The night breeze blew, but it couldn't dispel the burning desire brought on by their intercourse.
Shen Weiwei's snow-white mons pubis, covered in dark down, pressed tightly against Cui Yuanxuan's lower abdomen. Because of the excessively long penis inside, her flat, toned belly bulged noticeably.
"Later, I got pregnant several more times, but not his. I did it on purpose..."
"Watching the blood flow out, I actually felt a sense of relief."
"Great, the uterus wasn't left for anyone else."
Shen Weiwei lifted her hips again, the wet, large penis slowly withdrawing from her swollen, parted, thick, tender, red labia.
Then, she slowly sat down again, rising and falling, each time her clitoris was forced open, she let out a breath like a mother animal.
Cui Yuanxuan's breathing also became heavy, his ejaculation like an arrow released from a bow.
But Shen Weiwei seemed to sense his impending ejaculation and suddenly stopped, saying with an envious tone:
"I envy Yutang. When Xu Pengxuan treated her like his own possession, I added a fertility-inducing drug to her water every day. Because I wanted to see her belly grow bigger, and if she could give birth to a bastard, that would be wonderful."
Shen Weiwei swayed again, a hint of jealousy in her voice: "But I'm disappointed, she's not pregnant."
"But I don't believe that a woman like her, who makes me feel ashamed, could have such a flaw."
Being chosen by lust meant that Shen Weiwei was undoubtedly a beautiful woman with abundant virility.
From the gazes and praises of others, she knew just how beautiful she was.
But this confidence in her appearance was completely shattered when facing Yutang; she truly couldn't believe that such a perfect girl existed in the world.
A girl of only eleven or twelve, with an innocent and youthful appearance, already possessed a captivating beauty that could topple kingdoms.
"Some girls only look beautiful when clothed," she consoled herself. But when she bathed naked with a group of girls, Yu Tang, now undressed, was even more dazzling. Her flawless, crystalline skin and delicate, pointed breasts, like inverted jade bowls, were breathtaking.
Her budding curves and tender, peach-like skin, without a single hair...
Even among a group of naked beauties, she was the first person anyone would notice. However, throughout the entire bath, Lustful Charles only cared about gazing at Yu Tang's jade-like hips, playing with her tender pink breasts, embracing and kissing her delicate body, barely glancing at anyone else.
Shen Weiwei snapped out of her lewd memories, a malicious smirk playing on her lips. "I wanted to see if she could get pregnant, so I managed to implant lewd markings into her as well."
"Guess what I discovered."
"She's definitely not an ordinary woman. She's truly the kind of special woman blessed by heaven. She gives me the feeling of a flawless piece of pure yin jade, but that's just a thick outer shell. Inside, it seems to be nurturing something very special, completely different from pure yin."
This description… Cui Yuanxuan felt a strange sense of familiarity.
"Tai Chi?" A flash of inspiration struck him. The national emblem of the Korean Empire is a variation of the Tai Chi symbol. Of course, he wouldn't think it was exclusive to Korea like ordinary Koreans.
Tai Chi is a symbol of the union of yin and yang, originating from Taoism in China. One half is yin, the other yang. Isolated yang cannot grow, isolated yin cannot be born. Tai Chi contains yang within yin and yin within yang, symbolizing the union of yin and yang.
"As expected, you Koreans understand," Shen Weiwei laughed. "It's like Tai Chi, or Yin and Yang."
"Our ancient Chinese believed in the union of Yin and Yang, so I speculate that the reason Yu Tang can't get pregnant is because the purity of a person's Yang is insufficient."
"If she were pure Yin, then her mottled Yang wouldn't allow her to conceive easily."
"Conversely, only a man with the exact opposite characteristics can make Yu Tang pregnant."
"In this world, there's only one man with these characteristics. Can't you guess who it is?" Shen Weiwei stopped twisting her waist, her erect breasts trembling slightly, a strand of pale purple, damp hair falling down her side.
At this moment, she didn't seem like a "witch," but rather like a girl caring for her best friend.
And Cui Yuanxuan naturally understood who the man she was referring to was—no, he had come into contact with two people, but they were inextricably linked.
Father and son.
Two generations of martial gods.
The Han Dynasty's Chinese cultural heritage was also very ancient, and given his status as a Level 5 transcendent being, there were virtually no secrets left to be kept.
Therefore, he knew it was a "pure Yang" physique.
This was an extremely rare and incredible physique. Even legendary figures like the Yellow Emperor and Lao Tzu possessed only a pure Yang physique.
And yet, the former became a totem of Chinese civilization, while the other ascended to heaven riding an ox, becoming the patriarch of Taoism.
How incredible it was that this had appeared consecutively in two generations of a father and son!
But now, he roughly understood… a pure Yin physique and a pure Yang physique had combined. In fact, it wasn't a simple combination, but rather the yin and yang within their respective "Tai Chi" systems, a union of opposites, that gave birth to the next generation of pure Yang.
The "yang" nurtured by a pure Yin physique, and the "yin" nurtured by a pure Yang physique.
"This is incredible!" Cui Yuanxuan couldn't help but sigh. Chinese civilization was far too profound; if it weren't for the culture of the Celestial Empire, he probably would never have been able to unravel this mystery.
Thinking of the current de-Sinicization of North and South Korea, with the latest generation barely recognizing any Chinese characters, he sighed even more deeply.
"What do you want to do?" Cui Yuanxuan stared at Shen Weiwei, his eyes resolute. In his eyes, this woman was nearing madness, a veritable "witch."
Her control of herself wasn't simply a matter of finding someone to confide in.
When he first encountered her, Cui Yuanxuan hadn't realized the gravity of the situation.
At that time, she appeared to be just a weak woman cornered by a group of thugs, her breasts and genitals being groped, crying for help.
But that was just a trap she had set. Those thugs were all under her control. Who would have thought that such a frail girl was actually one of the Seven Deadly Sins?
Thus, without warning, Cui Yuanxuan fell into Shen Weiwei's trap and was controlled.
Although he was also one of the Seven Sins, possessing the power of Wrath.
Logically, the methods of another member of the Seven Sins shouldn't have had any effect on him.
But Wrath was different. When he was betrayed by his own country, and his wife and daughters were raped and abused by the owner of the Seven Stars Group, he felt a powerful rage to destroy his nation.
Therefore, the trait of Wrath was chosen for him.
However, the birth of Wrath requires the sacrifice of a nation, just as the previous Wrath had destroyed a small European country.
But at the last moment, the Martial God, who had been his enemy, and Zhao Zhiran saved him, rescuing his wife and daughters.
Without a cathartic baptism of rage and slaughter, he hadn't truly resonated with Wrath; this trait was highly unstable, so he didn't even dare to see his wife and daughters.
It was Zhao Zhiran who designed a meditation method for him to control his rage.
That's why he came to Shen City at Zhao Ziran's request to protect Wushen's comeback; however, he couldn't use his full strength, otherwise he wouldn't be able to control his anger.