Even a life-or-death duel could not achieve this effect. Sexual union is, at its core, a symbol of life; the more desperate and unyielding the coupling, the more fiercely it ignites the primal instinct for life to persist and endure. Luo Shaowen gripped one of Tang Lanyan's full, firm, and rounded buttocks. Beneath the thick, taut flesh lay muscle fibers as tight and resilient as thin steel plates; a single squeeze revealed the raw, untamed vitality coursing through her body.
Luo Shaowen's massive cock churned inside her, eliciting a steady, abundant flow of slick, erotic nectar—a relentless act of copulation, or to put it bluntly, raw, unadulterated fucking, which continued without pause throughout the entire struggle.
He thrust his thick member deep into her tight, narrow passage before pulling it out, driving it to the absolute hilt with every stroke. He could feel the powerful vaginal muscles clamping and sucking around him—a sensation so intense it felt as though he might climax at any second. Yet, he forced himself to hold back, savoring a lethal, razor-edged pleasure that felt like walking a tightrope.
By now, the battle had reached a stalemate; through their repeated clashes, both had begun to discern the true nature of the other.
Neither could gain the upper hand in the short term, but Luo Shaowen, noticing that Li Dong lacked the stamina for a prolonged fight, decided to drag things out, waiting for an opening.
He didn't know how his "dear nephew" had managed to infiltrate the Black Street and slip up to him, but keeping him here permanently would certainly be an ideal outcome.
It was clear that his nephew had yet to fully recover from the ambush years ago—and yet, even in this state, he posed such a formidable threat. If he were to ever fully recover… the consequences would be unpredictable.
To Luo Shaowen, the "Pure Yang Body" would always be his greatest threat.
Li Dong, meanwhile, realized that his uncle seemed reluctant to engage in a direct, head-on confrontation; aside from the very beginning, he had consistently avoided any hard, brute-force exchanges.
Furthermore, while his uncle possessed a more powerful physique, he was slightly slower—lacking the speed that Li Dong commanded. It was a pity, however, that Li Dong had to be cautious, fearing that any reckless move might endanger Tang Lanyan, which prevented him from finding the right opportunity to rescue her. Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, a familiar, elegant, and magnetic voice suddenly rang out: "Dong'er?"
Li Dong turned his head as if struck by lightning. Not far away, a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a backless cheongsam, her shapely legs bare, exuding elegance and noble beauty, approached with an air of captivating grace. It was almost impossible to tell whether she was a young girl or a mature woman.
Their eyes met, and instantly, a warm, blood-bound affection and concern intertwined within them.
This was none other than his beloved Aunt Yingji…or rather, his biological mother?
Although upon seeing Aunt Yingji, he was so excited that he almost blurted out "Mom," a strange shyness, coupled with the fact that he and Aunt Yingji hadn't truly clarified their relationship, ultimately led him to utter:
"Aunt Ying…ji?"
This intimate scene of mother and son meeting made the old servant following behind chuckle.
He had already investigated Li Dong thoroughly, and with his keen insight as the Grand Preceptor of the Ming Dynasty, he could tell at a glance that since his dantian had been severely injured several years ago, his primordial yang energy had been severely damaged, making his pure yang body even more suppressed.
Recently, he seemed to have stumbled upon a stroke of fortune—his *dantian* injury showed signs of recovery. Yet, during this delicate healing phase, before his *yuan-yang* (primordial masculine essence) had fully stabilized, he went and got involved with a woman.
The combination of these factors led to a catastrophic depletion of his *yuan-yang*, leaving almost no hope for recovery.
Practitioners of the Dao rarely commit such a grave blunder... but then again—*heh, heh*—if one happens to be a "Pure-Hearted Soul" (*chizi*), such a lapse is hardly surprising.
Those born with a "Pure-Hearted Soul"—a constitution of absolute *yang*—are not only physically extraordinary but almost invariably gifted with exceptional talent. Yet, they are also uniquely prone to entanglements with women, often becoming hopelessly ensnared in the webs of romance. Throughout history, nearly every "Pure-Hearted Soul" has seen their path to the Dao destroyed precisely because of women.
The Yellow Emperor, Xuanyuan, stands as the sole exception—which is precisely why his legend remains unparalleled through the ages.
Still, recovery is not entirely impossible. Beyond the option of having three individuals with a "Pure-Yin" constitution attend to him day and night, there is another, more immediate solution...
One that didn't exist before, but does now.
That solution is Jiang Yingji. As the one and only "Mystical Maiden of the Nine Heavens" (*jiutian xuannü*), she alone would be sufficient to restore Li Dong.
However, there is the small matter of them being mother and son. *Heh, heh*—he himself wouldn't care, but surely a "Pure-Hearted Soul" wouldn't so easily cross that line and defile his own mother, would he?
Alternatively, one could fall back on the "Precious Milk of the Mysterious Peak," combined with two individuals of a "Pure-Yin" constitution—that, too, could potentially lead to a full recovery.
This would avoid any violation of moral or familial norms. But then again, the "Precious Milk of the Mysterious Peak" is barely enough for his own use; why on earth would he be kind enough to share it with the "Young Master"?
He has even cast a covetous eye toward the Luo sisters. If he could gather three individuals with a "Pure-Yin" constitution—with one of them being the "Mystical Maiden of the Nine Heavens" himself—wouldn't that be a level of celestial bliss that even the founding Patriarch—the Dao Venerable himself—never got to experience? Heh heh.
The old servant wisely ducked away to the sidelines. It was immediately clear what was unfolding, and he had no intention of getting mixed up in such a messy affair. All he needed to do was bide his time, seize the right moment amidst the chaos, and slip away with Jiang Yingji.