CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER67-A BEAUTIFUL MISUNDERSTANDING

"What’s with all this fuss? What are you trying to do?" Owen turned his head once more to look at Diana.

In her hands, she held a bottle of pink potion.

Though the liquid was of a delicate pink hue, it shimmered with a translucency akin to pearls, securely corked with a rubber stopper.

From within, a rich fragrance wafted through the air.

Inhaling deeply, Owen’s eyes gleamed with an unspoken excitement.

The mere scent of the potion set his blood racing, invigorating his flow of energy and causing the arcanergy within him to pulse with newfound vitality.

"This potion..." Owen was astounded.

Just the aroma alone stirred his arcanergy; he couldn’t begin to imagine the extent of its enhancement if used correctly.

The unknown concoction seemed to hold the promise of unfathomable augmentation of arcanergy.

Diana, standing beside him, felt the effects even more intensely.

The arcanergy within her surged and expanded in a peculiar manner, causing her considerable discomfort.

Yet, amidst this unease, there lurked a craving, a longing to indulge in the potion she held.

"Do you recognize this potion?" Owen asked, his voice tinged with a thirst not just for the potion but for knowledge.

Diana shook her head slightly. "I don’t know it. But just the smell... it feels like it can enhance arcanergy immensely. It could be some sort of potion to boost arcanergy."

Owen felt as though a fire was kindling in his dantian. "Open it and see."

Diana hesitated, her cheeks flushed with an unexplained redness. "That might not be a good idea. This belongs to Mr. Bernard."

Owen waved his hand dismissively, reaching to snatch the potion from Diana’s grasp.

"Mr. Bernard said I could pick anything I want. If you’re too scared, just hand it over to me."

Dodging swiftly, Diana retorted, "Who says I’m scared? I’m keeping this."

With those words, she boldly uncorked the oak stopper. A rich fragrance instantly permeated the air, and a cloud of pink bubbles enveloped both Owen and Diana.

Owen and Diana simultaneously sported question marks above their heads.

Something was amiss – why did the atmosphere suddenly feel so charged with intimacy?

The pink mist that enveloped them was as smooth as silk, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Unconsciously, they inhaled more of the rosy vapor, and under its influence, their arcanergy began to surge at an astonishing rate.

"This potion is incredible," Owen exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement, "It really does boost arcanergy!"

Diana, even more exhilarated than Owen, sat down cross-legged and began to channel her arcanergy. "We mustn’t waste this opportunity. Let’s focus on our cultivation."

As time passed, they both felt an intense heat coursing through their bodies, a sensation so overpowering it brought a blush to their cheeks and quickened their heartbeats.

They tried to shake off this overwhelming warmth, only to find that the more they resisted, the stronger it became.

Owen’s head spun; he shook it in an attempt to clear the fog that seemed to envelop his mind. "Something’s not right, terribly not right," he muttered.

His blood roared in his ears, his eyes were rimmed with red, and he felt an urgent need to vent the building pressure within.

Gasping for air, he clutched at the feathered rug beneath him, resembling a beast in the throes of a fierce season.

His sanity seemed on the verge of collapse under the intensity of these sensations.

In the realm of his consciousness, the Stellar Blessing began to sprinkle stellar sand.

These bright grains of stellar sand merged into Owen’s soul, like a spring of cool water rushing into his being, bringing with it a soothing sensation.

Bathed in this refreshing energy, Owen felt as if his body had been cleansed by a clear stream.

Gradually regaining his composure, he stole a glance at Diana.

Diana was faring even worse than Owen.

Her heartbeat quickened, a blush spread across her face, and beads of sweat cascaded down her forehead.

Her long hair, moving with her subtle movements, fell around her like a waterfall, framing her body.

Under the influence of the intense heat, her skin turned a fiery red, as if scorched by an invisible flame.

The contrast of red and white on her skin ignited a wild fire in Owen’s heart.

He felt an overwhelming urge to dominate her, to press her beneath him and surrender to his primal instincts.

Diana’s body grew increasingly feverish, her perspiration rolling off her skin like pearls.

This mingling of sweat and body heat released an enticing fragrance, filling the pink-hued world around them. Owen, inhaling this aroma, felt an inexplicable pleasure washing over him.

"No, this can’t be," Owen murmured, tearing his gaze away and swallowing hard.

Inside his world of consciousness, the Stellar Blessing continued to release stellar sand, granting him the strength to resist the overwhelming sensations.

As seconds ticked by, each moment felt like an eternity of torment for Owen.

Suddenly, a pair of fiery hands clung to Owen’s abdomen, slithering over his body like serpents.

Owen’s eyes snapped open to find Diana, who had somehow moved into his embrace without his noticing.

Her lips were slightly parted, her tender tongue lightly grazing them, like a fish gasping for water, yearning for something elusive.

Diana’s state was extraordinary.

Her shoulders, bare and exposed, resembled two pieces of exquisite white jade.

A downward glance revealed the snowy whiteness of her breasts, their faintly pink hue striking a chord in Owen’s nerves.

The scene exploded in Owen’s mind like thunder, awakening the most base, primal, and untamed instincts within him.

He enveloped Diana in his arms, their mouths desperately seeking each other’s.

Their frenzied kisses were an exchange of salivation, moistening their parched throats like welcome rain.

Diana was already lost in the thrill of the moment.

She shed her clothes, revealing her magnificent figure.

Owen, grasping her proud breasts, felt them change shape under the pressure of his hands.

Diana’s hands weren’t honest, frantically working their way down to try and grab Owen’s huge dragon.

Owen directly removed his trousers, revealing the already red, hard little Owen.

Diana gripped little Owen and seemed to feel something in her heart and looked down: "Awesome--"

Owen froze for a moment, then slid in along Diana’s already wet cunt.

He felt a film-like layer crack open as he pushed himself hard against it.

"Ah-" A complex moan escaped Diana’s throat.

It wasn’t clear if it was comfort or pain.

Unexpectedly, this woman who was the dream girl of countless classmates in high school was still a virgin.

Owen’s mind had been completely overwhelmed by raw desire, and he kept pounding Diana’s private parts, again and again...

Diana twisted her waist and limbs, frantically catering to Owen’s movements.

Bernard sat atop a mountain peak, a bottle of strong liquor in hand, gazing contemplatively into the distant sky.

It was as if he was reminiscing about his long-lost youth.

"Ah, a saint paired with a saintess, quite a match. But the old fuddy-duddies of the human race’s sage-tier might get a bit ruffled," he mused.

He took a hearty swig of the fiery drink, then lay back on the ground, a look of contentment on his face.

"No matter, when the time comes, the saint will handle it," he thought, a sly grin spreading across his face as he slowly closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, Diana’s movements grew increasingly wild.

Her cheeks flushed with a deep red, her eyes shimmering with an irrepressible longing.

"I’m coming! I’m coming!" she gasped.

Owen, as if spurred on by her words, quickened his pace.

With a sudden thrust, Diana’s body stiffened momentarily, followed by continuous spasms.

Her body convulsed as if struck by lightning.

Diana closed her eyes tightly, seemingly savoring the unparalleled joy of the moment.

Exhausted, Owen lay on the ground, but in the next instant, he was jolted awake.

He introspectively examined his own body and noticed a sudden appearance of a bright light within him.

This light, as pure as the moon’s glow, illuminated his entire being – flesh, organs, bones...

This force was familiar to him – it had the essence of a blessing. He felt a powerful surge within him, as if the moon itself was bestowing its blessing upon him.

"Lunar Blessing?" Owen was stunned. "But my body only had the Sun Blessing and Stellar Blessing. When did this Lunar Blessing appear?"

In his brief moment of bewilderment, the wound on his chest, tainted with dark power, also vanished instantly.

The dark force was shattered by an irresistible power.

The mighty Gold Divine Dragon blood in him effortlessly healed his wound.

Owen, however, hardly noticed this.

He was too engrossed in the excitement of discovering the Lunar Blessing within his body.

A pair of delicate hands climbed onto Owen’s shoulders as Diana, with a hazy look in her eyes, licked his ear.

"Let’s do it again, shall we?" she whispered.

Owen turned to look at Diana.

She now possessed a womanly charm that added a new layer to her former sanctity.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Diana, ignoring Owen’s question, pinned him down.

"This time, I want to be on top."

She took hold of Owen, and without waiting for his permission, guided him into her.

She moved rhythmically, her large, snow-white breasts bouncing like playful rabbits.

Owen reached out and grasped them, kneading them back and forth.

Diana’s soft moans resonated with Owen, reigniting the flame within him.

"Lunar Blessing? To hell with that," Owen cursed inwardly, throwing himself wholeheartedly into the fray.

The two were entwined again, their hands clasped tightly as if trying to meld into each other’s bodies.

They could not resist this temptation, giving themselves over to their passions in this pink-hued world.

Owen’s body, too, began to undergo dramatic changes.