Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

As the sound of clothes tearing filled the room, Zhao Xiaorou’s perfect body was laid bare before Zhou Lang. Under the dim light, her fair, delicate skin appeared even more alluring. Although Zhou Lang had just seen her flawless figure in the bath, seeing it again filled him with a renewed sense of mystery and excitement.

“Brother Lang, you’re so aggressive—it’s kind of scary!”

Zhao Xiaorou said, looking at him with a pitiful expression as he was about to tear off her underwear.

“Now do you believe in my abilities? I’m a real man, and going 300 rounds with you in bed is no problem at all,” Zhou Lang said with a grin, pausing his actions to look at her.

“Be gentle… This is my first time, and I won’t be able to handle it if you’re too rough,” Zhao Xiaorou admitted, recalling scenes from stories she had read. Many books described how a woman’s first time could be painful if the man wasn’t careful.

“Xiaorou, it seems like you’re a bit nervous. How about we just talk for a bit?”

Zhou Lang suggested, his earlier teasing now out of the way.

“Okay,” Zhao Xiaorou sighed quietly in relief.

They lay down together on the bed, holding each other as they rested. Though they were still close, the atmosphere had shifted slightly, and different thoughts ran through both of their minds.

“Xiaorou, to be honest, I was just trying to scare you earlier. I’m not that rough,” Zhou Lang explained, his voice soft.

“Do you not want me to be your woman? Is that why you were trying to frighten me?”

Zhao Xiaorou asked after a moment’s thought, sensing something off about Zhou Lang’s behavior.

She had known him for a while and didn’t believe he was a rough person. Tearing clothes during their first time together seemed a bit strange, although she understood that once a couple grew comfortable with each other, such acts could add excitement to their intimacy. But for the first time, it felt odd.

“Of course I want you to be my woman. Just take a look at my reaction and you’ll know,” Zhou Lang said, guiding Zhao Xiaorou’s soft hand to a firm part of his body.

“What’s going on, then?”

Zhao Xiaorou asked, now even more confused. Given his strong reaction, it didn’t seem like Zhou Lang was unwilling, but she couldn’t figure out why he had hesitated.

“I’m a cultivator, and the Shangguan family also has cultivators. I don’t know the extent of their power, so I have to improve my abilities as quickly as possible. The problem is that my cultivation method is special—I can’t engage in physical intimacy with just anyone, or it will create significant obstacles for my future training. It’s not that I can’t ever be with a woman; I just need to reach the Golden Core stage first. After that, there won’t be any restrictions.”

Zhou Lang explained everything thoroughly.

“So… you’re like me—you’re still a virgin?”

Zhao Xiaorou was first surprised, then burst into laughter, all her earlier worries vanishing.

In modern times, fewer men fixated on virginity, but if a woman gave her first time to her man, it was still a meaningful gesture. Women often had similar thoughts—they hoped the man they loved would share this special moment with them.

“…For now, yes,” Zhou Lang nodded. He had dual cultivated with Xiao Xi before, so technically, he wasn’t a virgin. But since Xiao Xi was a spirit and not a woman in the traditional sense, he could still claim to be one.

“Brother Lang, you could have just told me. I’m willing to wait until you break through, and then I’ll become your woman,” Zhao Xiaorou said, playfully squeezing Zhou Lang’s firm body as she teased him.

“To deal with the Shangguan family and protect me, you have to hold back. I can wait. After all, I’m destined to be your woman.”

“If you keep teasing me like that, I won’t be able to hold back, and I might just take you right now,” Zhou Lang warned. Lying next to the nearly naked, incredibly sexy Zhao Xiaorou, he was already on the verge of losing control. If she continued, even his immense willpower might not be enough to resist his desires.

“Brother Lang, maybe I should go back to my room before you lose control and things get out of hand,” Zhao Xiaorou said, trying to get up.

“Don’t be in such a rush,” Zhou Lang said as he suddenly pulled Zhao Xiaorou back down, pressing her beneath him.

“Brother Lang, didn’t you say you can’t engage in physical intimacy right now? What are you doing?”

Zhao Xiaorou exclaimed, feeling the pressure of his body against hers. If they stayed together, she feared that she might not be able to resist either, and they’d end up making a mistake that could hinder his future cultivation.

After all, she had staked everything on Zhou Lang. If he couldn’t improve his cultivation quickly enough to face the powerful experts that the Shangguan family might send, she could be captured and forced to marry Shangguan Yu, a man she despised.

“I know another technique. If you learn it, not only will we be able to be together physically, but it will also enhance both of our cultivation,” Zhou Lang whispered in her ear.

“Is that true?”

Zhao Xiaorou asked excitedly. Zhou Lang’s teasing had already awakened a deep desire in her heart. She had tried to remain rational, but the thought of going back to her room had required tremendous willpower. Deep down, she wanted to be Zhou Lang’s woman.

“Would I joke about something like this?”

Zhou Lang replied.

“Then teach me quickly,” Zhao Xiaorou said eagerly.

That night, neither Zhou Lang nor Zhao Xiaorou got much sleep. Sitting on the bed, Zhou Lang began teaching Zhao Xiaorou the art of dual cultivation.

For Zhou Lang, the technique was simple, but for Zhao Xiaorou, it was different. Her foundation was weak, with almost no internal energy, and the concepts of meridians and acupoints were foreign to her. Zhou Lang patiently explained everything step by step.

Though it wasn’t something Zhao Xiaorou could master in just one night, her dedication made it clear that, in time, she would. Eventually, Zhou Lang would push her down—but only when the time was right.

…

Meanwhile, after leaving the Ye family’s villa, Yamamoto Hiroshi, a psychic from Japan, made a phone call. Contrary to Zhou Lang’s expectations, he didn’t head straight to the airport. Instead, he instructed his driver to head to the provincial capital.

His driver, Sato, was a stocky young Japanese man in his early twenties.

“Sato, drive to Languiyuan as quickly as possible. I must meet the master,” Yamamoto Hiroshi said in Japanese, his voice tense with anxiety. Something had felt wrong after leaving the Ye family’s villa, and he feared that if he didn’t reach Languiyuan soon, he might meet his end.

“Yes, Yamamoto-san,” Sato replied, stepping on the gas and speeding toward the provincial capital.