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At this moment, the woman who was once perceived as intellectual and dignified was now nothing more than a lewd and extremely vulgar woman indulging in lust.

Faith looked at Canaan, who was almost forty years old. Could he still be a virgin?

She guessed right; it really was true.

Canaan, who had never seen such a scene before, was like a child who had heard a lot from others and thought he was fully prepared, but was stunned by the strong impact of seeing it in person for the first time.

On the other side, after having been oral sex for a while, Falek raised her head and looked intently at Ronan, her eyes saying that she wanted it.

Ronan slapped Falek's thigh hard, sending up a wave of flesh.

Chapter 780 Waves, Changes, Kind of Cute

Falek braced himself against the pool wall with his back to Ronan.

Ronan aimed at Falek.

Canaan watched from the side. Even compared to Falek's enormous buttocks, Ronan's thing still looked so thick and long, it was simply frightening.

Ronan gripped Falek's soft, fleshy waist with both hands and began to thrust powerfully and rhythmically. Each thrust was a full penetration, withdrawing until only half the head remained inside. With each insertion, the labia concave, and with each withdrawal, the labia turned outwards. Each thrust deflected the water, the impact causing her plump, massive buttocks to ripple, and her enormous breasts to jiggle violently.

Falek gritted his teeth and kept groaning with pleasure through his nose.

Whether it's conducting research or performing surgery, these are things that keep you on edge and build up stress. Only when Ronan's hard object penetrates you, the folds in your cavity seem to be smoothed out, reaching the deepest part, causing both pain and pleasure, making your body feel like a lewd person, and your consciousness completely confused, can all that negative stress be swept away.

Then, Falek began to shake his hips, as if urging Ronan to go faster and harder with his body.

Ronan reached out and pinched her breast hard. "Queen Mother? You're such a bitch."

"Ugh... Ronan, don't... don't say that to me," Falek groaned in response.

Ronan suddenly stopped what he was doing. "Look at your lewd behavior. You're scaring people."

“No, I…” Falek tried to argue.

"Hmm? You don't want it anymore, right?" Ronan simply pulled it out.

Falek arched his back, allowing Ronan's massive member to re-enter his body, his legs straining to prevent it from leaving again.

"Heh, you're shy on the outside, but you're squeezing even tighter," Ronan said, thrusting forward suddenly.

Falek was jolted forward by the penetration, letting out a loud cry, "Ugh!"

Beside her, Faith remained aloof, glancing sideways at Canaan and saying, "Don't take it seriously, it's just their little flirtation. Ronan is actually quite gentle."

"Fiss!" Falek called out, somewhat annoyed.

But she didn't get that chance right away, because the word "gentle" was extremely provocative, and Ronan began a ferocious assault.

After a series of violent thrusts, Ronan seemed unsatisfied. He flipped Falek over to face him, grabbed her plump, black-stockinged legs, and pulled her into the water, beginning a new round of intense thrusting.

Instantly, Falek sank into the water, unable to breathe, yet being violently penetrated. The suffocating sensation, coupled with the pleasure in his lower body, made him feel like he was about to die.

With great effort, Falek managed to get out of the pool, then clung tightly to Ronan, his arms and legs wrapped around him.

Ronan, standing in the pool, began to thrust upwards, and Falek's entire body trembled up and down in response.

Her fleshy, black-stockinged legs, soaked in water, were incredibly slippery. They were so tight that she couldn't hold them firmly, so she had to keep squeezing them together, creating a strange sensation. Her large breasts were pressed tightly against Ronan's chest, the flesh of her breasts being squeezed outwards, constantly massaging Ronan's pectoral muscles.

After being tormented for a while, Falek was put down. Just as she was about to catch her breath, Ronan twisted her arm around his neck and said, "You dare to talk back today." As he spoke, he aimed at her anus.

The crotch of the black pantyhose wasn't very large, only revealing the vulva, while the back was still covered. Ronan inserted himself directly into the pantyhose, right through the crotch.

"Oh oh oh ah!" Falek immediately let out a rather shrill scream.

On the other side, Canaan was so frightened that he couldn't close his mouth.

Faith reassured her again, "Don't worry, with the mage's protective membrane, plus the fact that she's already been developed and is in the water, she'll be fine."

“But his thing is so big.” Canaan still had some objections.

Faith remained calm. "You'll know once you try it. It's actually quite strange. Don't be fooled by how pitiful she is; she's actually quite happy."

“I will absolutely not try,” Canaan stated firmly.

“By the way, aren’t you going to change your clothes?” Faith asked again.

"Change into stockings?" Canaan asked, having learned quite a bit from her godmother, Dinia.

“Panty stockings, dark-colored, thicker, and tighter,” Faith suggested.

Canaan, no longer paying attention to the frightening images and sounds, asked, "What's the logic behind this?"

Faith explained, "You look like someone who sits for long periods and doesn't exercise. Although as a magician your figure is relatively stable, plus you have a good foundation, straight legs, good proportions between your thighs and calves, and no excess fat on your waist, your thighs are quite thick. Thickness isn't the problem; he quite likes that. The problem is that your buttocks are a bit saggy, which isn't pretty. Wearing thicker pantyhose can lift your buttocks. Try to work out sometime in the future."

Falek's voice came through, "Faith, it's your turn."

"Huh? He hasn't ejaculated yet," Faith said, surprised.

Farek was still panting heavily, a smug look on his face. "Heh, Master Luo is going to teach you a lesson for stirring things up on the sidelines."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ronan picked up Faith, carried her to the shore and put her down. Then he grabbed her ankles, which were covered by stockings, and lifted her upside down, starting to drive her down as he did so.

The posture and movements made it seem as if he wanted to split Faith's hips apart.

While catching his breath, Falek said to Canaan, "Don't listen to her. She's just a puppet. What does she know? Ronan likes unique charm. It's no fun if you're the same as everyone else. A homebody like you with sagging buttocks, not the flat and withered kind, is actually a kind of characteristic."

"Really?" Canaan asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Of course,” Falek answered earnestly.

Canaan looked at Falek, who had become intellectual again, and said, "You are nothing like you were just now."

“Sometimes people just have to act unlike themselves, unlike their usual selves, to release certain things. This doesn’t affect how they are normally,” Falek said with a smile.

“I’m still a little worried,” Canaan said.

Falek moved closer. "What's there to worry about? You know Alice well, right? Look at her, so thin and small, is there a problem?"

"Oh," Canaan replied, then got up and left.

After a long while, Ronan, having ejaculated inside Faith, walked towards Falek with his still throbbing member oozing semen. "Where is she?"

“Maybe some people are still scared and won’t come,” Falek replied.

Canaan has been gone for a long time; if it were just a matter of changing clothes, it would have been done long ago.

"Oh." Ronan simply replied with an "oh," without any disappointment. He preferred the Canaan he knew as a child, the one who liked to talk back to him, to the one he knew now.

Just as Falek was about to go over and make Ronan hard, Canaan arrived.

She was wearing super thick winter tights and holding a jar of ointment in her hand; it turned out she had gone to find the ointment.

"Aren't you afraid of the heat?" Ronan asked.

“It’s not hot in the water,” Canaan replied.

Ronan then pointed to the ointment, "I won't touch your back."

"Use it in the front, you're too big, I'm afraid it will hurt," Canaan said in a low voice.

Suddenly, Ronan found her quite endearing.

Chapter 781 Familiar Faces, They're Late, But It Doesn't Matter Anymore

Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and it was mid-October 1610. Autumn had arrived, the last heat had subsided, and the weather began to cool down a little. But it was only a little bit. After all, this was Guangdong, which was the opposite of the capital of the Kingdom of Fas, where it was never too hot. Here, it was never too cold, and even at its coldest, it was usually above ten degrees Celsius.

At this moment, in a small house located in an area with many small businesses, a simply dressed man is secretly meeting with three people.

Two of them, like Ronan, were Westerners.

Ronan had met both of them.

One of them was a former member of the Purple Robe Organization, nicknamed "Poison Sword" Cassel. He was already at the fourth rank when he was in the New World, and many years later, he is now at the fifth rank.

Like Ronan, he is a manifestation of destiny, except that the sword is not a manifestation but a magical tool, while "poison" is his manifestation.

The fifth rank is a hurdle that is not easily overcome, regardless of the type of cultivation method. His magic power limit is still a little short of the sixth rank.

Originally, he was the second uncle of Ambrina, Sartre. Now, the man known as the Tranquil Taoist, Sartre's other two confidants, "Unquenchable Fire" died on the way east, and "Gambler" died while trying to save him. Sartre himself was also seriously injured that time, and it was Rabelais's master who saved him.

Another Western face is Ronan's old acquaintance, Heath. Actually, Ronan doesn't know him well, but Heath knows Ronan very well. He escaped France because of Ronan, and later escaped Vena because of Ronan. He left the Empire for Rus' because of Ronan. In Rus', he ran away again after meeting his blood father, Ussel, and came to Seres, which in a sense was also because of Ronan.

Ronan had almost forgotten his name, but in his heart, Ronan was his lifelong enemy.

The last one with the Seris face was named Zhang Yuan, and he was also part of Sartre's group.

As Rabelais said, the Purple Robe Organization has disbanded, but that doesn't mean that the Taoist Jingxin can't establish a new organization. After all, he is now an inner disciple of the head of a prestigious sect. He already knows the Soul Transfer Technique, and as long as he thoroughly understands the Six Harmonies Cultivation Method of Seris and completes the transformation of the Demonic Body into Qi, he will be able to master the Longevity Method.

With his "big pie" in hand, it wasn't difficult for him to secretly gather a group of people.

As soon as Zhang Yuan sat down, he introduced Heath to Chen Zuolin.

Although he had traveled around for many years, wasting a lot of time and having to abandon many experiments halfway through, Heath had still made great progress over the years. He had long since mastered cultivation transplantation. Before coming to Seris, he had already mastered talent transplantation, even though he had escaped death from Ross and had most of his cultivation destroyed by his own father.

Cultivation transplantation is relatively simple; crudely speaking, it's like forcibly inserting it. This technique isn't very effective because people with cultivation levels above the third rank simply cannot accept the cultivation of others; the rejection is too strong. And for those below the third rank, no matter how high their cultivation level is after transplantation, their final cultivation level will only be at the third rank.

It's simply to ensure that at least one descendant is extraordinary.

A powerful superhuman can live a long time, and he certainly won't pass on his knowledge while he's alive. By the time he's about to die, his great-grandson will be quite old, and if he only has a mediocre cultivation level, it will be difficult for him to continue to be in the limelight.

Talent transplantation undoubtedly has a greater impact, giving offspring potential, but it is also more difficult because it can be said to be a holistic surgery on the soul.

Not long ago, Heath finally achieved a state where both surgeries could be guaranteed to be successful.

"...In short, Mr. Heath can ensure that the King of the South Sea has cultivation, absolutely without any mistakes. Furthermore, you can use the talent transplant as leverage to gather more people, so you will definitely be able to deal with that new magistrate."

Zhang Yuan said.

"It's a pity you're too late," Chen Zuolin lamented. "The South Sea King I mentioned to you in my letter has already been persuaded by Ronan, and the naval admiral and Liu Menglong are old acquaintances. The people from the coastal defense branch are now also trapped by Ronan's plan."

Chen Zuolin was also puzzled. The King of the South Sea was different from ordinary young nobles. He didn't like women or money, and he dared not like power. His only obsession was extraordinary power. How could he be so easily persuaded by Ronan?

Chen Zuolin was unaware that Yu Xiong had betrayed him. After all, Ronan had made a guarantee to Zhao Junyong, the King of the South China Sea, in front of Yu Xiong. After realizing that something was wrong, Yu Xiong decisively chose not to report it and secretly switched sides to Ronan and Liu Menglong a few days later.

If that weren't the case, he would have known about the situation much earlier.

"Ronan?" Heath exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s right, Ronan Artes, I didn’t mention this person in the letter…” Chen Zuolin was about to explain when Heath waved his hand to interrupt her.

“No need. I know him. He must have been the one who gave that South Sea King superhuman powers first,” Heath said through gritted teeth. He just couldn’t understand why Ronan was so persistent. Wherever he went, Ronan followed. It was endless.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zuolin was briefly surprised, then suddenly recalled her first meeting with Ronan, in which Ronan was completely unmoved by the gift of talent.

It turned out to be the case.

The promise he made to Ronan was something Ronan already had.

It's even possible that Ronan already knows how to achieve immortality, which is why he's so nonchalant when it comes to the topic.

"Ha, this is getting interesting." At this moment, Chen Zuolin looked excited.

Business is no longer important.

After all, besides the tribute, this money was used to fund the research of Zhang Yuan and his group, and now they have already achieved results.

But compared to Zhang Yuan and the others, what Chen Zuolin cared about more was Ronan.

Just as various thoughts were forming in Chen Zuolin's mind, "Poison Sword" Kassel grabbed his sword, glanced at everyone present with a suggestive look, and said in Seres, "There's a little kitten outside."

The group remained silent, exchanging glances and deciding that Cassel and Chen Zuolin would take action. Both of them were at the fifth rank, while Heath had only recovered to the third rank, and Zhang Yuan, the middleman, was even worse, only at the second rank.

Outside, Yang Huaien was stunned by the sudden attack. She had only dared to investigate Chen Zuolin secretly after advancing to the fifth level, and even dared to follow her this time. She never expected to be discovered.

Caught off guard, he was immediately severely injured by the combined attack of the two.

Yang Huaien immediately chose to flee.

Kassel and Chen Zuolin continued their pursuit, and Yang Huaien suffered repeated injuries. Finally, she created an opportunity, jumped into the water, and escaped at high speed.

The two did not give chase, because the celebration was taking place nearby and a large crowd was gathering; chasing would only cause a commotion.

“No need to worry, she’s severely injured and poisoned by me. She’s frantically squeezing out her magic to get rid of it, she’s doomed,” Cassel said with great certainty. “It’s just that she won’t die anytime soon, it would be troublesome if she were to send a message.”

Chen Zuolin said, "I know her. She's an assassin, not one of Ronan's people. She probably targeted me herself."

"That's good." Cassel breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to face Ronan before his group had enough strength and influence.

Chapter 782 Good Relationships, Little Gadgets, An Unexpected Incident at the Doorstep

Jiqing is a combination of market and festival.

Foshan is a major industrial and commercial city, but it's not a place where you can buy all kinds of goods anytime, anywhere. In addition, there are many rural areas around it, so there is a large market in the middle of each month, where vendors from all walks of life gather.

Foshan was originally named after the two characters "Foshan" inscribed on a Buddhist temple, and several of these temples were very popular with worshippers.