Ling dedicated herself to training, which made her become the Sect Master of Di Yuan Sect, a figure feared by everyone. Unlike those born with a silver spoon, she rose step by step among many candidates of the Ling bloodline through her own efforts to finally stand in the position of Sect Master of Di Yuan Sect. She rarely understood the matters of the mortal world and never thought about marriage or having children; no one taught her, and she wasn't interested, so naturally, she understood nothing.

At this moment, she felt very troubled, knowing nothing, yet being forced by Ye Fan to take control herself; she was nearly at a loss.

But she was not a woman who tolerated failure; she preferred to show a strong front in front of Ye Fan because this was a contest of wills. Even if for these four months she would be reduced to a slave, she wanted to maintain some dignity for herself, not letting Ye Fan force her in everything, showing that she could be quite proactive.

"Like this, is it okay?" Ling placed her hand on Ye Fan's abdomen, looked at him, and asked.

Ye Fan thought for a while and nodded, "It's okay. Continue."

Ling's hand was still unsure where to go, but she was not completely clueless. As for what difference there was between men and women, even using her wisdom of over a hundred years to observe, she should understand. Coupled with the hearsay she once ignored but was now entering her perception, she was clearly aware of the focus of today's matter.

Starting with the hand, Ye Fan just watched her smilingly, making her lower her head involuntarily. This way of interacting with Ye Fan made her very awkward. When she wanted to turn away, Ye Fan suddenly embraced her, making her somewhat flustered. But Ye Fan did not make any further moves; he just wanted to feel Ling's body's curves and her skin's softness.

"It's really good," Ye Fan chuckled.

Ling once relied on her cultivation, believing herself nearly able to dominate the world. But only now did she understand how small she was. A man she once underestimated was now treating her with the mindset of playing with a toy, and Ye Fan was not taking the initiative. Asking her to take initiative, apart from embarrassment was nowhere to hide. She even thought it would be easier to accept her death or losing consciousness than this situation.

"Don't just use your hands; although your hands are soft, that's not what I want."

Speaking, Ye Fan's hand moved up, directly wrapping around Ling's neck. At this moment, Ling could no longer kneel and sit; she had to bend down. When her face rested in Ye Fan's embrace, she understood what Ye Fan wanted her to do next.

This was a very difficult decision, but she valued her oath, never breaching prior promises, thus she completed what Ye Fan asked of her.

Now Ye Fan no longer needed to guide Ling further; he only needed to close his eyes and feel the gentle side of Ling.

Even Ye Fan had to admit, though Ling was so inexperienced, she was superior to Sang Yuan in some matters. Sang Yuan knew how to look out for herself, using her little cunning at times, while Ling did not understand any of this, never shirking or treating things carelessly, nor pursuing anything for her own sensory pleasure.

Ling just used the method Ye Fan liked, proactively letting Ye Fan fully possess her.

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Before taking Ling out, Ye Fan had prepared in advance for two hours, thinking that whatever happened should be over within this time.

But once he truly possessed Ling and witnessed the blossom-like beauty, he began to be somewhat enchanted by this inexperienced little woman. He liked this method of possessing Ling, also enjoyed Ling's naive yet obedient attitude. Once he felt the timing was about right, he took control, letting Ling experience what felt like sailing in a storm.

That was a way to find peace amidst great waves, finding one's existential value within the undulating sea. Ye Fan had enough experience and capital to cause Ling to indulge, feeling conquered. Though this time being conquered was short-lived, its duration allowed her thoughts only filled with Ye Fan, the man transforming her from a girl into a woman.

Once everything calmed, the sun rose outside, Ye Fan walked over to open the curtains, the warmth of the sunlight shining on him making him feel alive.

At this moment, Ling had already closed her eyes; since reaching Golden Core Stage, she never slept like a human, but now she was physically and mentally exhausted, needing to close her eyes to rest because her Spiritual Energy could no longer replenish the energy her brain needed.

"Young Master, did you enjoy yourself?" Ye Fan had stood by the window a while before hearing Sang Yuan's voice.

Ye Fan said, "Come over."

"Yes, Young Master." Sang Yuan came out from the room next door, while at this moment in the adjacent room, Song Xiaoshu was just wearing a very wide bathrobe, sleeping against the sofa.

Song Xiaoshu, after all, was just a regular human girl, waiting in the next room for several hours, and having not slept for more than twenty-four hours, she was very fatigued, unconsciously falling asleep.

Sang Yuan directly opened the door entering the suite, stepping into the bedroom, first looking at Ling lying on the bed with some hatred. She then looked at Ye Fan standing at the window with gentle eyes, gracefully stepping over, bowing softly at Ye Fan, hopeful eyes watching him, as if seeking Ye Fan's intention, checking if he was dissatisfied with her service.

But Ye Fan's attention was not fully on her at this moment; he was still watching the bustling street outside.

It wasn't until a long time passed that Ling gradually woke up, suddenly alert upon awakening, realizing a major enemy had entered the room capable of killing her anytime, but now that enemy was doing what she hadn't finished, dealing with aftercare matters.

"Awake?" Ye Fan asked.

Ling now felt confused, supporting herself with her arms to sit up, but unsure of what to do, eventually glancing at Ling with a brief glare.

Only then did Ling realize her duty, getting down from the bed, not bothering to pick up clothes from the ground, just like Sang Yuan, walking barefoot to Ye Fan, kneeling down, Sang Yuan allocating her task to Ling halfway.

Ye Fan looked out the window, speaking softly, "There's no need to worry about the matters of the Seven Major Sects for now. Until finding the true fated person, as long as each sect remains harmonious, they are within my control. Currently, preparations are for my and Zhao Jun's wedding, you two go and help with it, alright?"

Whether it was Ling or Sang Yuan, neither could respond verbally, but they answered with their eyes to Ye Fan, indicating they would comply.

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