Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 398: The Flower of Protection

In the year of Cultivation World, February.

The place where disaster strikes.

It has only been 4 months since they last saw this place, and now Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan have come to the foot of the mountain again.

"Your most important thing is on it?"

Wang Qiye raised his head slightly and looked towards the towering mountain. There was still a faint trace of the terrifying pressure left over from the last time he and Lei Siyu went through the tribulation together.

The pressure seemed to still permeate the mountains, emitting a faint, heart-pounding aura.

Duanmu Lan nodded with great confidence, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a hint of provocation: "Why, are you scared?"

Wang Qiye, who had been thinking of backing out, how could he admit that he was not capable in front of the woman he loved most after hearing this?

He straightened his chest and said firmly, "I'm determined."

"But why do we have to climb up from the foot of the mountain?" Wang Qiye frowned and asked in confusion.

Duanmu Lan rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "This is called a sense of ritual."

Wang Qiye curled his lips and muttered softly: "This is too troublesome."

Duanmu Lan heard his complaint, glared at him fiercely, and said seriously: "It's too easy to get it, you won't cherish it."

Wang Qiye sighed helplessly. Although he was reluctant, he had no choice but to follow her wishes.

He gritted his teeth, took the lead, and strode from the foot of the mountain to climb up the steep peak.

The mountains are very steep, and there are no roads at all in some places.

Wang Qiye was carefully exploring the way ahead, the gravel under his feet rolling down from time to time, making frightening noises.

Duanmu Lan followed closely behind, holding on to the protruding rocks tightly with his hands, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.

During the climb, they encountered steep cliffs.

Wang Qiye tried to find somewhere to gain leverage, but nearly slipped several times.

Duanmu Lan was extremely anxious and threw the rope he carried with him to him. Only then did Wang Qiye steady himself and continue to climb up with difficulty.

The higher they went, the colder the wind became, blowing painfully on their faces.

But they had no intention of retreating, and only had the firm belief of reaching the summit.

Sometimes, they needed to pass through narrow cracks in the rocks, and their bodies were squeezed so hard that it hurt.

Wang Qiye first squeezed past sideways, then turned around and pulled Duanmu Lan.

Duanmu Lan's clothes were torn and there were scratches on her arms.

In front of a nearly vertical steep slope, Wang Qiye gritted his teeth and used the dagger in his hand to chisel out shallow holes in the stone wall as a foothold.

Duanmu Lan was below, handing him tools, her eyes full of encouragement and trust.

After a long and arduous effort, they finally approached the top of the mountain.

At this time, it suddenly started to rain heavily, and the mountain road became even more slippery. Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan supported each other and moved up step by step with difficulty.

Finally, they reached the top of the mountain.

The two were panting, soaking wet and exhausted, but with smiles of victory on their faces.

They looked at each other with pride and admiration for each other in their eyes.

At this moment, all the hardships turned into joy and satisfaction of reaching the summit.

The two of them climbed up without using any magic, relying solely on physical strength.

"Where is it?" Wang Qiye asked anxiously, looking around eagerly.

"Follow me." Duanmu Lan turned around and walked towards a place without hesitation. Her steps were firm, the corners of her clothes fluttered in the wind, and her hair was a little messy, but it did not reduce her determination at all.

Wang Qiye hurriedly followed, the gravel under his feet sliding with his footsteps, making a small sound. His eyes were fixed on Duanmu Lan's back, his heart full of expectation and nervousness.

Duanmu Lan walked along the rugged mountain road, avoiding protruding rocks and thickets of thorns from time to time. Wang Qiye followed closely behind, occasionally tripping, but quickly getting up, not daring to delay for the slightest.

The wind whistled around, as if telling the mystery and danger of the mountain top. But Duanmu Lan had no hesitation or fear, she knew the goal in her heart, and her pace became faster and faster.

Wang Qiye was panting as he followed, but he didn't dare to complain. He just followed Duanmu Lan closely, fearing that he would lose her if he was not careful.

Duanmu Lan suddenly stopped and carefully peeled away the grass, and a small red flower appeared before his eyes.

"Is this it?" Wang Qiye walked forward and was disappointed when he saw the little flower.

Seeing that he didn't know the value of the thing, Duanmu Lan glared at him fiercely.

"My master planted this for me when I was born. Every year, I water it with my blood and essence."

As she spoke, she bit her index finger and dripped a drop of blood on the little flower.

The little flower absorbed her essence and blood, and seemed to emit a breath of joy, swaying gently, as if responding to her.

"So, you are finally going to give yourself to me." Wang Qiye looked at Duanmu Lan with burning eyes.

Duanmu Lan blushed and said coquettishly, "No way, I just gave it to you, eat it quickly."

Her voice was soft and melodious, with a hint of shyness and anticipation.

The little red flower swayed slightly in the sunlight, as if witnessing this subtle moment.

Wang Qiye looked at Duanmu Lan's shy appearance, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

"Let's see how long you can pretend." Wang Qiye muttered as he slowly lay down, opened his mouth, and bit off the delicate and tempting red flower.

Then he began to chew it in his mouth.

At first, a slight bitterness emerged in his mouth, which made him frown.

However, not long after, a sweet smell gradually spread out. The smell was so wonderful, exactly the same as the smell on Duanmu Lan's body.

He swallowed it slowly, and in an instant, the sweet taste seemed to turn into a warm current, flowing through his limbs and bones, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort and pleasure wherever it went.

He could feel the sweet power spreading throughout his body, nourishing every inch of his skin and every cell, immersing him in a wonderful pleasure.

According to some customs, when a daughter is born, the family will carefully seal a jar of fine wine.

This jar of wine, like a treasure box carrying countless beautiful expectations and deep blessings, is carefully stored in the corner of time.

Time flows quietly, changing silently like the gurgling water.

The girl grew up slowly under the overflowing love and gentle care of her family.

From that babbling, innocent little child, she gradually grew into a graceful, gentle and charming young girl.

And the sealed jar of wine has been quietly settling in the quiet corner of the years, like a loyal guardian, quietly waiting for that special moment.

When the daughter gets married, the jar of wine, filled with years of affection and family blessings, will be solemnly taken out.

And now Duanmu Lan's virginity has been swallowed by him. The more Wang Qiye looks at her, the more beautiful she seems to him. He believes that the day when he can get her is not far away.

Suddenly, Wang Qiye was steaming all over. At this moment, he was completely unaware that his eyes were red as he looked at Duanmu Lan.

He seemed to be out of control and pounced on Duanmu Lan, knocking her to the grass.

"Wang Qiye, let me go!" Duanmu Lan struggled hard, but Wang Qiye turned a deaf ear to her.

He was now in a state of bestiality, completely taken over by instinct, and his reason had long been submerged.

Ever since he swallowed Duanmu Lan's virginity-preserving flower, every cell in his body has been roaring, with a strong desire to swallow this most beautiful flower that is so close to him into his stomach.

Wang Qiye's breathing became heavier, and all he could see was Duanmu Lan's frightened and moving face. He held Duanmu Lan's arms tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.

Duanmu Lan's struggle seemed so powerless under his brute force, and her cries were drowned out by Wang Qiye's inner fanaticism.

Wang Qiye's body was as hot as if it was on fire, and every inch of his skin was longing for contact with Duanmu Lan. His lips trembled as he slowly approached Duanmu Lan's neck, and his hot breath sprayed on her delicate skin.

Duanmu Lan felt Wang Qiye’s madness, her heart was filled with fear and despair, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Wang Qiye's reason had been completely washed away by the torrent of desire. He began to tear Duanmu Lan's clothes. The crisp sound of tearing cloth was particularly harsh on the silent grass.

Duanmu Lan twisted her body desperately, trying to break free from Wang Qiye's restraints, but her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of Wang Qiye.

At this moment, Wang Qiye was like a wild beast out of control, driven by primitive impulses, heading towards an irreversible situation step by step.

Suddenly, Duanmu Lan frowned, tilted his head back, let out a painful roar through his silver teeth, and pushed Wang Qiye's shoulders hard with both hands, but it didn't move at all.

Next, Duanmu Lan was like a leaf that was ripped off a tree. It was tossed up and down in a gust of wind and was ruthlessly ravaged.

Tears rolled down her eyes, her brows were almost squeezed together, but her tightly closed eyes could not stop the tears, which rose up along with her body and splashed on the grass around her.

An unconscious cry came from his throat, gradually becoming hoarse and echoing in the empty valley.

Duanmu Lan felt as if she was in an endless abyss, and could be swallowed by darkness at any time. The mysterious power made her struggle back and forth between consciousness and death, and every ups and downs were like hovering on the edge of a cliff. Her consciousness gradually blurred, but she woke up again and again under the stimulation of pain.

And Wang Qiye, at this moment, was like a lion that had lost his mind. His power seemed endless, and the white mist rising from his body blurred his figure.

At some point, a strong wind blew across the mountains, whistling past, the leaves rustling, and the grass swaying violently in the wind.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and dark clouds were rolling in like a surging tide, and fine raindrops began to fall. The dark clouds above my head were getting bigger and bigger, spreading in an oppressive manner, and gradually covering an area of ​​ten kilometers.

This originally peaceful valley was shrouded in a haze.

"Another person is undergoing tribulation in the place where tribulation is supposed to happen!" A cultivator looked up and was inadvertently spotted the tribulation cloud that had already taken shape, and was horrified.