Asura Tribulation (Complete) - 9

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[Episode 4 , Chapter 2: Yanzhou Prison]
Hongdie lay dejectedly on the ground, unsure how she could endure the ordeal.
Seven days had passed since she entered the prison, during which she had suffered daily torture at the hands of those two inhuman female inmates.
The first day's beatings, like bamboo shoots stir-fried with meat, left her buttocks red and swollen, resembling a monkey's bottom. Even when she remained completely still, the pain was excruciating, like being cut with a knife. Although the pain had subsided, the swelling still prevented her from lying on her back.
After the bamboo shoot beatings, her fingers were bound. Thin wooden sticks were threaded through ropes, looped around her fingers, and then tightened forcefully—a pain so intense it was almost unbearable.
There was also waterboarding, the tiger bench, hanging upside down, and many other forms of torture. Several times, Hongdie thought she would die from the agony.
Yesterday, those two wicked women even used a torture device, two long nanmu sticks clamping down on her swollen breasts, squeezing so hard that Hongdie felt dizzy and saw stars, eventually fainting from the pain.
Fortunately, aside from the torture, Hongdie wasn't humiliated.
Qian Bin hadn't appeared since her first day in the cell, but from the few words the two women spoke, Hongdie knew that if she didn't confess, she would likely be humiliated.
Hongdie still gritted her teeth and endured the torment, refusing to confess, because even the most painful ordeal could save her life; unless she didn't want to die, she would have to endure it.
The torture continued, and Hongdie increasingly lost faith in enduring it, especially when her attempts to send out telepathic messages for help were invariably met with silence, like stones sinking into the sea.
She had considered speaking to Meiji, but Li Xiangdong hadn't taught her the incantation to communicate with Meiji, so she had no way to begin.
Now it seems there's only one hope left: Li Xiangdong must speak up, or use that unbelievable teleportation ability. If he sees her trapped in prison, he'll try to find out, and then there'll be a chance to escape.
Hearing the sound of the cell door opening, Hongdie knew it was time for her torment again.
"Will you talk or not?" Sure enough, two vicious prison women entered.
"...No!" After struggling several times, Hongdie managed to utter this simple, chilling word, for it always signified the beginning of suffering.
"You don't know what's good for you!" one of the prison women cursed, grabbing Hongdie by her disheveled hair and pulling her up from the ground. The other prison woman pried open her cherry-like mouth and forced something into it.
It was a wooden gag! Perhaps for convenience, they'd been using this thing all the time lately.
The gag was actually a piece of slightly dirty and smelly rotten wood, shaped like an egg but much larger. Red Butterfly's cherry-like mouth couldn't hold it. Stuffed into her mouth, it pressed down on her tongue, causing excruciating pain in her jaws, naturally rendering her unable to make a sound.
Like a gag and tongue clamp, the gag bore many teeth marks, including Red Butterfly's, because the suffering was unbearable, forcing her to bite relentlessly. The thought of how many prisoners had bitten these things made her nauseous.
Of the three silencing devices, the tongue clamp was the cruelest. It was a strange wooden clamp used to clamp the base of the tongue, with a wooden strip attached to it simultaneously opening the mouth. When used, the prison women would pull out the tongue, causing unbearable pain. Even after being released, the tongue remained numb, unable to utter a sound.
After her mouth was gagged, two prison women, as usual, carried Red Butterfly into the torture chamber, just like yesterday, binding her hands together with ropes and suspending her in mid-air, forcing her to support herself only on her toes.
"Ah... Ah...!" Seeing the blazing fire pit in the corner of the torture chamber, with two branding irons on it, Red Butterfly couldn't help but scream in terror.
"You know your stuff!" A prison woman picked up one of the branding irons, walked up to Red Butterfly, and sneered, "These things are all new. They were originally intended to serve that adulterous woman who killed her husband, but before they were even finished, she obediently spoke up, and you can have a taste."
"Which one is 'cheap,' and this one is 'lustful.' Which one should we use?" Another prison woman picked up the remaining branding iron and asked.
"This slut is both lustful and cheap, so naturally one side is lustful and the other is cheap," the prison woman said cruelly.
Seeing the word "cheap" cast upside down on the end of the branding iron in the prison woman's hand, Red Butterfly could easily guess that the other branding iron was cast with the word "lustful," and she screamed incessantly in fear.
"Her face was so fair and tender; after branding these two words on it, it will become a complete mess." Another prison woman stepped forward, branding the iron in front of Hongdie's eyes.
"Her face isn't good," the woman holding the character for "cheap" shook her head. "People will know what we've done just by looking at her." "
Then how about her breasts? These breasts are round and big; we can brand them with more characters." Another prison woman tore open Hongdie's frayed clothes.
"Ah...!" Hongdie shook her head frantically, her throat filled with mournful cries, as if she wanted to say something.
"It's your own fault for being cheap; don't blame us." The prison woman grasped Hongdie's heavy breasts and raised the iron.
"Wait!" Qian Bin, who had been absent for a long time, suddenly appeared and shouted, "The iron will tear her skin apart; that won't look good." "
Boss, this cheap woman is very stubborn and won't say a word. We're not being lazy; it's just that the three elders are pressuring us too much. Otherwise, we wouldn't be using these two things." "The jailer explained.
'Are you really not going to talk?' Qian Bin dug out the wooden ball that had been plugging your mouth and asked.
'...I...I'll die whether I talk or not, so why should I talk!' Hongdie cried out.
'They might not kill you. If you talk, at least you won't suffer.' Qian Bin stared intently at Hongdie's bare chest.
'If they promise to let me leave alive, I...' Hongdie said anxiously. As long as she could escape, she didn't care about revealing the secrets of the Asura Demon Sect. However, thinking of the Yuanming Heart Lamp that Li Xiangdong had mentioned, she couldn't help but feel uneasy, unsure whether she should continue.
'You have committed a heinous crime. How can you just release me like that? I heard they've discussed it. If you speak, you'll remain imprisoned here until the sect leader returns, at which point a decision will be made.' Qian Bin shook his head.
'No, I'm innocent! I'm not guilty!'" "Red Butterfly cried out hastily, thinking to herself that if she were to reveal everything and then be left in mortal danger, it wouldn't be worth it.
"Boss, brand her with the word 'lewd' first, and see if she'll talk." The prison woman raised the branding iron, threatening her.
"No... I..." Red Butterfly screamed.
"What? Do you want to talk?" Qian Bin asked with a smile.
"I..." Meeting Qian Bin's lustful gaze, Red Butterfly's heart stirred, and she said, "I... I can only talk to you alone." "
Me?" Qian Bin's eyes darted around, and he waved his hand, saying, "You two leave."
The two prison women gave Red Butterfly a disdainful look and left the torture chamber.
"They're gone, what do you want to say?" Qian Bin asked.
"As long as you don't make things difficult for me anymore, you... you can do whatever you want." Red Butterfly blushed and lowered her head.
"What do I want?" Qian Bin chuckled, holding Hongdie's slender waist.
"You...you want to touch me?" Hongdie whispered.
"Is that so?" Qian Bin kneaded Hongdie's breasts.
"If you like, you can touch them every day," Hongdie said, forcing back her shame. Although she was promiscuous, she came from a prestigious family and wasn't used to fawning over strange men.
"What's the big deal about touching breasts? Haven't I touched them enough?" Qian Bin sneered.
"And...and down there," Hongdie said, blushing.
"I've touched you too!" Qian Bin moved his hand down, slipping it under her skirt and groping, saying, "Did I make you feel good that day?" "
Yes...ouch!" Hongdie answered shyly, then cried out, as Qian Bin had forced his fingers into her cleft.
"Have you ever given birth?" Qian Bin asked, digging vigorously.
"No...please be gentle..." Hongdie cried out.
"Don't you like me touching you? Why are you so dry?" Qian Bin said listlessly, pulling his fingers out and wiping Hongdie's body.
"No...no, but you hurt me," Hongdie pleaded.
"Do you often ask men to touch you?" Qian Bin said with a smirk.
"No..." "I didn't!" Hongdie cried out urgently. In truth, besides Li Xiangdong and the deceased Yu Li, she hadn't touched any other men.
"I've already touched you, now you'll talk?" Qian Bin chuckled lewdly, as if this was Hongdie's condition for confessing.
"You...you want me to serve you?" Hongdie mustered her courage, willing to offer herself to this despicable man to avoid torture.
"Is your cunt itchy?" Qian Bin lewdly asked.
"Yes...yes," Hongdie said shyly. "
Agou said you moan very loudly, is that right?" Qian Bin said, his eyes narrowing.
"If you like, I'll moan," Hongdie said, her ears burning red. "
This is a prison cell, it's better not to moan," Qian Bin laughed, shoving the wooden ball back into Hongdie's mouth, then pulling down his pants and pulling out his erect, tongue-out penis.
Hongdie was taken aback by Qian Bin's sudden action. She didn't even have time to tell him to let go. Stealing a glance, she saw that his penis was only of average size, far inferior to Li Xiangdong's robust and large one, which made her feel a little better. She figured it wouldn't be difficult to handle.
"Do you like this big thing?" Qian Bin asked, peeling off Hongdie's skirt.
Hongdie couldn't speak, only nodding repeatedly. She thought to herself that he was truly a frog in a well, unaware that compared to Li Xiangdong, he was nothing.
"Then I'll give you a taste of your own medicine!" Qian Bin nodded and smiled, grabbing one of Hongdie's pink legs and thrusting his hips down towards her split vulva.
"Oh...!" Hongdie cried out, beads of sweat appearing on her nose. Her desire hadn't been aroused, yet Qian Bin was still forcing himself on her. The friction of his penis against her tender vulva naturally caused pain.
"So dry!" Qian Bin realized he had only gone in a little bit before he couldn't go any further. Dissatisfied, he pulled out, spat into his palm, smeared it on his penis, and then thrust in again.
This time it was much smoother; his penis went all the way in, making Qian Bin shout with delight. He cupped Hongdie's pink buttocks in his hands and shook them vigorously, thrusting in and out with great enthusiasm.
Hongdie was left standing on one leg, most of her weight concentrated on her jade wrist hanging above her head. The pain made her break out in a cold sweat; she could only try to steady her swaying body and ease the pain in her hand.
After dozens of thrusts, her tight passage became much wetter, allowing Qian Bin even more freedom of movement. He felt increasingly excited; suddenly, his glans went numb, and an indescribable pleasure surged to his head. He couldn't help but let out a series of strange cries, thrusting wildly a few more times before ejaculating profusely.
Just as Hongdie was starting to feel something, she realized Qian Bin had already given up. She gritted her teeth, missing Li Xiangdong even more.
Qian Bin leaned against Hongdie for a while, and after his shriveled penis slipped out, he tore off Hongdie's loose bra, wiped the filth from his penis, and then put on his pants.
Hongdie stood naked on the ground, turbid fluid dripping from her thighs, sticky and uncomfortable. She felt both ashamed and angry, and couldn't help but moan softly.
"Is it beautiful?" Qian Bin asked, removing the wooden ball from Hongdie's mouth.
"...Put me down!" Hongdie gasped, thinking that once Qian Bin had satisfied his pent-up desire, she could finally escape her torment.
"Have you had enough?" Qian Bin continued, oblivious to the situation.
"Let me...Let me go!" Hongdie screamed.
"You've had enough fun, now you should talk," Qian Bin chuckled.
"What?!" Red Butterfly cried out, her voice a mixture of grief and indignation. "You promised me!"
"What did I promise?" Qian Bin sneered.
"You...!" Red Butterfly thought for a moment; Qian Bin really hadn't promised anything. She swallowed her anger and said, "You promised... to let me serve you, and then you'd forgive me."
"When will you serve me?" Qian Bin chuckled maliciously. "It should be said that I'll serve you, and make you happy!"
"Then let me... let me serve you, please stop making things difficult for me!" Red Butterfly was truly speechless, forced to suppress her bitterness, pleadingly.
"As long as you answer the three elders' questions truthfully, I won't make things difficult for you, and I can even serve you," Qian Bin said with a grin. "
Who wants you to serve me? You useless coward, I hate you to death!" "Red Butterfly finally couldn't suppress her rage and lost her temper, cursing wildly.
'You slut, are you out of your mind!' Qian Bin slapped her across the face, his expression changing.
'Ouch...!' Red Butterfly cried out in pain, her mind clearing. Realizing she had caused trouble, she cried out, 'It's...it's my fault, please forgive me, sir.' '
Begging for forgiveness now? Too late!' Qian Bin sneered and turned to leave angrily.
'Don't go...I know I was wrong...Sir...!' Red Butterfly cried out in fear, realizing the danger.
Qian Bin ignored her and walked out without looking back. Not long after, two jailers returned.
'You wicked slut, you've angered Lord Qian. This time you're in for some fun,' one of the jailers said gleefully."
"I can't believe there's such a shameless whore in this world! Seducing the officers in prison, not only can't you satisfy your own lust, but you also have the audacity to gossip! Don't you know shame?" Another prison woman slapped Hongdie across the face, angrily berating her.
"If she knew shame, how could she have been with a lover before marriage, and now that he's dead, she's seducing other men!" the prison woman mocked.
"No... I didn't!" Hongdie cried out in a fit of rage and shame, "He raped me!" "
Raped?" the prison woman spat, her voice choked with rage, "We heard it all outside. Good brother, do you want to touch me?"
"Yes, this little slut's cunt is itching!" another prison woman chimed in.
Hongdie, realizing they had actually heard her, was overcome with shame and grief, bursting into tears.
"What are you yelling about? Save your energy for later!" the prison woman cursed.
"Will she still be able to moan later?" another prison woman sneered.
"No wonder the three elders won't spare a harlot like her. If she were alive, she'd harm countless people." another prison woman said with a mocking laugh.
"If you ask me, we should just kill her after she confesses. Even if the chief constable says otherwise, we can't spare her." another prison woman said resentfully.
Hongdie felt a chill run down her spine. It seemed her prediction was correct; even if the three elders got a confession, they wouldn't let her live.
Amidst the two prison women's sarcastic remarks, Qian Bin appeared outside the door. With a wave of his hand, they untied Hongdie.
"What are you doing? What are you going to do?" Knowing she was about to suffer again, Hongdie struggled desperately, but she was no match for these two strong, wicked women and suffered several more slaps.
The two jailers, carrying the wailing Hongdie, followed Qian Bin through a winding alley, past a newly opened iron gate, and into a large, foul-smelling cell.
Against the wall were several small cages, each containing several burly men with heavy shackles, resembling wild beasts—all hardened criminals.
"They're all death row inmates, just waiting for the official documents to arrive before being taken to the execution ground. You stay here today, let them persuade you, and see if you confess tomorrow!" Qian Bin said coldly, staring at the pale-faced Hongdie.
"I...I'm innocent!" Hongdie cried out in a trembling voice.
"Go!" Qian Bin waved his hand, and the two women threw Hongdie to the ground and followed him away. "
Don't leave me here!" Hongdie screamed, scrambling to her feet and stumbling after them, but it was too late; the iron gate slammed shut.
Hongdie frantically pounded on the closed gate, crying loudly, but it was no use; no one answered.
After crying for a while, Hongdie finally despaired, slumping against the door. Suddenly, she heard panting breaths coming from inside the cage. Looking up, she saw all those terrifying gazes fixed on her. Remembering she was naked, she quickly clutched her chest with one hand and covered her lower abdomen with the other, shrinking into a ball of fear, too afraid to look up.
Red Butterfly shouldn't have been afraid, because the cages were all tightly closed, with a sturdy iron bolt securing all the cage doors. The people inside shouldn't pose any threat. However, the cages couldn't block those hungry gazes. Each gaze was like a piercing arrow, making her heart pound with fear and wishing she could disappear into the ground to hide her shameful nakedness.
For some reason, the people in the cages suddenly roared and cheered. Red Butterfly couldn't help but steal a glance, and immediately screamed in terror.
The bolt securing the cage doors had slowly come loose, and the people inside were frantically shaking the nearly opened doors. The others followed suit, and the cell was instantly filled with terrified cries.
Before Red Butterfly's screams had even finished, the first cage door had already opened. Watching the people inside drag their heavy steps, slowly approaching her, Red Butterfly was stunned.
Li Xiangdong emerged from seclusion at this time. During his retreat, he had closed off his mind, focusing entirely on cultivating the Azure Dragon Demon Sword, and naturally hadn't received Hongdie's call.
Now that he had finished his training, Li Xiangdong knew his martial arts had advanced further, and his excitement was palpable. He even let out a long
roar to the sky. Seeing Li Xiangdong holding the Azure Dragon Demon Sword, dancing with joy, Fang Peijun, who was breastfeeding her son, was deeply shaken. She vaguely felt that she had made a grave mistake, and the martial arts world was doomed.
During these seven days of arduous training, Li Xiangdong's lust had nowhere to be released, and he was already feeling restless. Just as he was about to take pleasure in Fang Peijun, he received a telepathic message from Meiji. It turned out that she had just arrived at the Demon Palace and was requesting a guide.
"Found her." Upon returning to the palace, Meiji immediately reported impatiently, "But finding her is useless."
"Why is it useless?" Li Xiangdong asked curiously.
"It turns out that Zhong Rong, the 'Flower Butterfly,' was caught in a crime last year and sentenced to death. He's currently imprisoned in Yanzhou, awaiting execution," Mei Ji sighed. "
Caught in the act?" Li Xiangdong asked in surprise, "How could he be caught?" "
It's said that it was that cunning little bitch Ding Ling again. She set a trap and captured Zhong Rong," Mei Ji said
sullenly. "That girl is no simpleton!" Li Xiangdong said, his tone ambiguous, "I never thought Zhong Rong would fall into her hands. This plan has failed."
"There's more than one flower thief in the world than Zhong Rong. If he's gone, we can find someone else," Mei Ji said, puzzled.
"Do you think Zhong Rong is an ordinary flower thief?" "Li Xiangdong shook his head and said, "His real name is Nakamura Sakae. He's a ninja from the East. Although he doesn't know magic, his martial arts are strange, and he's also proficient in ninjutsu. Since he's no good, what use are the other flower thieves?" "
Is he also a member of our sect?" Meiji asked.
"Not yet. I originally planned to allow him to join the sect after he finished this matter," Li Xiangdong said regretfully.
At this moment, Fang Peijun had already handed the child, who hadn't yet eaten, back to the female slave to be carried away. She stood aside with her head bowed, awaiting orders. She was in a hurry to send the child away because she didn't want him to have too much contact with this demon and be tainted by his evil aura. Hearing that Li Xiangdong actually wanted to recruit flower thieves into the sect, she felt even more bitter and dared not imagine what kind of humiliation she would suffer in the future.
"Then hurry up and think of another way to take this little slut down," Meiji said angrily.
"There's no use in being anxious now. Hongdie said she went to Shaolin. Let's talk about it when she comes back." "Li Xiangdong recounted Hongdie's report from some time ago.
"Shaolin? That's a real headache!" Meiji exclaimed in surprise.
"What's so headache-inducing? I'll settle accounts with them sooner or later." Li Xiangdong sneered.
Hearing this, Fang Peijun felt slightly relieved. Fortunately, this unknown Ding Ling had informed them, so the martial arts world wouldn't just sit idly by.
"Isn't there any other news about Hongdie?" Meiji asked.
"I haven't heard from her these past few days. Let me see what she's up to." Li Xiangdong gestured for Fang Peijun to fetch a mirror.
"I bet she's trying to rely on herself instead of others!" Meiji giggled.
"Really? Going to bed so early?" Li Xiangdong laughed.
"She's thinking about you!" Meiji said with a charming smile.
Comparing herself to others, Fang Peijun, who was moving the bronze mirror, felt a surge of sorrow. She thought to herself how pitiful the girls trapped in the demonic sect were, not only suffering endless humiliation but also constantly being spied on by Li Xiangdong using his teleportation magic, with no privacy whatsoever.
"How could this be?" Li Xiangdong exclaimed in surprise as he saw the image slowly appearing in the mirror after casting his spell.
"Who are these people? Where is Hongdie?" Meiji asked in astonishment.
It turned out that Hongdie hadn't appeared in the mirror; instead, there was a mass of fleshy worms—all naked men with shackles on their feet. Some were huddled together like a human pyramid, while others were clustered together.
Li Xiangdong continued his spell, and the image in the mirror shifted angles, finally revealing Hongdie. At this moment, it was Fang Peijun's turn to scream in terror.
Red Butterfly was straddling a short, devilish-looking man, her erect penis deeply embedded in her wet, fleshy orifice. Behind her was another burly man, his hands cupping her large, pink buttocks, his iron-like penis thrusting wildly into her parted thighs, penetrating her already bleeding anus. Both her front and back orifices were being ravaged simultaneously.
Red Butterfly was in agony; tears streamed down her twisted face, her sweat-drenched body trembling uncontrollably. But she couldn't scream, for another burly man was forcibly shoving his powerful penis into her mouth, thrusting it wildly. And
that wasn't all; two more burly men surrounded her. One was pulling at her limp, delicate hands, vigorously stroking his erect penis, while the other was groping her naked body, his rough, groping hands reaching everywhere.
Li Xiangdong and the others realized that Red Butterfly was being gang-raped by five ravenous thugs!
"This looks like a prison. How did she end up in there?" Li Xiangdong asked, frowning.
"Ask her!" Meiji urged.
"If it were you, would you still be able to speak?" Li Xiangdong scoffed.
"They won't kill her, will they?!" Meiji asked anxiously, grabbing Li Xiangdong's arm.
"Just a few men, they shouldn't be able to kill this slut." Li Xiangdong was heartless.
"Should we go save her?" Meiji pressed.
"Do you know where we are? How can we save her from here?" Li Xiangdong shook his head. "Let's wait until she's had her fill of pleasure, then find out what's going on before making any plans." "There's
no way she can have any fun being gang-raped like this." Meiji said with a bitter smile. "Make the best of a bad situation.
A slut like her should enjoy being squeezed in the ass." Li Xiangdong laughed.
"No one has ever touched her asshole before, it must hurt terribly." Meiji said dismissively. "
She'll get used to it eventually." Li Xiangdong said regretfully. "If I had known she wanted to be squeezed in the ass, I should have deflowered her first, then they wouldn't have gotten away with it so easily." "
I've never been squeezed in the ass before, I don't know if it's good or not." Meiji said longingly.
"Some other time, if we find a suitable partner, maybe you can have a taste." "I know where this is!" Li Xiangdong suddenly exclaimed. "
What place is this?" Meiji asked.
"It's the Yanzhou prison!" Li Xiangdong said in a deep voice. "The short guy lying under Hongdie is Huadie Nakamura Sakae."
"Is it him?" Meiji said jokingly. "This guy is short and stocky, and although his penis is thick enough, it's short. He even tries to be a womanizer." "
It's said that most Japanese are like this, but he seems to have some strength." Li Xiangdong laughed.
"The one in front shot... wait, the one behind finished too. He's really useless!" Meiji complained.
"They seem to have been in prison for quite a while. I wonder how long it's been since they've touched a woman. They must have been feeling really pent up, so they're eager to release their pent-up desires." Li Xiangdong commented. "It won't be long before they can make a comeback." "
Then Red Butterfly must be suffering even more!" Mei Ji sighed.
"Stop looking, it's not you who's suffering!" Li Xiangdong withdrew his magic, and the image in the mirror disappeared. He then looked at Fang Peijun and said, "Come here."
Fang Peijun's heart tightened, and she walked over reluctantly.
"It feels like it's been a long time since I've touched you," Li Xiangdong said, embracing Fang Peijun.
Fang Peijun was secretly saddened, knowing she was about to be humiliated again.
"Master, don't you want me?" Mei Ji pouted.
"Are you being horny too?" Li Xiangdong laughed loudly.
"You haven't touched me in a long time," Mei Ji said shamelessly. "
Then let's do it together, the more the merrier," Li Xiangdong said, tearing off Fang Peijun's silk handkerchief.
Li Xiangdong finally vented his lust and leaned back on the bed to rest, while simultaneously using magic to check on Red Butterfly's condition.
Meiji nestled breathlessly in Li Xiangdong's arms, seemingly satisfied. The most pitiful was Fang Peijun, naked beneath him, cleaning the filth from his penis with her mouth and tongue.
"Is she dead?" Meiji exclaimed in alarm when she saw Hongdie appear in the mirror.
"She's not dead. Can't you see her breasts are still jiggling?" Li Xiangdong laughed.
Fang Peijun stole a glance and saw Hongdie lying on the ground, her face and body covered in semen, as if buckets of white glue had been poured on her.
Her cherry-like mouth, forcibly opened, remained open, with more filthy liquid oozing from the corners, making the penis in Fang Peijun's mouth feel even more foul and nauseating.
Further down, the once bright red vulva was gone, replaced by an overflowing pool of water, too painful to look at.
Others, those beast-like thugs, lay sprawled on the ground, all fast asleep, seemingly exhausted.
"How many times did they do it?" Meiji exclaimed in horror.
"Heaven knows!" Li Xiangdong shook his head.
"Hey, she seems to be waking up." Meiji saw Hongdie's eyelids twitch and cried out urgently.
"Let her rest a little longer," Li Xiangdong said mercifully.
After a while, Hongdie finally opened her eyes wearily, her empty gaze like that of a walking corpse, making one wonder if she had truly woken up.
"Hongdie... Hongdie, can you hear me? It's me, it's Li Xiangdong!" Li Xiangdong called out using telepathy.
Hongdie trembled at the sound, tears streaming down her face. Her mouth opened and closed weakly, as if she were speaking, but after a few words, she coughed incessantly, as if she had choked.
"Don't rush, take your time. Tell me what happened using your mind?" Li Xiangdong continued.
Hongdie's tears flowed even more uncontrollably. After a long while, she finally recounted her ordeal in the prison.
"Outrageous!" Li Xiangdong roared in anger, not because Hongdie had suffered so much, but because Ding Ling had manipulated him so easily, repeatedly bringing him to his knees.
"Save me... Waaah... Please save me!" Hongdie sobbed.
"Have you confessed?" Li Xiangdong asked.
"No, if I confessed, they would definitely kill me!" Hongdie said bluntly.
"Why?" Li Xiangdong asked curiously.
"The three elders had already decided to kill me. They only refrained from doing so because they wanted to know the secrets of our sect. If I confessed, they wouldn't hesitate." Hongdie said through gritted teeth.
"What did they ask?" "Li Xiangdong asked.
"Ask me how I got involved with you, who else in this sect..." Hongdie replied.
Li Xiangdong continued to ask many questions, and Hongdie answered them all without reservation.
At this time, Fang Peijun had already licked Li Xiangdong's penis clean. Judging from his expression, she knew he was talking to Hongdie. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quietly got out of bed, intending to wash her genitals. Unexpectedly, she was kicked by Meiji. She saw Meiji pointing coldly at her vulva. Fang Peijun was furious and pretended not to see it. Meiji's almond eyes widened in anger, and from then on, a grudge was formed.
"How much longer can you hold on?" After figuring out what he wanted to know, Li Xiangdong said in a deep voice.
"I can't hold on anymore... Waaah... Help me... Help me quickly... Waaah... My whole body hurts... I can't hold on any longer!" "Red Butterfly cried out loudly.
"You just said it yourself, the prison is like an impregnable fortress, heavily guarded, outsiders can't get in, it won't be easy for me to rescue you!" Li Xiangdong sighed.
"You can use magic... Waaah... As long as you can get me out, I'll do anything for you!" Red Butterfly cried urgently.
"You don't understand!" Li Xiangdong said angrily. Although he was proficient in magic, those sorceries weren't omnipotent.
"Save me... Waaah... I don't want to die... Please... Waaah...!" Red Butterfly wailed.
"Shut up, let me think!" Li Xiangdong shouted.
Red Butterfly didn't dare to cry out anymore, because Li Xiangdong was her only hope now, if she angered him, it would be difficult for her to survive.
"Red Butterfly, do you see the dwarf lying at your feet?" "Li Xiangdong thought for a moment, then finally spoke: 'Try to wake him up, then tell him whatever I tell you.' '
Is this it... Ouch...?' Hongdie was in pain all over, too weak to get up. She could only lift her leg to point, but even that slight movement caused a sharp, stabbing pain in her lower body, making her grimace and groan in agony.
'Take it slow, don't wake anyone else!' Li Xiangdong warned."
Red Butterfly knew she was badly injured, and her heart was filled with unbearable sorrow. Forced to endure the physical pain, she gritted her teeth and kicked the short man.
The kick was weak and powerless, failing to wake him. A quick thought struck her, and she placed her foot on the short man's head and face, pressing it against his mouth and nose.
This woke the short man, who raised his hand to push away her delicate foot, about to fall back asleep, when he heard her moan, "Nakamura Sakae... Nakamura...!"
The short man, never expecting this ravaged beauty to know his real name, awoke with a start, crawled to Red Butterfly's side, and asked, "Did you call me?"
"Hold...hold me!" Red Butterfly moaned.
"You...you haven't had enough fun yet?" Nakamura Sakae asked incredulously.
"No...hold...hold me!" "Red Butterfly cried out, not understanding why Li Xiangdong wanted this short man to carry her.
"I've already done it three or four times, let me rest a bit before carrying you again." Nakamura Sakae vigorously kneaded Red Butterfly's breasts, leaving them mottled with finger marks.
"Get on... hurry up and get on!" Red Butterfly cried, biting her lips.
Nakamura Sakae had never touched such a strange woman before, feeling an indescribable stimulation. His lust, which he thought had subsided, stirred again. With a roar, he flipped over and straddled Red Butterfly.
"Put your tongue into his mouth and entwine it with his tongue." Li Xiangdong continued to command.
Red Butterfly was increasingly confused, only managing to cling to Nakamura Sakae's neck, her wet lips pressing against his large mouth, her delicate tongue darting into his mouth.
Nakamura Sakae, unaware of the true situation, only thought the girl intended to help him regain his virility, and became even more excited. He exchanged kisses with her, savoring her sweet tongue, while simultaneously reaching down to clean the filth filling her vaginal opening. Then, supporting his limp penis, he intended to conquer her again.
"Listen carefully, I'll say one sentence, and you repeat it in your mind!" Li Xiangdong chanted the incantation.
The incantations were similar to those used for telepathic communication, so Hongdie easily followed along. After chanting seven sentences, Li Xiangdong's voice became even clearer.
"Nakamura Sakae, I am Li Xiangdong. Hold this girl tight, don't be nervous, listen to me!" Li Xiangdong said calmly.
Nakamura Sakae was startled by the voice and quickly scrambled to his feet, turning his head to look around. He didn't see any familiar figures and cried out in fear, "Master Li, where are you?"
"I'm not here. You must hold this girl and speak in your mind." "Red Butterfly weakly relayed Li Xiangdong's telepathic message, only then realizing that the two knew each other.
Although Nakamura Rong didn't understand what it meant to speak with one's heart, he still pressed himself against Red Butterfly again, their chests touching, and then he heard Li Xiangdong's voice.
"What do you want to say? Just think it in your mind," Li Xiangdong said with a smile.
"Master Li, can you hear me?" Nakamura Rong thought as instructed.
"Yes, we're talking through the girl you're pressing down on," Li Xiangdong said. "Do you know she's mine?" "
Really? I'm sorry, I didn't know. If I had known..." Nakamura Rong said fearfully.
"Even if you knew, you would still do it, wouldn't you?" Li Xiangdong chuckled strangely. "It's alright, ignorance is no excuse. You can hear her more clearly by holding her tongue in your mouth."
Red Butterfly could also hear their conversation, so when Nakamura Rong covered her cherry lips with his, she also proactively stuck out her fragrant tongue, letting him take it into her mouth.
"Nakamura Sakae, enough with the small talk, why didn't you run?" Li Xiangdong asked.
"If I could run, I would have run away long ago. Who wants to wait here to die!" Nakamura Sakae said with a bitter smile.
Hongdie felt that Li Xiangdong's question was inexplicable. If Nakamura Sakae could run, why would he stay? Was it to gang rape her with the other beasts? Thinking of the torment she had just suffered, the pain in her body returned, and she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Did they destroy your internal energy?" Li Xiangdong continued to ask.
"No, that little bitch damaged my dantian acupoint, but unexpectedly, my internal energy has recovered through a different method." Nakamura Sakae said sullenly.
"Is it that little bitch Ding Ling?" Li Xiangdong asked.
"That little slut. If I can escape, I will definitely not let her go." Nakamura Sakae said through gritted teeth.
Hongdie deeply sympathized. Escaping was already difficult enough, and whether she could recover her martial arts was still unknown. She needed Li Xiangdong's help to take revenge.
"Since you haven't lost your martial arts, with your abilities, you can't escape?" Li Xiangdong asked in surprise.
"It's a pity you can't see the layout here, otherwise you would understand that I'm willing but powerless," Nakamura Sakae sighed, unaware that Li Xiangdong could see it.
"What's the problem?" Li Xiangdong continued to ask.
"Escape from the cell isn't difficult, the difficulty lies in the fact that there's only one road leading outside, heavily guarded both inside and out. How can we fight our way out?" Nakamura Sakae said despairingly.
"It's not without a chance," Li Xiangdong said thoughtfully. "The most important thing now is to buy as much time as possible so I can gather manpower to rescue you."
"What can I do?" Nakamura Sakae, seeing a glimmer of hope, asked anxiously.
"Do you still have the strength to fight her a few more times?" Li Xiangdong asked in a strange way.
"I don't know, maybe... maybe I can do it again," Nakamura Sakae said shamefully, unable to resist sucking on the small tongue in his mouth, hoping to regain his strength.
"What about the others?" Li Xiangdong asked again.
"We've been holding back for a long time. Although we're quite tired, we still want it. If we rest a little longer, maybe we can," Nakamura Sakae said honestly. "
If you can do it, then do it. If you can't, then pretend to do it a few more times," Li Xiangdong said with a sly smile.
"No... that will kill me!" Red Butterfly cried out in terror. In fact, her whole body was still in unbearable pain, and her lower body was numb. She didn't know how much damage she had suffered, so how could she not be afraid?
"You won't die," Li Xiangdong said coldly. "You can pretend to be dead afterward and delay for a few days."
"They won't care if I live or die!" Red Butterfly cried.
"You have to delay as much as possible." "When things really can't drag on any longer, confess. Then I'll teach you how to talk." "
How long do we have to drag it out?" Hongdie asked.
"At least ten days before I can get there," Li Xiangdong calculated.
"Ten days! They'll be dead by then!" Hongdie cried out in despair, knowing she had no choice.
"I'll keep a close eye on you and give you instructions as needed," Li Xiangdong said coldly. "Now, memorize these few incantations carefully, so you can contact each other and exchange information later."
Although Meiji had seen what happened in the mirror the whole time, she couldn't hear the three of them talking, so when Li Xiangdong removed the magic, she couldn't wait to ask, "What happened?"
"It's that cunning little bitch Ding Ling again..." Li Xiangdong briefly explained the situation.
"When are we going to Yanzhou to rescue them?" Meiji asked.
"I'll set off after I've dealt with the Cold-Faced Yama and the Snow Mountain Sect," Li Xiangdong said, shaking his head.

[Episode 4,
Chapter 3: The Snow Mountain Bloodbath ]
Red Butterfly's mind was hazy; she thought she was dead because, as the torches hanging on the wall burned out, several beasts, including Nakamura Sakae, gang-raped her again. Her last memory was seeing stars before her eyes, and then losing consciousness.
In her dazed state, Red Butterfly's eyelids shone with a sliver of light. Her intuition told her someone was standing in front of her with a torch. She tried to open her eyes, but she had no strength; she couldn't move an inch, and her limbs were completely out of her control.
She heard voices nearby; listening carefully, she recognized the voices of the two prison women. A sense of relief washed over her, but she didn't know whether to feel sorrow or joy. She was joyful that she wasn't dead, but sorrowful that she was still trapped in prison, and her suffering was not yet over.
"Why hasn't she woken up yet?"
"Maybe she'll never wake up!"
"Why can't she wake up?"
"She was gang-raped by those beasts all night, can't they rape her to death?"
"Don't worry, some prostitutes take dozens of clients a day and they don't die."
"She's not a prostitute."
"She's worse than a prostitute, for her, last night was probably the most pleasurable."
"Injured like this, how could she be pleasurable? Look, her nipples are almost bitten off!"
At this moment, a sharp pain shot through Hongdie's chest, and the numbness seemed to return. She knew that two women were wiping her body with a damp cloth, and someone was even pinching the fleshy nipples with their fingers.
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and clean her up, the boss will scold you."
Someone lifted her pink leg and began to wipe her genitals. Hongdie knew that she must be badly injured, otherwise she wouldn't be in so much pain.
"Her anus is burst too. Those thieving prisoners are really vicious."
"This is the karma for that slut! Who told her to frame the chief constable!"
"Is she awake yet?" Just then, Hongdie heard Qian Bin's voice and knew he had come in.
"Not yet."
"Has she cleaned herself inside?" Qian Bin asked.
"It's so dirty inside... She'll clean herself when she wakes up."
"Who knows when she'll wake up? I'd better take care of her myself." Qian Bin said with a malicious grin.
"She should confess this time."
"Whether she confesses or not, she needs to rest for a few days." Qian Bin said.
"Why?"
"She's like this now, asking her more questions will hurt her." Qian Bin replied.
Hongdie felt Qian Bin wiping her genitals with a wet cloth, and she felt both ashamed and angry, but she knew she couldn't stop him, and besides, he had already raped her, so what else could she complain about?
“Once she recovers, she’ll probably become stubborn again.”
“Then we’ll just send her back to death row.”
“This time it won’t be so troublesome. A death row inmate has volunteered, and I guarantee he can get her to talk. His ideas are quite interesting, and he won’t hurt her.” Qian Bin leered.
“What kind of death row inmate? Aren’t you afraid he’ll cause trouble?”
“He’s a womanizer. Those death row inmates are all crippled in martial arts; how could they cause trouble?” Qian Bin said dismissively.
Hongdie was secretly delighted, knowing she could buy herself a few more days. The womanizer Qian Bin mentioned must be Nakamura Sakae. It was Li Xiangdong’s idea to help her stall for time while waiting for reinforcements. As she pondered this, she felt a sharp pain in her lower body. It turned out that Qian Bin was using a wet cloth to wrap his finger and insert it into her ravaged, wanton vagina.
"After she confesses, will she be killed?"
"The three elders haven't made a decision yet. The second elder insists on waiting for the chief constable to return before making a decision, while the first and third elders are worried that the chief constable is too kind-hearted and strongly advocate for killing her." Qian Bin said, digging.
"The chief constable's people are so good, no one would be surprised if we spared her."
Hongdie was both hateful and afraid. As she cursed inwardly, Qian Bin's fingers had already moved to her crotch, digging into her anus, causing her to groan in pain and open her eyes.
"Awake?" Qian Bin asked, digging haphazardly for a few moments before pulling his fingers out.
Hongdie turned her face away venomously, remaining silent, but tears streamed down her face.
"Will she confess now?" Qian Bin said coldly.
"Speak! Are you mute?" A prison woman grabbed Hongdie's hair and pulled her off the bed.
"Looks like she still doesn't know what's good for her." Another prison woman said angrily.
"It's alright, she'll tell sooner or later," Qian Bin sneered. "Give her some medicine and let her think it through."
Watching
the old lecher's departing figure, Yao Fengzhu felt a jumble of emotions, a mix of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy feelings surging within her.
Before that old lecher arrived, Yao Fengzhu slept alone every night, often tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Even when she did, her dreams were filled with erotic fantasies that would make her blush. Often, Li Xiangdong would appear in her dreams, and upon waking, her jade-like hands would always be in inappropriate places, making her blush furiously and unsure of what to do.
Later, the old lecher finally appeared. Under Huang Laojiu's arrangement, Yao Fengzhu disguised herself as a novice prostitute serving customers, and surprisingly, she behaved quite well, captivating him so much that he was mesmerized and stayed for half a month, far exceeding the seven days Li Xiangdong had agreed upon.
Now that the old lecher was gone, Yao Fengzhu felt as if she were seeing a walking dead man, knowing he had suffered greatly and would soon die at Li Xiangdong's hands.
Although the old lecher was lustful, he wasn't as resilient as Li Xiangdong. However, Yao Fengzhu was naturally weak and easily agitated, yet when she was with him, she still experienced multiple orgasms, satisfying her lust without feeling overwhelmed. Whether for this reason or out of fear of returning to Li Xiangdong's side, Yao Fengzhu felt a strange sense of loss.
Yao Fengzhu's biggest regret was that she had been alone here for quite some time without a chance to secretly communicate with the Nine Gangs and Thirteen Factions. She had considered revealing the truth to the old lecher, but he was wicked and lustful, so she dared not act rashly. Fortunately, this prevented any mishaps.
It turned out that the old lecher hadn't come to the Wolf's Den for pleasure for several days because he had returned to the Snow Mountain Sect to discuss matters. The main topic of discussion was the news of the Asura Sect's resurgence in the martial world. The news came from Shaolin, inviting all sects to
Shaolin before September 20th to discuss countermeasures. The Snow Mountain Sect surprisingly decided to get involved, and it was the old lecher who strongly advocated for this. This matter was unintentionally revealed by the old lecher, so it couldn't be false. As for why he made this suggestion, Yao Fengzhu had no interest in asking.
Knowing that the various sects had become wary, Yao Fengzhu felt much more at ease. What she needed to do now was to find out the secrets and true nature of the Asura Sect, but this was no easy task.
"Zhuzhu, the horses are ready." While Yao Fengzhu was still sitting in deep thought, someone called from outside the door.
The speaker was Huang Laojiu from the Wolf's Den, also an undercover agent of the Asura Sect in the borderlands. He was fat and had a servile appearance, looking exactly like a brothel owner.
"Understood," Yao Fengzhu said coldly. Zhuzhu was her nickname in the wolf's den; Huang Laojiu knew nothing of her origins. Knowing the old lecher was leaving, he immediately reported to Li Xiangdong and was ordered to meet him at the designated location. He then instructed Huang Laojiu to prepare the horses.
Seeing that it was getting late, Yao Fengzhu dared not delay. Composing herself, she mounted her horse and rode off.
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When Yao Fengzhu arrived at the agreed-upon hill, it was already dusk. Seeing that Li Xiangdong was still not there, she dismounted to rest.
After waiting a while, two riders arrived with a carriage. Li Xiangdong sat in the carriage, driven by a beautiful woman in black with a blank expression. Yao Fengzhu instinctively believed she was another pitiful person.
Riding on horseback were Meiji and the long-lost Liu Qingping. Their eyes met, and they both felt a sense of familiarity.
"Greetings, Master," Yao Fengzhu dismounted and greeted him.
"You did a good job this time," Li Xiangdong nodded. "This is Fang Peijun, from the Crescent Moon Alliance, and also our sect's zombie witch."
Yao Fengzhu nodded, a gesture of greeting, knowing the Crescent Moon Alliance was finished.
"Everyone, have something to eat. After dark, we'll go pay our respects to the Snow Mountain Sect," Li Xiangdong said.
"Do you want them to hand over their treasured artifact?" Meiji laughed, assuming Li Xiangdong was dealing with the nine southern gangs, demanding the Snow Mountain Sect hand over its treasured artifact as a sign of submission.
"I want their lives, not one of them!" Li Xiangdong said coldly.
"Just the few of us?" Meiji asked fearfully. "The Snow Mountain Sect has over six hundred people!"
"We have Iron Corpses," Li Xiangdong said nonchalantly.
Yao Fengzhu had anticipated that Li Xiangdong's order to deal with the old lecher was a prelude to an attack on the Snow Mountain Sect. Hearing of his impending massacre, she wasn't too worried, as her side only had a handful of people. She believed only he and Tianhu Meiji would fight with their full strength. Even with the addition of that unknown demon, Tie Shi, if the Snow Mountain Sect knew how to use the Demon-Subduing Handkerchief and fought to the death, they shouldn't be utterly defeated.
"Even if they do their best, we still have too few people!" Meiji said anxiously, having considered Yao Fengzhu's concerns.
"Fengzhu has worked hard for many days; you don't need to fight anymore," Li Xiangdong said with a half-smile. "You're responsible for intercepting any who slip through the net. Qingping and Peijun will stay by my side and await my orders..."
Yao Fengzhu looked at Li Xiangdong incredulously, wondering who this Tie Shi was and why he valued him so highly.
"Is he capable?" Meiji asked in surprise.
“We’ll see,” Li Xiangdong jumped off the car and said, “Peijun, feed the Iron Corpse one more time.”
Only then did Yao Fengzhu notice the coffin in the car and wonder what Li Xiangdong had killed that he hadn’t abandoned the body.
As she pondered this, something even stranger happened.
Fang Peijun opened the coffin lid, pulled out a dark corpse, placed it in her arms, then unbuttoned her bra and pulled out a plump breast.
“Eh…!” Yao Fengzhu suddenly cried out in shock. The ape-like corpse was alive and was even putting Fang Peijun’s breast in its mouth.
“That’s the Iron Corpse. Get close to him when you have time,” Li Xiangdong said with a sinister smile.
Seeing the Iron Corpse’s terrifying appearance, Yao Fengzhu was a little scared. She thought to herself that let alone sleeping with this monster-like man, even holding him like Fang Peijun had done was unbearable.
Fang Peijun fed him a few mouthfuls, then covered her clothes and silently chanted a spell. The iron corpse jumped straight to the ground and stood there like a wooden figure.
At this moment, Yao Fengzhu also saw clearly that although the hairy rod under the iron corpse's abdomen was chilling, seeing that he was completely lifeless and motionless, his limbs stiff, his eyes flashing with a blue light, and then noticing that his chest was still, as if he didn't need to breathe, she couldn't help but cry out in horror, "Is he...is he alive?"
"He was once alive!" Li Xiangdong laughed loudly, "Don't be so surprised, tell me, how many times does the old lecher do it every day?"
"...Once." Yao Fengzhu lowered her face and said, not daring to look at the iron corpse, which she didn't know was human or ghost, again.
"Does it satisfy you?" Li Xiangdong lewdly laughed.
"It's okay." Yao Fengzhu said shyly, knowing that if she didn't answer, she would only invite more humiliation.
"As long as you're happy," Li Xiangdong nodded. "Meiji, after you finish eating, you go first and set up a barrier around the Snow Mountain Sect so that no one escapes. Then leave my name card and the head of the Old Lecherous Worm, and let them prepare to die."
Yao Fengzhu was secretly shocked. She hadn't expected that the Cold-Faced Yama, whom Li Xiangdong called the Old Lecherous Worm, would be killed by Li Xiangdong as soon as he left.
After eating the dry rations, Meiji took the head of the Cold-Faced Yama and set off first. When it got dark, Li Xiangdong ordered the three women to change into their battle clothes, hide the carriages and horses, and set off with the Iron Corpse.
On the way, although Yao Fengzhu stayed away from the Iron Corpse, who was neither human nor ghost and was leading the way, she couldn't help but secretly watch him. She found that he didn't walk like a living person. Instead, he hopped forward without bending his knees or lifting his legs. When he hopped, his hands were outstretched, sharp as swords, and his bright green fingernails gleamed in the darkness, making him even more terrifying.
Iron Corpse leaped incredibly fast, covering several feet in a single bound. The others had to use their lightness skills to keep up. In no time, they arrived at the Snow Mountain Sect's manor. The manor was brightly lit, and the sound of gongs was deafening, as if in chaos. They must have discovered Li Xiangdong's invitation and the head of the Cold-Faced Yama.
"Master," Mei Ji emerged from the shadows to greet them, now dressed in battle armor.
"Use your Heavenly Fox Flight to circle the manor quickly, see if any escapees have slipped through the net. Kill them all, regardless of age or gender," Li Xiangdong ordered. "The rest of you, follow me." Li Xiangdong led the
way, flanked by Liu Qingping and Yao Fengzhu, with Fang Peijun and Iron Corpse close behind. The group of five leisurely approached the manor.
"Who goes there?" The four or five guards outside the gate noticed the strange procession and demanded.
"Li Xiangdong, Master of the Asura Sect!" Li Xiangdong laughed loudly.
The guards, having received news of Li Xiangdong's attack, immediately sounded the gong, brandished their weapons, and stood ready for battle.
A moment later, a middle-aged man emerged from the gate, bowing and saying, "Our sect leader respectfully invites Master Li to come in for tea."
"The same old routine again?" Li Xiangdong laughed loudly. "You'll be serving medicinal tea, drinking poisoned wine, and even throwing in hidden weapons and arrows. That's how you treated Yuchi Yuan back then."
"Master, please don't misunderstand. Our sect has no ill intentions," the middle-aged man said, his face changing color.
"You're the one with ill intentions," Li Xiangdong shouted. "Back then, Yuchi Yuan was forced to retreat in resentment after drinking a cup of poisoned wine offered by the Cold-Faced Yama. Later, because the poison hadn't been neutralized, he couldn't break through the siege of the Nine Gangs and Thirteen Gangs. Tracing the source of this calamity, you are all heinous criminals, each and every one of you deserves to die!"
"That's untrue! Master, don't believe the rumors!" the middle-aged man cried out urgently.
"Whether it's true or false doesn't matter. In any case, none of you will survive today." Li Xiangdong stared at Fang Peijun and grinned maliciously. "Kill!"
Fang Peijun froze for a moment, her heart trembling at the sight of Li Xiangdong's ferocious face. She dared not delay and silently recited the incantation for "kill."
Hearing Li Xiangdong utter the word "kill," Yao Fengzhu was unsure whether to act. Seeing Liu Qingping's worried expression as she stared at Fang Peijun, she wondered what was going on. Suddenly, a gust of wind arose above her head, and the Iron Corpse leaped out from behind her, rushing towards the people in front of the door with lightning speed.
"Master Li...!" the middle-aged man cried out in alarm, retreating, but before he could take a step back, the Iron Corpse had already swung its iron claws, tearing off half of his body, instantly killing him.
Before the villagers could even see the enemy's face clearly, they let out terrifying screams one after another, and in the blink of an eye, several of them lay dead in front of the door.
After killing the last guard, the Iron Corpse twitched erratically for a while before falling silent, as if it knew no one else was around.
"You're so slow, are you trying to annoy me?" Li Xiangdong glared at Fang Peijun.
"No...no," Fang Peijun stammered.
"Charge!" Li Xiangdong shouted.
Fang Peijun didn't dare hesitate and quickly chanted the incantation. The Iron Corpse hopped and skipped into the room.
At this moment, Yao Fengzhu understood: the Iron Corpse was commanded by Fang Peijun with an incantation, and Fang Peijun was acting on Li Xiangdong's orders.
As soon as Tie Shi entered, the sounds of battle filled the air, with shouts of "Fire arrows!" but mostly screams of agony.
"Let's go in and see," Li Xiangdong said, stepping forward.
The three women had no idea that in the blink of an eye, the entrance had transformed into a carnage, littered with dismembered limbs and flowing blood.
Tie Shi, who had entered shortly before, moved with lightning speed, chasing after the panicked and fleeing Snow Mountain Sect members. He was unstoppable; wherever his iron claws passed, they were either wounded or killed, leaving the crowd screaming and wailing. After
a while, those with higher martial arts skills regained their footing and surrounded Tie Shi. Some used heavy weapons to strike his vitals, while others attacked him from a distance with hidden weapons and arrows. Although they temporarily blocked his path, they could not suppress his ferocity.
It turned out that the Iron Corpse had skin of copper and bones of iron, impervious to swords and spears. No matter where one was hit, at most, they would be forced back. Even vital organs like the head and face were immune to arrows and hidden weapons, remaining completely unharmed. He only attacked and never defended, fearless and ruthless, his iron claws swinging wildly, vicious and cruel. In the blink of an eye, several more people were injured and killed.
At this moment, a group of people rushed to the rescue from inside the house. These people were skilled in martial arts, and the old man leading them was even more skilled. He held a sword in one hand and a red handkerchief in the other. In the blink of an eye, he stabbed the Iron Corpse three times with
his sword. Realizing that he could not hurt him, he immediately switched to attacking with the red handkerchief. Strangely enough, when the soft red handkerchief landed on the Iron Corpse's chest, he squeaked loudly, retreated rapidly as if in fear, knocking over two people and even disemboweling another one.
The old man stepped forward and continued his attack with the red handkerchief. Although the iron corpse dodged left and right, its ferocity greatly reduced, he still couldn't injure it. A sudden inspiration struck him, and he shouted, "Use fire arrows!"
Li Xiangdong, who had been standing silently to the side with the three women since entering, was deterred by their strange attire and the iron corpse attracting most of the men's attention. Even if someone saw him, no one dared to challenge him.
Seeing the old man shout for fire arrows and use the red handkerchief to block the iron corpse's attacks, Li Xiangdong snorted coldly and shouted, "Spit!"
"What?" Fang Peijun remembered Li Xiangdong saying that anyone poisoned by the corpse would die, and the "spit" technique was meant to make the iron corpse expel the poison. Feeling a pang of pity, she pretended not to understand.
"You bastard!" Li Xiangdong cursed, "I can live without you!"
Before Li Xiangdong could finish speaking, a wisp of black smoke shot out from the Iron Corpse's mouth. Although the old man turned his head to avoid it in time, he smelled a stench, then his head spun, and the Iron Corpse ripped open his chest.
"Sect Leader!" Seeing the old man fall to the ground dead, the Snow Mountain Sect heroes cried out in alarm. It turned out the old man was the current sect leader of the Snow Mountain Sect.
After killing the Snow Mountain Sect leader, the Iron Corpse didn't stop, continuing to hunt down the remaining disciples, and the brutal massacre began again.
"I...I didn't hear clearly!" Fang Peijun, still shaken, noticed Li Xiangdong's cold expression and knew something was wrong. She hurriedly explained.
"Didn't hear clearly?" Li Xiangdong saw someone light a rocket, and a thought struck him. He sneered, "Next is urination, did you hear me?"
"Is...is it here?" Fang Peijun cried out in terror.
"No, take a few more steps so everyone can see clearly!" Li Xiangdong, holding Fang Peijun's slender waist, began to uncover the cover beneath her abdomen.
At this moment, someone had already fired arrows. The arrows struck the Iron Corpse squarely in the back, but still couldn't harm it. However, the flames from the arrowheads ignited its long, black fur, causing it to jump wildly on the spot, unable to harm anyone.
"Keep firing!" "Burn it to death!" The crowd finally discovered the Iron Corpse's weakness.
"Do you need my help?" Li Xiangdong pushed Fang Peijun forward forcefully.
The Iron Corpse was hit by several more arrows, and flames began to spread across its body, making it look like a human torch. Although no one knew if it would burn to death, at the very least, it was no longer a threat.
The Snow Mountain group breathed a sigh of relief, then saw Fang Peijun. Her pale yellow witch's battle armor was certainly eye-catching, but her naked lower body was even more astonishing.
"That demoness isn't wearing pants!" someone shouted.
Although Fang Peijun was so ashamed she wanted to die, she knew there was no time to lose. With a cry of despair, she chanted the incantation to "urinate."
As soon as she uttered the incantation, Fang Peijun felt her bladder burst, and a stream of urine gushed out uncontrollably. A golden stream shot into the air, immediately transforming into a cloud of mist that, as if possessing a spirit, enveloped the Iron Corpse, extinguishing the flames and relieving its torment of being burned.
After the flames were extinguished, the Iron Corpse, as if unharmed, resumed its rampage. Perhaps because its body was soaked with urine, the incoming fire arrows wouldn't set it ablaze.
"Come back!" Fang Peijun, stunned, watched as the Iron Corpse chased after the Snow Mountain group, when she heard Li Xiangdong's voice calling her. Helpless, she retreated, tears streaming down her face.
"Spray! Kill!" Li Xiangdong then shouted in a deep voice.
At this moment, Fang Peijun was filled with shame and despair, like a walking corpse, her ability to think completely gone. In a daze, she uttered the incantations of "spray" and "kill."
The Iron Corpse sprayed poison again, this time even more potent. A large number of the Snow Mountain masters surrounding him immediately fell, making him like a tiger unleashed from its cage, unstoppable.
The Snow Mountain disciples had lost all will to fight and fled in disarray. Those with weaker martial arts could only rush out the gate, while those with stronger skills escaped by scaling the walls.
Li Xiangdong stood before the gate, killing seven people in succession. The remaining men, knowing this path was blocked, turned and ran frantically towards the back of the house.
Those who scaled the walls fared even worse; they fell as soon as they reached the top. No one could escape the Iron Corpse's poisonous clutches. It turned out that Meiji had already set up a restriction; the entire manor was under the shroud of sorcery, with no way to escape.
After slaughtering everyone in the courtyard, Tie Shi didn't stop. He continued his rampage, rushing into the houses and killing anyone he saw, turning the village into a living hell.
Liu Qingping and the others watched in stunned silence, never expecting Tie Shi to be so powerful. Hearing the constant screams, they all felt that the end of the martial arts world had come.
"This is suffocating," Mei Ji suddenly appeared beside Li Xiangdong, saying with dissatisfaction, "I used the 'Inchless Step' technique you taught me. No one can cross the line. There are some old, weak, women, and children gathered at the back door. I need to go in and kill them all, then I'll have nothing to do."
"Very good, Tie Shi is almost done too," Li Xiangdong nodded.
"Can fire kill Tie Shi?" Mei Ji asked curiously.
"He's not a living person, how can he die again and again?" Li Xiangdong chuckled.
"His body is burned to pieces, isn't that a problem?" Mei Ji pressed.
"He'll recover after drinking milk a few more times," Li Xiangdong shook his head.
"It's a pity Pei-jun's piss wasn't removed sooner, otherwise he wouldn't have been burned," Mei-ji complained, glancing at Fang Pei-jun.
"I'll teach her a lesson," Li Xiang-dong said coldly.
"What else can she piss besides piss?" Mei-ji said gloatingly.
"Pee essence!" Li Xiang-dong sneered, "If Tie-shi is badly injured, yin essence is a panacea."
"Let her piss, let's see how much," Mei-ji teased with a smile.
"You'll have your fill!" Li Xiang-dong said sinisterly.
Fang Pei-jun felt a chill run down her spine, fearing further humiliation. She regretted her impulsive actions earlier; not only could she not change the fate of the Snow Mountain Sect, but she would also be punished.
Tie-shi returned covered in blood, leaping back to the group step by step, leaving terrifying bloodstains on the ground with each step. The blood was naturally not his, as zombies don't bleed.
"Have you killed them all?" Mei-ji asked again.
“Of course, we didn’t give any orders to summon him. He wouldn’t have come back unless there were absolutely no survivors,” Li Xiangdong replied.
"How does he know they've all been killed?" Meiji asked, puzzled. "What if they've hidden?" " They
can't hide. The Iron Corpse has eyes and a nose. As long as there's a trace of life, it can't escape," Li Xiangdong said confidently.
"He's truly remarkable," Meiji said sincerely.
"Peijun, do you know your crime?" Li Xiangdong finally pressed his advantage.
"Master, I really didn't hear clearly just now. I didn't mean to disobey," Fang Peijun said fearfully, kneeling before Li Xiangdong.
"Not hearing clearly is no excuse!" Li Xiangdong sneered. "You almost harmed the Iron Corpse, so let him teach you a lesson!"
Fang Peijun wanted to say more, but then she smelled a foul stench. It turned out that the Iron Corpse had jumped in front of her, its tail erect. She couldn't help but scream in fear, but before the scream subsided, the Iron Corpse had already grabbed her body, its tail piercing through the hole in her battle armor.
"Put me down... Waaah... Please... I won't do it again... I won't do it again!" Fang Peijun screamed incessantly, repeatedly chanting incantations, trying to break free from the terrifying curse. However, after many attempts, the Iron Corpse's penis remained as hard as iron, and she knew this was going to be a miserable experience. "
Does the Iron Corpse pee?" Meiji suddenly remembered something and asked with a smile.
"That thing is just your tail, not a real penis, so it can't pee even if it wanted to!" Li Xiangdong sneered.
"That will make her laugh to death!" Meiji giggled.
"How about I let you have a laugh another day?" Li Xiangdong laughed loudly, "Let's go."
"Back to the palace?" Meiji asked.
"Yes, we'll go back and rest for two days before heading to Yanzhou," Li Xiangdong replied.
"I thought we'd be on our way immediately after we got back," Meiji asked, puzzled.
"Once we get there, we still have to wait for Wang Jie to bring the invincible divine weapon. There's no use in rushing," Li Xiangdong shook his head.
The iron corpse moved, still hopping and skipping along with Li Xiangdong on their return journey. Fang Peijun, however, was in a terrible predicament. Her fox tail, following the iron corpse's leaps, also hopped and skipped mercilessly through the Peach Blossom Cave, beginning her agonizing ordeal.
Witnessing Fang Peijun's frantic screams and struggles on the iron corpse, Liu Qingping and Yao Fengzhu were terrified, wondering when such suffering would befall them.
The iron corpse fought fiercely for half the night. Perhaps exhausted, or perhaps because carrying Fang Peijun made movement difficult, its leaps and bounds were noticeably slower than before. The others weren't in such a hurry, but for Fang Peijun, it seemed like an endless road of suffering.
Li Xiangdong noticed that the Iron Corpse was slowing down. Looking around at the pitch black surroundings, he knew it was the darkness before dawn. He stopped, turned, and asked, "Now do you understand the consequences?"
"I...I understand...Waaah...Spare me...This servant knows she was wrong!" Fang Peipei cried out.
"Did you pee?" Li Xiangdong asked.
"Pee...I pee!" Fang Peipei sobbed.
"How many times did you pee?" Li Xiangdong sneered.
"One...two times!" Fang Peipei said through tears.
"Is that enough?" Li Xiangdong asked cruelly.
"Enough...enough...I won't do it again!" Fang Peipei cried out.
"Let me tell you, the next time won't be so easy." Li Xiangdong sneered, and the Iron Corpse put Fang Peipei down.
"No...there definitely won't be a next time." Fang Peipei collapsed to the ground, panting.
"Look at your cunt!" Li Xiangdong said coldly.
Fang Peijun hurriedly struggled to sit up, spreading her pink legs, as if afraid Li Xiangdong couldn't see clearly, she deliberately parted her rosy lips, letting the white liquid drip onto the ground.
"Not much pee!" Li Xiangdong squatted down, holding up a torch to shine on her.
"Let the Iron Corpse walk back to the palace, then it will pee a little more," Meiji said with a forced smile.
"Never mind, you carry the Iron Corpse on your back," Li Xiangdong said, standing up.
"Why not let the Iron Corpse walk? We're almost there," Meiji asked, puzzled.
"It's almost dawn, once the sun comes out, the Iron Corpse won't be able to walk," Li Xiangdong explained.
"I see," Meiji said, suddenly understanding, finally realizing that although the Iron Corpse was powerful, it wasn't without its flaws.
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The Demon-Slaying Assembly convened by Abbot Dajue of Shaolin Temple finally began. Ding Ling arrived the latest and was the youngest, so she could only attend as a guest of honor.
The meeting was filled with bad news!
"The Holy Maiden is still injured and unable to lead us in the fight against the demons. Abbess Jingxu has already told everyone about the meeting. Of the nine gangs and thirteen sects, perhaps only we are left to fight the Asura Sect to the death." Dajue sighed deeply, and without waiting for further questions, said with a worried expression, "You must have already heard about the tragic massacre of the Jiangdu Sect by the Poison Dragon Master.
"According to Ding Ling of the Soft Bone Sect, all the experts from the three gangs and six sects in the south who accompanied Zhu Yi of the Iron Sword Sect to the Poison Dragon Temple to demand justice were killed, their bodies lying at the foot of Black Mist Mountain, with no survivors.
"After Zhu Yi's death, the Iron Sword Sect was in chaos, and the three gangs and six sects were also leaderless and filled with fear. I have already sent a letter to the disciples stationed in the south of our temple to report on the current situation of each sect as soon as possible, and then decide whether to invite them to join us in fighting the demons.
"Among them, the Sanshui Gang, whose leader Jiao Meng recently died suddenly, has fallen apart and is now acting independently. It seems that it is finished."
"The Bashan Sect and the Crescent Moon Alliance recently clashed again over the establishment of checkpoints. After several battles, the Crescent Moon Alliance suffered a crushing defeat. Their leader, Lu Dan, and his wife went missing, and the new leader of the Bashan Sect was also killed by Lu Dan. My uncle, Liu Guang, took over as leader. This man is unruly and it's difficult to tell who is friend or foe, so I haven't sent an invitation yet..."
"These past few days, I've received several urgent reports from our southern disciples. Rumors are circulating that various sects have submitted to the Asura Sect, and some have even offered up their sect's most prized treasures." Sang Shu, the Beggar Clan leader
, interrupted Da Jue. "There's also a letter from the Snow Mountain Sect stating that they won't participate in the alliance. I believe it's because Cold-Faced Yama still harbors resentment towards me for strongly opposing the election of the martial arts alliance leader back then. I'll send another letter to invite them later, and I hope they can understand." Da Jue continued after the discussion caused by Sang Shu's words had quieted down.
"The Cold-Faced Yama is narrow-minded and acts stubbornly. Master, please don't take it to heart," said Tan Duan, a master of the Eagle Claw Sect. "I have a past with him. After this meeting, I will immediately go to the Snow Mountain and hope to persuade him to change his mind."
"Thank you for your trouble, Benefactor Tan," Da Jue nodded. "Besides, the Golden Wheel Gang, the Dangyang Gang, and the Pai Sect have not responded. This old monk doesn't know what their plans are."
"The Golden Wheel Gang and the Dangyang Gang are embroiled in a fierce battle for territory, and recently they have even been at each other's throats. They probably won't have time to participate," said Ye Neng, the leader of the Six Harmonies Sect.
"Since the death of the old leader of the Pai Sect, the current leader, Wu Huasheng, has been excluding upright people, acting against the natural order, and is also closely associated with demons. There's no point in hoping for anything from him," sneered Sun Bu'er, the leader of the Seven Star Gang.
"More than just closely associated, I've received information that Xing Yunzi is now the Pai Sect's strategist," Ye Neng said angrily.
“Xingyunzi is one of the Five Demons, skilled in bewitching and seductive arts. Could Wu Huasheng have fallen for his tricks?” Cheng Kang, the leader of the Zhurong Sect, scratched his head and said.
“I’ve met Xingyunzi once. His bewitching arts are just unorthodox techniques. Ordinary people might be fooled by him, but if they encounter someone with a strong will or a master with profound internal strength, they’re nothing special.” Wuxin Daoist, the leader of the Kongtong Sect, said dismissively, “The Pai Sect also has some ancestral strange arts. Since Wu Huasheng associated with him, he must have been on guard. How could he have fallen for his tricks?”
"As far as I know, Xingyunzi's bewitching magic, when combined with drugs, is not to be underestimated," Jingxu added.
"Xingyunzi is a minor matter; the Asura Sect and Li Xiangdong are our real threats," Sangshu said in a deep voice. "The attack on Ciyun Nunnery and the subsequent chaos among the southern sects, along with the annihilation of many experts, all seem to be related to him. This is a harbinger of great change. If we don't take precautions soon, we risk nurturing a tiger that will eventually turn on us."
"Old beggar, isn't this just alarmist talk?" Wuxin Daoist sneered. "Ciyun Nunnery only has one expert, Abbess Jingwu. She can't fight alone. Among the southern sects, apart from Zhuyi who has some skill, most of the others are just empty names. No one witnessed it firsthand; who knows what happened? Is Li Xiangdong comparable to Yuchi Yuan?"
"What alarmist talk? You old bastard, the Five Demons are already a headache enough. Even if Li Xiangdong is not as good as Yuchi Yuan, we cannot let our guard down," Sangshu said angrily.
"Stop arguing, you two," Dajue said, stopping their quarrel. "Junior Brother Dafang fought Li Xiangdong for the sake of Weiwu Fortress. Let's hear what he has to say."
"Li Xiangdong is far more powerful than the Five Demons..." Dafang chanted a Buddhist prayer, recounting his crushing defeat with resentment. He concluded, "I dare say that even in martial arts, I am no match for him, let alone in demonic magic. If it weren't for the Holy Maiden's Demon-Subduing Handkerchief, I'm afraid I wouldn't be here today." "
After this battle, I think Baicaosheng will likely defect to the Asura Cult," the wise old man Chen Tong pondered.
"I also suspect that the tiger and that alluring woman might be the henchmen of the Five Demons, the wicked tiger's wife. Add to that the Heavenly Fox, and these demons are not easy to deal with either," Dafang sighed.
"A young man who appeared out of nowhere, could he be that powerful?" Cheng Kang said with skepticism. "His martial arts are alright, but what's most worrying is his sorcery."
"Most sorcery is nothing more than illusions, plus poison and hidden weapons. Unless it's Yuchi Yuan resurrected, sorcerers like the Five Demons aren't anything special," Wuxin Daoist said casually.
"If sorcery were so easy to deal with, we wouldn't need the Holy Maiden's Demon-Subduing Handkerchief," Sangshu muttered to himself.
"The most important thing now is to unite and devise a plan. The most urgent thing is to find the whereabouts of the nuns at Ciyun Nunnery as soon as possible. Whether they are alive or dead, we need to decide that quickly," Dajue quickly changed the subject, fearing that Wuxin and Sangshu would start arguing again.
"Ding Ling, do you have any news about them?" Jingxu had wanted to ask this question for a long time.
“I went up Ciyun Mountain and inquired with the local residents at the foot of the mountain, but no one found a large number of nuns coming down. It seems they should still be in the mountain, but with the tomb-sweeping season approaching, there's no time to search carefully. So, soldiers were dispatched from Qingyuan to search the mountain…” Ding Ling replied.
“Did they find them?” Jingxu asked impatiently.
“I also sent people to search the mountain, but apart from the burned-down Ciyun Nunnery, there shouldn't be anywhere that could accommodate so many people,” Dajue said doubtfully.
"When I was sweeping the graves on the Double Ninth Festival, I was ambushed by Li Xiangdong and even fought with the Heavenly Fox..."
Ding Ling recounted the ordeal and the conversation she overheard between Li Xiangdong and Mei Ji. "Afterwards, I sent out two messenger finches. One informed the sect leader to devise a plan to capture Hong Die, and the other flew to Ciyun Mountain, ordering the soldiers to retreat immediately, leaving only spies to monitor the situation. Sure enough, they discovered that Li Xiangdong entered a cave. Although there was nothing inside, I suspect that it was the entrance to the Demon Palace, and the sisters of Ciyun Nunnery might be imprisoned inside."
"Why didn't you go in to rescue them?!" Wuxin sneered.
"You old Taoist, you make it sound so easy. Who knows how many people are inside? Attacking without knowing the situation would be suicide!" Sang Shu cursed.
"I knew my martial arts were no match for Li Xiangdong's, and I was helpless against demonic arts, so I didn't act rashly," Ding Ling said with a wry smile.
"Yes, planning before acting is the way of the wise," Da Fang said meaningfully.
"We stormed the Demon Palace back then, and what happened?" Tan Duan sighed.
It seemed the heroes suffered heavy casualties, many echoing his sentiments, some even showing fear.
"Is Li Xiangdong comparable to Yuchi Yuan?" Wuxin retorted.
"Even if he isn't, we shouldn't act rashly," Jingxu nodded. "Besides, they've been trapped in the Demon's clutches for months; there's no rush."
"Ding Ling, do you have any ideas?" Chen Tong asked.
"This junior believes that no matter how difficult it is, we must rescue those sisters in distress, but there are a few problems that are truly difficult to solve," Ding Ling sighed.
"What are those problems?" Jingxu pressed.
"My master told me that the Demon Palace has twenty-four gates. After besieging Yuchi Yuan, under the guidance of the Holy Maiden, we destroyed six of them with Thunderbolt Fire. If the Demon Palace on Ciyun Mountain is the same one from back then, even if we break the demonic spell blocking the gate with the Demon-Subduing Handkerchief, we still won't be able to save them," Ding Ling said solemnly.
"It shouldn't be. The Holy Maiden once resided at Ciyun Nunnery. If there were a gateway to the Demon Palace on the mountain, how could it escape her discerning eyes?" Jingxu pondered.
"That's right. I remember Li Xiangdong called that place a pigsty. It shouldn't be the Demon Palace," Dingling said with relief.
"Why is it called a pigsty?" Ye Neng asked curiously.
"I don't know either. It's probably not a good place," Dingling sighed. "But he can build a dwelling in the mountainside. His demonic magic must be no weaker than that of Yuchi Yuan back then."
"That's the key. This person is unfathomable, and we don't know how many capable people he has under his command. We can't fight him head-on," Chen Tong nodded.
"We already know of the Heavenly Fox Beauty, the Evil Tiger's Wife, and Baicaosheng. Just these few demons are already difficult to deal with," Dajue said with a worried expression. "
Perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope," Dingling pondered.
"How can we save them?" Jingxu asked anxiously.
“If the pigsty wasn’t the location of the Demon Palace, Li Xiangdong wouldn’t have made it his home. Before I left, I set up sentries around Ciyun Mountain to wait for them and monitor those coming and going. On the other hand, the three elders of our sect are trying to persuade Hongdie to surrender, hoping to learn more about the Demon Sect’s true strength…” Ding Ling said.
“What good will knowing do? It still won’t save anyone,”
Wuxin sneered. “Let me hear more before I speak,” Sangshu said, dissatisfied.
“I plan to borrow five thousand troops from the Qingyuan garrison commander and invite many experts to ambush nearby. We’ll seize any opportunity to strike,” Ding Ling continued.
“No, matters of the martial world should be settled within the martial world. How can we rely on the government?” Wuxin said angrily. “Besides, those good-for-nothings are useless.”
“Although it is the government’s responsibility to eliminate evil and maintain order, this matter should be resolved by themselves,” Sun Bu’er said, unconvinced.
“It was my recklessness, but Li Xiangdong mobilized quite a few people for his night raid on Ciyun Nunnery. Afterwards, they all disappeared without a trace, just like the other sisters. They are very likely hiding in the pigsty. We can’t afford to lose too few people,” Ding Ling said calmly.
“That’s right. According to the reports from the disciples who managed to escape, there were at least nearly a thousand demonic followers who attacked that day. How could they have fought back without the help of the government?” Jingxu frowned. It turned out that the two disciples thought the evil spirits summoned by Li Xiangdong with the Lustful Prison Soul-Locking Flag were also demonic followers. They only saw that the evil spirits were incredibly powerful, but they didn’t expect them to be incarnations of vengeful ghosts.
“Does the Asura Cult have that many people?” Ye Neng asked incredulously.
“According to my subordinates, the battlefield at the foot of Black Mist Mountain also showed signs of a large-scale battle. It couldn’t have been the work of the Poison Dragon Master; it looks like they were besieged,” Ding Ling said patiently.
“If we mobilize all our forces, we can fight them too,” Wuxin said, still unconvinced. “Back then, Yuchi Yuan’s Asura Cult also had a large and powerful force.”
“But back then, there was a Holy Maiden who could fight Yuchi Yuan. Who can deal with Li Xiangdong today?” Sun Bu’er said, seemingly disheartened.
Mentioning the Holy Maiden, everyone's spirits dampened, and they felt greatly discouraged, realizing their chances of victory had diminished significantly.
"Therefore, it's not advisable to fight head-on right now. We should outwit the Asura Cult, not fight with brute force. We should wait for the right moment, and once the Holy Maiden recovers, it will be the end for the demons," Chen Tong said
, trying to rouse the crowd. "That's right! As long as we work together, we can surely slay the demons," Da Jue said solemnly. "Besides the Nine Gangs and Thirteen Sects, there are many righteous masters and extraordinary individuals. With the help of many, the demons will not be able to run rampant."
"Unless we willingly become enslaved by the demons, we must fight on regardless of whether the Holy Maiden is there or not,"
Wu Xin said excitedly. "You old Taoist, of all that you've said, only this resonates with me. Yes, if we're willing to fight, there's hope. If we can rescue Ciyun's nuns, it should be able to suppress Li Xiangdong's arrogance," Sang Shu clapped his hands and exclaimed.
“Ding Ling, you just said you were waiting for an opportunity,” Jingxu asked. “What opportunity are you waiting for? How long do you want to wait?”
“This… this junior doesn’t know either,” Ding Ling said, her face flushed. “To be honest, this junior only fears Li Xiangdong. As long as he leaves, we’ll have a chance. I believe it won’t be long.”
“Nonsense! This is like trying to catch fish by climbing a tree, a waste of time,” Wuxin said angrily.
“Besides this, this junior has no other way,” Ding Ling said shamefully. “But when Li Xiangdong parted ways with Hongdie, he said he would return to the Demon Palace. He hasn’t appeared at Ciyun Mountain yet. If he doesn’t go back to the pigsty, that will be our chance.”
“Very good. This humble nun has brought twelve masters from our sect. We’ll go with you,” Jingxu said resolutely. “If we can’t find an opportunity to rescue them, I can also go to Sanxiang. I hope I can persuade the old lady of the Tang Clan to agree to join us in slaying demons.”
“This old man will go with you,” Chen Tong nodded.
“The old beggar will go too,” Sangshu chimed in.
“Junior Brother Dafang, you lead the Eighteen Arhats and represent our temple,” Dajue said.
“This humble Taoist doesn’t have that much free time,” Wuxin snorted.
“Ding Ling, you escaped using our sect’s smoke bombs. It seems these little things are still useful. I’ll give you a few more for emergencies. I won’t go to Ciyun Mountain with you, because I have important matters to attend to,” Cheng Kang said with a smile.
“Cheng Kang, you’re really stingy. What use are a few smoke bombs? Don’t you have any Thunderbolts?” Sang Shu complained.
“No, Thunderbolts are too vicious. After killing Yuchi Yuan, they stopped making them. I’m going back to have them start making them again to use against the Asura Cult,” Cheng Kang shook his head.
“This old man plans to go to the Snow Mountain to see the Cold-Faced Yama,” Tan Duan said. Ye Neng and Sun Bu’er also found excuses to indicate that they would not participate in the rescue.
“If it weren’t for the direct confrontation with Li Xiangdong, these people would be enough.” Dajue nodded and said, “Let’s use the communication method of the Demon-Slaying Alliance from back then to exchange information.”
The group continued to discuss other matters, and Jingxu distributed the demon-subduing talismans he had prepared to everyone for use against the enemy. Chen Tong did not suggest that Ding Ling take charge of the overall situation again, probably understanding that it was not the right time. [Episode 4, Chapter 4:

The Storm in the Black Prison] Hongdie lay in bed for three whole days before her injuries subsided. However, her beautiful body still bore many bruises and black finger marks, making it impossible to forget the extent of the harm she suffered in the death row that day. In the past few days, Hongdie had not been tortured again, but Qian Bin came to visit her every day, under the guise of examining her injuries, and subjected her to all sorts of humiliation. He even deprived her of clothes, leaving her only a tattered cloth to cover her shame, making Hongdie unable to eat or sleep. “Are you feeling better today? Are you willing to speak?” Qian Bin came again. “I don’t know… I don’t know anything!” Hongdie shouted, her voice filled with bravado but her heart breaking. "Then you'll have to try something new!" Qian Bin sneered. "Zhong Rong, come in!" Nakamura Rong entered, his feet still bound in heavy shackles, a thick rope slung over his shoulder. Seeing him, Hongdie knew the nightmare had begun again. "Sir, which position do you prefer?" Nakamura Rong asked obsequiously. "You said there are thirteen positions to choose from, let me see them all!" Qian Bin nodded. "Weren't you in a hurry for her to confess?" Nakamura Rong asked curiously. " Seeing how stubborn she is, there's no point in rushing her," Qian Bin said with a sly smile. "Yes, sir." Nakamura Rong removed the tattered cloth covering Hongdie. "What are you doing?" Hongdie cried out in fear, shrinking into a ball, covering her private parts with her hands. Although the two men had touched her body, the memory of being gang-raped terribly terrified history would repeat itself. "I'm going to tie you up." Nakamura Sakae twisted the rag into a rope, tied two knots in the middle, and said, "If you know what's good for you, don't struggle, or you'll get hurt." "No...!" Red Butterfly cried out in terror. "If she knew what's good for her, she would have confessed already." Qian Sen grinned maliciously, roughly pulled Red Butterfly's hands away, and twisted her arms behind her back. "It hurts!" Red Butterfly cried out in pain. "If you're afraid of pain, don't struggle." Nakamura Sakae put down the rope, first hanging the long rope around Red Butterfly's neck, then wrapping it around her arms, and then skillfully binding her behind her back. "Your technique is quite skillful." Qian Bin praised. "I'm a knot-tying master in Japan, specializing in binding women, so I've become proficient through practice." Nakamura Sakae, worried that Qian Bin would realize he still had martial arts skills, quickly explained. "Japan? Are you Japanese?" Qian Bin asked in astonishment. "...No, I once went to Japan with a fishing boat and learned this craft there." Nakamura Sakae secretly regretted letting it slip and could only make up an excuse to cover it up. "What does a knot-tying master do? Why do they tie up women?" Qian Bin asked curiously. "Japanese people are short and ugly, and they don't know how to please women. They are often ridiculed by women who think they are great. Some people take pleasure in tormenting women, and many more like to tie up women for their own purposes." Kimura Sakae bound Hongdie's chest and said, "A knot-tying master must be proficient in the technique of tying up women. He must make them suffer, but he can't damage their bodies. It takes a lot of thought." "Why didn't you continue doing it?" Qian Bin asked. "The income of a knot-tying master is meager. I work for others all day long, and it's all for show, not for profit. That's why I gritted my teeth and did it..." Nakamura Sakae said with shame. "You just came back to be a womanizer?" Qian Bin laughed loudly. "Who told me to love this kind of thing myself?" Nakamura Sakae said with a bitter smile. "No...this can't be...let me go!" At that moment, Red Butterfly cried out pitifully. It turned out that after binding her arms tightly, Nakamura Sakae used the remaining rope to tie Red Butterfly's ankles, forcibly pulling her legs up and binding them behind her neck, forcing her body into a curled-up position, leaving her two secret orifices completely exposed to the air. "This is the first move of 'Do As You Please'," Nakamura Sakae said, picking up a cloth rope with two knots tied around its edge and placing it near Red Butterfly's lips. "Open your mouth." "No...!" Red Butterfly cried out once, but Nakamura Sakae stuffed a knot the size of an orange into her cherry-like mouth and then tied it horizontally, preventing her from crying out. "Why gag her?" Qian Bin asked. "This way she won't make a sound," Nakamura Sakae explained. "If she can't cry out, she can't express her physical pain, which is especially uncomfortable." "It seems she's not suffering too much?" Qian Bin frowned. “At first she might be able to bear it, but once she’s tied up, her blood and qi won’t circulate properly, and her whole body will ache. The longer it goes on, the more painful it will be. No torture can compare to this.” Nakamura Sakae lewdly said, “If she were a respectable woman, being tied up like this would make her so ashamed she would die.”

"Although she's promiscuous, she's still a respectable woman," Qian Bin said with a grin, stroking her fair, rosy breasts that resembled plump mounds.
Although Hongdie's martial arts were crippled, she had practiced flexible bone techniques since childhood, making her joints much more flexible than ordinary people. What seemed like torture was actually just like daily practice; it wasn't a big deal. As Nakamura Sakae said, what she couldn't bear was the exposure of her two secret orifices, which made her both ashamed and angry, prompting her to use telepathy.
"Nakamura Sakae, when did I offend you? Why are you torturing me like this?" Hongdie cursed.
"My dear aunt, if it weren't for this, how would he believe it?" Nakamura Sakae said aggrievedly, "If it weren't for you, you would have stuffed the knotted rope into my cunt; that would be real suffering."
"No, please don't!" Hongdie cried out in fear.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you," Nakamura Sakae laughed.
"Did the cult leader tell you when he'll come to rescue us?" Hongdie asked. She had repeatedly begged Li Xiangdong to set off sooner, but he always made excuses, saying he needed time to prepare.
"No, and even if he did, it wouldn't matter. I can't imagine how he could possibly save us," Nakamura Rong sighed.
"Then what do we do? Oh!" Hongdie let out a soft moan. It turned out that Qian Bin was rubbing her slightly sunken cleft, making her feel quite uncomfortable.
"Let's wait. What else can we do but wait?" Nakamura Rong said with a wry smile.
"Zhong Rong, this move can be considered free and unrestrained. Are the other twelve moves like this too?" Qian Bin asked with a smile, his finger slowly moving towards the chrysanthemum cave.
"Yes, each move also highlights the girl's charming beauty, allowing men to appreciate these two alluring caves from different angles," Nakamura Rong nodded.
“You guys were really ruthless that day, actually exploring all three holes, front, back, and top.” Qian Bin pointed to the bright red fleshy hole and said, “Look, it’s burst here too.”
“Men in death row haven’t touched a woman in who knows how long. Let alone someone as beautiful as her, even a shrew wouldn’t let her go.” Nakamura Hiroshi said with shame.
“She and the Chief Constable are known as the Twin Beauties of Soft Bones, so of course she’s beautiful. You death row inmates really got a good deal.” Qian Bin said regretfully.
“I think she’s much prettier than Ding Ling.” Nakamura Rong said with a strange look on his face, really hoping that the beauty in front of him was Ding Ling.
“You… yes, it was the Chief Constable who brought you back, so you’ve seen her.” Qian Bin said as if he had realized something. “Do you still hate her?”
“How could I dare? Besides, she’s an official, and I’m a thief. I’ve broken the law and should accept my punishment.” Nakamura Rong said against his will.
“That’s the right way to think about it,” Qian Bin nodded. “Actually, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. She’s quite a beauty, but her lewdness and shamelessness make her far inferior to even a fraction of the Chief Constable!”
Hongdie groaned angrily, wishing she could tear Qian Bin to pieces.
“It seems she’s not so lewd,” Nakamura Rong said, seemingly trying to appease Hongdie.
“A young woman of marriageable age, seducing two men before marriage and betraying her sect—no wonder she’s a harlot!” Qian Bin said dismissively.
“What you say, sir, is fine,” Nakamura Rong said, not wanting to argue.
“How long will she be bound before she starts to suffer?” Qian Bin asked.
“I think… an hour,” Nakamura Rong said hesitantly.
“Alright, I’ll treat you to a drink. Tell me what other methods the Japanese use to punish women,” Qian Bin chuckled.
“Thank you, sir!” Nakamura Rong said happily.
“Don’t tell him!” Hongdie cried out in alarm.
"
Nakamura Sakae, where are you? Come back quickly and untie me! My back hurts so much, it feels like it's going to break!" Hongdie cried out in a telepathic message. She had been bound for a long time, her ankles pressed under her neck, her whole body folded up, completely unable to move. Besides the excruciating pain in her back, every bone in her body ached terribly; it was truly unbearable.
"I'm locked up next to you now. Qian Bin hasn't said anything, so I can't untie you even if I wanted to," Nakamura Sakae replied.
"Where did he go?" Hongdie asked.
"I don't know," Nakamura Sakae sighed. It wasn't that he didn't know, but he didn't want to tell Hongdie to avoid being blamed.
"When will you untie me?" Hongdie groaned.
"Just bear with it a little longer. I believe it won't take more than an hour," Nakamura Sakae said. "Because I told him it couldn't be more than three hours, otherwise he would hurt you."
"Would he really hurt me?" Hongdie exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes, but even an ordinary person can endure four or five hours. You should be able to endure a little longer,” Nakamura Rong said with a smile.
“Why didn’t you release me sooner?” Red Butterfly said angrily. Perhaps because Nakamura Rong was distracting her, the pain in her body didn’t seem so unbearable.
“Otherwise, how would he believe me?” Nakamura Rong said. “Not locking me up in the death row is to prove that I’m not lying to him, so it’s easier to make my move.”
“Easy for what?” Red Butterfly asked, puzzled.
“Easy to witness my Thirteen Styles of Free Will.” Nakamura Rong chuckled.
“You’ve killed me!” Red Butterfly exclaimed angrily. “Besides these damned Thirteen Styles, isn’t there any other way to buy time?”
“There is, but other methods are much more vicious, and you probably wouldn’t be able to endure them.” Nakamura Rong said with a strange laugh.
Red Butterfly didn’t doubt Nakamura Rong’s words and changed her mind, saying, “You…you ask the cult leader when he’s coming to save me.”
“Why don’t you ask?” Nakamura Rong asked curiously.
“He’s been asking so many times, he’s getting impatient. He keeps telling us to wait a few more days. If we ask again, he might yell at us,” Hongdie said pitifully.
“If you don’t dare ask, why should I?” Nakamura Rong shouted.
“Oh no, Qian Bin is coming in!” Hongdie suddenly cried out in fear.
“You have to pretend you’re suffering terribly, then he’ll believe you,” Nakamura Rong urged.
“What’s there to pretend? I’m really suffering so much…!” Hongdie cried out, “Ouch… no!”
“What is it?” Nakamura Rong asked.
“He… sob… he’s digging at me…!” Hongdie cried.
“Dig at what?” Nakamura Rong gasped for breath. He knew what Qian Bin had done without Hongdie needing to answer.
Hongdie didn’t answer, but after a while, she cried out in terror, “What is that?”
“What what?” Nakamura Rong cried anxiously, sighing inwardly that while telepathy was incredibly magical, it was ultimately futile, a mere sound without a trace.
“A hair’s breadth…don’t touch me…help me…oh my god…!” Red Butterfly cried out.
Nakamura Sakae understood; Qian Bin must have learned how the Japanese punished adulteresses and had somehow found a sex toy to try it out.
“Nakamura Sakae…help…help me…he’s going to kill me…!” Red Butterfly cried out again, but intermittently. When she wasn’t speaking, there was silence; she was too busy crying out in pain to communicate telepathically.
“Scream loudly, scream out loud, and it won’t hurt so much,” Nakamura Sakae shouted excitedly.
Nakamura Sakae believed that Red Butterfly must have screamed as he said, because she didn’t make a sound. The deathly silence in his heart made him unbearably itchy. It wasn’t hard to imagine how moving that scream would be, and he longed to pin her down and release his long-suppressed animalistic desires.
After a long time, Qian Bin opened the cell door. Seeing the satisfied smile on his face, Nakamura Sakae knew that he had been satisfied.
“Go and untie her,” Qian Bin said, beckoning. “It’s really fun to do it while she’s tied up!”
Nakamura Sakae was more than happy to oblige, and quickly picked up the shackles, taking three steps in two, and followed Qian Bin into the next cell.
Hongdie lay limp on the bed, covered in sweat and panting. Her vulva, pointing upwards, was stained with filth, clearly not yet cleaned. At her feet lay a wet, fake-looking dandruff stick—Qian Bin must have brought her a sex toy.
"Has she confessed?" Nakamura Sakae began untying Hongdie's ropes, and asked insincerely when Qian Bin wasn't looking.
"No, but don't bother, I have plenty of time!" Qian Bin chuckled.
"You should let her rest tomorrow." Nakamura Sakae didn't want to let him off too easily, and laughed, "If she's bound for two days straight, it'll damage her."
"Fine, I need a rest too." Seeing Nakamura Sakae lower Hongdie's legs, his hands kneading her thighs, Qian Bin said unhappily, "What are you doing?"
"I'm just massaging her joints, hoping she'll recover quickly," Nakamura Sakae said, making excuses.
"Let me handle it, I understand," Qian Bin chuckled.
After
the meeting, Ding Ling and the others immediately set off for Qingyuan. Unexpectedly, upon their return, they received news of secret agents stationed at Ciyun Mountain.
"Seniors, I just received a report that a man who looks like Wang Jie, the fake blind man from the Four Evils, led seven or eight hundred strong men down the mountain. With so many gone, Pigsty's strength must be greatly reduced; perhaps this is our chance to strike," Ding Ling said excitedly. "
The Asura Sect is making such a large-scale mobilization; what is their true intention? We cannot be careless!" Chen Tong warned.
"This is indeed a concern, but we already have secret agents tracking them. These many people shouldn't escape my surveillance," Ding Ling said confidently. "If we can successfully breach Pigsty, we can return and catch them all in one fell swoop."
"Won't Li Xiangdong stay at Pigsty?" Jing Xu asked, frowning.
"Probably not. I suspect these troops are heading to the Demon Palace to rendezvous with him, which is why they've taken action. We should still have time," Ding Ling said with a smile.
"When do we set off?" Sang Shu asked.
"No time to lose! I'll immediately go to the General's Mansion to borrow troops and set off tonight, hoping to make it in time for the attack tomorrow morning," Ding Ling said, rubbing her hands together eagerly. Ding
Ling hadn't expected Wang Jie to lead the demon army with such incredible speed and magical abilities. The spies who were pursuing them never dreamed they would suddenly lose sight of so many people. They assumed they hadn't gone far and were only focused on chasing after them separately, failing to report in time, thus missing a crucial opportunity.
****
"How many invincible divine soldiers did you bring?" That very night, Li Xiangdong met Wang Jie outside Yanzhou City.
"About eight hundred," Wang Jie replied, leering at Liu Qingping and Fang Peijun, whom he had never met before. He thought to himself that Li Xiangdong was truly remarkable, always surrounded by rare beauties.
"Nothing happened, right?" Li Xiangdong asked.
"No, the soldiers searched the mountain but found nothing. They retreated shortly after the leader left. I sent people out to scout, and everything has returned to normal," Wang Jie replied.
"Are there any more sows that died?" Li Xiangdong nodded.
"Two died, and one breeding sow also died in childbirth," Wang Jie said with shame. "Now we only have one hundred more sows and four breeding sows left. At this rate, I'm afraid we won't be able to create an invincible army of ten thousand."
"Let's do our best. I miscalculated; I didn't expect so many sows to die in childbirth," Li Xiangdong sighed. "Unfortunately, breeding sows need a foundation in internal energy to conceive the demon seed, and it won't be easy to find more suitable candidates in a short time."
"If there were more places like Ciyun Nunnery, it would be easier," Wang Jie laughed.
"Everyone keep an eye out, there might be some," Li Xiangdong nodded. "Tomorrow morning, Meiji and I will enter the city first. After everything is arranged, you will enter the city in batches like this. We'll make our move after nightfall. Leave the main force of the Invincible Divine Soldiers outside the city to provide support and intercept the pursuers. Afterwards, return to the Divine Palace to regroup."
"We only have this many people entering the city. Are we enough?" Wang Jie asked in astonishment.
"Have you forgotten my Lustful Prison Soul-Locking Flag?" Li Xiangdong laughed loudly.
****
After receiving Li Xiangdong's message that he had decided to break into the prison to rescue people that night, Hongdie was originally overjoyed, but now she was in tears, moaning "Hehe." It turned out that after lunch, Nakamura Sakae had been ordered to tie her up again.
This was the second move of the Thirteen Styles of Freedom. Hongdie had a rope tied across her mouth, her hands and feet were pressed under her body, her jade wrists and ankles were tied together, and her delicate body, like white jade, lay supine on the bed like an arched bridge, her three points fully exposed, extremely embarrassing.
"Want to try the Soul-Separating Stick?" Qian Bin asked, holding the hairy stick and fiddling with Hongdie's breasts.
"………………!" Hongdie shook her head violently in fear, her cries of agony piercing the air. That day, Qian Bin had used this very hairy stick to penetrate her urethra, causing her excruciating pain before raping her. She was still shaken; it was no wonder she was terrified.
"Don't you like it? Then try this good stuff," Qian Bin said, bringing over a bottle of medicinal wine.
"Sir, what is this?" Nakamura Sakae asked curiously.
"This is a medicinal wine used in brothels to attract prostitutes. Whether applied externally or taken internally, it will make you aroused." Qian Bin poured a little of the medicinal wine into his palm and lewdly said, "Didn't you say the most interesting thing was to squeeze out all the lustful energy from a slut?"
"…………!" Hongdie screamed in terror, but she couldn't stop Qian Bin from touching her all over. She then used her mind to scream, "Nakamura Sakae, tell him to stop!"
"Bear with it, the leader is about to break in." Nakamura Sakae sighed, having received news that Li Xiangdong was about to attack.
"Bear with it? How can anyone bear it?" Hongdie cursed.
"What do you feel?" Nakamura Sakae asked.
"...I don't feel anything..." Hongdie replied.
It wasn't that she felt nothing at all. Qian Bin's palm was quite hot, and touching her smooth, silky skin made Hongdie's lips dry, her head dizzy, and she felt strangely uncomfortable.
“If you don’t feel anything, that’s fine. Don’t think about anything. The cult leader will come to save us soon,” Nakamura Sakae said with a sigh of relief, staring intently at Qian Bin’s strange hands, his expression a mixture of envy and jealousy.
“No… this can’t be!” Hongdie cried out again, not because she knew Nakamura Sakae couldn’t help, but because she was using the cry to suppress her fear.
It’s no wonder Hongdie was afraid, because Qian Bin actually opened his pink labia and slowly poured the medicinal wine into her vagina.
The feeling of the medicinal wine being poured into her vagina was quite unpleasant. The icy liquid made Hongdie feel as if she had fallen into a cold river. A chill ran through her body and straight to her heart, making her shiver, her jaw chatter, and her stomach swell up, as if she needed to urinate but couldn’t. It was an indescribable discomfort.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long for her vagina to overflow, and Qian Bin stopped immediately. Instead, he moved the wine bottle to Hongdie’s lips and poured it into her tightly bound mouth.
Despite not understanding the potency of the medicinal wine, Nakamura Sakae secretly shook his head. This kind of double attack, from both inside and outside, was probably the method brothels used to deal with the most stubborn prostitutes. He wondered if Hongdie could withstand it and couldn't help but ask in a whisper, "Can you feel anything now?"
"I don't know... the medicinal wine is sickeningly sweet... is it really an aphrodisiac?" Hongdie gasped. Because the cloth was tied across her mouth, most of the medicinal wine poured into her mouth was absorbed by the cloth, preventing her from choking.
"Sickeningly sweet?" Nakamura Sakae's mind raced, and he asked, "Sir, is this made with pomegranate flowers and sweet as honey?"
"You do have good taste," Qian Bin said with a smile as he poured out the wine.
"I've heard of it. A small cup is enough to make someone horny to the bone. She ate so much...?" Nakamura Sakae asked in surprise.
"She's a harlot anyway, what's the harm in eating a little more!" Qian Bin said with a sly smile.
"What will happen if she eats too much?" Hongdie cried out in fear.
"Nothing, as long as there are men, it'll be fine," Kimura Sakae relayed.
Of course, the truth was not so simple. Pomegranate flowers are an extremely aphrodisiac herb, and the sweet-as-honey brew is made from it. It is said that the drug's effects are long-lasting. Brothels use it to feed women who refuse to become prostitutes, and each time they only use a small cup. Qian Bin used a whole bottle, and the consequences were truly unimaginable.
"Go back, this is none of your business," Qian Bin gestured for Nakamura Sakae to leave.
"No... don't go!" Hongdie groaned, starting to feel her lips and tongue dry and her whole body burning hot, knowing that the aphrodisiac was taking effect.
Ding
Ling had already informed the Qingyuan garrison commander, who, upon learning of her plan to mobilize troops to encircle and annihilate the bandits who had raided Ciyun Temple, immediately agreed. He even personally led his troops out overnight, completely surrounding Ciyun Mountain by dawn.
Chen Tong and his group, having fought against the Asura Sect for years, knew that demonic magic was most vulnerable to sunlight and suggested attacking at noon. Ding Ling agreed, taking the opportunity to mobilize troops and seal off all escape routes.
At midday, the group of experts led their troops to the cave they suspected was the entrance to a pigsty. Abbess Jingxu, wielding her demon-subduing handkerchief, led the charge, successfully breaking through the demonic magic blocking the entrance. The army surged in, but surprisingly, only a dozen or so strong men came out to fight.
Everyone thought they could easily deal with these incorrigible villains, but to their surprise, these villains were fierce and warlike, fearless of death, and refused to retreat even when wounded, ultimately being killed.
After killing the dozen or so stubborn villains, the group immediately began a search, capturing dozens of panicked strong men. They learned that these were the managers of the demon's den, while the villains who refused to surrender were actually invincible divine soldiers used for fertilization.
Although the heroes were completely confused, the invincible divine soldiers' fighting prowess and tenacity made them wary. Then, they discovered the imprisoned nuns of Ciyun Mountain, gradually uncovering a horrifying human tragedy.
Nearly a hundred young nuns, referred to as "sows," had hair that was over an inch long, and none of them were naked. Some had large bellies, indicating they were about to give birth, while others had protruding bellies, suggesting they were pregnant. However, they were haggard, their expressions blank, and they remained silent and unresponsive to any questions.
"Master Jingxu, you and Ding Ling stay and question them. Let's see what else is inside," Chen Tong said, suppressing his shock, as he and Sang Shu and Da Fang, who dared not look any further, withdrew outside the door.
Jingxu nodded blankly, looking at the pitiful nuns in her sect with a heart full of grief and indignation. She was completely flustered and didn't know where to begin.
"Seniors, please find some clothes for yourselves," Ding Ling sighed.
"Those scoundrels!" Jingxu cursed angrily, turning to the Qingcheng disciples who had come to help but were now speechless with shock, and said, "Everyone, look around!"
"Who are you?" Ding Ling, observant, noticed more than a dozen middle-aged women wearing clothes cowering in a corner, their faces showing fear, completely different from the nuns who were like walking corpses. She shouted loudly.
"I...we are the midwives who delivered their babies..." one of the bolder ones answered, her voice trembling.
"Where are their clothes?" Jingxu gritted her teeth.
"No...they don't have any clothes."
"How can they not have any?!" Jingxu said, her anger burning.
"They won't let them wear clothes!"
"Master, Ding Ling, come quickly...come and see!" Just then, Sang Shu suddenly shouted from outside.
The two rushed out and first found dozens of boys, clearly divided into groups by age. The youngest appeared to be two or three years old, while the oldest was only eight or ten. Strangely, their faces were all contorted in a grotesque grimace, resembling those of the slain demon soldiers.
Next, they found Yuanqing and three pretty nuns. Like the other imprisoned nuns, they were naked, expressionless, with swollen, red eyes, indicating they had shed many tears.
"Yuanqing, do you still recognize me?" Jingxu asked anxiously, fearing they might be as ignorant as the other nuns, which would be troublesome.
"Uncle-Master!" Yuanqing scrambled to her feet and knelt on the ground.
"Get up and speak," Jingxu helped her up, pressing for details, "What happened?"
"Demons…those demons…!" Yuanqing seemed to have run out of tears, recounting her capture in broken, dreamlike murmurs.
Only then did everyone realize that, including them, there were seven nuns carrying demon seeds; Yuanyi and two other nuns had died in childbirth.
The demonic offspring were all children born to Li Xiangdong and Wang Jie and the female offspring. The dozen or so strong men who were killed were the best demonic offspring; their minds were clearer, and most importantly, they still had reproductive capabilities. They were used to inseminate sows, allowing them to give birth to the demonic army. The lesser demonic offspring served as squad leaders in the demonic army, commanding battles. The sows
imprisoned in the dungeon were the sows; their minds were all destroyed, they were ignorant and mindless, and they were also the main tools for producing invincible divine weapons.
The demonic army born from the sows could not reproduce. Although they only knew how to obey orders, they knew martial arts without needing to learn them, and their combat power was extremely strong; they were the killing machines of the Asura Cult.
"Outside... those children outside...?" Jingxu said incredulously.
“This bastard…it’s our bastard.” Yuan Qing numbly stroked her swollen belly and said, “There’s another one here, it will be born in four or five days.”
Ding Ling, with her keen eye, noticed that Yuan Qing was no different from the other nuns. Her breasts were swollen and plump, like ripe papayas, hanging heavily on her chest, unlike the strong and graceful posture a young woman should have. Her belly, which should have been flat and smooth, was full of wrinkles, making it unpleasant to look at.
The most horrifying thing was that the vulva, which a girl would always carefully protect and cherish like a precious gem
, had become a gaping maw of blood. Two purplish-black labia lazily opened wide, revealing the red fleshy walls. At first glance, it seemed unfathomable and terrifying.
Although Ding Ling was still a virgin, she was worldly-wise and could tell at a glance that Yuan Qing and the others had given birth to many children. She couldn't imagine the torment they had suffered. Suddenly, her heart trembled, and she asked in a trembling voice, "You...how many children have you given birth to?"
"Me?...haha...twelve! Half of them didn't survive!" Yuan Qing laughed maniacally, "Dead...good riddance!"
"Master...Master!" someone screamed again, calling for the disciple Jingxu had brought.
"What are you yelling about? What happened?" Jingxu cursed, only in this way could she vent her shock and sorrow.
"They've given birth...someone's having a baby...!"
The women in labor were in the pigsty, not one, but four at the same time. Fortunately, the pigsty always had hot water, birthing tools, and experienced midwives, so there wasn't too much chaos.
Jingxu and Dingling witnessed four boys being born, as if in a dream. One of them was lifeless and obviously couldn't survive, but the other three threw themselves into the blood-soaked platter, devouring the removed placenta. It was extremely bizarre and terrifying, turning everyone's faces ashen and making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"I found the records left by Wang Jie. In just a few months, they gave birth to a total of 1,500 or 1,600 children. More than 800 didn't survive, dozens died in battle, and Wang Jie took more than 700 to Yanzhou..." Chen Tong, his face filled with shock, returned carrying the account book.
"Yanzhou?!" Dingling's heart trembled. She turned and left, exclaiming, "Oh no! I must inform them immediately!"
"We are in a dangerous place and shouldn't stay any longer. Let's go back and talk about it later. Hurry up and leave," Sangshu called anxiously.
"Yes, take everyone away, and then burn this demon's lair!" Jingxu shouted, seemingly out of control.
In truth, no one wanted to stay. Under Chen Tong's command, after sending away the nuns, prisoners, and dozens of devilish children, the demon's lair was reduced to ashes.
"We should also set off. Let's go back to Qingyuan and talk about it then," Dafang sighed, gazing at the now-burning demon's lair.
"Junior..." Ding Ling hesitated.
"What do you want to say?" Chen Tong asked in a deep voice.
"Junior...Junior plans to lead troops to hunt down Wang Jie's demon army," Ding Ling said through gritted teeth, avoiding Jingxu's gaze.
"That's right. These are all the killing tools of the Asura Cult. The southern experts must have been killed by them. They cannot be left alive," Sang Shu suddenly realized.
“But…” Jingxu hesitated, her expression shifting several times as she thought of these demon soldiers who were also the flesh and blood of Ciyun nuns
. Finally, she resolutely said, “You go ahead. This humble nun will escort them back to Qingyuan.” “What are they going to Yanzhou for? Do they really think they can conquer Yanzhou with such a small force?” Dafang pondered.
“Of course, they won’t launch a full-scale attack on Yanzhou, but they can certainly infiltrate the city and break into the prison.” Chen Tong said solemnly.
“That’s what I was thinking too. I just sent a message by carrier pigeon to the three elders to have the Yanzhou garrison on guard against a prison break.” Ding Ling nodded and said, “It will take at least three or four days to get to Yanzhou from here. If we chase after them on horseback, we should be able to catch up.”
“The demonic cult members all know magic and supernatural powers. If they use magic to march, it will be difficult to catch up.” Chen Tong pondered.
"No way, back then, Yuchi Yuan also kidnapped eighteen concubines of the former leader of the Pai Sect, but we still caught up with them, didn't we?" Sang Shu said dismissively, "How could Wang Jie take away hundreds of people at once?"
"Yes, Yuchi Yuan could only take away seven people with his demonic magic in the end, it seems that was his limit." Da Fang agreed.
"That makes sense, then let's go." Chen Tong nodded, unaware that these demon soldiers were also half-demonic, and Wang Jie still had the Demonic Sect's treasure, the Vermilion Bird Pestle, in his hands, making the situation different from Yuchi Yuan's back then.
Ding Ling was also careless, not sending out any more carrier pigeons, and not instructing Yanzhou to take precautions. She also did not expect that after the three elders received the carrier pigeons, Wang Jie and the others had already infiltrated the city, but coincidentally they ran into the birthday banquet of the Yanzhou garrison commander. The three elders thought that it would take time to come to Yanzhou from Ciyun Mountain, and they still had time to prepare, so they did not report immediately, resulting in a grave mistake.
Red
Butterfly groaned incessantly, her mouth clenching tightly around the cloth strap, her hands gripping the ankles pressed beneath her with fierce intensity, yet she couldn't suppress the burning desire within her.
Since being imprisoned by her master, Red Butterfly had often been consumed by lust, suffering the torment of uncontrollable desire. When she couldn't bear it any longer, she would relieve herself with her fingers, or even use radishes as a substitute. But now, unable to move, she was powerless, and what was worse, her desire was completely out of control, tormenting her from within and without, eroding her fragile nerves, driving Red Butterfly to the brink of madness.
Of course, it was that damned Sweet Honey that was tormenting her!
Applying Sweet Honey to her delicate body felt like it was heating up, a wave of heat that made her dizzy and weak, spreading outwards, awakening caterpillars that seemed to appear out of nowhere, aimlessly burrowing under her skin, practically omnipresent, penetrating every limb and bone.
The fleshy opening beneath her abdomen seemed to have transformed into an anthill, with countless ants surging forth relentlessly from its depths, mercilessly biting at her sensitive spot and ravaging her internal organs, causing Red Butterfly excruciating pain, leaving her utterly disoriented and writhing in agony.
"Thinking of me?" Qian Bin returned, sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with Red Butterfly's breasts.
"…………!" Red Butterfly nodded frantically, uttering incoherent cries, knowing only Qian Bin could deliver her from this torment.
"But will you confess after the pleasure?" Qian Bin asked, kneading her swollen nipples.
Red Butterfly nodded again; she would do anything to escape this torture.
"You're not lying to me, are you?" Qian Bin chuckled strangely, his hand moving downwards.
His cunning fingers burrowed into the wet, fleshy opening. Though the short fingers couldn't reach the depths, it was better than nothing. Hongdie completely forgot her shame and pride, arching her slender waist to meet the attack, seeking only pleasure.
"All the juices are flowing out! This is the true face of a slut, isn't it?!" Qian Bin said, digging vigorously.
Hongdie nodded sadly, afraid Qian Bin would stop, because the tense moment was approaching, hoping to release her burning desire as soon as possible.
"Ah…!" Not knowing where Qian Bin had touched, Hongdie felt as if he had pierced her heart; a surging, tingling sensation welled up from deep within her womb, and she urinated with a long groan.
"Was it good?" Qian Bin continued digging a few more times before withdrawing his wet fingers and asking.
Hongdie nodded blankly. Although the pleasure of release was undeniable, it felt like something was missing, a lingering sense of incompleteness.
“You must not have had enough fun yet,” Qian Bin said, his fingers stroking Hong Die’s body. “But I have to go to the general’s birthday banquet. I’ll let you have your fill of fun when I get back.”
Hong Die turned her pretty face away resentfully, not because she knew she would be humiliated again, but because she was angry that Qian Bin had left at this time. The
one who was going to leave had finally left. After Qian Bin left, the cell returned to quiet, but Hong Die strangely felt lonely and isolated. In her dazed state, the vexing lust raged again.
She didn’t know how much time had passed when she suddenly smelled a foul stench. Then she noticed black smoke billowing from the cell’s ventilation vents. Outside, there was a commotion, a cacophony of voices, and she couldn’t tell what was happening.
“Poison gas!” “Everyone run!” “Let us out…!” “Escape…!” Loud shouts and chaotic footsteps could be heard outside, as if everyone was rushing out of the cell.
Tormented by lust, Red Butterfly was terrified by the sound. She didn't want to die, but she couldn't call for help or move; it seemed she was doomed.
The sounds of running and shouting grew increasingly sparse. She didn't know how many people had run away. Red Butterfly, heartbroken, wept bitterly, her cries growing louder, but it was no use; no one paid any attention.
As Red Butterfly awaited death in despair, Nakamura Sakae finally entered.
"The cult leader has come to save us!" Nakamura Sakae put down his steel knife and untied Red Butterfly's ropes.
"...He...he's there?" Red Butterfly lay limply on the bed, letting Nakamura Sakae do as he pleased. Only after he untied the gag did she gasp for breath.
"Outside," Nakamura Sakae replied. "Can you walk?"
"...!" Red Butterfly shook her head sadly, struggling to pull her delicate hand from beneath her and reach towards her.
"Qian Bin didn't do anything to you?" Nakamura Sakae asked with a strange look as he watched Hongdie pinch her two slender fingers together, digging into her wet, fleshy opening.
"No... poison gas... take me away...!" Hongdie said, digging a few times fiercely, suppressing the pain in her body.
"Don't be nervous, that's not real poison gas, just something the cult leader uses to distract the enemy," Nakamura Sakae laughed.
"Go... hurry up and go!" Hongdie said, as if she hadn't heard him clearly. Knowing that Li Xiangdong had arrived, she didn't want to die even more.
"I'll carry you," Nakamura Sakae said, also eager to escape. He let Hongdie lie on his back, holding a knife in one hand and holding her bare buttocks with the other.
After leaving the cell, Hongdie found that the prison was in chaos. Some cells had been opened, and the prisoners inside had obviously escaped. There were no jailers or guards, which was quite strange.
Nakamura Sakae carried the red butterfly straight to the gate, only to find the prison door wide open, with many figures outside and deafening shouts of killing. He was extremely grateful that Li Xiangdong had brought so many people to break into the prison.
"They're here!" A strange figure with a fox's head and a human body, entirely brown and black, and with a lithe and curvaceous physique, greeted them.
"Is that Meiji?" Nakamura Sakae exclaimed urgently. He had already received Li Xiangdong's telepathic message and knew that the Heavenly Fox Demoness Meiji would be waiting outside the prison.
"Yes, let's go," Meiji nodded.
Nakamura Sakae rushed out with Meiji and found that the battle was almost over. Besides Meiji, there were two women wearing hideous masks and red battle suits, as well as over a hundred ugly, burly men. They were skilled in martial arts, incredibly brave, and slaughtered the guards like vegetables, leaving them screaming in terror and routed.
"Where is the leader?" Nakamura Sakae asked.
"He's outside blocking reinforcements," Meiji said, leading the group into the street.
It was late at night, the shops were long closed, and there were no pedestrians or civilians. The streets should have been quiet, but instead, they were chaotic and noisy. It turned out that the city's garrison was rushing to reinforce from all directions. Kimura Sakae felt a chill run down his spine and knew something was wrong.
"How do we fight our way out?" Nakamura Sakae gripped his steel sword tightly.
"No need to rush," Miki laughed. "The leader will hold them off!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a figure suddenly jumped out from the shadows, blocking the path of the surging army.
The soldiers at the front shouted loudly and charged forward fiercely. A volley of arrows was fired from the ranks, hurling them at the strange man blocking the way. Unexpectedly, the man neither dodged nor flinched, letting the arrows hit him. Nakamura Sakae thought the man must have turned into a hedgehog, but to his surprise, the arrows fell one after another, and he was completely unharmed.
The man also made his move, leaping to the front of the army in two bounds. His arms swung wildly, striking left and right, his attacks unstoppable. Advancing and retreating with the speed of the wind, he single-handedly held off the large contingent of soldiers.
At this moment, Li Xiangdong appeared, followed by a yellow-clad witch. He raised a small black flag, which fluttered in the wind, instantly summoning gusts of eerie wind and ghostly cries. Many humanoid black shadows appeared from nowhere, splitting up to meet the attack.
Nakamura Sakae observed closely; these shadows were formless and intangible, impervious to swords, spears, and halberds. If a soldier was touched by them, he would scream in agony, collapse to the ground, and immediately lose the strength to fight again.
"We should go too," Meiji waved her hand, leading Nakamura Sakae and the others straight to the city gate.
The city gates, which should have been closed, were wide open. A middle-aged man and a dozen burly men stood guard before the gates, surrounded by the corpses of city soldiers. The middle-aged man was Wang Jie, one of the Four Evils, who, along with the Invincible Divine Soldier, had wiped out the unsuspecting city soldiers before opening the gates.
"Where is the leader?" Wang Jie asked.
"He's behind," Mei Ji frowned. "Is that all? There are quite a few pursuers behind us. Can we hold them off?" "
There are still five hundred outside the city. It would be strange if we couldn't hold them off," Wang Jie said arrogantly.
"The leader is here!" Mei Ji cheered.
Sure enough, it was Li Xiangdong and the mysterious yellow-clad witch who arrived. The grotesque, ape-like man hopped and skipped closely behind them, while the pursuers hid at a distance, not daring to approach. It turned out that behind the grotesque man were those shadowy figures of unknown origin. Whenever someone got close, the ghostly shadows would whistle up and intercept the pursuers.
"Where is she injured? How did she get like this?" Li Xiangdong strolled over with an air of nonchalance, his eyes fixed on the naked Hongdie, who was writhing and moaning on Nakamura Sakae's back.
"She's not injured, she just ate something called 'Sweet as Honey'," Nakamura Sakae replied respectfully, his hands tightly gripping Hongdie's pink buttocks to prevent her from falling.
"What's 'Sweet as Honey'?" Li Xiangdong asked curiously.
"It's an aphrodisiac, made with pomegranate flowers..." Nakamura Sakae answered, only then noticing that his palms were wet with a lot of warm liquid dripping from between Hongdie's thighs. He knew it was her vaginal fluid, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Pomegranate flowers?" Li Xiangdong murmured, turning his head and saying, "Wang Jie, you and the Invincible Divine Weapon hold the rear. We'll return to the Divine Palace and wait for you."
****
On the way to Yanzhou, Ding Ling finally encountered the scouts who were chasing the demon army, only to find that Wang Jie and the others had already disappeared. She realized that they were using demonic magic to march, and there was no way to catch them.
As everyone paused in their tracks, they realized how formidable Wang Jie's sorcery was, and that Li Xiangdong was certainly even more powerful than Yuchi Yuan, which filled them with even greater apprehension.
After some discussion, Ding Ling decided to send another carrier pigeon to warn the three elders to be careful. The army continued its journey to Yanzhou, hoping to provide timely assistance to the defending forces. However, everyone was much more nervous, as this trip was highly likely to lead to a battle with Li Xiangdong.

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