I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 492 My Sifu is an Immortal, but His Dating Advice is Trash

Then Chu Shuran’s husband suddenly laughed loudly, his earlier confusion temporarily fading away.

"Sure!" he declared proudly. "Your husband is as strong as a bull!"

Chu Shuran actually smiled faintly upon hearing that.

The atmosphere inside the chamber warmed once more as the two remained together for several more hours.

Time passed quietly, yet Chu Shuran still showed no intention of stopping.

Eventually, even the man despite his powerful cultivation began feeling exhausted.

"Honey..." he said helplessly while looking at the woman tightly wrapped around him. "I think we need to rest for a while."

But Chu Shuran immediately shook her head.

"No," she whispered stubbornly. "I want more."

The man stared at her in disbelief.

At this point, even he began realizing something was truly abnormal.

Not because of her affection but because of the almost desperate intensity behind it.

It was as though Chu Shuran was trying to suppress something deep inside herself by remaining close to him.

Yet every time he tried asking questions, she would simply silence him with another embrace, another kiss, or another excuse.

And so the isolated cultivation chamber remained closed for many more hours while the confused husband could only accompany the woman he loved, completely unaware of the true reason behind her unusual behavior.

The secret chamber was filled with heavy breathing and muffled moans that refused to fade no matter how much time passed.

The candles mounted on the jade walls flickered endlessly, their dim golden light illuminating the tangled figures on the bed.

"Ahhhh..."

"Ohhhh..."

"Ughhh..."

The sounds echoed again and again through the chamber, accompanied by the creaking of the ancient bed that seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

Hours passed like flowing water, yet neither of them showed any sign of stopping.

Chu Shuran’s long silver hair was completely disheveled, sticking to her sweat-covered skin as she held tightly onto her husband.

Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her beautiful eyes clouded with emotion and confusion.

Despite spending so much time with him, the strange heat inside her body still refused to calm down.

"This still isn’t enough..." she thought silently, biting her lower lip. "Master Lin Feng was much, much bigger..."

The image appeared in her mind once more no matter how hard she tried to suppress it.

The memory of that overwhelming presence continued to linger deep inside her thoughts, making her heart pound uncontrollably.

"No... I can’t think about that..." Chu Shuran hurriedly shook her head inwardly.

She tightened her embrace around her husband and moved even more passionately, as though trying to bury those thoughts completely.

Her husband, meanwhile, felt like his soul was about to leave his body.

At first, he had been delighted by his wife’s sudden enthusiasm.

But after hours turned into half a day, and half a day turned into an entire day, even a cultivator like him began to fear for his life.

"She’s still going?!" he screamed inwardly in despair. "What kind of terrifying stamina is this?!"

Sweat poured down his face as he struggled to keep up.

His muscles trembled from exhaustion, and his spiritual energy was nearly depleted completely.

If word spread that a powerful cultivator like him was defeated in bed by his own wife, he felt he would never recover from the humiliation.

Yet Chu Shuran showed no intention of stopping.

Every time he thought she was finally calming down, she would cling to him again with pleading eyes that made it impossible for him to refuse.

The chamber continued to echo with soft moans and ragged breathing until finally, one whole day later, silence descended upon the room.

The husband lay spread across the bed motionless, staring blankly at the ceiling like a man who had seen the end of his life.

"I survived..." he thought weakly. "Thank the heavens... it’s finally over..."

Beside him, Chu Shuran appeared quiet at last, her breathing soft and steady.

Seeing this, the man nearly burst into tears of relief.

Slowly and carefully, he began inching himself away from the bed like a wounded soldier escaping a battlefield.

Every movement was filled with caution.

"I just need to get out of this room..." he thought desperately. "Even cultivators need rest!"

But just as he was about to succeed, a gentle voice drifted from behind him.

"Honey..."

His entire body froze.

Slowly, he turned his head around with a stiff expression.

Chu Shuran was looking at him with slightly flushed cheeks and misty eyes as she lightly tugged on his sleeve.

"I want more... please..." she whispered softly. The husband’s face instantly turned pale.

His vision darkened.

At that moment, he truly felt that death was very close.

He could not believe that, after surviving countless dangers and battles throughout his life, he might actually die not at the hands of the clan’s enemies, but from his own wife draining every last bit of strength from him.

At this point, there was truly nothing left inside his body. His spiritual energy was exhausted, his limbs felt numb, and even lifting a finger seemed harder than fighting a life-and-death battle.

"No... this can’t continue..." he cried inwardly. "If this goes on, I’m really going to die here!"

It was then that he decided to perform a tactical retreat.

"Honey?" Chu Shuran called softly when she noticed him suddenly becoming still.

"Zzzzzz..."

The only response she received was the gentle sound of snoring.

Her husband had decisively chosen to pretend to be asleep.

Chu Shuran blinked several times before staring silently at his exhausted appearance.

Seeing the dark circles under his eyes and his pitiful expression even while pretending to sleep, she finally understood the situation.

A long sigh escaped her lips.

"I overdid it..." she murmured quietly to herself.

The chamber gradually became silent once more.

The flickering candlelight danced across her beautiful face as she sat there quietly beside him.

However, deep within her eyes was a complicated look.

She lowered her gaze slightly, seemingly lost in thought.