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Chapter 247: Ling fei\'s mother -2

Bai Lung raised an eyebrow and said, “Very well, lead the way,”

Ling Fei felt a sense of relief wash over him as Bai Lung agreed to follow him. He turned and began walking back towards his hut, with Bai Lung following close behind.

The journey was silent with no conversation, after all, both of them were lost in their thoughts.

As they walked, Ling Fei couldn’t help but steal glances at the aloof man behind him.

He felt a mix of gratitude and trepidation.

He was grateful that Bai Lung was willing to help him, but at the same time, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that the man harbored a certain disdain towards him.

[ Ding! The Host managed to gain respect from the protagonist, you have successfully plundered 300 luck from him ]

[ Ding! You have 300 luck ]

Hearing this Bai Lung nodded, fully satisfied.

Thanks to his original reconstruction, he can now actually possess luck.

He is both a villain and a common person at the same time aka technically a protagonist, since villains also possess fortune flux.

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Soon enough, Bai Lung arrived at a barren land, in a small hut.

His gaze turned to a mature woman, laying in the bed.

The woman’s curvaceous figure was truly a sight to behold.

Her voluptuous body was practically spilling out of the thin, sheer spandex clothing that clung tightly to her mature, hourglass frame.

Her buxom bosom heaved with each gentle breath, the tantalizing outline of her lacy black brassiere just barely visible through the form-fitting material.

The fabric stretched taut across her ample chest, threatening to burst at the seams as her generous breasts strained against the confines of her outfit.

Thick, shapely hips flared out alluringly from her narrow waist, supporting a pair of lusciously full, thick thighs that threatened to split the delicate spandex that encased them.

The material caressed the generous curves of her lower body, accentuating every sumptuous swell and subtle dip of her figure. Her long, shapely legs seemed to stretch on for miles, shapely calves leading down to dainty, feminine feet.

A cascade of rich, dark-brownish hair flowed down her back, the lustrous tresses gleaming softly in the sunlight.

Her face was a vision of mature beauty – full, sensual lips painted a deep crimson, high cheekbones, and an elegant, refined nose. Her eyes were hooded and smoldering, pools of deep black that promised untold carnal delights to any who dared gaze into their mysterious depths.

She carried herself with a regal, confident poise, her every movement oozing a seductive, almost predatory grace. There was an air of untamed, primal allure about her, a simmering sensuality that seemed to radiate from her very being.

Looking at her, Bai Lung was immediately drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.

He really wanted to cream-pie her, filling her womb with his semen.

…

Bai Lung’s eyes hungrily roamed over the alluring figure of Ling Fei’s mother, his gaze filled with lust and desire.

The raw sensuality exuded by the woman in front of him ignited a primal fire within him, urging him to indulge in the forbidden temptation that beckoned him closer.

Without a hint of restraint, Bai Lung moved closer to the bed where Ling Fei’s mother lay, her provocative form captivating his every sense.

The air crackled with an electric tension.

As he stood at the edge of the bed, he reached out a hand to brush a lock of her hair away from her face, his touch feather-light yet searing with an intense longing.

‘Ah!’

Ling Fei’s mother stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her plump, inviting lips, a subtle invitation that Bai Lung could not resist.

Meanwhile,

Ling Fei observed Bai Lung carefully as he ‘examined’ his mother, taking note of the way his eyes widened slightly as he took in her appearance.

Bai Lung quickly regained his composure and began examining her condition, his hands gently touching her forehead and checking her pulse with another hand.

Ling Fei watched with bated breath, praying that Bai Lung would be able to identify the source of her illness.

After a few moments, Bai Lung finally spoke.

“She’s definitely seriously ill and can die very soon,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “But I can’t quite put my finger on what’s wrong with her…”

Ling Fei’s heart sank as Bai Lung confirmed that his mother was indeed seriously ill.

He had hoped that she was just tired from working too hard, but the fact that even a renowned cultivator like Bai Lung was unable to identify the cause of her illness was not a good sign.

“What do you mean you can’t identify it?” Ling Fei asked, the desperation in his voice clear.

“I thought you would be able to tell me what’s wrong with her, and how to cure her!”

Bai Lung let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s not that simple,” he said.

“Your mother’s illness doesn’t have any physical symptoms, and I can’t detect anything wrong with her spiritual energy either. It’s almost as if there’s some sort of spiritual barrier obstructing my examination,”

Ling Fei: “…” ( W-What… )

Ling Fei’s eyes widened in surprise. “A spiritual barrier?” he repeated, his mind racing to process this new information.

“What does that mean? Is it some sort of spell or curse?”

Bai Lung nodded. “It’s possible,” he said.

“But it could also be a symptom of some sort of spiritual ailment or disease. It’s hard to say without further examination and testing…”

Ling Fei felt a sense of frustration and helplessness wash over him. “Is there nothing you can do then?” he asked, his voice betraying his desperation. “Is there no way to find out what’s wrong with her?”

Bai Lung gave him a sympathetic look. “I know this must be frustrating for you,” he said calmly.

“But the fact that there’s a spiritual barrier blocking my examination narrows down the possibilities. It means that whatever is affecting your mother is something that’s not naturally occurring, and it’s being deliberately concealed,”

Bai Lung appeared friendly.

“Deliberately concealed…” Ling Fei was dumbfounded, his mind running faster than light.

“So you’re saying someone deliberately did this to my mother? But who would do such a thing? And why?”

“I don’t know…” Bai Lung responded.

Bai Lung shrugged. “It’s hard to say,” he said.

“There are many reasons why someone might want to conceal something like this. It could be a rival cultivator, a curse from a powerful being, or even something more sinister. Without more information, it’s impossible to say for certain… So, I don’t know who and why,”

Ling Fei felt a wave of despair wash over him as he listened to Bai Lung’s words. The thought of someone intentionally causing his mother’s illness was almost too much to bear.

He could feel a few coursing through his blood.

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked, his voice shaking. “Is there any way to undo the barrier and find out what’s wrong with her?”

“just get out of here and let me check on her properly, I need no disturbance,” Says Bai Lung calmly on the surface yet his heart laughs menacingly at pathetic Ling Fei who believed every word coming out of his mouth.

Bai Lung’s eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and cunning as he dismissed Ling Fei with a calm yet authoritative tone, a great feat for the villain.

As Ling Fei hesitantly backed away, a seed of doubt began to sprout in his mind.

With a final glance at his mother, Ling Fei turned and left the hut, the weight of uncertainty bearing down on his shoulders.

Meanwhile, Bai Lung’s focus shifted back to Ling Fei’s mother, his gaze lingering on her alluring form with a hunger that betrayed his true intentions.

The woman’s presence tantalized him, awakening a primal urge that whispered of forbidden desires waiting to be fulfilled.

His little brother was waking up like a dragon head.

“Y-You… Who are you,” meanwhile, Ling Fei’s mother got up as soon as Ling Fei left the hut.

All this time, she was awake listening to Bai Lung’s explanation, and now she decided to raise a question about his being.

Meanwhile,

Bai Lung’s eyes widened looking at her, while his smirk widened.

However, instead of answering her question, he decided to raise a question himself, reverse psychology bitch.

“You… How did you get that curse,” he asked in a cold tone causing her to panic,

“Curse? What curse…” She was dumbfounded and confused.

“The death curse… The curse will kill you after that, the curse will passed on to your son,” Bai Lung said with a straight face, making her believe he was speaking nothing but the truth.