[Rebirth of Zhao Zhijing] (Chapter 51)

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Rebirth of Zhao Zhijing, Chapter 51: Lingjiu Palace
Author: wolui
July 28, 2015
Early morning sunlight streamed into the room through the window grilles.
Wang Yuyan let out a soft moan, slowly opening her beautiful eyes, and groggily shaking her head.
Immediately, she realized she was in a warm embrace, and more importantly, she was completely
naked!
She cried out in surprise, quickly covering her full, snow-white breasts with her hands, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment as she
tightly closed her eyes again.
Memories of last night flooded her mind. After several orgasms at the Youyiku, she had
been carried home limp as a rag doll by her master, followed by her newly recognized cousin—Princess Yinchuan, Li Qinglu.
Then, then came the battle... I never imagined my cousin, a princess of Western Xia, would be like this... I
was about to refuse, but she cooperated with the man in playing with me, saying incredibly lewd things...
Eventually, I became dizzy and ended up hugging my cousin, twisting my hips and begging the master for his favor...
Finally, the master made us press against each other, spraying his hot stuff onto our faces, and then made
us lick the liquid off each other's faces...
Oh my god! So embarrassing... So embarrassing...
"Yu Yan, you're awake."
The man's voice rang out, and then a large hand touched Wang Yu Yan's breasts, gently kneading them.
Wang Yu Yan hummed in response, then whispered, "Master, where are my clothes?"
But then she heard a giggle beside her, and Li Qinglu's voice rang out: "Cousin, why are you still wearing clothes? Look
over here."
Hearing this, Wang Yu Yan opened her eyes and saw that she was lying on the man's left side, while her cousin was lying on the man's right
side.
All three were completely naked, and the young girl shamelessly placed her hand on the man's crotch,
stroking his thick, powerful penis.
Wang Yuyan felt a tremor run through her; the ecstatic pleasure from this treasure the previous night seemed to linger in
her body, leaving her momentarily stunned.
The two girls rested their heads on the demonic Taoist's arms, while his hands grasped and caressed their breasts. It must
be said that Li Qiushui's bloodline was incredibly powerful; although they were from different generations, their figures and appearances were still seven-tenths similar,
even their breasts were the same shape.
"Yuyan, you touch it for me too."
Wang Yuyan was the obedient type; after hesitating for a moment, she still reached out and touched Zhao
Zhijing's penis.
Feeling the two women's soft hands caressing his penis, Zhao Zhijing breathed a sigh of pleasure, then
kissed Wang Yuyan and asked with a smile, "Yuyan, was it comfortable last night?"
Wang Yuyan's pretty face immediately turned bright red again, and she stammered, "I...I don't know..."
"Hehe, I felt so good. Yuyan, your little cunt is so tight and hot, and so wet when you're aroused
. It's really satisfying to fuck you."
"Ugh...don't...don't say that...ugh...Yuyan...Yuyan is so embarrassed...ugh..."
Hearing Zhao Zhijing's lewd words, Wang Yuyan held his penis and couldn't help but recall
the infatuated state she had been in the previous night. She trembled all over, and her legs became wet.
"Oh dear, Yu Yan, your nipples are hard, haha, tell your master, are you wet down there?"
"Waaah...Master, you're bullying me...waaah..."
Wang Yu Yan angrily punched Zhao Zhijing's chest a few times with her small fists, but it was no different from tickling.
"Haha, you sisters, suck for me together."
At this moment, the lewd atmosphere had already risen. Wang Yu Yan was still a little hesitant, but when she saw Li Qinglu unhesitatingly
crawl between the man's legs, she followed suit.
After all, she had served the master with her mouth several times in the past few days, so it was not unfamiliar.
Moreover, because she had been raped, she was still a little inferior. She thought that since Li Qinglu, who was the princess of Yinchuan,
was obedient, why should she, a fallen flower, be reserved?
So, the two women pressed close to the man's crotch, forming a 69 position with the man lying on the bed, and their two
snow-white and perky buttocks were presented to the man's eyes on the left and right.
Zhao Zhijing chuckled lewdly, his eyes greedily fixed on the two delicate, pink slits of flesh before him. He reached out with both hands,
extending his middle fingers and simultaneously inserting them into the two women's vaginas, probing and digging.
Li Qinglu let out a lewd cry, turning her head with a smile, and said in a seductive voice, "Master, which of my cunts, my cousin's or Qinglu's,
is prettier?"
Zhao Zhijing deliberately feigned a thoughtful expression, then said, "Both are pretty, but Qinglu, you're better at gripping, haha."
Li Qinglu's eyes shimmered with allure, and she giggled, "I'm not just good at gripping down there."
With that, she opened her small mouth, let out a soft "hmm," and took the man's large glans into her mouth, sucking it with soft moans
.
Wang Yuyan, however, had no experience in serving other women, and at this moment, she felt somewhat flustered,
her face flushed with embarrassment, twisting her body and moaning under the man's probing fingers.
Seeing this, Li Qinglu smiled and spat out the glans, whispering, "Cousin, it's your turn."
Wang Yuyan saw the large, shiny glans, covered in her cousin's saliva, pointing directly at her.
A surge of excitement welled up inside her. Remembering the endless pleasure this treasure had brought her these past few days, she lowered
her head and gently kissed it.
Zhao Zhijing slapped Wang Yuyan's buttocks with his left hand, ordering, "Yuyan, take it in my mouth
. Haven't you been doing this every day these past few days?"
Then, with his right hand, he slapped Li Qinglu's buttocks, saying, "You little slut, don't just sit
there."
Then, as if addicted, he continued slapping the two girls' firm, supple buttocks
, making a slapping sound.
Wang Yuyan was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly said, "No...don't hit me...sob..."
She didn't care about being embarrassed by her cousin's gaze. She frowned slightly, resignedly opened her small mouth, and took the glans
in.
Li Qinglu turned her head to the side, rested her head on the man's thigh, and kept licking the base of his penis with her fragrant tongue.
"As expected of cousins, you coordinate so well, it feels so good." The demonic Taoist praised, then inserted his middle finger
into the two women's vaginas again, continuing to play with their delicate flower gardens.
After a while, the two women's eyes gradually became hazy, their vaginas already overflowing under the man's teasing fingers.
Their thighs, which had been pressed together, unconsciously spread wider and wider, and a large amount of lustful fluid flowed down their thighs,
dripping all over the bed.
Zhao Zhijing chuckled softly. How could these two virgins be a match for him? While digging with his middle finger, he
also extended his thumb and pressed it against the two women's anuses.
The two women trembled at the same time, clearly their anuses had never been penetrated before.
"Keep sucking for me, don't stop!"
Hearing this, the two women could only endure the abnormal sensation of their anuses being played with, moaning as they continued to give the man oral sex.
"Cousin, let's lick from the left and right, from below."
"Ugh... I... I know..."
Wang Yuyan felt as if she had lost the ability to think. The pleasure in her vagina and the strange feeling in her anus occupied
her entire mind. At this moment, she was like a puppet on a string, obeying Li Qinglu's ideas and serving
the man in various degrading ways.
After a while, the two women didn't even have the energy to suck anymore. Their heads were resting on the man's thighs, and under
the manipulation of his seemingly magical fingers, they moaned loudly one after another.
"Ah ah ah... ah... so good... ah... so good... ah ah... um
... ah ah... oh... uh... ah..."
"Ugh... ah... ugh... ah... ah ah... uh... ugh... ah ah... no... no more
... ah..."
Suddenly, the two women shuddered violently, and under the man's skillful manipulation, they both reached orgasm at the same time.
Zhao Zhijing chuckled and quickly pulled his fingers out of the two women's vaginas.
Instantly, two jets of water gushed out from the two women's constantly contracting vaginas like fountains. The
two cousins had been played with to the point of simultaneous orgasm.
"I knew that sensitive bodies like yours would orgasm, haha, so much lustful fluid, so
satisfying."
The demon leered as he rubbed the two women's clitoris with his fingers, causing them to squirt again.
After squirting five or six times, the amount of water gradually decreased. The two women were so excited that they were almost exhausted, their fair
bodies trembling, completely powerless, panting heavily.
Seeing that the two women had collapsed, Zhao Zhijing stopped playing with them. Calculating the time, it was now
the day for the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands to attack Lingjiu Palace. The demon naturally couldn't let go of this opportunity to subdue Lingjiu Palace.
He picked up Li Qinglu and placed her on Wang Yuyan, pressing the two women face to face, their breasts pressed tightly together
. He knelt behind the two women, his thick penis thrusting rapidly between their vaginas.
The two cousins had just orgasmed, their vaginas glistening wet. With a gentle
push, the demon could easily penetrate Li Qinglu's vagina, and with a light press, Wang Yuyan's. He manipulated them wantonly, thrusting in and out of their
vaginas.
This time, he couldn't hold back any longer. He released his pent-up desire, thrusting about a hundred times until his glans felt itchy,
preparing to ejaculate.
The lewd Taoist chuckled, "I'm about to cum, which bitch wants my semen?"
Li Qinglu, having regained some strength, struggled to sit up, pressing her hands against the man's thighs, and swallowed his penis into her mouth
, mumbling, "Ugh...give...give me...all...all of it into Qinglu's mouth...
ugh...ugh! So...so much! Ugh...ugh...ugh..."
The Taoist's penis finally ejaculated, and a large amount of semen shot into Li Qinglu
's mouth in waves, making her eyes roll back.
When Zhao Zhijing pulled his penis out, Li Qinglu's cheeks were still bulging, clearly still unable to swallow a mouthful of semen
.
Wang Yuyan also sat up, seeing her cousin's bulging cheeks, and couldn't help but smile.
Li Qinglu's beautiful eyes flashed mischievously, and suddenly she hugged her cousin, kissing her lips.
The two cousins' lips met, and Wang Yuyan's beautiful eyes widened instantly, letting out a soft moan.
After a while, Li Qinglu finally released her mouth, and a thin, white
strand of semen stretched between the two women's cherry lips.
"Cousin, let's split it in half, that's fair, hehe."
She licked her lips, scraping the semen from the corner of her lips into her mouth, and looked at her cousin with a smile.
Wang Yuyan coughed several times, finally swallowing all the semen that Li Qinglu's tongue had passed over, feeling both annoyed
and amused.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing laughed heartily, then put on his clothes, told the two women that he would be gone for a few days, and
then used his lightness skill to disappear from the room in an instant.
Li Qinglu had been secretly instructed by Zhao Zhijing to keep a close eye on Wang Yuyan and prevent her from meeting Murong Fu or Duan Yu, so
she started chatting with her cousin.
Wang Yuyan didn't want to see Murong Fu and Duan Yu, who had abandoned her, any longer. When Li Qinglu invited her to
stay in the palace for a while, she nodded in agreement.
"Alright, Qinglu, get up. Let's... let's get dressed and wash up."
"No... Qinglu... Qinglu... I want to feel better... Cousin, your lips are so soft,
it feels so good to kiss them..."
"Ah... what are you doing... waah... waah..."
"Cousin... Master has many women, we have to team up... hehe... he'll definitely like
to see us like this... ah... ah ah..."
"Let go... Qinglu, don't hug my legs... ah... ah... don't do this..."
"Ah... Cousin... so... so it feels good when women rub against each other like this... ah
..."
"No... ah ah... ah... waah... ah... ah ah... no... don't... ah..."
"Ah... Cousin... you... you're already wet down there... do you feel good too? Ah... touch...
touch Qinglu's breasts... ah... ah ah... Cousin... touch me... ah..."
Inside the room, the woman's suppressed, lewd moans echoed again.
Zhao Zhijing had fully recovered his strength and, using his lightness skill, sprinted forward at breakneck speed, almost as fast as a galloping horse.
During the great battle against Temujin, he had received divine blessing through Wang Chongyang's sword, gaining a slight understanding of the true nature of the Innate Skill—
the Innate Qiankun Skill. Although he hadn't truly broken through, his application of power was much more refined,
a further improvement from before his journey into the grasslands.
Now, his Innate True Qi circulated, giving him a sense of harmony with nature, a feeling of endless life,
which allowed him to maintain his speed even at this high speed.
According to the original story, Misty Peak was a two-day journey from Lingzhou City, but Zhao Zhijing
arrived in less than a day.
The path to the summit was no longer guarded; clearly, Wu Laoda and his men had already rushed up. Broken
weapons and bloodstains littered the ground, indicating a fierce battle.
Zhao Zhijing quickly climbed the mountain, and after a short while, he encountered a precipice, more than five zhang wide above the other side, with
clouds and mist swirling below, its bottom unseen. The iron chain connecting the two cliffs had been severed.
In the original story, Xu Zhu was also stumped here, eventually figuring out how to throw the chain out mid-air to hook onto the other side and use
its momentum to jump across.
Actually, even top masters in Jin Yong's novels might not have been unable to jump five zhang (approximately 10 meters), but the problem was that this was a mountain
path leading uphill, and the cliff on the other side was much higher. The original iron chain was also angled upwards, creating
the difficulty.
However, this was no obstacle for Zhao Zhijing. Previous martial arts novels
described light-body techniques like the "Ladder Cloud Leap" and "Golden Goose Skill," which allowed one to ascend by stepping on their right foot while simultaneously using their left. As the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, this sorcerer's light-body skills were already highly refined.
With a flicker of his body, he leaped towards the opposite bank, his inner energy flowing freely, making him float lightly forward. After traveling
about halfway, his speed began to slow. His body remained suspended in mid-air, but he was still just short of reaching the other side, and it looked like he was about to
fall.
Undeterred, he abruptly ripped off his pants, let out a low shout, and his previously limp penis suddenly erected
, swinging upwards like an iron rod. Simultaneously, he pressed his palm against his erect penis,
using the momentum to propel himself several meters further, landing perfectly on the opposite bank.
Truly, he was incredibly cocky!
"Heh heh, using my erect penis for leverage is much more scientific than stepping on my right foot with my left... It's just a pity
I can't immediately soften it after it's erect, otherwise, I wonder if I could fly above the atmosphere using this thrusting motion
... uh... a penis helicopter?"
The demon shook his head, banishing the bizarre image from his mind. As soon as he landed, a scream rang out.
A woman dressed in Lingjiu Palace attire, with an ordinary appearance and covered in blood, lay on the cliff edge,
staring dumbfounded at the demon's swaying penis.
Zhao Zhijing coughed lightly, quickly pulled up his trousers, and then with a flick of his right hand, killed the ugly woman with a single blow.
"Hmm? Her looks were average, but her breasts were quite large, what a waste..." The sorcerer shook his head with a compassionate expression,
then said, "Never mind, everything is predestined. We are not destined to be together, and there's nothing we can do about it."
With that, he ignored the woman's unseeing death and continued running up the mountain.
Zhao Zhijing was incredibly fast, and soon reached the summit of Misty Peak.
He saw a road paved with bluestone slabs, each slab about eight feet long and three feet wide, very
neatly arranged. The construction of such a road must have been an enormous undertaking, seemingly beyond the capabilities of the women under the Child Granny's command. This bluestone road
was about two miles long. At the end of the road stood a massive stone fortress, with a stone-carved eagle on each side of the fortress gate
, over three zhang tall, with sharp beaks and massive claws, exceptionally majestic. The fortress gate was half-closed, and there was still no one around.
Zhao Zhijing slipped inside and found the hall extremely spacious, with over a hundred men gathered there, shouting loudly.
These were the people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands.
In the center sat dozens of women dressed in Lingjiu Palace attire, their pressure points sealed, slumped on the ground.
Nearly half of them were covered in blood, clearly injured.
A group led by Boss Wu was interrogating them about the antidote to the Life-and-Death Talisman and information about the Lingjiu Palace's treasures, but these
Lingjiu Palace girls remained defiant, all keeping their mouths tightly shut, showing an unyielding attitude.
At this moment, Sword God Zhuo Buping said, "You won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Do you really think we won't kill?"
With that, he swung his longsword, about to strike down the nearest girl.
Hmph!
Suddenly, a cold snort, like muffled thunder, rang in everyone's ears, causing all these evil cultivators
to tremble and their blood to surge.
Zhuo Buping and his men's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly looked towards the entrance of the stone fortress.
A dignified middle-aged Taoist priest in a Taoist robe slowly walked in from outside.
"A bunch of grown men bullying women and children, utterly shameless!"
This group of heretics, suppressed by the Lingjiu Palace in western Sichuan, were kept in the dark and didn't recognize
Zhao Zhijing. They only felt that this suddenly appearing Taoist priest possessed terrifying inner strength and an extraordinary aura, but considering
their superior numbers, they weren't particularly afraid.
At this moment, a beautiful middle-aged woman in a light red dress exclaimed, "Excuse me, excuse me,
are you Master Zhao of the Quanzhen Sect?"
This woman was Cui Lühua, the Hibiscus Fairy, skilled in throwing knives. She, along with Sword God Zhuo Bufan and the Unjust Taoist, hadn't
been hit by the Life-or-Death Talisman; their purpose in helping was to covet the treasures hidden in the Lingjiu Palace.
Compared to these bumpkins from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands, Cui Lühua had a broader perspective, having attended the Quanzhen Grand Ceremony at Longhu Mountain
, and naturally recognized Zhao Zhijing.
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.
A person's reputation precedes them; after the news of his assassination attempt on Temujin spread, the sorcerer's fame had become
unparalleled, shaking the world. It could be said that he was already the king of the martial arts world, with Shaolin and Wudang all falling
behind.
Zhao Zhijing walked step by step towards the center of the hall. The people of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands dared not stop him, forcibly
pushing their way through to allow him to pass leisurely.
Boss Wu, as the initiator of this attack on Lingjiu Palace, naturally could not back down now, so he stepped forward and said, "Sect
Leader Zhao, we have no dealings with you, and besides, these wicked women of Lingjiu Palace are not from the righteous path of the martial arts world. Are you
going to protect them?"
Sword God Zhuo Bufan, who had a high opinion of himself, was not convinced by Zhao Zhijing, so he took two steps forward and blocked Zhao Zhijing's
way.
Zhao Zhijing said with a serious expression, "As the leader of the martial arts alliance, I am naturally responsible for my fellow martial artists.
I am aware of your actions. Although Lingjiu Palace's oppression of you has indeed been excessive, your rampage up the mountain,
killing many innocent women, is unjust."
Zhuo Bufan sneered, "Sect Leader Zhao, you're quite imposing. Leader of the martial arts alliance? Does that mean everything in the martial arts world
must be done according to your orders?"
Zhao Zhijing laughed and said calmly, "If that's how it is, do you have a problem with that?"
Zhuo Bufan didn't expect Zhao Zhijing to be so blunt and was speechless for a while before saying, "How domineering, haha.
Brother Buping, Fairy Furong, Sect Leader Zhao is known as the number one martial artist. Why don't we all experience his power to command the world
?"
Although Fairy Furong Cui Lühua and Daoist Buping didn't want any conflict with Zhao Zhijing, they
were on the same side as Zhuo Bufan at this moment, so they had no choice but to step forward.
Cui Lühua thought to herself, "Even if the three of us attack together,
we can't defeat him, but we can at least hold out for a dozen or so moves. At most, I can feign a few rounds of fighting and then pretend to be defeated and retreat. That way, I won't offend him too much."
Zhao Zhijing, seeing this, remained calm and composed, merely extending his index finger and beckoning .
Zhuo Bufan, Buping Daoren, and Cui Lühua were all furious. This was blatant disrespect!
Sword God Zhuo Bufan coldly drew his longsword, channeling his inner energy. A half-foot-long azure sword light immediately appeared on the sword, displaying
his unparalleled swordsmanship. He was a disciple of the One-Word Wisdom Sword Sect. More than twenty years ago, his fellow disciples were all slaughtered by the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny
, and he was the only one who escaped. Later, he obtained an unnamed sword manual from his predecessors, and after years of arduous training, he finally achieved mastery. This
time, he participated in the siege of Lingjiu Palace to seek revenge.
He shouted loudly, and his longsword pierced Zhao Zhijing's vitals like lightning. The speed and ruthlessness of his sword strikes were both
top-notch in the world.
The Unjust Taoist, a master of lightness skill, moved like a ghost, maneuvering and shifting in mid-air to
instantly reach Zhao Zhijing's side and rear, striking out with both palms.
Cui Lühua let out a delicate shout, throwing her throwing knife, already using her signature Hibiscus Flying Knife
technique to restrain him from a distance.
Zhao Zhijing remained calm; these three were trash who even Xu Zhu couldn't defeat in the original story, but in the eyes of the demonic Taoist, they were nothing but
weaklings. He extended his right hand with seemingly slow but actually fast movements, pinching Zhuo Bufan's longsword between his index and middle fingers,
rendering him completely immobile.
The Unjust Taoist struck down from behind with both palms, delighted to see Zhao Zhijing not dodge or evade. However,
when his palms struck the opponent's back, the opponent seemed to sway forward, dissipating most of his palm force. Then, a
powerful recoil surged, sending him flying backward and crashing to the ground.
Finally, there were the flying knives from the Fairy Hibiscus. Zhao Zhijing flicked his left sleeve, and the two knives
reflected back with even greater speed than when they came, striking Cui Lühua, who couldn't dodge in time, in the shoulder and causing her to fall to the ground injured.
Zhuo Bufan's face turned crimson, but his longsword was clamped between his fingers, leaving him unable to advance or retreat. He tried to force out the sword's
light with his internal force, but all his strength vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. The two fingers of the Taoist priest before him were like black holes
, completely annihilating his internal force.
Zhao Zhijing laughed and, with a forceful pull of his two fingers, snapped Zhuo Bufan's steel longsword in two.
Zhuo Bufan, who was pulling backward with all his might, immediately lost his footing and staggered backward.
The sorcerer raised his hand, condensing water into ice, and ice needles shot into Zhuo Bufan's body, demonstrating the power of the Life and Death Talisman
.
Zhuo Bufan's expression changed drastically, and he stammered, "This...this is the Life and Death Talisman!?"
Upon hearing this, even the demons and heretics from the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, including Boss Wu, turned pale, while
the trapped women of Lingjiu Palace looked anxious.
One of the beautiful young women, with delicate features, spoke up, "Sect Leader Zhao, do you know the whereabouts of our master?"
Zhao Zhijing recognized the young woman as Fu Minyi, whom he had met before at Jianhu Palace. He looked around the room and, finding that
no one dared to meet his gaze, sighed, "Senior Tong Lao has passed away."
Upon hearing this, the women of Lingjiu Palace immediately showed sorrow, many even bursting into tears. Boss Wu and his
group, of course, breathed a sigh of relief.
One of the girls shouted, "You Taoist priest, did you harm my master?! I... I will avenge
her!"
Zhao Zhijing shook his head and sighed, "When Senior Tonglao met me, she was already severely injured and near death.
Even with all my strength, I could only prolong her life for a few days so she could make her final arrangements. It was during those few days that
she passed on the Life and Death Talisman to me and hoped that I would take over Lingjiu Palace and resolve this calamity. That's why I
am here."
Seeing the doubt on the faces of many girls, Zhao Zhijing continued, "To be honest, I am already
the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, and..." He had no interest in taking over the Lingjiu Palace, but unwilling to let down the dying Tonglao's entrustment, he had no choice but to agree
. It was also a way of repaying her kindness in teaching him.
At this moment, Fu Minyi said softly, "The old master is extremely stubborn and will never submit to being forced. Since
he knows the Life and Death Talisman, it must have been taught to him willingly by the old master. I'm just afraid... I'm afraid what he said isn't true." Zhao Zhijing turned to face the people of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands and said loudly, " 　　I also know how
to remove the Life and Death Talisman ." 　　Upon hearing this, everyone erupted in applause, each begging the demonic Taoist to remove the Life and Death Talisman from their hands. 　　Zhao Zhijing said solemnly, "Gentlemen, none of you belong to the righteous path of the martial world. Many among you are likely vicious 　　and wicked. If you wish to remove the Life-and-Death Talisman, you must demonstrate to me that you have turned to good. Otherwise, if 　　I save you but inadvertently create a new generation of demons, how can I explain that to my fellow martial artists?" 　　With that, he frowned and shouted, "Trying to leave?" 　　In a flash, he appeared at the entrance of the stone fortress, blocking the escape of the Unjust Daoist and the Fairy Hibiscus 　　. Without a word, he raised both hands, and ice needles shot out, striking the two with the Life-and-Death Talisman. 　　Then, the evil Daoist walked back to the center of the arena as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, " 　　Do you understand my meaning?"

He defeated the combined forces of Zhuo Bufan, Buping Daoren, and Cui Lühua in a single move,
terrifying many restless individuals who were now at a loss for words.
Wu Laoda, as the leader of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands, stepped forward with a stiff upper lip and asked, "Sect Leader Zhao,
we brothers have suffered the torment of the Life and Death Talisman for so many years, living a life worse than death. If this curse could be lifted, we
would do anything. However, you say you want to see us repent and reform; how can we gain your trust?"
At this moment, Fu Minyi interjected, "Sect Leader Zhao, if the old master truly allows you to inherit her mantle and lead the Lingjiu
Palace, then you must not let these traitors who have rebelled and murdered so many of our sisters go unpunished!"
Zhao Zhijing glanced at her and coldly said, "Does Senior Wu consult you before acting
?"
Fu Minyi's face paled; recalling the Tianshan Child Granny's usual sternness and stubbornness, she was speechless.
Zhao Zhijing continued, "If it weren't for Senior Wu's dying request, I wouldn't have wanted to take over Lingjiu Palace at all. However,
considering that Tianshan Tonglao was a grandmaster, it would be a great pity for her to die with regrets. Moreover, Lingjiu Palace and the Thirty
-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands have always been outside the orthodox path of the martial arts world. As the leader of the martial arts alliance, I have a responsibility to guide them onto
the right track. Therefore, that's why I'm here today."
After saying this, he turned around and said in a deep voice to Wu Laoda and his group, "For the next three years, you must receive
the Lingjiu Palace Disciple Festival..." "You are to follow the orders of the Quanzhen Sect. If any wrongdoing reaches my ears
, the Lingjiu Palace disciples may punish you on my behalf, ranging from caning to execution. As long as you abide
by the rules for three years, I will forever free you from the torment of the Life and Death Talisman."
At this moment, a fleeting voice rang out from the crowd: "That sounds nice, but you just want to replace
that old hag Tianshan Tonglao and continue to bully us brothers."
The speaker was hiding in the crowd, and for a moment no one could tell who it was.
Zhao Zhijing smiled coldly, his figure flashed, and he had already flashed into the crowd. With one hand, he grabbed a
short, fat old man and returned to his original position.
"Ah, it's Sang Tugong from Bilin Cave."
"Did he say those words just now?"
A commotion arose in the crowd.
The short, stout Sang Tugong, held high by Zhao Zhijing, couldn't touch the ground with his feet. He struggled and cried out
, "Let me go! Ah... you stinking Taoist... let go of your grandpa... ah..."
Zhao Zhijing shook his head and sighed, saying, "I had good intentions to guide everyone onto the righteous path of martial arts, but there will always be
stubborn fools. Since you don't accept my good intentions, it means you haven't reformed your ways and want to continue
doing evil. In that case, I have no choice but to harden my heart and eliminate evil!"
With that, he waved his hand, and Sang Tugong fell silent, landing stiffly on the ground.
Everyone looked and saw that Sang Tugong was bleeding from his mouth and nose, lifeless, clearly
killed instantly by the internal force that shattered his internal organs.
This Quanzhen Sect leader was so ruthless!
"Brother Wu, Zhuo Bufan, Daoist Buping, and Cui Lühua, you four, as the leaders of this attack on Lingjiu Palace
, each leave behind an arm as an explanation to the disciples of Lingjiu Palace. The rest of you, leave behind a finger
as atonement."
Upon hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, everyone's expression changed.
Zhuo Bufan roared, "You evil Daoist! I would rather die than be insulted by you!"
Daoist Buping and Cui Lühua also stepped forward, their faces filled with rage.
Zhao Zhijing smiled dismissively and said softly, "Then so be it, die!"
With that, he unleashed a palm strike, the violent innate palm force striking Zhuo Bufan, sending
him flying several feet before he crashed to the ground with a thud.
Daoist Buping and Cui Lühua rushed over to help Zhuo Bufan up, only to find that the Sword God was already lifeless.
They were both shocked and furious. The Unjust Taoist stammered, "You...you are so vicious...you..."
Zhao Zhijing scoffed, "Shut up!"
He took a step forward, appearing before them as if shrinking the distance, and struck out with both palms simultaneously. Before
the Unjust Taoist and Cui Lühua could even parry, the demon's palms had already struck their crowns,
killing them instantly.
In the blink of an eye, the three masters were all killed by the demon.
Then he turned his gaze to Boss Wu in the crowd.
Boss Wu's face turned green; he felt as if he were standing naked in the freezing snow,
no matter how many people surrounded him, he felt no sense of security.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, drew his ghost-head saber, and slashed down on his left hand.
A scream rang out, and a bloody arm was severed from his hand. Boss Wu nearly
fainted from the pain, barely managing to stop the bleeding by pressing acupoints on his shoulder. He sat on the ground, completely drained of color.
The others, intimidated by the demon's ruthless killing prowess, followed suit when they saw Elder Wu sever his own arm,
cutting off their little fingers in the process.
Screams filled the air, staining the entire stone fortress crimson with blood, a gruesome sight
.
Zhao Zhijing had completely taken control of the situation. He said in a deep voice, "You may all descend the mountain on your own. Obey my orders for three years
, and your safety will be assured."
After a great commotion, the people from the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands descended Misty Peak. Zhao Zhijing then began
to heal the many female disciples of Lingjiu Palace. Having their lives saved, the Lingjiu Palace disciples now recognized
their new master as their Quanzhen Sect Leader, and they were all extremely respectful.
In the original story, Xu Zhu couldn't adapt to the Lingjiu Palace disciples' service, but Zhao Zhijing, of course, would
n't refuse. These women, who had grown up on Misty Peak, were accustomed to this kind of life,
so the demon wouldn't force any politeness.
After finishing the affairs of Lingjiu Palace and tidying up, it was evening. At this moment, four
identical girls walked over—quadruplets!
Ah, these must be the four maids, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum.
All four girls were around eighteen years old, with long black hair, oval faces, and eyes as clear as lacquer, exceptionally beautiful.
Most remarkably, their faces were exactly the same, and even their figures were indistinguishable. The only way to tell them apart was by the color of their clothes
.
The four women, dressed in light red, moon white, light green, and light yellow respectively, perfectly embodied the elegance of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums.
Mei Jian, dressed in red, bowed respectfully to Zhao Zhijing, saying, "Master, my name is Mei Jian, and
these three sisters are Lan Jian, Zhu Jian, and Ju Jian. We four usually serve you in your daily life."
Zhao Zhijing nodded, saying, "You don't need to be so formal. I'm outwardly strict but inwardly relaxed, and I'm always
easy to talk to those around me."
The four women bowed simultaneously, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Master."
Zhao Zhijing accepted their greetings and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Mei Jian, seemingly the eldest among the four, spoke up, "Master, dinner is ready. Would you like
to eat now?"
Zhao Zhijing smiled and nodded, then was led by the four women to the dining room.
Passing through a long corridor, they arrived at the dining hall, where a large round table was already laden with fragrant dishes.
There were more than ten dishes in total, all beautifully presented and delicious.
Fu Minyi stood gracefully to the side, curtsied to Zhao Zhijing, and said respectfully, "Master, my
skills are limited; I don't know if the dishes will suit your taste."
Mei Jian, standing nearby, explained, "Sister Fu Minyi is the most skillful hand in the palace; her cooking and needlework are both top-notch
. The old master always loved her cooking."
Zhao Zhijing exclaimed, "It smells wonderful! It must have been hard work for you to prepare such a feast in such a short time."
He then sat in the main seat and said, "You've all never eaten before, have you? Please sit down." "Come down and eat with us."
The maids quickly declined, with Fu Minyi saying, "Master, how can we servants
eat at the same table as you?"
Zhao Zhijing replied, "I don't have so many rules, and besides, with so many dishes, how can I eat them all by myself
?"
The maids still refused, so Zhao Zhijing put on a stern face and said, "Now I order you to sit down and eat with me
, understand?"
Fu Minyi, Mei Lanzhu, and Ju had no choice but to thank him again before quietly sitting down around the round table,
looking at Zhao Zhijing.
The Taoist priest took the lead in picking up food and began to eat. Seeing this, the girls followed suit.
During the meal, the Taoist priest would occasionally pick up food for the girls, making them feel flattered and forcing them to stand up several times
to thank him, which amused the Taoist priest.
After the meal, Fu Minyi cleared away the dishes.
Mei Jian bowed and said, "Master, we have prepared hot water. Let us sisters serve you as you bathe."
Zhao Zhijing, naturally, wouldn't refuse such a stroke of good fortune like that fool Xu Zhu, so he nodded and said, "Alright,
let's go wash up."
The group of five then arrived at the bathing area.
It was a hot spring!
It turned out that there was geothermal activity on the snowy peaks of Tianshan. When Tianshan Tonglao built the Lingjiu Palace, she
introduced water from a hot spring and built a hot spring pool inside the palace.
The pool was several meters long and wide, shallow on all sides and deep in the middle, with just the right temperature and steaming hot.
Soaking in a hot spring on this cold snowy mountain was a great pleasure, not to mention having beautiful girls serving you. The
quadruplets, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, surrounded Zhao Zhijing, working together to undress the man. When they took off
his pants, a soft, drooping maggot was visible, and all four girls blushed.
There were never any men in Lingjiu Palace, but girls of a certain age would inevitably become curious about the opposite sex.
These four girls relied on bits and pieces of information they'd overheard from their older female disciples to indulge in wild fantasies, but they
never dared to tell anyone about their thoughts.
Now, suddenly seeing the real thing, they were immediately struck by how far the man's manhood had exceeded their expectations—it was somewhat ugly
, yet...it made their hearts race.
Zhao Zhijing laughed heartily and stepped into the hot spring to soak.
Mei, Lan, Ju, and Zhu waited beside him, intending to help him dress after he finished bathing.
Zhao Zhijing said, "You girls, don't just wait around. The water is so comfortable, come in and bathe with us."
The four girls blushed at his words. Mei Jian respectfully replied, "Master is heaven, and we servants are earth.
How can we bathe together? Our old master doesn't allow anyone else into this pool, saying we'll dirty it."
Zhao Zhijing laughed and said, "Nonsense! You all smell so good, how could you dirty it?
Quickly take off your clothes and come down, and while you're at it, scrub me."
The female disciples of Lingjiu Palace were extremely obedient; once they recognized the demonic Taoist as their master, they dared not
disobey in the slightest.
Seeing this, the four girls had no choice but to obediently take off their clothes and enter the pool.
Zhao Zhijing's eyes widened. The four sisters had snow-white skin, firm breasts, slender waists, and full, round buttocks.
Most remarkably, their figures were exactly the same; he couldn't tell them apart.
Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju sat around Zhao Zhijing, their faces flushed and heads bowed. The water at their spot on the bank
just reached their chests, and through the water, their snow-white skin and jade-like breasts were faintly visible, creating a unique and alluring scene.
The sorcerer sighed, "Once you take off your clothes, I'm afraid no one in the world will be able to tell you apart."
But then the girl on the far left said, "It's not that no one will be able to tell you apart."
Then the girl next to her nudged her, saying urgently, "Ju Jian, you can't say it!"
Ju Jian was nominally the youngest of the four girls. Zhao Zhijing then asked with a smile, "Oh, so you're
Ju Jian. Quickly tell me, how can I tell you apart after you're naked?"
Ju Jian looked at the other three girls with some fear and said, "Master..." "This servant dares not speak."
Zhao Zhijing said sternly, "Speak when your master tells you to. If those three dare to obstruct you, your master will spank them
."
Ju Jian blushed and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "It's...it's about looking at buttocks..."
Zhao Zhijing was taken aback at first, then laughed and said, "Is that so? Tell me quickly how you see it?
Come, Ju Jian, lie down and lift your buttocks so I can see."
Ju Jian's pretty face turned red, but she dared not disobey the order, so she obediently lay down by the pool, facing the man with her buttocks
.
Now Zhao Zhijing saw it. On the girl's fair and delicate buttocks, there was a
tiny "Ju" character written on it.
"When we were little, our old master couldn't tell us apart, so he came up with this method and
made a mark on us in that spot... in that spot..."
Zhao Zhijing suddenly became interested and instructed the other three girls to lie down in the same position.
So, the quadruplets of beauties awkwardly lay side by side on the edge of the pool, presenting their identical, pert, round buttocks
to the man.
Sure enough, there were also words written on the buttocks of the other three girls: Plum, Orchid, and Bamboo.
"Haha, you can't tell them apart by their faces, but you can tell them apart by their buttocks."
The demon found it amusing and casually slapped each of the four girls' snowy buttocks
, causing them to scream in surprise.
They turned around, not caring that their beautiful, snowy breasts were now fully exposed to the man. Mei Jian bowed
and said, "Master, have we four servants failed to serve you properly and made you angry?"
As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and the other three girls all looked nervous.
Zhao Zhijing asked curiously, "Why do you say that? I'm quite satisfied."
Mei Jian said, "Then... then why did Master punish us by spanking us?"
Zhao Zhijing was immediately at a loss for words. These four maids had never been in contact with men and had no knowledge of bedroom matters.
They had no idea how alluring it was to have four identical, snow-white buttocks side by side. Would
a man not give them a spanking?
He comforted them, "Nonsense, it's because your buttocks are so beautiful that I couldn't resist
touching their elasticity."
Upon hearing this, the four maids, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, blushed immediately, their almost tearful expressions turning into shy and charming
looks.
Mei Jian quickly changed the subject, "Master, shall we sisters scrub your back?"
Zhao Zhijing naturally nodded in agreement.
So, the four maids took out towels, surrounded the Taoist priest, and began to scrub him.
"Ouch!"
Lan Jian, who was scrubbing his waist, exclaimed in surprise.
Mei Jian frowned and said softly, "Lan Jian, what are you yelling about? What punishment will you receive if you disturb your master?"
Lan Jian quickly explained, "I didn't mean to, it's just... there's something hard in the water,
like a stick!"
Zhu Jian, who was washing the man's shoulders nearby, said, "How could there be a stick in this pool? Let me feel it."
With that, she also reached into the water, and her expression changed immediately. She exclaimed, "Oh dear, there really is
a stick!"
Mei Jian and Ju Jian, hearing this, both half-believing and half-doubting, reached into the water and indeed felt something hard
.
Zhao Zhijing felt four small hands touching his penis, which felt very comfortable, so he laughed and stood
up.
His erect penis, already aroused by the naked quadruplets, also surfaced,
thick and long, like a large, purplish-red iron rod.
The four maids, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, stared dumbfounded at the man's phallus, utterly shocked and speechless
.
Zhao Zhijing smiled smugly and ordered, "You all stand up and properly wash me."
Hearing this, the four women blushed and stepped out of the water, their four pairs of C-cup breasts
swaying before the demon's eyes.
They picked up the soap and were about to continue washing the man with towels
when they heard Zhao Zhijing say, "No need for towels, just use your bodies to wash me."
The four women felt their minds go blank, completely unsure what to do.
Zhao Zhijing chuckled lewdly, snatched the soap from Mei Jian's hand, and amidst the girl's gasps
, haphazardly smeared it on her breasts, filling them with foam. He then said, "You can use your breasts instead of a towel to
wash my back."
Mei Jian's ears turned red, and she stammered, "This...how can this be..."
Zhao Zhijing snorted, "What's wrong? Don't you listen to me?"
Mei Jian shuddered, bowing deeply and apologizing, "This servant...this servant wouldn't dare."
"Then come on, your breasts are quite large, hehe, it must feel good to wash them."
Mei Jian had no choice but to press her breasts against the man's back, slowly moving her body up and down,
rubbing Zhao Zhijing's back.
However, she was a virgin, and such close contact with a man's skin was undoubtedly too stimulating. After only a few strokes
, she trembled all over, almost collapsing.
Zhao Zhijing chuckled, "It seems there are two hard little bumps rubbing against my back, hehe, Mei
Jian, your body is quite sensitive."
He then instructed the other three women, "Don't just stand there, come over here like Mei Jian and
scrub me in the back."
The three women, naturally not daring to disobey, blushed and applied soap to their breasts before surrounding him
.
The four of them completely enveloped Zhao Zhijing, two in the back and two in the front, their four pairs of full, snow-white
breasts pressing against the demon's chest and back, constantly squeezing and rubbing.
Soon, his body was covered in foam, and he groaned with pleasure.
"Alright, your bodies are almost washed, but my lower body needs washing too."
"Master, how... how should we wash this thing from the Southern Kingdom?"
"Hehe, I'll naturally teach you four."
A moment later, Mei Jian returned with a bottle, bowing and saying, "Master, the snow water you requested has been retrieved
."
Lingjiu Palace was built on a snow mountain, so getting snow water was easy.
Zhao Zhijing lewdly nodded and said, "Then let's begin, according to the method I just taught you."
At this moment, he had already left the pool, hands on his hips, legs spread apart, standing on the rocks on the shore.
Four identical beautiful girls squatted around him, three in front of him, namely Mei, Lan, and Zhu
, while Ju Jian squatted behind him alone.
Mei Jian first took a sip of snow water, held it in her mouth, then grasped the man's penis, opened her small mouth
and took the glans in, slowly swallowing it, letting half of the penis soak in the cold snow water.
Lan Jian and Zhu Jian lowered their heads, took a sip of hot spring water, held it in their mouths, and then kissed Zhao with their lips, one on each side.
Warm pool water flowed continuously from Zhao Zhijing's small mouth to the base of his penis.
The front half was icy cold, while the back half was warm, creating an incredibly stimulating sensation. Behind him, Ju Jian drank some snow water and then extended her fragrant tongue 　　to lick
Zhao Zhijing's anus and perineum . The cool little tongue licking his sensitive areas sent shivers of pleasure through him. 　　After a while, the cold and hot alternated, with Mei Jian sucking on the glans with hot water, while Lan Jian and Zhu Jian 　　licked the base of his penis from left and right with snow water. 　　Zhao Zhijing was incredibly excited, thinking to himself, "I've played with alternating ice and fire before, but this half-ice- 　　fire technique is a first! Haha, I'm a genius! Even making women play the flute is innovative! Haha, so satisfying!" 　　The four maids, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, had always lived by the principle of obeying their master's orders. 　　Although serving a man in this way was shameful, they still did their best to please their master. 　　"So good, ha... ha... Mei, Lan, Zhu, Ju, will you let your master take your bodies?" 　　Mei Jian spat out the penis, her face flushed with embarrassment, and whispered, "We four sisters originally belonged to our master. If our master 　　wants us to live, we will live; if our master wants us to die, we will die. Whatever our master wants, we sisters will never 　　disobey." 　　Zhao Zhijing, that scoundrel, couldn't help but be moved by these words, and his penis twitched with emotion. 　　He said softly, "Then are you willing?" 　　Mei Jian dared not speak, but nodded gently. 　　Zhao Zhijing looked at the other three women one by one, and Lan, Zhu, and Ju all nodded in agreement with flushed faces. 　　"It's cold, let's go back to the hot spring. You four, just like before, lie on the edge of the pool and stick your buttocks up 　　." 　　So, the four identical beautiful girls crawled back into the hot spring, and as the man instructed, lay side by side with 　　their buttocks sticking up. The four white, beautiful buttocks pressed together created a dreamlike scene. 　　The sorcerer jumped back into the hot spring, identifying each girl by the boy on his buttocks. He discovered they were 　　arranged from left to right in the order of plum blossom, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, and couldn't help but laugh, "Since that's the case, then I 　　'll fuck them one by one in that order, hahaha." 　　He walked behind Mei Jian, placed his hands on the girl's slender waist, and immediately brought his penis to 　　the virgin crevice between her legs. Then, with a thrust of his hips, his large penis broke through her. 　　Mei Jian trembled, letting out a 　　muffled groan, her pretty face contorting in pain. The other three girls, perhaps out of sisterly sympathy, trembled slightly at the sight, their faces showing fear. 　　Zhao Zhijing knew he was about to break four girls in quick succession and couldn't delay, so he didn't linger. His penis 　　forced its way through the girls' virgin holes, immediately touching the thin hymen. 　　Then, without stopping, he thrust again, his iron-like penis piercing through this 　　symbol of purity, reaching deep inside. 　　Mei Jian let out a mournful cry, her face turning pale, her whole body trembling with pain. 　　Lan Jian, standing beside her, quickly grabbed Mei Jian's arm, asking, "Sister, does it hurt? Can you bear it?" 　　Mei Jian endured the excruciating pain, took a breath, and forced a smile, saying, "It's alright, Master wants our bodies... ah 　　... ah... it's our... ah... blessing. Lan Jian, why are you so nervous... ah... ah..." 　　Zhao Zhijing thrust in and out haphazardly a few times, then pulled his penis out, took a step to the right, and was 　　behind Lan Jian. 　　He whispered, "Lan Jian, it's your turn." 　　Lan Jian's body trembled, suppressing her panic as she respectfully said, "Yes, Master... please... please... please... enjoy yourself 　　..." 　　She repeated "please" several times, unable to think of anything else to say, finally only managing to say "please enjoy yourself," a truly laughable situation 　　. 　　Zhao Zhijing slapped Lan Jian's buttocks with a loud crack, then pressed down on her slender waist and thrust his penis inside. 　　And so, the sorcerer deflowered the beautiful quadruplets, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, one by one, until the last Ju 　　sword was used, his large penis already stained with virgin blood. 　　He sat down in the hot spring, letting the water wash away the blood, and then said, "Come ashore together, let me 　　enjoy your bodies." 　　While Zhao Zhijing was indulging in his pleasure, the person who held the highest power deep within the Song Dynasty palace was reviewing his 　　intelligence. 　　Emperor Lizong of Song, Zhao Yun, smiled as he looked at the secret memorial in his hand. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "First, you thwarted the Mongol 　　plot, then you killed that devil Temujin! A steed of a thousand miles, haha, truly worthy of being the steed of my Zhao family!" 　　After reading for a while, he asked his trusted confidants, "Haven't you found Zhao Zhijing's whereabouts yet?" 　　A eunuch-looking man beside him cautiously replied, "Because he disappeared on the Mongolian grasslands, our 　　intelligence resources are limited, so... so it will take some more time." 　　Then, seeing the emperor frown, he quickly added, "But... but Master Zhao is highly skilled in martial arts, brave and chivalrous 　　, he will surely be blessed with good fortune, please rest assured, Your Majesty." 　　Emperor Lizong snorted lightly and said, "You must keep your mouths shut about this matter. If it leaks out, 　　you dog slaves can go and cut off your own heads!" 　　At this moment, a message came from outside the door, saying that Crown Prince Zhao Qi was coming to pay his respects. 　　Emperor Lizong of Song looked displeased and waved his hand, saying, "He's gone. He said I need to rest and told him to go back on his own." 　　After saying that, he snorted and muttered to himself, "A fool actually wants to inherit the throne. Isn't that ridiculous? 　　There was no way to deal with it before, but now... humph..." 　　Not long after, in the Jia Mansion in Lin'an, the powerful minister Jia Sidao and several of his subordinates sat in a secret room having a detailed conversation. 　　Jia Sidao said in a deep voice, "News has come from the palace; the Crown Prince failed to see the Emperor again this time." 　　One of his subordinates said, "In that case, there might really be a problem. Why would the Emperor 　　refuse to see the Crown Prince repeatedly in the past?" 　　Jia Sidao frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's just that Zhao Qi has long been firmly established as Crown Prince. 　　Although the Emperor isn't entirely satisfied, he has always tacitly accepted it. There's no reason for him to suddenly change his mind now. Besides, 　　there are no other male heirs left in the imperial clan." 　　At this moment, another subordinate said, "Prime Minister, I've noticed something recently." 　　Jia Sidao waved his hand impatiently, "Speak, don't beat around the bush."

"Yes, I've heard from the palace that the Emperor has recently ordered an investigation into a
Taoist named Zhao Zhijing. He's... he's the one who supposedly assassinated Temujin."
Jia Sidao narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Zhao Zhijing, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect? Why is the Emperor investigating him?"
Unaware that he was slowly being drawn into the center of a vortex, Zhao Zhijing was currently enjoying himself immensely. The quadruplets, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju,
were piled naked on top of each other like a human pyramid.
A cloth was laid on the bluestone floor beside the hot spring, with the eldest sister, Mei Jian, lying on her back at the bottom. Lan Jian was on
top of Mei Jian, their bodies pressed tightly together. Zhu Jian lay on her back, her head resting on Lan Jian's smooth back, her legs spread just wide enough
to touch the ground. The youngest sister, Ju Jian, was on top, her legs dangling in the air, her body pressed against
Zhu Jian's.
The four girls' vaginas were positioned two above and two below, pressed together, their four delicate, snow-white
bodies, still glistening with moisture, fully displayed before the man's eyes. The four blooming orifices beckoned him to explore.
The wicked Taoist priest sat behind the four sisters, his large penis freely moving in and out of their newly deflowered vaginas.
He couldn't distinguish one from another; he would thrust in and out, then pull out, moving it slightly up or down to
insert into another vagina, beginning another round of pleasurable thrusting.
Whether intentionally trying to please them or if the quadruplets truly had a telepathic connection,
when one girl cried out during penetration, the other three would moan in unison. Four similar, soft, seductive voices
whispered and panted in Zhao Zhijing's ear, like a harmonious symphony.
Finally, the wicked Taoist priest made the four girls kneel side by side, their faces close together, and then ejaculated his hot semen
onto their four identical pretty faces.
Zhao Zhijing stayed at Lingjiu Palace for three days, taking the opportunity to memorize the martial arts techniques inscribed on the stone wall. Even if he didn't practice them himself,
he could still use them as favors.
On the third night, Zhao Zhijing sat naked in a chair,
surrounded by his four maids, Mei, Lan, Ju, and Zhu, who were also completely naked. They massaged his hands and feet, their eight delicate white hands roaming over the demonic Taoist's body
.
A tea table nearby held drinks and fruits, allowing the demonic Taoist to eat and drink as he pleased while enjoying the massages from the beauties.
A beautiful young woman knelt between the demonic Taoist's legs, also naked, and was
licking and sucking his penis. This was none other than Fu Minyi, the most skilled hand in Lingjiu Palace.
But then Zhao Zhijing sighed comfortably and said, "Fu Minyi, you are indeed sensible. You
came to offer yourself on the first night, and these past few days you've been willing to do anything I ask. I am a considerate person. Tomorrow,
after I leave with these four girls, Lingjiu Palace will be under your management. I will teach you part of the Life and Death Talisman incantation later."
Fu Minyi's face lit up with joy. She swallowed and spit a few times with great effort, saying indistinctly, "Thank... thank you, Master
... ooh... ooh..."
But she felt the large glans in her mouth begin to throb, knowing that the man was about to ejaculate.
"Ooh... Master... shoot... shoot it into me... Minyi... Minyi will definitely drink it all this time
... ooh... ah ah..."
Zhao Zhijing, however, felt a wicked urge. He suddenly pulled out his penis and then stroked it
a few times towards the plate of fruit next to him. A large amount of white, cloudy semen shot onto the fruit on the plate.
He looked at the dumbfounded Fu Minyi and lewdly said, "Master has bestowed this plate of fruit upon you. Eat up."
Fu Minyi took the fruit plate, saw that several slices of watermelon were covered in white semen, picked them up, frowned, and
actually forced herself to slowly eat them.
Seeing this, the four girls, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, also picked up grapes, pears, and other fruits covered in semen and began to eat them.
But just by looking at the five girls' constantly furrowed brows, one could tell that the taste of the semen salad dressing combined with the fruit
was truly strange.
Zhao Zhijing became even more smug and laughed, "When your master bestows gifts upon you, how should you thank me?"
Fu Minyi and the four women, Mei Lan Zhu Ju, exchanged glances, then stood up and bowed side by side, saying sweetly, "Thank you for your great favor, Master
!"
Zhao Zhijing laughed heartily, straightened up, and said with a lewd smile, "No, it should be thanking your master for his semen,
haha. Come, you five, lie down one after another, let me see your buttocks."
There was nothing left to do in Xixia, so he had to return to the Central Plains with Wang Yuyan. He wondered
what the attitude of Li Qiushui and Li Qinglu, this lewd grandmother and granddaughter, was. He felt that they seemed too polite, and probably had ulterior
motives.
At this moment, the five maids had already lay down as instructed, with Fu Minyi in the middle, and Mei Lan Zhu Ju on both sides, their
five white, plump, round buttocks facing the demon.
Zhao Zhijing was in high spirits and casually inserted his penis into one of the women's vaginas. Suddenly, he remembered
the popular song "About in Winter" by Qi Qin, which was popular in modern society, and couldn't help but sing softly as he inserted it: "Gently, let me insert it,
swimming around in your hole, you say harder, I'll harder, darling, don't cry for me..."

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