Chapter 70: Literary Brilliance, Shaking Heaven and Earth.

This was a man-eating demoness, and judging by her stance, she seemed intent on devouring him.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chun, do you think Sister's breasts are beautiful?" You Man'er's delicate jade-like hands, soft as boneless, hooked around Lin Fan's neck, her light veil half-concealing and half-revealing, making Lin Fan's blood boil. If this seduction continued, something might really happen.

Lin Fan had always upheld the supreme principle of equality between men and women. Although You Man'er was so seductive, Lin Fan would not look at her with colored glasses.

Now that You Man'er was so openly asking him to look at her breasts and judge their beauty, Lin Fan naturally would not pretend to be a hypocrite, half-hiding and half-revealing, wanting to look but not daring to.

Man You'er looked at Huang Xiaochun, a faint smile flickering at the corners of her mouth. She loved teasing these inexperienced sect disciples—interesting and fun.

But just then, Man You'er was startled. This Huang Xiaochun, whom she had taken for an innocent junior brother, was staring fixedly at her breasts. This was something Man You'er had not expected.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chun, aren't Sister's breasts beautiful?" Man You'er thrust them out. In Lin Fan's eyes, her already full breasts now seemed even more abundant.

White, round, and endlessly captivating.

"Beautiful, Sister's are truly beautiful." Lin Fan said without any concealment. Lin Fan was a very honest person; he never hid his admiration for truly beautiful things.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chun, then why do you frown? Could it be that Junior Brother has seen something more beautiful than Sister's?" Man You'er's voice was soft, her delicate hands like slithering snakes, roaming over Lin Fan's body.

"Sister, just now when I saw your magnificent breasts, I was suddenly inspired and composed a poem." Lin Fan said with emotion.

Man You'er trembled slightly, smiling with a hundred charms and a thousand graces. "I didn't expect Junior Brother Xiao Chun to be a man of letters. Sister would really love to hear the poem you composed for her."

Man You'er's voice was very seductive, soft and sweet; just the sound of it was almost unbearable.

"Sister, why don't we go to the bed? I'll recite it for you slowly." Lin Fan said.

Man You'er's boneless body clung tightly to Lin Fan. "Junior Brother Xiao Chun, you're so impatient. Sister has no strength left; carry me over."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes. Damn, so lewd and wanton, truly shameless. But never mind, I'll let you know your junior brother's prowess soon enough.

I guarantee you'll be begging for mercy.

Lin Fan had great ambitions and naturally would not be timid. He then wrapped his arm around Man You'er's slender waist, lifted her up, and walked toward the bed. She was light as a feather, smooth and fair to the touch—truly a seductive beauty.

"Sister, lie down. I have a family massage technique. Let me massage you, and you can enjoy it while listening to my poem." Lin Fan said.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chun is so considerate. Sister wishes she could be with you forever." Man You'er said coquettishly, then lay down as Lin Fan instructed, pulling aside the light veil draped over her back to reveal her delicate, smooth skin.

Lin Fan placed his hands on Man You'er's back. They were cool, soft, and very slippery to the touch.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chun, come on. Sister is ready." Man You'er said with her eyes half-closed.

Lin Fan nodded, thought for a moment, and recalled a passionate poem by a former national scholar that he could use.

"Breasts are milk. Sister's chest items, number two, left and right symmetrical. Sprout at puberty, mature at sixteen. Hide by day, shine by night. Called Mimi, called Bōbō, called Twin Peaks, called Flower Chamber. Ever a battleground for beauties, always a haven for heroes." Lin Fan recited softly.

The Xuanhuang Realm was vast, and although there were many martial artists, scholars were not few in number. However, for a dynasty like the Great Yan, which revered martial arts, scholars held low status, so exchanges among refined scholars were rarely seen within the court.

……

Manyou'er closed her eyes, enjoying her junior brother's massage. Upon hearing this poem, she revealed a faint smile.

What is its color? Deep winter snow. What is its substance? Early summer new cotton. What is its scent? Spring peach and plum. What is its form? Autumn ripples shimmering. In motion, like a cautious jade rabbit; at rest, like a languid white dove. High and bobbing, flesh trembling, tender and pink, delicate and dewy. It steals men's souls and stirs women's passions.

Bowing my weary head, I explore your twin jade peaks, like a boat entering harbor, like an old man returning home. Casting off the wind and rain of solitude, I plunge into a vast warm ocean. Deeply inhaling, gently swaying, intoxicated, soaring..." Lin Fan, as if possessed by a scholar, recited this earth-shattering piece.

Junior Brother Xiaochun, did you truly compose this for me?" At this moment, Manyou'er was emotionally stirred, her eyes glistening as if deeply moved.

Lin Fan was stunned, unsure what was happening. Wasn't it just a little slip of the tongue, a bit of improvisation? Why such excitement? But Lin Fan said nothing and simply nodded.

"Yes, Senior Sister. Do you like it?" Lin Fan said.

"I like it. I like it so much." Manyou'er's delicate shoulders trembled as she lay prostrate on the bed, weeping softly.

These tears were of excitement, of emotion, of joy.

Lin Fan, with many sighs, gently stroked his senior sister's head. Her strands of black hair were smooth to the touch, fragrant and captivating.

"Senior Sister, you are truly a person of deep feeling," Lin Fan said with emotion.

"Junior Brother Xiaochun..." Manyou'er was deeply moved at this moment, wanting to repay him with her body and lead him to the pinnacle of life.

"Senior Sister, I have come to save you," Lin Fan said with tender affection.

"Junior Brother, I love you so much..."

"Slap..."

And at that moment, a divine artifact suddenly appeared in Lin Fan's hand as he gently stroked Manyou'er's head, and he quietly gave a pat.

Manyou'er fell into a dizzy state.

"Heh, trying to lure me in? Not a chance." Lin Fan laughed now, glanced at Manyou'er, and began to search.

Lin Fan lifted Manyou'er's small hand and directly removed the ring from her finger. Then he examined it on the spot, and sure enough, a large pile of Xuanhuang coins lay quietly inside.

Lin Fan put all the Xuanhuang coins into his backpack. As long as he confiscated these Xuanhuang coins, everything would be settled.

Lin Fan glanced at the other items in the storage ring and hesitated for a moment. He had come to save her, not to loot. But then he quickly came around.

He had saved her life, after all—he was her benefactor. And this benefactor was a bit short on cash lately; borrowing some to use was no big deal.

Once I become the invincible supreme, I'll repay double, won't I?

Having thought this through, Lin Fan no longer stood on ceremony with his senior sister. He took whatever he could. As for some martial arts manuals, Lin Fan didn't care about them.

Those were for women to practice. What would a grown man do with them?