Soon, the rest of the journey passed in a calm yet otherwise uneventful stretch.
Han Jin took the lead the entire way.
Whenever wild beasts or low-level demon creatures appeared along the path, he was the one who stepped forward and cleared them out.
His peak Qi Refinement strength was more than enough to handle the ordinary threats of the outer wilderness, and under the system’s request, he carried out the protection duty without complaint, even if his face remained cold throughout.
Li Jian simply followed behind at an unhurried pace.
Whenever they stopped to rest... whether beside a stream, under the shade of large trees, or during the short breaks along the mountain path... he would casually call Su Qin over.
Each time, the same reluctant expression would appear on her face, yet she would still walk over, kneel down, and use her mouth to relieve him.
Sometimes he would only rest a hand on her head.
Other times, his hand would slip into her robes again, openly playing with her full, soft breasts while she serviced him.
Han Jin never interfered.
He would simply stand guard nearby with a stiff expression, treating it as something that no longer needed to be questioned.
Just like that, two days passed.
By the afternoon of the second day, the denser part of the forest began to thin out.
The air carried a faint trace of smoke and human activity.
Han Jin raised a hand and signaled them to stop.
He stepped onto a higher rock, checked the view ahead, then looked back at the two behind him.
"We’re almost there," he said coldly. "Qinghe Village is just beyond this stretch of trees."
A short distance behind him, Li Jian stood beside a thick tree trunk.
One of his hands rested on Su Qin’s head as she knelt in front of him, her soft lips wrapped around his little brother, moving up and down with that same reluctant yet obedient rhythm.
Her full large chest rose and fell with each motion, and faint wet sounds mixed quietly with the wind in the trees.
Li Jian glanced toward the direction of the village, then looked back down at the beauty kneeling at his feet.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Just as Han Jin finished speaking, Li Jian spoke in a calm but clear voice.
"Wait. Let me blow a load first."
Su Qin’s brows furrowed at once, but before she could pull back, Li Jian’s hand tightened on her head.
He suddenly began thrusting forward, roughly using her mouth as he pleased.
Gluck!
Gluck!
Gluck!
Wet, heavy sounds quickly filled the air beneath the trees as he forced himself deeper past her lips again and again.
"Mhmm...! Mhmm...! Mmph—!"
Su Qin’s shoulders trembled, yet under the request she could only stay there and take it.
Her soft lips stretched around him while saliva dripped down the shaft with every rough movement.
Li Jian’s breathing grew heavier. After a few more deep thrusts, his waist tensed.
With a low groan, he pressed her head all the way down and released.
SPURT!
SPURT!
Hot, thick spurts shot straight into her mouth and down her throat.
Su Qin’s eyes widened sharply as the familiar bitter heat flooded in.
Over the past two days, this sensation had already become something she knew too well.
Even while her eyes trembled, she swallowed under the system’s influence, accepting everything he poured into her.
Only after the last pulse faded did Li Jian loosen his grip.
Su Qin immediately pulled back with a soft gag.
She coughed hard a few times, then turned her head and spat a thick mouthful of white liquid onto the ground beside the tree roots.
Some of it still clung to her lips and chin as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Li Jian looked at the coughing beauty and smiled.
He crouched down as if to help her, but instead of offering any real support, his hand slipped straight into the front of her robes.
His fingers sank into the soft, heavy warmth of her bare breast and began openly molding the pale flesh in his palm.
"You worked hard," he said lightly, giving the soft mound a firm squeeze. "Let me help you recover a little."
Su Qin’s eyes sharpened at once.
Smack!
She angrily slapped his hand away, her brows tightly furrowed as she pulled her robes closed with one hand.
"Don’t push your luck," she snapped, still slightly out of breath.
Li Jian withdrew his hand without any embarrassment and stood back up, still smiling.
Su Qin shot him a cold look, wiped the remaining white trace from the corner of her lips, and stood up as well.
Han Jin’s voice came from ahead, carrying a clear note of impatience and anger as he stared at Li Jian.
"...If you two are done, move. The village is right in front of us."
Li Jian adjusted his robes and looked toward Qinghe Village in the distance.
"Alright," he said calmly. "Let’s go."
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At the Qinghe Village,
It was a modest mortal settlement built near the edge of the wilderness.
From afar, several houses already looked damaged.
Fences had been broken, and there were deep claw marks left on some of the wooden walls.
A tense, fearful atmosphere hung over the place even before they stepped inside.
As they approached the village entrance, a few surviving villagers noticed them.
When they saw the outer sect robes, hope immediately appeared on their exhausted faces.
An old man quickly came forward with a few others and bowed respectfully.
"Immortal warriors... you’ve finally come!"
Han Jin glanced around the damaged village with a cold expression and asked directly,
"Where is the Ironback Demon Wolf?"
The old man hurriedly answered,
"I-It usually comes after nightfall... For the past few days, it has been attacking from the forest on the east side. Several villagers have already been dragged away. We no longer dare to leave our homes after dark."
Li Jian stood slightly behind Han Jin and Su Qin, calmly observing the surroundings.
There was broken houses.
Dried bloodstains on the ground.
Deep paw prints pressed into the dirt near the village edge.
This did not look like a demon wolf that only attacked occasionally.
It was already treating this village as its hunting ground.
Su Qin crossed her arms under her full large chest and frowned.
"An 8th Stage Ironback Demon Wolf that actively hunts villagers... its ferocity is higher than expected."
Han Jin nodded coldly.
"We’ll stay here for now and wait for it to appear. Once it shows up, we finish it quickly."
Li Jian’s eyes swept across the damaged village once more before he spoke calmly.
"Then let’s prepare. Since it comes at night... we still have some time before then."
The villagers looked at the three of them with clear hope, completely unaware of the strange relationship between the outer disciples standing in front of them.
Above the village, the afternoon sun continued to sink slowly toward the horizon.
Night was not far away.