Chapter 78: Set Out

The caravan slowly rolled out of the city gate, it wheels creaking under the weight of the goods it carried.

A line of wagons can be seen stretched along the dusty road, guarded by lightly armored men.

Inside one of the sturdier carriages near the front, Li Feng reclined comfortably on a cushioned seat, legs crossed, while he faint sway of the wheels rocking him in a relaxed rhythm.

Across from him sat Fen Ziyan, poised as always with her back straight, chin slightly lifted, and her arms crossed elegantly below her breasts.

Li Feng, of course, found those prominently propped-up breasts irresistible and keep staring at it.

"Senior Sister," he said smoothly, voice low and amused, "don’t you think it’s a bit dangerous for a man and a woman to share such a small carriage? Accidents can happen, you know."

Fen Ziyan’s head tilted faintly. "Accidents?"

Li Feng smiled, leaning forward a little. "Yes. For example, if the carriage suddenly jolts, and I... accidentally fall onto you."

Hearing this, Fen Ziyan gave him a weird smile. "Fall? A body-tempering cultivator usually has perfect control over his body."

Li Feng just sighed dramatically. "But when I’m with you, my body always lose control...."

Just as he finished his words, the carriage gave a small bump, sending Li Feng gently tumbling into Fen Ziyan’s embrace.

"Oh, thank you, Senior Sister," he said gratefully, his face buried in her soft chest.

Fen Ziyan didn’t resist and she simply smiled at Li Feng shamelessness, then her expression changed as if she suddenly remembered something.

She grabbed Li Feng’s cheek, her tone low and tinged with restrained jealousy.

"Junior Brother... I saw you staring at that merchant’s wife’s chest. Do you think mine is inferior?"

Hearing this, Li Feng looked up and saw her pouting.

And he chuckled inwardly as Fen Ziyan’s jealous side was unexpectedly adorable.

Shifting his body slightly, he sat beside her—so close that he could feel the softness of her body and the warmth radiating from her skin.

"Of course not~" he said lightly. "I was just comparing a little... since my Senior Sister’s breasts are clearly superior, I just wanted to see just how much better they are than others."

Li Feng casually mixed truth and lies together as he fed Fen Ziyan a string of sweet words.

Yet Fen Ziyan only smiled proudly, her chest subtly puffing up a little more with every compliment.

’So easy’

Li Feng mused inwardly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Seeing her pleased expression, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself—and his gaze inevitably drifted back to those generous breasts of hers, a sight he could never seem to get tire of.

Slowly, he wrapped his arm around her waist.

Fen Ziyan, feeling the roughness of his palm against her delicate waist, didn’t even flinch.

Instead, she turned her head toward him with a faintly seductive smile.

"So? What do you think? Aren’t mine much better?"

Li Feng nodded obediently. "Yes, yes, Senior Sister’s are definitely superior. But... I might need to inspect them a little closer for a more accurate judgment."

His hand, which had been caressing her waist, slowly slid upward—cupping and carrying her breast from below as though he were trying to measure their weight.

Li Feng couldn’t help but let out a satisfied smile.

The pair in his hand was truly exquisite—full, heavy, and soft enough that every cupping seemed to spill through his fingers like warm silk.

He continued to weigh them lightly in his palms, and pressing his fingers gently into the supple flesh as though he were truly appraising their quality.

Fen Ziyan’s breathing grew faintly uneven, a hint of warmth coloring her cheeks as her body began to respond to his touch.

Seeing her like this, looking so delicious,

Li Feng couldn’t help but bring his lips to her soft cheek and give it a smooch.

"A-Ah..."

Fen Ziyan blushed at the sudden kiss, but she didn’t shy away and even seemed to want more, as she slightly tilted her head to expose her delicate neck and leaned her cheek closer toward his direction.

’So cute,’ Li Feng smiled and gave her a few more smooches on the cheek as his hand started grasping her breast through the cloth roughly.

Fen Ziyan’s crimson eyes turned dazed and misty, feeling Li Feng’s warmth and attention.

Even after seeing no resistance from Fen Ziyan, Li Feng didn’t push her down or go all the way.

He knew that the place and time weren’t suitable since they were technically on a quest.

Li Feng really didn’t want to rush out naked or his little brother still hard if something urgent really happened, so this was the best he could do to pass the time, by playing with his naive senior sister’s voluptuous body.

In the small carriage, the soft, drunken sounds of her gasps continued to echo as the wheels rolled steadily along the road.

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After a long while, as the sun began to set,

The caravan suddenly stopped.

Fen Ziyan, her face still slightly flushed as if she were drunk, began blinking her misty eyes.

The sudden halt of the carriage caused clarity to slowly return back to her usually proud eye as she noticed the fading light spilling through the silk curtains.

Her breathing steadied, though a faint flush still lingered on her cheeks.

Outside, the muffled calls of the guards broke the silence.

"The sun’s setting! We will set a camp here for the night!"

Li Feng, who had been stuck next to her like a leech, finally withdrew his hand and leaned back, stretching lazily as if nothing had happened.

A small, knowing smile played on his lips.

"Seems like we’ve reached our first stop," he said lightly. "What a pity. I was enjoying the scenery inside."

Fen Ziyan’s body shivered a bit, still trembling from all the teasing.

"Enough nonsense... we should hurry up and head outside too," she said, blushing as she hurriedly tugged one of her exposed, spilling bare breast back into her robe.

Li Feng chuckled and brushed a speck of dust from his sleeve before stepping out of the carriage first.

The evening breeze greeted him, cool and scented with grass and wood.

Goldie, who been silently following him by the carriage, stood steady next to the door.

Li Feng smiled, seeing that his trusty Goldie always had his back while he was busy with his ’sweet time’.

He turned his head to watch the busy members of the Silk Caravan.

The guards were already forming a loose perimeter while Chief Zhou continue shouted a few orders.

He could also see Madam Yan standing beside her husband, observing the guards, and her gaze drifting briefly toward Li Feng.

Zhou Wenhai, however, was busy trying to sneak another glance at Fen Ziyan through the carriage curtains.

Li Feng noticed both and smirked faintly to himself.

’What a lively little troupe.’

Just as he was about to head toward Chief Zhou, a sharp noise cut through the air—the faint crack of a branch, followed by hurried footsteps from the forest edge.

The guards turned their head instantly, many of them already drawing their blades.

And Li Feng’s eyes narrowed, the lazy expression gone in an instant.

The shadows between the trees stirred again, this time closer, a faint glint of metal flashing under the sunset

Fen Ziyan, sensing the tense atmosphere outside, lifted the carriage curtain and peeked out, her clothing already returned to its proper form.

Her voice was cool but alert.

"Bandits? So soon?" She hadn’t expected to encounter them on just the first day of traveling.

Li Feng smiled, his tone soft yet edged with anticipation.

"Maybe. Let me handle this, Senior Sister. Something like this doesn’t need you to act."

He cracked his knuckles once, the sound crisp in the quiet air, unable to hide his eagerness as Li Feng had been waiting for a chance like this to test his strength for a long while.

Seeing the anticipation on Li Feng’s face, Fen Ziyan softly nodded and returned to the carriage, closing the curtain.

Even though her clothing had been restored to normal, the heat still lingering in her body and heart made her want to calm down a bit more.

Soon,

Figures began to emerge from between the tree —rough men in tattered armor, and faces half-covered with cloth.

Their eyes gleamed with greed as they spotted the richly decorated carriages.

The leader, a scarred brute wielding a curved saber, grinned.

"Heh. Didn’t expect such fine prey tonight."

He then waved his blade forward. "Kill the man. Leave the women alive!"

At his signal, a dozen figures surged from the shadows behind him, rushing toward the caravan.

Seeing so many test subject, Li Feng smiled.

Just as he was about to make a move, the captain of the guards shouted out a sharp order.

"Form up! Protect the caravan!"

The guards surged forward, blades flashing as they met the oncoming bandits head-on.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The clash of steel rang through the air, sparks scattering like fireflies.

Li Feng stopped mid-step, watching the guards fight with bravery.

Then he frowned a bit, sensing something in the distance.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle cut through the chaos.

A streak of cold light shot from the darkness—an arrow, silent but deadly, aimed straight for the captain’s throat.

The man’s eyes widened.

His spiritual sense screamed danger, but his body refused to move in time.

Whssht!

Just then, a hand appeared before him and grasped the arrow, which was just a breath away from his neck.

Li Feng stood a few steps next to the guard captain, his expression calm, while his two fingers pinching the arrow’s shaft in midair.

The force behind the shot actually rippled through the air, showcasing the power of the arrow, yet his stance didn’t even waver after he block it.

For a brief moment, everyone fell silent.

The guards and bandits both froze, stunned by the sight.

Li Feng then lowered the arrow, and glance at its black tip.

"Poison huh." he murmured, with a faint smile tugging at his lips. "How thoughtful."