Hunting milfs in cultivation world

The moon hung high above the sect grounds, shrouded behind thin wisps of drifting cloud, casting a silvery glow upon the rooftops of the disciple quarters. A cool breeze whispered across the tiles, rustling leaves and carrying with it the faint scent of blooming night orchids. The sect was silent at this hour, save for the distant echo of night watch disciples patrolling the outer walls, their steps muffled by the mist that crept across the mountain paths.

On one of the rooftops, a slender figure crouched in the shadows. It was Li Yao. Her eyes were sharp beneath the veil covering her face, her breath calm yet deliberate. She had just received word from her master—a quiet, cold voice transmitted directly to her spiritual sea. The voice brought her hesitation to a halt.

Hearing the voice, Li Yao gave a subtle nod. A moment of uncertainty flickered in her eyes but was quickly buried beneath a growing determination. Her master's words bolstered her confidence, restoring the resolve she had nearly lost.

Silently, she shifted her body and moved across the sloped tiles, reaching a specific location just above a secluded room. The room belonged to Meng Hao.

She knelt down and carefully slid aside a loose wooden plank nestled among the tiles. Beneath it was a small, concealed glass pane, meant to let in natural light—but now it served a different purpose. Reaching into her robes, Li Yao produced a small, sealed glass vial. The liquid inside shimmered faintly under the moonlight, its surface swirling unnaturally as though alive.

With great caution, she unsealed the vial. The moment the cork came off, the liquid reacted with the open air, instantly beginning to vaporize. Thin streams of near-invisible mist rose like curling smoke, dancing in the moonlight before drifting downward through the gap in the glass.

Li Yao tilted the vial, allowing the remaining liquid to trickle out completely. The last few drops vanished into vapor, slipping silently into the room below.

She watched with narrowed eyes for a moment, ensuring everything had gone as planned. Once satisfied, she replaced the wooden plank, sealing the hidden opening as if nothing had ever been touched. Then, without a sound, she retreated into the shadows, disappearing once more into the night.

Below, inside the quiet room, Meng Hao sat cross-legged in the center of a simple cultivation chamber. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was even. His qi circulated calmly within his body, following the meridians as he cultivated silently under the pale moonlight filtering through the wooden lattice window.

The room itself was sparse—a single bed, a table with a jade lamp, a meditation mat, and a few scrolls neatly arranged to one side. A faint incense lingered in the air, leftover from a recent meditation.

Suddenly, a crisp chime echoed inside Meng Hao's mind, disrupting the stillness.

[Ding! It has been detected that a harmful gas has entered the host's vicinity. The System's Protection Protocol has been activated. Host is now shielded from airborne toxins.]

His eyes snapped open immediately, a flicker of confusion flashing across his face. He glanced around the room, but saw nothing unusual. No sound, no movement—only silence.

"Poisonous gas?" he thought, his mind now fully alert. His senses stretched outward, but found no source for the disturbance. "Who would try to attack me like this… silently? Someone wants to kill me without drawing attention?"

His expression darkened. A chill settled over his heart as a cold light flickered in his eyes. He rose slowly but deliberately from his meditation mat, his fingers tightening slightly as spiritual energy quietly surged beneath his skin.

But then—the wooden door to the room creaked open.

He froze for an instant, then reacted swiftly. In one smooth motion, he moved to the bed, laying himself down and feigning unconsciousness, his chest rising and falling slowly to mimic sleep. His spiritual sense remained fully active, watching for any sign of threat. His plan was clear: draw the attacker in, then strike by surprise.

The door opened further. A soft voice echoed into the room.

"Junior Brother… are you here?" came a familiar voice—Li Yao's.

Meng Hao's heart stirred with disbelief. That voice—gentle, hesitant—was not what he had expected. His brows twitched ever so slightly as his sharp mind began to piece things together.

Li Yao stepped into the room, her robes whispering softly against the wooden floor. Her eyes darted toward the bed where he lay motionless. Behind her calm gaze, her master's voice whispered in her mind once more: "It seems he was asleep when the mist entered. But don't worry, the liquid should have worked by now."

Relief bloomed across Li Yao's face, subtle but clear. She moved toward Meng Hao with light steps, stopping at the edge of the bed. Her hand reached out and gently touched his back.

She sighed. "Junior Brother, I'm sorry… I hope you can forgive me."

Her voice trembled slightly. She looked at him with eyes filled with complicated emotions—guilt, desperation, obsession.

"But there was no other way left for me… truly, I didn't want to do this to you… but you fell into the trap of that vixen, our master…"

Her hand clenched slightly at the back of his robe.

"I… I can't let her take you away from me. No… no one can have you but me."

Her voice was barely more than a whisper now, her breath falling warm and shallow.

"Tonight, you will be mine… not just in body, but in soul as well."

Meng Hao remained still, but his mind was razor sharp.

"So it was her," he thought coldly. "This foolish girl… she's the one who released the gas. And for what? To take advantage of me in my sleep?"

His spiritual sense surged in silence, and within his heart, a storm brewed.

So, she wants to take advantage of my while i am asleep, well, it's a good idea

Li Yao had already took off her clothes her figure now naked with a serene and hot body which stood behind meng hao

Li Yao removed the blanket in which meng hao was sleeping and told him that junior brother come in wake up....she knew meng hao was not sleeping and told him—come on... Junior brother and told him to not control his hidden desires anymore and told him to become one with her tonight both from body and soul....

After saying those words Li Yao licked her lips and got onto the bed meng hao was sleeping on..