Chapter 5: Visitors from Afar

White Deer Academy, the oldest academy on the Martial Continent, is located in the northern suburbs of the capital of the Nine Provinces Kingdom. The entire Tian Shan mountain range is under its jurisdiction. The academy teaches both literature and martial arts. Over the centuries, it has produced nine Martial Venerables, dozens of Martial Grandmasters, and countless literary giants.

On the continent, any sect with any strength will send its promising disciples to the academy, sparing no expense. This is because, in terms of foundation, White Deer Academy considers itself second to none; no other sect or power dares to claim first. Even the royal family of the Nine Continents Kingdom, which has ruled over the nine continents for over three hundred years, dares not compare its foundation to White Deer Academy.

Bailu Academy enjoys a superior status and a far-reaching reputation. In recent years, more and more nobles from the Western Continent have traveled thousands of miles to the East to study at the academy.

Wenren Wan had been studying at Bailu Academy for two years, but this was the first time she had brought her classmates to visit Penglai Palace, and more than half of them were from the Western Continent.

Penglai Palace welcomed its guests at the Biqing Pond in the West Garden. The flower beds, flower terraces, flower borders, and flower clusters in the garden were arranged in a rich and colorful manner, while the pavilions, corridors, rocks, and ponds were serene and picturesque. A variety of exquisite and delicious snacks were also served, which drew continuous praise from everyone.

When Xing'er brought Lin Zixuan to the garden, Lin Zixuan saw a group of men and women surrounded by stunningly beautiful women.

She was an unparalleled beauty with skin as smooth and delicate as jade, and a rosy glow. Her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her starry eyes held a hint of reproach, her teeth were white and her lips were red, and her posture was elegant and relaxed. When she spoke, her voice was like the first warbling of a nightingale.

But Wenren Wan had abandoned her usual demure palace attire, donning instead a peculiar and daring Western outfit. She wore a high-quality, tight-fitting black leather top, which accentuated her full, rounded breasts. Over this, she wore a short, long-sleeved jacket. A striking and unique belt cinched her waist, below which was a dark skirt that barely reached her thighs. On her feet were knee-high suede boots, with thin, dark brown stockings extending from them, tightly hugging her long, slender legs. Between the skirt and stockings, a small section of her fair, soft thigh was visible, a truly eye-opening sight.

Lin Zixuan was speechless. No wonder Xing'er said he would be shocked when he saw it; Wenren Wan's outfit was far too daring compared to her previous attire. Looking at her firm breasts and fair thighs, wasn't she just giving those men a free feast for their eyes?

However, when Lin Zixuan saw the seven or eight blonde, blue-eyed women, he immediately changed his mind. These Western women were dressed ten times more daringly than Wenren Wan; at least half of their breasts were exposed, and their legs were clad only in short or long boots, their bare white thighs almost dazzling.

Lin Zixuan preferred Wenren Wan's attire, which possessed a unique exotic charm that attracted him more. Of course, Wenren Wan herself possessed unparalleled beauty; only Qin Yuning on the entire Penglai Island could rival her. No matter what she wore, everyone else would pale in comparison.

Upon Lin Zixuan's arrival, the dozen or so men and women present all turned their attention to him.

When Wenren Wan saw Lin Zixuan, her beautiful eyes lit up immediately. She waved to him and said, "Brother Xuan, come here quickly. Let me introduce you to my classmates."

After several months apart, Wenren Wan had become even more beautiful and charming. Her soft voice, like a gentle whisper, pierced straight into Lin Zixuan's heart.

Lin Zixuan strolled over, only to find that the seven or eight Western women, upon seeing this handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, were all extremely bold in asking Wenren Wan to introduce him to them. Even the other young women present, dressed in long skirts, though outwardly reserved, all lit up when their eyes fell on Lin Zixuan's face.

Clearly, Lin Zixuan inherited his handsome appearance from the Sword Maiden, leaving a deep impression on the women present. "Wan'er, could this young man be...?"

A young man who looked like a scholar, holding a white paper fan, came to Wenren Wan's side and asked in a friendly tone.

Lin Zixuan frowned almost imperceptibly, but Wenren Wan took a step forward without making a sound, smiled and took Lin Zixuan's arm, and introduced him to everyone in a leisurely and generous manner: "This is the young master of Penglai Palace, Lin Zixuan, whom I have mentioned to you. Brother Xuan, let me introduce my classmates to you."

Wenren Wan is as her name suggests. She is gentle and dignified, and speaks softly. She gives people the feeling of a big sister next door. She will not deliberately ignore anyone, nor will she be overly enthusiastic towards any one person. Being with her is like a breath of fresh air.

Wenren Wan introduced the young man to Lin Zixuan one by one. The scholarly-looking youth was Chen Wenbin, the young master of the Chen family of Dongshui Lake. The Chen family was the most prominent family in Dongshui Lake and had a great reputation on the continent. During the conversation, Chen Wenbin stayed close to Wenren Wan, seemingly captivated by her beauty and wanting to pursue her.

There were also twelve people present, five men and seven women, all from noble families of the Western Continent. They were very well-mannered, but their way of speaking was polite, direct, and bold, completely different from the reserved style of the mainland. Although Lin Zixuan had met people from the Western Continent before, he still found it very novel to communicate with them.

Among them, a man named Leon caught Lin Zixuan's attention. Leon appeared to be around twenty-five years old, with a towering, robust build, taller than everyone else present. He had shoulder-length blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a uniquely captivating aura. A huge silver sword lay casually on the railing as he nonchalantly savored the fine wine of Penglai Palace. When Lin Zixuan's eyes met his, he gave him a friendly smile.

In addition, there were four young ladies from prominent families who were on good terms with Wenren Wan, and three young men from well-to-do families. All of them were outstanding individuals, and Wenren Wan's friendship with them would be very beneficial to the future of Penglai Palace.

Upon hearing that Lin Zixuan was the son of the Sword Maiden and the young master of Penglai Palace, the atmosphere at the scene naturally became enthusiastic.

Finding a moment to speak, Lin Zixuan asked Wenren Wan, "Sister Wan'er, has Mother met your classmates yet?"

"I've met them. Madam received them personally and instructed me to treat them well. Tomorrow I'm taking them to the island for a visit; Brother Xuan, you should come along too."

Lin Zixuan nodded, "It's good that Sister Wan'er is back after so long." He paused, then asked, "I heard from Xing'er that one of your classmates brought a dragon?"

Wenren Wan looked to her side with a smile in her eyes, only to see Leon join in their conversation.

"My Dilo is a very rare two-headed dragon in the Western Continent. My servants are currently preparing it for a meal. If Brother Lin is interested, I can take you there."

Lin Zixuan immediately said politely, "In that case, thank you very much, Brother Leon."

Leon laughed heartily, "No need to be so polite, Brother Lin, please. Would Wan'er like to come along too?"

"Dilro often gives me a ride, so you guys go ahead, I'll stay here and take care of everyone," Wenren Wan said with a gentle smile.

The two bid farewell to the crowd and then left side by side.

"I noticed you speak with a Beijing accent, Brother Leon. How long have you been in my Nine Provinces Kingdom?"

Penglai Palace has set aside a large courtyard on the east side specifically for the two-headed dragon, and the two chatted as they walked.

"Five years ago, I and more than a hundred compatriots sailed across the vast ocean to come here. I still remember the shock I felt when I first saw the prosperous capital of the East. The prosperity of the Eastern continent is incomparable to that of my Western continent."

Lin Zixuan shook his head and said, "That's not how it works. Our Martial Extremity Continent is more prosperous than the Western Continent because it is blessed with abundant resources. But the Western Continent also has many things that are superior to ours. For example, your discipline called mathematics uses a unique set of numbers for calculations, which is far superior to the arithmetic that has been prevalent on our continent for thousands of years. There are also amazing disciplines such as geometry, physics, and chemistry, which are truly eye-opening. I think these things are very important, but unfortunately we have never realized it."

"I didn't expect Brother Lin to be so familiar with the disciplines of my Western Continent." Leon was very surprised.

"My Penglai Palace may not have much else, but it has a lot of books. When I was a child, I especially liked to look through strange and unusual things. I hope Brother Leon will forgive me for this."

"No, Brother Lin has a keen eye. Our Dean once said that Western disciplines have been introduced to the East for quite some time, but the East has never truly grasped their importance. He pointed out that if the East does not wake up in time, the development of the Western Continent will catch up with the East in less than a hundred years. This was said by our Dean, Mr. Bai Lu, himself. Brother Lin is so young yet has such extraordinary insight. No wonder he can win the heart of the renowned and talented woman, Sima, who is famous throughout the capital."

This time it was Lin Zixuan's turn to be surprised. "Brother Leon, do you know Jin'er?"

Leon burst into laughter: "Not just acquaintances, we're quite close. Miss Sima is the most famous talented woman in the capital, excelling in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and is also an absolute beauty. During the grand celebration in the palace this year, the Emperor invited her to the palace several times, but she politely declined each time. Even the Emperor was turned away! Ha! I was fortunate enough to enjoy the beautiful singing and dancing of the talented Miss Sima thanks to Wan'er. This is something many people dream of but can't have."

"I heard from Wan'er that Miss Sima will marry Brother Lin next year. Brother Lin is truly the envy of everyone to be able to marry such a talented woman as a goddess."

Lin Zixuan quickly adopted a humble attitude, but inwardly he couldn't help feeling proud.

Lei Ang probably didn't know that not only was he about to marry the stunningly beautiful Sima Jin'er, but he had also already become husband and wife with Wenren Wan, whose beauty and temperament were equally captivating. He alone possessed two breathtaking beauties; if word got out, it would likely incite countless men to madly envy him.

As they spoke, the two arrived outside the large courtyard that the palace had specially arranged for the two-headed dragon.

From afar, Lin Zixuan could already hear a heavy breathing sound, as if it were gushing out from the enormous chest of some creature. When Lin Zixuan stepped into the courtyard, the creature that had been focused on eating in the center of the courtyard suddenly seemed to have noticed something, its two huge eyes staring straight at him.

This was a colossal dragon over three zhang long, its entire body a dark blue-green, without a single scale. Its wings resembled a pair of enormous bat wings, thin and wide. Most striking were the two heads atop its long neck, one red and one blue. Even Lin Zixuan, who had personally experienced the might of a demonic dragon, felt considerable pressure when its four eyes stared intently at you. Without a doubt, this was an extremely powerful flying dragon.

"This is Dilo. We grew up together, and he's my best friend," Leon introduced to Lin Zixuan. "Hmm, that's strange. Dilo seems to have discovered something."

Dilo stared intently at Lin Zixuan, slowly approaching him, his two heads seemingly sniffing something in the air.

Its behavior made Lin Zixuan very wary: "Brother Leon, your dragon won't attack people, will it?"

"Don't worry, Brother Lin. Dilo grew up in human society and will never attack people without my command. Let me ask it what's going on." Leon walked over and gently stroked Dilo's red head.

Dilo suddenly stopped and let out a few low growls.

Lin Zixuan asked, "What's wrong?"

Leon's expression changed: "Brother Lin has an aura that makes Dilo feel threatened. It's faint, but it makes Dilo very uneasy."

Lin Zixuan was taken aback at first, but quickly realized that he must have been struck by the demonic dragon. Although he had bathed, a trace of the demonic dragon's aura still lingered on his body. Humans couldn't detect it, but Dilo, being a flying dragon, had extremely sensitive senses and could smell it.

Suddenly, Lin Zixuan realized that this was an opportunity.

He said solemnly, "Brother Leon, I have a favor to ask, and I hope you can grant it."

Leon straightened his expression and said, "Putting aside my relationship with Wan'er, although Brother Lin and I are meeting for the first time, we feel like old friends. I'm determined to be friends with Brother Lin. If there's anything you need from me, Brother Lin, please don't hesitate to ask."

Leon's straightforward answer greatly increased Lin Zixuan's goodwill towards him.

Lin Zixuan had initially paid attention to him because he knew that Leon was the most skilled martial artist among everyone present, and that facing him gave him a similar feeling to facing Lu Zhongming—his martial arts skills weren't much weaker than Lu Zhongming's. However, as they talked, Lin Zixuan discovered that Leon was quite eloquent, effortlessly discussing many strange and unusual things he'd never even heard of before; his vast knowledge was unbelievable. Such an outstanding person, making no attempt to hide his appreciation for him, pleased him greatly.

"In that case, I thank you in advance, Brother Leon. I would like to ask you to bring Dilo with me to a nearby island tomorrow."

If he could, Lin Zixuan would absolutely not want to set foot on Dragon Lake Peak again. The Demonic Dragon was too powerful; before he reached the Golden Core stage, encountering it would have meant certain death. However, the whereabouts of Lin Zixuan's father, Lin Tianhao, remained a mystery, a thorn in his side. He wanted to use Diluo's unimaginably keen sense of smell to find even the slightest clue.

Leon was very curious: "Is that island related to the lingering aura on Brother Lin?"

"That's right. However, I must remind Brother Leon that the island is very dangerous. If Dilo discovers anything unusual, we must retreat immediately."

Leon pondered for a moment and said, "There's something Brother Lin doesn't know. My Dilo isn't an ordinary dragon. It's the offspring of an ice dragon and a fire dragon, possessing both ice and fire powers within its body. Currently, it's the only two-headed dragon left in the entire Western Continent. Even among the powerful dragons of the West, the immature Dilo is someone no dragon dares to provoke. Historically, there was once a ferocious two-headed dragon that burned a small town to ruins in one night. No powerful being could do anything to it, and it escaped unscathed. So I'm very curious, what kind of creature could make Dilo feel uneasy?"

Possessing the power of ice and fire, Dilo appears to be far more powerful than Lin Zixuan had imagined. However, unfortunately, compared to the massive dragon body that spans over ten zhang, Dilo is not on the same level in terms of size or imposing presence. He would undoubtedly be defeated in a fight against the dragon, though he certainly has the strength to put up a fight.

"It's getting late. My mother has prepared a sumptuous dinner for everyone. Tonight, I'm going to drink with Brother Leon until we're both completely drunk."

Leon grinned: "That's exactly what I was thinking."

The banquet was held in the magnificent central hall, with fine wines and delicacies being served to each table in a continuous stream.

Sword Maiden Qin Yuning sat in the main seat, with Lin Zixuan and Wenren Wan sitting beside her. Below, two rows of low tables stood facing each other, with Leon and Chen Wenbin sitting at the head of the table. Their classmates from the Western Continent all sat in Leon's row, while the rest sat opposite him, creating a clear division between them.

After the performance by more than ten graceful dancers, everyone present expressed their heartfelt admiration. The atmosphere at the scene was harmonious and enthusiastic.

Chen Wenbin's gaze first swept over Wenren Wan, who was seated at the table. Her full, firm breasts and the glimpse of her fair thighs beneath her skirt ignited a burning desire in him. He then moved his attention to Qin Yuning, who was dressed in an elegant white dress. Her equally captivating face and figure made his already fiery lower abdomen burn even hotter.

"I have often heard my father say that the Sword Maiden of Penglai has an unparalleled beauty, and seeing you today, Palace Master, it is indeed so."

Qin Yuning smiled modestly: "Young Master Chen is too kind. I am but a plain-looking woman and do not deserve such praise. It is my Wan'er who deserves this compliment."

Chen Wenbin looked at the latter with burning eyes and said, "Wan'er has so kindly invited me to be her guest today. My father instructed me beforehand that I must not be impolite."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and immediately servants appeared outside the hall, carrying brocade boxes.

"Here is a rare luminous pearl, a small token of my appreciation. I hope Wan'er will not find it offensive."

Upon hearing this, the other young masters from prominent families sitting in the same row as him cursed inwardly. They all harbored feelings for Wenren Wan, and before coming here, they had all brought valuable gifts at their families' behest. But now, Chen Wenbin, in full view of everyone, flaunted the luminous pearl he had brought, a pearl worth far more than a thousand gold pieces, immediately stealing the show.

The servant placed a magnificent brocade box on Wenren Wan's table, opened it gently, and then withdrew.

Even under the bright light of the palace lanterns, the luminous pearl still gleamed with a captivating luster, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary object.

Lin Zixuan cursed inwardly as well. He had long suspected that Chen Wenbin had designs on Wenren Wan. Although the two hadn't publicly acknowledged their relationship, Wenren Wan was already Lin Zixuan's woman, and how could he tolerate another man having designs on his woman?

To think you could win Wenren Wan's heart with just a mere luminous pearl is simply a pipe dream.

As if sensing her son's thoughts, Qin Yuning smiled and said, "Since it is Young Master Chen's kind intention, I will accept it on behalf of Wan'er. In return, I will also present Young Master Chen with ten East Sea Source Pearls. Please do not refuse."

Before he could speak, Qin Yuning had already instructed her servants to present Chen Wenbin with a brocade box containing ten East Sea Pearls.

In terms of value, ten East Sea Source Pearls are more precious than this luminous pearl. On the surface, it is a matter of reciprocity, but in reality, Qin Yuning is telling Chen Wenbin through her actions that she rejects his pursuit of her Wenren Wan.

Chen Wenbin understood this as well, and was immediately speechless, feeling extremely frustrated.

Several young masters from prominent families secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Leon, sitting opposite him, shook his head and smiled, continuing to eat heartily while constantly drinking with Lin Zixuan.

Wenren Wan looked at them with great surprise, not understanding when the two of them had become so close.

By the time the banquet ended, Lin Zixuan was already quite drunk.

Wenren Wan was both angry and heartbroken, and helped him into her small building.

As soon as she entered the room and closed the door, Wenren Wan was tightly embraced from behind. Lin Zixuan had one arm around her waist and the other around her full breasts. At the same time, he buried his face in her neck, kissing her repeatedly.

Wenren Wan's body went limp from his touch. She was quickly infected by Lin Zixuan's passion, and the two stood behind the door, embracing tightly, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. "Sister Wan'er, I missed you so much..." "Mmm...Brother Xuan, I missed you too..."

After a passionate kiss, Lin Zixuan became more sober. He carried Wenren Wan to the bed and laid her down. Gazing at the beautiful Wenren Wan, Lin Zixuan was completely mesmerized.

Wenren Wan felt a tingling sensation under his intense gaze and asked, "Brother Xuan, do I look good dressed like this?"

"Beautiful, very beautiful," Lin Zixuan murmured. He had already taken off Wenren Wan's jacket and, through her black bodysuit, vigorously kneaded her two full breasts with both hands. Her two firm, round breasts were kneaded up and down, sometimes flat and sometimes round, by him.

"It's just that your skirt is too short, Wan'er, and your thighs are showing. The thought of those men being able to look at your legs so freely makes me really unhappy."

Wenren Wan blushed slightly: "I wore this for you, you know. If you don't like it, I can wear a longer skirt or stockings next time, so other stinky men won't see everything. What do you say?"

"No, I prefer Wan'er dressed like this. Let those men look if they want, consider it a bargain for them." Lin Zixuan took off Wenren Wan's boots and shamelessly caressed her shapely and slender legs.

Wenren Wan's legs felt tingly and numb from his touch: "Brother Xuan, shall we blow out the lamp? This is so embarrassing."

Lin Zixuan found it amusing; Wenren Wan dared to show her thighs, yet she was still so shy at heart.

The lights went out, and Lin Zixuan quickly removed his clothes. Wenren Wan, except for a pair of thin stockings, was also stripped naked by him. "Ah, Brother Xuan, you…how come you're so hard?"

Lin Zixuan pounced on Wenren Wan, his erect penis pressed tightly against her lower abdomen. The hot, hard sensation made Wenren Wan's heart pound.

"Sister Wan'er, I've missed you so much, can I come in now?" Lin Zixuan said dreamily, kissing Wenren Wan's pretty face. "Mmm, Brother Xuan, come in gently..."

With Wenren Wan's approval, Lin Zixuan could no longer restrain himself. In the darkness, he reached down and guided his hard penis to her wet opening, then thrust his hips forward.

"Mmm..." Wenren Wan let out a charming moan.

Perhaps because Wenren Wan was already moved, the process of entering was much smoother than ever before.

Lin Zixuan breathed heavily, feeling extremely comfortable. His lower body was tightly enveloped by soft, moist flesh, a sensation that was truly indescribable.

After a while, Lin Zixuan slowly started moving and began thrusting.

Wenren Wan tightly embraced Lin Zixuan's waist and back, moaning softly. Her soft breasts pressed against Lin Zixuan's chest, and whenever their bodies collided, a shameful "slap slap slap" sound would always be heard in the room.

After a long separation, and fueled by the alcohol, Lin Zixuan ejaculated faster than ever before.

Wenren Wan's feelings were gradually intensifying when suddenly the little man on her body trembled violently, and a warm current gushed out of her body. She immediately knew that Lin Zixuan had ejaculated.

Lin Zixuan reached the peak of his passion, then collapsed softly onto Wenren Wan's body, falling asleep from exhaustion.

Wenren Wan carefully laid him down, gently pulled the blanket over him, and couldn't help but kiss him a few times on the face before leaning on his shoulder to fall asleep.