Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

Ivanova, in her mid-twenties, was already fully aware of matters between men and women. Even if she hadn’t eaten the pork, she’d certainly seen the pig run. When she felt her firm hips pressing against something hard, she immediately understood what was happening.

“You’re heavier than a mountain; I can’t throw you.”

But this fierce foreign girl didn’t curse Zhou Lang for being a pervert. Instead, she pretended not to notice and stopped her movements.

Meanwhile, a certain part of Zhou Lang’s body had pitched a tent. Fortunately, he was brimming with inner energy and could control it at will. To avoid embarrassment, he quickly used his energy to forcibly suppress the rising situation.

“My stance is just a bit more solid,” Zhou Lang said with a smile.

“Brother Lang, your divine footwork and stance as unshakable as Mount Tai—I can only worship you. Could you show me your offensive skills too?”

Ivanova asked with a tone of admiration and reverence, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhou Lang. Previously, she had simply called him by his name, but now she was adding “Brother” as a sign of respect.

“Sure, but I like to keep a low profile, so don’t tell anyone,” Zhou Lang replied with a slight smile, taking a step back. Having such a sexy foreign girl admire him was a feeling he quite enjoyed. Before he inherited the family’s Dual Cultivation Manual, no girl had ever looked at him with such adoration.

Ivanova stared intently at Zhou Lang’s hands, but after a while, he still hadn’t made any moves.

“Brother Lang, you’re taking too long to prepare,” Ivanova urged.

“Look down,” Zhou Lang said. He was beginning to realize his potential for showing off—after all, his abilities spoke for themselves.

Ivanova looked down in confusion and was instantly stunned. In the moonlight, there were two clear footprints on the concrete ground in front of Zhou Lang.

This was the riverfront promenade, and the place where she and Zhou Lang had just sparred was a flat concrete surface, impossible to leave footprints on. The only explanation was that Zhou Lang had just made them.

“The legendary internal martial arts exist? Does that mean Qinggong (lightness skill) is real too?”

Ivanova first crouched down to closely examine the footprints, then stood up to look at Zhou Lang, her eyes filled with nothing but admiration.

Zhou Lang nodded.

“Can you teach me?”

Ivanova exclaimed excitedly and immediately rushed over, wrapping her arms around Zhou Lang’s.

Her ample chest pressed tightly against Zhou Lang’s arm.

“Ahem…Internal martial arts need to be practiced from a young age…” Zhou Lang was getting a bit overwhelmed.

“Please teach me, even just a little would be amazing,” Ivanova pleaded, shaking Zhou Lang’s arm like a little sister coaxing her big brother, though in reality, she was a few years older than him.

She had previously thought that the feats of lightness and internal power seen in Chinese movies were fake. Now that she knew they were real, she was desperate to learn.

With each shake, her full chest pressed repeatedly against Zhou Lang’s arm.

“Martial arts training is tough. Girls are naturally meant to be protected by others; you don’t need to suffer through that,” Zhou Lang said.

His straightforward statement made Ivanova feel Zhou Lang’s masculine charm. Her heart trembled, her eyes sparkled, and she softly asked, “Brother Lang, would you be willing to protect me?”

“Sure.”

Zhou Lang nodded out of habit. In his mind, it was a man’s duty to protect a woman, so he didn’t think much of it.

A few seconds later, he realized that Ivanova was hinting at a romantic relationship. Before he could say anything, Ivanova’s incredibly beautiful face was already moving closer.

“Brother Lang, I’m so happy.”

Ivanova first kissed Zhou Lang on the cheek, then quickly pressed her lips against his.

Their lips locked tightly, and a refreshing fragrance from Ivanova’s mouth filled Zhou Lang’s senses, making him feel utterly content.

“So this is what kissing feels like?”

Zhou Lang thought, his excitement growing, as if he were drinking the finest nectar, becoming somewhat intoxicated.

Meanwhile, Ivanova wrapped her arms around Zhou Lang’s waist, and her delicate tongue began to tease him.

Despite her seemingly open and passionate demeanor, Ivanova, like Zhou Lang, was also inexperienced. She had no real technique when kissing, and was quite clumsy.

But some things come naturally, especially when it comes to matters between men and women.

As a cultivator and a strong man, Zhou Lang naturally wanted to take control. Once he regained his composure a bit, he tightly embraced Ivanova and started to take the initiative. Before long, their kiss became much more skilled and passionate.

“Mmm… mmm…”

Soft, intoxicating sounds escaped from Ivanova’s mouth as the long kiss almost made her pass out from lack of breath. Only then did Zhou Lang stop.

“That was my first kiss. From now on, you’re my man,” Ivanova said, slightly breathless, her ample chest rising and falling as a blush spread across her face.

“I accidentally nodded earlier, making this foreign girl think I agreed to date her. But since I’ve taken her first kiss, I should at least take responsibility,” Zhou Lang thought with a mix of amusement and exasperation. He could only say, “I’ll protect you.”

“Then I don’t need to learn martial arts anymore because I’ve found a strong man, an invincible warrior,” the usually fierce Ivanova said with a touch of shyness as she nestled into Zhou Lang’s arms.

“It’s late. Let me take you home. Where do you live?”

Zhou Lang offered after they had spent a moment in each other’s arms.

Ivanova was too sexy, dressed so lightly. Holding such a seductive beauty was quite a challenge for Zhou Lang. He couldn’t just rush into things with Ivanova now that they had just started seeing each other, so he needed to find a way to ease the tension and avoid any accidents that might happen if things got too heated.

“I live at the Arctic Judo Gym,” Ivanova said.

“Is your family running a judo gym?”

Zhou Lang asked curiously.

“That’s right. I’m mixed-race, not purely of Russian descent. My father was Russian, and my mother was a native of Feiyun City. My father came to China for a judo competition, met my mother, and they fell in love and had me. I spent my childhood in Feiyun City. Later, my parents and I moved to Russia, where my father opened a judo gym. Unfortunately, my father passed away at a young age. My mother missed her homeland, so we returned to Feiyun City. Some of my father’s disciples followed my mother and came to China, and they established the Arctic Judo Gym. Sadly, my mother also passed away last year.”

As Ivanova explained, a sorrowful expression appeared on her face when she mentioned her parents.

“No wonder your Mandarin is so good; it turns out you’re half-Chinese. But the deceased have already found peace, so try not to dwell on it. Your parents were with you for many years, while mine passed away when I was just a few years old. In that sense, you’re luckier than I am,” Zhou Lang said, trying to comfort her.

“Yeah, I won’t think about it too much. But when you take me back later, be careful. The current head of the Arctic Judo Gym is my father’s top disciple, Krylov. He likes me a lot. He came to China with a group of disciples to open the gym because of me. My parents also liked him a lot and wanted me to marry him, but I didn’t have any feelings for him. If he sees you, he might try to pick a fight with you,” Ivanova said.

“That’s also why I work as a bartender at the Lovers’ Bar—he’s very clingy. Although I know he genuinely cares for me, I still can’t stand it.”

“You’ve seen my martial arts skills; you should worry more about your senior brother Krylov,” Zhou Lang said with a smile. After all, as a cultivator, why would he be afraid of a judo gym head?

“In a one-on-one fight, he’s not your match, but he has more than a dozen junior brothers. They all want me to be with him, so they’ll help him against you,” Ivanova said worriedly.

“Don’t worry. Even if they all come at me together, they’re no match for me,” Zhou Lang reassured her.

“Then let’s go.”

Ivanova hesitated for a moment and pointed to a motorcycle parked nearby.

“Do you want to drive, or should I?”

“Of course, I’ll drive,” Zhou Lang said, getting on the motorcycle first.

Ivanova also got on and wrapped her arms around Zhou Lang’s waist. In less than half an hour, they had already become as close as lovers. They had already started dating.

The night breeze was cool as they left the riverfront promenade and turned onto the main road. After about ten minutes, they arrived in front of the Arctic Judo Gym.

The gym was housed in a standalone building with high walls surrounding it, looking more like a school than a gym.

“Brother Lang, you should head back now. Let’s meet up tomorrow,” Ivanova said as she got off the motorcycle. She kissed Zhou Lang on the cheek and waved goodbye.

“Junior Sister, who is this?”

Suddenly, a burly man wearing a tank top strode out of the Arctic Judo Gym’s main gate, glaring at Zhou Lang. He had seen Ivanova’s earlier actions with Zhou Lang.

This man appeared to be around thirty years old, at least 1.9 meters tall, with a muscular build and an imposing presence that suggested great strength. However, his Mandarin was a bit awkward.

Zhou Lang took a quick look at the man and immediately realized that this must be Krylov, the head of the Arctic Judo Gym, Ivanova’s senior brother, and her persistent suitor.

“Senior Brother, this is my boyfriend, Zhou Lang,” Ivanova said, hesitating for a moment.

“Boyfriend? Master and Mistress, before they passed, instructed me to take care of you. You can only be my wife,” Krylov said, seemingly provoked. His eyes flashed with murderous intent as he looked at Zhou Lang as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

Before Ivanova could say anything, more than a dozen people began to emerge from the gym’s entrance. It was obvious that these were Krylov’s junior brothers.

“Senior Sister, Senior Brother Krylov treats you so well; why would you choose someone else?”

“Junior Sister, this guy doesn’t compare to Senior Brother Krylov at all. Can he protect you?”

Ivanova’s senior and junior brothers began speaking all at once as if Ivanova had committed some grave offense.

“Listen to me.”

Ivanova suddenly raised her voice. When her brothers quieted down, she slowly said, “You all know that when I was a child, I had a dream—to find a man like my father, an invincible warrior. Now that I’ve found him, of course, I want to be with him.”

“You’re saying this guy is stronger than me?”

Krylov scoffed, a sneer on his face.

“With that build, I could beat him with one hand!”