[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (The Romantic Swordsman) (Complete) - 36

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The First Part: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, Chapter 154: The Charm of the Child Granny.

Seeing that the Child Granny had broken her seductive arts, Li Qiushui secretly lamented her loss, but still smiled and said,

"Senior Sister, it seems you're quite concerned about your little one. Oh dear, someone actually has eyes for a girl like you who will never grow up. It seems Young Master Wu Long has a special taste. I have a granddaughter, only ten years old this year, but she's incredibly beautiful, and naturally possesses a unique fragrance. If you don't concern yourself with this matter today, I can introduce you to her."

Wu Long felt both embarrassed and tempted, thinking,

"Is she talking about some mysterious Dream Maiden? It shouldn't be, the age doesn't match."

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt as if he had been punched hard. It was the Child Granny, who angrily said:

"I never imagined you were such a lecherous bastard. Hmph, I've already disfigured that face of yours; you're a monster. And yet you were taken by her."

Wu Long, realizing this, awkwardly touched his hair. Li Qiushui sighed, "Senior Sister, this ugly appearance on my left cheek is all your doing. Many years ago, you slashed my face like this with your sword, making me unable to face anyone. Nephew Shen, do you think I should take revenge?" She turned to Wu Long with the last question.

Wu Long withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked down, glancing back and forth between her and Tong Lao. She smiled noncommittally and nodded, "Yes, it's only right!"

The Old Woman glared at him angrily and said viciously, "She even caused me to go mad with qi, never growing up. No wonder I shouldn't have died! Today I'll slash off half your face too, and see how you get your revenge!"

Li Qiushui sneered.

"Wu Xingyun, don't think that just because you've found a powerful helper, I'm afraid of you! You immature dwarf!"

The Old Woman roared angrily,

"Shut up, Li Qiushui! You're ignoring the divine skills your master taught you, and instead you've practiced some low-grade seductive arts. Hmph, well, you're already disfigured from being ridden by a thousand men; how can you attract men without seductive arts?"

The Old Woman's words were so vicious that even Li Qiushui, with her deep-seated cunning, couldn't help but scream:

"Damn it, you old hag!!"

She drew her weapon, a crystal dagger, and thrust it at Tong Lao. The attack was incredibly fast, like lightning. The crystal dagger was less than two feet long, but it shimmered with a three-foot-long sword aura. It was indestructible and could not withstand a direct confrontation, even if it were invulnerable. With her martial arts skills, there were probably no more than a handful of people in the martial world who could defeat her. If Wu Long hadn't been there, Tong Lao, who only had the skills of a teenager, would have been no match for her.

Although he felt a bit troubled and conflicted, Wu Long would not agree to Li Qiushui killing Tong Lao. He felt a surging force pressing down on him like a tidal wave, forming an incomparably sharp sword net that covered him. The sword light was like a woven tapestry, and the swift shadows were like a curtain. The sound of the swords tearing through the air at high speed was like a death knell, sharp and high-pitched, making one's teeth tremble and one's heart shatter.

In an instant, Li Qiushui leaped four meters into the air, then flipped over, headfirst, his sword flashing like a lightning bolt, incredibly fast and swift, leaving trails of white light in the air. If it struck, Wu Long would likely be dead on the spot.

Wu Long smiled slightly, his right hand forming a fist. The air of the snow-capped peak was filled with icy vapor, which he rapidly formed into an ice blade with his extreme internal energy. Even more crystalline and translucent than Li Qiushui's crystal dagger, the blade leaped upwards, four bright white sword lights like a rapidly blooming flower, accompanied by the faint sound of wind and thunder, meeting the descending lightning blade light head-on, determined to fight it to the death.

A clang of metal rang out as their energies clashed. With a muffled boom, a violent explosion erupted, instantly sending a whirlwind of wind and scattering energy in all directions. The powerful force of the whirlwind lifted Wu Long's body into the air once more. At the peak of his tumbling motion, he transformed into a towering pillar of light, crashing down from the sky with a deafening "Bang!" A cloud of dust billowed outwards, spreading rapidly three or four meters. As the dust settled, Wu Long, sword in hand, pointed elegantly at the ground on either side, half-kneeling. His long hair swayed gently in the wind, softly brushing against his eyes—a picture of untamed, domineering, and handsome charm.

Li Qiushui tumbled back several times, leaving deep gashes in the snow before regaining her balance. She hadn't expected that her opponent, who had been slightly weaker than her last time, was now far superior. In terms of sheer power, Wu Long's over a hundred years of cultivation was undoubtedly more profound than Li Qiushui's. Compared to Wu Long, Li Qiushui's cultivation level, at most, is only seventy years. The book states that Wu Yazi only had seventy years of Beiming True Qi, and Li Qiushui, being younger and starting later, naturally has a cultivation level several years lower. However, Wu Yazi practiced the Beiming Divine Art, so seventy years is just a timeframe. If he used the Beiming Divine Art to absorb others' internal energy during those seventy years, that counts as part of that period, meaning his actual cultivation level is far greater than seventy years. Its depth is difficult to fathom, depending on the amount absorbed. Li Qiushui, not practicing the Beiming Divine Art of absorbing others' internal energy, can only rely on her Xiaowuxiang Gong (Lesser Formless Skill) to gradually increase her cultivation over time.

The original text doesn't explicitly state who placed the "Beiming Divine Art" and "Lingbo Weibu" scrolls in the Wuliang Mountain stone chamber, but Wu Long only speculates it was Li Qiushui. As for why Li Qiushui didn't practice the Northern Darkness Divine Art, he knew that to practice it, one had to first abolish one's original power and start from scratch. Perhaps Li Qiushui didn't want to abandon the internal energy of her Lesser Formless Skill, which she had accumulated over several decades. However, if she were willing to abandon those decades of power and master the Northern Darkness Skill, relying on its ability to absorb the internal energy of others, she could quickly recover to her original level and even surpass it. Li Qiushui should have understood this, yet she didn't abandon the Lesser Formless Skill to practice the Northern Darkness Skill. Wu Long didn't know the reason behind this. However, he knew one thing: with his much deeper internal energy than Li Qiushui, he could wear her down.

But given the current situation, he didn't know how many more moves it would take to wear her down. In her youth, she and Wu Yazi collected martial arts manuals from all schools and sects in the "Langhuan Blessed Land" stone chamber of Jianhu Lake in Wuliang Mountain, Dali. Their intention was to create a comprehensive and incredibly powerful martial art. However, due to the jade statue incident, they were separated, and this project was shelved. Nevertheless, Li Qiushui had thoroughly studied various martial arts texts, though not all of them were mastered. Her moves were numerous and varied, and her Xiao Wuxiang Gong (Lesser Formless Skill) was particularly adept at amplifying all martial arts techniques. Although not powered by orthodox secret internal energy, its power was still considerable under the influence of her Xiao Wuxiang Gong.

Li Qiushui now realized that her internal energy was greatly depleted, and she couldn't fathom the depth of Wu Long's skill, only knowing that it was no less than her own. She secretly thought that even if she could kill him, she didn't know if she would still have the strength to deal with Tong Lao. If she killed him, she would have no strength left to deal with Tong Lao, which would be a bad deal. She might even let Tong Lao reap the benefits and use them against her. Thinking of this, she reduced the sword's edge on her dagger to conserve her inner strength for dealing with Tong Lao. She reduced the sword's edge by a foot, thus weakening its power. She compensated with her techniques, using the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to make her moves more refined. Many of her attacks were clever uses of borrowed force or surprise attacks. She dodged attacks as much as possible with her movements, no longer wanting to waste her true energy in a direct confrontation with Wu Long.

Wu Long noticed her change and immediately followed suit, using a technique from the Nine Yin Manual. After this change, the loud clashing of their energies was no longer heard. Although there were still occasional clashes, the sounds were much softer and less intense than before. The two men restrained their energy, ceasing their frenzied battle. The snowflakes surrounding them were now controlled by their released energy, fluttering down. Some snowflakes still drifted down, though far fewer than before. Standing outside watching, the old woman could see the two men through the thin veil of snow. Seeing that Wu Long was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After exchanging more than ten blows, neither could gain the upper hand. Li Qiushui's moves were exquisite, but Wu Long's martial arts, learned from the Nine Yin Manual, were simply too advanced. Like a gazelle leaping across a cliff, unrestrained and wondrous, they were beyond description. Seeing that most of her attacks failed to harm him, Li Qiushui grew anxious, glancing sideways at Tong Lao, the new recruit. She thought that although Tong Lao's strength hadn't fully recovered, if she and Wu Long fought to a draw, Tong Lao could easily kill her. Furthermore, given her inability to defeat Wu Long, her desire to retreat was irreversible. Therefore, while still dealing with Wu Long, she secretly planned her escape route.

Although she regretted not being able to capture or kill Tong Lao, she didn't want to let this opportunity slip by. She thought that after descending the mountain, she could gather the experts of her Xixia First-Class Hall and launch a combined attack, confident she could defeat both of them. She then considered that if the experts from the First-Class Hall couldn't arrive quickly, she could incite the people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands still guarding the way down the mountain. They were already planning to ambush and kill Tong Lao and Wu Long; if she pointed out their location, they would surely come to kill them. Having made up her mind, she channeled her inner energy. The sword light on her dagger grew another foot long, and she attacked Wu Long twice, forcing him back two steps. She

was about to leap backward when suddenly Wu Long's figure split into nine. The nine figures surrounded her, each striking at her vital points with a finger strike. She was startled to see Wu Long suddenly multiply into nine. However, she also knew this was a skill; a skilled practitioner could create the illusion of being surrounded by attackers with rapid movements. She could do it too, but those afterimages were merely residual images projected into the eyes of the eye by sheer speed; the shadows were also illusory and only flashed by. A master could subdue their opponent in that fleeting moment. However, to a master of the same level, these afterimages were indistinguishable and posed no threat. But Wu Long's current technique of dividing into nine forms created each figure incredibly realistic, almost like a real person, making it impossible for her to distinguish between them. Without a second thought, she channeled her sword light, creating a white glow around herself to protect herself on all sides. The defense was impenetrable.

Wu Long was using the unparalleled lightness skill from the Nine Yin Manual, the "Spiral Nine Shadows." The "Spiral Nine Shadows" was an extremely superior lightness skill in the martial world, integrating body movement, footwork, and internal energy. It could leap several feet off the ground and move as fast as lightning, with a layer of natural internal energy surrounding the body for attacking enemies. The highest level of mastery can conjure nine figures, possessing the same effect as the supreme Buddhist divine skill "Nine Manifestations of the Lotus Platform."

In Chapter 155 of the first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, "The Taste of the Child Granny 2,

" Wu Long's nine figures, though not vanishing instantly, disappeared within a few breaths. The remaining one was undoubtedly his true form. He had just retracted his fingers and was about to unleash a sword strike. Li Qiushui, having just finished her "Impenetrable" technique, didn't hesitate. Seizing the opportunity, she lunged forward, her sword light surging, piercing through Wu Long's body. However, there was no sensation of piercing flesh, and no blood was drawn where the sword light struck. Seeing this, Li Qiushui knew something was wrong. She immediately tried to rush forward, but before she could move, she suddenly felt a chill run through several major acupoints on her back, rendering her immobile. She cried out in alarm. With her power sealed, the sword light on her dagger immediately dissipated, and the Wu Long she had pierced slowly vanished, disappearing with the wind.

A long shout came from behind, and a man clapped his hands, turning to face her. It was Wu Long. He had previously used the Nine Illusions technique, intending to use these nine indistinguishable clones to confuse Li Qiushui's vision and judgment, so that he could seize the opportunity to subdue her with his true body. Unexpectedly, she remained steadfast in her position, responding with an impenetrable defense. In this situation, his attack, though silent, was still swept away by her tight defense and sword light. Therefore, he had reserved this move, waiting for the other eight clones to disperse, deliberately delaying his change of move, luring Li Qiushui to attack. He then used the Nine Illusions technique again, while his true body disappeared into the thick snow underground, circling around to her back and launching a sneak attack.

Facing a master like Li Qiushui, killing her was possible, but capturing her was extremely difficult. Even with Wu Long's martial arts skills, it was only by sheer luck that Li Qiushui was immobilized by Wu Long's acupoint strikes. She was truly terrified, but could only sigh inwardly. Although she and Tong Lao were fellow disciples, they harbored a deep-seated hatred. Now that she was subdued by Wu Long and in Tong Lao's hands, she certainly wouldn't let her go easily. Therefore, seeing Tong Lao approaching, and remembering her senior sister's ruthless methods of torture, she couldn't help but feel terrified. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she said to Granny Tong, "Senior Sister, we've been enemies for decades, each harboring a deep-seated hatred. Now that I'm in your hands, I know I have no chance of survival. I only beg you, sister, to consider that we're still fellow disciples and grant me a quick death."

Granny Tong walked up to Li Qiushui, snatched the crystal dagger from her hand, and toyed with it, sneering, "Li Qiushui, you've waited decades to scheme against me, but today you've fallen into my hands instead. Deep-seated hatred..." "Hate? How can I let you off so easily?" She then snorted, "You still have the nerve to mention our shared martial arts background? When you first joined the sect, I disliked you somewhat, but I had no grudge against you. Yet you betrayed me. I had mastered my skills, and at twenty-six, I could have grown up and become like any other person, but you secretly framed me, causing me to suffer a qi deviation. Tell me, with such deep-seated hatred, should I let you off lightly?" With that, she raised her dagger and yanked away the veil covering Li Qiushui's face. Startled by

the sudden removal of the veil, Li Qiushui cried out in surprise. Her oval face was very fair, but the right side of her face bore four extremely long, crisscrossing sword wounds, forming a "well" shape. Because of these wounds, her right eye bulged, and the left corner of her mouth was crooked, making her indescribably ugly. Seeing her hideous face suddenly revealed before the handsome Wu Long, she couldn't help but feel ashamed. Instinctively, she wanted to turn away, but she couldn't move.

Although Wu Long knew from the book that Li Qiushui's face had been disfigured by the Child Granny and was now ugly, seeing it with his own eyes still shocked him. He sighed softly and turned away.

The Child Granny turned to look at him, sneered, and pointed her crystal dagger at Li Qiushui's face, mocking, "Did you see her hideous appearance? And yet you were swayed by her just now?"

Wu Long hadn't expected Li Qiushui to use demonic seductive arts; he had almost fallen for it. Therefore, he didn't refute, simply pretending not to hear, and looked up at the sky. The old woman glared at him angrily, kicked Li Qiushui to the ground, then stepped on her, pressing her crystal dagger against her unblemished left cheek. She said viciously, "Today I'll slash off half your face too, and see how you get your revenge!"

Li Qiushui couldn't help but scream again, her face filled with terror. She looked at Wu Long with pleading eyes, hoping he would intervene. The old woman sneered,

"You dare use that man's skills? Do you think he can stop me?"

With that, she raised the crystal dagger to slash at Li Qiushui's cheek. Li Qiushui screamed again, closing her eyes to await the blow. Just as the dagger was about to slice into Li Qiushui's fair cheek, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed her wrist. Her wrist went numb, her fingers involuntarily loosening, and the crystal dagger was snatched from her hand. Without even looking, she knew that the one reaching out was that brat Wu Long, and her anger flared. She shouted, "What are you doing?" and turned to glare at him fiercely. She saw that he was holding the crystal dagger in his right hand, raising it to a height she couldn't reach, as if afraid she would snatch it away.

Seeing her huffing and puffing, Wu Long chuckled and said, "Forget it, Granny Tong. She's still your junior sister and my senior uncle. Besides, she has a close relationship with those women. As long as she can't harm you during this time, it's fine."

Granny Tong was furious and attacked Wu Long. Although her strength had only recovered to the level of a teenager, the exquisiteness of her moves was beyond even Wu Long's reach. However, the two were ultimately too far apart in strength, and after ten rounds, Wu Long grabbed her. Wu Long's method of grabbing her was unique; he used his arms to forcefully hold Granny Tong in his arms. Wu Long's monstrous strength and power were enough to make Granny Tong unable to struggle without any technique.

"Damn it, you brat, how dare you be so rude to your grandma! Let me go!"

Seeing Granny Tong's angry and struggling appearance was quite cute, he teased her.

"Grandma Tong, you're getting cuter and cuter, your temper is just like a little girl's."

"Damn it, who are you calling a little girl?"

Wu Long smiled and put Grandma Tong down, saying,

"If Grandma Tong agrees to let Li Qiushui go this once, I'll let you go."

Grandma Tong struggled for a long time before finally nodding helplessly. Seeing her give in, Wu Long didn't want to go too far and was about to put her down when two sharp glints shot from Grandma Tong's eyes, hitting Wu Long's eyes. Wu Long immediately felt a momentary dizziness and his body swayed. Grandma Tong seized the opportunity and casually shot out two thin ice shards. By the time Wu Long recovered from the shock, two ice shards had already been planted. Even Wu Long's protective true qi and strong body couldn't withstand them. Suddenly, an intense itching sensation emanated from his bones, and Wu Long immediately cried out,

"Life and Death Talisman?"

Grandma Tong's face was extremely pale, obviously these two unexpected moves had exhausted all her inner strength. She said with a hint of smugness:

"Indeed, it is the Life and Death Talisman. I suppose you also know from Wu Yazi that this is my ultimate technique. He only knew the general idea. He can be hit by the Life and Death Talisman, but he doesn't know how to remove it. Hmph, those hit by the Life and Death Talisman cannot live or die, and are controlled by others, hence the name Life and Death Talisman! To learn how to break the Life and Death Talisman, you must learn how to launch it, and to learn how to launch it, you must first learn how to make it. Don't underestimate this small piece of thin ice. To make it as thin as paper, without being able to be pierced or broken, and without knowing how to remove it, even if your internal strength is higher than mine, you can only suppress it. Hmph, you can enjoy its taste for now. I'm not an ungrateful person. I'm just letting you suffer temporarily. I'll remove it for you after I kill that one."

Wu Long couldn't speak because the bone-chilling itching had spread all over his body. Anyone else would have rolled on the ground in agony, but Wu Long's internal strength was extremely profound, and his willpower was like steel. He endured the pain and used his true energy to search for the traces of the Life and Death Talisman.

At this moment, Li Qiushui on the ground heard the noise and opened her eyes. Seeing the situation, she was secretly relieved to have escaped death. But ultimately, she couldn't escape death today, and all she wanted now was a quick death. A thought flashed through her mind, and she looked at the Old Woman and cried out,

"Senior Sister, if you won't let me off easily, please have mercy and kill me with one strike!"

The Old Woman coldly snorted and replied, "I can't let you die like this. You wanted to steal my life's worth of divine skills, so I'll take all your power in return. Letting you die with your power scattered is already a good deal for you!"

The Old Woman snorted again, bent down and struck Li Qiushui's chest and abdomen several times with her palms, then sat cross-legged beside her, placing her right hand on Li Qiushui's Tanzhong acupoint on her chest, and closed her eyes slightly to absorb the power. Although the Old Woman didn't know the Beiming Divine Art, which absorbed others' internal energy for her own use, the Xiaoyao Sect had other secret methods to absorb others' power. However, it wasn't as free as the Beiming method, and it required special techniques to activate, and the person being absorbed needed to be subdued first. Unlike Bei Ming, who could absorb the enemy's internal energy during combat, Li Qiushui's appearance aged rapidly as her own power diminished. What was once the appearance of a beautiful woman in her thirties or forties now looked like someone in their fifties or sixties. Just then, another strange change occurred.

Tong Lao felt a peculiar internal force emanating from Li Qiushui's body. The meridians near her Tongquchi acupoint twitched, and then an immense, overwhelming internal force suddenly reversed course, impacting her meridians and rushing towards her dantian. Tong Lao was horrified; she had entered a state of qi deviation. She quickly released Li Qiushui's body, sat cross-legged, and tried to control her rampaging true energy. However, her meridians had already changed. The internal energy of her hidden [Eight Directions Six Intoxications I Alone Divine Art], which had been dormant deep within her body, erupted from every part of her body, converging into a torrent that surged towards her dantian with unstoppable force, seemingly about to explode her body.

The violent, relentless force assaulted her acupoints and meridians. This caused her meridians to ache with a tearing pain. Not only that, but she also felt her soul being forcibly twisted and distorted by this tiny internal force. The pain, emanating from her very soul, caused large beads of sweat to continuously pour from all over her body, soaking her clothes. The needle-like true energy began to travel faster and thicker, but the more intense pain caused the veins on her hands, feet, and face to bulge. The muscles on her face twitched and twisted uncontrollably, making her look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

For a moment, the snow-capped peak fell silent again. After an incense stick's time, Li Qiushui finally broke free from Wu Long's acupoint striking technique. Looking at the suffering Tong Lao, she laughed and said,

"Senior Sister, you have lost after all. Do you know why I cultivated the [Heavenly Charm] seductive art? It wasn't for men, as you said. It was precisely to deal with you. You forcibly reversed the Supreme Yang Art passed down by Master, which had long ago planted hidden dangers in your body. And the seductive art's internal energy was the trigger for your hidden dangers to erupt! Now, only someone who has cultivated a skill like the Goddess of the Sealing Goddess Art can absorb the internal energy you have accumulated through several reincarnations, causing your internal energy to be completely drained into the opponent's stamina. You have always prided yourself on keeping your virginity for your junior brother Wu Yazi. This time, I will let you die in that kind of **."

Chapter 156 of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: Tong Lao's Charm 3

At this moment, Wu Long had already used his profound internal energy to suppress the Life and Death Talisman. Seeing this, Li Qiushui laughed and said:

"Junior niece, enjoy this! Consider it my thank-you gift!"

With that, she vanished in a gust of wind. Although she had outmaneuvered Tong Lao, her power was significantly diminished, and she had no chance against the recovered Wu Long. Wu Long had heard everything Li Qiushui said. Seeing Tong Lao sitting cross-legged, trembling slightly, with bursts of true energy emanating from her body and a faint popping sound, he knew she was indeed suffering from a qi deviation. He immediately picked her up and carried her to the cave.

He laid her down cross-legged and placed his palms on her back, channeling a small amount of internal energy to check her. However, the energy was completely blocked by a peculiar true energy, preventing any progress. Wu Long added more energy, but the same thing happened. Just as he was wondering, he suddenly felt the true energy slowly moving forward, which puzzled him even more. He immediately tried channeling energy to several other acupoints, but the result was still the same. What was going on?

Wu Long was filled with doubt, feeling the dense true energy slowly moving inwards, but it seemed to be gathering somewhere. Thinking about the meridians where the acupoints were located, a flash of insight struck him, and he was immediately shocked: his dantian! His dantian was in trouble! It turned out that Tong Lao's internal energy disorder wasn't as simple as a qi deviation; strange true energy was gathering in her dantian from all her meridians. If such a vast amount of true energy were to gather there, Tong Lao's dantian couldn't possibly contain it; she would likely explode and die.

Wu Long quickly tried to stop the movement of the true energy. Then he remembered that his Northern Darkness Divine Art could absorb internal energy for his own use. Without hesitation, he spread his palms apart and placed them on Tong Lao's shoulders and back, activating his Northern Darkness Divine Art to absorb it. However, the true energy only moved slightly and was not absorbed by Wu Long. Wu Long was even more puzzled, but he didn't care about anything else and simply transferred a portion of his internal energy to her. After merging with the true energy, he suddenly activated the Northern Darkness Divine Art, forcefully drawing it back. The true energy was suddenly drawn in, initially flowing out in small streams, flowing from the meridians in Wu Long's hands to the meridians in his body.

Granny Tong was struggling to resist, and it seemed that the last acupoint barrier in her dantian was about to be breached. She thought she might die and suffer a tragic end of exploding body. Suddenly, two extremely strong suction forces came from behind, and the pressure from the two streams of true energy on her immediately eased, gradually retreating. Her mind immediately relaxed a lot, and she immediately realized that Wu Long was using the Northern Darkness Divine Art to help her. Thinking of this, she didn't know why she suddenly felt a strong confidence, and she conserved her energy to control it and rushed outward. Two of the streams of true energy, already absorbed by her, were propelled even faster by the Tong Lao's counterattack. This caused the true energy to circulate through her meridians, and like internal force, it lost its pressure on her dantian. It circulated freely within her meridians, while simultaneously flowing into Wu Long's body through the two meridians. Almost all of the true energy was compressed into her dantian.

The internal energy he once possessed was also drawn into the power of the technique, rapidly circulating within his body, gradually mixing with the true energy and flowing into Wu Long's body. Wu Long felt his meridians gradually swell, the true energy seemingly inexhaustible, constantly surging into his body. His meridians swelled continuously, his whole body aching with unbearable pain, yet it wouldn't stop. He didn't know what was wrong with Tong Lao Gui; she showed signs of dizziness and being unable to bear it.

Tong Lao Gui felt waves of emptiness within her body, as if her power had completely dissipated, utterly empty. Her entire body felt like a giant wine jar, yet without a single drop of liquid, utterly devoid of anything. A feeling slowly welled up within her. A longing slowly rose within him, a yearning for a solid feeling to fill his emptiness, to fill his void. Just then, he felt a strange change in his lower back. Wu Long wanted to stop, but how could he? He felt the true energy circulating uncontrollably within him for half a moment, then suddenly a stream rushed towards the acupoint in his groin. There was no obstruction there; the true energy instantly surged through, and his penis swelled and hardened like a balloon, pressing firmly against the area below Tong Lao's waist.

He couldn't help but smile wryly. He hadn't intended to use any aphrodisiacs; how had things turned out like this? At this moment, the pent-up desire within him began to rise again. He suddenly wanted a place to release, to release the abnormal fullness that filled his body, to completely expel it, to let his body calm down. Suddenly, the old woman's hand reached out, grasped his heat, and pressed it down, while she lifted her hips, trying to guide his penis into her deepest recesses. For some reason, the old woman's face transformed into that of a ten-year-old girl, incredibly delicate, yet her cheeks flushed, her face radiant with spring, her alluring eyes gazing at Wu Long with uncontrollable shyness, helplessly saying,

"Good man, come quickly, come quickly. I feel so, so uncomfortable..."

Strangely, her voice was no longer aged, but as soft as a true ten-year-old girl's. The old woman could barely speak clearly, only able to moan incessantly. Wu Long placed the old woman on the ground. The old woman was only ten years old, but possessed an innate allure, a unique charm, like an extremely precocious child. She had a large face and large breasts, an indescribable allure.

The old woman's eyes were hazy, her body limp and powerless from the stimulation, lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, a burning heat in her lower abdomen. It was as if a small sun had formed there. A terrifying heat slowly radiated out, leaving her bewildered and helpless. Her current state made Wu Long feel a guilty sense of violation.

However, the unbearable discomfort within him prevented Wu Long from stopping himself. At this point, even if it was truly necessary, he couldn't let her go. Wu Long sat down on the ground, placing Tong Lao on his lap, so she faced him, her slender, soft legs wrapped around his waist. Wu Long's erect penis pressed unceremoniously against her childlike breasts, his hands tightly gripping her tiny waist. He stared into her eyes. She breathed heavily, and Tong Lao seemed to regain some consciousness, her eyes wide open. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever dared to treat her like this, but Wu Long held her tightly, and she was powerless to struggle free, so she could only let Wu Long do as he pleased.

Now, Tong Lao was like a small insect nailed to the ground. Her mere struggle only fueled Wu Long's desire. He forcefully clasped his hands together, his powerful energy instantly surging into her body. Her body temperature rose to an unprecedented high, a powerful surge spreading throughout her entire body from her dantian. "No...don't!"

Her remaining rationality made her feel the immense masculine pressure emanating from Wu Long. She seemed to know what was about to happen, and a sense of fear washed over her. Completely unprepared, Wu Long forcefully pressed his body against hers, fiercely kissing her cherry-like lips, aggressively swirling his tongue around her nipples. Wu Long pulled her into his arms, his large, hot hands roaming over every inch of her body. The old woman cried out, her pupils gradually dilating, her mind unable to think of anything else. Through Wu Long's unique divine power, even a little girl like her could not escape his clutches.

With the most skillful techniques, he stimulated every sensitive acupoint, awakening the deepest desires buried within her body, allowing her to experience the pleasures of being a woman. Wu Long savored every drop of nectar secreted from her mouth, his hands caressing her body as he peeled away her clothes piece by piece from her petite frame. Her beautiful, smooth, milk-like skin was revealed. Wu Long moved his gaze downwards from her swollen nipples, kissing her velvety neck, finally taking her still-developing, tender nipple into his mouth with a deep, forceful suck. The old woman cried out wildly. Wu Long felt her body convulse violently. With a resounding boom, a stream of slippery fluid sprayed onto his head. Wu Long felt a surge of excitement; he could actually bring a ten-year-old girl, who had seemingly rejuvenated herself, to such a state—it was simply unbelievable.

Wu Long held her waist with one hand, and with the other, he grasped her small, perfectly sized breast, lifting her up. "Does it feel good?" Wu Long intensified his stimulation while whispering in her ear. Her legs were spread wide by Wu Long's thick waist, and his penis was pressed against her wet vulva. With a slight push, Wu Long pried open her tightly closed vulva, clamping his head between them. Both of them cried out at the same time. Wu Long was in ecstasy, while she was in intense pain from being forcibly penetrated in her innocent and immature state.

"Grandma Tong..." Wu Long carefully inquired about her feelings. He had to be very careful with a girl as young as her. Although Wu Long had used his internal energy to alleviate most of her pain, she was not yet fully climaxed and could hardly withstand such intense stimulation.

"No...no..."

Grandma Tong cried out,

"It hurts so much...ah! My body feels like it's being torn in two!"

"Is that so? Grandma Tong will be alright soon..."

Wu Long called her name. Suddenly, his hands plunged into her labia, a surge of powerful energy rushing into her body. Wu Long forcefully parted her legs, then thrust himself inside her. Tong Lao let out a bloodcurdling scream. Had there not been only a handful of cats and dogs in the school, Wu Long and his companions would have been in grave danger. "Ah..." Tong Lao glared at Wu Long and yelled, "You deserve to die!" The attack felt as if she had been cleaved in two, filling her with intense hatred.

Tong Lao was furious, her body tightly filled by Wu Long's member. Besides the excruciating pain, there was also a strange sensation, quite perplexing to her. Wu Long's energy circulated throughout her body, easing her pain, while simultaneously allowing her to experience the unbelievably abundant primordial yin within her—truly a rare treasure. The pain gradually subsided, and Wu Long gently moved inside her. She cried out in surprise, not understanding why she was experiencing this sensation; a surging, powerful energy welled up within her. Wu Long's internal energy, combined with his natural endowment and exquisite technique, deeply explored her feminine instincts. She cried out, her face filled with utter astonishment, as if she couldn't believe this change. "Why...why..." Her eyes widened as Wu Long's force pushed her head against the ground. Her soul floated within her, rising to an impossible height, feeling ethereal.

In the cave, a burly man was forcefully pressing down on a little girl who was less than a third his size, giving off a brutal aura. The little girl even had an ethereal expression on her face, her small, delicate, but smooth and white hands and feet clinging tightly to the man on top of her, unable to let go. "Ah..." Tong Lao screamed hysterically, and clenched her fist inward. A stream of yin essence sprayed onto Wu Long's penis. The intense sensation instantly spread throughout Wu Long's body. No matter how skilled he was, he could not suppress the urge. At the same time, Wu Long ejaculated deep into her body.

It felt amazing, so incredibly amazing. He never imagined such a little girl could give him this feeling; it was truly astonishing. Her tiny feet and hands, and her small yet exquisitely beautiful body, were so captivating. Wu Long lovingly caressed every corner of her body. With their bodies still tightly intertwined, Wu Long absorbed her abundant yin energy, blending it with his own yang energy, circulating it within them. With each cycle, Wu Long's fighting spirit grew stronger.

Wu Long now felt only one thing: his body was being overwhelmed by the surging true energy and internal force, and he needed to find a way to release the excess true energy and internal force. His hardness surged into Tong Lao's body, then withdrew violently, then surged back in, penetrating to the very bottom. Wu Long felt like he was about to explode, driven by both a sense of crisis and a frenzied rage, rapidly and fiercely assaulting the weaker body beneath him.

With each deep thrust of Wu Long, Tong Lao could feel a tangible sense of fullness, yet her body remained utterly empty, except for her most private and tender parts. She yearned for that feeling of fullness to fill the emptiness within her. Wu Long suddenly felt a jolt in his body; he knew the crucial moment was approaching. Giving up all tenderness, he pulled Tong Lao's legs back tightly, ensuring each powerful thrust penetrated to the very core, reaching her clitoris.

He let out a low growl, thrusting rapidly a few times, then collapsed onto Tong Lao's frail body, panting heavily. He pressed firmly against her clitoris, violently shaking, and streams of viscous essence poured onto her. Tong Lao, stimulated by these scalding spurts, her delicate body trembled violently. A moist, viscous fluid gushed from her clitoris, mingling with the scalding liquid. Just then, Wu Long suddenly thrust inward, the dragon's head and the flower's stamen joining together intimately. As he finished ejaculating his gathered essence, he suddenly felt the surging, uncontrollable internal energy within him find an outlet, rushing towards his genitals with incredible speed and force. The perineum was breached without obstruction, and Wu Long felt a swelling throughout his body, instantly erupting like a volcano towards Tong Lao's flower stamen.

Afterward, Tong Lao felt as if she were at her peak, but the emptiness within her body grew stronger and stronger. She desperately craved a feeling of fullness to fill her, and for some reason,

Tong Lao's flower stamen began to throb with Wu Long's dragon's head at this moment. At that instant, a surging force rushed in from the flower stamen, instantly breaking through the only acupoint there, flowing into her entire body's meridians, rapidly filling her long-lost emptiness. Wu Long, on the other hand, felt the swelling within him vanish completely. As their inner energy surged, they experienced a sensation even more intense than that of the peak of the Sui Dynasty. "Sniff!" Both of them gasped simultaneously. Whether it was a telepathic connection or a sudden inspiration, their hands involuntarily formed palms together. Left palm against right, right palm against left, pressed tightly together. Tong Lao, seemingly out of nowhere, sat upright, and the two assumed a normal training posture, facing each other, palms touching. Of course, their private parts remained tightly joined, impossible to separate.

Suddenly, the powerful inner energy flowed from the acupoints where their palms met, along their private parts, back into Tong Lao's body. This cycle repeated itself, and almost involuntarily, both began to circulate their energy according to the "Eight Desolations and Six Platforms, I Alone Am Supreme Technique" method. The true energy within their bodies, now interconnected, began to circulate according to specific trajectories. It flowed from Wu Long's body through their private parts into Tong Lao's, then back through their arms and back into Wu Long's body,

endlessly circulating like a surging river, growing ever more powerful and vast. Initially, a faint white gas emanated from their nostrils, swirling around them. Gradually, more and more of it appeared, as if two white worms were crawling out of each of their nostrils. The gas surged forth, spreading outwards and enveloping their bodies in layers of white energy, forming a white sphere that completely concealed them from the outside. (

Chapter 156, "Tong Lao's Allure," Part 1 of "Fallen Heavenly Dragon World")

Their true energy continuously leaked from their bodies, forming white mist that surrounded them. Amidst the swirling white mist, a crackling sound could be faintly heard, growing louder and louder, echoing incessantly within the cave. After a long while, Wu Long opened his eyes. He gently exhaled a breath of stale air, finally regaining his senses from the deepest level of meditation. His entire body was brimming with true energy, a significant leap forward in both quantity and quality. Truly, he was like a phoenix rising from the ashes, spreading his wings and being reborn amidst raging flames!

Just as he was about to push himself up, he suddenly cried out in surprise! The protective aura around him had solidified from its formlessness, trapping him like a cage! He forcefully pushed out a palm strike, but the powerful internal energy bounced back upon touching the wall of light. Unable to move, he was immediately struck squarely by his own palm strike, shuddering violently, feeling as if he were about to vomit blood. Fortunately, this internal energy originated from him, and the "Northern Darkness Divine Art" possessed the ability to absorb energy. Although subjected to the recoil, the true energy was still absorbed back into his body.

This wall of light was formed from the combined and leaked true energy of him and Tong Lao. Attracted by their true energy, it gathered and did not disperse. As their true energy changed, this leaked true energy also underwent a strange transformation, becoming incomparably hard. While pondering, he found that his breathing was somewhat suffocating! It turned out that this light barrier was so airtight that not even air could get in!

This was truly alarming! If he and Tong Lao were trapped here, with their cultivation levels and his exertion from inside, the combined strength of the two of them would surely be able to break through this light barrier! But at this moment, the most essential thing, air, was about to run out, and he could not hold on for much longer! Although innate masters could breathe internally, there were limits. Tong Lao was still in a deep state of embryonic breathing, and Wu Long dared not wake her, otherwise, if they both breathed together, they would die even faster.

Seeing that the air was becoming increasingly thin, Wu Long could no longer sit and think, and suddenly began to punch and kick. "Thump, thump, thump!" The punches and kicks he threw seemed to hit a mountain, bouncing back one by one. In this cramped illusion, he couldn't exert his full strength at all; instead, he would be injured by the impact. Half an hour later, the light barrier surrounding his body showed obvious cracks. Wu Long's breathing was like an old ox pulling a broken cart, making a wheezing sound. Although he couldn't breathe fresh air anymore, his instinct to breathe didn't stop. It was unclear whether he had successfully broken through the light barrier and saved his life, or whether he had run out of strength and suffocated inside the barrier first!

"Ah!" He roared, but his body couldn't withstand the violent true energy and almost split open! At this moment, the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand-Yangming opened up simultaneously, and a large amount of pure innate true energy surged into his limbs and meridians! At the critical moment of life and death, stimulated by the excruciating pain, Wu Long finally unleashed his potential again, opening the last two meridians of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians! His eight extraordinary meridians flowed smoothly, his internal energy surging freely. With each movement of his limbs, a vast surge of true energy erupted forth. With a terrifying force, as if the heavens and earth had just parted, the light barrier was instantly shattered by his surging true energy, and a powerful current of energy surged violently within the small, secret chamber!

Within the light barrier lay no less than a hundred units of his internal energy, a force that no one in the world could fully withstand! If it weren't for the fact that all this internal energy originated from him, and that the "Northern Darkness Divine Art" was adept at absorbing true energy, he would likely have already been reduced to a pulp by the impact of this energy! The cave's rocks were incredibly hard, but the true energy emitted by Wu Long was simply too domineering. The energy that touched them paused slightly, but the subsequent force was like a devastating blow, tearing the cave walls to shreds!

With a deafening roar, the cave ceiling was blasted away by an inexplicable surge of true energy, sending countless large and small stones crashing down. Carrying the Child Granny, Wu Long emerged from the cave, the air, fragrant with the scent of earth, filling his lungs. He greedily began to breathe, his eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face. As he focused his mind and slowed his breathing, the soreness in his muscles and the emptiness in his meridians made him feel as if he weren't truly himself. Contrary to this feeling, his spirit became increasingly clear and bright. Gradually, his spirit rippled gently with his slow, deep breaths, as serene as the fragrance of roses, as sweet as the gentle moonlight. A cool, subtle energy, unlike the scalding true energy, flowed gently through his numb body, softly caressing every cell, every nerve, every inch of his being. He could feel his body and spirit perfectly united, tranquility and peace dominating his thoughts.

He discovered that his mutated true energy could change its yin and yang attributes according to his thoughts, transforming smoothly and naturally, without any stiffness. To experience the slightly cool airflow, the true yang energy of the Blazing Sun True Energy was the most suitable method, like a drop of cold water falling into a pot of boiling oil; two opposite temperatures were the best way to perceive each other.

The strong "" stood outside the cave, the scalding and warm Blazing Sun True Energy gently spreading throughout every inch of his body, even every hair, making his senses on the surface of his body even more acute. He closed his eyes and carefully felt the slight changes in the touch as the slightly cool airflow passed over his exposed skin. Little by little, he found the feeling, and finally, the feeling became more and more real, gradually forming a three-dimensional image of the airflow in his mind. This three-dimensional image formed in his mind was entirely based on the sensitive senses of his body, so as the strength of the airflow felt on his body changed, the three-dimensional image also underwent subtle changes.

At this moment, the contraction and explosion of the true qi in the dantian slowed down and began to undergo subtle changes. The true qi in the dantian formed a rotating vortex as usual. Although the rotation speed was no different from usual, the speed at which it contracted towards the center was terrifyingly slow. "Whoosh! Whoosh!" Wu Long carefully felt it. The true qi in his body flowed back to the dantian from all the meridians. The rotating true qi continued to rotate and compress towards the center, compressing and compressing as if there was no end. The qi in the center became denser and denser, far exceeding the original limit of compression, but it still continued to compress and compress, attracting all the true qi in the body back to the center of the dantian. Finally, the true qi vortex also began to shrink towards the center.

Finally, it compressed into a tiny, fingernail-sized ball of condensed energy in the center of his dantian. It spun slowly, slower and slower, until it finally stopped, standing still. At that moment, it was as if time had stood still. Wu Long stopped too, quietly sensing the seemingly ordinary ball of condensed energy in his dantian, awaiting the next change. "Crack!" Like the sound of an eggshell breaking, the condensed energy ball exploded. It was different, completely unlike the violent explosions of the past. This explosion was very slight, like a lively, scalding stream of boiling water suddenly spreading from the true energy ball, instantly washing over and nourishing every cell, nerve, and meridian in his body. All 36,000 pores on his skin opened in an instant, allowing for a more seamless connection between his body and the primordial energy of heaven and earth. The feeling that made his soul feel like it was floating on air was even more exhilarating and comfortable than the previous violent explosions of true energy. Wu Long felt nothing more than this!

At this moment, he was like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, everything that had been before, like the protective aura around him, shattered into pieces! The "Northern Darkness Divine Art" flowed smoothly and effortlessly, merging with the Child Granny's true energy, and his inner strength surged directly into his body. However, from death to life, his spirit had undergone an immense test; the distinct Yin and Yang inner strength within him had completely merged into one, like chaos. If it were just a battle of inner strength, probably no one could defeat him!

As if by telepathy, the Child Granny let out a soft cry, as if she had experienced the most wonderful and comfortable thing in the world, and a blissful smile appeared on her face. As Tong Lao opened her eyes, about to speak, Wu Long suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" and pointed at her, overjoyed yet hesitant, saying,

"Tong Lao, you, you, you..."

He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Tong Lao, also puzzled by Wu Long's change in expression, asked curiously, "What's wrong with me?"

Her voice reached her ears, and she trembled, suddenly frozen in shock. She heard her own clear, melodious voice, not her aged, weary voice. Wu Long suddenly embraced Tong Lao, planting a deep kiss on her youthful face, and exclaimed with boundless joy,

"Great! Great! Absolutely wonderful!!"

Tong Lao, wondering why her voice had changed so drastically, was suddenly kissed by Wu Long, her face flushed, the lingering sweetness adding a blush to her already beautiful cheeks. At this moment, she also looked towards Wu Long and felt as if a strange halo had enveloped his face, shimmering and possessing an aura of majesty that made people afraid to look directly at him. His body, bronze in color, also seemed to have a new life, its radiance shifting and reflecting a faint glow. The originally dark and icy place seemed to have gained some light. Looking at Wu Long's body, she felt that something was different, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. There was only a feeling that he seemed to have become younger and stronger.

Seeing that Tong Lao was also staring at her in a daze, Wu Long couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with me?"

With a wave of his hand, the cold moisture in the air instantly formed a knife in his hand. Then, the light revealed his appearance, shimmering and possessing an aura of majesty that made people afraid to look directly at him. His body, bronze in color, seemed to have a new life, its radiance shimmering faintly. The old woman said softly,

"Wu Long, you've become younger."

She reached out her delicate, tender hand to Wu Long's firm chest. Wu Long smiled bitterly. "I'm only in my early twenties. If I become

younger , I'll be no longer a teenager." But Tong Lao's transformation was far more astonishing than his. Now, Tong Lao was a young girl of sixteen or seventeen, with a tender, lamb-like body. She sat there, her skin smooth and delicate, with a pretty face and exquisite features. She was truly a little beauty. Her face was flushed, revealing both youthful innocence and maturity. She possessed the innocence of a young girl, the naivety of a child, the mature charm of a woman, and the wisdom of an old woman. The qualities of all four stages of life were concentrated in her. She gave people the feeling of wanting to fall in love with her at first sight. Even women felt a flutter in their hearts. Her breasts were small yet erect, with a pink jewel-like nipple and a bright red areola at the top, as if calling him to come and harvest them. Two pale pink nipples, slightly upturned, glistening and delicate, trembled slightly, standing erect on her incredibly tender breasts. They were utterly adorable, irresistible to touch. The round, smooth shape of her breasts resembled two pure and beautiful white jade lotus flowers; the two nipples highlighted a delicate rosy blush. The curve of her lower abdomen was very soft; below her smooth belly, moderate pubic hair curled like soft, rotten grass, lying smoothly at the junction of her legs, exceptionally beautiful.

If Li Qiushui saw this, she would be terrified. Was this beautiful girl really the same Tong Lao, the one who had been her rival for seventy or eighty years, the one who would never grow up, like a little princess?

Wu Long chuckled, suddenly reaching out and grabbing Tong Lao, gently... Tong Lao trembled, unable to contain her shame, avoiding Wu Long's extremely aggressive gaze. Looking down, she suddenly saw her snow-white legs tightly wrapped around Wu Long's waist, and she became even more ashamed. Just as her body went slightly limp, she suddenly came to her senses and asked,

"Whose body is this?" She reached out and examined it closely. Seeing that her own body was as soft and smooth as a baby's, it was nothing like her original body. A wave of tingling and numbness spread through her chest, and she unconsciously asked,

"Whose body is this?"

She reached out and examined her hands closely. Her breasts, soft and smooth like a baby's, were nothing like her original ones. A tingling, numbing sensation spread through her chest. She unconsciously glanced inside, only to be startled again. She pushed Wu Long's hand away, staring blankly at her two previously empty breasts, now fully erect and back to their original shape.

"This...this...is this still me?"

Wu Long's breathing became heavy, his face flushed, and his eyes shone with a strange light—a physiological radiance, fiery, passionate, and yearning. He raised his hands again, touching Tong Lao's shoulders, his body trembling. Suddenly, he embraced her fragrant, hot body, pressing his cheek heavily against her delicate pink cheek, his arms strong and powerful, like a giant iron clamp.

In Chapter 157 of the first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, the eternal virgin

Tonglao was startled. She tried to push Wu Long away but found him too strong to budge. Tonglao felt powerless and could only let Wu Long do as he pleased. Wu Long slowly loosened his grip, lifting her black hair to reveal her jade-like neck. His burning lips eagerly pressed against her cold one. Tonglao shuddered and turned her head in a panic, her earlobe brushing against Wu Long's lips. He immediately took her earlobe in his mouth and gently nibbled at it… "No…"

she protested, but the sound she made was more like a moan. Wu Long wrapped his arms around her from behind, forcing her to bend her elbows and push back, making it impossible for her to move. This position allowed Wu Long's chest to press tightly against her smooth back, and his hands to freely roam over her chest.

Wu Long's hard, burning embrace scorched her, melting away the coldness inch by inch, replaced by a feverish heat that made her want to be closer to him, yet instinctively knew she should stay away. "No..."

Her writhing provoked Wu Long even deeper. He felt her trembling and understood her disingenuousness. "Shut up, Wu Xingyun!"

Wu Long whispered Tong Lao's name in her ear, turning his head to silence her with a kiss. To punish her, Wu Long roughly pressed his tongue against hers, sucking and nibbling at her soft lips. A sliver of reason remained in her dizzy head; she knew that if she allowed Wu Long's skillful tongue into her mouth, she would be unable to stop his further advances. Her clenched teeth failed to frustrate Wu Long; his large hands suddenly covered hers, expertly kneading them. A surge of emotion coursed through her chest, causing Tong Lao's small hands to loosen involuntarily. The quilt slipped down to her waist, and she reflexively gasped, allowing Wu Long's long tongue to slip inside. A

deep kiss swept over her with overwhelming force, Wu Long's tongue domineeringly ravaging her mouth, igniting a fire within her, an uncontrollable surge of excitement. Wu Long successfully teased her delicate tongue, and her now-soft body slumped against his chest. Just before he felt suffocated, Wu Long interrupted this unprecedentedly long kiss, his large hands still holding hers, wantonly kneading... "Mmm..." Tong Lao involuntarily moaned.

Her soul-stirring moans made Wu Long's blood boil. His dark eyes swept over her bare upper body, one hand leaving her already swollen breast, slowly moving downwards to find the hidden grove he so desired. "Uh..." Tong Lao reacted reflexively when Wu Long's hand slipped between her legs. Wu Long didn't urge her, even though he was sweating profusely from holding back. Wu Long moved his fingers within that small space, kneading her petals forcefully, causing her to secrete more juice.

A wave of heat swept over Tong Lao, a high-pitched moan escaping from her throat. Her legs went weak and parted slightly, creating more space for Wu Long, conveying the message that he could do whatever he wanted... "You like it, don't you, Tong Lao? You're actually just a..."

Wu Long lifted his head from her throbbing spot, a seductive smile spreading across his half-closed but fiery eyes. His lips covered her rosy lips again, this time easily penetrating her. To reward her submissiveness, Wu Long simultaneously slid his long fingers into her silky passage. The old woman let out more soft moans, which Wu Long completely absorbed. He tightly entwined her soft tongue, his touch both tight and loose, while his long fingers inside her moved in rhythm with her tongue. The old woman felt as if she were surrounded by flames, writhing against Wu Long in a daze of passion. In an instant, her body involuntarily lurched forward, her toes curling automatically.

Before she could come again, Wu Long abruptly withdrew his fingers. The old woman felt as if she had been kicked off a cloud, her eyes wide with a mixture of resentment and anger as she stared at Wu Long. The burning pain in her abdomen made her curl up in discomfort, but Wu Long's body, as hot as iron, immediately covered hers again. "Open your legs for me."

This was the moment Wu Long wanted, when she couldn't resist, she willingly opened her body for him, willingly offering herself completely to him. "Bigger,"

Wu Long commanded in a hoarse voice, looking into her downcast eyes. Her shy, helpless yet submissive appearance made it almost impossible for Wu Long to control himself, but he still managed to suppress his burning desire. "Look at me,"

Wu Long placed himself in the space she had opened for him, his large member pressing against her soft entrance and slowly caressing it. "Call my name," Wu Long commanded forcefully into her hazy, beautiful eyes. He wanted her to clearly recognize that it was Wu Long who possessed her body! Tong Lao was filled with confusion, but the throbbing pain within her body, desperately needing relief, compelled her to obey. "Wu Long?" She instinctively arched her body. Her soft call and proactive movements greatly pleased Wu Long, his boiling desire reaching its peak. "Call again, don't stop!"

Wu Long thrust his body forward, plunging into her wet, hot depths. "...Ah..."

Pain washed over her as Wu Long thrust into her, but beneath it rose a tingling sensation that grew stronger and stronger, eventually transforming into an overwhelming wave of pleasure that washed over her... Sensing her response, Wu Long released her lips and tongue. "Who am I?" Wu Long asked, panting heavily, his large hands tightening around her delicate body, holding her tightly against his chest. "Wu Long...uh..." "Very good! Remember, I am your man!" Wu Long lifted her, burying his face in her skin, imprinting marks upon her flesh, listening to the moans escaping from her lips.

Tong Lao trembled uncontrollably. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, she could only helplessly cling to Wu Long, letting him lead her to peak after peak… Her watery eyes gazed into Wu Long's lustful black pupils, knowing she couldn't refuse him, this gentle, handsome man…

“Ah!! It hurts! It hurts!!!” Tong Lao suddenly felt an extremely intense pain within her body, letting out a low, unbearable cry. The physical pain mixed with a complex mix of emotions caused her to weep. What Wu Long found extremely strange was that he had once again touched that not-so-thin barrier—it was the hymen? Wu Long's thoughts raced. The mutated [Eight Directions, Six Intoxications, I Alone Am Supreme] divine skill could actually repair that thing… wasn't that the legendary [Holy Maiden's] eternal…

This was as if it were the first time. Although it was already sufficiently moistened, and the valley of the Child Granny was exceptionally narrow, Wu Long's swollen and thick member was tightly surrounded and squeezed by the beautiful, tight, and narrow passage of the Jade Woman's virginity, leaving no gap and making it difficult to move. The Child Granny's soft, pink and delicate jade gate was extremely expanded, and the original delicate pink color was replaced by a deep red.

The stunningly beautiful woman violently swayed her delicate body, her soft body trembling and bending, struggling to step on the ground, her buttocks and backs sinking deep into the snow. For a master like the Child Granny, she was impervious to heat and cold and did not care about the cold of the snow at all; her slender and delicate hands desperately pushed against Wu Long's thick chest, using all her strength to push outwards. Her full head of black hair was disheveled and scattered in front of her and beside her beautiful pillow, her starry eyes were hazy, and her eyes were full of tears, showing a delicate and pitiful charm like a pear blossom in the rain.

The tearful, pained expression of the woman in his heart jolted Wu Long out of his reverie, from his wild and unrestrained state. Wu Long knew clearly that if he forced his way in, the delicate valley of the beautiful woman would surely be unbearably painful. Filled with deep remorse and overflowing tenderness, Wu Long gently kissed the beautiful woman's cheek, extending his tongue to tenderly lick away her tears and sweat. He then deeply kissed her aching, bloodless lips, licking away the blood. He temporarily halted his burgeoning advance, slowly rotating, letting the rounded tip grind against the woman's flower stem, widening the walls of her newly opened virgin valley.

Wu Xingyun, experiencing the intense pain of a first penetration, had it slowly subside after Wu Long's gentle care and tender affection. At the same time, another strange feeling gradually took its place. The old woman was tormented by another itchy sensation from the depths of the flower bud in the secluded valley. She felt as if bees and butterflies were dancing and fish and insects were swimming in the depths of her delicate flower core, touching her lightly and then drifting away, leaving her with an indescribable emptiness and sadness.

When the thick, hard penis entered her secret cave, it did indeed hurt like a burn, but the initial tearing pain had disappeared. Now there was only a penetrating pain. The pain that came through was a concrete manifestation that had finally disappeared. The old woman was suddenly surprised because the penis inserted into her secret cave was throbbing. It was a very strange feeling, and another kind of feeling, different from the pain, also arose from there. It was a feeling that was more intense than touching the sensitive or protruding clitoris.

That incredibly subtle sensation, slowly welling up from the opening that held Wu Long's phallus, was both itchy and tingling—a feeling beyond words. Tong Lao seemed unable to bear it, involuntarily writhing, her flowing, ribbon-like hair cascading down her back, letting out a soft moan. There was still some pain, but it radiated straight to the top of her head; the pain and pleasure were mixed together, yet these two sensations, though similar, were completely different. Lü Shui Yao was experiencing both simultaneously.

Wu Long carefully observed her, pressing his lower abdomen tightly against Tong Lao's, swaying left and right or drawing circles with his phallus as the center. This method only twisted the mucous membranes or fleshy petals, so it was much less painful than during intercourse. Blood flowed down with the fluids and pleasure from the petals.

Tong Lao occasionally experienced sharp, convulsive sensations from the fleshy walls holding his phallus. At these times, she would involuntarily cry out "Ugh!" and quickly shut her mouth, realizing she was doing it repeatedly, her continuous, undulating moans filling the air. Her whole body became embarrassingly hot, gradually overwhelming the usually unapproachable and gentle Tong Lao. She was almost dizzy from the overwhelming feeling of being suspended in mid-air. She longed for her beloved to shower her with affection, but due to a woman's inherent modesty, although she desperately craved his love, she was too ashamed to speak of it. She could only subtly sway her pert buttocks in a coy manner.

Despite his reluctance to leave, Wu Long retreated instead of advancing, forcefully withdrawing his hot, hard penis gradually. Although the withdrawal was gentle and slow, Wu Long's entire jade stem had almost completely exited the beautiful woman's body, leaving only the round glans of the jade stem remaining inside her mysterious valley. As Wu Long's jade stem slowly withdrew, a large amount of fragrant, crystal-clear, smooth liquid mixed with specks of bright red immediately flowed from the entrance of the child woman's secret passage. This striking, vibrant crimson color was the most precious and sacred virgin blood of the peerless heroine Tong Lao, the woman Wu Long loved most. It flowed onto the soft, white snow, like a pure and elegant red plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow, beautiful and delicate, glistening with dew!

Wu Long stared blankly at the bloodstains that clung to his penis, his heart aching as he gazed at the beautiful woman's shy and bashful face. Although traces of tears still lingered at the corners of her eyes and her brows were furrowed with pain, her rosy face was filled with a contented smile. Her tender eyes overflowed with unspoken desire, her lips parted slightly, and a soft, sweet murmur escaped from deep within her throat. All of this enchanting scene was strongly beckoning to Wu Long. The woman's delicate, limp hands began to tightly grip her beloved's body, her jade-like body trembling slightly, as if pleading for Wu Long to penetrate further.

If Wu Long couldn't understand the beauty's desire at this moment, he would truly be a fool. Wu Long wasn't willing to remain a dummy in this situation. A surprised and delighted smile appeared on his face, and he quickly complied with the beauty's wishes, beginning his actions. He bent down and lifted the stunningly beautiful woman, whose cheeks were already flushed and whose eyes were closed, slowly parting her smooth, white legs so that she straddled him. Throughout, the rounded tip of his large jade-like penis remained embedded in the beauty's secret passage, never leaving her. The friction and contact during these movements created a powerful sensation. Naturally, the Child Granny also experienced some of it, but at the same time, a stronger desire and yearning surged within her. At this moment, she was completely engulfed by that vortex, craving further intoxication and succumbing…

Wu Long no longer withdrew completely, but instead, lubricated by the abundant spring water that arose from the beauty's intense desire, he relived his old dream, once again deeply penetrating the exquisite valley of the beautiful woman. This time, his jade stem finally broke through all the obstacles in the secret passage, directly finding the mysterious source of the girl, successfully striking the tender bud deep within the Garden of Eden. Wu Long's proud and erect member finally found a gentle, soft, warm, and moist haven at the end of the girl's mysterious passage. "The winding path has never been for guests, but the humble gate is now opened for you." Wu Long no longer suppressed himself, thrusting his jade stem forward repeatedly, gently yet powerfully pumping in and out…

At the same time, Wu Long reached out his hands, gently caressing and teasing the soft, fragrant body of the beautiful woman beneath him, and kissing her glistening earlobes, arousing her to the fullest extent.

Gradually, the beautiful woman felt the movements of her beloved deep within her, bringing her fulfilling pleasure. After the initial warm-up, his jade stem began to rhythmically attack her body. Each time he passed the depths of her secret passage, Wu Long would deliberately stop, pressing against her tender core, repeatedly rotating and grinding it back and forth. The beautiful woman's entire being was completely overwhelmed by those rapid waves of passion.

Wu Long leaned forward onto the beautiful woman's fragrant body, his hands once again caressing her white, firm breasts. His large mouth sought her fragrant lips again, his ruthless tongue venturing deep into her mouth, chasing after her sweet, delicious taste. The beautiful woman's soft body was stimulated by Wu Long, becoming even more aroused, her body limp and unable to move. Soon, her breasts turned a rosy white, and fine beads of sweat appeared between her full breasts. Apart from panting and soft sounds, the beautiful woman was no longer able to respond to Wu Long, like a pure white lamb, completely at his mercy.

After being teased and provoked by Wu Long, the sensitive virgin's delicate vulva, and the mysterious and sacred virgin valley repeatedly ravaged by her beloved, was brimming with moisture, not only pink and covered in fragrant sweat, but also overflowing with nectar. With each rapid thrust of Wu Long, the sound of rushing water filled the air. The beautiful woman, Tong Lao, was completely captivated. Her ten fingers dug deeply into Wu Long's strong muscles, and her slender legs tightly gripped his waist. Her mind was filled only with ecstasy.

Wu Long kept changing the positions of the beautiful woman beneath him. Sometimes he would turn her over so she lay on her back on the beautiful bed; sometimes he would have her lie on her side so he could penetrate her more deeply; sometimes he would turn her over so she faced the pillow and lay face down, letting her weight rest on her bent knees; finally, he would position her in a kneeling position. This allowed Wu Long to closely observe the two round, snowy plump mounds of the stunning beauty. He gently parted them with his hands, vaguely revealing the pink secret place hidden deep within, and then continued their lovemaking from behind.

With the beauty's soft, melodious moans, Wu Long increased the pressure between their bodies, his hands tightly embracing her full, firm breasts. His erect penis, no longer retreating, thrust forward, pressing against the smooth cervix deep within her valley. Wu Long inhaled and exhaled, his lower abdomen contracting and releasing forcefully, ejaculating his pent-up, burning semen deep into her body. At the same time, the beauty felt her flower core contract and convulse in waves of excitement!

With a soft moan mixed with pain and satisfaction, the beautiful and elegant Tong Lao, like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley, finally shared her love with her beloved, achieving the dream of goddess and king, reaching the pinnacle of bliss for the first time in her life!

After Tong Lao reached the peak of bliss, the core of her flower valley received a large amount of primordial yang energy, mixed with the refined innate yang energy of Wu Long, which was shot out by him. At the same time, the primordial yin energy that she had originally released returned to her body, and the cycle repeated endlessly.

Chapter 158 of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: Princess Xingyun Returns to Her Heart 1

Chapter 159:

Wu Xingyun was completely involuntarily immersed in the surging waves of lust, completely unaware that she had become healthy. Moreover, her voice grew louder and louder, more and more mournful and melodious, and more alluring. She only had her starry eyes hidden, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she let out soft cries, a charming and delicate state that seemed to be unable to suppress her pain, yet also sweet and comfortable.

"Mmm..."

Wu Xingyun's beautiful, boneless body trembled slightly with a tense rhythm. She only felt his enormous head touch the "flower core" deep within her paradise, immediately triggering an uncontrollable yet indescribably wonderful spasm in the most sensitive, tender, and slippery part of her paradise, which then quickly and involuntarily spread throughout her entire body.

She suddenly grabbed his penis, which he had just withdrawn from her paradise, her ten slender fingers digging into his muscles, the ten snow-white, bamboo shoot-like fingers forming a striking contrast with his dark skin. Her beautiful, exquisitely smooth legs clamped tightly around his. The trembling

beauty... The beautiful Wu Xingyun felt a warm, surging current uncontrollably gushing from deep within her body. Already blushing with shyness, she only felt him frantically wiping her with his small undergarment. Her delicate beauty was flushed, her cheeks rosy, a blush indistinguishable from the lingering effects of his semen or from boundless embarrassment.

In the awkward silence, an even more unbearable emptiness and tingling sensation, as her desire subsided, returned from the depths of her "flower core" where his enormous member had just withdrawn, spreading throughout her body. Wu Xingyun opened her alluring, passionate eyes, looking at the man who was ravaging her with a mixture of helplessness and sorrow.

"Mmm..." The beautiful woman, with a shy and delicate expression, felt the large, hard head of the dragon once again enter her small, tight peach blossom entrance. Without hesitation, the dragon thrust forcefully into the depths of Wu Xingyun's peach blossom. "Ah..." The celestial beauty let out a shy, delicate cry. As if parched land receiving sweet rain, Wu Xingyun, the beautiful woman beneath him, writhed and trembled with uncontrollable pleasure... The woman's heart shyly discovered that this "flower picker," returning to her familiar place, seemed to have grown even larger; it was more substantial, more filling her small... A paradise.

She was overcome with emotion, shy yet instinctively parting slightly, as if worried that her naturally small "flower path" couldn't accommodate such a large thing, yet also as if welcoming the "intruder" returning to this familiar place, encouraging it to continue its journey. Her large, alluring eyes, like autumn water, gazed listlessly at the roof, tenderly and shyly experiencing its writhing and deepening within her. Her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly, her breath coming in soft gasps… her exquisite face flushed with a delicate blush.

Wu Long saw her in this state, seemingly wanting to speak… Her alluring, coy, and hesitant demeanor stirred his heart. He lowered his head and kissed Wu Xingyun's luscious, soft lips, eager to steal her kisses and caress them. But startled, the beautiful woman blushed even more, instinctively turning her head away to avoid his advances. He didn't mind, continuing his kisses, caressing her swan-like, firm, snow-white skin… downwards… his lips brushed past the exquisite beauty's smooth nipple, finally settling on a small, delicate… Her tender, shy, and already erect penis was adorable.

Under Wu Long's relentless onslaught, his teasing and stimulating of her extremely sensitive "sacred ground," his brutal "invasion" of a woman's most sacred and sensitive "flower path," Wu Xingyun couldn't help but moan softly. Her face

flushed crimson, a captivating, sensual passion rising from her beautiful lips and brows. Wu Long's thick, dark pubic hair-covered root slammed against Wu Xingyun's soft, white abdomen with a resounding "smack! smack!" "A sound." At this moment, Wu Xingyun's beautiful face was flushed, her heart shy and timid, her arms slightly open and closed, her

soft cries melodious. Wu Xingyun's soft, jade-like arms twisted and trembled restlessly, her lovely, jade-like hands clenched tightly. Due to the intense squeezing and friction of his thick member against the sensitive area of Wu Xingyun's tight peach blossom

, the beautiful woman's delicate, jade-like body instinctively lifted slightly, sometimes gently, sometimes raised lightly, always too shy to wrap around him, only writhing restlessly with unbearable thirst. The beautiful and pure beauty's body, as soft and boneless as a carved jade, writhed wonderfully beneath his heavy and strong body, as he fiercely and violently thrust into her. Seeing her fiery and passionate reaction, hearing the beautiful woman's lingering, spring-like cries, Wu Long thrust even more wildly on the beautiful and pure beauty's naked, boneless body... He The enormous member thrust even more roughly into the naturally petite and tight paradise of the beautiful woman…

In the throes of lust, the stunning beauty felt the thick, terrifying member thrusting deeper and deeper into her paradise. She felt shyly as the thick, frightening “it” penetrated deeper and deeper into her “secret path,” piercing ever more deeply…

Wu Xingyun felt both ashamed and afraid as he continued to thrust harder… The scalding head of his member gradually penetrated into the deepest part of her body. As he became more and more vigorous, the ugly, grotesque member gradually penetrated into a completely new, mysterious, and deep “jade palace” within her body that had never been visited by a “visitor” before…

In the fiery thrusting, several times Wu Xingyun felt shyly as if his huge, scalding head of his member seemed to touch a hidden, unknown, yet tingling sensation deep within her body. In the extreme stimulation,

the two stamens on the "flower stamen," almost breathless, trembled with a suffocating sensation. Thick, scalding streams of fluid shot into the dark, deep recesses of the beautiful Wu Xingyun's flower palace.

In her extreme frenzy, Wu Xingyun felt her cervix tightly gripping a huge dragon head, which seemed to be spraying a stream of scalding liquid, numbing her uterine walls and transmitting the sensation to her entire body through intense spasms and contractions.

She felt a warm, surging flow emanating from her lower abdomen, deep within her womb, like an electric shock. The beauty didn't know what it was, only that her heart felt as if it had been showered with sweet dew, an unparalleled bliss. In this ecstasy, the two, naked and intertwined, floated together in a state of perfect union of body and soul. ...

But Wu Xingyun was panting softly, covered in fragrant sweat, her beautiful face flushed red, and she slumped down in a series of tremors. He rolled over Wu Xingyun's soft, white flesh, half-lying on one side of her. He saw that her lovely pink "flesh hole" was continuously flowing with streams of milky white, viscous, and foul-smelling vaginal fluid. He quickly picked up Wu Xingyun's cute little undergarment that had been lying to the side and caught the excrement flowing out... Finally, he used the soft, white undergarment to gently wipe Wu Xingyun's slippery, messy body.

Gradually waking up, Wu Xingyun's beautiful face flushed red with shame, unable to contain herself. She also noticed that he was staring intently at her, wiping her wet body with something. Wu Xingyun couldn't help but blush, her starry eyes tightly closed, her beautiful, snow-white flesh shyly pressed together. Wu Long teased:

"Grandma Tong, I've taken advantage of you in every way, and you're still shy?"

Wu Xingyun scolded, her face flushed.

"You wretched brat, since... you've ruined my innocence..."

Wu Long laughed,

"This isn't my fault. Do you remember what Uncle Li said earlier? You fell into her trap. I was only trying to save you."

Wu Xingyun knew he was being hypocritical, and was about to say something when Wu Long picked her up and placed her on his lap, looking at her with a determined gaze.

"Grandma Tong, no matter why I wanted you, you're my woman now, and I'll take responsibility."

Wu Xingyun didn't dare look him in the eye, and said evasively, "..."

"What nonsense! I'm older than your grandmother, and I'm your senior uncle! You actually want me to be your woman!"

Wu Long said seriously,

"Love transcends age and race. No matter what, you will always belong to me. Senior uncle, have you forgotten your promise? As long as I help you defeat Li Qiushui, I can choose anyone in Lingjiu Palace. You, as the Palace Master of Lingjiu Palace, are one of them. I don't want anything else, I only want you, Granny Tong!"

Wu Xingyun's expression changed upon hearing Wu Long's words, her mind somewhat confused. After a long while, she said,

"Don't call me Granny Tong. Call me Xingyun from now on." Upon

hearing this, Wu Long was overjoyed and kissed her, saying,

"Okay, Xingyun."

——————————Separation——————————

"Xingyun, what are your plans now? Are you going back to Tianshan first, or are you going to take Dali?"

"We're going to the Western Xia Imperial Palace to settle accounts with that person!"

"Go to the Western Xia Imperial Palace. That's Senior Uncle Li's stronghold, right? There are countless experts from the First-Rank Hall protecting it, it's a dragon's den and a tiger's lair."

"Hmph, you still call that 'Uncle-Master'? What's the Xixia Imperial Palace compared to that? Her power was damaged, and it won't be able to recover for at least a year or two. She's probably hiding there healing right now. Hmph, I'll never let her get away with this."

"That's not a good idea. Uncle-Master Li has a deep history with you. She framed you before, but now you've fully recovered, and your power has even increased. You don't need to kill her, do you? After all, she's a perfect matchmaker."

"What matchmaker? You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth. I won't kill her, but I'll keep her in Lingjiu Palace for a few years and teach her a lesson."

Wu Xingyun said, somewhat embarrassed and angry at Wu Long's teasing. Wu Long sighed after hearing this and chuckled, saying, "Alright, nothing beats catching tiger cubs."

Wu Xingyun was stunned. This seemed to be related to catching tiger cubs. Little did she know, Xu Zhu meant: run into the tigress's den and

catch the little tigress. Hehe. Wu Long carried Wu Xingyun on his back and set off westward, heading towards Xixia. On the way, following Wu Xingyun's instructions, he used the Lingpi Weibu (a martial arts technique) while reciting the mantra of the "Diu Shan Zhe Mei Shou" (Diu Shan Zhe Mei Hand). This "Diu Shan Zhe Mei Shou" consists of six forms, encompassing the essence of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts. Its palm techniques and seizing techniques contain various weapon skills, including sword, knife, whip, spear, and axe techniques, as well as hidden weapon techniques, making it incredibly complex. The accompanying six mantras are extremely difficult to memorize. For example, the first form has twelve lines, each with seven characters, totaling eighty-four characters. These eighty characters are particularly difficult to pronounce, with seven consecutive level-tone characters followed by seven oblique-tone characters, creating a completely discordant rhythm, almost like a self-initiated command. Wu Xingyun had Wu Long recite the incantation from memory once, then from the reverse order. This was because the words and rhythms of the six-part mantra were completely opposite to the principles of breathing and rhythm; reciting it calmly was already difficult, and

it was even harder to utter a sound while running. Reciting this mantra was actually a method of regulating internal energy and cultivating inner strength. It must be said that the martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect were indeed miraculous. This Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand technique could incorporate various martial arts moves learned by others, depending on the individual's martial arts knowledge. Wu Long had read hundreds of secret manuals from the Huanshi Water Pavilion and learned so many supreme techniques, especially the Nine Yin Manual, the Innate Skill, and the Yi Jin Jing. Normally, it would have taken Wu Long several years to fully master all these martial arts, but the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand greatly shortened that time, allowing Wu Long to benefit immensely in just a few days.

The two traveled for a day and arrived outside Dunzhou City in the evening. Under Wu Xingyun's guidance, Wu Long entered the city and stealthily made his way towards the palace. The two bypassed the palace guards and sneaked into the Yebing Palace. They descended to the third level before finally getting down. Their easy entry was partly due to their profound skill and superb lightness technique, and partly due to luck. The guards, skilled in

martial even from ten feet away, making avoidance easy. If it had been someone of Li Qiushui's caliber, they would likely have faced a fierce battle. Wu Xingyun looked around and said, "Alright, let's stay here for a few days and slowly gather information about that person."

Wu Long said,

"Yes, that's good. Xingyun, remember, you couldn't have killed her."

Wu Xingyun chuckled and said, "I know your ambition, Sect Leader, but after what you've done to us, we absolutely must teach her a lesson."

Wu Long nodded and said,

"That's for the best. By the way, Xingyun, I'll go find you some food. Your lips are getting blisters from eating wild game and dry rations for days."

Wu Xingyun nodded and said,

"Alright, you probably don't know where the Imperial Kitchen is, right? I'll tell you."

He then explained in detail to Wu Long. He knew exactly where the imperial kitchen and the inner palace were. Having memorized the directions, Wu Long left the ice cellar and headed towards the imperial kitchen. He encountered numerous skilled guards along the way; their heavy breathing could be heard from ten feet away, allowing Wu Long to avoid them in time. He might be discovered otherwise. Wandering through the palace, he finally arrived at a sizable courtyard on the west side, wondering why there was no sign of anyone there. It was already late at night; perhaps the eunuchs and maids had all gone to sleep? Wu Long wondered, remaining motionless under the eaves and atop the wall, waiting for the guards to pass.

Carefully, Wu Long climbed down the wall, using his lightness skill to leap across the courtyard in two steps. He landed by the door. He reached out and knocked; the door creaked open. Wu Long gently pushed the door open, glanced around, and then darted inside, closing the door behind him. Inside was indeed a rather large kitchen, filled with various pots, pans, bowls, and ladles. Neatly arranged together. Looking around the kitchen, there were all sorts of seasonal fresh vegetables and melons, with other similar items placed nearby, presumably unused. Taking advantage of the absence of others, Wu Long quickly searched around, finding only some pastries and such; the other ready-made dishes were all gone. He filled a small basket with the vegetables and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a woman's voice, followed by two light footsteps. Reluctantly, Wu Long put the basket back down and crouched under a green vegetable rack. At the same time, a woman's voice softly called out,

"Princess." The door opened, revealing only an ordinary palace maid. Wu Long, hiding beneath the rack, suddenly sensed something was amiss. There was a faint, alluring fragrance in the air—could it be a woman's unique scent? But why was there such a soft mass beside him? He turned around and was startled—immediately covering his mouth, staring in disbelief at the woman before him, a woman who seemed neither human nor ghost.

It turned out there was a woman hiding down there, her face smeared with patches of dirt, obscuring her features. However, the occasional glimpses of her clean face sparked many thoughts in Wu Long. Having seen countless women, Wu Long noticed this woman's smooth, delicate skin and oval face. Although her face was smeared, a closer look revealed her

beautiful features; she was undeniably stunning.

She wore a simple, thin silk dress, her figure slender and graceful. Wu Long's eyes lit up. The woman was now covering her mouth with her dark, somewhat greasy hand, looking at Wu Long with equal surprise. Wu Long gestured towards her chest with his left hand, making a grabbing motion, feeling both angry and frustrated. Then he heard the palace maid call out again,

"Princess, are you there?"

She dared not speak, but glared fiercely at Wu Long. Wu Long chuckled and gestured for her to remain silent. The beautiful woman didn't dare to breathe.

The palace maid looked around but didn't see the princess she had mentioned. She muttered to herself in confusion,

"Strange, the princess ran away."

She then walked towards Wu Long and the others, about to bend down to look. The two of them held their breath even more tightly, their bodies tense. (

Chapter 159 of the first part, "The Fallen Heavenly Dragon World," "The Princess Loses Her Virginity 2")

A palace maid approached Wu Long and his companion, about to bend down to look, when the two men held their breath, their bodies tense. Suddenly, another palace maid's voice came from outside: "Xiao Luan, are you in there? Steward Li wants us to come over." The maid replied, "Yes, coming right away,"

then muttered to herself,

"Where did the princess run off to?"

and turned to leave. The two waited until the door closed for a full cup of tea's time, then almost simultaneously removed their hands, letting out a long sigh of relief. They both patted themselves, still shaken, and exclaimed in unison,

"That scared me to death!"

Of course, Wu Long was just joking, trying to relax a bit; he hadn't expected the princess to say the same thing. Could this be considered a sudden, unspoken understanding? Just as he was about to say something, the princess bombarded him with questions:

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Why are you imitating her?!"

Wu Long was speechless for a moment, then chuckled and said,

"Princess, I greatly admire you and wish to catch a glimpse of your beauty. That's why I risked my life to come here and meet you. As for what happened just now, it wasn't that I intentionally imitated you, but rather that we... hehe, are of one mind!"

The princess blushed and spat,

"Nonsense! Nobody would believe you. Humph, your appearance and attire aren't those of a palace eunuch or a guard here. Who are you? Are you an assassin?"

As she spoke, her expression turned serious, exuding an air of superiority. Wu Long teased,

"I'm neither an assassin nor a robber or thief. I've simply heard that Princess Yinchuan of Western Xia is the most beautiful woman in the world, and I've fallen deeply in love with her. I've even risked my head to come to the palace just to see her. I never expected to meet you here. It seems we are truly destined to meet."

"Fate brings us together from a thousand miles away? What a brilliant phrase! Wait, who's fateed with you? Shameless! Humph, how do you know I'm Princess Yinchuan? Who are you? If you don't tell me, I'm going to hit you!"

Hearing the princess's slightly coquettish tone, Wu Long chuckled again. Looking at the princess, he scrutinized her closely and discovered she was truly a beauty! A stunning beauty, with silky smooth hair, a beautiful face that smiled radiantly, skin like jade, a neck like a cicada's, and teeth like melon seeds. She wore a white dress that couldn't conceal her shapely legs. Most importantly, she resembled Wang Yuyan by about 60%, but her temperament was quite different. If Wang Yuyan possessed an ethereal, otherworldly quality combined with a delicate, refined air, then the princess before him exuded a royal, aristocratic air, along with the heroic spirit unique to martial artists. They were arguably equally matched. Wu Long teased,

"Your Highness, do you know who I am? I am the world-renowned, majestic, famous, and invincible Wu Long, known to all across the land, loved by all, and admired by all. I am known as the Jade-Faced Flying Dragon, the handsome and dashing Little White Dragon, oh no, I should say the Little Tyrant Wu Long, hehe! Got it?"

Wu Long deliberately exaggerated and leered at her as he spoke. Wu Long thought that even if she didn't burst into laughter, she would at least smile a little upon hearing these words! But suddenly, a half-black fist from the depths of his body slammed into Wu Long's chest. Wu Long flicked his wrist, and his hand became entwined with the princess's soft, delicate hand. Grabbing her wrist, he chuckled and said, "Princess, perhaps you wish to test my skills?"

Holding her boneless, cool, and smooth hand made Wu Long's heart itch; he longed to bring it to his lips and kiss it. His other hand, however, tremblingly reached for the princess. The princess glared at him and hissed,

"Let me go! Let me out!"

Wu Long wanted to kiss her hand, but it was greasy and grimy, so he had no choice but to release it, forcing a sheepish smile. He suddenly withdrew his other hand, darted out, turned back, and beckoned to the princess, whispering, "Welcome, Princess!"

The princess looked at Wu Long strangely and snapped, "Get out of the way!" Wu Long withdrew his hand and saw her emerge from below, standing before him. Her plain long dress had several oil stains on her chest, looking rather comical, yet she seemed oblivious, scrutinizing him from head to toe, her brow furrowed, lost in thought. Wu Long saw her slender waist, her taut body, and her graceful figure; she was undeniably a beauty, and still a virgin. He couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction and whispered,

"Princess, your face is dirty. Would you like me to wash it for you?"

The princess glared at Wu Long but then fetched water and washed her face and hands clean. Looking at her face, Wu Long couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. Water droplets gently slid down her slightly flushed oval face, adding to her allure. Her soft eyelashes trembled with glistening water droplets, her large eyes gazing at him with limpid eyes, a hint of shyness lurking beneath her imposing aura. Her small lips were crimson, her nose delicate and straight—truly a shy beauty.

Wu Long took a deep breath, his eyes darting around. He said,

“Didn’t I just say that I greatly admire the princess and long to see her in person? That’s why I’ve come here to meet you!”

The princess’s face darkened. She shook the water off her hands and scolded,

“Nonsense! Even my personal maid, Xiao Luan, didn’t know I was here. How did you, you strange man, know? Tell me the truth. Otherwise, hmph!”

She then deliberately made a fierce gesture, shaking her hand as if to behead someone.

Wu Long feigned grievance and said, “Didn’t the princess leave a message telling me you were here?”

The princess was stunned for a moment, asking, “What message?” Then she realized what he meant. He roared,

"You're spouting nonsense! It seems you're no good. I'll arrest you first!"

With that, he thrust out both palms, actually using the Tianshan Six Yang Palm. After Wu Xingyun's detailed explanation over the past few days, Wu Long had already mastered this palm technique. It seemed like he was simply pushing his palms out, seemingly effortless, but when he encountered resistance, he transformed his qi into force, achieving a unity of heaven and man, instantly combining essence, spirit, and qi to enhance his power. Even layers of thick clouds could be pierced through, and nothing could withstand his power. Wu Long inwardly applauded. Although his internal strength was unparalleled throughout history, this move alone was no more than such a profound achievement.

Wu Long didn't want to defeat his enemy by force. The profound principles of the Innate Mindset and the Nine Yin Manual flashed through his mind: "When the mind is settled, emotions are forgotten; when the body is weak, qi circulates; when the heart is dead, the spirit lives; when yang is abundant, yin diminishes." Instantly, qi rose from his dantian, flowing directly to the tips of his five fingers. He felt a slight sensation, and upon careful listening, he sensed his eight extraordinary meridians expanding. Essence, qi, spirit, and meridians merged into one, converging at the dantian. Suddenly, a powerful burst of true qi erupted, forming a peculiar vortex. The princess felt as if her surroundings were distorting, her true qi uncontrollably dissipating. She exclaimed in surprise,

"The Northern Darkness Divine Art?"

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Long pulled her into his arms, and she struggled, crying out,

"You rude fellow, let me go!"

Wu Long laughed.

"Princess, you suddenly attacked me, so I'll have to teach you a lesson."

He then subtly channeled the "Turning Clouds and Overturning Rain" technique from the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art, imperceptibly injecting aphrodisiac yang energy into her acupoints. It must be said, someone who had cultivated martial arts to such a level could wield the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art with such skill that it surpassed even its creator. The princess was instantly rendered powerless, and a strange sensation surged through her body.

The highest level of the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art allows a woman to maintain her rationality while experiencing boundless desire, like lovers who have been together for years.

Wu Long tightened his grip, pulling the princess close to him. The princess's eyes were slightly closed, her long, delicate eyelashes trembling slightly. Her straight, pretty nose and rosy lips parted, her fragrant breath brushing against Wu Long's face, creating an indescribable allure. Wu Long knew the princess was in a state of inner turmoil, so he lowered his head and kissed her there.

The princess initially tried to struggle, but Wu Long held her tightly, rendering her immobile, and she gradually gave up. Under his fiery assault, the princess felt as if she were in a dream. When Wu Long's tongue parted hers, she had no intention of resisting; when his tongue intertwined with hers, saliva even welled in her mouth. Wu Long suddenly attacked again, his thick lips sealing her moist, soft lips, his rough tongue probing into the princess's small mouth. She desperately tried to shake her face away from his large mouth, but Wu Long's tongue roamed freely within her mouth, sometimes entwining with her small tongue, sometimes following her smooth teeth, their mouths pressed tightly together. The feeling of the kiss was so wonderful; the princess felt as if a hundred flowers were blooming, like a happy butterfly, freely flying among the blossoms, infinitely light and graceful. Their tongues intertwined, never wanting to separate.

The princess's beautiful, delicate cheeks flushed crimson, a wave of indescribable, tingling pleasure washing over her. She slumped limply, letting out a short, shy "Mmm" from her pretty nose. Her blushing face only enhanced her already stunning beauty.

Wu Long carried her out of the kitchen to a small room, clearly for the kitchen servants, but now empty. He gently lifted her, pressing her beneath him, ignoring the princess's hot, shy moans emanating from her beautiful little nose. The pure, innocent fragrance of a young girl filled his nostrils, igniting his burning desire. A pair of hands rested on the princess, first gently caressing her jade-like cheeks, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath their touch. The hands gradually lifted, passing over her straight, graceful, and rounded shoulders, and through her dress, grasped her firm, soft breasts, kneading them gently. At the same time, the hands lowered and kissed her tender, red breasts.

"Mmm..." The princess's cheeks flushed crimson, and she shyly parted her teeth, her soft, sweet tongue being passionately sucked and licked by Wu Long.

Wu Long's nimble tongue seized the opportunity, rubbing incessantly between her lips. When she opened her mouth as Wu Long instructed, her pearly teeth parted to create a passage. Wu Long's large tongue immediately plunged in, wrapping around her sweet little tongue and rubbing it incessantly to stimulate her. It also frequently ventured into the sides of her mouth, licking from the root of her tongue to the tip, then back again, exploring her from six directions – up and down, front and back, left and right – until she finally reacted, no longer letting him lead her little tongue around.

She actually began to fight back, as if she had encountered a fun game. The innocent girl finally began to feel aroused, her saliva noticeably increasing. So the two of them swallowed the "nectar" they had taken from each other's mouths, their tongues constantly sucking and smacking, sometimes in Wu Long's mouth, sometimes in Yue'er's. She occasionally let out a soft moan unique to young girls. Finally, the two of them were completely immersed in the moment. Wu Long even felt as if their souls had merged into one, soaring in the clouds, floating on air, feeling ethereal. Unexpectedly, the merging of souls could be so wonderful. He'd only ever reached this state once before, with his girlfriend. He never imagined he'd achieve it with a girl he'd never kissed. It seemed she had silently accepted him.

Their breathing grew increasingly rapid until Wu Long could barely breathe, at which point they temporarily separated. Then Wu Long noticed that the blanket covering her had fallen off the bed, and he was now on top of her again, his left arm around her breast, his right hand grasping her left breast. The scene was incredibly suggestive. She followed Wu Long's gaze downwards, her face instantly turning crimson, letting out a scream before immediately closing her eyes.

Seeing this, Wu Long knew he couldn't let her regain her senses now, otherwise, explaining would be difficult. If she tried to kill herself again, his little beauty would be finished. He couldn't let her speak; he had to continue. Fortunately, her body was very strong. Although she looked petite and delicate, as if you could squeeze water out of her skin, her years of training had paid off. Her internal meridians were intact, which didn't affect her well-developed physique. So, with Wu Long on top of her, she didn't feel any weight.

Without thinking further, the passionate kiss continued, and the fiery atmosphere enveloped them again. She slightly resisted, turning her head away, but Wu Long wouldn't let her. He used his hand to turn her head back, gazing at her intently until she opened her eyes and glanced at him, then closed them again, startled by his burning gaze. Only then did Wu Long lower his head and capture her small mouth again, caressing it repeatedly. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer, and her little tongue darted out. Their two red tongues intertwined once more, and the battle of tongues began again.

This time, even more quickly than before, in a fully lucid state, Wu Long deeply felt how terrifying it was when the emotions she had suppressed for five thousand years erupted. They instantly melted his somewhat numb heart. Now, it was so easy for the two of them to enter a state of soul fusion.

Wu Long's hands weren't idle. While she was busy kissing and enjoying their "new game," he took advantage of her, constantly groping her body. Unexpectedly, her body was very sensitive. Although she couldn't control her body, she could still feel it. As Wu Long's hand continued to grab and knead her breasts, Yue'er's breasts noticeably grew larger, and her nipples hardened. Wu Long's other hand stroked her for a while, and small goosebumps appeared on her skin. As he moved his hand down her flat stomach, she seemed to sense it and uttered a sound: "No."

However, after Wu Long sealed her lips again, her resistance seemed so futile. Finally, Wu Long's hand reached into that mysterious valley. After only a couple of rubs, he noticed her breathing was unusually rapid. He quickly released her, seeing her flushed face and shy expression. She opened her mouth and said, "Quick, quick, take your hand away, hurry, oh oh... ah, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die, ah..."

Before Wu Long could react, his hand was still rubbing the valley. Unexpectedly, she actually reached orgasm, feeling a gush of liquid spurt out, spraying Wu Long's hand. Wu Long's mouth gaped open. No way! So sensitive, she reached orgasm without even doing anything. If they really had a real encounter, engaging in marital relations, he wondered if the little girl could withstand it, Wu Long thought wickedly.

"...Mmm...mmm...mmm..." The princess's delicate little nose hummed shyly and hotly. The princess, her eyes now alluring and her brows delicate, her t-shirt and white dress pushed up by him, revealed her sensitive breasts, completely exposed, to his hands. His caresses, sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful, had brought her breasts to a bloom, the two red nipples still irresistibly alluring. But Wu Long's skills didn't stop there. With the princess's tacit consent, Wu Long's hand slipped inside her skirt.

"Mmm...no..." the princess said shyly.

Wu Long's hand slipped under her skirt, past her slender waist, and into her groin. Caressing her inner thighs, the princess was both anxious and shy, but the male touch made her instinctively part her legs slightly. His hot fingers, occupying her beautiful body, probed deeper and softer into her lower body. Through her labia, the princess

's feminine reserve caused her to quickly close her legs and clamp his right hand between them, which made him even more eager. Wu Long smiled at the princess. "Good sister, why are you so sensitive?"

The princess blushed and couldn't speak, but she knew that the emptiness and resentment that had lingered for so long had all erupted during their repeated physical contact and the breaking of her mental shackles.

Wu Long didn't let her off the hook. Skillfully and nimbly, he removed her 'armor' even though she wasn't very cooperative. Wu Long's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. The princess was completely before him. Wu Long admired the masterpiece before him, while the princess closed her beautiful eyes resignedly, letting him do as he pleased.

Her body was as delicate as white jade, and on her slender frame, there was a pair of impressive breasts. The two erect nipples, two-thirds of the way up from the top of the round mounds, were set off by small, pretty pink areolas, like two of the most beautiful rubies, already erect because of him.

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