Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1907: 495: Return to the Myriad Demon Abyss, the Might of the Soul-calling Beast!

Several days had passed.

Within the Five Poisons Cult's Five Saints Hall, the Sect Hierarch's chambers lay in utter chaos.

Lavish and ornate furnishings were overturned, teacups from the table shattered on the floor, with tea forming little pools that shimmered with a misty light.

The main area's purple sandalwood table and chairs were splintered, one leg bent out of shape, as though it had suffered a brutal impact.

The purple jade bed, typically where the Five Poisons Cult Leader reclined, was now a mess of tangled sheets, resembling a rumpled parchment.

The flowing curtains, soft as clouds, appeared ravaged by a fierce gale, dangling haphazardly, with bits of gossamer cloth limply trailing over the bedframe.

The elegant canopy, once gracefully draped, hung in ragged shreds, mixed with a sophisticated purple-red gown that had fallen to the floor, releasing a faint, enduring scent.

Nearby, a gleaming silver hairpin rested alongside crumpled silk stockings in various pairs, plus an assortment of stylish heels and embroidered slippers, lending the disordered chambers an air of seductive allure.

"Swish——"

Nangong Mili slowly came to, her stunning eyes misty and unfocused, as she observed Lu Changsheng in the pool alongside their Sect Leader...

In her mind, she reflected that only their Sect Leader, a Nascent Soul True Lord, could endure Lu Changsheng's remarkable physical prowess.

Before, she thought she and Little Chan had pushed their boundaries with Lu Changsheng, but now she saw how her own late Core Formation realm paled so utterly against his relentless vigor...

Seeing her Sect Leader's cheeks flushed crimson, skin radiant with tiny sweat droplets, Nangong Mili felt her pulse quicken.

She had witnessed her Sect Leader like this in the past, but never so utterly defenseless and exposed.

Observing their normally exalted Sect Leader, the Nascent Soul True Lord, now yielding to involuntary cries beneath Lu Changsheng's onslaught, displaying raw, primal allure, it was truly...

Yet, she was their Sect Leader after all, and the deep-seated respect built over years wouldn't fade away so easily.

Nangong Mili simply observed in silence, her gaze dreamy, emotions rippling within.

Time slipped by unnoticed, until the sixteen- or seventeen-year-old Five Poisons Cult Leader slumped limply in the pool, her slender hand resting on her gently swollen belly, her lovely eyes glazed and fluttering, before she drifted straight into slumber, her form wrapped in five-hued glow, slowly regaining her typical poise.

"Huff!"

Lu Changsheng let out a satisfied exhale, feeling no weariness at all, just invigorated.

Since reaching the Fourth Rank Physique.

Or rather, the Quasi-Fourth Rank Physique, he hadn't felt this fully sated in ages.

Earlier, with just Hong Lian, Nangong Mili, and her apprentice, he could let loose a bit.

But now that his Physique had climbed to Fourth Rank, boosting his bodily might yet again, he had to curb his strength once more.

Over these recent days, confronting the Five Poisons Cult's Sect Leader, a Nascent Soul True Lord, he at last unleashed fully.

Still, looking at the pool where the Five Poisons Cult Leader's fragile form rested, feeble and shrouded in five-colored light, a wave of remorse washed over his heart.

He truly hadn't been gentle enough with Ayoudo.

Even as a Nascent Soul Cultivator, she hadn't tempered her body, leaving her frame merely average in durability.

He quickly extended his arms to scoop the petite body of the Five Poisons Cult Leader from the water, stepped out onto dry ground, and turned his eyes toward Nangong Mili standing nearby.

"You... you caused the Sect Leader to pass out."

Nangong Mili's words came with a hint of breathlessness, laced with astonishment, delivered in a soft, alluring tone.

Though she herself had felt drained upon waking, their Sect Leader was a Nascent Soul True Lord.

For even a Nascent Soul Cultivator to succumb to unconsciousness from Lu Changsheng's fervor, this, this, this...

"Doesn't Mili wish to end up like the Sect Leader?"

Lu Changsheng grinned and replied.

"No... I don't want to....."

Even if such an experience brought pure ecstasy, her body still throbbed with soreness from just stirring awake.

Nangong Mili's answer matched Lu Changsheng's anticipation; he gave a light chuckle, then lifted her bare, shoeless feet.

Her ten toes, like flawless jade grapes, tempted with perfect charm.

The nails, tinted with saffron essence, set off her porcelain-like skin, exuding a subtle, captivating charm.

"Mmm~" Nangong Mili's slender phoenix eyes flicked toward Lu Changsheng, her tone lightly playful as she murmured, then her enchanting eyes narrowed a touch, brows furrowing now and then, toes flexing, while her pale feet and full thighs quivered faintly.

Aware that Nangong Mili's form hadn't yet mended, Lu Changsheng refrained from pressing on, merely cradling her gently for a spell, before carrying both her and Ayoudo back to the main chambers.

Surveying the wrecked room, Lu Changsheng shook his head faintly.

He pondered that this was merely the power of Fourth Rank Physique.

What chaos would erupt if two Fifth Rank Body Refining Cultivators engaged in Dual Cultivation?

"Would it turn the heavens into a blanket, the ground into a mattress, and the woods into drapes?"

Lu Changsheng pictured the turmoil of two Body Refining Cultivators in Dual Cultivation and couldn't suppress a laugh, then settled down to rest with the two women.

...

Though Ayoudo had blacked out, she roused after an hour's repose.

Upon fluttering her eyes open, she fixed Lu Changsheng with a mildly accusing look.

After all, such intense revelry proved taxing even for her as a Nascent Soul True Lord.

Yet, through these days of Dual Cultivation, she had sensed Lu Changsheng's physique surging ahead and achieving a breakthrough.

Noting the Five Poisons Cult Leader's condition just then, Lu Changsheng's guilt deepened; he promptly set aside stray notions and inquired about matters at hand: "Ayoudo, what's the latest on the Yiming Ghost Sect?"

Ayoudo's silken skin, tender enough to bruise at a breath, retained a subtle flush, her voice faint and lacking vigor, "Ming Sha has remained secluded within the sect since coming back from the Vast Sand Illusion Realm; I lack the details."