Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Helen's lips are as transparent and rosy as agate.

Yang Fei couldn't resist any longer and kissed her.

Helen mischievously pushed him away, like a startled little deer, escaping from Yang Fei's embrace.

"Damn, this Queen is truly romantic, her charm is irresistible."

Helen's teasing stirred Yang Fei's male hunting instincts; he smiled and chased after her.

Helen giggled sweetly, her skirt's hem fluttering in the evening breeze like a delicate veil.

One of her silver thin-heeled high heels slipped off, displaying a strong seduction to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei was certainly not a boring man.

Watching Helen sway her seductive figure while running ahead, he could easily reach out and seize her slender waist.

Yet Yang Fei continued to chase unhurriedly from behind.

A quaint little cabin appeared ahead, reminiscent of a fairy-tale world cottage.

On the roof, a huge mushroom bloomed surrounded by flourishing flowers with rich fragrance.

Helen dashed into the cabin without looking back and closed the door.

Holding Helen's high heel in his hand, Yang Fei, like a true knight, politely knocked on the door.

"Is anyone home?"

The cabin was silent, with no response, only the faint sound of Helen's coquettish laughter.

She seemed like a true fairy, and just the enchanting sound of her laughter intoxicated Yang Fei.

Yang Fei gently pushed the door, but it did not budge, tightly secured from inside.

He walked around the cabin and finally noticed an open skylight on the roof.

Yang Fei chuckled to himself.

There's a Western saying: husbands enter through the door, while lovers always enter through the window.

Turns out Queen Helen knows her stuff.

He lightly leaped onto the cabin roof like a nimble lynx and slipped through the skylight.

Once Yang Fei landed, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva at just a glance.

The cabin was sparsely furnished, seemingly a place for reading and resting.

Behind a pure silver bookshelf, faint pink curtains could be seen.

In the cabin was soothing music, and behind the gauzy fabric, Helen's dance was graceful and enchanting.

This feeling of hiding behind the lute is absolutely perfect.

Yang Fei squinted, appreciating Helen's exquisite body and dance across the bookshelf and pink curtains.

Finally, Helen revealed half her face from behind the curtains.

She was draped in a layer of pink chiffon, adorned with many tiny silver bells that jingled like celestial music.

Helen held a silver cup filled with red wine in her hands, her body undulating like a snake.

She danced like a whirlwind to Yang Fei and offered him the red wine.

Yang Fei smiled lightly, raised the silver cup, and drank it all, then scooped Helen up and carried her behind the pink curtain.

For several days, Yang Fei was lost in Helen's tender embrace.

Despite her regal and ruthless demeanor in public, Helen was as gentle and docile as a kitten with Yang Fei.

Moreover, unlike all the other women Yang Fei had been with, Queen Helen had some personal quirks.

Between the sheets, Helen enjoyed role-playing.

This slightly kinky role-playing further ignited the passion between the two.

The emotional bond between Yang Fei and Helen grew stronger day by day.

Although Yang Fei was a rogue, he wasn't a guy who went weak at the knees for every woman he met.

Even amidst the sweet romance with Helen, he maintained his steadfast nightly Five Extremes training.

Helen had witnessed many of Yang Fei's unbelievable feats and showed great interest in his Martial Arts Heart Method.

Yang Fei taught Helen a set of Tai Chi and Ancient Martial Yoga mental method.

Helen had always practiced yoga mainly for body shaping, lacking the Ancient Martial Yoga mental method that could harness Qi-Blood.

No matter how perfect her movements, she could never achieve self-breakthrough.

Therefore, the yoga mental method imparted by Yang Fei brought Helen tremendous benefits.

It was like a beggar receiving an imperial begging bowl, while still begging, yet the effect was drastically different.

That night, Yang Fei helped Helen reach the third peak, Helen fell fast asleep, while Yang Fei began practicing Turtle Extreme.

The Qi of Origin Core within him grew increasingly pure and concentrated.

Yang Fei manipulated the Qi of Origin Core, impacting his body's meridians.

He had already impacted sixteen meridians; just four more would achieve the Realm of Gang Strength Super God.

In the densely flowing breath, the Qi of Origin Core within Yang Fei surged like a flood, wave after wave striking the seventeenth meridian.

Yang Fei could already feel the node of the seventeenth meridian loosening significantly.

He willed the Qi of Origin Core forward with determination.

Finally, the tumultuous Qi of Origin Core broke through the seventeenth meridian and continued its charge toward the eighteenth meridian.

This time, the Qi of Origin Core visibly waned, losing strength halfway through.

Yang Fei sighed helplessly.

The power of cultivating Nine Extremes was immense, with various Divine Skills emerging endlessly, and the Qi of Origin Core within him was purer than that of ordinary Core Formation Experts.

However, for some reason, no matter how hard Yang Fei tried, breakthrough seemed elusive, and the cultivation speed was extremely slow.

But Yang Fei did not lose heart.

The more challenging the Cultivation Technique, the greater the potential, which is almost Martial Arts common knowledge.

Ordinary External Branch fist technique reaches Great Achievement in three years, while Internal Sect Boxing takes five years to manifest its power.

For more intricate and mysterious boxing techniques, it takes ten or twenty years to reveal their edge.

A Martial Arts Heart Method like Nine Extremes that defies the heavens surely takes much longer and yields unimaginable achievements.

Yang Fei gathered his Cultivation Technique, remembering Chen Xingzhu's formidable prowess, and felt somewhat anxious.

That day, Chen Xingzhu had been heavily besieged, but in desperation, she unleashed the True Martial Storm, its power as terrifying as a volcanic eruption.

That is the true strength of a True Martial Master!