Chapter 91: Trusting Xia Bingling Completely
The night wore on, a symphony of moans and whispered endearments echoing through Xia Bingling’s chamber.
Wang Li, fueled by a dark hunger, used her body to satiate his desires. He reveled in the power he held over her, his hands trailing across her ample curves with a boldness that ignited a fire within her.
A sharp smack against her buttocks elicited a gasp, followed by a throaty whisper of submission.
As dawn painted the horizon with streaks of gold and crimson, the embers of their passion finally dwindled. Exhausted but content, they lay entwined, the sheets tangled around them like a testament to the night’s fervor.
A gentle breeze whispered through the open window, carrying with it a sense of renewal. Wang Li, breaking the silence, spoke in a voice raspy from exertion. “My dear Bingling,” he began, his thumb tracing circles on the soft skin of her shoulder, “after tonight, I believe I can trust you completely.”
A flicker of surprise flitted across Xia Bingling’s face. “Trust? Completely?” she echoed, her voice husky.
“Indeed,” Wang Li confirmed, his gaze meeting hers. “The… recording stone,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “I’m willing to part with it.”
Hearing those words, a surge of joy overwhelmed Xia Bingling. The constant fear that had gnawed at her for so long began to recede. Reaching out, she placed a hand over his robust chest. “You truly are a scoundrel, Li,” she whispered, a smile blooming on her face.
“A scoundrel who has secured the affections of both you and your daughter, Qingwu,” Wang Li countered with a smirk.
Xia Bingling couldn’t help but blush at his audacity. “You’ve ensnared Qingwu’s heart completely, that much is clear,” she muttered, a hint of amusement laced with a touch of motherly worry in her voice. “Now, you aim for mine as well?”
“Why not?” Wang Li replied, his voice turning playful. “Surely you don’t believe I could resist either one of you charming ladies?”
A low laugh escaped Xia Bingling’s lips. “An ambitious man, you are,” she conceded. “Very well then,” she continued, her voice dropping to a seductive purr, “get that blasted stone.”
Wang Li chuckled, reaching into a hidden pocket within his robe.
As he retrieved the Vision Recording Stone, a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. However, instead of handing it to her, he held it aloft, dangling it just out of reach.
“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” he teased, a playful smirk twisting his lips.
Xia Bingling rolled her eyes playfully. “Give it here, you tease,” she said, reaching for the stone. However, Wang Li easily snatched his hand away, keeping the stone tantalizingly out of reach.
“Perhaps,” he began, his voice dripping with amusement, “another demonstration of your newfound loyalty is in order?”
Xia Bingling narrowed her eyes playfully. “Oh, you are a devil, Li,” she purred, before leaning in and showering his neck with kisses. “Very well,” she conceded, trailing kisses down his chest, “anything for you, my love.”
Wang Li’s smirk widened, a flicker of something darker lurking beneath the surface. He reveled in the power he held over her, the way he had so thoroughly conquered her defenses. Yet, a part of him couldn’t help but be intrigued by the genuineness he sensed in her newfound affection.
Moments later, when their renewed passion subsided, Wang Li finally handed her the Vision Recording Stone. As she held the cool stone in her palm, a wave of relief washed over her. Yet, a new thought emerged, one that sent a thrill coursing through her.
“Perhaps,” she said, her voice a soft whisper, “you don’t need to give it to me after all.”
Wang Li raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Explain yourself, my dear Bingling,” he urged, intrigued by the mischievous glint in her eyes.
“You’ve conquered my body, Li,” she explained, her voice laced with a hint of self-deprecation, “You’ve conquered my heart. The stone is meaningless. Your will is now my command.”
A slow, predatory smile spread across Wang Li’s face. He scooped her up in his arms, their skin meeting in a heated embrace. “An excellent decision, my dear Bingling,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Now, let us celebrate this newfound trust in our own unique way.”
The morning sun filtered through the window, casting elongated shadows across the room. Xia Bingling, her body still buzzing with the aftereffects of their passionate encounter, snuggled closer to Wang Li. Despite his darker intentions, she couldn’t deny the strange sense of belonging she felt in his arms.
The future was uncertain, a tangled web of ambition, desire, and a twisted form of affection. But for now, in the warmth of his embrace, Xia Bingling chose to let go of her doubts and embrace the passionate storm he had brought into her life.
The next day dawned with the promise of another recruitment trial. Wang Li, ever the enigmatic figure, donned his White Eagle Mask once more. His eyes, however, remained focused inwards, the power of the Heavenly Fate Pupils activated. Today, he scanned the hopeful faces with even greater intensity.
Among the throng, a vibrant purple destiny flickered – a rare find marking an individual destined for exceptional greatness. A surge of satisfaction coursed through Wang Li. This, alongside thirteen other promising individuals, some with auras of blue destiny and others with the more common green, would be the future pillars of the Xia Family.
This time, the chosen included a balanced mix – seven men and seven women. Each possessed a raw potential that Wang Li, with his unique vision, could see. Just like the previous batch, they were ushered into the Scripture Hall, the vast repository of cultivation techniques. Glowing tablets lined the walls, each holding the secrets of harnessing the world’s spiritual energy.
Under the watchful gaze of the elders, the new recruits were allowed to choose a single cultivation technique and a single martial technique. The air crackled with nervous anticipation as each individual selected their path. Some gravitated towards techniques aligned with their elemental affinities, while others were drawn to martial styles that resonated with their fighting spirit.
Once the selections were complete, the elders took over. They patiently explained the rules, protocols, and responsibilities that came with being a member of the Xia Family. They outlined the daily routines, the training schedules, and the expectations that would be placed upon them. These were the building blocks upon which loyalty and dedication would be fostered.
As twilight descended, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Wang Li found himself outside the chambers of his cousin, Wang Xiangyi. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes as he removed the mask, revealing his face to her. Relief washed over Xiangyi’s features as she rushed to embrace him.
“Li!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy. “The recruitment is complete? You must be exhausted.”
He smiled reassuringly, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “Indeed, it has been a demanding day. But a fruitful one,” he added, his eyes lingering on her curves with a predatory glint.
Xiangyi recognized the simmering desire that flickered in his gaze. A thrill shot through her. Their encounters, while frequent, never lost their spark. Tonight, however, she sensed something different in his demeanor – a possessiveness, a raw hunger that both excited and terrified her.
With a practiced smile that did little to hide her own rising desire, she took his hand and led him into her room. The room was bathed in the warm glow of an oil lamp, casting long shadows across the silken bed sheets. Xiangyi’s breath hitched as he roughly pushed her onto the bed, his movements imbued with a dominant force that sent a shiver down her spine.
“Tonight,” he growled, his voice laced with a dark intensity, “you belong to me.”
There was no time for playful banter, no gentle coaxing. Wang Li, fueled by a dark compulsion, devoured her body with a possessive intensity. Xiangyi, though surprised by his forceful approach, found herself surrendering to the unfamiliar current of desire that surged through her. She clung to him, her moans a mixture of pleasure and a hint of fear.
Despite the undercurrent of violence, the raw passion ignited a fire within her. As they reached their peak, a satisfied grin spread across Xiangyi’s face. It wasn’t the gentle exploration they usually shared, but it was exhilarating in its own way. She had glimpsed a new side of Li, a side that was both frightening and strangely arousing.
The following morning, the cycle began anew. Wang Li, refreshed and invigorated, took his position as the Eagle Masked Expert, observing the aspiring cultivators and choosing the ones with the most promising destinies. This routine, with its blend of duty and desire, continued for the entire week.
Mornings were dedicated to recruitment, his keen eyes searching for hidden potential within the crowd. Afternoons were spent reviewing reports from the elders, ensuring the smooth integration of the newly recruited members. Evenings, however, were a different story. He alternated his visits between his cousin Xiangyi and Matriarch Xia Bingling, each encounter a whirlwind of passion and forbidden desire.
Both women, blissfully unaware of the other’s existence, reveled in their stolen moments with Wang Li. He, playing the role of the passionate lover with an uncanny ability to fulfill their desires, kept his secret carefully guarded.
