[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 16

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"It's Meng, one of the Seven

Star Lords, Ziwei Star Lord, I know," Ji Xiaoyun answered, secretly calculating the optimal attack distance. Although Mr. Meng appeared relaxed, he offered no openings. Even with Ji Xiaoyun's confidence, she knew she couldn't defeat him in three moves.
Mr. Meng slowly took a step to the left, and Ji Xiaoyun followed with a slight tap of her left foot, her body still facing him.
Then, Mr. Meng seemingly casually circled her a few steps, and Ji Xiaoyun's body constantly shifted its posture. In a battle between masters, whoever finds the optimal attack point gains the upper hand. Mr. Meng's steps were precisely searching for her weaknesses, forcing Ji Xiaoyun to constantly change her defensive stance.
Every change in Meng's attack was perfectly blocked by Ji Xiaoyun; Mr. Meng gained no advantage. But within seconds, Ji Xiaoyun's breathing became rapid, her face flushed—a sign of waning inner energy. Ji Xiaoyun knew that if this continued, her true energy would soon be exhausted without him even making a move. Just as she was about to risk a strike, Meng suddenly stopped, his impeccable defense leaving Ji Xiaoyun helpless.
"Your martial arts are no less than mine, but unfortunately you are seriously injured, struck by Mo Zhentian's palm and poisoned. Being able to stand and spar with me is your limit. After three or five moves, your true energy will be depleted, the poison will take effect, and you will be defeated.
I think you don't think you can defeat me in just a few moves," said Mr. Meng.
"You're right," Ji Xiaoyun had to admit, "but I will do my best. Make your move."
"You know that's good, so don't recklessly use your true energy." Mr. Meng walked to the window, the distance between them increased, and the tense situation, like a crossbow drawn and a bow drawn, eased slightly.
Mr. Meng looked up at the cold crescent moon and said, "I have always pursued beauty. If you fall into the hands of the Black Dragon Society, they will use all kinds of torture on you in order to find out the whereabouts of the divine sword. At that time, not only will your chastity be in jeopardy, but your body, as pure as ice and as flawless as jade, will also become a rotten corpse. Alas... 'The years have passed, and all the beauty has faded.' I do not want to see you end up like that." Mr. Meng said.
Ji Xiaoyun coldly said, "So you don't intend to hand me over to the Black Dragon Society."
"Yes." Mr. Meng looked directly at Ji Xiaoyun and said, "After learning where you were hiding, I did not inform Mo Zhentian, but came alone. You should believe my sincerity." Mr. Meng said.
"Then what do you want?" Ji Xiaoyun was unsure of Mr. Meng's intentions.
“I came to Hong Kong to retrieve the Divine Sword. But I didn’t expect you to be so clever, managing to snatch it back from Mo Zhentian. This shows your intelligence and extraordinary courage.” Mr. Meng praised her a few times, then changed the subject, saying with some helplessness, “The rules of the Divine Sect are strict. Although the Divine Sword wasn’t lost from my possession, if it’s not found, I will be severely punished.” Mr. Meng showed fear, indicating that the punishments in the Demonic Sect must be extremely harsh, even frightening someone like him.
“In the end, you still want to know the whereabouts of the Divine Sword in exchange for my freedom. Stop dreaming, make your move!” Ji Xiaoyun said.
"No, no!" Mr. Meng waved his hand and said, "I've met many members of the 'Phoenix,' and though they are women, their willpower is stronger than that of men. You regard life and death as worthless, so their outdated punishments may not be effective. This is one of the reasons why I don't want to hand you over to the Black Dragon Society."
Ji Xiaoyun said, "You understand us better than Mo Zhentian." Although life and death hung by a thread, Ji Xiaoyun felt a little comforted to face an opponent who respected her.
"I have a suggestion, let's make a bet. If you win, I can't stop you from leaving; if I win, you will tell me the whereabouts of the divine sword." Mr. Meng said.
"Tell me about it." Ji Xiaoyun said, although she knew it might be a trap, she had no choice as she was already on the edge of a cliff.
Mr. Meng reached into his clothes and took out some objects, magically combining them into two shimmering silver headgear connected by copper wire, with a small square box in the middle.
"You should know about virtual reality technology, right?" Mr. Meng said.
"I know." Ji Xiaoyun said. Virtual reality (VR) is a high-tech field that has developed over the past decade. After the initial stage of simulating sensory stimulation, it has recently moved towards the integration of thought and machine, achieving true human-machine harmony.
VR technology has a wide range of applications, which is why many countries classify it as a national secret and continuously dedicate themselves to its research.
"This is a newly developed VR instrument, a revolutionary leap forward. It not only truly realizes virtual reality and human-machine harmony, but it can also connect the thoughts of two people, allowing them to communicate in the same space. In virtual space, no matter what kind of injury one suffers, it will not cause direct physical damage, but the pain felt is completely real. From the experiments already conducted, if a person is killed in virtual space, although there is no physical trauma, they still die. Therefore, when thought enters this space, everything can be said to be virtual, but it can also be said to be real," Mr. Meng said.
"You mean…" Ji Xiaoyun began to understand Mr. Meng's idea.
“In this virtual space, physical strength is irrelevant; mental power plays an absolute role. So, as long as your mental strength is strong enough, you can completely disregard physical injuries. This is a fair duel. However, I still have an advantage because I, ‘Dream,’ possess powerful mental strength, and I have also entered the virtual space created by this machine. However, compared to the current situation, in reality, your chances of winning are only one in ten thousand, while in the virtual space, your chances might be one in a hundred,” Mr. Dream said.
Ji Xiaoyun also had considerable knowledge of virtual reality technology, and Mr. Dream’s words made sense. Although her intuition told her that Dream either had an absolute certainty of victory or had other plans, as he said, not entering the virtual space was also a dead end. Thinking of this, she was somewhat tempted.
“The reason I did this is because I don’t want to see a work of art destroyed,” Mr. Dream said.
Ji Xiaoyun gritted her teeth and finally said, “Okay, I hope this isn’t your conspiracy.”
Mr. Dream smiled slightly and said, “Don’t worry.” As he spoke, he put on a headgear, and two suction cups on the left and right sides automatically fixed to his temples. Mr. Meng tossed another hood to Ji Xiaoyun.
Having made her decision, Ji Xiaoyun had no regrets. She put on the hood as well, and heard Mr. Meng say, "Are you ready?"
Ji Xiaoyun sat cross-legged and said, "Let's begin."
Mr. Meng flicked a wisp of true energy with his middle finger onto the activation switch of the black box. A buzzing sound like bees filled the air, and Ji Xiaoyun felt a powerful electric current surge into her temples, her vision instantly going black. A stiff, mechanical voice in the darkness said, "Do you need to enter the virtual space?"
"Yes." Ji Xiaoyun's thoughts connected with the machine. Multicolored light flashed before her eyes. After a few seconds, she suddenly felt an extremely bright light, making it impossible for her to open her eyes.
Although Ji Xiaoyun knew the principle of virtual space, she had never actually entered it before. Arriving in an unfamiliar space, even though she knew it was all an illusion, she still felt somewhat flustered.
"You'd better stand firm," a cold voice said from behind.
Ji Xiaoyun opened her eyes to the dazzling sunlight, only to find herself standing on the edge of a skyscraper over a hundred stories high. Looking down, the cars on the street looked tiny. At such a height, anyone would be terrified.
Just as Ji Xiaoyun was about to back away from the edge, a hand gently patted her shoulder, causing her to lurch forward. She flailed her arms, desperately trying to maintain her balance. Her heart leaped into her throat. The unseen hand then gently patted her hip, and she lost her balance, plummeting rapidly from the sky.
The howling wind whistled in her ears, and the windows ahead flashed by like a film reel. The fear of death gripped her heart like an invisible hand. In mid-air, she flailed her arms and legs, screaming hysterically.
Less than ten meters from the ground, Ji Xiaoyun suddenly felt a strong rope pull her left leg, lifting her high into the air like she was bungee jumping. Mr. Meng had given her a taste of her power as soon as she entered the virtual space.
"Haha, welcome to the virtual space," a voice rang out in the air.
Still shaken, Ji Xiaoyun turned her head and saw Mr. Meng riding on a giant white eagle, charging towards her. Before she could react, the eagle's talons seized her body, slamming
her into a skyscraper. With a deafening crash, the eagle shattered glass, plunging Ji Xiaoyun into darkness once more.
She rushed through a completely dark passage, and when she saw sunlight again, Ji Xiaoyun felt a cold, suffocating heaviness, like an invisible shackle binding her heart. She lay prone on the ground, a delicate collar around her neck, connected to a long silver chain. Mr. Meng, holding the other end of the chain, sat leisurely in a deck chair, a banana tree behind him providing perfect shade from the sun. Beside him was an exquisite round table, a bottle of Louis XIII wine, and some fruit. When Ji Xiaoyun looked around, she found herself on a small piece of land in the middle of the sea.
"Welcome to my world," Mr. Meng said, raising his glass to Ji Xiaoyun.
Ji Xiaoyun slowly stood up, the sea breeze making her feel naked. She realized her attire had changed; besides the choker around her neck, she was wearing a tight-fitting, golden corset, the kind worn by ancient European ladies. The corset was only a short section from the chest to the waist, her firm breasts protruding in a perfect arc under the tight corset, making her extremely sexy and alluring; her lower body, except for a pair of five-inch crystal shoes, was completely naked, her private parts a dazzling expanse of white.
"You—" Faced with this strange change, Ji Xiaoyun covered her lower body with one hand and her breasts with the other, somewhat at a loss. Exposing her body to a man for the first time filled her with unbearable shyness.
"Heh, born with a white tiger, how rare!" Mr. Meng's gaze was incredibly sharp; no detail of Ji Xiaoyun's body escaped his notice.
Ji Xiaoyun's face flushed crimson, her almond-shaped eyes widening as she angrily said, "I treated you as a worthy opponent, but I never imagined you were such a despicable person."
Mr. Meng remained unfazed, saying, "A beautiful lady is sought after by gentlemen. Faced with such beauty, which man wouldn't be moved…"
Hearing his frivolous words, Ji Xiaoyun's anger surged. She let out a soft shout, about to attack, but her dantian was completely empty of true qi. "Didn't you say it would be a fair fight? What trick did you play?" Ji Xiaoyun shouted.
“Sigh…” Mr. Meng gently shook his head and said, “I didn’t use any tricks. I’ve said before, the virtual world is different from reality. The power of the mind and spirit is the only weapon. My spiritual power is stronger than yours, so naturally you can’t use martial arts.”
“Mind and spirit power?” Ji Xiaoyun finally understood that the cold, oppressive feeling that had been lingering in her heart was caused by Mr. Meng’s spiritual power.
“You still don’t understand.” Mr. Meng thought she hadn’t grasped the point, and continued, “This isn’t the real world. No matter how strong your martial arts are, they’re useless. In this world, the power of the spirit is the only power. In this world, you can create anything you want. Whoever has the strongest spiritual power is God.” With that, Mr. Meng gestured towards the sea, and instantly a row of waves tens of meters high surged up, crashing towards where the two were standing. The deafening roar was deafening, and in an instant, the giant waves arrived. Faced with the irresistible power of nature, Ji Xiaoyun’s face paled, and she retreated. Mr. Meng chuckled, raising his hand towards the void. The unstoppable tsunami waves seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, splashing water in a spectacular display. In moments, the sea returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
"With a thought, all dreams can come true," Mr. Meng said, turning to Ji Xiaoyun. "Do you understand? I'll temporarily remove the mental restriction on you. Try it." As soon as
Mr. Meng finished speaking, Ji Xiaoyun felt a sense of relief. "Let me change back into my usual clothes." With a thought, she magically changed back into her normal attire.
"Take this!" Ji Xiaoyun shouted softly, her internal energy several times stronger than usual. She manipulated her fingers, and the originally invisible icy energy condensed in the air into lines of ice invisible to the naked eye. This was a state that only appeared when icy energy was cultivated to its highest level, something Ji Xiaoyun had always dreamed of.
"Alas, you still don't understand the power of the spirit," Mr. Meng sighed. Dozens of streams of energy struck various acupoints in his body, yet Mr. Meng seemed to feel nothing at all.
Ji Xiaoyun was exceptionally intelligent. After a moment of contemplation, she raised her head and, just as Mr. Meng had done, gently waved her hand towards the sea. A column of water, tens of meters thick, rose from the sea, its tip gradually taking the shape of a dragon's head. The giant dragon coiled and soared into the sky, a truly magnificent sight. The dragon-shaped water column rose into the air, then suddenly twisted, its head lunging straight at Mr. Meng.
Mr. Meng's face showed astonishment. Although he could do as he pleased in the virtual space, this land and this sea were created by his own energy and power. Yet Ji Xiaoyun had been able to grasp the secrets within such a short time and change the form of what he had created—something impossible without extraordinary spiritual power.
Mr. Meng, however, was ultimately superior. The water dragon descended to within three feet of his head, only to encounter an invisible barrier, splashing water everywhere, and the dragon's form disintegrated.
Ji Xiaoyun leaped into the air, and in mid-air, a pair of wings over ten feet wide sprouted from her back, making her fly like an angel. She held a delicate silver bow in her hand, and the water droplets scattered around her condensed into hundreds of ice arrows. She drew her bow and fired dozens of ice arrows in quick succession at Mr. Dream.
Seeing Ji Xiaoyun growing stronger, Mr. Dream grew impatient. He straightened up from his chair and shouted, "You really think you're an angel? You're far from capable. I am the God here." The ice arrows near him vanished. "Hmph!" Mr. Dream roared, "Get down! The game is over!"
A cold, dark, invisible force once again enveloped Ji Xiaoyun tightly. Her white wings vanished instantly, and she plummeted from mid-air. The sea disappeared, and the world was plunged into darkness. Ji Xiaoyun felt her limbs bound tightly to an iron frame; the coldness of the iron made her realize that most of her body was once again naked. No matter how focused Ji Xiaoyun was, the miracle did not occur again.
"No need to try anymore. In your current state, your mental strength is several levels below mine. Therefore, I am God, and you are like a mortal in the real world." Mr. Dream's voice echoed in the darkness.
A flash of light pierced the darkness, and eight enormous torches ignited simultaneously. Ji Xiaoyun was bound to a cast-iron cross, still wearing the short vest she wore. The house, built of massive bluestone, was filled with various ancient instruments of torture.
"This is a medieval prison cell. Hundreds of years ago, a very famous woman suffered torture on this cross." Mr. Dream emerged from the darkness, dressed in a priest's black robe and holding a Bible.
Ji Xiaoyun stared at Mr. Dream's strange appearance, dumbfounded and bewildered.
"French witch, the time for God's judgment has come." Mr. Dream held up the Bible.
A thought flashed through Ji Xiaoyun's mind, and she exclaimed, "Joan of Arc! You said the one suffering on this cross is Saint Joan of Arc!" Saint Joan of Arc was the heroine she admired most. During the Hundred Years' War between England and France, France was on the verge of destruction. Joan of Arc drew her sword and, with unwavering courage, led the French people to repel the English invaders. Without Joan of Arc, history might have been altered, and France might not exist today. Joan of Arc was ultimately betrayed and executed, while the country she had once saved remained indifferent, her fate tragic.
"Yes, you are Joan of Arc," Mr. Meng said, "but you are not a saint."
Ji Xiaoyun became increasingly confused and couldn't help but exclaim, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Joan of Arc wasn't as steadfast as history books portray her. Before being burned at the stake, she wrote a confession, admitting she was a witch and begging for God's forgiveness," Mr. Meng explained.
"You're talking nonsense!" Ji Xiaoyun was extremely angry because he was slandering a great historical figure.
Mr. Meng pulled out a yellowed sheepskin from his sleeve and said, "This is the original of the confession. For some reason, this confession has never been made public."
"To slander a great figure with just a so-called 'confession' of unknown authenticity is ridiculous. Are you trying to shake my will? I suggest you save your energy! Even if it were true, what would it have to do with me?" Ji Xiaoyun said.
"Whether you believe it or not is not important. I'm just telling you this fact. Moreover, you are the second Joan of Arc, and you will also confess before God." Mr. Meng said confidently.
"Hahaha..." Ji Xiaoyun laughed, "I want to see what makes you think you can make me confess."
Mr. Meng said, "Do you think you and Joan of Arc represent justice?"
Ji Xiaoyun said decisively, "Of course!"
"What is justice, and what is evil?" Mr. Meng asked.
Ji Xiaoyun snorted coldly, "The world needs peace. Justice is the force that maintains peace, while evil, like you—the Black Dragon Society, the Demonic Cult—attempts to dominate the world and enslave humanity."
Mr. Meng said, "You think the world would be peaceful without the Divine Cult? Ten years ago, the Divine Cult was recuperating, but were there fewer conflicts and wars around the world? Were fewer people killed?"
"Phoenix" is a detached organization, mostly uninvolved in worldly affairs, only acting when evil threatens global security. Therefore, Mr. Meng is right; since World War II, "Phoenix's" elites have suffered great losses, making them bystanders in local conflicts and wars.
"Only with great unity can there be true peace in this world; this is an undeniable truth," Mr. Meng said.
Ji Xiaoyun's conviction was not easily shaken. She sneered, "If this world were to be unified by people like you who commit all sorts of evil and indiscriminately kill innocents, it would truly be the end of the world!"
Mr. Meng said, "Well said, indiscriminately killing innocents! You've been in Hong Kong for quite some time now, haven't you? How many people have you killed? Who gave you the right to take someone's life?"
"I only killed those who deserved it," Ji Xiaoyun said.
"Not entirely," Mr. Meng pointed to the void, and more than a dozen holographic avatars appeared. He said, "A year ago, to save your companions, you single-handedly stormed the Black Dragon Society. In that battle, you killed a total of 56 members of the Black Dragon Society. I have checked everyone's information. According to your standards of justice and evil, 21 of them could be considered deserving of death, 30 did not deserve to die, and these 15, some had only recently joined the Black Dragon Society and had no evil deeds, some were not even members of the Black Dragon Society, yet you killed them all. I ask you one more time, who gave you the right to take their lives!"
Ji Xiaoyun lowered her head in silence. Mr. Meng's words were true. A year ago, Lu Feiyun, her childhood friend and sister-like companion, was captured by the Black Dragon Society. By the time she arrived to rescue her, Lu Feiyun had already been raped and tortured to death by the Black Dragon Society's members. Seeing Lu Feiyun's wounded and gruesome corpse, the flames of hatred drove her to madness, and she killed everyone present. Afterwards, Ji Xiaoyun felt regret, confusion, and bewilderment. A strong sense of guilt tormented her. She had always only resorted to killing as a last resort when carrying out missions, but this time she had killed dozens of people.
"Human nature is inherently evil. Why did you go berserk? It's because darkness lurks within everyone's heart. Let me unleash your darkness!" Mr. Meng said, suddenly transforming into a medieval knight, leading Ji Xiaoyun step by step.
"What do you want to do!" Ji Xiaoyun said. The cross behind her disappeared, and she was bound to an iron bed.
The cast-iron gears creaked and groaned, twisting the chains binding Ji Xiaoyun's legs. Pulled by immense force, her legs stretched across the sides of the iron bed, her delicate, flower-like private parts exposed to Mr. Meng.
Beside her stood four strong, towering, naked warriors, their eight powerful hands brazenly assaulting her body. Mr. Meng's words had indeed struck a nerve; her thoughts were becoming muddled, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.
"Witch, let the warriors' spears cleanse your filthy soul," Mr. Meng said, his trousers falling to the ground, his penis erect like a spear, gleaming an eerie red in the firelight. He took a large step, his penis pressing against the opening of her vulva. Seeing Ji Xiaoyun's terrified expression, Mr. Meng chuckled inwardly. Today, he could not only possess this stunning beauty in the illusion, but also had a great chance of finding the divine sword. Everything was under his control. Because this virtual reality device is equipped with a newly developed mind-reading device, once a person's thoughts enter the virtual reality device, the device can uncover the secrets deep within their heart. Of course, for experts, secrets are often well hidden and cannot be easily deciphered, but the more chaotic the thoughts, the higher the chance of deciphering. Mr. Meng's first step of winning her heart has been effective; the next step is to rape her in the illusion, breaking down all her defenses in pain.
Mr. Meng greedily gazed at her extraordinary peach blossom secret place. In a breathtaking white, two tender labia resembled delicate red lips, exuding endless temptation.
Mr. Meng held onto his penis, which was several times larger than his real self, and thrust forward. When the egg-sized glans pierced into her secret place, both sides of her secret place bloomed like flowers, presenting an indescribable, bewitching beauty.
"Ah!" Ji Xiaoyun screamed sharply, her beautiful face contorted, her body becoming stiffer than stone.
After entering her body, Mr. Meng did not rush to thrust further inside. Ji Xiaoyun struggled like a fish out of water amidst the five men.
"Information source locked, decoding in progress," Mr. Meng received the message from the instrument, a surge of joy washing over him.
"The information source still has multiple layers of protection; reading it is difficult. We must break her last line of defense," the instrument reported a moment later. This was within Mr. Meng's expectations.
Mr. Meng took a deep breath and, with all his might, thrust his penis inside her. He wanted to break through the barrier of virginity in one fell swoop, to make her feel the deepest pain, and thus to completely break her.
"Ah!" A scream rang out, but it wasn't Ji Xiaoyun who cried out, but Mr. Meng. He clutched his groin and stumbled back a few steps, his once erect penis now bent like an elbow. When he thrust in with all his might, it was as if he had hit a solid wall; the impact nearly broke his penis. Ignoring his pain, Mr. Meng scrutinized Ji Xiaoyun with suspicion. She struggled seemingly oblivious, but a faint dark aura seemed to shroud her fair face.
Mr. Meng stepped forward and inserted his middle finger into Ji Xiaoyun's secret passage. The passage that could normally bring a man ecstasy was now closed; no wonder his earlier forceful thrust had injured him.
"A strange information source detected, currently investigating," the instrument reported. "
Investigate my ass. Continue deciphering the whereabouts of the divine sword!" Mr. Meng retorted. He didn't know why Ji Xiaoyun had undergone such an unpredictable change, but he couldn't worry about that now. With a focused mind, his penis transformed into a high-speed drill, its glossy iron tip relentlessly drilling into that alluring secret passage.
"I don't believe I can't break through your virginity!" Mr. Meng declared. The drill bit touched Ji Xiaoyun's body, instantly spraying blood. With a horrifying "thud," the iron drill bit pierced her flesh, forcefully excavating her closed secret passage.
"Ah—" Ji Xiaoyun screamed in agony, her beautiful eyes wide open, her fists clenched, her face contorted in terror and rage.
"How's the deciphering going?" Mr. Meng didn't really want to do this, but to find the whereabouts of the divine sword as quickly as possible, he had no choice.
"Deciphering... that unknown information is getting stronger and stronger..." Before the instrument could finish reporting, a sudden change occurred...
Chapter 5: A Twist of Fate (Continued)
"Decoding in progress, the unknown source of information is growing stronger..." Before the instrument could finish reporting, a sudden change occurred. An unbelievably powerful force, traveling along the drill he conjured from his thoughts, relentlessly pierced his body. He was instantly struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood, and was thrown into the air like a kite with a broken string.
Ji Xiaoyun let out a shrill scream, like the wailing of a vengeful spirit from the heavens and earth, sending chills down Meng's spine. With the scream, she swung her arms, and the iron chains as thick as a child's arm snapped into pieces like rotten straw. The four warriors surrounding her bounced away like inflatable puppets, disappearing into thin air. The illusion Meng created shattered like a mirror struck by a giant iron mallet, creating a huge black hole in the ground. People fell from the sky and Meng into the hole.
As Meng plummeted rapidly into the darkness, he focused his mind on fighting the inexplicable force, but he soon discovered it was far too powerful. Perhaps only the "Indian Demon Monk" Ananda, possessing the strongest spiritual power, could contend with it. This force was filled with resentment, tyranny, and cruelty; only one word could describe it—"darkness." This dark force, like a giant python, tightly coiled around him, draining his energy and destroying his will to continue fighting.
Meng finally landed on the ground, hearing a muffled rumble of thunder. Looking up, he saw purple, menacing, thin bolts of lightning tearing the inky night sky to shreds. He didn't know when, but he found himself standing atop a precipice, a world created by that immense force.
Ji Xiaoyun appeared before Meng like a ghost, still wearing her corset, her hair disheveled, her face covered in a thick bluish-purple hue like a zombie, her eyes blazing with a ferocious, predatory light. Her genitals were a bloody mess. Though her body was now exposed, she was utterly devoid of any sex appeal, resembling more of a newly awakened thousand-year-old demoness.
A massive, invisible, and chilling power utterly broke Meng. He retreated, waving his hands, saying, "Let's talk this out, don't be impulsive."
"Die!" Ji Xiaoyun's right hand grabbed at the air. An invisible hand gripped Meng's neck, lifting him into the air, instantly suffocating him. "Shut down the machine!" Threatened with death, he used his last bit of strength to command the controller, but there was no response. Ji Xiaoyun's power was so strong that it could isolate his thoughts from the machine.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Meng's mind, "Could she be a witch with dark power?" The cycle of demonic rebirth—every thousand years, those born with demonic nature appear. These people appear no different from ordinary citizens, their demonic nature buried deep within. However, once awakened, this demonic nature grants them boundless dark power. The elders of the Demonic Cult, through divination, predicted the appearance of five women possessing demonic nature. If these five could be found, the Black Emperor could complete the transformation of his dark power, becoming an immortal demon god, unharmable by anyone. Because the demonic nature lies deep within, it is only revealed when it manifests, something that cannot be measured by scientific instruments. Therefore, for over a decade, the Demonic Cult has considered the search for these witches its paramount mission, but after expending countless resources, they have only found one.
Meng's heart pounded. If she was truly the person he was looking for, she was more valuable than the divine sword. He screamed hoarsely, disregarding everything, "Listen to me!" The hand gripping his neck loosened slightly. Meng, panting heavily, cried out in a hoarse voice, "Do you know why you suddenly possess such immense power? Because you have a demonic seed that has been reincarnated for a thousand years within you! You are a member of the Divine Cult. I will take you to see the Black Emperor, and you will understand everything!"
Ji Xiaoyun was bewildered for a moment, then hesitated before angrily shouting, "I don't want to see any Black Emperor! I just want to kill you!"
The demonic seed and Ji Xiaoyun were originally one. The demonic seed, awakened during Meng's atrocities, was even more ruthless and would never let go of those who had harmed it.
Meng's neck bones cracked. He secretly groaned, thinking that he was destined to die here today. He was truly wronged. Just as he was in despair, a loud "boom" rang out, and all the illusions vanished, returning him to reality.
In the room stood a white-clad girl with a unique aura and an ethereal presence. She was Fu Xingwu, who had rushed over in the dead of night. Upon entering the room, she saw Ji Xiaoyun's face was purplish-blue, as if she had gone mad, so she destroyed the equipment, which ironically saved Meng's life.
"Who are you?" Fu Xingwu demanded of Meng.
Although Meng had escaped death, he was severely injured by the dark power. However, confident in his status and seeing that Fu Xingwu was only in her early twenties, he was not afraid and arrogantly said, "I am Meng of the Divine Cult."
A cold smile appeared on Fu Xingwu's lips. "So it's you. I heard that Mr. Meng's specialty is bewitching people's minds. What methods did you use on her?" After Ji Xiaoyun escaped the illusion, the demonic seed still stirred within her, her expression shifting between light and shadow, showing extreme pain.
Hearing her sarcasm, Meng felt a surge of anger and threw a punch straight at Fu Xingwu. Before the punch even landed, the force of her inner energy caused her white robes to flutter, and she herself seemed to fly up, like a feather dancing in the air, soaring freely in the powerful inner energy. Her movements contained the mysteries of heaven and earth, like a celestial maiden gracefully dancing. Meng unleashed a series of deadly attacks, but couldn't even touch the hem of Fu Xingwu's clothes. He was shocked to realize that her martial arts were actually higher than Ji Xiaoyun's, and his own inner energy had vanished like mud oxen entering the sea. Meanwhile, the opponent's counterattacks were growing stronger, aggravating his injuries, and he couldn't help
but consider retreating. Meng launched several rapid attacks, and taking advantage of a slight opening in Fu Xingwu's defenses, he swiftly dashed towards the open window. "Excuse me
, I won't keep you company any longer. Farewell!" Although he had never imagined leaving in such a sorry state when he broke in through the same window a few hours earlier, he still wanted to maintain some decorum. "Want to leave? Not so easy!" Fu Xingwu chuckled, unexpectedly appearing before Meng and blocking his path. Meng didn't retreat; instead, he unleashed a powerful palm strike, hoping to break through her blockade. He knew that if he retreated, she would relentlessly pursue him, giving him no chance to breathe.
Fu Xingwu seemed intimidated by his desperate momentum, slightly retreating to create an opening. Mr. Meng was secretly delighted and accelerated towards the window. Fu Xingwu's body fell backward, almost horizontally, her slender jade feet extending from beneath her white dress pointing precisely at Meng's ribs, making it seem as if Meng's body had deliberately bumped into her. Meng was terrified; in mid-air, he had no strength left to change his attack, only managing to gather his inner energy at his ribs, hoping to escape this calamity.
Fu Xingwu's toes lightly touched Meng's body, a gentle flow of inner energy entering his body. Meng felt that this power wasn't particularly strong, and just as he was feeling pleased, this inner energy suddenly surged wildly within him, churning his internal organs, as if thousands of steel nails were being driven into him, causing unbearable pain. The true energy flowed through his meridians straight into his heart. Meng's mind went blank for a moment, then everything went black. Like a bird struck by a bullet, he collapsed to the ground.
Fu Xingwu didn't pursue him further, for that surge of true energy had extinguished Meng's life force. She was somewhat puzzled; how could Meng, a Seven Star Lord, be so easily defeated? She didn't know that Meng had actually been severely injured during their fight. She bent down and helped Ji Xiaoyun, who was lying on the ground, to her feet, shaking her shoulders and asking with concern, "Are you alright?"
At her call, Ji Xiaoyun opened her eyes, her mind still very confused, the experience as if she were in a dream. She felt an unusual power being injected into her body. And besides this power, there was another force constantly fighting against it. She was in a state of extreme anxiety, her face flushed, then turned pale, then dark, then purple, with large beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.
"What's wrong with you?" Fu Xingwu grabbed her wrist, channeling a stream of true energy into her, trying to check her condition. An extremely strong suction force, like a black hole, was drawing away her internal energy. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and forcibly cut off her true energy.
"Get away from me!" Under the stimulation of her true energy, the two forces within Ji Xiaoyun suddenly erupted. She reached out and struck Fu Xingwu's shoulder. With a dull thud, Fu Xingwu was sent flying, crashing into the wall. The force was astonishing; blood trickled from the corner of Fu Xingwu's mouth.
"I'm going to kill you!" Ji Xiaoyun's eyes flashed with ferocity as she lunged at her with outstretched arms. Fu Xingwu didn't understand why she had suddenly become so insane. Helpless, she remotely pressed several acupoints on Ji Xiaoyun, temporarily immobilizing her.
Although she had defeated a powerful enemy, an even greater crisis lay ahead. With her extraordinary senses, she discovered that the house was surrounded by dozens of people, and several extremely powerful enemies had already climbed onto the roof, preparing to strike. If it were just her alone, it would be much easier. If she really couldn't beat them, she could easily surround them with "Dance of the Void". But there is also Ji Xiaoyun, who is not in her right mind, which is the biggest burden.
Fu Xingwu had never considered escaping alone, but the predicament before her truly left her helpless. Just as she hesitated, Ji Xiaoyun, whose pressure points had been sealed, let out a "hoarse" sound, and the power within her broke through the sealed pressure points, lunging at her again.
Fu Xingwu used her "Dance of the Void," and despite the confined space, Ji Xiaoyun's frantic attacks couldn't touch her at all. "She must be possessed by a demon, possessed by a demon, possessed by a demon… What should I do?" A thought suddenly flashed through Fu Xingwu's mind. She shouted "Drum!" This shout contained the highest level of Buddhist chanting, which indeed suppressed the demonic energy within Ji Xiaoyun, rendering her as still as a clay sculpture.
Fu Xingwu's master, Zhuge Qinxin, had a very deep connection with Buddhism, and this "Dance of the Void" was said to have been transformed from the Buddhist Heart Sutra. Therefore, when Zhuge Qinxin taught her this unique skill, she also taught her the art of Buddhist chanting, saying, "The Dance of Emptiness contains the mysteries of heaven and earth. When combined with Buddhist chanting, it can purify one's temperament and dispel inner demons." However, Fu Xingwu had never tried it before.
Seeing that the demonic energy was about to break through the restrictions of the chanting, Fu Xingwu let out a soft whistle, like a phoenix crying in the heavens, or like the morning bell and evening drum, containing the true essence of Buddhism. Fu Xingwu, in coordination with the chanting, performed the "Dance of Emptiness" move by move. Ji Xiaoyun was as if frozen in place, her eyes fixed on the gracefully dancing Fu Xingwu, the violent look in her eyes gradually fading.
In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Fu Xingwu saw that her eyes had returned to clarity, knowing that the demonic energy had gone. With a formidable enemy surrounding them, it was not advisable to linger, so she chanted in Buddhist chanting, "The nature of flowers flutters and cannot restrain itself, but the jade heart is pure and unwavering," and then suddenly stood still.
"Are you Fu Xingwu?" Ji Xiaoyun asked.
Fu Xingwu smiled slightly and nodded, "It's me."
A warm feeling welled up in Ji Xiaoyun's heart. Just as she was about to speak, Fu Xingwu gestured to her, pointing to the roof. Ji Xiaoyun didn't understand at first, but then there was a loud crash, and three figures smashed through a large hole in the ceiling and fell from the sky. The leader was a burly man wearing a bronze mask, none other than Mo Zhentian. Behind him were his two generals, Jin Shi Yan Lei and Tian Di Gu Han. The two of them had been carrying out an important mission on the mainland and had only recently returned to Hong Kong. After sneaking onto the roof, the three of them originally intended to act immediately, but influenced by Fu Xingwu's chanting, they waited until now to make their move.
Behind Mo Zhentian's bronze mask, his eyes gleamed as he stared at Fu Xingwu and said, "Did you kill Meng?" Meng had acted on her own without informing Mo Zhentian, but in Hong Kong, what could be hidden from his ears and eyes? Not long after Meng arrived in Yuen Long, he personally led his elite troops to the scene. Because of Meng's identity, he waited outside the building the whole time, not even stopping Fu Xingwu from entering. Until Meng fell from the building, uttering "I've found the witch," before dying.
Mo Zhentian also knew the legend of the thousand-year cycle of demonic reincarnation. He was convinced that the one who killed Meng must be the legendary witch. Later, he sneaked onto the roof and heard Fu Xingwu's Buddhist chanting, mistakenly believing she was doing this to suppress the demonic nature within her, further confirming his suspicions.
Fu Xingwu coldly said, "It was me."
"My son is in your hands?" Mo Zhentian had already received news that his beloved son, Mo Tian, had been captured in Kunming. Although his son was disappointing, blood was thicker than water, and he couldn't help but worry.
Fu Xingwu said, "Yes, that's right. I've crippled your precious son's martial arts." She deliberately provoked Mo Tian's anger. Sure enough, his hair and beard bristled. In a moment of distraction, he dragged Ji Xiaoyun and rushed towards the window with astonishing speed. Yan Lei and Gu Han, on either side, seamlessly blocked their escape route. Fu Xingwu knew she couldn't hesitate at this moment. Before the enemy could surround her, she gently pushed Ji Xiaoyun aside and shot out the window like an arrow.
"There's someone waiting at the intersection, hurry!" Fu Xingwu said, her body seemingly floating. Two powerful and fierce streams of true energy narrowly missed her. Before she could catch her breath, Mo Zhentian roared, his full-power "Heaven-Shaking Divine Skill" seemingly freezing the air in the room, causing Fu Xingwu's agile movements to falter.
"You ignorant brat!" Mo Zhentian flipped his palms, striking down like a mountain crashing down. In terms of internal strength, Fu Xingwu was still a step behind him, but the "Dance of the Void" was more effective against stronger opponents. Just as Mo Zhentian's palms were about to touch her body, Fu Xingwu twisted her body at an incredible angle, suddenly disappearing into thin air, causing Mo Zhentian's powerful palm strike to miss its mark. Under the relentless onslaught of the three, she was like a small boat tossed about in turbulent waves, seemingly in grave danger, yet repeatedly escaping unscathed.
Upstairs, Fu Xingwu held off Mo Zhentian and the others, the most skilled fighters among them. Ji Xiaoyun, who had escaped alone, was immediately surrounded by dozens of Black Dragon Society elites as soon as her feet touched the ground. She tried to break through to the road, but saw Ding Fei, Ren Yuantian, and several other top experts waiting in ambush, ready to trap her. With less than 20% of her remaining strength, she knew she couldn't possibly break through their defenses.
Weighing her options, Ji Xiaoyun made a swift decision and turned back towards the back of the mountain. Although the Black Dragon Society had also set up several lines of defense behind her, they were not as strong as those guarding the road. In the darkness, Ji Xiaoyun ran frantically, having taken countless punches and blows before finally reaching the mountains. Her true energy was completely exhausted; she couldn't even use her lightness skill anymore, and the pursuers were getting closer and closer. She vaguely saw Ding Fei leading the charge.
Reaching a steep slope, she almost didn't hesitate and leaped down. Halfway down, Ji Xiaoyun lost consciousness. Ding Fei led his men to the bottom of the valley, only to find a river more than ten meters wide at the bottom. In the dark night, Ji Xiaoyun had vanished without a trace. He stamped his foot, intending to lead his men to search along the river, when the piercing sound of police sirens rang out in the distance, followed by Mo Zhentian's order to retreat. Left with no other choice, he could only disappear into the night with his men.
...
Fu Xingwu stood by the window, her hair slightly disheveled, a large tear in the shoulder of her shirt revealing several swollen, bloody welts on her bare back. The formidable enemy had left, but the battle had indeed been fraught with danger. Several times, when cornered, she had to resort to suicidal tactics to escape. She didn't know that this was because Mo Zhentian, believing her to be a witch and deserving of capture alive, dared not easily use deadly or insidious methods. Otherwise, she would have had far more than just a few bloody scratches on her back.
Cheng Xuanyin had fully anticipated that Fu Xingwu alone might not be able to resolve the crisis, so she had Zheng Jian lead a Flying Tigers squad on standby. Seeing that things were not going well, Zheng Jian led the Flying Tigers straight in. Although Mo Zhentian was not afraid, it was not appropriate to openly confront the police at this time and place, so he had no choice but to leave dejectedly.
Zheng Jian rushed upstairs and asked, "Where is Ji Xiaoyun?"
"I don't know either," Fu Xingwu said heavily.
Zheng Jian rubbed his hands anxiously and said, "Could she have been captured by the Black Dragon Society? This is terrible!"
Ji Xiaoyun's fate was unknown, and Fu Xingwu was also saddened, but at that time she had no choice. If she was not allowed to leave first, she would not be able to hold out against Mo Zhentian until reinforcements arrived. She looked at the dark night and silently said, "Ji Xiaoyun, where are you?"
...
Yan Lanyin returned home, and Zhou Zhengwei was indeed not back. She didn't turn on the lights and sat on the dark living room sofa, her mind blank. The doctor's suspicious gaze flashed before her eyes, then his furious expression appeared.
Since their marriage, her husband had always been caring and attentive. But she often stayed out all night, and sometimes, even when she was home, she had to rush to Ding Fei's place after a call. There were bruises all over her body from men grabbing and pinching her… She couldn't explain any of this.
She didn't know if Zhou Zhengwei would come home tonight, and if he did, how would she explain it? Would she say that she had been coerced into becoming a man's sex slave? What would his reaction be if she told him the truth? If she divorced him, she wouldn't have anything to say. But perhaps he would seek revenge against the Black Dragon Society. How could a weak scholar like him possibly fight them?
Her situation had already brought shame upon her husband; how could she bear to let him be threatened with his life?
The image of her younger sister, Yan Feixue, flashed before her eyes again, and she seemed to hear her sister's mournful sobs. As the saying goes, only personal experience can truly convey the feeling. Whenever she was raped by a man, she always thought of Yan Feixue. The thought of her beloved sister suffering the same humiliation as herself sent a suffocating, overwhelming grief piercing her heart like steel needles. If it weren't for her sister, she might have chosen death to escape, but now she didn't even have the right to choose death.
Yan Lanyin sat there, only her soft sobs audible in the darkness. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly heard the sound of a key unlocking the door. She quickly wiped away her tears, got up, and turned on the light.
A pungent smell of alcohol filled the air, and Zhou Zhengwei, his face flushed like Guan Yu's, stumbled in. Yan Lanyin reached out to help him, but he pushed her away.
Yan Lanyin forced a smile and said, "There was an emergency meeting today, I was an hour late, you had already left, and I couldn't get through to you on the phone. It's all my fault, I forgot to turn on my phone."
Zhou Zhengwei plopped down on the sofa, his bloodshot eyes revealing extreme distrust. "A meeting, huh? I called your police station, they said you left work on time." Zhou Zhengwei said.
Yan Lanyin calmly said, "This meeting was very confidential, so my colleagues didn't know. It was my fault, I apologize to you." She squatted down in front of Zhou Zhengwei, holding his hand and said, "Believe me, Zhengwei."
Zhou Zhengwei suddenly said, "Are you having another man outside? While I've been busy with work and often away from home, you've been sleeping with other men."
Yan Lanyin's heart trembled, but she still forced herself to remain calm and said, "You're drunk, what are you saying? I only love you, how could I have another man?"
Zhou Zhengwei suddenly waved his hand, and Yan Lanyin was almost knocked to the ground. "Take off your clothes!" he said rudely.
"What are you saying?" Yan Lanyin asked, startled.
Zhou Zhengwei staggered to his feet, pointed at Yan Lanyin, and roared, "Take off your clothes! Did you hear me? I told you to take off your clothes!"
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Lanyin was bewildered by his unusual behavior.
"You're too scared to take them off, aren't you? You've got something to hide! Take them off!" Zhou Zhengwei roared wildly, as if he had lost his mind.
Yan Lanyin hesitated for a moment. Although she didn't quite understand Zhou Zhengwei's intentions, she thought that she was in the wrong today, and it was understandable that he wanted to vent. So she unbuttoned her coat and shirt and threw them aside.
"Is this okay?" Wearing only a bra, Yan Lanyin felt a little cold, but it was much better than being naked on the rooftop that afternoon.
"Take this off too," Zhou Zhengwei said, pointing to the bra.
"Okay." Yan Lanyin unfastened the clasp and took off the bra, her firm breasts exuding endless allure.
Zhou Zhengwei, still relentlessly pointing at her lower body, said, "You still have pants, take them off quickly." Yan Lanyin suddenly realized that he might suspect the matter of her pubic hair being shaved more than half a month ago, but that matter had already been covered up. As she thought this, Yan Lanyin unbuckled her belt and took off her trousers.
"And, take them all off," Zhou Zhengwei said.
Yan Lanyin finally got a little angry and said, "You've gone too far, what exactly do you want to do!"
"You won't take them off, huh! I'll help you take them off." Zhou Zhengwei strode forward and pulled down her underwear.
"Are you crazy!" Yan Lanyin screamed, pushing Zhou Zhengwei's shoulder. He, already quite drunk, staggered back and fell to the floor, but his hand was still tightly gripping the edge of the underwear, tearing Yan Lanyin's newly changed underwear in two.
Seeing her husband fall, Yan Lanyin, disregarding her own nakedness, rushed to help Zhou Zhengwei up, saying, "Are you alright?"
Zhou Zhengwei loudly replied, "I've already checked your medical records. You don't have that kind of illness, and you haven't been to the hospital. How could your pubic hair suddenly disappear?" Zhou Zhengwei had raised this question after Liu Liwei and his gang shaved Yan Lanyin's pubic hair. She explained that it was because she had a gynecological condition and had her pubic hair shaved at the hospital.
Seeing that he had indeed brought up this matter again, Yan Lanyin was prepared and smiled, saying, "I thought you suspected me of something. It's so embarrassing to have that kind of problem. I used a fake name to see a doctor. Although I have to pay some money myself, it would be embarrassing for my colleagues to know when I use my medical card for reimbursement. How about this, I'll bring my medical records tomorrow, is that alright?" Zhou Zhengwei's eyes were half-believing, his mind, numbed by alcohol, was somewhat sluggish. Yan Lanyin gently helped him up and sat him on the sofa, saying softly, "Zhengwei, don't overthink it. I'll make you some ginger soup to sober you up." She reached for her coat on the floor.
"Wait!" Zhou Zhengwei suddenly jumped up again, shouting, "How come you have so many bruises?"
Yan Lanyin knew she had several scratch marks on her thighs and arms, and a few nail scratches near her breasts. Her mind raced, and she calmly replied, "These past few days I've been training some new recruits, so of course I have to set a good example." She then bent down and hugged Zhou Zhengwei, saying, "I work so hard, and you still don't trust me? Don't you love me anymore?"
Although Zhou Zhengwei was still drunk, looking into his wife's tear-filled eyes and feeling her soft, warm breasts pressed against his body, a surge of desire rose within him. He abruptly pushed her onto the sofa. Perhaps due to the alcohol, he was more violent and wild than usual, one hand kneading his wife's fair and delicate body, the other roughly unbuttoning his trousers.
Yan Lanyin clung tightly to her husband. Although his actions were rough, compared to the humiliation she had suffered, it was child's play. At this moment, she was no longer the same person she once was. With her spirit and desire in harmony, her lust began to expand without limit.
Yan Lanyin panted softly, like a female beast in heat, tearing open her husband's clothes. The two naked bodies intertwined tightly, from the sofa to the floor, demanding from each other. Under her guidance, their bodies became one, and Yan Lanyin felt an immense sense of fulfillment and satisfaction.
“Zhengwei…” Yan Lanyin trembled with pleasure, clinging tightly to his neck, whispering in his ear, “I love you, I love you…” Zhou Zhengwei responded with even more forceful thrusts, faster and faster. Her flawless body writhed wildly under the impact, a huge warm current spreading from her abdomen throughout her body, and she floated up in spasms. She screamed continuously, the overwhelming feeling of happiness engulfing her like waves of rising tide. In a round of torrential thrusts, the two reached the peak of pleasure almost simultaneously…
…
Exhausted, Zhou Zhengwei fell into a deep sleep in her arms, but Yan Lanyin couldn't sleep at all. Tomorrow was Saturday, and she had to go to Ding Fei's place for some more training. The thought of this instantly extinguished the last bit of pleasure she had.
What should I do? She silently asked herself, but there was no answer.

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