Chapter 689 Rumors Claim My Dragon Rod Can Shatter Mountains, so Three Jade Beauties Showed Up with Rulers (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)

Chapter 689: Chapter 689 Rumors Claim My Dragon Rod Can Shatter Mountains, so Three Jade Beauties Showed Up with Rulers (Bonus Chapter for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)

Lin Feng lifted a single finger and brought it to the center of her forehead.

The touch was light, almost gentle, yet the moment his fingertip made contact, something unexpected happened... something neither Shen Yue nor her master had anticipated.

A strange, warm current bloomed beneath the point of contact, spreading outward like liquid light. Shen Yue’s eyes widened. Her breath caught.

"Ahhh..." Shen Yue’s eyes flew open in shock. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as if she could somehow take the sound back. She could not believe what she had just done.

It was the first time in her life she had ever moaned in pleasure and the sound had been so soft, so lewd, so unmistakably filled with real bliss that she almost refused to accept it had come from her own throat.

"Close your eyes and guard your Dao heart," Lin Feng said, his voice low and serious. "Don’t move."

The firmness of his tone snapped her back to herself. She nodded quickly, forced her eyes shut again, and tried to steady her breathing. Her chest rose and fell too quickly.

She could feel her pink nipples tightening further under the cool air, drawing into even harder, more sensitive peaks until they ached faintly with every small movement.

But the same thing happened almost immediately.

"Ahhh..."

"Ohhh..."

"Ugh..." The soft, helpless moans continued to spill from her lips no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. Each one grew a little thicker, a little more broken.

Waves of pleasure she had never experienced before rolled through her body, warm and overwhelming, spreading from the point where Lin Feng’s fingertip rested against her forehead.

The sensation sank deeper with every passing second, sliding down her spine, blooming across her chest, and pooling low in her belly.

Her pink nipples had gone rock-hard now, standing out sharply against the soft curves of her breasts. They throbbed with every pulse of that strange, liquid pleasure.

Lower still, her pussy had grown super wet and far wetter than before. Fresh love juices welled up and spilled freely from between her plump folds, soaking the soft sheets beneath her hips.

The slick heat between her thighs felt almost embarrassing in its intensity, as if her body had completely abandoned any attempt at restraint.

And the most unbelievable part of all was that this intense, unfamiliar bliss came from nothing more than Lin Feng’s single fingertip resting against her forehead.

On the side, Qin Yuan watched them in open shock. Her eyes were wide, lips slightly parted, as if she could not quite believe what she was seeing.

At first she had fully expected her disciple Shen Yue to endure the most unbearable pain in order to receive the healing she needed.

That was how these kinds of profound treatments usually went... suffering first, recovery later.

Yet now she saw her beautiful disciple lying completely bare on the bed, soft moans spilling from her lips one after another, her body trembling with unmistakable pleasure rather than agony.

She looked exactly like a woman in heat.

Can a man’s touch really have such a great effect on a woman? Qin Yuan wondered, her thoughts swirling. Or is it only because it is the Medicine King Lin Feng who is doing it?

She could not find an answer. One should know that she herself had lived for thousands of years, and still no man had ever touched her... not even once. She had never wished for a Dao companion.

All her attention, all her ambition, had always been fixed on training, on cultivation, on reaching the peak of the Grand Dao. Desire had never been allowed a place in her heart.

Yet watching Shen Yue now, hearing those helpless, lewd sounds, Qin Yuan felt a strange, unfamiliar stir of curiosity she quickly tried to suppress.

"Ahhh..."

"Ohhh..." Shen Yue’s soft, continuous moans filled the quiet room. Each one seemed warmer, more broken than the last.

The temperature in the chamber rose steadily, as if the sheer intensity of the pleasure pouring through the younger woman’s body had begun to affect the air itself.

A faint, sweet scent of arousal drifted through the space, mixed with the residual fragrance of medicinal herbs. Qin Yuan’s cheeks felt warmer than they should have.

She shifted her weight slightly, folding her arms tighter across her chest, and forced her gaze to remain steady even as her disciple’s body continued to react so openly under Lin Feng’s single fingertip.

What everyone outside the courtyard knew was that Shen Yue’s occasional moans could be heard clearly through the walls.

The sounds carried surprisingly far, echoing through the quiet surroundings of Spirit Spring Academy. Before long, people throughout the academy began looking at one another with puzzled expressions.

"What exactly is happening inside Medicine King Lin Feng’s courtyard?"

"Isn’t it obvious? He’s treating a patient."

"Treating a patient?" another man asked skeptically. "That doesn’t exactly sound like the kind of treatment I’ve heard of before."

"What are you implying?" The man lowered his voice.

"Those sounds don’t exactly make it seem like he’s healing someone. It sounds more like he’s... enjoying himself with a woman."

"Bah! You and your dirty mind!"

Another cultivator immediately rejected the accusation.

"Medicine King Lin Feng isn’t that kind of person. His reputation is practically spotless. Do you really think someone of his status would take advantage of one of his patients?"

"But the sounds..."

"Stop listening so carefully, then!"

The surrounding cultivators burst into laughter. Soon, more people joined the discussion, and speculation spread throughout the academy.

Some believed Lin Feng was performing some strange and unheard-of medical technique. Others were convinced that something far more scandalous was happening inside the courtyard.

A few even began making increasingly ridiculous guesses about the mysterious patient who had entered earlier. Yet no matter how much they speculated, none of them could possibly know the truth.

Only three people inside the courtyard knew exactly what was happening.

Lin Feng.

Shen Yue.

And her master, Qin Yuan.

Everyone else could only listen to the occasional sounds coming from the courtyard and let their imaginations run wild.