[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (The Romantic Swordsman) (Complete) - 39

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The first part of the Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 173: The Amazing Quadruplets 3.

The Western Xia, also known as the Great Xia, derives its name from its ancestor, Tuoba Sigong, who, after occupying Xia Prefecture (present-day Hengshan County, Shanxi), named the country "Great Xia." The name "Western Xia" was first used by the Song people because the Great Xia was located west of the Song Dynasty.

The Western Xia was a feudal dynasty established by the Tangut people. Its territory roughly encompassed present-day Ningxia, Gansu, Xinjiang, Qinghai, Inner Mongolia, and parts of Shaanxi, spanning thousands of miles, extending east to the Yellow River, west to Yumen Pass, south to Xiaoguan Pass (south of present-day Tongxin, Ningxia), and north to the Gobi Desert—a vast expanse.

Wu Long's historical knowledge was limited, his understanding of the Western Xia confined to what he learned in textbooks during his school years. However, he was certain that the Western Xia people were not of Han Chinese descent; their ancestors were all from the Tangut Tuoba tribe. Like the Xianbei, the Tuoba tribe was one of the most hostile groups towards the Han Chinese during the Five Barbarian Invasions, and one of the most damaging to Han civilization. Their fundamental national policy never treated the Han Chinese as human beings; in their eyes, the Han Chinese were merely a group to be exploited, and they could even treat the entire Han ethnic group as a mobile granary.

The Western Xia people were never respectable rulers. This can be seen from the character of their founding emperor, Emperor Jingzong Wulie, Li Yuanhao (1004-1048). For the sake of so-called tribal revitalization, they dared to commit treason. After the death of Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, they automatically broke away from the Li surname and returned to the Weiming clan. Not only that, but while the Song Dynasty was busy dealing with the Liao Dynasty, they occupied all of the Song Dynasty's former territory, including Xiliang Prefecture, Xiping Prefecture, Xingqing Prefecture, and Xiazhou, and even forced the Song Dynasty to sign an ancient treaty of equal status. In feudal society, such behavior was treason, so from time to time, some passionate martial arts practitioners would come to the palace to do something with a different "meaning"—assassination!

If it weren't for Grandmaster Li Qiushui's decades-long presence and her recruitment of many experts to establish the First-Class Hall to protect and resist the martial arts forces of the Song Dynasty, the Emperor of Western Xia would never have had a day of peace. Wu Long guessed that he was facing assassins from the Song Dynasty.

Facing the hundreds of cold lights rushing towards him, Wu Long's eyes turned cold. The next moment, he once again soared into the air. Hidden weapons whistled past his feet, none of them able to touch him. The next moment, sword light flashed, the sound of tearing through the air was shrill and hoarse, mixed with a series of chilling energies, slashing towards Wu Long, who was in mid-air with nowhere to put his strength, as if to tear him to pieces to vent their anger.

A powerful aura swept through the air, the biting wind chilling to the bone. Wu Long sneered, the mercury-hot true energy in his meridians suddenly accelerating, swirling like a wheel within his body. In an instant, his body became as light and graceful as a leaf. The sword in his hand moved, a silver streak flashing through the air like lightning, illuminating the dim flower-filled grove. A fierce gust of wind swept out, the powerful gale making all the assassins who rushed forward tremble with fear and utter terror. After that breathtaking sword light flashed, an overwhelming force surged through their swords, sending them flying backward involuntarily. At this moment, another fierce and unparalleled sword light swept across their chests and abdomens, just as they were about to be thrown out. With a "whoosh," their chests and abdomens felt as if they had been struck by a thousand-pound force, their internal organs churning and surging, causing excruciating pain.

"This is tricky! Set up the Four Symbols Sword Formation!!"

With a crisp shout, twenty-eight dazzling beams of cold light pierced the dark night like a shower of stars, stirring up a chilling wind. Above Wu Long's head, a shimmering, star-studded canopy pressed down, the sharp wind whipping Wu Long's hair wildly. The combined power of the fourteen figures made it difficult for him to breathe. If he allowed them to strike like this, he would likely be torn to pieces instantly!? Wu Long's body transformed into a faint, ethereal shadow, incredibly breaking through the sword formation and charging forward.

The countless star-like beams behind him all missed their mark, but those missed beams nimbly twisted in mid-air, coalescing again to form a crystalline, murderous torrent that surged forward. Wu Long stretched out his body, spinning rapidly clockwise, faster and faster, miraculously creating a whirlwind that whipped up leaves from the ground. His short swords, sharp-edged gears, gleamed with a blinding light as his speed increased, their blades forming a continuous, narrowing circle. The

four assassins, meanwhile, moved with practiced precision, their positions shifting swiftly, their attacks coordinated and fierce. Each strike was ruthless and deadly, as if Wu Long had a blood feud with them, their short swords flashing relentlessly, aimed at Wu Long's throat, chest, and abdomen. Facing the rapidly spinning blades that were constantly reversing and closing in, the combined aura of the four swordsmen was even more turbulent and overwhelming than before. In an instant, sand and stones flew, and a gale arose. The strong wind grew stronger and stronger, and the figures of the dozen or so people became increasingly blurred. Gradually, they formed four black, phantom-like shadows that were constantly spinning, making it impossible to see any individual figures. This shows that their speed had reached a terrifying level. The short swords they held, when extended, were sharp blades that now condensed into four bright bands of light that were constantly spinning at high speed. The cold air emanating from them greatly reduced the temperature within a radius of dozens of meters. The chill penetrated straight into people's bones, causing them to shiver uncontrollably.

"Hiss—!"

The four swords once again conjured more than twenty bright silver streaks, carrying a chilling aura, fiercely tearing towards Wu Long. This was the moment Wu Long had been waiting for. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and a wild and domineering aura surged forth, soaring into the sky. The violent, surging force sent leaves flying everywhere. Stimulated by this powerful aura, the assassins' nerves jolted, their movements slowing slightly. Just then, a dazzling, dreamlike silver light flashed, its soft, moonlit glow illuminating the dim forest before vanishing in an instant, its origin unknown. Where does the path lead? Everything is so real yet illusory. What lingers in the eyes of those assassins is still that mesmerizing, breathtaking light—a fleeting afterimage, a memory, and the last beautiful sight they see before death.

Wu Long focused his mind, and as his breathing slowed, 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 light of moonlight. A cool, subtle energy, different from scalding true energy, flowed gently and subtly through his empty, numb body, softly caressing every cell, every nerve, every inch of his being. He could feel it. His body and mind were perfectly integrated, and tranquility and serenity dominated his thoughts.

When the assassins pounced, their swift movements seemed as slow as a movie in slow motion to Wu Long. With a single thought, his powerful and domineering aura soared into the sky. Taking advantage of their momentary daze, his extreme cold true energy rapidly condensed water vapor within a radius of tens of meters, forming a crystal-clear ice sword. He gently raised the sword, and with remarkable natural calm, a long, dazzling stream of light stretched across the air, like footsteps treading on moonlight, softly and gently gliding past their eyes. After completing a circle, the dreamlike stream of light vanished quietly as the sword fell, and the forest returned to normal. A calm returned, as if nothing had happened.

After a long while, or perhaps only a moment, the assassins, as if from an unreal dream, turned around to find their swords shattered and their pressure points sealed, rendering them immobile. They were horrified; someone had so easily broken the Four Symbols Sword Formation, and had even managed to seal their pressure points without harming them in the slightest. Killing and subduing were four completely different concepts in the martial arts world. This showed the attacker's martial arts had reached an unbelievable level, perhaps even surpassing the Palace Master's skill. Just as they were still in shock

, they heard a mocking voice:

"You four little girls, why are you wearing such clothes, with a black eagle embroidered on them? It's awful..."

One of the assassins said in a coquettish voice,

"What do you know... this is the symbol of our Tianshan Lingjiu Palace, not some eagle... Ouch!"

As she spoke, Wu Long moved with lightning speed, tearing off the black veil from her face. A dazzling light flashed before his eyes, revealing a stunningly beautiful young woman's face! He reached out and pinched her cheek: "Hehe, not bad!"

The other three, seeing the girl humiliated, were enraged. If looks could kill, even Wu Long's formidable skills wouldn't be enough. With a smile, Wu Long removed their masks amidst their murderous gazes. The four female assassins, all identical in height and build, and with identical features—typical oval faces, bright, dark eyes, and exceptionally beautiful—were all greatly astonished. Wu Long was overjoyed:

"I never expected to encounter four such beautiful girls here! It seems I'm quite lucky with the ladies! I wonder if these four girls are the Four Beauties of Plum Blossom, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum?"

Seeing that the black veil covering their faces had been torn off, the four girls' identical beautiful faces flushed red with embarrassment, and they all cursed in unison:

"Pervert!"

Wu Long chuckled, pretending not to hear, and said:

"Are you four ladies disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny?"

The four girls said in unison: "Since you know, how dare you be so presumptuous? Aren't you afraid the Child Granny will shatter you to pieces?"

Wu Long wanted to laugh. He hadn't expected the four girls to be so innocent. Most strangely, the four of them spoke in unison. He wondered if they had done it this way before; did they really have a telepathic connection? Thinking of this, Wu Longlu looked greatly surprised and said,

"What? You are disciples of Granny Tong? I beg your forgiveness!"

The four girls thought he was afraid and secretly found it amusing. One of the girls said,

"You know you can't afford to offend Granny Tong, right? Tell me, what crime have you committed?"

Wu Longlu sighed and said, "Ladies, my crime is unforgivable. Let's not talk about it."

The four girls were not about to let him off the hook:

"You must tell us, you must tell us!"

Wu Longlu sighed.

"Having seen four beautiful girls like you today, I'm sure I'll have trouble sleeping afterward, suffering from insomnia, which will cause hormonal imbalance—a very serious illness..."

Seeing the four girls' confusion, he continued, "So I've decided that no matter what, I must invite you four ladies to my humble abode so I can see you often. However, seeing your high level of martial arts, I know you'll refuse, so I had to resort to force and capture you. I'm always very polite, so before capturing you, I apologize to you all and ask for your forgiveness!"

The four girls, initially thinking they were intimidated by the title of "Heavenly Child Granny," were secretly pleased. Now, realizing he had been teasing them in a roundabout way, their eyes turned cold, and they said:

"How dare you be so bold as to try and capture my four sisters... Do you know the consequences of offending my Lingjiu Palace?"

Wu Long laughed and said, "Of course I know, that means capturing your other four sisters as well. As for the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny..." Wu Long pretended to think, "Hmm... well, I heard she's a beauty who never ages, so I don't need to care about the age difference..."

The four girls laughed instead of getting angry:

"You've got a death wish, how dare you be so disrespectful to my Heavenly Mountain Sect!"

Seeing that the four seemed to want to devour him, Wu Long laughed again, waved his hand, and immediately released a gentle force to release the four girls' pressure points, saying:

"Alright, I was just joking with you, I'll release you now."

"

What, you're going to release us?"

"That's right!"

The four girls knew that their skills were far inferior to Wu Long's, and once they were free, they didn't rush to attack, but instead rubbed their numb hands and feet. After rubbing for a while, the girl who looked young and very cute asked, "Why are you releasing the two of us?" Wu Long teased her deliberately, "

I can release them whenever I want, do I need a reason?"

The cute girl froze, while the seemingly gentle girl next to her said resentfully,

"Sister, don't ask. Granny Tong said that there isn't a single good man in the world. He released us because he must have thought of an even more cruel way to torture us. Humph! We're not afraid, use your methods, let the storm rage even more fiercely!" The gentle girl suddenly became extremely strong, and at the end, she even shouted. Wu Long broke out in a cold sweat. What was going on? It seemed that what was said in the original book was true. The women of Lingjiu Palace had all been hurt by men, so they hated men very much. However, these four girls were all young, and it was obvious that they were virgins and had not been hurt by men. They had just been molded like this by the atmosphere of Lingjiu Palace since childhood.

Chapter 174 of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: You are the biggest pervert in the world

. Fortunately, one of the four sisters, who seemed to be the most composed and perhaps the eldest among them, was not so excited and said,

"Thank you, young master!"

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for sparing my life, young master?" "

What? You spared my life? Why would I kill you?"

Wu Long said with amusement. The four girls exclaimed in surprise,

"Didn't you ever think of killing us, young master? We are assassins! As a top-notch imperial guard of Western Xia, wouldn't you kill any assassin without mercy? If you let us go, wouldn't the Emperor of Western Xia blame you?"

"When did I ever think of killing you? How could I bear to kill two beauties like you?" "And I'm not some high-ranking imperial guard from Western Xia. My identity is actually quite related to yours."

The four girls exchanged glances, seemingly incredulous at Wu Long's words. The younger girl said, "Isn't that how the martial world is?"

"Have you two heard this saying before? Where there are people, there are grudges; where there are grudges, there is the martial world. People are the martial world. Since people are the martial world, and the martial world is people, how can the martial world only be about fighting and killing?"

Wu Long sighed and said,

"Like the Heavenly Child Granny, who used to threaten people's lives and use cruel methods to control them, that won't last."

The four girls murmured,

"Was the Heavenly Child Granny wrong all along? Did we four sisters also do wrong?"

Wu Long, who had long been aware of their quadruplets' identities, immediately asked upon hearing their words:

"I've heard that the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny has four twin sisters—Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju—who are not only incredibly beautiful but also highly skilled in martial arts. Could you two be…?"

the seemingly gentle and quiet girl said.

"I didn't expect you to have heard of us sisters, young master. We are indeed the four of us. I am Mei Jian, this is my younger sister, Lan Jian, this is Zhu Jian, and the youngest is Ju Jian

. What Young Master Wu Long said just now makes a lot of sense. Since you won't kill us, we'll take our leave!" Wu Long couldn't let the four sisters leave. Not only did he never let beautiful women slip through his fingers, but thinking of this, he quickly said

, "Four sisters, please wait a moment, I have something to say!"

Upon hearing Wu Long's words, Mei Jian immediately drew her sword and coldly said,

"Has the young master changed his mind again?"

The sword light was like snow, and the beauty was like jade; under the lamplight, Wu Long was captivated. If the four girls hadn't all drawn their swords at Wu Long, a fierce twin battle in this forest would have been quite a sight. Seeing the four girls draw their swords at him again, Wu Long chuckled dryly and said:

“Sisters, please don’t be angry. We were talking so well just now, how did it turn into a fight in the blink of an eye?”

Mei Jian said coldly.

“Young master, you are too kind, but please have some self-respect and don’t address us as ‘sisters.’ We two sisters cannot accept that! Also, didn’t Young Master Wu Long say that the Wu sisters could leave? Why are you stopping us now?”

Wu Long said,

“Sisters, please don’t be angry. I just have something to say. Are you looking for the Heavenly Child Granny?”

Mei Jian and Ju Jian exclaimed upon hearing Wu Long’s words,

“You… how did you know?”

Wu Long laughed,

“How I know is none of your concern. I can tell you the exact location of the Heavenly Child Granny, and I can take you to see her, but there is a condition. I will stand here without moving, and two of you will send out. If you can force me to leave even half a step, I will tell you. If you lose, you must agree to one condition!”

The four looked at each other, the four swordsmen thinking in unison, and thought together:

"This young master's martial arts are very high; we sisters are no match for him. But if he just stands there and lets the sisters outside stab him with their swords, even if he has a body of steel, he's still no match for a sword, right?"

Thinking this, the four sisters, Mei Jian and Ju Jian, stepped forward and shouted, "Let Mei Jian and Ju Jian come and learn from us! Excuse me!"

At the same time, they thrust their swords at Wu Long. Wu Long, of course, wouldn't stand idly by while Mei Jian and Ju Jian stabbed him. Although he was already indestructible, there was no need to use his body to directly confront the swords. In recent days, his internal energy had become increasingly profound, and he had grasped the method of projecting internal energy outwards, using invisible internal energy to influence the enemy.

This method, though seemingly mysterious, essentially involves using one's internal energy to form a wall of energy around the body, forming a spiral vortex. If the enemy's internal energy wasn't far superior to Wu Long's, the force of their attack would be reflected by Wu Long's energy wall, thus injuring them. If the enemy was using a weapon, Wu Long could also change the direction of their weapon by altering the internal energy on it. If used well, it can even change the direction of the enemy's internal force attack, causing several people attacking you simultaneously to attack each other. It is truly a unique skill for dealing with a large group of henchmen and extras ganging up on each other. It displays his supreme martial arts and is an unparalleled method to intimidate petty thugs. Its mystery is no less than the Ming Cult's Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.

Plum Sword attacked from Wu Long's left, its sword light like autumn water, cold and icy, slashing straight at Wu Long's left arm. Chrysanthemum Sword thrust straight at Wu Long's right chest. The two swords had just reached Wu Long's side, not even touching his clothes, when the four girls felt as if their swords had struck an oiled iron bucket. The sword tips slipped, and without knowing why, they were thrusting at each other.

The four girls, Plum Sword and Chrysanthemum Sword, were no more than two meters apart. Seeing the opponent's swords suddenly and inexplicably change direction and thrust at them, they were all startled. But it was too late to retract their swords. Just as the two sisters' swords were about to pierce each other's bodies, the two sisters felt the force of the swords shift again, and they both thrust to the right side of each other's bodies. The two rushed forward, passing each other, and stopped right in each other's place.

Ju Jian was startled and said,

"Sister, was it Young Master Wu Long playing tricks just now? Why did his sword, which was meant for him, end up stabbing you? It was about to hit you, but then it veered off course! What happened?"

Mei Jian thought for a moment, but couldn't figure it out either. Her sword strike had been perfectly precise, yet in a flash, it was aimed at her sister, and just when it seemed about to strike, it hit nothing but thin air. Although she vaguely sensed that Wu Long was controlling it with his internal energy, she couldn't believe it. If Wu Long truly possessed such power, wouldn't he be even more powerful than the Heavenly Child Granny? That was absolutely impossible!

Mei Jian composed herself, fearing another inexplicable stabbing of Chrysanthemum Sword, and said,

"Sister, stand aside and watch me stab again!"

Without any apparent movement, Mei Jian leaped into the air, flying directly above Wu Long. She flipped herself upside down, creating a gust of wind, and thrust her sword at Wu Long's head!

Wu Long laughed, "

As expected of the disciple of the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny, such lightness skill and swordsmanship at such a young age! I admire you!"

However, despite the praise, Wu Long subtly channeled his inner energy into his body. Mei Jian's sword was about to pierce Wu Long's head; Wu Long would have no choice but to bleed profusely. Suddenly, Mei Jian's heart softened, and she deflected the sword, thrusting it towards Wu Long's right shoulder.

Wu Long thought: This little girl has some conscience; I like her! I might consider making her my concubine. With a sudden thought, Wu Long had already locked Mei Jian's inner force. With a gentle push, Mei Jian flew upwards. She soared to the rooftop. She didn't even have time to retract her sword, which became embedded in the roof beam.

Mei Jian only felt a blur before her eyes, involuntarily flying upwards. She had no time to change the direction of her sword, and by the time she came to her senses, it was already stuck in the beam. This precious sword was given to her by the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny; how could Mei Jian bear to lose it? She could only grip the sword in one hand, swinging her body back and forth, trying to pull it out using her weight. But being thin had its advantages and disadvantages; she was too light. After swinging for a long time, her limbs were weak with exhaustion, and she still couldn't pull the sword out.

Wu Long saw that Mei Jian's face was already red from straining, and she was about to cry, but she couldn't bear to abandon the sword and fly off the roof. How could Wu Long tolerate the girl's embarrassment? He called out, "Miss Mei Jian, are you alright? Do you need Wu Long to help you pull your sword down?"

Mei Jian was already angry, and hearing Wu Long's words, she thought he was insulting her, which made her even angrier. She shouted, "Mind your own business! Sister, don't worry about Wu Long, just use your sword to cut him down!"

Ju Jian, the most innocent of them all, carefully took out her sword and said to Wu Long,

"Young master, I'm sorry about earlier! But my sister told me to do it, so I had no choice. Be careful, don't let Wu Long hurt you!"

After saying that, a flash of cold light appeared, and she swung her sword at Wu Long. Those who use swords in the martial arts world all know that swords are better for thrusting than slashing. Who knew that this little girl, Ju Jian, would listen to her sister's nonsense and just start slashing? She picked up her gleaming sword and slashed at Wu Long. It was like a young wife seeing her husband cheating, only able to slash wildly, without any strategy. Chrysanthemum Sword swung her longsword at Wu Long several times, but each time she made contact with his body, she would slip aside. Knowing she was no match for Wu Long, she didn't want to come and invite trouble, but she couldn't disobey her sister Plum Sword's orders, so she could only grin and slash at Wu Long again and again. Wu Long laughed,

"My two sisters, try your best, or you're doomed!"

Plum Sword finally drew her sword. Hearing Wu Long say that the ten-move limit was about to end, she hurriedly shouted,

"Sister! Combine the swords!"

Chrysanthemum Sword let out an "Oh!" and flew upwards, grinning as she said to Wu Long,

"Our combined swords technique is incredibly powerful! It's not much weaker than the Four Symbols Reincarnation Sword Formation, so you'd better be careful!" "

In her view, this competition had become a fun game," she said, leaping into the air. Her plum and sword joined together, their light merging into a single, overwhelming force, descending upon Wu Long. While not renowned for her swordsmanship, Tianshan Tonglao possessed several famous techniques, this dual-sword combined technique being the most famous of her Lingjiu Palace.

This technique required perfect harmony between the swordsmen to achieve a balanced offensive and defensive effect. The four women—Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum—were rare quadruplets, having grown up together and sharing a deep connection, making learning this technique much easier for them. Tianshan Tonglao passed this technique on to the four women and created a sword formation for them. Even ordinary first-rate martial artists would find it difficult to prevail against this formation. Although Plum and Chrysanthemum were not yet proficient in this technique, they were forced into their final move by Wu Long and could no longer hold back. They had no choice but to unleash their full power.

Wu Long was greatly surprised to see the sword light descending from the sky. Although he knew this sword technique couldn't harm him, he was still deeply impressed by the near-flawless skill of Mei Jian and Ju Jian. The two women, Mei Jian and Ju Jian, used this technique simultaneously; Mei Jian defended, while Ju Jian attacked. Mei Jian's sword held all of Ju Jian's vital points, while Ju Jian's attacks covered Mei Jian's life-threatening areas. Faced with this sword technique, the only options were immediate escape or brute force, a direct clash of internal energy. Only swordsmanship reaching the level of A Qing or Dugu Qiubai could break through its defenses.

Thinking of this, a thought struck Wu Long: this sword technique was remarkably similar to the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique from *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, both employing offense and defense, with the two swordsmen sharing a deep connection. Could Lin Chaoying, the creator of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique, have some connection to the Lingjiu Palace?

In the blink of an eye, the two women's sword lights were already above Wu Long's head. Although the swords flashed, Wu Long immediately saw their weakness: the two women's internal energy was too weak. Against Wu Long's "Shifting Stars" technique, they were no match for him, like children playing house. Wu Long used his internal energy to guide the two women's swords towards each other.

Dozens of clanging sounds rang out as the two women's swords clashed repeatedly. Driven by Wu Long's internal energy, the swords in their hands grew faster and faster, clashing more and more frequently. The sounds of the collisions were so fast and intense that it became indistinguishable from one another, eventually merging into a continuous buzzing sound.

At this point, the two women, Mei Jian and Ju Jian, knew they were in trouble, but they could only focus all their energy on defending against the opponent's attacks. If they were careless, they would be struck by the opponent's swords. Both women's swords moved extremely fast; under such a fierce offensive, if they were hit by even one strike and their hands paused even slightly, they would be struck repeatedly, and even a god couldn't save them then. Although the two women were in a difficult situation, they could only use their own unique techniques to attack each other.

Wu Long watched the two women swirling and dancing above him, secretly using his inner strength to support them. If it weren't for his internal energy, they would have fallen long ago, their buttocks split into eight pieces. Seeing that the two women were only unable to stop, their fighting intensifying, their sword strikes becoming faster and faster, both drenched in sweat and their faces flushed, Wu Long chuckled and said,

"Didn't you two sisters say you wanted to kill Wu Long? Why are you fighting yourselves now? Aren't you tired? Should Wu Long stop you two?"

Mei Jian shouted,

"You slippery little devil..."

Ju Jian had just finished speaking when she said, "Alright!

Quickly put us down! Oh dear sister, why did you stab Wu Long here?"

Her face was already flushed with embarrassment. Wu Long looked up; Ju Jian was right above him, a gash Mei Jian had just slashed on her chest, revealing a patch of snow-white flesh right before his eyes. Seeing Wu Long staring at the hole Mei Jian had slashed on her chest, Ju Jian was overcome with shame and, forgetting all about defending herself from Mei Jian's advances, demanded of Wu Long, "What are you looking at? Turn your eyes away right now!"

Wu Long, obedient to his beauty's command, turned to Mei Jian and said, "Little sister Mei Jian, how could you be so careless? You just had to stab me in that spot! Luckily, your brother Wu Long is here. What would have happened if a lecherous man had seen this?"

Mei Jian shouted, "You are the biggest lecherous man in the world!" He whispered to Ju Jian, "Sister, we'd rather die than beg him. Listen to Wu Long, slow down your attacks, and we'll untie it slowly."

In Chapter 175 of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World,

Mei Jian shouted, "You're the biggest pervert in the world!" He then whispered to Ju Jian, "Sister, we'd rather die than beg him. Listen to me, slow down your attacks, and we'll untie it slowly." Wu Long thought to himself, "Mei Jian, your assessment of me is spot on!" But he remained expressionless and laughed heartily.

"I'm afraid if you don't beg me, this sword formation will never be broken. My two good sisters, just keep hitting your brother's head. It's actually very simple. If you two good sisters just call me 'brother,' I'll stop. Why make things difficult for yourselves? Wu Long will count to three now. If you don't stop, I'll throw you to the ground, and you'll land on your butts first! Then, you two sisters will have eight butts. Hehe, you'll be more stable when you sit on a stool in the future, right? Hahahaha!"

Wu Long laughed as he increased his internal energy. The plum and chrysanthemum swords spun faster and faster on Wu Long's head. Driven by Wu Long's internal energy, the two women's sword moves also became faster and faster. The two women could no longer see the opponent's sword moves and could only rely on instinct. As for whether they could block the opponent's sword moves or whether they would hurt the opponent, that was beyond their control.

Wu Long shouted, "One...! Call me or not!"

Mei Jian still stubbornly replied, "No! Sister, be careful!"

Ju Jian wasn't as tough as Mei Jian, and besides, she already had a good impression of Wu Long, so she felt there was no problem with calling him "brother" a few times. She cautiously said to Mei Jian

, "Sister, how about we ask Young Hero Wu Long to call us 'brother'?"

Mei Jian coldly said, "You dare! Ouch!"

But Wu Long, seeing her lecturing his sister like this, realized he'd wasted his time, so he turned her sword back and cut her belt. As soon as Mei Jian's belt broke, her pants were immediately flung off by centrifugal force under the rapid spin. However, she was still wearing thick thermal underwear underneath, leaving Wu Long, who was waiting to see a good show, disappointed.

Mei Jian watched helplessly as her pants flew off, unable to do anything about it. Ju Jian, completely disregarding her sister's threat, cried out,

"Young Master... Brother, Brother, I'll call you brother, okay? Please put us down!"

Wu Long snorted and asked,

"Mei Jian, what about you?"

Surprisingly, Mei Jian softened her tone and whispered to Wu Long,

"Brother!"

Wu Long laughed loudly, "That's my good little sister! Alright, I'll put you two sisters down now!"

With a wave of his hands, the two girls' swords flew out of their hands, shattering into the wall with two sharp clangs. Wu Long spun around and jumped up, landing right between Mei Jian and Ju Jian. He caught the two dizzy girls and pulled them into his arms.

Mei Jian and Ju Jian had been spinning around on Wu Long's head for a long time, and were already dizzy. The situation had been critical just now, and if they hadn't been careful, they would not only have killed each other, but their own lives would have been in danger as well. They had only managed to hold on. When they saw Wu Long flick the swords away from their hands, the two girls felt a sense of relief. They immediately felt weak all over and had a splitting headache. They leaned against Wu Long's strong and broad chest and fainted. Fortunately, Wu Long possessed profound internal strength. After channeling a stream of true energy into them, the two immediately regained consciousness. Zhu Jianhe and Lan Jian rushed over, asking with concern,

"Big sister, little sister, are you alright?"

Mei Jian and Ju Jian shook their heads, somewhat dejected, and said,

"We lost. Just tell us your conditions."

Wu Long laughed,

"I haven't thought of anything yet. Alright, many true imperial guards are coming. Tong Lao is currently in the palace's cellar. I already have a map of the palace for you, right? I'll help you lure these imperial guards away."

Mei, Zhu, Lan, and Ju didn't doubt Wu Long's words. In fact, Wu Long didn't need to lie to them. The four of them bowed and hurried away.

The four sisters' actions angered Wu Long. After luring away the several experts who had arrived, he returned to Princess Yinchuan's bedroom. Finding her missing, he searched for a while and found her bathing in the pool. Clearly, the marks of lovemaking on her body made her uncomfortable. Without any hesitation, Wu Long picked her up and held her in his large hands, kneading and squeezing her body, fully enjoying the woman's smoothness.

Stimulated as well, Princess Yinchuan began to change. Her slightly rapid breathing tickled Wulong's ear, making him unbearably itchy. Wulong began to undress, simultaneously lifting her up. His tongue sought to penetrate her sweet depths, and Princess Yinchuan trembled, immediately releasing her teeth and allowing him to enter.

Under the double assault of Wulong's domineering caresses, Princess Yinchuan slowly melted. Her legs initially clamped tightly around one of his, while her small hand roamed over his chest.

Having abandoned her futile resistance, Princess Yinchuan was completely paralyzed. Wulong's tongue, like a nectar pot, greedily devoured its contents. Occasionally, it would intertwine with her own, playing the same games as humans.

Princess Yinchuan was completely immersed in Wulong's passionate kisses. Instinctively, one of her legs became restless, rubbing against his chest, releasing its heat. Sometimes, she would accidentally rub her private parts against Wu Long's legs, leaving a large amount of semen on his genitals. Under his gentle guidance, she seemed to forget her surroundings and readily cooperated with his caresses.

When Princess Yinchuan's hands involuntarily reached for Wu Long's manhood, it was already swollen and turning purple. Wu Long didn't know why Princess Yinchuan had become so bold, but he didn't want to waste too many brain cells on this question. He only knew that he liked her like this now, and would continue to do so in the future. Princess

Yinchuan's small hands were igniting the passion within Wu Long's body, making his already throbbing blood boil even more. What was even more irresistible was her flower garden, which was almost overflowing with desire, constantly tempting him, making him uncontrollably reach out to touch it!

It was like a soaring flight, an arrow about to leave the bowstring. At this moment, nothing could stop their explosion. It was like a volcanic eruption, lava flowing, sparks flying everywhere. Princess Yinchuan remained motionless in the condensed air. Even her small, almost powerless hands slipped from his arms and obediently fell to her sides. Unable to suppress his urge, Wu Long pounced on Princess Yinchuan.

"Ah…"

Princess Yinchuan beneath him let out a painful yet satisfied moan. Wu Long entered her without any foreplay; the heat and slipperiness inside allowed him to easily reach her climax.

"Oh…so big…ah!"

This was the only conscious moan Princess Yinchuan uttered. The following moans were unintentional, even to herself, and unstoppable. Princess Yinchuan screamed excitedly, a slender hand brushing aside her disheveled hair, revealing a beautiful, delicate face, exquisitely beautiful features, and a flushed cheek—truly alluring and captivating.

Hearing her moans, Wu Long thrust even harder into the woman's fullness, unleashing astonishing vitality. Because they were in the water, the impact was accompanied by the splashing of water, creating a continuous "crackling" sound. Ripples spread outwards from the two of them.

On Princess Yinchuan's body, Wu Long discovered that her primordial yin was different from Ling Xuezhen's. When he used the "Master of the Woman's Manual" for dual cultivation, the absorbed primordial yin initially clashed with the original. Just as Wu Long was about to withdraw, another force suppressed the absorbed primordial yin and ultimately merged it!

Wu Long was overjoyed; it turned out that dual cultivation had an astonishing ability to harmonize! Thus, he began his almost frenzied assault on Princess Yinchuan! Accompanied by Princess Yinchuan's uncontrollable moans, Wu Long recklessly poured himself upon her. There was no end, and it seemed there would never be!

Until Wu Long erupted like a torrent within Princess Yinchuan, pushing her to the heavens, this prolonged lovemaking finally ceased. The soft moans and cries gradually subsided, and Wu Long lazily stretched out his strong limbs in the water, his starry eyes slightly closed, letting his body drift half-submerged on the surface. Princess Yinchuan's languid, snow-white body remained sprawled on the bluestone by the pool, a satisfied smile gracing her pretty peach-blossom cheeks. A secret, unconcealable essence slowly oozed from her vulva. For a moment, the two were silent.

Yinchuan, seeing that Wu Gong was still unsatisfied and Xiao Long remained ferocious, felt a mixture of love and fear. She thought of Li Qiushui in seclusion, preparing for the immense changes brought about by her dual cultivation with Wu Long. "If only the Empress Dowager were here," she thought, "I can't satisfy my dream lover alone." Suddenly, a thought struck Yinchuan. She stood up,

put on her clothes, and went outside. Wu Long, seeing Yinchuan leave, found it strange and also put on his

clothes. A moment later, several girls in gauze dresses entered, and Wu Long knew what was going on. Wu Long loved marital bliss, so he felt no resistance to Yinchuan's arrangement. He swaggered there, having the girls remove the clothes he had just put on, soon revealing his excessively muscular physique. In this era where might makes right, Wu Long's physique is a symbol of strength. Looking at the girls, though their faces were flushed with shyness and their heads were lowered, they still glanced at Wu Long repeatedly, revealing eager expressions.

Wu Long naturally knew what they were thinking, laughed, and picked up the most delicate-looking girl among them. This girl was pretty and the shyest; when Wu Long picked her up, she was so frightened that she couldn't utter a word, only clinging tightly to Wu Long's neck.

Looking at her shy expression, Wu Long felt a surge of pleasure and kissed her. Wu Long's kissing skills were astonishing; in less than half a minute, she was completely captivated. She was now completely immersed in the moment, her eyes filled with tears, her nostrils slightly open, exhaling hot breath that brushed against Wu Long's face, her legs clinging to him like an octopus.

Wu Long never expected that such a pretty girl would possess such a naturally alluring nature. In his triumph, he kissed her forcefully while kneading her breasts with his large, powerful hands, squeezing the tender flesh until it was deformed. The girl struggled in pain, but the kneading of Wu Long's grotesque hands still brought her some pleasure. Under the combined influence of pain and pleasure, the girl had already lost her mind; her eyes were closed, and she could only mumble incoherently, "Master, don't be so rough, I can't take it."

Hearing her incoherent, cloyingly sweet murmurs, Wu Long felt a certain part of his body harden instantly. His lower body felt like steel, threatening to burst forth. A surge of lust rushed to his head, his mind becoming hazy. Wu Long had lost his senses; her hands wrapped around his neck, her legs clamped around his waist. Wu Long freed his hands, one squeezing the girl's breasts forcefully, the other tearing off her clothes in a few swift movements.

Seeing her delicate body, he could tell she was a pure and innocent young girl, untouched by human hands. Wu Long forcefully ripped off her gauze dress. Before the girl could even feel fear, amidst her cries of pleading, he suddenly and forcefully threw the naked girl into the pool. The girl was thrown into the pool by Wu Long, splashing a large spray of water. Wu Long and the girls above him were soaked, but he didn't care about the girls above him whose bodies were now wet and showing their curves. Seeing that the girl in the pool hadn't yet surfaced, Wu Long used his "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique) to jump into the pool as well. Once

in the water, seeing the girl about to emerge, Wu Long quickly submerged himself, found her red lips, and kissed her. At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief into her. The girl had just exhaled when Wu Long suddenly threw her into the pool; her chest was already flat, and she was now in a panic. Feeling a breath from Wu Long's mouth, she clung to him like a lifeline, sucking hard on his mouth and tongue. Wu Long, who had kissed countless beauties, had never seen such passion.

They had surfaced, but the girl still clung to him, kissing him passionately, refusing to let go. Wu Long's hands took the opportunity to roam freely over her newly developed body. Surprisingly, despite her early development, her breasts were no less voluptuous than Princess Yinchuan's, pressing against Wu Long's chest, feeling their soft, supple texture. Wu Long felt as if his chest was about to explode, and his hands began to move downwards.

Finding that slippery spot, one hand explored it, supporting the girl's body, finding the right position, and the hard dragon head plunged straight into that soft, moist depth with unstoppable force.

The girl let out an "Ah!" and suddenly pulled away from Wu Long's lips, forcefully tilting her head back. Her fair neck was right in front of Wu Long, making him unable to open his eyes, and her long fingernails dug into Wu Long's body.

The first part of Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 176 Spring Colors in the Pond 2

This girl was none other than Xiao Luan, whom he had found in the imperial kitchen. She and another maid, Qianqian, were Yinchuan's two closest personal maids. The girl let out an "Ah!" and suddenly pulled away from Wu Long's lips, forcefully tilting her head back. Her fair neck was right in front of him, making him unable to open his eyes, and her long fingernails dug into Wu Long's body. Although it didn't hurt when the girl's fingernails pinched him, seeing her fair, swan-like neck right in front of him, he didn't think twice and bit her neck.

His hot breath lingered on Xiao Luan's delicate neck, cheeks, and chest, a mixture of kisses, sucking, and gentle nibbling that sent shivers down her spine, her passion raging. Her slender arms clung tightly to Wu Long's neck, offering themselves passionately. A moment later, Xiao Luan let out a soft moan, letting Wu Long hold her close, teasing her relentlessly, unable to move, unable to escape, unable to hide.

He used every trick in the book: touching, poking, touching, kneading, pinching, sweeping, brushing, rubbing, scratching, hitting, patting, twisting, holding, pressing… While kneading, he asked Xiao Luan how it felt, whether she wanted it lighter or harder… making her too shy to speak, yet her very bones were completely melted. (

This is meaningless, as too much has been cut. Thank you!) "

Ah!" Xiao Luan cried out passionately, her heart trembling, her body tense, an unbearable itch rising within her, her pretty face burning as if on fire. Wu Long's cheek rubbed wantonly against Xiao Luan's pink, high, snowy peaks, his hands cupping her two full mounds like precious treasures, kneading and shaping them into all sorts of incredible forms at will.

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Looking at the delicate, fragrant lips so close to his, Wu Long's wicked smile grew wider and wider, then he gently kissed her, closing his eyes in utter bliss as he savored this intoxicating moment. Wu Long's nimble tongue captured those two alluring lips in his mouth, their fragrance and sweetness a delightful sensation. He then pried open her pearly teeth, indulging in the sweet aroma of her warm mouth.

Xiao Luan felt Wu Long bite down on her cherry lips, his fiery tongue domineeringly penetrating her defenses, breaking through her delicate teeth. His eyes darted around, and he too began to join in, their mouths chasing and escaping each other in a pleasurable chase. After a moment, Xiao Luan felt utterly weak, her body limp. Her slender arms wrapped around Wu Long's neck, turning the tables and letting out soft moans. She was completely lost in the passionate kiss, letting Wu Long roam freely over her tender flesh, taking and taking as he pleased.

Wu Long, of course, wasn't satisfied with his victory. He wanted to reap even more beautiful fruits of triumph. One of his wicked hands reached out and gently caressed Xiao Luan's breasts...

Wu Long's left hand held her smooth, delicate breasts tightly in his embrace, while his right hand climbed up her ample, round breasts, grasping them tightly and squeezing them forcefully. The slight pain mixed with the gradually melting, tingling, and soft sensation made the beauty tremble uncontrollably.

"Mmm..." A muffled moan was drowned out by the water. Wu Long's wicked hand continued its diligent work, without the slightest slackening, kneading and squeezing her breasts, which trembled and changed shape slightly. Wu Long's large hand, which was holding her jade-like back, slowly and gently lifted her smooth, white back, which seemed to be able to be squeezed for juice, finally landing on her snow-white, plump buttocks.

Her soft, round, plump buttocks, so round and perky, so tender and firm, were a rare sight in the world. After playing with Xiao Luan's snow-white, delicate, and round buttocks for a while, Wu Long's hand moved to the front, invading her most mysterious place. However, her long, slender, beautiful legs, tightly closed, blocked the lustful man's unbridled hands. At this moment, Xiao Luan was completely immersed in the ocean of desire. Looking at her alluring eyes, filled with spring passion, her expression of unbearable desire, and her moist, full lips, Wu Long's hands, which had been moving on her breasts, kneaded them even more forcefully.

[It's meaningless because too much has been cut, thank you!]

Under the stimulation of this position and situation, the sensation was exceptionally sensitive and intense. Xiao Luan felt a surge of satisfaction, as if she had been completely filled, rushing to her heavens, causing her already tight and warm flower path to contract even more powerfully. **Blood splattered around, like the most conspicuous flowers.

** It's meaningless because too much has been cut, thank you! The water in the hot

spring churned more and more violently, its turbulence seemingly unstoppable and intensifying. When a vast, indescribable surge of true energy suddenly flowed into her body from their tightly bound, inseparable private parts, the overwhelming, almost soul-shattering sensation caused Xiao Luan to groan softly. Had she not been submerged underwater, she would likely have already cried out loudly. This incomparably powerful true energy clashed seamlessly with Xiao Luan's existing true energy, merging into one, then rapidly circulating through her seven meridians and eight extraordinary vessels. After twelve small cycles, it flowed back into Wu Long's body from their point of union, then circulated through one large cycle before surging back into Xiao Luan's body.

The true energy continued to circulate and flow in this way through their seven meridians and eight extraordinary vessels, growing stronger with each circulation and more abundant with each transfer. Wu Long's muscular waist jolted, and he sat up, lowering his head to take the trembling object in his mouth. He thrust forcefully, his hands gripping Xiao Luan's slender waist and pink buttocks, moving violently.

Xiao Luan's most sensitive parts were simultaneously and intensely stimulated, finally causing her to let out a muffled groan. She gripped Wu Long's shoulders tightly with both hands, her long, beautiful legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The beauty trembled violently, her tender flesh contracting and tightening powerfully, and a strange suction force emanated from her deepest core, pulling Wu Long's body violently. It was an indescribable pleasure, and then a hot torrent gushed out from the depths of her core.

Wu Long almost groaned with pleasure as Xiao Luan's released true yin was completely absorbed into his body, rapidly dissipating and being absorbed under the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art, circulating along a strange meridian. The two moved vigorously in the water, neither caring about the pain in their bodies. The splashing water poured over their heads, flowing down and obscuring their eyes. Neither of them could see anything, only moving up and down forcefully. The girls by the pool were stunned by what they saw. They were all virgins, witnessing this for the first time, and the fact that their usually gentle sister had become so frenzied was unbelievable.

However, serving Wu Long was their duty, and seeing the little girl in the pool, the girls were also aroused. They exchanged glances, then stripped naked and entered the pool. In the bath where Yinchuan had once enjoyed so much pleasure, a beautiful young girl was moaning and whimpering beneath Wu Long, fully enjoying the sweet pleasure. This girl was none other than Xiao Luan, the girl from Yinchuan who had been searching for him in the imperial kitchen. She and another girl, Qianqian, were Yinchuan's closest personal maids. From Xiao Luan's first time to her ecstasy, she had climaxed countless times under Wu Long's crotch, knowing that each time the feeling was different, like falling into the sea and floating in the clouds—two completely different sensations. Xiao Luan was enduring Wu Long's storm-like onslaught. Her delicate pink face was flushed red, and she kept shaking her head, her half-open cherry lips exhaling hot breaths, constantly emitting soft

moans, stimulating Wu Long, who was on top of her, to make even more violent movements.

"Ah... Prince Consort... I... can't take it anymore..." Xiao Luan cried out, her jade hands still waving in the air. Wu Long's large hands grasped her firm breasts, kneading them forcefully, making the glistening flesh change shape in his hands. His thick waist twisted violently, thrusting rapidly. The spring water in the bath rippled in beautiful arcs, it was simply too perfect.

"Baby... use your legs, squeeze me tightly!!"

"Wu Long, panting heavily, gave the command," Xiao Luan commanded. Her long, slender legs gripped Wu Long's waist tightly, responding to his thrusts, her fragrant buttocks surging upwards. Wu Long's impact against her tender core felt like a blow to her very soul, as if it were pressing against her own heart, leaving her speechless with pleasure, only able to moan and gasp. A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Luan trembled violently, her beautiful buttocks arching upwards with all her might, climaxing again.

"Ah...My lord...I'm...ascending to heaven..."

Xiao Luan's hands suddenly gripped Wu Long tightly, her buttocks swaying wildly from side to side, opening and closing rhythmically, convulsing in waves. Suddenly, a gush of slippery, hot fluid erupted, giving Wu Long immense pleasure.

"Ah...I've come...I've come again..."

Xiao Luan moaned, her beautiful legs sliding limply down. After her climax, Xiao Luan lay limp on the ground, her body flushed a rosy pink, her small, red mouth agape, panting softly.

Wu Long lowered his head and kissed Xiao Luan's delicate, pink face, softly asking, "Baby, how many times did you come?"

Xiao Luan squirmed restlessly, letting out a soft moan through her delicate nose, and said shyly, "My lord, no more! You're teasing me again."

Wu Long smiled slightly and deliberately said,

"Baby, how about a few more times?"

Xiao Luan's face changed color as she said,

"My lord, I really... I really can't take it anymore. I'm completely exhausted. Please spare me."

Wu Long laughed and said,

"Baby, I was just teasing you. You took it seriously. Your other sisters are still waiting for me to favor them."

Seeing Xiao Luan's unbearable state, she completely collapsed into Wu Long's arms, motionless. Wu Long withdrew from her body, and the girl let out a soft "Eek~~~~~~" and hugged Wu Long tightly, her body trembling. Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.

Only then did he remember that this girl had never been with anyone before; this was her first time. Wu Long, preoccupied with venting his anger, hadn't considered this at all, focusing only on his relentless charge forward. His actions must have injured her body, at least causing her considerable pain, which explained her trembling as he withdrew. Wu

Long, always a chivalrous man, felt immense pity seeing the girl like this. He kissed her earlobe, softly comforting her. Only after feeling her trembling subside did he slowly withdraw.

Seeing the girl in his arms, her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful and clinging to him like a little bird, even the shameless Wu Long felt he'd been a bit too cruel. However, if he were to apologize, he would only make amends by playing in the water with her one more time, hehe.

Since cultivating the Lesser Formless Skill, Wu Long's internal strength had increased, and his masculine prowess had reached a level he'd never dared to dream of in his previous life. Having just finished venting on this girl, Wu Long's virility returned, and he faced the girls who had just entered the water, looking eager to try his luck.

Feeling a renewed surge of desire, Wu Long couldn't resist any longer, especially since he had no intention of holding back. Knowing that these girls were specially sent by Yinchuan to entertain him, Wu Long didn't stand on ceremony and said, "You girls, come here, let Wu Long have a good look at you." The girls, having witnessed Wu Long's recent performance

, were already blushing and their hearts were pounding, adding to their allure. They

had only seen the girl in their arms earlier and hadn't had time to properly appreciate the other girls. Now, upon closer inspection, they found that the girls were all equally beautiful and charming. (Chapter 177, Spring Colors in the Pond, Part 3 of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World) With several girls already aroused and emanating a strong, alluring fragrance, Wu Long, already smitten, couldn't resist any longer. He placed the girl in his arms by the pool, intending to casually embrace another. A beautiful, delicate head emerged from the water. Wu Long, with his excellent memory, immediately recognized her as Qianqian, the one he'd bathed with Yinchuan earlier that day. Her jade hairpin, which had somehow come undone, could no longer restrain her flowing, silky hair, which, washed by the clear pool water, appeared even blacker and shinier, almost luminous. In the ripples of the water, Qianqian's breathtaking beauty rose and fell, appearing and disappearing, exuding an irresistible allure! Qianqian let out a silvery laugh, her joyful face offering Wu Long a captivating and meaningful smile, brimming with a profound allure. Her beautiful eyes were now overflowing with unbridled wildness, desire, and anticipation. Wu Long's head began to burn uncontrollably, his desire escalating rapidly. Wu Long watched as Qianqian, a beautiful woman, frolicked in the water with a seductive and alluring air. The fragrance of her body filled his nostrils. Qianqian submerged again, swimming past him with a mixture of defiance and provocation. She was as pure and flawless as a ripe fruit, yearning to be plucked by her beloved. In the water, Qianqian was so full of vitality. Clearly, she was an excellent swimmer; she swam back and forth, constantly changing her strokes, almost deliberately highlighting her unbelievably beautiful figure, revealing it completely to Wu Long's eyes. Sitting on the poolside, he watched with drooling desire, his desire rising rapidly. He could no longer resist, his eyes glued to Qianqian's body, fully revealed in the clear water, watching how her slender yet supple waist perfectly accentuated her shapely hips. Her body shimmered under the starlight and moonlight, her long, slender, snow-white legs swaying in the pool, dazzling the eye. Crystalline water droplets fell onto Qianqian's smooth, beautiful, naked body; her snow-white, slender waist, rounded, pert buttocks, and straight, long legs made her appear like a fairy descended from heaven, breathtakingly beautiful. Qianqian's naked body seemed to sense Wu Long's direct and bold gaze, turning a rapid blush as if stimulated. Her beautiful, pure breasts rose and fell gently in the water from her vigorous swimming, two rosy nipples appearing and disappearing on the surface, full of alluring charm. Through the rippling water, one could see the wisps of grass floating between her partially parted legs, vaguely revealing the Eden that every man longed for. This was a reality more dreamlike than any dream, and Wu Long was completely lost in this intoxicating world. Qianqian clung to the edge of the pool, one hand gripping the marble, the other, dripping wet, reaching up to hook Wulong's neck, pulling him towards her. Her vibrant red lips were upturned, inviting him to savor her. Indeed, the maids of Yinchuan were surprisingly alluring, perhaps lacking in beauty and elegance, but clearly understanding men better than Yinchuan. Wulong was completely absorbed in this alluring world. He kissed her hot, fragrant lips deeply, their tongues entwining wildly, their tongues exchanging sweet scents, their hearts no longer bound by barriers or reservations, and nothing was forbidden. In his ecstasy, Wulong vaguely felt Qianqian tighten her embrace around his neck, then pull him forcefully. With a "plop," he fell into the clear water. Qianqian, the mermaid, wrapped her slender arms around him, dragging him to the bottom, continuing their passionate kiss. Her breathing was labored, and the blush on her cheeks made her even more alluring. Her soft, trembling body gave Wu Long immense stimulation and pleasure. Watching her slightly parted lips and smelling the captivating fragrance emanating from her mouth, it seemed as if she was enticing him to take further action, luring him to conquer her. He couldn't resist this temptation. This was the fragrance Wu Long had longed for. The opportunity was right in front of him, and Wu Long uncontrollably lowered his head...

A wave of heat washed over her; it was his breath. Was he looking at her? It was already embarrassing enough, and now he was staring at her so closely. Qianqian's tightly closed eyes dared not open even a crack. Suddenly, she felt a warm, moist touch—no, it was his lips. Qianqian felt dizzy; she was stunned. She hadn't expected him to be so bold. She wanted to push him away, but the slightest movement caused his erection to throb. A wave of pleasure washed over her; the stimulating friction made her body tremble. Qianqian almost moaned…

The sweet warmth, the breathtakingly beautiful sensation—Wu Long had finally gotten his wish, even though her lips were tightly pressed together… Her lips were closed, but she couldn't stop him from further teasing her. A seasoned kisser, he knew how to break down her defenses. His smooth tongue easily parted her soft lips. She couldn't resist; her body went weak, and she was powerless to push him away…

That alluring, smooth tongue lightly brushed against her pearly teeth. He was so passionate; Qianqian felt her breathing become labored. The intoxicating, suffocating sensation made her unable to hold on any longer. Her teeth inadvertently parted slightly, and that smooth tongue slipped into her warm, fragrant mouth in that instant. Her fragile defenses were completely breached.

"No…"

Qianqian whimpered indistinctly. She couldn't bring herself to bite him; after all, under the influence of the dual cultivation technique, the man before her was now her ideal prince charming.

Wu Long didn't stop. He was exploring, he was capturing. He wouldn't let this golden opportunity slip by. He was already lost in the fragrant, alluring scent. He wouldn't stop because of her reluctance. He was completely absorbed, completely focused. His goal was to capture that slippery, soft, and fragrant touch.

A gentle touch, a startled flinch—in this small space, Qianqian had nowhere to hide. That soft, nimble touch that stirred her heart, teasing and stimulating her—she had never experienced anything like it before. Lips met, her breath quickened, she could barely breathe. The intoxicating stimulation left her with no ability to resist…

Her timid flinching only emboldened him, seizing that soft, slippery touch that drove her wild with desire. Wu Long seized this rare opportunity. His tongue gently traced a path, firmly controlling and entangling her unruly, slippery body. Heavens, what was this feeling? This most intimate contact between a man and a woman made Qianqian feel dizzy. It was incredibly strange. "Don't move, please don't move!" Qianqian's delicate body trembled violently. She held her breath, completely enveloped by his soft, smooth flesh. She was terrified. She was also incredibly ashamed. This was her first experience of such intimacy. And it was with a man she had recently hated but now loved most. The unparalleled ecstasy, coupled with a complex and contradictory sense of guilt, was intricate and wondrous.

Time seemed to freeze. Her body was pressed against him, her mouth, never before violated, was occupied by him. Qianqian, deeply in love with him, gradually crumbled. Love and passion filled her heart. In this moment, all other thoughts vanished. With his intoxicating teasing, Qianqian went from resisting to becoming passive. Then came acceptance. She could no longer control her yearning heart. She yielded to him; the inner demons deep within her soul had been shattered…

The woman, yearning for him, tentatively yielded, her smooth, slippery body moving slightly in a shy, captivating response. This subtle, restrained reaction sent Wu Long's blood boiling. Her shy hint ignited his passion. A fervent kiss, a long-awaited kiss—Wu Long's entire being, his body and soul, poured into this passionate kiss, inseparable. He wanted to kiss her until she couldn't breathe, until she broke down… A

natural human reaction. Nothing in this world could stop this soul-stirring intimacy. In the steaming hot spring, on this waterbed created by divine magic, Qianqian was ignited with a long-dormant passion. There was no pain, no conflict, only his deep and unwavering love. She cast aside her inner turmoil, forgot the world, forgot her sister beside her. In this world, it seemed only she and he remained. In his suffocating teasing, she learned to entangle, to linger, to yield. She was shy… Her smoothness gradually became more agile, her passion was released, **unrestrained…

lingering kisses, beautiful love, constantly parting and reuniting, hands roaming over each other's bodies, the kisses never enough, the breaths of the couple were rapid yet sweet, the fire deep within their bodies burning, their sensitive touches, caresses, he and she were experiencing physical stimulation and pleasure in the passionate wet kiss, he and she were already very much in need, his hand reached between her legs, he wanted to explore the mystery of this woman…

her body had already collapsed and gone limp in this lingering and stimulating passionate kiss, she had no thoughts left, she could only accept all his desires, when his hand reached for her already flowing spring, she naturally raised her full buttocks, cooperating with him, enjoying the extreme pleasure that love between the two of them brought…

he frantically embraced and kissed the mature and perfect body of the beauty in his arms, the smooth and delicate touch of the beauty in the water and the gradually rising body temperature due to passion constantly stimulated Wu Long's mind, arousing his high fever. Wu Long's hands vigorously kneaded the soft, silky white skin, while his mouth incessantly explored Qianqian's high, supple, and glistening breasts. Simultaneously, his nimble tongue, like a snake, licked the delicate, crimson nipples atop the snow-capped peaks, occasionally nibbling them lightly with his teeth. This caused Qianqian's already confused and powerless body to tremble in waves of passion.

Wu Long unleashed the most formidable advantage of his unparalleled inner strength, allowing him to breathe freely underwater without needing to surface. While he couldn't breathe like a fish, he could easily sustain himself for over ten hours. He would kiss Qianqian's fragrant lips, taking advantage of her oxygen-draining state, ravaging her as if she were in an empty field, conquering and plundering at will. Unable to resist, Qianqian could only surrender, allowing him to run rampant and indulge in his madness.

When the two surfaced, Qianqian's neck was covered in swollen, red hickeys. Her tender, smooth breasts stood proudly erect in Wulong's eyes, reflecting the pale moonlight, with faint traces of bluish bruises visible, a testament to the ferocity of their encounter. Both were burning hot, as if the water itself had instantly heated up. Wulong, naturally, refused to let up, continuing his search for the best flirting techniques, determined to make his beauty completely surrender.

The two swam entangled to the poolside, Qianqian pressed against the marble wall by Wulong. He lifted her hands, making her grip the gunwale, then covered them with his own large hand, further emphasizing Qianqian's already erect breasts and creating a point of contact between them.

"Don't you want to play anymore?"

"It hurts!"

"It'll only last a moment, it won't hurt much!

" "Brother, be gentle with your sister!"

"Okay, bear with it, I'm going in, let go!"

"Ah..." Accompanied by the little girl Qianqian's shrill scream, a Snow White-like little girl fell into a sea of desire.

The young and charming woman, with her perfect body, brought Wu Long immense pleasure from any angle of physical contact. Her fragrance was intoxicating, and her flushed face revealed the most moving side of a woman. She was very passionate. When her beautiful legs wrapped around his waist, the woman secretly and to the maximum extent responded to his unrestrained caresses. Her body was twisting, stimulating his passion and arousing his sensitivity. The moans from her fragrant mouth grew louder and clearer. She seemed to have completely let go of her body and mind. Her delicate hands wandered on his broad back, gentle, passionate, and bold...

He and she were releasing their greatest passion under extreme repression. He needed gentle acceptance, she needed a feeling of fulfillment. Pleasure consumed her; her body writhed more and more violently. Only this intense, agonizing friction could give her a stronger stimulation. She didn't understand; she thought that only in this way could she accept him…

She was too passionate, too frantic. No one can control a woman in love. Wu Long's body was tightly entwined with hers, and the friction of her naked body had brought him to the brink of collapse. He couldn't free his hands; a woman nearing her climax possessed astonishing strength, and he didn't want to use his internal energy to harm the beauty beneath him.

A long, cloying moan suddenly rang out, and Qianqian's writhing body tensed abruptly as she reached the peak of pleasure. Moans, panting, and the sweet fragrance of orchids swirled around Wu Longdi's nostrils. He realized something was wrong; the stimulation was intense. This woman, as gentle as water, her warm, hidden depths ignited his already fragile sensitivity. As her body reached its climax, he could no longer control himself. The long-suppressed desire combined with the intense stimulation overwhelmed him. No man could resist the burning passion of this stunning woman. A

muffled groan escaped his throat; a volcanic eruption, a torrent of desire, and with that heart-pounding throbbing, Qianqian's limp body wrapped around him again. This was her familiar tenderness; she, who understood nothing, realized he, too, was experiencing this wondrous pleasure. She wanted to greet his climax with the gentlest and most passionate side of a woman, the stimulating friction of their bodies welcoming his peak of pleasure, the incredibly pleasurable stimulation causing his tense body to gradually soften with her infinite tenderness…

Chapter 178 of the Fallen Dragon World: The Child Granny's Compromise and the Blessing of Two Women 1

This battle truly deserved to be described as earth-shattering and the world changing color. Aroused by the scenery in the pool, and with his head burning with rage, Wu Long disregarded everything, only remembering to indulge in debauchery. He frantically played in the bath with several girls, and as for how many rounds they fought over the several hours, no one kept track. But seeing how weak and powerless the girls were after the battle, lying in Wu Long's arms, letting him satisfy his desires, it's possible that he later dragged Princess Tianxiu into the fray, and this battle actually lasted a whole day and night! In his dazed state, he had already broken the record for men!

After absorbing the primordial yin energy of several women and engaging in a day and night of absurd behavior, Wu Long's [Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill] had broken through to its highest level, entering an unimaginable realm. Previously, entering a state of spiritual and physical union would cause his consciousness to drift out of his body, allowing him to grasp the surrounding scenery—a wondrous state. This time, however, he focused his consciousness inward, carefully sensing every part of his body. Suddenly, he discovered countless tiny points hidden within his muscles. His body was like the sky and the universe, and these tiny points were like stars. Some of these stars shone brightly, others dimly. Wu Long knew these were acupoints. The most sensitive and important acupoints shone brightly. The brightest and most sensitive were the temples on either side of his head.

"No wonder it's called the temples. The sensitivity and importance of these acupoints in the body are truly like the sun."

A sudden realization dawned on Wu Long. "Breaking through the void, one can see the divine," Wu Long suddenly uttered these eight words. The "god" Wu Long speaks of in martial arts is definitely not some ethereal Jade Emperor or Laozi in the heavens, but rather the countless sensitive and subtle acupoints within the body. These sensitive points govern the body's functions, much like deities who govern all things in the universe.

Breaking through the void allows one to see the god. This refers to the level of sensitivity cultivated through practice; at the highest level, one can perceive the minute details, clearly sensing the sensitivity of every subtle acupoint, understanding their function and role within the body. Just as in Buddhism, the highest level of cultivation leads to the Western Paradise, with its trillions of Buddha-lands and countless Buddhas, the Buddhist Paradise and its billions of Buddhas, like the "god," are deities that govern one's own body. The Western Paradise is not in the West, but within one's own body.

As his consciousness entered his dantian, countless tiny, pinhead-sized stars seemed to appear within that ball of true qi, twinkling and sparkling beautifully in the endless darkness of the dantian, captivating and mesmerizing. Wu Long had now confirmed that these faint stars were the qualitative change produced by the infinite condensation of true qi into a physical form. When the condensed ball of true qi exploded violently, the endless impact, like a raging cosmic torrent, caused his dantian to bulge slightly outward. Even his incredibly resilient meridians expanded imperceptibly under the impact of this ferocious torrent. This intense surge of true qi within Wu Long's monstrous body brought him exhilarating pleasure, making him feel incredibly comfortable. However, if such a burst of true qi occurred within the bodies of the Nine Yang Divine Lord and the other three, they would certainly be unable to withstand it and suffer a qi deviation. This was the difference between Wu Long and other experts, and the fundamental basis for Wu Long's ultimate ability to surpass everyone else.

The viscous true energy flowed rapidly and unimpeded through the meridians, constantly expanding them. When the true energy vortex formed again in the dantian, gradually increasing in speed, a powerful attraction also emerged from the dantian vortex. The true energy flowing through the body was rapidly pulled towards the dantian by this powerful attraction. At this time, the empty meridians, due to the pressure difference with the outside world, also drew in the external spiritual energy, which gathered towards the dantian as the true energy vortex continued to rotate. During the process of the true energy being compressed in the dantian vortex, this spiritual energy was slowly compressed again and again. When it condensed to a certain density, it was successfully transformed into the true energy of the martial dragon. Even if the true energy in the dantian absorbed spiritual energy and compressed it into the body to only one ten-thousandth of its original amount during the contraction after an explosion, the true energy in his body still steadily and slowly increased with each explosive contraction. Of course, this process just took a little longer.

With each burst of true energy, the area of his dantian and the capacity of his meridians expanded very slowly. In a state of hazy confusion, Wu Long's spirit continuously sublimated in the ecstasy created by the intense impact of true energy, soaring higher and higher, as if floating on clouds, floating ten thousand feet in the sky. A gentle breeze came, mist drifted, and his thoughts wandered far and wide, flourishing with vitality. Finally, the white clouds gradually disappeared, the gentle breeze became a thing of the past, the mist vanished without a trace, and his thoughts became empty and boundless. Everything disappeared; he forgot himself, forgot to breathe, forgot to think, forgot to exist. Without birth or death, without existence or non-existence, neither pure nor defiled, neither dead nor indestructible, his spirit existed in a hazy, ambiguous state in the endless void, drifting, understanding something? Yet it seemed he understood nothing at all. He didn't know how long this state would last...

After the Spring Color Battle was over, Wu Long entered a comatose sleep state. At first, Princess Yinchuan thought he was exhausted and quickly summoned Li Qiushui. Li Qiushui and Tonglao arrived upon hearing the news, and after taking his pulse, they found that his qi was not only stable but also remarkably strong and regular. They guessed he was in deep meditation and didn't disturb him.

A long time passed…

Wu Long had been “sleeping” for a long time. For some reason, he felt a stinging, itchy feeling in his nose.

“Achoo!” Wu Long sneezed and woke up. Opening his eyes, he saw Princess Yinchuan's playful, smiling face. She was lying on Wu Long's back, proudly displaying her “tool”—a single, jet-black hair.

“Husband, you're awake?” Princess Yinchuan was filled with excitement, her eyes even brimming with happy tears.

Wu Long turned over and pulled Princess Yinchuan into his arms, laughing, "Baby, you want your husband again? I remember you came last night?"

Princess Yinchuan pouted, "You've been sleeping for three days and three nights!"

"Tianxiu, you're joking! If I remember correctly, I fought with you all for a day and three nights, and then slept for three days? How could that be!" Wu Long chuckled.

"I'm not joking, you really slept for three days and three nights. I came to tease you every day before, but you never woke up!" Princess Yinchuan said, not at all joking.

Wu Long was stunned, never expecting to have slept for so long. He only remembered that after fighting with hundreds of beauties for three days and three nights, his whole body felt completely exhausted. He just wanted to rest, but he ended up lying down for three days and three nights.

Actually, Wu Long himself didn't know that he had entered a state of spiritual cultivation and tranquility. These days, he had been making love with the women in bed, and his whole body had been in a state of excitement and agitation for a long time, which had greatly depleted his physical strength and true energy, even with his extremely strong regenerative ability. However, Wu Long was made of iron, and during this period of absorbing female essence, he needed to assimilate and transform it into his own yang essence. Because Wu Long had cultivated various supreme Taoist skills, his body could undergo a transformation through hibernation-like rest without any adjustment, completely integrating all the martial arts like a miraculous metamorphosis from a pupa to a butterfly.

The moment Wu Long opened his eyes, he felt a completely different mental state. Those who cultivate internal energy can "inner vision," sensing the flow of their true energy through their meridians. However, Wu Long now not only sensed the presence of his veins and internal organs, but his sensitivity had also advanced to the point of perceiving even more subtle and hidden locations. Simultaneously, he became much more sensitive to damage to the most minute parts of his body.

He finally understood the meaning of an indestructible body. Indestructibility wasn't about being as hard as steel, impervious to swords and axes, but rather about being acutely aware of any minor injury and devising strategies for repair and recuperation. While these minor injuries might seem insignificant to a powerful martial artist, their accumulation could lead to internal injuries. As people age, these accumulated internal injuries cause a decline in physical strength and combat effectiveness. The idea that higher internal energy equates to greater physical strength is entirely wrong. The circulation and use of internal energy can unintentionally harm the body, as it is, after all, a form of energy.

Concentrating all his attention, Wu Long meticulously examined every part of his body, suddenly discovering many things he hadn't noticed before. His body contained numerous extremely minor injuries. If Wu Long's body were a magnificent, thousand-mile-long dike, then these tiny damages were like minuscule ant nests. Although an ant nest is insignificant compared to a thousand-mile-long dike, a thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole. Over time, under the pounding of the river, even the strongest dike will crumble. This is why many people with incredibly high internal strength die young, like Wang Chongyang in *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*!

This time, thanks to Princess Yinchuan's alluring arrangement, he had reached the true pinnacle of martial arts. Wu Long believed that, purely in terms of martial arts, he no longer feared anyone. Princess Yinchuan, seeing Wulong lost in thought, couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

Wulong embraced her beautiful face and whispered, "I'm savoring happiness." He smiled slightly and reached out to touch her breasts:

"Tianxiu, sometimes I wonder if this is a dream..."

"Mmm, husband... no!" Princess Yinchuan gasped, pressing Wulong's hand down, her face flushed with embarrassment as she pleaded, "Husband... don't come so early... my... down there is still a little sore..."

Wulong feigned surprise, "It's been so many days, and you're still in pain??"

Princess Yinchuan blushed and spat, "The past few days I came every day! I didn't feel anything, but these past three days and three nights without it, my down there is swollen like a little steamed bun, it's so uncomfortable..."

Wulong laughed heartily, looking at her shy expression, he suddenly grabbed her dress. Princess Yinchuan asked in surprise, "Husband, what are you doing?"

"I've never seen what a human-shaped steamed bun looks like. Look..." Wu Long blinked.

"Hmm...you're so naughty, I was just trying to wake you up..." Princess Yinchuan blushed and buried her head in Wu Long's shoulder, nibbling on his ear and whispering sweetly, "Husband...can we do it again tonight?"

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