Chapter 123

Qi Fei was woken up early in the morning by the chirping of birds.

The palace was quiet and elegant in the early morning. Birds the size of a palm chirped and hopped among the treetops outside the window. A ray of sunlight shone in from the window, falling on the bed and illuminating three naked bodies.

A warm and soft sensation washed over him, and Qi Fei struggled to lift his head from Feng Liyao and Raozhirou’s ministrations, stretching as he did so.

Suddenly, a pair of silk-stockinged legs appeared in front of Qi Fei, trapping him between their thighs. With a gentle pull, he lay down, his head resting on a thigh, his eyes revealing a plump, pink, fleshy vulva.

Qi Fei instinctively stuck out his tongue and began licking the large, fleshy opening.

“Hmm…” A lazy voice sounded, and Feng Liyao slightly opened her beautiful eyes, glanced at the boy licking her crotch, lay on the bed, and began to sort out her thoughts.

At the same time, Rao Zhirou also woke up, sat up, combed her long black hair, and her full breasts trembled slightly.

Feng Liyao said, “We’re going to hold an ancestral worship ceremony today. Go and have someone prepare the things.” Rao Zhirou replied, “I already gave the instructions yesterday, so everything should be ready.” Feng Liyao hummed in agreement and sat up as well.

Qi Fei lifted his head from between Feng Liyao’s legs, licked the lustful fluid from the corner of his mouth, and blinked his eyes.

Rao Zhirou grabbed a piece of clothing and said, “Fei’er, after you bathe and change, come with us to the ancestral hall, understand?”

“Oh, I see!” Ancestral hall?

Qi Fei thought to himself, “I haven’t been there yet…”

In the Qiankun Continent, there are some special days, such as the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Lunar New Year, which are celebrated by everyone in the world. There are also some days that are only celebrated in one’s own country, such as the “Dragon Boat Festival” of the Daqian Dynasty and the “Moon Festival” of the Kun Kingdom, which are grand and solemn events held every year.

Today is the birthday of Feng Wangshu, the founding empress of the Kun Kingdom. It is an extremely important day, known as the “Moon’s Birthday.” The Kun Kingdom’s royal palace holds sacrificial ceremonies at the ancestral hall. Qi Fei has never participated before, and this year is the first time.

After bathing and changing, Qi Fei had a palace maid lead the way to the royal ancestral temple of the Kun Kingdom.

The royal ancestral hall of the Kun Kingdom is located at the foot of Phoenix Head Mountain behind the palace. The foot of the mountain can be reached directly through the back garden. This area is still the palace area, and ordinary people are not allowed to set foot in it.

Fengshou Mountain is thousands of feet high, with a waterfall cascading down from it like a silver river from the heavens. A great river flows down from there and merges into the great river in front of the capital.

The ancestral hall of the Kun Kingdom royal family was also built to be quite magnificent, covering a large area, and was guarded by dedicated personnel.

At this moment, the entrance to the ancestral hall was already lined with guards, led by Feng Liyao, followed by civil and military officials of the Kun Kingdom, including Feng Jianqing, Fang Huaxian, Yao Youwei, and others, all with solemn expressions.

Musicians played instruments and sang on both sides, while someone lit firecrackers, which crackled and popped, creating a deafening sound and sending thick smoke soaring into the sky.

Qi Fei, dressed in a light blue embroidered brocade robe, mingled in the crowd. Seeing everyone so serious, he felt embarrassed to do anything out of line, but found it all rather dull and boring.

They quickly entered the ancestral hall, which was quite spacious. At first glance, a long scroll hung directly above, depicting a barefoot woman draped in flowing robes with ribbons. Although painted, the woman was incredibly lifelike, her eyes revealing a wise air. She had a beautiful oval face, followed by a high, full bosom, a shapely bottom, and long, slender legs. Her entire figure was exquisitely curvaceous, captivating all who beheld her.

Qi Fei wasn’t interested in anything else, but he couldn’t take his eyes off beautiful women.

He saw the three characters “Feng Wangshu” on the scroll and knew that this was the first empress of Kun Kingdom. She was truly as beautiful as a fairy, no less than Feng Liyao and Qi Tingqin.

Feng Liyao led everyone to offer incense, and Qi Fei also knelt down to worship. While everyone else was kneeling, he was looking around.

He saw that there were passageways and rooms inside the ancestral hall, but the doors were all marked with signs that read “Royal Forbidden Area, No Entry”.

Qi Fei glanced around for a while, then, finding it uninteresting, sat down to watch. A sacrificial ceremony was taking place nearby, and Qi Fei was dozing off.

In a daze, the noise around me suddenly faded away.

Qi Fei looked up and suddenly saw that the entire ancestral hall was empty. There was no one there except him. Everyone had suddenly disappeared!

“What happened?”

He suddenly stood up and looked around the vast, empty ancestral hall. Just then, a voice rang out behind him: “You’ve come.” “Who?!” Qi Fei was startled and quickly turned around.

To his astonishment, the desk directly above him had vanished, replaced by a chaise lounge made of golden nanmu wood. The portrait of the first female emperor of the Kun Kingdom, “Feng Wangshu,” which had been hanging on the wall, was also gone. Instead, a woman who looked exactly like “Feng Wangshu” was sitting on the chaise lounge, her eyes shining, looking at him calmly.

The voice just now seemed to have come from this woman.

“Who are you? How did you get here? Where are they?” Qi Fei was full of questions, looking at the woman in front of him suspiciously.

This woman was indeed exactly like Feng Wangshu in the portrait. She had exquisite features and a beauty that could topple kingdoms. She wore a gossamer-thin feather dress with ribbons wrapped around her body. Her feet were like jade. She leaned against the chaise longue, exuding an indescribable charm and alluring aura. Yet, she also gave off a feeling of being high above, unapproachable, and untouchable.

The woman did not answer Qi Fei’s question, but said, “Now that you’re here, the time for the stars to shift has come. Go and do something for me.”

“What are you doing?” Qi Fei asked.

The woman gently lifted her smooth chin with one hand and said in her melodious voice, “The once-in-three-thousand-years shift of the stars is about to arrive. At this time, the divine beasts of the world will enter a weakened state. It is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. Go to the Phoenix Nest, kill the phoenix, and bring me its blood.”

“Kill the phoenix and take its blood?” Qi Fei looked puzzled; he had never heard of such a thing. The woman continued, “The day you retrieve the phoenix blood will be the day I am resurrected. Go…”

Her voice reached Qi Fei’s ears, gradually becoming ethereal, until it seemed to echo in the distance. At the same time, the scene before him gradually blurred, the woman’s figure rippled, and the scene before him receded into the distance like a reflection in water.

“Ouch—” Qi Fei suddenly woke up, his body swayed, and he fell off the chair and rolled to the ground.

Countless gazes were cast upon him from all around: Feng Liyao, Feng Jianqing, Fang Huaxian, Rao Zhirou, Gu Yinzhang… they were all looking at him.

Goodness, it’s quite something that someone can fall off their chair while dozing off.

“I…I’m fine…” Qi Fei blushed and awkwardly got up from the ground, sitting back down in his chair.

The crowd withdrew their gaze and continued the ancestral worship ceremony. The sounds of playing instruments and singing continued, and another round of firecrackers exploded in the ancestral hall, filling the air with smoke and wisps of smoke.

Qi Fei looked at the bustling crowd in the ancestral hall, at the long table not far in front of him, and at the portrait of Feng Wangshu on it. Everything seemed so normal, yet he had a feeling of not knowing where he was, as if in a dream.

What was that dream about?

He took a deep breath and recalled what “Feng Wangshu” had said in his dream.

Suddenly, a “hey” sound rang in Qi Fei’s ears. Qi Fei was startled and looked closely. A beautiful face appeared in front of him. It was a beautiful girl dressed in purple.

“Big sister, what are you doing? You scared me to death!” Qi Fei patted his chest.

Kazami Haruka chuckled and said, “You can even fall asleep here? You’re something else. If you don’t properly perform the ancestral rites, your mother will spank you when we get back.”

“I did participate! I just knelt down and prayed!” Qi Fei quickly said. “Not serious!”

“I didn’t…”

The two chatted casually, and Qi Fei asked, “Our Kun Kingdom’s ancestor must have had very high martial arts skills, right? Did he reach the Shattering Realm?”

Kazami Sei smoothed his bangs and pondered, “Probably not. It’s said that once you reach the Shattered Realm, you can ascend to immortality. How could you die?”

“Oh, oh…” Qi Fei sat up slightly. “I just had a dream.” “You’re always daydreaming. In your dreams, you’re bullying some girl, humph.” Feng Jianqing pinched his nose.

“No, my dream today was a little different…”

“Nothing’s different. Come on, let’s learn these sacrificial rituals together. Also, there’s a village opera performance these days, do you want to go?”

“go……”

After an unknown amount of time, the ancestral worship ceremony finally came to an end. Qi Fei felt that this event was more tiring than a life-or-death battle with an enemy. In fact, he didn’t do anything during the whole process; he was just joining in the fun.

“It’s finally over! Time to go watch the village opera!”

Qi Fei happily followed Feng Jianqing, and together with the rest of the group, they returned to the palace in a grand procession.

After lunch, Qi Fei arrived early at the stage outside the ancestral hall, where a large crowd had already gathered.

The village opera was performed outside the ancestral hall, where a spacious stage was built. Whenever there was a festival, opera troupes would be invited to perform here.

Besides being performed for people in the palace, the songs were also sung for the ancestors in the Kun Kingdom’s ancestral hall.

This opera troupe is famous in Kun State, with more than twenty people, including male, female, painted-face, old, and clown roles, as well as men, women, young and old. Each of them has superb skills. Although they have not officially started performing yet, some people are already dancing gracefully on the stage.

In the afternoon, the performance officially began, featuring pieces such as “The Judge’s Judgment,” “The Young Girl’s Redress,” and “The Dream of the West Chamber.” The outstanding performances and singing skills won rounds of applause from the audience.

“Great, beautiful!” Qi Fei exclaimed while cracking sunflower seeds.

Feng Jianqing, Leng Shuxue, Zuo Meihong, and other girls stood to the side. Li Yuyao corrected Qi Fei, saying, “It should be called ‘well acted,’ not ‘beautiful.'” Qi Fei said, “This actress is very beautiful!” Upon hearing this, everyone was speechless.

So he wasn’t watching a play, he was watching people.

The female lead’s singing voice was very pleasant to hear, and her heavenly voice floated in everyone’s ears: “A few glances and the dance ends the foolish dream, waiting for the heavy makeup to be put on, the good show begins, on the stage, joy and sorrow are all I sing, graceful as floating clouds, wearing rainbow dress, the curtain falls, the temples are all frosted, the painting is as beautiful as a painting, the body is as light as gauze.” Before he knew it, Qi Fei had already watched several shows, and his enthusiasm began to fade, and he was a little sleepy.

Feng Jianqing and the others were still enjoying themselves. Qi Fei was bored, and seeing that Feng Liyao, Fang Huaxian, Gu Yinzhang and the others had already gone back, he also got up and returned to the palace.

Upon arriving at Guanmei Garden, Qi Fei discovered that Gu Yinzhang and the others were practicing martial arts. Li Huiyu was passing on the “Supreme Goodness is Like Water” mental cultivation method to Gu Yinzhang, Shen Xiangxiang, Mei’er, and others, so he didn’t want to disturb them.

So they went to the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Garden and found that Fang Huaxian and the others were not there; they must have left the palace.

Finally, Qi Fei had no choice but to go to Kunning Palace to find Feng Liyao, where he found her discussing something with Rao Zhirou. After Qi Fei walked over, he rushed into Feng Liyao’s arms and held her tenderly.

Feng Liyao placed Qi Fei on her lap and asked, “Why aren’t you going to see the play?” Qi Fei replied, “I’ve already seen it!”

With a gentle touch, she asked, “Have you had dinner yet?”

Qi Fei nodded and said, “Mom, Aunt, I had a dream during the day when I was in the ancestral hall.” Feng Liyao raised an eyebrow: “Oh? What was the dream?”

Qi Fei said, “I dreamt of a woman…” He told Feng Liyao and Rao Zhirou in detail about the strange dream he had during the day. After listening, the two women looked at each other, their expressions somewhat solemn.

Rao Zhirou said, “Judging by the time, it should be time.” Feng Liyao said, “At most, there are still three years left.”

Qi Fei was completely confused and asked, “What? Three more years?” Feng Liyao replied, “The stars will shift.” “What does ‘the stars will shift’ mean?”

Feng Liyao didn’t answer, but said, “Of the seven people I asked you to find, there are two left. We must get those two to join us as soon as possible, or it will be too late. Within two years at the latest…”

Qi Fei said, “I understand, Mother! I will definitely get Miao Yu and Wang Wanru to join us before the end of next year!” Feng Liyao said with relief, “It’s good that you understand your mission.”

Qi Fei said, “I want to share my mother’s burdens!”

Feng Liyao patted his head and hugged it to her chest.

Qi Fei felt a faint, sweet fragrance waft towards him, filling his nostrils; it smelled wonderful.

He rubbed his face against Feng Liyao’s full breasts, and even through her clothes, he could still feel the softness and elasticity of her two large breasts.

Feng Liyao didn’t stop him from taking advantage of her; instead, she hugged him even tighter.

Qi Fei thought to himself, “Hehe, this great hero is in for a treat tonight…”

Sure enough, at night, Qi Fei followed Feng Liyao and Rao Zhirou to Kunning Palace, and slept directly on Feng Liyao’s bed in her bedroom. During this time, they had a lot of intimate moments, feeling like they were in heaven.

Qi Fei repeatedly thrust in and out of the soft, fleshy hole of the fingertips, and also pumped in and out of Feng Liyao’s chrysanthemum hole. After a passionate and lingering encounter, they finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Since then, Qi Fei has been spending his time in Kunning Palace, enjoying the company of Feng Liyao and the gentle caresses of their love.

Although it felt incredibly good, Qi Fei still felt somewhat frustrated, mainly because he easily ejaculated when he penetrated Feng Liyao’s body, which made him doubt whether his “glass penis” was fake, otherwise why would it be completely ineffective with Feng Liyao?

A few days later, Gu Yinzhang and the others had switched their internal energy cultivation methods and had initially mastered the “Supreme Goodness is Like Water” method, making great progress in their martial arts.

Below the Heavenly Rank, even at the Innate Realm, changing one’s cultivation method simply requires converting the original internal energy into a new one, which doesn’t take long.

However, for powerful individuals at the Heavenly Rank, such as Feng Liyao, Wang Tianlong, and Bai Xifeng, the amount of true energy within their bodies is so vast that it takes a considerable amount of time to fully convert it, making the two incomparable.

That morning, Qi Fei arrived at Guanmei Garden. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard bursts of laughter and cheerful voices coming from inside.

It’s already early summer, and the summer breeze is blowing, dispelling the heat in the air.

Qi Fei looked up and saw a flower stand inside, with a swing hanging below it. A woman dressed in a light pink gauze dress sat on the swing, swaying back and forth. Her long, black hair was loose behind her head and swayed gently in the breeze.

Next to the swing was a stone table with a chessboard on it, where two stunningly beautiful women were sitting facing each other, playing chess.

On the open ground nearby, a voluptuous woman dressed in a black gauze dress was practicing swordplay, her graceful figure quite alluring.

Shen Xiangxiang is swinging on the swing, Gu Yinzhang and Li Huiyu are playing chess, and Mei’er is dancing with a sword.

“Sister Xiangxiang!” Qi Fei walked over to Shen Xiangxiang and helped her push the swing. The swing swayed and made a “creaking” sound.

“Good boy.” Shen Xiangxiang looked at Qi Fei and sized him up. “What’s wrong? You don’t look too well these past few days.” Qi Fei said, “Sister, do you think my ‘Glass Dick’ is really invincible?”

“Of course,” Shen Xiangxiang said confidently. “Why did you suddenly ask about this?”

Qi Fei recounted his premature ejaculation problem during his intimate moments with Feng Liyao, saying, “These past few days, I’ve been feeling a bit insecure when I sleep with my mother and aunt, sigh.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Xiangxiang put her feet on the ground and stopped shaking. She said, “According to what you said, Her Majesty the Empress’s treasure is the world-renowned ‘Nine-Layer Honey Snow.’ Women who possess such a treasure have extraordinary constitutions. You’ve met your match. However, the ‘Glass Penis’ is no ordinary item. As long as its power is fully unleashed, it can also subdue the ‘Nine-Layer Honey Snow.'”

“Really?” Qi Fei asked, still somewhat skeptical.

Shen Xiangxiang said, “Of course it’s true. It is said that the ‘Glassy Penis’ was originally seven feet long, longer than an adult’s height. Later, the divine power was restrained, and it shrank to seven inches in length. As long as the divine power hidden within it is released, what is a mere ‘Nine Layers of Honey Snow’?”

Qi Fei asked, “Then how can we release the divine power within?”

Shen Xiangxiang said, “This requires a lot of sexual experience. You must have sex with women frequently, and with different women, experiencing different vaginal types, and being nourished by different vaginal fluids, especially the nourishment of famous vaginas. With such quantity, quality will change, and I believe that the ‘glass penis’ will eventually shine with true brilliance!”

“Ah…” Upon hearing this, Qi Fei immediately regained his confidence.

At this moment, Shen Xiangxiang stood up and said, “Since we have nothing to do today, come on, let your sister help you exercise your penis.”