[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 4

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Chapter 25 of the First Part: Fallen Dragon World: Do Not Do to Others What You Would Not Want Done to Yourself.
Wu Long's ferocious attack caused Yue Laosan's expression to change drastically. He barely managed to parry with a powerful movement, like a tyrant lifting a tripod. Bang! The steel scissors shattered instantly. Yue Laosan, disregarding his appearance, rolled away to avoid the attack. Wu Long slammed his leg into the ground, creating a loud thud and a huge mark, truly like a giant axe.

Wu Long didn't pursue, because he keenly sensed a violent ripple in the air, and a powerful, sharp force shot towards his 'Quepen' acupoint. Wu Long used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to dodge, and the force struck the ground, creating a crater. Wu Long knew this was undoubtedly the release of the One-Finger Divine Skill; Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evils, had finally made his move. Wu Long dared not be careless and adopted a fighting stance to confront Duan. Duan arrived gracefully, saying nothing, and with a sharp crack of his cane, aimed directly at Wu Long's seven acupoints below the throat—fatal points. Even with Wu Long's unusual constitution, a single strike wouldn't guarantee survival.

Wu Long knew that acupoint striking was a profound skill in martial arts; close combat with masters was perilous, and acupoint striking could both defeat the enemy and protect oneself—truly a supreme technique. Although Duan was disabled, he used his cane as a leg, his demeanor calm and composed. His strength, skill, form, and power were all perfectly balanced. What appeared ordinary was actually a masterful feat, his moves flawless. Wu Long dodged with light, agile steps, carefully observing the situation. After exchanging a few blows, Duan noticed that Wu Long didn't seem particularly afraid of the One-Finger Divine Skill

's acupoint striking technique. He then used his internal speech to say, "Good lad, your entire body's meridians have been reversed, and all your acupoints have shifted. This kind of divine skill of shifting meridians has been lost to the martial world for centuries. This woman seems to be Duan Zhengchun's woman. What does she have to do with you? Why don't you leave?"

"Sometimes trouble arises from within. Some people collude with foreign enemies just for their own benefit!"

Wu Long sneered. Duan Yanqing's lips finally moved. He looked at Wu Long and said calmly,

"It seems you know quite a bit, young brother!"

Wu Long coldly replied, "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place. Don't you understand this principle?"

Duan Yanqing's eyes seemed to say

, "Cao Mengde said it well: 'I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me!'"

Wu Long said,

"A person's world is as big as their heart, which is why he ultimately couldn't unify the Central Plains!"

Duan Yanqing's eyes suddenly flashed, then he said calmly...

"So what? If we can't unify the Central Plains, we'll stay in Dali!"

Wu Long laughed.

"I'm afraid even Dali can't contain you! If we continue fighting, who do you think will win?"

Duan Yanqing said,

"My skill is slightly better, but if we really fight, I'll suffer from my crippled body, and you'll ultimately defeat me."

Wu Long continued, "Then do we still want to continue?"

Duan Yanqing didn't answer, but transferred the iron staff in his right hand to his left. With a hiss, his right index finger pointed at Wu Long. Wu Long dodged to the side. Duan Yanqing then thrust with his middle finger. Wu Long's expression turned serious, and he continued to dodge. Duan Yanqing's third move was a sweep with his ring finger, and his fourth move was a light flick with his little finger, which Wu Long dodged one by one. When it came to the fifth move, Duan Yanqing pressed down with his thumb, but not towards Wu Long, but towards Zhong Ling. Of the five fingers, the thumb is the shortest and therefore the least nimble, but the force it carries is the strongest. If Zhong Ling were to be struck by this force, she would likely face a life-threatening situation.

Wu Long roared, "Despicable!" and rushed towards Zhong Ling. With

a sharp screech, a bang! Wu Long quickly shielded Zhong Ling with his body, his finger striking Wu Long's right chest. His clothes were pierced, a wisp of black smoke rose, and blood and flesh flowed from his shoulder. Fortunately, Wu Long's body was extremely strong; an ordinary person would have been killed long ago. Although his internal organs weren't directly pierced, the powerful finger strike nearly displaced his internal organs, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and feel dizzy.

The cane, emitting a strange light, rose from behind Duan Yanqing, twisted in the air, and then transformed into a bolt of lightning, tearing through the spatial limitations and instantly traversing the limited distance between them, striking towards Wu Long. The soul-piercing shriek was like the wailing of a ghost, sending chills down one's spine.

Facing Duan Yanqing's imposing aura, Wu Long resolutely took the lead. He stomped his feet against the ground, his body transforming into a wisp of smoke. Raising his cane high in the air, he unleashed a thunderous, lightning-fast downward strike, his ferocious killing intent sweeping across the battlefield. Wu Long roared, his fists pounding and crashing faster and faster. His figure blurred again, and the air crackled with the sharp whistling of fists tearing through the air. Rows of incredibly powerful energy surged outwards, followed by a surge of immense power comparable to a raging tidal wave, soaring into the sky with astonishing force. Suddenly, the air itself seemed to vibrate, ripples visible to the naked eye. Then, a turbulent roar erupted, the air itself being ripped open, creating a vacuum. This was—Void Break!

The point of impact between the two exploded with a deafening "Boom!", unleashing a wild gust of wind that surged in all directions.

Despite the raging wind behind them, the two men landed motionless, and the only sound in the air was their rapid breathing. After a moment, Wu Long's body trembled, and a long, narrow wound opened up in his abdomen, cut by Duan Yanqing's internal energy. Bright red blood gushed from the wound, and his face turned ashen. He groaned and quickly pressed one hand against the wound, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out.

"Brother Wu [the scoundrel], are you alright?"

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling rushed over. Zhong Ling, tears streaming down her face, frantically bandaged Wu Long's wounds. Duan Yanqing's face was ashen, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His cane was completely twisted and unusable. The other three villains hurriedly ran over, saying,

"Boss, are you alright?"

Yue Laosan roared,

"Damn it, how dare he injure my boss! I'll break your neck!"

"Come back, you're no match for him,"

Duan Yanqing said weakly. Yue Laosan knew he was no match for Wu Long. Although Wu Long appeared injured, wounded beasts are the most dangerous, let alone a powerful first-rate expert. If Duan Yanqing hadn't launched a sneak attack, he definitely wouldn't have been able to hurt Wu Long. Duan Yanqing said,

"Let's go."

"Wait!"

Wu Long's recovery ability was extremely strong. In just a few words, his complexion had improved considerably, and the wound had stopped bleeding. The four villains were now on high alert.

"What do you want?"

Wu Long looked at Ye Erniang and said,

"I just have something to say to you: 'Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you.' Your plight is indeed pitiful, but aren't those whose children you killed also pitiful? If you sincerely want to live a better life, then I can tell you the news you most want."

Without waiting for a reply, Wu Long said,

"Ling'er, Miss Mu, let's go."

Wu Long picked up the already drowsy Qin Hongmian, used his lightness skill to leave, and Mu Wanqing glared fiercely at the four villains, then Zhong Ling followed behind Wu Long. After a long while, Ye Erniang reacted, excitedly wanting to shout, but no sound came out. She could only look at the empty distance, the phrase 'Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you' constantly echoing in her heart, and tears welled up for no reason.

Next Chapter: Dying Under the Shura Blade, Even as a Ghost, I'll Still Be Romantic 1

Part One: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World Chapter Twenty-Six: Teasing the Shura Blade

Wu Long picked up the drowsy Qin Hongmian and used his lightness skill to leave. Mu Wanqing glared fiercely at the four villains, and then Zhong Ling followed behind Wu Long. After a long while, Ye Erniang reacted and tried to shout excitedly, but no sound came out. She could only look at the empty distance. The phrase "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you" kept echoing in her heart, and tears welled up for no reason.

Back at the inn, Wu Long went upstairs under the waiter's surprised gaze. Wu Long smelled the alcohol on Qin Hongmian and said,

"Ling'er, buy me some medicine to treat my external injuries. Mu, go and prepare some tea to sober up your master."

The two women were concerned about his injuries and obediently nodded and left. Wu Long put Qin Hongmian on the bed and looked at her beautiful figure. The black sand covering her body could not hide her graceful curves. Her curvaceous body was faintly visible. Her jade breasts were high and firm, her snow-white legs were slender and long, round and beautiful, and her slender waist could be grasped with one hand. Her beautiful eyes, seemingly half-drunk and half-awake, were like a pool of crystal-clear spring water, clear and transparent yet with a hazy mist, captivatingly beautiful. Her delicately oval face, paired with tender, cherry-red lips, a charmingly pretty nose, and a delicately upturned chin, exuded a gentle and alluring charm.

Bathed in soft light, she resembled a fairy descended from heaven, her breathtaking beauty truly enough to shame the flowers and eclipse the moon, making fish sink and geese fall from the sky. Wu Long never considered himself a gentleman, nor did he believe he had much resistance to beautiful women. Now, with only the two of them alone in the room, Wu Long lowered his head, cupped Qin Hongmian's crystal-clear, pure, and exquisitely beautiful face in his hands, took a deep breath, and without hesitation, leaned in for a kiss, intending to steal a moment of sweet fragrance. At that moment, Qin Hongmian opened her eyes, startled by the sight of his large head approaching. Seeing that she seemed to have sobered up somewhat, Wu Long secretly regretted it and withdrew his head.

After regaining her composure, Qin Hongmian saw Wu Long standing before her, his eyes fixed on her with a look that was both familiar and strange. Familiar because the person she had missed every moment of the past eighteen years often wore that same expression in his eyes when he looked at her; strange because since their parting eighteen years ago, she could only yearn for him, love him, and hate him in her dreams… all only in her dreams.

“No! Don’t look at me like that!”

Qin Hongmian suddenly became somewhat frantic, leaping from the bed and brandishing her short knife, aiming a slash at Wu Long! Although Wu Long was startled, he smiled slightly, anticipating Qin Hongmian’s wrist as she gripped the knife, and with lightning speed, seized it! Then, with a sudden thrust, Qin Hongmian cried out in surprise, involuntarily pulled backward by Wu Long until they reached the foot of the bed. Wu Long forcefully pressed her body onto the bed, his handsome face close to Qin Hongmian's still-plump and beautiful face. He gently kissed her cheek, then whispered in her ear:

"To die under the Shura Blade, even as a ghost, is still romantic."

Wu Long's casual remark struck Qin Hongmian like a thunderbolt! Qin Hongmian trembled, tears streaming down her face. It turned out that the night Qin Hongmian, who roamed the martial world with her Shura Blade, lost her virginity to that man, she had been kissed on the cheek, and those were the very words he had spoken.

For eighteen years, those ten words, "To die under the Shura Blade, even as a ghost, is still romantic," had echoed in her heart and ears thousands of times. Now, suddenly hearing someone say them again, she was overwhelmed with shame, anger, sweetness, and bitterness—a hundred emotions swirling within her.

Wu Long had no idea that his words had stirred such a storm in Qin Hongmian's heart. Seeing her face streaked with tears yet offering no resistance, Wu Long assumed she had given in and planted a heavy kiss on her cherry lips, kissing her deeply.

A soft "clang" sounded as the "Shura Blade" in Qin Hongmian's hand fell to the ground. She opened her arms and hugged Wu Long tightly: "Duan Zhengchun... no, Duan Lang... Brother Chun... I missed you so much... For the past eighteen years, I've thought of you every night... Brother Chun..."

Her passion initially startled Wu Long, but hearing her murmur another man's name, he realized he had mistaken her for the man who played "Duan Zhengchun." Seeing her intense reaction, Wu Long was happy not to expose her, but instead kissed Qin Hongmian's sensual red lips even more gently, his tongue also busy, darting out from her mouth to take advantage of the situation, circling her thin lips.

Finally, Qin Hongmian reacted, her small mouth slightly open. Wu Long's nimble tongue seized the opportunity to strike, constantly caressing between her lips. When Qin Hongmian opened her mouth as Wu Long desired, her pearly teeth made way, Wu Long's large tongue immediately plunged in, wrapping around Qin Hongmian's sweet little tongue and rubbing it incessantly, stimulating her. It also occasionally penetrated deep into the sides of Qin Hongmian's mouth, licking from the root of her tongue to the tip, and then teasing her tongue with the tip of his tongue. Through teasing in six directions—up and down, front and back, left and right—Qin Hongmian finally reacted. Her struggles slowly stopped, and she tightly hugged Wu Long's back, no longer letting Wu Long lead her little tongue around alone.

Qin Hongmian surprisingly began to retaliate, as if she had stumbled upon a fun game. Her saliva increased noticeably, and the two of them swallowed the "nectar" they had snatched from each other's mouths, their tongues constantly sucking and slurping, sometimes in Wu Long's mouth, sometimes in Yue'er's. Qin Hongmian occasionally let out a low moan, her unique sensuality. Finally, they were completely immersed in the moment. Wu Long even felt as if their souls had merged into one, soaring in the clouds, floating in blissful ecstasy. He never imagined that the fusion of souls could be so wonderful.

After a long while, their lips parted, but the glistening fluid remained connected, looking incredibly erotic. Wu Long was overjoyed and began to use his hands, groping Qin Hongmian's body. Although there was a layer of clothing between them, Wu Long's skill was boundless; his hands moved with an arousing heat, sometimes kneading Qin Hongmian's high breasts, sometimes gently exploring her mysterious crotch. This was a seductive technique learned from the *Yin Yang He Shen Gong* (a martial arts manual) he had stolen from Yun Zhonghe.

Under Wu Long's influence, Qin Hongmian's face was flushed, her large, beautiful eyes seemed to be brimming with tears, and she breathed heavily, clearly overwhelmed with passion! Seeing Qin Hongmian's burning desire, Wu Long thought the time was right and no longer hesitated. He reached for the buttons on her jacket and slowly unbuttoned them one by one. Qin Hongmian breathed heavily, feigning resistance while simultaneously offering her advances, appearing as docile and shy as a newlywed wife, which fueled Wu Long's lust. He vigorously sucked on Qin Hongmian's tongue while his hands continued their work.

Soon, Qin Hongmian's clothes gradually fell to the ground, revealing her smooth, satin-like, yet incredibly elastic skin. The passionate kiss continued for a while, until Wu Long began to lose patience. His lips reluctantly parted from those intoxicating cherry lips, his left arm encircling Qin Hongmian's waist. His right hand reached to undo his belt, but at that moment, a sharp "slap" rang out, and Wu Long received a heavy slap across the face. An

ordinary person would likely have been stunned by such a blow, taking a long time to recover. However, Wu Long was impervious to blows; the slap didn't even make his face turn red. Looking up, he saw Qin Hongmian angrily picking up the clothes he had just removed from her, barely covering her naked upper body.

It turned out that after Wu Long stopped kissing her, the power of his "Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill" had temporarily vanished from Qin Hongmian's body, and her previously confused mind had suddenly cleared! She immediately realized that Wu Long was not the Duan Zhengchun she had been longing for, and in her anger and shame, she had slapped Wu Long with extraordinary force.

Seeing the situation was dire, Wu Long thought he couldn't let his prize slip away, or it would be a disaster. He quickly leaped up, grabbed Qin Hongmian's hand as she was dressing, and used his "flirting techniques" to pull her tightly into his arms. Qin Hongmian struggled desperately this time, but her skills were far inferior to Wu Long's. Despite her best efforts, she remained trapped under his hold and couldn't escape.

Qin Hongmian's clothes, which she hadn't yet put on, fell to the ground again. She was now fully aware that Wu Long wasn't the man she was waiting for. Being exposed naked before this stranger, even killing him afterward wouldn't quell her hatred. To make matters worse, this man's internal strength was so formidable that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free. Even more disturbingly, that intoxicating scent that had previously made her lose her senses emanated from him again. She couldn't even tell if she felt disgust or anticipation…

Chapter 27 of Part 1, Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: Teasing the Asura Blade 2.

Wu Long dared not be negligent, unleashing the full power of his newly mastered "Yin Yang Harmony Technique." He stimulated Qin Hongmian's body relentlessly through his hands, mouth, and other means. His hands, warm and gentle, kneaded Qin Hongmian's firm breasts, occasionally flicking and playing with her nipples; his lips roamed greedily over her cheeks and cherry lips.

The wonder of the "Yin-Yang Harmony Technique" was that it could stimulate a woman's body to arouse her inner lust. Whether chaste and virtuous or wanton and wanton, all would be intoxicated by this divine stimulation.

Although Qin Hongmian only had Duan Zhengchun in her heart, under Wu Long's teasing, she finally slowly became aroused.

Wu Long sensed the messages emanating from Qin Hongmian's mature body, and slowly pressed his thigh between Qin Hongmian's legs. Qin Hongmian's legs suddenly closed tightly, but Wu Long persisted for a moment. Qin Hongmian finally seemed unable to bear the emptiness in her lower body, desperately wanting to find something to soothe herself, and finally, half-heartedly, she opened her legs!

Wu Long's thigh finally slipped between Qin Hongmian's two naked legs. Even through her trousers, Wu Long could clearly feel that Qin Hongmian's lower body was already overflowing with desire! The wetness seeped through Wu Long's trousers, a stark reminder of the torment Qin Hongmian was enduring!

Wu Long secretly marveled at the power and domineering nature of this "Yin-Yang Harmony Technique." The sight of such a hot and alluring mature naked woman struggling and moaning in his arms fueled his own lust. This time, Wu Long dared not be careless. His mouth and body moved incessantly, and he swiftly removed all his clothes, becoming naked himself, tightly embracing Qin Hongmian.

Qin Hongmian saw that Wu Long was completely naked… The difference in their martial arts skills was so vast that Qin Hongmian knew she was doomed to be taken by Wu Long today. Normally, she would rather die than submit, but today she had drunk too much and was already too weak to handle the alcohol. Furthermore, Wu Long's Yin-Yang Divine Skill's flirting techniques were extremely domineering. The intense masculine scent she felt from this man, though vastly different from the one she longed for every day, was still intoxicating, captivating, and made her willing to give everything…

But at this moment, the last vestige of clarity flashed through Qin Hongmian's mind, and she struggled to say, "No! Don't!"

Wu Long naturally took this as a feigned acceptance, pressing his penis against her vulva, ready to penetrate her completely! But at this moment, Qin Hongmian's expression suddenly changed, and she pleaded,

"Not here... not here again... if you rape me here, I'd rather die than submit to you!"

Wu Long's mind stirred; he knew what her concerns were. Since Zhong Ling and the other two women would be back soon, he said,

"Hongmian, if I don't make love to you here, will you submit to me from now on?"

Qin Hongmian's face flushed red. For eighteen years, she had hated all men in the world. In those eighteen years, countless lecherous men had died by her arrows, but none had ever moved her heart! But now, under Wu Long's "Yin Yang Harmony Technique," Qin Hongmian's tightly closed heart was no longer impenetrable. Once the torment of her sexual desire found an outlet, it was impossible to control.

In fact, her heart was already filled with longing for the man before her, but she couldn't let herself succumb to it. Therefore, she had to find a way to regain her dignity.

Wu Long gently comforted her, "Sister Hongmian, is that Duan Zhengchun still worth your longing? Will you be as happy with him as you are with me? Give him up, and I will give you eternal happiness. If I break my promise, may heaven punish me."

"Not here... Wan'er and the others are coming back, later, later..." At this point, Qin Hongmian was overcome with shyness, like a virgin entering her bridal chamber for the first time, gently burying her head in Wu Long's arms.

Wu Long couldn't help but feel overjoyed. Such a mature and beautiful woman was willing to let him have his way, which was truly a pleasant surprise. Since that was the case, there was no need to rush. Wu Long released Qin Hongmian's body and stared at her intently. Qin Hongmian also stared back at Wu Long blankly. For a moment, both of them forgot that they were both naked.

Wu Long looked at Qin Hongmian; her face was as clear as a crescent moon, as white as snow on a flowering tree, truly exquisitely beautiful, only her eyebrows were slightly... Xu Shangyang's expression hardened, a hint of ruthlessness creeping into his eyes. The faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes seemed to tell tales of the hardships this woman had endured.

When Qin Hongmian looked at Wu Long, the man before her was even more dashing and charming than Duan Zhengchun, whom she had once been infatuated with—a man both strange and familiar, a man she both loved and hated. At this moment, in Qin Hongmian's heart, this second man was more important than the first. The first man's time together had been too brief, and he was too far removed from her dreams. Duan Zhengchun could not give her a title, nor could he offer her a lasting companionship.

And this second man, though seemingly a villain, and having taken advantage of her vulnerability, forcing himself on her when she was most heartbroken and desperate... She had cleared her name, though she hadn't truly experienced pleasure. But tonight's events were no different from actually taking her life. Duan Zhengchun, oh Duan Zhengchun, you've wronged me for eighteen years. My junior sister, to get revenge on you, was willing to marry an incredibly ugly man. That slut surnamed Wang also married someone else. Only I endured eighteen years of loneliness for you. Was I too foolish, knowing there was no hope yet still persisting? Let today's events sever our ill-fated relationship.

As her thoughts raced, Wu Long kissed her small mouth, his tongue darting inside, sweeping across it, exhaling a breath of yang energy that penetrated her throat. At the same time, his other... His hands began to roam over Qin Hongmian's delicate body, injecting yin and yang energy into various acupoints, further stimulating her desire. In less than ten seconds, Qin Hongmian was already lost in passion, her hands tightly embracing Wu Long's waist, letting out soft moans and gasps. However, her mouth was covered, only allowing her to make muffled sounds. Her head shook, and her body trembled.

Qin Hongmian's kiss was deep and passionate, far surpassing the forceful assault Wu Long had just given her. Wu Long was overjoyed, his tongue greedily entwining with Qin Hongmian's fragrant tongue, unwilling to separate for a long time. Their saliva mingled, and for a moment, they lost all sense of time. After a long while,

Wu Long said,

"Sister Qin's rouge is truly wonderful; I am extremely fortunate." "

Under the influence of Wu Long's affectionate and sweet words, Qin Hongmian was momentarily stunned by his fiery passion. Before she could react, Wu Long kissed her fragrant lips again with deep tenderness.

This time, Wu Long didn't just kiss her; he even slipped his tongue into Qin Hongmian's mouth, entwining it with her soft, smooth tongue. He sucked on her soft, smooth tongue and her sweet, nectar-like saliva.

After a long while, Wu Long suddenly leaned back, pursed his lips, and smiled, "Sister Qin, not only is your lipstick quite nice, but your saliva is also incredibly fragrant..." Qin

Hongmian was first stunned, then filled with resentment and hatred. She raised her jade arm and punched him, saying hatefully, "You...you brat...you big bad guy..."

Wu Long laughed heartily, grabbed her fist, and said, "To put it bluntly, Sister Qin is saying I'm a bastard, and wants this bastard to die, right?" Wu

Long held her arm tightly, but made no further moves, only gazing at Qin Hongmian with a dreamy smile.

Qin Hongmian herself didn't know why she let this man take liberties with her. It felt like she had met Duan Zhengchun eighteen years ago, even more infatuated and docile than she had been then. Qin Hongmian blushed under Wu Long's gaze and said shyly, "You're so frivolous! You said you'd apologize and make amends, but where's your action?"

Wu Long grinned, "Sister Qin is so beautiful, I couldn't help but stare."

Qin Hongmian murmured,

"Don't you really care about my age? Aren't you afraid that in ten or twenty years I'll be old? Aren't you afraid I'll be past my prime?"

Wu Long chuckled, "Hongmian, are you afraid that after ten or twenty years with me I'll abandon you? In short, I will never abandon anyone I love, no matter what they become! You can believe me."

"Oh, really? Sometimes, sweet words are easy to say, but to actually do them is..." What they were afraid of, Qin Hongmian and Wu Long both knew perfectly well.

Wu Long stared into Qin Hongmian's eyes and saw her hesitation. "Heh, Hongmian, don't you want to give me a chance to prove myself? Can you bear to watch an opportunity so close slip away? Don't you want to experience true love?"

"An opportunity? True love?" Qin Hongmian's eyes were unfocused. Wu Long remained silent.

After a long silence, Qin Hongmian finally spoke, "Can you guarantee it?" Wu Long lovingly embraced her, "Don't worry, I'll definitely keep my promise. Who am I? I'm a little monk even Buddha wouldn't dare punish!"

Qin Hongmian pulled away,

"But you... you'll still have many women."

Wu Long knew what she was worried about and made a big promise, "Don't worry, I'll treat them all equally. I'll never be like that person who's endlessly devoted."

Seeing his confident expression, Qin Hongmian sighed softly and said, "Why didn't I meet you sooner?" Wu Long took the opportunity to pull her closer, savoring the charm of a mature woman and inhaling her fragrance, and whispered in her ear, "It's not too late to meet you now, is it?" Suddenly,

footsteps approached. Wu Long knew the two women had arrived. The two women snapped out of their daze, quickly dressed, and tidied themselves up. The speed of martial artists was indeed different; they quickly returned to normal. However, the blush on Qin Hongmian's face was even more intense, and her body beneath her clothes seemed to be stained with the color of roses.

Part 1: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 28: The Enchanting Second Sister 1

Late at night, Wu Long couldn't sleep. The alluring body of Qin Hongmian kept flashing through his mind. He'd been aroused today, but couldn't truly experience pleasure, which frustrated him. Now, Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing were sleeping together. Although Wu Long felt a pang of heartache, he was helpless. He used his internal energy to listen to the quiet conversation between Mu Wanqing and her daughter. Clearly, Mu Wanqing was still struggling to accept what had happened that day. After listening for a while, Wu Long focused his attention on Zhong Ling. The little girl was obviously asleep, her breathing even, but she seemed to be murmuring something. Listening closely, Wu Long's heart burned even hotter.

"Ugh~~ Brother Wu, no, it's so embarrassing..."

"I know you'll have many women in the future, but as long as you're always good to me, I'm willing..."

"No~~"

The little girl was having a wet dream, and the object of her dream was him. Wu Long's heart itch uncontrollably, and his inner lust flared up even more. Xiao Long's desires had intensified since he began cultivating the mutated Northern Darkness Divine Art. He had been with Gan Baobao in the Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities for several days, yet hadn't touched a woman, which was causing him great distress. Xiao Long

thought to himself,

"

So be it! I've decided. Starting tonight, I'll become a lecherous thief and possess all the beautiful women of Tianlong."

After a brief struggle, Xiao Long decided to let his lower body dictate his thoughts. Going with the flow wasn't in his nature, but suppressing his desires was also not his style.

"At most, I won't betray her sincere heart!"

Xiao Long found a good excuse for himself. Or rather, it wasn't an excuse, but his determination. Being a lecher is not a long-term profession. Most of them die within three to five years of starting out, making it one of the most volatile professions in the martial arts world. The vast majority of the survivors are disabled in the line of duty, losing the very basic qualifications to be a lecher. Only a very few can live out their remaining years in comfort.

Wu Long secretly left the room and went to Zhong Ling's door. He glanced down at her, then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself,

"Quickly finish this, quickly finish this..." He then swiftly pulled out a bamboo tube... (Origin unknown...), a sinister, lewd smile appeared on Wu Long's face. He gently pushed the door open a crack, put one end of the bamboo tube to his mouth, and inserted the other end into the crack. Then, like someone habitually smoking, he took a drag...

"Cough cough..."

Wu Long staggered back a few steps as if electrocuted, removed the bamboo tube from his mouth, and exhaled a cloud of smoke containing an unusual amount of smoke. He coughed softly, muttering,

"**, I used to smoke too much, it's become a habit..."

With great difficulty, he suppressed the effects of the "One-Mile Fragrance" drug, which he had created in Wanjie Valley using the book he had taken from Yun Zhonghe. This was an incredibly domineering aphrodisiac. Wu Long took a deep breath, went to the door again, pushed it open a crack, and with a sinister and lewd smile, inserted one end of the bamboo tube into the crack...

"What are you doing, sneaking around like that?" A woman's voice suddenly rang out behind Wu

Long. Startled, Wu Long's already guilty conscience flared even more. He whirled around, forgetting to take the bamboo tube out of his mouth, and exhaled a breath of air...

A plume of white smoke was blown out of the bamboo tube by Wu Long's breath, abruptly and violently spraying it all onto the face of the woman who had appeared like a ghost behind him.

"Ugh..." Wu Long tried to speak, baring his teeth and claws, but realizing he couldn't utter a word, he remembered he still had the bamboo tube in his mouth. He quickly spat it out and looked closely—it was Ye Erniang! Ye Erniang was quite beautiful and dignified, with a good figure, long legs, a slender waist, and a full bottom. She was incredibly alluring. She was nearly thirty, the most mature time in a woman's life. Her appearance might not have been as ethereal as Zhong Ling or Mu Wanqing, but she possessed a certain charm in her simplicity. Of course, aside from the somewhat unsightly scratches on her face.

Ye Erniang felt the change in her body and her expression changed.

"What did you spray?"

she asked. "A thousand miles of fragrance!"

Wu Long replied matter-of-factly, a strange smile creeping onto his face. A blush gradually appeared on Ye Erniang's snow-white skin. She said with some fear, "A thousand miles of fragrance?"

Wu Long nodded. "That's right, not a thousand miles of fragrance. The kind your fourth brother is most proud of." "

Ye Erniang roared,

"Despicable!"

She quickly held her breath. Wu Long sighed and said,

"Alas, although I knew you would come to find me, I didn't expect you to choose such an inopportune time. This fragrance can not only enter the mouth, but also the nose. It can even enter through the pores. It is all-pervasive and impenetrable."

Ye Erniang could no longer answer, breathing rapidly, her legs desperately clenching together. She could feel the uncontrollable dampness between her thighs. Wu Long, without hesitation, with unwavering determination, passionate and righteous, grabbed Su Xiuxiang around the waist and lifted her up horizontally with a slight effort. Her body was incredibly hot, soft as water, and her mind was almost completely hazy. The sticky fluid between her thighs had already flowed from the root of her thighs to her knees. When Wu Long caught her knees, he felt his hands covered in sticky fluid.

Wu Long said,

"Very well, I was just reluctant to eat Ling'er so soon. Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, I won't be polite."

Ye Erniang's eyes were half-open, her red lips half-closed, and she murmured unconsciously. One hand was pressed tightly against her chest, and the other was placed between her legs, squeezing and rubbing them tightly. Wu Long thought for a moment, afraid of disturbing Zhong Ling and the others, and immediately used his Storm Movement Technique to quickly leave the inn.

In a grove of trees, Wu Long quickly stripped Ye Erniang of her clothes. Ye Erniang's graceful figure had smooth, flawless skin, as clear as jade. Her breasts were as smooth as snow and cream, with a pair of proud, full, and white breasts. The nipples on her breasts were as red and alluring as agate. Her waist was slender, her buttocks were round and full, and her legs were shapely and long. There was no gap between her thighs, and they were tightly pressed together. Wu Long also took off his clothes, ready to press against her entrance, about to penetrate her completely!

A gust of cold wind roused Ye Erniang, who

pleaded, "Not here...not here...only beasts would do such a thing...If you want me to submit...find a safe place...if you rape me here, I'd rather die than submit to you!"

Wu Long, no fool who had never seen a woman before, immediately picked up Ye Erniang and ran away at breakneck speed. He enjoyed the thrill of the speed while simultaneously groping Ye Erniang's breasts. Ye Erniang initially tried to resist, but under Wu Long's relentless assault, she finally yielded, allowing his hands to explore her breasts, and gradually began to moan with pleasure.

Wu Long's penis was already hard as iron, rising and falling with the running, extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately, after running for a while, they saw a small mountain at the foot of a distant mountain. The temple. Wu Long arrived at the temple, which was deserted and empty. He picked up Ye Erniang's delicate body and carried her inside.

Inside, he saw only a small altar, devoid of incense. Wu Long put Ye Erniang down and eagerly stripped himself naked. Ye Erniang's face was flushed with desire; though she remained silent, her expression revealed her inner longing.

Wu Long first cleaned the dust from the altar, then gently placed Ye Erniang on it, leaping up and immediately unbuttoning her soaked clothes. Ye Erniang kept her eyes tightly closed, unable to watch Wu Long's actions.

Seeing her eager anticipation, Wu Long, realizing his own little dragon was nearing its limit, stopped teasing. He aimed at Ye Erniang's delicate jade gate, thrusting forward and penetrating it completely! Ye

Erniang let out a soft moan, trembling with pain. Clearly, she hadn't expected Wu Long to be so impatient. Having been deprived of sexual pleasure for over a decade, how could she possibly withstand Wu Long's enormous member? This was truly agonizing for her. Cold sweat poured down her back, her teeth clenched around her red lips, and large beads of sweat streamed down her forehead. (The following is promotional material: "

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The ferocious little dragon suddenly entered Ye Erniang's body. Ye Erniang let out a soft moan, trembling all over in pain. Clearly, she hadn't expected Wu Long to be so impatient. Having been deprived of sexual pleasure for eighteen years, how could she possibly withstand his enormous python? This was truly agonizing for her. Cold sweat poured down her back, her teeth clenched tightly around her red lips, and large beads of sweat streamed down her forehead.

At this moment, Wu Long was already quite experienced with women making love to him for the first time. Furthermore, having practiced the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill," he knew a great deal about the various manifestations of female intercourse. Wu Long whispered in Ye Erniang's ear,

"My beauty, just bear with it for now. I'll let you experience the ultimate pleasure in the world!" Then

, Ye Erniang's lips were sealed by Wu Long's large, masculine mouth. She felt a nimble, soft tongue tapping against her teeth, its tip exploring the area around them. His mischievous hand slid down to her buttocks, caressing them. Waves of shyness sent shivers through her body, and her teeth were forced open. His tongue entwined and sucked on her delicate tongue—a sensation no woman, starved for years, could resist. Soon, her arms wrapped tightly around Wu Long's neck.

Wu Long's kiss was skillful, his caresses measured and rhythmic. The timing was perfect, neither abrupt nor unexpected, yet it ignited a burning desire within her. Wu Long kissed Ye Erniang's small mouth, his tongue darting inside, sweeping across it, and exhaling a breath of yang energy that penetrated her throat. At the same time, his other hand began to roam over Ye Erniang's delicate body, injecting yin and yang energy into her various jade gates, further stimulating her lust. In less than ten seconds, Ye Erniang was already lost in passion, her hands tightly embracing Wu Long's waist, emitting soft moans and gasps, though her mouth was sealed shut. It emitted a whimpering sound, its head shook, and its delicate body trembled.

These were all flirting techniques recorded in the *Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill*, which Wu Long had seized from Yun Zhonghe. It also had a special name: the "Cloud-Turning and Rain-Covering Hand." The *Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill* was originally a dual cultivation technique. The preface stated that the Jade Emperor became an immortal by seduceing countless women, eventually becoming the Jade Emperor of the celestial realm. Of course, Wu Long didn't believe this myth, but the statement that during sexual intercourse, yin and yang could be harmonized and mutually beneficial filled him with ecstasy. Next came the explanation of yin and yang, stating that the energies of heaven and earth... Beyond the distinction between Yin and Yang, the intercourse of men and women constitutes the balance of the entire universe. Therefore, the union of men and women is in accordance with the Way of Heaven. As long as the method is appropriate, one can gather the Qi of Heaven and Earth while enjoying pleasure, thereby greatly increasing one's power and ultimately reaching the realm of Heaven and Man. This explains some characteristics of the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill. In addition to increasing power during intercourse, the most important thing is that it can unconsciously change a person's physique and temperament while cultivating, and can generate a strong attraction to women. Of course, this does not mean that women will fall in love with him at first sight, but rather that they will unconsciously develop a liking for him.

The *Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill* is composed of three martial arts techniques: first, the "Burning Desire" mental method; second, the "Overturning Clouds and Rain Hand"; and third, the "Nine Transformations of the Cloud Dragon" lightness skill. The "Overturning Clouds and Rain Hand" is a technique used to arouse a woman's desire, and it can also be used to kill. The "Nine Transformations of the Cloud Dragon" is hailed as the most handsome and fastest lightness skill in the world. According to Wu Long's understanding, the three techniques accompanying the "Burning Desire" mental method are all for lewd purposes. He would first use the "Nine Transformations of the Cloud Dragon" to sneak into a woman's room, then use the "Overturning Clouds and Rain Divine Skill" to arouse her desire, indulge in lewdness, and then use the "Free and Easy Wandering" lightness skill to escape. If he encountered a formidable opponent, he would have to use... The ability to manipulate events and silence witnesses is a powerful tool. What truly captivated Wu Long was the 'Burning Desire' technique. While his internal energy might not be exceptionally strong, it possessed a wondrous effect: it allowed him to retain his yang energy within the woman's body, rendering her unable to feel any passion with any other man. It was incredibly domineering and unique, practically the most powerful chastity-preserving technique.

Wu Long truly admired the predecessor who created this divine art; it was simply amazing. However, the conditions for cultivation were extremely demanding. Only men with a 'Nine Yang Body' could cultivate it. Others, even after a lifetime of practice, would fail. Men are born with inherent yang energy; if... He practiced the Supreme Yang Heart Method, which, if mastered, would result in a body with significantly more Yang energy than the average person. This type of body is called the "Double Yang Body." The "Nine Yang" naturally refers to Yang energy reaching its peak, hence it is also known as the "Supreme Yang Body." It is a constitution rarely seen among millions of men, a testament to exceptional talent. Yun Zhonghe could only cultivate the Cloud Dragon Nine Transformations, combined with another Crane Sect skill. However, this benefited Wu Long. Wu Long absorbed the True Fire of the Sun for his own use, and his body's Yang energy had reached its peak, becoming a true, acquired Supreme Yang Body. He succeeded in cultivating it instantly, controlling his Yang energy and allowing it to settle at the Jade Gate of Yin. This dual cultivation martial art... Since it was somewhat wicked, Wu Long hadn't used it on Gan Baobao before, but today he decided to test it on Ye Erniang.

He activated the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill," which, when used by Xiao Long on a woman's jade gate, was a hundred times more effective than usual. Ye Erniang, already aroused by the potent aphrodisiac, soon found herself enjoying the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill" on her jade gate, completely forgetting the pain of being deprived of a large member for so long. She twisted her waist and arched her back, displaying unparalleled tenderness. To Wu Long's unexpected surprise, Ye Erniang possessed one of the eighteen exquisite treasures of women—the Spring Water Jade Pot!

This jade gate is delicate and cute, but inside it opens up into a vast and open space. Because of its narrow entrance, men with small penises may initially feel very comfortable and blissful upon insertion. However, after prolonged insertion, it feels like an endless ocean inside, and the clitoris is located deep within, requiring considerable effort to find this paradise. Although it may be somewhat difficult at first, with patience and twenty or thirty thrusts, a sudden tornado will erupt, and a gush of hot spring water will flow out. The man's penis will feel like a lone boat adrift on the sea, tossed and turned by the surging waves, finding little shelter. The woman will also become impatient, making the atmosphere even more tense. When the woman is anxious, her desire surges even more violently, rapidly churning and undulating. No matter how skilled the man is, he will quickly ejaculate when faced with such an opponent, becoming uncontrollable. However, the woman's jade gate remains tightly closed, so her spring water will not leak out at all.

Women possessing such a treasure often have moist eyes. They are among the finest of the finest. Such women are extremely rare, perhaps one in a million, or even rarer. The "Yin Yang Harmony" records eighteen types of female treasures, with the "Spring Water Jade Pot" ranking sixth, extremely rare, and described vividly and in detail. Wu Long never imagined he would encounter one so quickly.

Wu Long's left hand alternately played with Ye Erniang's full breasts, while his right hand gently pressed and moved on her delicate jade gate, his heart filled with joy and certainty. At this moment, Wu Long's penis was mostly not inserted into Ye Erniang's jade gate, wanting to give her a chance to breathe. Seeing that Wu Long had stopped moving, Ye Erniang became anxious. She slightly opened her eyes and saw that the two pink flesh of her jade gate tightly wrapped around the man's penis, being played with by his five fingers in turn. Her snow-white breasts bounced incessantly in his hands, their pink nipples slowly swelling. Seeing this, Ye Erniang was even more excited, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her jade gate contracting repeatedly. She dared not ask Wu Long to move, only trying to penetrate deeper into her little jade gate through the shaking of her lower body.

Seeing Ye Erniang's seductive state, Wu Long's lust was also uncontrollable. Overwhelmed by lust, he thrust his small dragon forcefully, pounding into the depths of her beautiful jade gate again and again. Ye Erniang's eyes were slightly closed, her teeth clenched, trying her best not to make a single sound. Only the slight stinging sensation from her lower body, and the subsequent waves of endless pleasure, brought her a joy she had never experienced before! The

"Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill" channeled all the yang energy stored in her lower yin orifice into Ye Erniang's body through Wu Long's small dragon. This technique excels at bringing women the ultimate bliss. Even if Wu Long were to stop moving, it would still be enough to make Ye Erniang feel like she was in heaven. How much more so now that Wu Long is like a hungry tiger descending from the mountain, his power overwhelming? One thrust after another relentlessly pounded into Ye Erniang's long-dormant sensitive areas, bringing her a pleasure that no woman in the world could resist, let alone a fully mature yet long-absent middle-aged woman like Ye Erniang. The most intoxicating pleasure in the world, which she had only ever dreamed of in her dreams, was now truly being experienced by Ye Erniang.

Ye Erniang could no longer bear it. A powerful, wicked force within her constantly assaulted her fragile nerves. The mere act of a man could no longer satisfy her inner sexual desire. Suddenly, Ye Erniang leaped up, her two full, shapely thighs clamping tightly around Wu Long's waist, her hands tightly embracing his neck. Her entire body lifted off the altar, hanging naked on Wu Long's body, and then she began to thrust and sway wildly.

Her plump, fair buttocks swayed violently with her body, sometimes grinding from side to side, sometimes thrusting up and down; what intoxicated Wu Long even more were her two full, plump, yet soft as cotton breasts, which bounced up and down before his eyes with her movements, further assaulting his senses.

Wu Long opened his mouth and took one of Ye Erniang's trembling breasts into his mouth, sucking hard. Ye Erniang's movements became increasingly wild, and Wu Long had to hold her body tightly, ensuring that her tender jade gate remained firmly sucking on his penis, preventing it from suddenly slipping out. At this moment, the initiative had shifted to Ye Erniang; she was like a wild horse, wildly riding on Wu Long's body.

Ye Erniang's frenzied passion greatly surprised Wu Long; only now did he realize that the power of the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill" was truly so strong! This was enough to make this fierce and strong-willed woman so wanton and unrestrained. At this moment, Wu Long felt a warm current flowing from his penis. Wu Long's heart trembled, knowing that the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill" was in operation!

According to the book, the method of practicing the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill" is to first arouse the other person's strong sexual desire, and then bring them to orgasm through intercourse. At this time, the other person's body will react due to the effect of the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill", thus becoming one with the practitioner, and the power will then be available to the practitioner. In other words, the other person must first experience the pleasure of sex before they can practice the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill".

Wu Long's power gathered under his penis, and Ye Erniang was in extreme pleasure. The layers of warm and moist flesh in her vagina kept squeezing and grinding against Wu Long's penis. The comfortable and pleasurable feeling was indescribable. At this moment, the water from Ye Erniang's jade gate flowed out like a flood bursting its banks, running down Wu Long's thighs and onto the ground. Wu Long absorbed the power flowing from her body, accumulating it little by little within his own body. Now, after the power flowed into Wu Long's body, it was fully absorbed by the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Art," then transformed into a stream of energy that flowed back into Ye Erniang's body. At the crucial moment, Wu Long gently inhaled.

Ye Erniang let out a mournful cry like a swan before its death, her delicate body trembling violently. She forced her small mouth away from Wu Long's mouth and screamed hysterically. Wu Long's previous inhalation had actually absorbed her pure Yin energy, and the inexplicable pleasure almost made her faint from excitement. The feeling was as if she were floating in mid-air, drifting among the clouds, oblivious to everything.

With a single breath, Wu Long felt a surge of icy, pure Yin energy emanating from Ye Erniang Yan. His blood and Qi immediately calmed. The cold energy traveled along his meridians to his chest, reaching the Tanzhong acupoint, where it merged with the Yin energy within him, becoming part of his body. In that instant, he discovered his internal strength had increased. He was secretly delighted; the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art truly lived up to its reputation as a lewd and wicked technique. It could increase one's power through the union of Yin and Yang, providing both pleasure and martial arts training—it was truly exhilarating!

Ye Erniang Yan's screams continued unabated, as Wu Long relentlessly absorbed her Yin energy. This Yin energy was her life-saving essence; a person's life depends on the balance of Yin and Yang within their body. Losing either would lead to certain death. Now, Ye Erniang Yan was losing her Yin energy; if she lost all of it, she would die instantly. Seeing Ye Erniang Yan's face growing paler and her body trembling more violently, it was clear she was about to deplete all her pure Yin energy and die from the loss of Yin. Wu Long lowered his head and kissed her screaming lips, channeling a breath of Yin energy into her body to replenish it.

Wu Long understood Ye Erniang Yan's predicament and was shocked by the power of the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art. No wonder the Yin-Yang Sect members were considered lecherous villains in the supernatural world; this Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art alone was enough to drain the Yin energy of women. In that instant, the pleasure between them was indescribable. Historically, many Yin-Yang Sect disciples didn't intend to drain their lovers, but they couldn't stop themselves and ended up draining them completely. Of course, the more Yin energy absorbed, the greater the benefits. Those with even a hint of evil intentions would end up draining their partners completely. Another point is that although the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill is a dual cultivation technique and a kind of divine skill that replenishes Yang by absorbing Yin, the act of absorbing Yin is closely related to the cultivation levels of both parties. Generally speaking, if one encounters a person whose cultivation level is much higher than their own when absorbing Yin, it will backfire and the person's internal energy will be absorbed by the other party. Only the person who has cultivated the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill can escape because the other party is passively absorbing their power. As long as the person does not use the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill to absorb the other party's Yin energy, the other party will not retaliate.

Their bodies moved like a spinning wheel, their power endlessly flowing – this was the exquisite benefit of dual cultivation using the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Art"! Ye Erniang, clinging to Wu Long, had already climaxed twice, only able to whimper softly. Her long hair flowed wildly in the air, her jade-like head swaying up and down, her posture utterly alluring.

After the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Art" had circulated three times within Wu Long's body, Wu Long thought he should give Ye Erniang one last, soul-stirring blow, ensuring her utter devotion and complete sustenance. He then placed her back on the altar, his penis thrusting deeply, each time penetrating her core, all the way to her cervix! Ye Erniang nearly fainted from the pleasure; her core relaxed, and her third surge of yin essence flowed out once more. After hundreds of intense thrusts, Wu Long reached his limit. His ejaculation was uncontrollable; the suction of Ye Erniang's vaginal opening was formidable, and Wu Long's semen, several times stronger than usual, shot into her core wave after wave with a series of "plop, plop, plop" sounds.

Stimulated by Wu Long's powerful, hot semen, Ye Erniang felt an even stronger climax than before. She tightly embraced Wu Long, instinctively offering her lips in a passionate kiss. Wu Long's body pressed against Ye Erniang's naked body, their small clitoris becoming a place for them to linger after their climax. Ye Erniang felt a cold draft enter her body, her delicate body trembling violently before calming down. She let out a muffled moan, clinging tightly to Wu Long, collapsing into his arms, panting heavily.

Long afterward, the afterglow of their climax lingered within them. Wu Long slightly raised his body, and his penis slowly withdrew from Ye Erniang's vagina, bringing with it a thick stream of semen that dripped from her vaginal opening. Wu Long whispered in Ye Erniang's ear,

"My beauty, did that make you feel good?"

Ye Erniang blushed and nodded involuntarily. The afterglow of her climax made her delicate face exceptionally beautiful, adding a captivating charm. She nestled languidly in Zhang Hao's arms, her jade fingers clasped around his chest, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection, completely devoid of the former demonic figure.

The effects of the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill" had taken root within her body; having experienced the bliss of sexual pleasure, Ye Erniang could no longer escape the pursuit of happiness.

The man she had longed for for over a decade had gradually faded from her memory, replaced by the handsome young man before her, and the alluring little dragon beneath him, along with the intoxicating scent it evoked… Chapter Thirty

of the First Part: Fallen Dragon World. Wu Long was overjoyed. He lowered his head and kissed Ye Erniang's cherry lips again. This woman's body bore his mark; she would belong only to him from now on. Although his feelings for her far outweighed his emotions, she was his woman, and as long as she didn't betray him, he would make sure she lived well. He gently caressed her alluring body, his hands roaming freely over her voluptuous form. After his desire was satisfied, although the soft, fragrant flesh remained, Wu Long felt no lust. He looked at the three crimson welts on Ye Erniang's cheeks, running from her eyes down her face, as if she had just been scratched—a truly shocking sight. Wu Long felt a pang of pity. He thought of his beloved old Ye Erniang, who had suffered such a terrible fate, her appearance ruined by that old scoundrel Murong Bo. Naturally, her personality had changed drastically, and she had committed many evil deeds, earning her the title of "utterly wicked." Who could know the bitterness in her heart? Seemingly sensing Wu Long's pity, Ye Erniang, recovering from her climax, looked at him with hazy eyes. Wu Long said, "From now on, you'll follow Wu Long. I'll treat you well. I won't mind the scars on your face, nor will I mind the evil deeds and reputation you've committed in the past." Ye Erniang turned around, looking into Wu Long's tender eyes, and said, "You... are you serious?" Wu Long was secretly delighted. Having learned from Gan Baobao and Ye Erniang's experiences, Wu Long was very familiar with the minds of these middle-aged women. No matter how serious and fierce they appeared on the surface, no one could resist the sweet words of a young and handsome man. Moreover, Wu Long now possesses the divine skill of "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Art." Having tasted its pleasure, how could Ye Erniang not fall into Wu Long's grasp? Judging from her expression and actions, with a gentler approach, it wouldn't be difficult to make Ye Erniang completely devoted to Wu Long. Wu Long smiled and said, "Of course, I don't need to lie to you." After saying that, Wu Long lowered his head and gently kissed Ye Erniang's jade-like neck, his hands reaching under her armpits, gently cupping her soft breasts again. As the yang energy flowed into her body, Ye Erniang immediately felt a surge of desire rising from her lower abdomen once more. She was also puzzled. For over a decade, she had been celibate and had never experienced such a sexual assault, so why was her body so unable to restrain itself under this young man's teasing? Ye Erniang was unaware that her mature body, ravaged by the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Art," had become exceptionally sensitive. Even the slightest teasing would ignite her desire, especially now that Wu Long was using the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Art's" internal energy. Soon, Ye Erniang felt a cool, damp sensation in her lower body. He pulled her close, lowered his head, and kissed her deeply on the lips. Ye Erniang struggled, making soft moaning sounds, and pounded on Wu Long's back with her hands. However, in less than five seconds, her moans turned into soft groans, her struggles transformed into writhing, and her pounding into an embrace. While kissing Ye Erniang's small mouth, his tongue swirling within her, exhaling a wisp of yang energy, Wu Long held her slender waist, his other hand roaming over her body. Streams of yang energy penetrated her body through various acupoints, instantly igniting her desire. Her writhing body became even more violent, her hands already deeply embedded in Wu Long's muscles. "Good man! You're making me so itchy," Ye Erniang moaned softly. " Who told you to be so alluring? I love you to death," Wu Long laughed. "Baby! Watch my eagle pounces on the rabbit!" With that, he lifted her legs and swiftly entered her tender world. "Ah!" Before Ye Erniang could even cry out in surprise, Wu Long had already brought her to orgasm. Ye Erniang frowned, her nostrils flared, her cheeks flushed, her starry eyes closed, her head swaying from side to side, a series of moans escaping her throat with each thrust of Wu Long's penis. Her body was hot and wet, the heat making Wu Long feel incredibly comfortable, beads of sweat trickling down his back. Ye Erniang increasingly felt that intoxicating, intoxicating sensation, and with her remaining strength, she weakly cooperated with Wu Long. Wu Long flipped her over and entered her from behind in a kneeling position. Seeing that the time was right, Wu Long plunged deeply into Ye Erniang's body. Ye Erniang let out a high-pitched scream. Wu Long and Ye Erniang were in a frenzy for three whole hours. She ejaculated six times, almost collapsing from exhaustion. Only then did Wu Long call it a day. When the two of them stood up, the moon was already high in the sky. Under the silvery moonlight, Ye Erniang's vulva was swollen and red, and her lower body was soaked with fluids; her beautiful buttocks were also a wet, messy mess! Wu Long gently helped her put on her clothes and said, "Second Aunt, I know why you came to see me today. I won't force you to come with me now. Do you want to find your child? Does your child have nine incense scars on his back and nine incense scars on each side of his buttocks?" Every time Wu Long said something, Ye Erniang's expression changed drastically, and she asked excitedly, "Yes, yes, good man, tell me, where is he?" "He is currently a monk at Shaolin Temple, with the Dharma name Wu Long. It's pitiful that he is with that person every day, yet they cannot recognize each other."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Ye Erniang was overwhelmed by the bitterness of the past nineteen years and this sudden joy, tears streaming down her face. Ye Erniang, nicknamed "the one who commits no evil," ranked second among the Four Evils. She would snatch other people's children to play with, then kill them, "as if picking the best chickens, ducks, fish, and sheep at the market," sending chills down one's spine. Yet, with three bloody marks on each cheek, it seemed that although Ye Erniang was smiling, her smile concealed endless sorrow and grief, filling one with sympathy for her. She was a very contradictory person. Wu Long affectionately stroked her back. Ye Erniang leaned against him and cried,

"Which damned scoundrel stole my child, causing my mother and child to be separated for twenty years? I will search the ends of the earth to find this scoundrel and cut him into a thousand pieces, mincemeat!" "

Wu Long said,

"I roughly know this person, but his martial arts are too high. Even if all four of you ganged up on him, you wouldn't be a match for him. I reckon I'm no match for him now either. Don't worry, in a few months, I won't have to fear him anymore. I'll definitely kill him with my fists then."

Wu Long's words warmed Ye Erniang's heart. The two lingered for a moment, and Wu Long told her that he would settle in Wanjie Valley from now on, and that she could come to the valley to find him after she had fulfilled her wish.

Back at the inn, it was already past midnight. Wu Long was satisfied and lay down on the bed to sleep.

"Hey, you lecherous bastard, you lecherous bastard, wake up! Stop pretending, or I'll shoot you with an arrow." "

Mu Wanqing's voice woke Wu Long in the morning. Wu Long smiled, rolled out of bed, and jumped up, intending to stretch his body. Suddenly, he realized he was completely naked, wearing only a pair of underpants, and his private parts were bulging, a protrusion swaying freely inside the soft underpants, making him feel quite uncomfortable.

Mu Wanqing was immediately dumbfounded, then realized what had happened, her face turning bright red. She let out a soft moan, slapped Wu Long's strong thigh hard, and turned her head away. In her heart, she asked herself, 'What's wrong with me? Didn't my mother say I shouldn't get too close to strange men? But he... he's not exactly a strange man! And he's so... so strong. And what is that swaying thing? Oh dear, how embarrassing!' Her face felt like it was burning red." The lychees were so ripe they practically dripped with honey.

Wu Long heard a sharp "smack" and felt a solid slap on his right thigh. He thought, "Heh heh, I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't get my hands on you." He immediately sat down, his hand, which had been reaching to cover his private parts, suddenly covering the spot where he'd been hit. Wu Long's eyes darted around, and an idea struck him. He hurriedly cried out, "Ouch, ouch!" and rubbed the spot incessantly. He seemed to be in real pain, letting out a loud cry.

Mu Wanqing heard him cry out and thought to herself, "That slap of mine was probably a bit too hard. Who told him to let me see that ugly thing? I couldn't help but be a little infatuated." After a while, she came to her senses, turned around, and was about to ask,

"Are you feeling better?"

when she suddenly saw his bronze-colored clothes and immediately lowered her head in embarrassment, scolding,

"You shameless pervert! Put your clothes back on! " "

Wu Long, over 1.86 meters tall, with a well-developed physique, looked imposing and powerful. His skin shimmered with a deep bronze hue, a perfect expression of health and strength. His inch-long black hair gave him a carefree air, and his thick eyebrows, large eyes, high nose, chiseled cheeks, and slightly upturned rosy lips made him seem like Yang Jingtian was always smiling. He was truly captivating. Wu Long understood her thoughts perfectly. His eyes darted around, and he chuckled,

'Miss Mu, you injured me, and I can't get dressed. I wonder if it would be alright...'

Mu Wanqing interrupted,

'What for?'

She thought to herself,

'What if he asks me to help him get dressed?'"

As expected, Wu Long then said, "Help me get dressed!" Mu

Wanqing already had a plan in mind, and slapped him again, scolding, "You filthy lecher! I didn't expect you to be as vulgar as my father!"

But Wu Long grabbed her hand, then chuckled, "Hehe, you can't hit me this time!"

Feeling annoyed, he said,

"Hey, Miss Mu, why did you have to compare me to your father? I don't want to be compared to him! I would never abandon my woman and live a carefree life for over ten years without ever visiting my daughter."

Mu Wanqing's eyes reddened, and tears welled up. She said sadly,

"Even you look down on my father. No wonder my mother refused to acknowledge him. It turns out you all despise him. Why, why, why is he my father?"

Upon seeing this, Wu Long immediately panicked. He quickly released Mu Wanqing's hand and said with pity,

"Miss Mu, oh, don't cry, don't cry. It breaks my heart when you cry."

He then reached out his rough hands to wipe the tears from her pretty face. Inwardly, he thought: This woman is truly a master of changing her expression! However, he also felt a pang of pity and affection for Mu Wanqing, though he couldn't express it too much.

Mu Wanqing slightly turned her head, avoiding his "lustful hand," and whimpered, "

You men are all the same! Humph, always trying to take advantage of others!"

Wu Long was greatly embarrassed, touching his bald head, and said,

"You can't generalize, at least I'm not?"

Mu Wanqing snorted,

"Hmph, you're not, you're not a man, you're not even a thing!"

Wu Long was stunned. Could it be? Who did I offend? I just said one wrong thing! How could this be…?

Mu Wanqing sobbed again,

“Father already has my mother, yet he still wants to find other women. My mother blames him, but I can't control him, so I've stopped blaming him. But I came here out of kindness to take care of you, and you... you treat me like this! Waaah…” Mu Wanqing suddenly slumped down, not caring how much of her exposed skin Wu Long had revealed, and buried her face in the blankets, crying loudly. All the grievances she had held back for the past two days poured out at once. She hadn't wanted to believe it at first, but after her long talk with her master last night, she suddenly knew everything about her mother. Her master had suddenly become her mother, and she suddenly had another father, which made her feel very uneasy and extremely conflicted.

Wu Long looked at Mu Wanqing's appearance, sighed, and gently placed his hand on her back, feeling her warmth, and said gently,

“Cry, cry, it'll be better if you cry it out. Sigh, it was my fault, I apologize to you. I promise I will never make you angry again.”

Mu Wanqing didn't struggle, letting the warmth of his hands spread across her back. She just burst into tears, as if crying out all the grievances she had suffered over the past 18 years.

Seeing Mu Wanqing's shoulders shaking uncontrollably, her face streaked with tears, Wu Long finally couldn't help but reach out and embrace her. But just as he felt her soft, fragrant touch, he was slapped hard across the face.

Mu Wanqing gave him a heavy slap, yelling,

"Men are all the same!"

Then she ran out. Wu Long touched his left cheek, angrily saying,

"That's too much! Yesterday your mother slapped me here, and today you slapped me again. Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

However, considering Mu Wanqing's background, he understood her complex feelings and sighed, his anger vanishing instantly. Just then, a captivating figure entered—it was Qin Hongmian. To be honest, Wu Long was only now carefully observing Qin Hongmian. Qin Hongmian was at least thirty-two, but she looked only twenty-eight or twenty-nine. She was beautiful and charming, with a stunning face, high, firm breasts, a slender waist, and fair skin; every inch of her body exuded an alluring, mature femininity.

Her hair was tied back, with a few strands cascading down her temples like waterfalls. She had a round face, arched eyebrows, bright, almond-shaped eyes, rosy lips, and white teeth. Her fair skin and noble bearing made her appear elegant and graceful. Her shapely arms and full legs radiated a compelling, mature vitality. Her high, firm breasts seemed unable to bear the restraint of her clothing and were about to burst forth.

Wu Long nodded inwardly, thinking,

"Indeed beautiful and alluring, the more I look, the more my heart races."

Qin Hongmian blushed slightly when she saw Wu Long's naked body and scolded,

"Dressed like this, no wonder Qing'er ran away earlier. You're such a lecher!"

Wu Long chuckled mischievously,

"I am a lecher, and now I'm going to do what a lecher should do."

He then stepped forward, looking at Qin Hongmian. Qin Hongmian's heart pounded, and she dared not meet Wu Long's burning gaze. She felt a mixture of fear, hesitation, and anticipation. She always felt that this man was different from others. Although he was glib and had the appearance of a lecher, he wasn't the kind of person who would start something and then abandon it. In short, she had a feeling that this man would definitely not be an ordinary person in the future.

Seeing Qin Hongmian's shy expression, Wu Long chuckled inwardly. He gently embraced her, and Qin Hongmian immediately struggled, her delicate body trembling slightly. A strange sensation arose where they were pressed together, causing both of them to freeze for a moment. Then, Qin Hongmian shyly turned her head away, suppressing her emotions, and scolded,

"Let go! It's broad daylight, and you're a grown man! Be careful, or my Shura Blade will chop your hand off!"

Wu Long saw her almond-shaped eyes wide open and her cherry lips pouting; her coy and charming appearance was truly captivating and alluring, possessing a unique charm. Relaxing Qin Hongmian, he glanced around, looking rather furtive, then quietly whispered in her ear,

"Hongmian is so alluring. Men, you know, are always too hot-tempered in the morning. If they couldn't resist, even Buddha himself wouldn't be able to resist you."

Qin Hongmian understood perfectly well, finding his novel sweet talk very appealing. However, she struggled again under the weight of her feminine reserve, but Wu Long wasn't about to let her escape so easily. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately. A long French kiss made Qin Hongmian lose all her reason. Adding to this, Wu Long's hands involuntarily caressed her sensitive areas, making her cheeks flush and her breathing rapid. Only one thought occupied her mind:

"Duan Zhengchun, you've betrayed me. I'm going to find my own happiness."

Wu Long's heart stirred instantly. He was about to undress Qin Hongmian when she suddenly cried out, asking shyly,

"No, is this broad daylight? Daytime debauchery is blasphemy!"

Wu Long smiled: "

What's there to be afraid of? Isn't it good to let God witness our love?"

Qin Hongmian's body trembled violently, her mind filled with only two words: love! She thought:

Love, do I still have love? After a moment's thought, she simply let go, allowing Wu Long's hands to roam freely over her body.

When Qin Hongmian felt the gentle breeze brush against her skin, she was only wearing a bodice. Wu Long took a deep breath, his slightly trembling hand slowly reaching out to caress her involuntarily trembling, snow-white body, about to remove the bodice.

"Ah, Brother Wu Long, you, you, what are you doing?"

Wu Long's erection instantly went limp. If he didn't handle it properly, it might cause him future health problems. He angrily turned to look at the familiar voice.

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