Chapter 668- The Attitude of Master in Ring
His hand — resting on her back — moved. Slowly. Downward. Over the layered silk of her robes, over the curve of her waist, over the swell of her hip.
His fingers traced the shape of her body — the slender waist, the curved hip, the round, firm swell of her ass beneath the silk. He squeezed. Gently. The flesh was firm, toned by cultivation, the curves present but refined.
She didn’t notice. Her face was buried in his shoulder. Her tears were flowing. Her body was trembling.
His hand continued. Rubbing. Squeezing. Possessive. His fingers mapped the shape of her ass through the silk, the curves of her cheeks, the cleft between them. His hand moved lower — over the back of her thigh, to the hem of her robe, to the silk fabric that covered her leg.
His cock was hard. The shaft — concealed beneath his blue robe, pressed against his own thigh — throbbed. The blood rushed to it, the tissue engorging, the length increasing. He wanted to fuck her. Right now. Right here. To throw her on the bed, tear her robes, spread her legs, and bury himself in her cunt.
But he couldn’t.
Not yet.
His dark eyes — cold, calculating, the eyes of the predator beneath the lover’s mask — looked past her. Past the silk hangings. Past the chamber walls.
’I need her. Not just her body — her bloodline. The Azure Dragon Marrow spiritual constitution. The Fairy Daisy bloodline.’
’Once I take her maidenhood — once I plant my seed in her womb — the Fate Value will transfer. The Azure Dragon Marrow will activate, the Fairy Daisy bloodline will resonate, and the accumulated fate of eight hundred years of sect cultivation will pour into my body. Enough to reconstruct my original form. Enough to ascend back to the upper realm.’
’But not yet. I am not strong enough. If I take her now — before I have dealt with this ancestor — and the ancestor discovers her value, he may take her from me. I cannot allow that.’
’First, the ancestor must be eliminated. Then I will take her. Then I will ascend.’
’And this bitch — this emotional, weeping, beautiful, valuable bitch — will be my cauldron.’
He held her. His arms tightened around her slender body. His hand continued its possessive exploration of her ass through the silk. His cock throbbed against his thigh, the hardness concealed by the robe, the need suppressed by his will.
"I will not let anyone take you," he said. His voice was warm. Loving. The mask perfectly in place. "I swear it on my cultivation. On my life. No one will touch you. Not this ancestor. Not anyone."
She sobbed harder. Her arms tightened around his waist. Her face pressed deeper into his shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Lin Feng. My Lin Feng."
He held her. And he smirked.
The smirk was small. Hidden. Pressed against her black hair, where she couldn’t see it. The expression of a man who had just received confirmation that his plan was working — that this woman, this precious, valuable, Fate-rich woman, was his. Completely. Desperately. Willingly.
’I have made her love me. Three years of careful, patient effort. The childhood friend who returned from the dead. The inner disciple who rose through the ranks. The man who was always there — always supportive, always protective, always understanding. Three years of investment. And now, the return.’
’She is ready. She will give herself to me willingly. She will fight her father for me. She will sacrifice her sect, her position, her maidenhood — all for me. All for a man who doesn’t exist.’
’Because Lin Feng — the real Lin Feng — died twelve years ago. A childhood friend who fell from a cliff. A boy whose body was broken on the rocks below. A boy whose body was found by a cultivator from the upper realm — a cultivator whose original body had been destroyed, who needed a vessel, who took the boy’s body and remade it.’
’I am not Lin Feng. I am Shen Wuji. Descendant of the Shen clan of the upper realms. Possessor of the Reincarnation Soul Art. And I have spent twelve years in this body, building my cultivation, building my position, building this woman’s love.’
’All for this moment. All for the Fate Value that her bloodline carries. All for the power I need to return.’
He released her. Gently. His hands moved to her shoulders, holding her at arm’s length. His dark eyes — warm, concerned, the mask flawless — looked into hers.
"Trust me," he said. "I will handle this. Whatever this ancestor is, whatever he wants — I will deal with it. You will not be given to anyone."
She nodded. Her dark eyes — wet, grateful, trusting — met his.
"Rest," he said. "Calm yourself. I will speak with my master. We will find a way."
He turned toward the door. His blue robe shifted — the fabric concealing his erection, the bulge hidden by the fold of the sash. His handsome face was composed, the lover’s concern perfectly rendered.
He left the chamber. The door closed behind him.
The corridor was empty. The disciples were still in the training ground. The maid was gone. The princess was alone in her chamber, crying.
Lin Feng walked. His steps were measured, unhurried, the pace of a man who had nothing to fear. His dark eyes scanned the corridor. His spiritual sense extended — checking for observers, for spies, for any cultivation signature within range.
Nothing. The corridor was clear.
He stopped. His right hand went to his left ring finger. A simple ring — bronze, unadorned, the kind of trinket a poor disciple might wear. He twisted it.
The voice came from inside his mind.
"Lin Feng." The voice was female. Low, husky, carrying the tone of a woman who had once been beautiful and was now something else. Something more. "I heard."
"Master," Lin Feng said. His voice was low. Barely a whisper. His lips moved, but no sound emerged — the communication was through spiritual sense, the link between the ring’s spirit and his mind. "You’ve been listening?"
"I have. The law of this world has been trembling for days. The natural spiritual energy — thin as it is in this lower realm — has been fluctuating. Wildly. I initially attributed it to seasonal qi variation."
"And now?"
"Now I understand. Someone from the upper realm has descended. Someone powerful. Someone who is not hiding their presence — who is, in fact, announcing it with every breakthrough. Every pillar of light. Every mortal woman elevated to Core Formation."
Lin Feng’s dark eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched. "How powerful?"
The ring’s spirit paused. When she spoke again, her voice carried a weight that Lin Feng had rarely heard from his master — a being who had, in her prime, been a formidable cultivator of the upper realms before her body was destroyed and her soul sealed in the ring.
"Powerful. But I do not need to concern myself. No one in this lower realm — not even someone from the upper realms operating at reduced capacity — can match me, even in my base form. I have existed for three thousand years. I have seen beings like this come and go. They arrive, they make noise, they impress the locals, and then they overextend."
"And if he doesn’t overextend?"