Chapter 78: The Sorrow of the Divine Abode

A swirl of pink mist appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the two women amidst the cold weather. The naked woman was none other than Luan Yudie, the first seat of Green Peak Mountain.

With the emergence of the pink mist, the man and woman entwined in each other's arms grew increasingly dazed, their minds awash with desire, an ancient longing flaring within them, igniting their most primal urges.

Cold Sky felt his entire body burning, a feverish heat surging through him, as if he wanted to melt the person in his embrace. The spear beneath him swelled uncomfortably hot, yearning for a cool respite.

Luan Yudie’s delicate body twisted and writhed in Cold Sky’s arms, her movements only fanning the flames of his desire even further. One of his powerful hands found its way to her rounded curves, kneading firmly.

His steps moved forward, carrying the enraptured Luan Yudie in an instant to a distant spot, where a small lake lay beyond the reach of thorny flowers. With a thought, he summoned a robe from his storage ring and spread it over the soft grass.

He lay down with Luan Yudie in his arms, his lips tracing a path upward from her jade peaks, finally finding her rosy lips. His mouth pressed against hers, wild and demanding, drinking deeply of her sweetness. His tongue domineeringly pried open her closed teeth, drawing her hidden pink tongue into his own mouth.

He greedily claimed her lips, his hands wandering over her exquisite body, eventually settling atop her twin peaks, kneading them with strength. The girl beneath him panted incessantly, her moans like enchanting music, stirring Cold Sky's nerves with desire.

He became even more frenzied in his pursuit, their lips and tongues passionately responding to each other's wild demands. After a long, deep kiss, her alluring lips were slightly swollen, and in her breathless state, a jade hand reached down, caressing his throbbing spear through the fabric.

Under her gentle touch, the spear seemed to be stimulated even further, lengthening by half an inch, nearly tearing through his clothes. The sudden change made her hand tremble, as if sensing the overwhelming power of a legendary weapon.

Then, her hands began to tug eagerly at his clothes. Seeing her take the initiative, Cold Sky could no longer restrain himself. Rising, he unleashed a burst of energy, shredding their obstructive garments to pieces. His proud spear stood tall, displaying his masculine prowess.

He roughly parted her snow-white legs, gripping his spear and aiming it at the hidden cavern within her valley. With a powerful thrust of his waist, he pierced straight in.

Her body convulsed as the massive object entered, a cry of pain escaping her lips. Yet her cries did nothing to soften Cold Sky’s movements. Instead, they spurred him onward, his waist driving even deeper, as if breaking through a barrier with his sharp lance.

“My poor disciple, yet this boy has truly been favored. Perhaps fate decrees they will be entangled forever. Let me see what lineage this boy hails from, and whether he is worthy of my disciple.”

A drifting divine sense descended from the void, scanning Cold Sky as he ardently plowed. But as the divine sense tried to probe Cold Sky’s mind, a deep blue blade, silent in his dantian until now, suddenly flashed and appeared above his head.

A faint ringing echoed, seeming to pierce through endless time and space, striking the owner of the divine sense and scattering it.

“How can this be? That little madman’s divine weapon is with this boy? Could it be that this youth, entwined with my disciple, is the successor of that lunatic? This is truly a cruel joke from the gods!”

Luan Yudie’s mysterious master, after the blue blade’s response, spoke with an undertone of grief and indignation, memories of that arrogant youth from ten thousand years ago flooding back.

He had been tormented in that battle, his divine body nearly shattered. If not for the madman’s later request, he, a mighty deity from ancient times, would have been disgracefully stripped of his title.

Since that day, the madman had never returned. Judging from his anxious demeanor then, he must have had urgent matters to attend.

Alas, my Myriad Array Pearl was forcefully taken from me. “He said I should find a worthy disciple and retrieve it later! But look at this now—my precious disciple is being ravished by whom I suspect is his successor!”

“Damn it...what is this? That crazy bastard, not even sparing my disciple! Is my legacy fated to be suppressed by him?”

This ancient god, once feared and revered, now found himself on the verge of tears, remembering how he had been bullied back then. No wonder his emotions shifted so violently at the sight of the divine weapon.

“Master, you must accept your fate! If I hadn’t surrendered during that battle, the Seven Treasure Pagoda’s name wouldn’t have appeared in the Divine Weapon Registry!” The multicolored little pagoda floated deep within the void. The memory of that ancient battle chilled it from top to bottom.

“How dare you speak! You brought shame upon me. If that crazy bastard hadn’t destroyed all the divine weapons, I’d have reforged you!”

The deity’s words dripped with dissatisfaction, his resentment over the pagoda’s surrender lingering. As he said, if the weapons hadn’t been destroyed, he truly would have melted down the pagoda.

“Master, please don’t...!” The pagoda shivered, hastily flattering him. “Master, do not be angry! I was young then, and had never seen such a battle. I was truly frightened. So many brothers and sisters were destroyed by that madman, I feared that after gaining intelligence, I would be obliterated as well.”

Hearing the pagoda’s words, the deity sighed deeply. “Forget it. Perhaps that madman is destined to be my nemesis, keeping me forever suppressed.”

For a moment, silence reigned. Both god and pagoda fell quiet, no further words exchanged.

Below, Cold Sky continued his wild pursuit, Luan Yudie’s delicate body responding with abandon, soaring wave after wave to the peak of bliss.

“Ah…” A low roar escaped as Cold Sky’s powerful body trembled, delivering his most precious essence deep into the heart of the water lotus.

After the storm, the two clung tightly to each other, exhausted but blissful, drifting into sweet dreams. Beneath them, a patch of blood stained the robe, marking the transformation of a girl into a woman.

Time passed, as if day and night cycled. The entwined couple gradually awoke.

“Hmm… Even beauties drool in their sleep!” Cold Sky teased, smiling at the damp patch on his chest from Luan Yudie’s drool.

“You scoundrel! Taking advantage of me and still laughing about it!” Luan Yudie’s cheeks flushed crimson, her delicate fists pounding his chest. Though her blows seemed fierce, they were as harmless as a mosquito’s touch.

As she coquettishly scolded him, her lower abdomen was pressed by a firm, heated object. Curious, she glanced down just as Cold Sky rose to push her down again, only to have his spear swallowed whole by her cherry lips.

The hot, swollen thing entered her mouth, leaving her puzzled. Her tongue licked it a few times, finding the tip warm and slippery like a fleshy ball, yet not quite. Curious, she spat it out to examine it more closely.

Cold Sky, enjoying her licks, moaned in pleasure. Before he could indulge further, Luan Yudie cried out, “You villain! You actually put… that in my mouth!”

Desire flared in Cold Sky’s chest. Ignoring her protests, he mounted her once more, and another stormy battle ensued.

“Damn, this boy’s stamina is impressive! My precious disciple… truly…” The ancient god, watching the two once again entwined, fumed. Both master and disciple were being bullied by their counterparts!

It seemed he was indeed oppressed, while his disciple was enjoying herself.

Afterwards, Cold Sky held the beauty in his arms, lightly kissing her smooth, jade-like forehead, and asked, “What’s really going on here? Did you plan all this ahead of time, hoping to take advantage of me?”

“You planned it, not me! I was forced, that’s why you could take liberties with me!” She twisted her body inadvertently, touching a sore spot.

“What’s wrong?” Cold Sky asked with concern.

Luan Yudie shot him a resentful glance, complaining softly, “It’s all your fault… You weren’t gentle at all, and now it feels swollen.”

“Where? Let me check…”

“No!” Her face flushed, she resolutely refused.

“Then let me massage it.” Cold Sky, knowing exactly where she meant, gently reached down, softly caressing the tender grass.

Luan Yudie’s beautiful eyes shimmered with happiness, letting Cold Sky’s affection soothe her. Yet, remembering her master’s words and her burdened mission, her mood dimmed. She whispered, “Xiao Tian, will you cherish me for your whole life?”

Cold Sky was stunned, gazing into her melancholy eyes. “Though I don’t understand everything that’s happened, since I’ve claimed your body, you’re my woman. I’ll cherish and protect you forever.”

“Mm, I believe you! But after today, we must part, and may never have another chance to meet. Don’t ask why; just know that in my heart, you are the only man, and I belong to you alone.”

“Part ways? Why?” Cold Sky was shocked, unable to understand Luan Yudie’s words of farewell.

“Don’t worry! If one day you are strong enough to roam the continent without fear, then we can be together again.”

Though their feelings had never been spoken, both harbored affection and even love for each other. After their union, all barriers vanished, and intimacy flowed naturally between them.

From the sky, a calm, ethereal voice descended: “Boy, my disciple speaks the truth. You cannot be together from now on. The reason is simple—Yudie must focus on cultivation, for she has more important duties. If you wish to be with her, you must ascend to godhood. Otherwise, there’s nothing to discuss.”

“Xiao Tian, I know you like a girl named Fire Dance. I won’t object to you two being together, just hope this younger sister will accept me someday. I must go now—work hard in your cultivation, I’ll wait for you!”

With her words, Luan Yudie’s body was wrapped in multicolored light and slowly rose into the void.

Martial Peak 78, Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Sorrow of the Deity—update complete.