The Righteous Man's Search for His Wife [Complete] - 3

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(54) Demanding a Debt from the Princess

When I came out of Jiang Rushui's room, the sun was high in the sky, almost lunchtime.

Thinking that accompanying her to Wuchang would be a good opportunity to gather information about the mothers, I agreed to her request to be her bodyguard.

However, I still couldn't figure out her intentions.

Jiang Rushui's martial arts skills were enough to rank her among the top-tier masters of the martial arts world, and she had the protection of four powerful forces secretly protecting her.

Moreover, as the Princess Consort of Ning, she was of noble status and had Zhou Chenhao's army protecting her; why would she need me?

I walked along, pondering, unable to understand her intentions…

“Hey, you big oaf. What are you doing in my house?” A coquettish voice came from afar.

I looked towards the source of the voice, and all my worries vanished. I smiled slightly, and a word flashed through my mind: “Little fairy.”

A stunningly beautiful girl of about twelve or thirteen years old approached from afar. Her hair was parted on both sides, she had willow-leaf eyebrows, an oval face, a cute little nose, and cherry-like lips. She was still wearing the same pure white silk dress I'd seen her in before.

Jiang Shaling!

"Hey, you big oaf, I'm asking you a question! Why are you still looking like that?" Jiang Shaling snapped.

I glared at her angrily. Last time, she'd even swindled me out of some money for a face mask.

Although we'd only exchanged a few words last time, both her exquisitely beautiful and innocent appearance, and her devilishly charming personality, had left a deep impression on me. Coupled with my repeated glimpses of her, I'd long wanted to "have a good talk" with her.

But please don't misunderstand, dear readers, this "talk" isn't what you think. It's just that I, Xu Zhengqi, am actually only a little over twelve years old, and I've never actually played with anyone my age before.

Upon seeing her, I couldn't help but remember that I was, in fact, just a child.

Thinking of this, I couldn't resist playing a trick on her, so I put on a stern face and said, "Hmph, little girl, I've come to collect a debt from you this time."

Jiang Shaling was startled by this, turning her head to look around. Suddenly, she grabbed my sleeve and pulled me to a secluded spot by the artificial hill, whispering angrily, "Hmph, you audacious scoundrel! How dare you come here to collect a debt? Do you even know where you are?"

Seeing her blustering but cowardly appearance, clearly afraid of being seen yet still trying to intimidate me, I couldn't help but find it amusing. "Hmph, reason prevails everywhere, and without reason, you can't move an inch. Paying back debts is a matter of course. Since I'm in the right, why wouldn't I dare come to your Ning Prince's mansion to collect a debt?"

Jiang Shaling saw that I wasn't convinced... She immediately changed her tune, speaking softly, "Good brother, I won't call you a big dummy anymore, okay? You're a magnanimous person, it's just a few coins, why bother with a little girl like me?"

I continued to tease her, "A few coins? That might be a small amount for a rich young lady like you, but for poor people, those few high-quality handkerchiefs could last them half a month."

Jiang Shaling was embarrassed, and after a while, she stammered in a voice barely above a whisper, "I...I...I don't...I don't have any money." Her delicate little hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her face flushed red.

I pretended not to hear and asked, "What did you say?"

Jiang Shaling suddenly looked up and shouted, "I don't have any money! Ugh..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth with both hands and looked around frantically.

I looked her up and down. Jiang Shaling, embarrassed by my gaze, said gruffly, "What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll have my father gouge out your thieving eyes."

"You, a noble lady of the Ning Prince's Mansion, the Princess of Ning, who governs Nanchang Prefecture in my Great Zhou Dynasty, wouldn't even have a few coins?" I laughed loudly.

"Shh—," Jiang Shaling put a hand to her mouth, "Keep your voice down.

To tell you the truth, I really am penniless.

A few days ago, I secretly ran away to play, but my father and mother caught me and brought me back. To prevent me from running away again, they've controlled my finances and won't give me a single penny of pocket money. I'm starving now, and when I tried to borrow from the servants, they said that my father and mother had already given an order: anyone who lends me money will be immediately kicked out of the manor. Now everyone in the manor avoids me like the plague."

As she spoke, her little face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, which was incredibly cute.

I never expected her to be so mischievous. It seems Prince Ning and his companion must often have headaches because of her.

Jiang Shaling is indeed naive, revealing her shameful secrets to a complete stranger—so innocent and naive. But that only makes me like her more.

"I see. So what do you want to do?"

"Uh, could you... could you let me owe you for a while?" She looked at me expectantly with her big, watery eyes.

I remained silent, feigning difficulty.

She said urgently, "Just a few days, I'll pay you back as soon as I have the money. Okay, silly... uh, no, big brother—"

"Just a few days?"

"Yes, just a few days!" She nodded vigorously.

"Alright then."

"Also, you absolutely mustn't tell my father and mother about this!" she said nervously.

I teased her, saying, "Why didn't you say so sooner!"

"What? You told them?" she cried, her face contorted with misery. "Oh no, oh no, I don't know how Mom will punish me if she finds out."

I chuckled, "Hehe, just kidding. I only just got in, how could I have had a chance to tell you?"

Jiang Shaling tilted her head and thought for a moment, "That's right, my father has been gone for a few days, and Mom never sees outsiders. Oh, you silly big girl. I always thought you were stupid, but I didn't expect you to be so smart, and you even dared to lie to me."

She raised her little pink fist to hit me, but I dodged it. "You owe me money, so I have to collect some interest, right? Now we're even."

Seeing that she couldn't hit me, Jiang Shaling stomped her foot and protested, "I don't care, you lied to me once, I'm not paying back the money I owe you."

Seeing her stubborn look, I couldn't bear to tease her anymore, "Uh, okay then, I admit I was wrong, we'll even, we're even now."

"Yay!" Jiang Shaling jumped up excitedly, leaping onto me like a little monkey. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs tightly around my waist, giving me a quick kiss.

I was momentarily stunned, never expecting such a stroke of luck.

Her small breasts pressed tightly against my chest, the slight movement during the kiss sending shivers down my spine. I hadn't realized that these unassuming little rabbits possessed such incredible jumping power!

To prevent her from falling, I casually lifted her small, round bottom. The gentle movement of my large hand felt wonderful; at only thirteen, they were already perfectly round—hmm, excellent potential! In an instant, a large tent formed beneath me, nestled perfectly in the cleft of her buttocks.

"Ah," I couldn't help but groan comfortably, secretly pleased.

"What's wrong, you big oaf?" Jiang Shaling showed no sign of getting off.

I said, "Oh, no, it's nothing. Wait, something's not right? I look different now than last time, how did you recognize me?" As I spoke, I gently lifted her pink buttocks back and forth with both hands.

Jiang Shaling, completely oblivious, smiled at me and said, "Hehe, let me tell you, no one can escape my eyes. Even if they turn to ashes, I can still recognize them."

"Why?" My hands didn't stop moving.

She said proudly, "Since I was little, I've had a strange ability. I can't forget anyone I've met, even if their appearance changes drastically. And even if there are some mistakes, they can't escape my nose. I can smell people's scents, and once I've smelled someone, I can't forget them."

(55) Fighting in the Water

"What? Is that so?" I only knew that practicing martial arts could enhance the functions of the six senses, but to reach the level Jiang Shaling described was unheard of. Even with my current skill of "Nine Transformations of Freedom" at the sixth level, I still couldn't do it. I thought, only my master, who had mastered the divine skill and ascended to immortality, could do it.

"What kind of martial arts do you practice?"

Jiang Shaling, seeing my question, understood and said, "My mother said a long time ago that this is something I was born with, not something I could learn through martial arts. I had this ability before I even started practicing martial arts as a child."

I clicked my tongue inwardly, thinking, "Then she must be a freak." But I could only swallow these words; if this little devil heard me, she might cause a scene.

"Hey, what's that down there?"

I thought to myself, "This is bad; she's finally noticed." I quickly put her down and pretended to be clueless, saying, "Nothing, what's wrong?"

Jiang Shaling lowered her head and reached between my legs, startling me like a frightened rabbit. I jumped back abruptly, "Hey, what are you doing?"

She said, "I want to see what's in your pants. It's been pressing against my butt for a while now, rubbing against it." I broke out

in a cold sweat. Could it be that she, a grown woman, doesn't even know about such matters between men and women?

Actually, it was my own ignorance. In our Great Zhou Dynasty, the distinction between men and women was very strict, and women were expected to adhere to the "Three Obediences and Four Virtues." What are the "Three Obediences and Four Virtues"?

The Three Obediences: Obey the father before marriage, obey the husband after marriage, and follow the son after the husband's death (this "follow" doesn't mean "marry").

The Four Virtues: Virtue, speech, appearance, and work.

Women in our Great Zhou value their reputation most highly. We would never discuss marital matters with underage girls. How could I, a wild man from the deep mountains, be so ignorant of the world, even about my own child…

In an ordinary family, I would have been drowned in a pig cage long ago.

Although Jiang Shaling is a princess and has a somewhat wild nature, not like a typical girl, her mother wouldn't have told her such things before her marriage.

"Really, it's nothing." I had nothing to say.

"You're lying," the little girl was clearly intrigued; she thought I had hidden a treasure. "Hmph, you fooled me earlier, and now you want to fool me again? No way!"

I was truly at a loss for words, never expecting to be driven to such a state by an unmarried girl.

The east wind blows, the war drums beat, I am a lecherous thief, who am I afraid of?

If this got out, wouldn't it shock everyone in the martial arts world?
How could the infamous "Nine-Foot Demon" Xu Zhengqi, who has recently risen to power, harassed the wife and daughter of the Taishan Sect Leader, raped an elite female disciple of the Emei Sect, and even slept with the over-40-year-old Sect Leader Mietian, possibly be afraid of this underage girl?

I coughed, trying to embolden myself, or in other words, letting my evil thoughts take hold.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, I want to know."

"How much do you want to know?

" "Uh, I really, really want to know!"

"Really that much? I'm going to tell you, but you'd better not regret it."

"Hmph, I, Jiang Shaling, have never regretted anything I've done since I was a child."

"Okay, um...mi...@#@##@#@@#..."

"What are you saying? I don't understand!"

"Uh, actually, I don't know how to tell you either. In short, only husband and wife can know about this kind of thing."

"Pah! What do you mean only husband and wife can know? So I can't know? I don't care, you promised me, you have to tell me." Saying that, she pounced on me again, reaching out to untie my belt.

This time I didn't dodge, but just grabbed her small hands and said, "Hey, little girl, what kind of manners are you pulling and tugging like that?"

"What manners? You're not that old, but I didn't expect you to be like my father, always talking about 'manners'."

As she spoke, she took advantage of my unpreparedness and suddenly ripped off my belt.

I was shocked. My pants slid down to my knees with a "whoosh," and the tent I'd erected was immediately exposed to the sunlight, clearly visible.

My face flushed red, and I coughed incessantly.

"Hey, what are you hiding in your pants?" she said, reaching out her small hand to grab my penis.

Driven by my lewd thoughts, I made no attempt to stop her.

"Hehe, this is so much fun. Look, it's growing! It's getting longer and longer," Jiang Shaling giggled.

With such a pure and beautiful girl holding it in her hand, how could my penis not grow? It was hard for it not to.

A thunderbolt ignited a fire within me, and I couldn't resist.

"Hey, Shaling, be gentle." The tighter she gripped, the more she twisted and pulled, and it was really hard to take it.

But if someone saw us, that would be terrible; Jiang Rushui would definitely give me a good beating. I quickly pulled her into a hole in the artificial hill. The hole seemed quite large; there was room for two people to hide there.

"What a strange thing." Jiang Shaling, wanting to investigate, followed me into the cave. There was a grass mat inside; it seemed this little girl often played here.

"I want to see, may I?" Jiang Shaling opened her beautiful eyes, unblinking, surprisingly asking for my permission, as if she also vaguely sensed this wasn't normal.

"Yes, you can, but be gentle, it can easily get hurt." I nodded, continuing to entice the innocent beauty.

Slowly pulling down my underwear, the giant python finally emerged from the cave.

"Ah!" Jiang Shaling exclaimed, "It's so long, so big!" She compared it to her arm, "About as thick as my wrist, about a foot long!" Jiang Shaling recounted her discovery in surprise.

She gently touched the snake's head with her delicate fingers, and the giant python immediately nodded in greeting.

"Haha, it's still warm."

For the next while, Jiang Shaling played with the giant python in a variety of ways—not grabbing, pinching, hugging, holding, patting, rubbing, pulling, or tugging—testing my limits and making me want to fight back.

Several times, I almost couldn't resist pinning her to the ground and taking her right there.

But this wasn't an inn; this was the Ning Prince's mansion! I didn't want to be chased by hundreds of thousands of people, shouting and fighting.

Thankfully, after about fifteen minutes, Jiang Shaling finally got tired of it. At the end, she gave the python a hard slap and said, "Okay, I've played with it. Put it away."

"Ouch!" I cried out in pain, clutching my lower body. That slap wasn't light; my already fragile thing couldn't withstand it.

"What's wrong, you big oaf?" Jiang Shaling asked innocently.

"How dare you say that? I already told you to be gentle." I tried my best to look pained, but her slap had completely ignited the fire in my lower abdomen, and I decided not to let her off the hook.

"Look, it's all red from your beating, and it won't go down. Ouch, it hurts so much!"

"Ah, you big oaf, does it really hurt? Don't scare me!" She was also anxious.

"Of course it hurts. Would I lie to you? Can't you see for yourself?" I released my hands from her grasp, and sure enough, the thing was completely red, like a burning stick.

"Ah, what should I do? Should I go back to my room and get some wound medicine?"

I wasn't about to give in to her wish, and said urgently, "Don't think of it as a hand. If it gets hurt, you can just rub some wound medicine on it and it'll be fine. It's my precious thing, the most vulnerable part of my body."

"Then what should I do? Tell me quickly, is there any way?" Jiang Shaling was so anxious that she was almost crying. It seemed that she was quite kind and had the will to make amends for her mistake.

"Actually, it's not that there's no way." I deliberately paused and stopped talking.

"Tell me quickly, what way?" she urged me impatiently.

"Uh, as long as... as long as there's a young girl's saliva, it'll be easy?"

"A young girl's saliva? Ha, that's easy. You wait, I'll get Xiao Lü." Saying that, she turned to leave the cave to find Xiao Lü. If she were to find Xiao Lü, how could there be any chance of anything happening? I quickly grabbed her and said, "Why do you want to call her? Aren't you a young girl too?"

"Oh, right, how could I forget? Hehe!" Jiang Shaling smiled embarrassedly. She bent down and spat hard at the giant python.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

She looked up and said, "You big dummy, didn't you say that saliva can heal wounds?"

"Yes, but you can't do it like that. Spitting like that is completely useless." Recently, I've been traveling around and have often heard people talking about the term "playing the flute" near Cuixiang Tower. Now is a great opportunity, how can I let it slip by?

"Then what should I do?" she asked me like a good child.

"Uh, you have to, cough, cough, you have to... you have to lick it with your mouth, uh, yes, lick it."

"Oh... is that so?" A small, fragrant tongue darted out from her cherry-like mouth and lightly licked it.

"Hmm, no, you have to, you have to hold it in your mouth." To be honest, this was my first time too. But there was this clueless little girl who needed my guidance...

"Oh... um, it's so big, I'm a little scared," Jiang Shaling said timidly.

“It’s okay, you can hold it. But be careful, don’t let your teeth touch it.”

“Mmm…, holding… mmm… it’s… in…” The snake head finally slid into her small mouth. “What should I do next?”

“Mmm, don’t move, I’ll do it myself.” Saying that, I slowly started to move it in and out of her mouth…

After a long, long time, a fiery essence of life suddenly erupted in her mouth, making her choke. I quickly pulled it out, but the volcano was still erupting, streams of lava splashing on her face, eyes, hair, neck…

(56) Swearing to a woman

“Wah—” Jiang Shaling suddenly burst into tears, scaring my mood from the clouds to the ground. I hurriedly covered her mouth, “Mmm—”

“Okay, my dear. Be careful not to let anyone hear.” I gently reminded her.

“Mmm—” Jiang Shaling struggled, looking at me pitifully with her blurry, tearful eyes.

"Uh," the beauty shed tears, and my heart softened. "I can let you go, but please don't cry anymore, okay? If people hear you, they'll think I'm bullying you."

She nodded, and I withdrew my hand.

"Hmph, you are bullying me!" Jiang Shaling shouted, and after I pretended to cover her face, she whispered, "You bad guy, you've made my face filthy, and you sprayed some weird stuff into my mouth and stomach, almost choking me to death."

Indeed.

Milky white semen was all over her face and head, and some stuff kept dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"I don't care, clean it up for me."

I was about to take out the handkerchief my second aunt had prepared from my pocket when Jiang Shaling, already impatient, grabbed my clothes and started wiping her face.

"What? I wiped it all clean, but why does it still look like there's something on my face?" Jiang Shaling complained. "You big bad guy, what's that filthy thing spraying out of you?"

I dared not tell the truth, so I coaxed her, "That thing down there is a man's treasure! Don't look at it because it's ugly, it sprays out a man's essence! If women eat it, it can whiten and nourish their skin, and beautify their complexion."

"Really?" The girl tilted her head, clearly not believing it. "I don't believe your nonsense!"

"Believe it or not, I'll show you another day." I deliberately teased her.

Upon hearing this, the little girl perked up immediately, jumping up and grabbing my arm, shaking it vigorously. "There's no time to lose! Take me out to see the world now, you big oaf! Take me out to play, okay?"

"No way! Your Prince Ning's mansion is heavily guarded. Not even a mosquito could escape, let alone a noble young lady like you." This half-truth wouldn't sound fake to anyone, but for someone with my superior martial arts skills, it was no problem, though the consequences would be dire.

"I don't care! Staying in the mansion all day is so boring! I want to go out and play!" She then plopped down on the ground, stretching her arms and legs, and started to whine.

I was utterly speechless, dumbfounded. Was this really me, the noble lady of the Great Zhou Dynasty?

A thirteen-year-old girl, already married in an ordinary family, she was acting like a six or seven-year-old child, throwing tantrums and being unreasonable!

Helpless, I could only say to her, "How about this, I'm going to Wuhan with your mother in a few days. I'll find a way to get you to stay by my side then, is that alright?"

The girl tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "Going to Wuhan? Okay, I didn't really have a proper time to play last time anyway." Turning to me, she said, "Alright, I'll let you off this time, but..."

"But what?" This little devil is really persistent; I'm terrified of her.

"Hmph, if you dare not take me to Wuhan, I'll tell everyone what happened today. I'll say that you, a grown man, bullied a weak woman like me!" she said smugly.

What? You can be considered a weak woman? You're the daughter of the Prince of Ning, who commands a large army!

Of course, it's good that she said that; I'm no longer worried that she'll tell anyone about today's incident. But, I still have to sound the alarm, just in case, right?

"Alright, it's a deal. But you can't tell anyone about today's events, okay? Not even your parents."

"Okay, sure. Let's seal this with a high five, and this will be our oath." Jiang Shaling had seen those martial arts figures form alliances with high fives before, displaying a bold and unrestrained spirit, and had long wanted to try it herself.

I couldn't help but chuckle, extending my large, fan-like hand towards her.

The little girl also extended her small, white, jade-like hand, clapping it against my large one.

A large bead of sweat suddenly appeared on the back of my head. I never imagined that my first alliance with Xu Zhengqi would be with a little girl who hadn't even grown up yet. If this got out into the martial arts world, what would become of my reputation as the "Nine-Foot Lecher"?

It seemed best to stay away from this little devil. I simply left her with those words, and without waiting for her reply, I slipped out of the cave and left the mansion.

On the way, savoring the wonderful feeling from just now, I couldn't help but feel lightheaded.

Strangely enough, there's no such image in the Nine Heavens Techniques for Controlling Women. All the images there depict the union of a yin and a yang organ, only the positions differ.

The feeling of that soft little mouth is indeed different from that of a yin organ—not that it's better, just different.

There's a small tongue in that little mouth, which can be freely licked, but it's incomparable to that thing.

Why didn't I know sooner that there were such wonderful methods for bedroom pleasure?

Thinking about the hundreds of women I've been with, I've only ever enjoyed their genitals, never touching any other parts. I can't help but feel deep regret.

But, hehe, aren't there two right now?

I love them so much, I treat them so well, I think they wouldn't refuse to do *that* with me.

They're not like Jiang Shaling, just a naive young girl.

They're so voluptuous and alluring, twenty-eight years old, in the prime of a woman's life, and their bedroom skills have greatly improved after a few days of my training. Truly, they're equally at home in public and in bed!

The thought of the new tricks I'd just learned today, the chance to have their alluring little mouths serve me, filled me with excitement. My heart pounded wildly, and even my manhood seemed to be rebelling. The eagerness I felt was beyond what most people could imagine.

I stopped daydreaming and quickened my pace, striding hurriedly towards the inn…

(57) Bravely Fighting Two Beauties
When I returned to the inn, my feelings were incredibly complicated.

My stomach was rumbling, and my little brother was constantly protesting. Both sides were starving, creating a huge commotion. If neither side had long arms, they might have started fighting.

Was there a way to have the best of both worlds?

Just then, the waiter walked up to me and said, "Young Master Xu, have you not had lunch yet? Shall I bring it to your room?" Not wanting anyone to see my second aunt's stunning beauty, we'd been eating in our room these past few days.

A brilliant idea flashed through my mind: why not do it this way...?

Once I had a plan, things became much easier. I said, "Bring a table of fine food and wine to my room. Three servings, please."

The waiter announced, "Alright, Young Master Xu, please wait a moment, the food and wine will be ready shortly." He went to prepare it.

When I returned to the room, the two women were chatting by the bed. Seeing me, they both complained, "Xiao Zheng, why are you only coming back now? It's almost noon! Have you eaten?"

Feeling their warmth, my desire only intensified. Only the union of love and lust could create the highest realm of sexual pleasure.

"No, I just told the waiter to bring some wine and dishes." I knew they would keep waiting foolishly without me, and said with concern, "Why haven't you eaten yet? Why are you waiting for me?"

"We're worried about you. You went to the Prince Ning's mansion alone. We heard that Prince Ning is a big traitor. How can we eat?" Hua Yuelan said resentfully. Obviously, the recent war had made them believe that Prince Ning was a traitor. Although I had told them about Jiang Rushui, out of female self-defense, they still held a hostile attitude towards the Prince Ning's mansion.

Hua Yuehui ran to my side and sniffed here and there.

"Huihui, what are you doing?"

Hua Yuehui suddenly stopped, put her hands on her hips, and shouted, "Xiaozheng, why don't you tell us the truth? Which woman were you fooling around with just now?"

I argued, "What are you talking about?"

"Still trying to lie? Smell it for yourself, this smell!" She tugged at my collar and gestured.

I grabbed a sniff and immediately felt incredibly embarrassed. That little brat Jiang Shaling was really causing me trouble; she was so young and already knew how to apply powder. Just now, when she hugged my neck, her collar was filled with her fragrance.

For a while, my heart was pounding, and I hadn't even noticed.

"Uh, just now a little maid from the Ning Prince's mansion was being naughty with me, acting all cute and insisting I hold her and play with her." I tried to keep the atmosphere calm.

"Wah!" Hua Yuehui suddenly buried her face in her hands and threw herself onto the bed, bursting into tears. "Xiao Zheng is already lying! I can't believe he's changed so much in just a few days! He even had to keep it from us sisters!"

Hua Yuelan pretended to comfort her, while simultaneously scolding me. Forced by circumstances, she had no choice but to confess everything that had happened at the Ning Prince's mansion.

As soon as I mentioned my affair with Jiang Shaling, the two sisters each pinched one of my ears, scolding, "You naughty boy, you even deceive young girls. You big pervert, you big pervert..."

I felt like I wanted to dig a hole in the ground and disappear...

Only when the waiter brought the food and wine did I escape this undeserved calamity. I gave the greasy waiter a big hug, gave him a silver tael, and he thanked me profusely before leaving.

During the meal, I pleaded and persuaded them in every way possible, finally managing to coax the two beauties into smiling.

After several rounds of drinks, the two beauties, their cheeks flushed and eyes hazy with intoxication, were finally ready to carry out my plan.

I said softly, "Lanlan, Huihui, after dinner, shouldn't we do some exercise to aid digestion?"

The two women, whose expressions had shifted from resentment to radiant smiles, looked at me with affectionate yet hazy eyes. Alcohol is the matchmaker for lust, and these two women, after my guidance these past few days, had little resistance to this. Hua Yuelan remained silent, but Hua Yuehui gently stuck out her adorable tongue at me.

...

...

Two little rabbits under Hua Yuelan's bodice seemed unwilling to be restrained, their heads peeking out, incredibly cute. I couldn't resist opening my mouth to bite them. I could clearly feel the warmth and resilience of her girlish skin, and smelled the unique fragrance of a woman.

Instinctively, I clumsily sucked on the protruding... one hand caressed her smooth, warm back, while the other played with the other little rabbit through the bodice.

As the angle changed, a deep cleavage appeared and disappeared beneath the bodice. No longer satisfied with a mere taste, I removed all her last defenses.

A perfect female body was liberated, and at this moment, my emotions were more excited than ever before. The thought of the second most beautiful woman in the world being licked by me... filled me with immense excitement. High, firm breasts, a flat stomach, a beautiful vulva, long, slender legs—so perfect, so alluring, simply a masterpiece of heaven.

I felt dizzy and my throat parched. I kissed Hua Yuelan's cherry-like lips, which were still uttering cries of pleasure, and entwined my tongue with her sweet saliva, sucking at her fragrant mouth. My hands, still not satisfied, resumed their journey, simultaneously playing with her high, beautiful breasts.

Under my force, they changed shape in various ways, greatly satisfying my sensual desires. ...Her nipples, stimulated, were already erect, like two ripe grapes. I liked to tease them with two fingers, sometimes kneading, sometimes pinching, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pressing.

With her sensitive areas being played with like this, Hua Yuelan could hardly withstand it. Her body rubbed against me, her limbs tightly gripping me like an octopus, her little mouth still making soft moans, though they only escaped as I sealed them with my tongue.

I changed my target, leaving her little mouth to bite her breasts. Without the obstruction of her bodice, I was even more unrestrained, enjoying a wonderful feast. My free hand was naturally not idle either, sliding down her silken back until it reached her high, round buttocks. Its suppleness rivaled that of beautiful breasts, and even more elastic, with a wonderful feel.

She lingered for a while before reluctantly moving on.

He lifted his already protesting member and thrust it into her mouth…

Hua Yuelan felt incredibly hot all over, especially down there, where it was unbearable, as if a million ants were crawling on her, an unbearable itch.

But with the thing in her mouth, she knew that only by making the man feel good could she be satisfied, so she diligently learned various techniques under his guidance…

At the same time, I activated the "Nine Heavens Imperial Concubine Technique," wanting to see what the effects would be under these circumstances.

The Nine Heavens Imperial Concubine Technique is different from the lowly arts of sexual cultivation found in the martial arts world; it emphasizes the mutual support and benefit of Yin and Yang. Through the union of man and woman, driven by their emotions and combined with certain techniques, it aims to achieve a unity of spirit and desire, fulfilling the goal of dual cultivation.

I slowly calmed my mind and circulated my energy according to the technique's route. After circulating my energy for several cycles, my impending ejaculation subsided. I hadn't expected this technique to be so effective; my internal energy circulated continuously. It seemed my abilities might improve again.

Next, I used various techniques from the technique on her, and she unleashed her pent-up desires in these different positions. Each change in position pushed her to the peak of lust, and I naturally enjoyed the different pleasures brought by each position.

I couldn't help but admire the ancestors who created this method. They had created such a profound mental cultivation technique that perfectly combined practice and pleasure. There was no greater joy in life than this! Truly amazing!

"Ah, so comfortable, so comfortable..." Hua Yuelan finally drifted off to sleep with a final, blissful moan. I couldn't hold back any longer, and my pent-up essence erupted in her mouth. Hua Yuelan trembled slightly from the powerful impact, but she was utterly exhausted. After a few murmurs, she fainted again...

On the other side, the stunningly beautiful Hua Yuehui lay there naked, spread-eagled, awaiting my advances. Her

skin was as white as jade, smooth as water, healthy, slender, full, and graceful—flawless. Her breasts were just beginning to bloom, radiating youthful vitality. Especially her proud, firm breasts, like two soft jade peaks, with two crystal-clear rubies at their tips radiating dazzling light.

...The neat, dense thicket gleamed with an oily sheen...beneath which lay a trace of red...most of it visible, her slightly closed lips small and delicate, the very spot that had captivated countless men. Gazing at this breathtaking beauty, saliva practically dripped from his mouth.

He lowered his head, scrutinizing every inch of the girl's skin from top to bottom, his gaze slid down from her vibrant red lips, neck, and snow-white breasts, occasionally licking them, gradually intensifying his touch until finally settling on her...

Though Hua Yuehui made no sound, she began to involuntarily shake her head, her snow-white belly heaving. My tongue pressed against her...constantly twisting and licking, causing her to convulse as if in a spasm, her rounded buttocks spasming, her legs clenching tightly together.

Soon, even Hua Yuehui felt a surge of heat within her body, a liquid flowing down her thighs.

“Xiao Zheng, slow down…”

I ignored her and continued working…

“Ah…” She cried out, then convulsed and trembled, her body twisting and turning, stimulating my battle-hardened lower body until it was unbearably aroused…

After a long, long time, the battle raged until nightfall, when the two women looked at me resentfully and said, “You’re getting a taste of your own medicine? You bullied girls in the morning, and now you’re bullying us women in the afternoon?”

I chuckled stupidly, how could I possibly answer such a question…

(58) Accompanying Jiang on the Expedition (Part 1)
Three days later, Jiang Rushui was to lead an army of 50,000 to reinforce her “husband,” Prince Ning, Zhou Chenhao.

Of course, as a “bodyguard,” I had to go with her.

During these three days, there was still no news of the missing women, so I had no choice but to leave Hua Yuelan and Hua Yuehui at the inn to wait in case any of the women found their way to Nanchang.

I wanted to accompany Jiang Rushui on the expedition for three reasons: first, to gather information; second, to train myself; and third, for Jiang Rushui. To be honest, I can't really compliment her personality, but ultimately, in my heart, she's a pitiful person. It's always been my old habit to pity women.

Therefore, this trip to Wuchang was unavoidable.

The martial arts world is in complete chaos right now, practically already embroiled in this "Ning Prince Rebellion."

Rumor has it that Shaolin, Wudang, and other righteous sects have publicly declared their unwavering support for the imperial court; while some righteous sects in the south, such as the Southern Shaolin, for reasons unknown, have openly declared their support for Prince Ning, vowing to help him "eliminate treacherous officials and cleanse the court of corrupt ministers."

Although the underworld has always been at odds with the righteous, many powerful figures have been secretly contacting both sides, clearly hoping to take advantage of the chaos to make a fortune. On

the imperial side, because neighboring countries on the borders are all stirring up trouble, the border troops remain on the frontier and have not participated in this "suppression of the rebellion." The army led by the three tigers of the capital was claimed to be 500,000, but according to scouts, it was actually only 200,000.

One hundred thousand of them were the 100,000 border troops that Jiang Bin had brought to the capital last time; these were all seasoned veterans, brave and skilled in battle. The other 100,000 were troops from various warlords close to Zhou Houzhao, also well-trained, but whether these men were truly united was another matter.

On the other hand, Prince Ning, after more than a decade of meticulous planning, stockpiling grain and recruiting soldiers, had trained 100,000 elite armored troops. In addition, nearly 80,000 soldiers, though hastily recruited in the last two years and with relatively short training time, were still a formidable force.

Therefore, in terms of actual troop strength, the two sides in this struggle for supremacy were roughly equal.

Prince Ning had recently led an advance force of 50,000 to attack Wuchang. Wuchang was, after all, a major city and the imperial court's vanguard in the south. If it were captured, the entire southern region along the Yangtze River would fall under Prince Ning's control, and he could also intimidate the rebellious vassal states downstream.

If Prince Ning won this battle, he would gain the prestige of contending for supremacy; if he lost, he would soon face certain death.

Therefore, Prince Ning was determined to win this battle.

The 50,000 elite troops Jiang Rushui brought, along with Prince Ning's 50,000 troops in Wuchang, were the 100,000 Jiangdong soldiers that Prince Ning had secretly trained for a long time.

Back then, Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, crossed the Yangtze River with only 8,000 soldiers, conquered the Central Plains, and seized most of the country. Later, Xiang Yu was defeated, ashamed to face the elders of Jiangdong, and committed suicide.

For thousands of years, the people of Jiangdong have considered this a source of shame; whenever it is mentioned, everyone grits their teeth in resentment. Zhou Chenhao, having thoroughly understood the psychology of the people of Jiangdong, used the slogan "To restore the thousand-year-old prestige of the people of Jiangdong and not become a second Xiang Yu" to ignite the passion of every Jiangdong youth. Everyone considered joining the army an honor, and their training was truly formidable and awe-inspiring.

Therefore, although these soldiers had never participated in actual combat, they were all fearless and honorable, and their strict discipline earned them the reputation of the "Daredevil Army."

It was precisely because of this that Prince Ning dared to leave 80,000 soldiers to defend Nanchang, while preparing only 100,000 of his own troops for the decisive battle against the government army's 200,000 soldiers.

At this moment, 50,000 of these soldiers were already waiting outside the city. People came and went at Prince Ning's residence, yet there was no chaos; everything appeared orderly and well-organized.

Entering the Ning Prince's Mansion, you would be absolutely astonished. Despite the throngs of people coming and going, there wasn't a single sound of noise. No one shouted; only hushed whispers and murmurs. Occasionally, you could hear birds singing in the treetops and insects frolicking in the grass.

A young man dressed as a servant greeted me, bowing and asking, "Young master, is your surname Xu?"

I nodded, no longer surprised, for in the Ning Prince's Mansion, anything unusual must have a reason.

"My lady has been waiting in the main hall for quite some time. Please follow me, young master."

He then led the way, not caring whether I followed.

Halfway there, Jiang Shaling, that little brat, suddenly appeared from somewhere. "You naughty thing!" she yelled, grabbing my arm as if afraid I would run away. "You promised me last time, didn't you?"

With others present, I dared not be presumptuous, quickly pulling her hand away, saying, "Miss, as a princess, please observe the proper distinction between men and women."

"You last time…"

I quickly interrupted her, saying, "Miss, please wait a moment. I must go see Her Highness the Princess Consort now." I secretly whispered to her, "Good girl, Sha Sha, I'll keep my promise from last time. I'll definitely take you to Wuchang later."

Jiang Sha Ling was greatly surprised, looking left and right, wondering where the voice came from. She only realized it after I finished speaking.

"Brother, what kind of kung fu is this? I don't care, you have to teach me!" Jiang Sha Ling pleaded.

I broke out in a cold sweat; when she needed something, she even changed her form of address.

"Don't worry, Miss, as long as you let me go now, I'll definitely teach you later," I said pitifully. The servants in front had already heard everything, but they hadn't turned around to look. Clearly, Prince Ning managed his household well, and his servants were extremely disciplined.

"No cheating," Jiang Sha Ling said seriously.

"Okay, I won't."

Jiang Sha Ling held up her little finger and said, "Let's pinky swear, then you won't lie to me."

I had no choice but to comply, and to get rid of her as soon as possible, I hooked my thick fingers around her little finger.

"Pinky promise, a hundred years, unchanging—" Jiang Shaling sang while waving her little hand, "Alright, I'll let you off this time."

I felt like I'd been granted a pardon and fled with the servant as if my life depended on it.

Just as I arrived at the main hall, I ran into Jiang Rushui walking out. Upon seeing me, she said sternly, "Young Master Xu is truly a busy man. What time is it? You've only just arrived."

I smiled awkwardly and was about to explain when Jiang Rushui waved her hand and said decisively, "No need to say anything, there's nothing to talk about. Let's get up and get going." She then turned to the servant and said, "Zhou San, go prepare a good horse for Young Master Xu, and instruct the commander of the Imperial Guards, Luo Cheng, to assemble outside and await orders."

"Yes, Madam." Zhou San bowed and left to carry out the order.

"Where is Jiang Song?"

A girl in colorful, close-fitting clothes suddenly appeared from nowhere, knelt on one knee, and clasped her hands, saying, "Your subordinate is here."

"Are the Colorful Guards ready?" Jiang Rushui didn't even glance at the girl.

"Reporting to Master, the Caiyi Guards are ready and can depart at any time."

"Good, then follow me." With that, Jiang Rushui ignored me and walked away alone. Suddenly, a large group of people appeared behind her, all dressed in Caiyi, each carrying a three-foot-long sword on their back, following Jiang Rushui on either side.

I watched all this, it was like magic, I was completely dumbfounded.

These girls in their tight-fitting clothes looked to be no more than eighteen years old, all dressed the same, with the same attire, the same weapons, the same figures, and even their faces seemed equally beautiful.

There were exactly six on each side, neat and orderly, their steps in unison, radiating youthful energy.

The only regret was that all twelve of them had the same cold faces, calm and still, just like the state of mind described by Fan Zhongyan—unmoved by external gains or losses.

Jiang Rushui ignored me, and even this group of women soldiers treated me with indifference. I was so angry I wanted to grind my teeth. One day I would make them all cry for their parents.

"Young Master Xu, what are you still dawdling for? Don't you want your prey anymore?" Jiang Rushui's hateful voice came from afar.

Hmph, she was obviously trying to tempt me. I said fiercely, "No need for Madam to remind me, I have always been confident in myself. I never give up halfway."

With that, I strode off and chased after them—

(59) Going to War with Jiang (Part 2)
Before long, I arrived outside the mansion. I saw that the soldiers had already lined up in formation on the street, each wearing armor and holding long weapons, standing quietly with high spirits!

I looked up and saw that the street was full of these soldiers, stretching from outside the mansion to the end of the street, a huge dark mass, I didn't know how many there were.

A dozen or so soldiers led a group of tall horses towards me. One of them, leading a pure white steed, knelt on one knee before Jiang Rushui and said, "Please mount, Madam!"

Jiang Rushui didn't reply, but pressed down on the saddle, and with a light flip, mounted the horse! She tossed her hair, and now, seated on the horse, she appeared even more heroic and spirited, a true heroine. She lightly flicked her whip and said to me, "Young Master Xu, please!"

Seeing Jiang Rushui's provocative gaze, I couldn't help but feel a nameless anger rise within me. I took the reins from a soldier beside me and, imitating Jiang Rushui, slammed my foot on the saddle ring, intending to mount the black horse.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. The black horse neighed sharply, its front hooves leaving the ground. A powerful force threw me off, and I was about to fall flat on my face. I braced myself with my palms, unleashing two gusts of wind, and with the force of the recoil, I managed to avoid a serious embarrassment. Just as I steadied myself, I heard Jiang Rushui's hateful laughter:

"Hehe—I never thought that the peerless martial arts master Xu could not ride a horse!"

I was so embarrassed. I, Xu Zhengqi, had ridden tigers and leopards in Xiaoyao Valley, but I had never ridden a horse! The reason was simple: there were no horses in the mountains! Since entering the martial world, although I had seen many horses, I always thought that having a horse with me was inconvenient, and besides, horses couldn't even run as fast as me.

Just now, seeing Jiang Rushui easily mount the horse, I thought riding a horse was nothing special. But when I stepped on the horse's saddle, I used too much force, and the horse couldn't bear the pain, so it threw me off.

Jiang Rushui's smile was an insult to me, and though I was furious, I didn't forget to reply, stubbornly arguing, "Madam, you are mistaken. I haven't ridden a horse in a long time, so I was a bit rusty. I was careless and let this beast succeed!" With that, my legs didn't bend, my knees didn't buckle, and without anyone seeing me move, I floated lightly onto the black horse's back!

Once bitten, twice shy. Now I was in a bind. Although I had forcefully used my lightness skill to get on the horse's back, to the horse it was as if I were nothing, because I was as light as a feather.

A person has face, a tree has bark! At this moment, I could only rely on my superb lightness skill to maintain my dignity!

The twelve guards, seeing my superb lightness skill displayed so subtly, all silently praised me in their hearts, but their faces remained expressionless.

Jiang Rushui's lips curled slightly, her eyes full of smiles. "Very well," she said, "Where is Luo Cheng?" Then, her expression turned serious, and she coldly demanded.

A middle-aged military officer stepped forward, kneeling on one knee. "Your subordinate is here!" he cried.

"Is the army ready?"

"Reporting to Madam, the army has assembled outside the North Gate and is ready to depart at any time!"

"Good, let's go then." With that, Jiang Rushui spurred her horse towards the North Gate.

At Jiang Rushui's command, the Twelve Colorful Guards and their generals mounted their horses and followed closely behind. The orderly steps of the Imperial Guards echoed...

"The Princess is going on an expedition! All irrelevant persons, please make way!" The vanguard marched forward, clearing the road as they struck gongs. The streets were now mostly empty of haphazardly moving carriages and pedestrians; those who hadn't had time to clear the way knelt on either side of the streets.

Red and black lacquered staffs, painted with gold, carried the path as pairs of honored guards passed by. Following closely behind was the Prince's Palace band, their long trumpets, drums, and chimes resounding, shaking the heavens and earth, conveying the awe-inspiring power of the Prince Ning's army.

Ten squads of soldiers, clad in fine clothes and riding spirited horses, their banners waving and horns fluttering, slowly passed through the streets. The Imperial Guard cavalry followed closely on either side, their hooves thundering, yet their formation remained perfectly disciplined, subtly protecting the flanks of the central army, displaying remarkable training and exceptional bravery. Behind them were over five hundred red-clad ceremonial officers, wielding dragon-patterned umbrellas, floral umbrellas, square umbrellas, and round umbrellas; various banners, pennants, flags, scepters, and cloaks, all gleaming with brocade and brocade; various flags and banners fluttering in the wind, as brilliant as rosy clouds; spears, halberds, daggers, spears, axes, star-shaped weapons, reclining gourds, standing gourds, and other weapons, their vermilion poles and pure gold heads displaying the wealth and power of the Prince Ning's Palace. The fluttering banners and gleaming weapons exuded an indescribable majesty.

A grand and dazzling procession led a pure white warhorse, upon which sat a stunningly beautiful woman in tight-fitting white clothing, a magnificent sword at her waist. Two squads of guards, wielding leopard-tail spears and carrying bows and broadswords, stood on either side, closely protecting the white horse and its entourage. The various entourages advanced silently to the strains of slow, solemn music, their imposing presence overwhelming.

Ahead lay the north gate. Three gongs sounded, followed by a long horn booming through the sky, and the master of ceremonies called out in a drawn-out voice, "Halt!—"

The cavalrymen of the guard dismounted and stood at attention. Over five hundred red-clad imperial guards parted to either side, standing close to the gate.

The group, following Jiang Rushui on horseback, quickly reached the north gate. Banners fluttered and rustled in the wind atop the north gate. The crowd surged, numerous yet orderly, everything perfectly organized. We followed Jiang Rushui up the city wall. Having no knowledge of the military, I had no idea what Jiang Rushui was planning. Outside the

north gate, a cold wind howled, war drums beat incessantly, banners fluttered, and thousands of soldiers stood in imposing array. Fifty thousand Jiangdong soldiers, mostly in rattan armor, stood in the drill ground, their bodies completely covered except for their eyes. Even their horses were covered in sturdy armor, up to their leg joints. These

fifty thousand Jiangdong soldiers gathered on the battlefield, solemnly awaiting the order to march. From afar, it was a sea of people, the young soldiers standing ramrod straight, their eyes fixed intently on the front.

At this moment, Jiang Rushui had already ascended the city gate tower, donned a new set of military attire—a brand-new golden armor, a phoenix-winged helmet, and a long sword at her waist—looking majestic and awe-inspiring, truly comparable to the legendary

Mu Guiying leading troops in ancient times. Looking at Jiang Rushui now, my heart surged with emotion, secretly thinking that this woman was indeed extraordinary. "Silence! Please give your instructions, Your Highness!" After three beats of the war drums, Luo Cheng, the commander of the Imperial Guard, shouted loudly. All the soldiers immediately stood at attention, their tall bodies as upright as poplars, unmoving. Their weapons gleamed coldly, and the military flags fluttered!

"Since the founding of our Great Zhou Dynasty, to the present Emperor Zhengde, the eighteenth generation, in these two hundred years of history, no emperor has dared to be lazy or indulge in idleness. All have worked diligently, taking the people's livelihood as their responsibility, never daring to slacken in the slightest. Only then do we have such a beautiful land, this peaceful and prosperous era, where people can live and thrive in peace and prosperity."

"However, the current emperor, Zhengde, neglects state affairs and is hopelessly addicted to women. He is licentious, tyrannical, bizarre, and shameless, completely deviating from the rules of his ancestors. Instead of staying in the proper imperial palace, he insists on wasting public resources building the Leopard House and Xuanfu in the capital, and even proclaims himself 'Grand General of Military Affairs, Commander-in-Chief,' requiring all official documents to be issued with the title 'Grand General of Military Affairs.' He also changed his name to Zhou Shou, and later further promoted himself to 'Duke of Zhenguo,' ordering the Ministry of War to archive his records and the Ministry of Revenue to distribute his salary. Since ancient times, which emperor has ever lowered himself to this level?" Those who pledge allegiance to their own rulers are simply treating state affairs and politics as child's play.

Emperor Zhengde favors sycophants and alienates virtuous ministers, appointing the "Eight Tigers" of the capital to act with impunity. These eight tigers commit countless atrocities, causing widespread panic and misery among the people.

Furthermore, in recent years, our Great Zhou has suffered repeated natural disasters. Instead of sending officials to comfort the people and provide disaster relief, the court has increased taxes and imposed harsh labor. How can such a court be trusted? How can such an emperor be the ruler of the people and the support of all under heaven?

"We, the sons of Jiangdong, as patriotic men, have a duty to seek justice for the people. We must act on behalf of Heaven, eliminate treacherous officials, and cleanse the court of corrupt officials."

"Today, we will surely sweep away the dust of the world and return victorious. All soldiers must lead by example, fight bravely, and wash away the humiliation brought upon us by Xiang Yu a thousand years ago. I firmly believe that the sons of Jiangdong will be the bravest and most united people of our Great Zhou Dynasty." With that, she drew her longsword from her waist, the sunlight slanting across its spine, gleaming with a blinding cold light. Then, she swung the sword forward and threw it, the blade immediately embedding itself diagonally in the stone ground.

In an instant, the fifty thousand soldiers in the training ground were awestruck by the sharpness of the sword and by the imposing presence of Jiang Rushui, a heroine among women. Someone knelt down first, shouting, "Eliminate the treacherous eunuchs, cleanse the court of evil ministers!" and "Wash away the shame of a thousand years, restore the glory of Jiangdong!" Then, the crowd followed suit, the shouts of over fifty thousand rising and falling, shaking the heavens and earth, which seemed to tremble in response.

After listening to Jiang Rushui's inspiring speech, he couldn't help but admire her. He hadn't expected such courage from a seemingly frail woman; truly, one should look at someone with new eyes after only three days.

Jiang Rushui then continued, "A country has its laws, a family has its rules, and our army should naturally have its own laws to follow. Luo Cheng, you will read out the army's regulations on the spot, so that all officers, high and low, may know them."

Luo Cheng accepted the order, unfurled a yellow scroll, and read: "Failure to advance at the sound of the drum, failure to retreat at the sound of the gong, failure to rise when the flag is raised, failure to submit when the flag is pressed down—this is considered slow discipline, punishable by death. Failure to respond to being called by name, failure to rise during roll call, failure to arrive on time, and any violation of discipline—this is considered deceiving the army, punishable by death. The night watchman's drum must be sounded..." Failure to report, deviation from planned operations, and unclear communication constitutes a negligent army, punishable by death. Frequent complaints, slander of the commander, disobedience to orders, and obstruction of discipline constitute a rebellious army, punishable by death. Loud laughter and defiant disregard for regulations, and verbal abuse of the army commander constitutes a careless army, punishable by death. The use of weapons that embezzle funds and provisions, resulting in broken bows and crossbows, blunted arrows, dull swords and halberds, and tattered flags, constitutes a greedy army, punishable by death. Spreading rumors and sophistry, fabricating supernatural beings, invoking dreams, and engaging in rampant heresy and deception... Soldiers, this is a demonic army; those who offend will be executed. Those with treacherous tongues and sharp teeth, who sow discord and incite soldiers to fight amongst themselves, causing chaos in the ranks, are a rebellious army; those who offend will be executed. Those who, wherever they go, oppress the people and abuse women, are a treacherous army; those who offend will be executed. Those who gather in the army to discuss matters in private tents, secretly gathering information, are spies; those who offend will be executed. Those who overhear plans or orders and leak them to the enemy, are traitors; those who offend will be executed. Those who, when summoned, are speechless and unresponsive, bowing their heads and pulling back their sleeves... "If a soldier looks hesitant, he is a coward; he shall be executed. If a soldier goes out to join the ranks, causing chaos and disorder, and speaks loudly and disobeys orders, he is a rebellious soldier; he shall be executed. If a soldier feigns injury or illness to avoid the campaign, or fakes death to escape, he is a treacherous soldier; he shall be executed. If a person in charge of money and provisions favors his confidants when distributing rewards, causing resentment among the soldiers, he is a corrupt soldier; he shall be executed. If a soldier fails to properly observe the enemy, fails to conduct thorough investigations, fails to report his arrival, or reports more than he has arrived, he is a misleading soldier; he shall be executed."

"The army is setting out!" After Luo Cheng finished reading, Jiang Rushui pointed his long sword northward, and the Imperial Guards marched out of the north gate, joining the 50,000-strong army outside the city gate, and rolled northward.

(60) The Assassin is Ruthless
At that time, Nanchang City was not far from Wuchang, only about a thousand li away. If a person rode a thousand-li horse, he could arrive in a day.

But the situation is different now. At the current marching speed, it would take at least ten days for 50,000 men to arrive.

The May sun was already showing its power; it was setting in the west, and although there was a slight breeze, it couldn't dispel the scorching heat. The more than 50,000 men were arranged in four columns, their banners stretching for more than ten miles. Under the blazing sun, the soldiers were disciplined and silent, focusing only on their journey, with only the occasional neighing of their horses.

The road ahead kicked up dust several feet high; if someone looked closely, they might mistake it for a giant gray-yellow dragon winding its way forward!

Dressed as a scholar, I rode on horseback, suffering greatly. Dust covered my head and face, occasionally even getting into my nostrils. I thought back to when I came to Nanchang alone, how carefree I was, able to easily leap several miles with a simple display of lightness skill. Unlike now, I had to endure such hardship. Unaccustomed to riding, I swayed and twisted on horseback, my backside aching, every movement awkward. Frustrated, I glared angrily at a four-horse carriage beside me.

And there it was, sitting comfortably inside—Jiang Rushui!

As if sensing my intense gaze, Jiang Rushui lifted the curtain, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful face. Her eyes gleaming with a smile, she said, "Young Master Xu, are you comfortable after a day of riding? If you feel unwell, please come and sit in my carriage and rest!"

Ladies and gentlemen, don't be fooled by Jiang Rushui's seemingly kind words. Those 50,000 Jiangdong soldiers are known for their strict discipline, walking silently and without complaint. If I, as their bodyguard, were to slip into a woman's carriage, what would everyone think? Where would I put my face?!

I glared at her fiercely again, then clasped my hands and said, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am but a commoner; how could I presume to presume upon your presence? Your Majesty, are you trying to humiliate me?"

"If that's the case, then I was indeed overthinking it."

Watching her half-smiling face disappear behind the curtains, a surge of anger rose within me. This vixen is hot and cold towards me, always enjoying teasing me and making me look foolish. I really wish I could…

Amitabha, good, good, the time is not yet ripe. This army of over fifty thousand is not to be trifled with. I forcefully channeled my inner strength to suppress that burning anger. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, the river flows like water. You wait, when the time comes… hehe…

The army marched straight ahead, only stopping at dusk, where they cooked and set up camp!

As Jiang Rushui finished her tasteless dinner, even I, accustomed to gourmet food, felt utterly disgusted. It truly was communal rations; even someone of Jiang Rushui's high status had to eat this. Soldiers really have it tough!

While I was grumbling inwardly, Jiang Rushui, surprisingly, showed absolutely no reaction after finishing her meal. I was secretly astonished. This little vixen's appetite was really strange. Could it be that she's used to delicacies and now finds this more appealing?

Since the meal began, Jiang Rushui had inexplicably ignored me. Feeling bored, I stepped out of the tent and wandered around.

I wanted to find someone to chat with to pass the time, but I hadn't expected the "Suicide Squad" to be so disciplined. The guards I encountered were like wooden figures, refusing to answer any questions.

I wanted to chat with a woman, but the Twelve Guards in Colorful Robes just stood coldly guarding the main tent. What a waste of those beautiful faces; they were all as stiff as monks in a temple, completely motionless.

I shook my head, looking around. At only twelve and a half years old, I'd never seen a military camp before, and this was a perfect opportunity to broaden my horizons.

I strolled leisurely, but time flew by. The cold moonlight had already reached the mountainside; it was past midnight. Oh no!

Seeing all the soldiers going back to their tents to sleep, I realized, where am I going to sleep? No, I have to ask Jiang Rushui.

When I reached the main tent, all the soldiers who had been guarding it were gone, even the Twelve Guards in Colorful Robes had vanished. Curious, I quickly went inside. Before I could even call out, I heard the sound of water coming from inside.

Could it be that she's taking a bath?

That's quite plausible; besides Jiang Rushui, who else could be in the main tent?

The thought stirred a surge of excitement within me. I'd infuriated her during the day, and now was the perfect opportunity to get my revenge.

I crouched down, using my "Starry Chess Steps" technique to make no sound, and stealthily slipped inside…

Only a small candle burned in the inner tent. Hidden in the dim light, I secretly lifted a corner of the curtain.

I expected to see Jiang Rushui's beautiful body, but what I saw shocked me.

A three-foot-long sword, as black as ink and utterly dull, was slowly thrusting towards the back of Jiang Rushui's neck. Even with my unparalleled martial arts skills, I had never witnessed such a slow thrust. The sword's speed could only be described as a snail's crawl, while our beautiful princess remained completely oblivious, leisurely washing her magnificent body with a towel.

In the blink of an eye, just as the longsword was three feet away from Jiang Rushui, I snapped out of my shock and shouted, "Watch out behind you!" I

instantly channeled all my strength to its peak, leaping behind the tub and striking the black sword with my palm.

The swordsman, at the very moment I shouted, suddenly increased the sword's speed. In a daze, the black sword seemed to emit a dazzling light, blinding me with countless stars. Seven of these stars moved with incredible speed, hurtling towards my chest and abdomen.

Although I didn't know what those seven stars were, I knew they were dangerous. The distance was far too close; if I dodged, that thing would surely rush towards Jiang Rushui, and given her current condition, she likely wouldn't be able to dodge. I'll risk it all. Although she's not my woman now, she's already mine. How can a man of my stature allow his woman to be harmed?

Just as my protective inner energy filled my body, I heard seven consecutive "plop plop plop..." sounds as the seven beautiful, dazzling stars struck my body. Although my inner strength had been profound for over two hundred years, I was still only flesh and blood. The seven stars penetrated an inch into my body and could go no further.

My inner strength seemed to recede rapidly like a tide. With my last remaining strength, I used a palm strike to deflect the fatal sword. In the instant I fell, I finally saw the assassin clearly. He was completely shrouded in thick black clothing, completely concealing his figure, making it impossible to tell if he was male or female. He wore a jet-black mask that faintly gleamed with a metallic sheen.

"Ah—!" Jiang Rushui screamed in my ears. I collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious, and stepped into utter darkness… …

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Hmm," I groaned, my whole body wracked with pain, and slowly opened my eyes.

"Where am I?" I groaned, still somewhat disoriented.

"Hell." A cold, buzzing voice echoed, indistinct as male or female.

Startled, my consciousness finally returned. I remembered Jiang Rushui, I remembered that ink-black sword, I remembered those seven dazzling lights, I remembered…

I turned towards the source of the voice and saw the man in thick black clothes standing with his back to me, his chest wide open.

I shuddered inwardly and tried to stand up, but my body was limp and powerless. That powerful aura was nowhere to be found; no matter how I called out, it wouldn't appear.

"Don't waste your energy." The cold voice rang in my ears again. "It's a miracle you survived after being struck by my Seven Star Deadly Sword. But your dantian is shattered, half of your extraordinary meridians are severed, and all your martial arts skills are gone. You won't be able to practice martial arts anymore."

Hearing this, I was filled with despair. You see, I've been destined for martial arts since birth, practicing since the age of three, without missing a single day. I've always had a smooth life, never imagining that one day I would lose my martial arts, lose the only thing I relied on in my life.

In the martial arts world, heroes are judged by their skills; strength is everything. How can a cripple who has lost all his skills protect my eighteen beautiful mothers? How can he venture into the martial world and find his father who has been missing for over a decade?

"Who are you?" Although I've just suffered this great calamity, I'm strong-willed by nature, and I shook off that ominous thought.

"Leng Qing, third on the list of assassins in the martial arts world!"

The man suddenly turned around, and this time I could see clearly that he was wearing an iron mask, which explained his muffled voice.

"Assassin!" I was shocked and thought to myself, this is it.

Assassins, also known as assassins, are a profession where someone is hired to kill the client's enemies in the dark. I vaguely remember that Bai Xiaosheng once compiled a list of assassins in the martial arts world. I don't remember anything else, but I know that the first-ranked assassin was called "Soul-Stealing Kiss," the second was called "A Plum Blossom," and the third was called "Ten Steps One Kill."

Why do I only remember these three?

Because no one knows who these three people are, what their names are; no one knows what martial arts they use or what weapons they use; and no one has ever seen their faces. Those who have seen them are now just dust, forever bound to the earth.

"Third on the list? So you are Ten Steps One Kill?" I was shocked and thought to myself, my life is over!

(Sixty-one) From General to Slave:

The Seven-Star Deadly Sword

The sword was three feet and three inches long, jet black, and incomparably sharp. Its blade had seven holes, each inlaid with a star-shaped hidden weapon. When the sword was thrust forward, the wielder's internal force would penetrate the blade, causing the seven star-shaped hidden weapons to fly out with a blinding flash, taking a life unexpectedly.

No wonder this Iron-Faced Man was nicknamed "Ten Steps, One Kill." Once the Seven Star Deadly Sword had been used, there was no second chance to kill; its optimal attack range was precisely within ten steps. "Ten Steps, One Kill" truly lived up to its name.

In the martial arts world, reputation is extremely important. As long as the reputation is resounding enough, it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad.

Assassins are no exception.

Assassins value their reputation!

And "reputation" has always been in cahoots with "profit."

The top three on the martial arts assassin rankings are unknown to everyone, thus appearing the most mysterious. For assassins, maintaining their mystery and remaining unknown to outsiders has many advantages.

Not only would it increase one's safety, but the corresponding commission fees would also rise accordingly.

However, someone has now broken this record.

The third-ranked assassin, "Ten Steps One Kill," actually failed, not killing his target for the first time. And this unexpected culprit, after being struck by the Seven Star Deadly Sword, was unharmed, only losing a significant amount of his internal energy! Such a serious mistake severely damaged an assassin's confidence.

The Iron-Mask Man trembled slightly. For an assassin, a small mistake could lead to irreparable losses, the worst being—losing his life!

The Iron-Mask Man was extremely curious about the young man before him.

Judging from his appearance, he was young, at most eighteen or nineteen years old. It was this half-grown boy who blocked his earth-shattering, deadly attack.

Such profound skill at such a young age—if it weren't for tonight's events that caused him to lose all his power, how many people in the world would be his match in a few years?

The Iron-Mask Man's thoughts shifted, and a flash of greed appeared in his eyes hidden beneath the iron mask.

If I were to master this divine skill, who in the martial world could rival me?

"Caw caw..."

A piercing, ravenous laugh rang out from his mouth. I glared at him fiercely and began examining my body.

This place seemed to be a basement, dark, damp, and reeking of mildew.

Tearing open my shirt, I revealed seven deep wounds, each an inch deep, star-shaped on my exposed chest and abdomen. Strangely, these stars formed exactly the Big Dipper, and their ends were located one and a third of an inch below my navel—my dantian was indeed destroyed.

I wanted to cry but had no tears; nearly ten years of arduous training had been destroyed in an instant!

The only saving grace was that my appearance, achieved through the "Explosive Breathing" technique, hadn't changed due to the dissipation of my power, and my body hadn't returned to its original state; I was still seven feet tall.

Right now, I had no time to think about such trivial matters. My life was in the hands of the Iron-Faced Man. He hadn't asked me to become the son-in-law of the King of Hell; he must have something to do with it.

Sure enough, his booming voice rang out again.

"I don't want to know who you are. If you want to live, I'll give you a chance."

"As long as you tell me your entire cultivation technique, I'll spare your life, hehehe..."

Though the iron mask concealed his face, I could still imagine his smug and arrogant expression.

"You're dreaming! I, Xu Qi, have been captured by you today. Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you! You want my divine cultivation method? Dream on!" I roared. "

Hmph, still stubborn even when you're dead. Watch my Dislocating Bone Hand!" The iron-masked man grabbed my right wrist, and a chaotic surge of internal energy rushed into my body. In an instant, my meridians reversed, and it felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at my bones. The pain was so intense that I was covered in sweat, and tears almost streamed down my face.

At just over twelve years old, I had never suffered such torment. But I was born with a hard bone; I would rather die than be humiliated!

"How does it feel? If you tell me the secret technique, not only will you not suffer, but you'll also save your life!"

"Hmph," I gritted my teeth and snorted angrily, my voice trembling with pain, "Don't try that on me! If I told you, I'd be dead already!"

The Iron-Faced Man, enraged that I had hit a nerve, roared, "Fine, I'll see how long you can hold out, you little brat!"

His delicate white hands flew wildly across my body, performing a series of techniques: dislocating tendons and bones, extracting marrow, reversing blood flow, searching souls…

Thanks to my perseverance and unwavering spirit, finally, an hour later, the Iron-Faced Man sat panting not far away, somewhat dejectedly admiring the human version of this "ink-splashed landscape painting" before him.

My exposed upper body was a gruesome sight, patches of black, white, blue, and purple.

At twelve years old, I was originally kind and lustful, a boy who knew nothing of hatred. If I were to ask who I hated most in my life, it would undoubtedly be the person standing before me.

At this moment, I was being tortured by him, cold sweat pouring down my back, and several cracks were faintly visible on my steel teeth. Even so, I still couldn't utter the incantation for the Nine Transformations of the Carefree Divine Skill.

Exhausted, I opened my mouth for a long time before finally uttering a few weak syllables: "I never imagined that the third-ranked assassin in the world would be such a coward. What skills do your little hands have other than torturing people?"

With a clang, the Iron-Faced Man, enraged, drew his Seven Star Deadly Sword, the tip pressed tightly against the tender flesh of my neck. If he were to push it forward even an inch further, Xu Zhengqi would cease to exist.

"Make your move? What? Reluctant, are you?"

How could the Iron-Faced Man, who desired unparalleled martial arts, kill me so easily?

Sheathing his longsword, the Iron-Faced Man calmly walked out of the basement, tossing out a parting remark, "I'll starve you for a few days, let's see how long you can last!"

"Phew—," he slumped to the ground, relieved. It seemed he'd escaped death,

but he was still destined for hunger. Though exhausted, I had to think things through.

Judging from the Iron-Faced Man's attitude, he wouldn't give up until he got the secret manual; I'd suffer for it later. Conversely, at least for now, I'd only suffer minor injuries, not death.

But if I didn't give him a taste of the benefits, he might lose patience and kill me with a single sword strike.

The Nine Transformations of Freedom was the culmination of my master Hua Bisheng's painstaking research; how could it fall into the hands of such a wicked and evil person?

I've got it! I'll tell him the secret manual of the Nine Heavens Conquering Women Technique! Only the first half, let him practice until he goes mad with lust and dies! Heh heh—

daring to torment me like this, I'll send you to the eighteenth level of hell!

But if I suddenly changed my mind and told him the secret technique, he would surely be suspicious. It seems this can't be rushed; I have to proceed slowly, gradually softening him as he resists, and telling him the great technique's incantation bit by bit. But this will inevitably involve some suffering!

But compared to my life, what is a little suffering? As long as I'm alive, I'll fight another day. As long as I escape, even if I lose all my martial arts, I will find a way to tear him to pieces and grind his bones to dust.

I cursed the iron-masked man viciously in my heart, wishing homage to all his female relatives for eighteen generations before finally falling into a deep sleep, still cursing.

For days, I've been in a daze, hunger clinging to me like a maggot. If it weren't for the several equally hungry rats relentlessly burrowing into my mouth, I would have become a zombie long ago.

That day, I was jolted awake by a basin of water. Still groggy, I paid no attention to anything around me, only sticking out my tongue to frantically lick the water off my body.

"Hmph, I never thought the guard of the dignified Princess Ning would stoop to this level."

It was that same unchanging, muffled voice.

I forced my eyes open. Black clothes, an iron mask, and that black longsword.

"Well? Have you made up your mind?" the masked man asked expectantly.

I didn't answer, only staring intently at him with my long-lost eyes.

For a long time.

"You're courting death." The masked man waved his sleeve and turned to leave. Just as he pushed open the broken door to the basement and was about to leave, I heard a "uh" behind me.

I nodded helplessly. Seeing my compromise, the masked man exclaimed happily, "You should have said so earlier! I'd give you food right away!"

Hearing that there was food, I was so excited that I fainted again.

... When I awoke again, I found myself lying on a large white-curtained bed. The nagging hunger had vanished, and my spirits seemed to be slowly recovering. Besides

the white-curtained wooden bed, there was only a table with a bronze mirror on it. Judging from the damaged mirror, the owner of this room was not wealthy. As I was observing, the door was pushed open, and a plump middle-aged woman, around thirty years old, entered. Her large, watery eyes were captivating, and a bright red beauty mark adorned her cherry lips. She had fair, smooth skin, large breasts like papayas, and hips larger than a wooden basin. The woman glanced at me with a dark expression, said nothing, and closed the door behind her. A moment later, the Iron-Masked Man arrived, followed by the woman. "Heh heh—," the Iron-Masked Man chuckled shrilly, his voice booming, "If you had compromised earlier, you wouldn't be suffering like this!" I looked at him with disgust and remained silent. The Iron-Faced Man, unperturbed, instructed the woman, "Zhang Ma, prepare paper, ink, and brush!" Zhang Ma, the woman, responded with a "Yes," and silently placed the items on the dressing table—white paper and black ink, all ready. "Write!" the Iron-Faced Man said. I lay on the bed, feigning reluctance, before slowly moving to the table, picking up the brush, and beginning to write. "Just this much?" The Iron-Faced Man looked at me suspiciously, holding the sheet of Xuan paper with only about a hundred characters. I remained calm and said, "Of course not. If I were to write the whole thing at once, I'm afraid I wouldn't see the sun tomorrow." The Iron-Faced Man let out a sharp laugh, thinking to himself, "You're not stupid, kid. It seems you want to wear me down slowly, hoping to save your life with some mental techniques." He understood and said, "Could this be fake?" His eyes flashed coldly as he stared intently at me. "You'll know for sure once you try!" I raised my head and met his eyes without fear. The masked man stared at me for a long time, unable to discern anything from my expression, and said coldly, "You wouldn't dare." He continued, "From now on, you are my slave, doing odd jobs with Zhang Ma." As he spoke, he walked away, turning back just before leaving, adding, "Don't even think about escaping. You've been poisoned by my Bone-Softening and Tendon-Lowering Powder; you'll be weak in all four limbs for the rest of your life, weaker than an ordinary person. Besides, this valley is surrounded by high cliffs on all sides; without top-notch lightness skills, you won't be able to escape." With that, he chuckled and strode away. Seeing his arrogant demeanor, I desperately wanted to rush forward and give him a good beating. But things weren't the same as before. When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Besides, now I'm the fish on the chopping block, completely at their mercy. I gritted my teeth and endured it! But what did he mean by Bone-Softening and Tendon-Lowering Powder? Although I was weak, I clearly had strength in my hands. What was going on? I slapped my thigh and let out a scream, startling Zhang Ma. I'm immune to all poisons, so what's there to be afraid of? But I can't let anyone know this, so I smiled sheepishly at Zhang Ma and apologized repeatedly. Zhang Ma seemed to think the Iron-Faced Man was far away, and her true nature resurfaced. She put one hand on her hip, pointed at me with the other, and roared fiercely, "You little brat, you skinny monkey, get back to work!" This woman, though somewhat attractive, was like a shrew, a typical shrew. A wise man doesn't fight when he's at a disadvantage; being new here, patience is key. I left the house and followed Zhang Ma, finally getting a good look at the scenery of this mansion. Looking into the distance, the valley, spanning about ten acres, was indeed, as the Iron-Faced Man had said, surrounded by high cliffs for miles around. Looking closer, the mansion didn't have high walls; it was just one large house connected to seven or eight smaller houses. In the setting sun, wisps of smoke were rising from the roof of one of the small houses in the backyard. "You damned servant, hey, I'm talking to you!" Zhang Ma, the tigress, roared repeatedly. "What are you looking at?" Looking at Zhang Ma, who was disturbing my enjoyment of the scenery, I said disdainfully, "None of your business." "Oh ho, you little brat, you dare to talk back to me as soon as you arrive? Let's see how I deal with you. Big Tiger!" Woof—a loud bark, and a large yellow dog, about a meter tall, appeared out of nowhere, rushed to Zhang Ma's side, and stared at me menacingly. "Bite him!" Zhang Ma commanded, and the large yellow dog pounced on me. I yelled and rolled away, dodging the dog's attack, and shouted angrily, "This shrew, she actually let the dog bite me!" Zhang Ma sneered, "So what if it bites you? Big Tiger, go get him, bite this little brat to death." Seeing that its first pounce missed, the large yellow dog was about to pounce again when it heard Zhang Ma's shout and immediately pounced on both of them. In the past, I could have easily dealt with this vicious dog and that wicked woman with just my little finger. Although I had lost all my internal strength, my ordinary hand and foot skills were still quite good. Now, in order to hide the little secret that I hadn't been poisoned, I had to pretend to be a weakling. When the yellow dog pounced, I didn't dare to fight back, but just ran forward, occasionally pretending to be exhausted and rolling around a few times. Seeing that Da Hu always managed to dodge the boy's attacks, Zhang Ma was furious and followed after him, cursing and swearing. (Sixty-two) With a "bang," I stumbled into the house that was emitting blue smoke. It didn't look like it was a big house. It was obviously a kitchen. Four or five middle-aged women were cooking. Some were lighting the fire, and some were washing vegetables. Hearing the loud noise, all the women looked at me. I originally just wanted to pretend to be weak, but I didn't expect that the pretense would become real. When I entered the house, I tripped on the threshold so lightly that everyone saw a tall, thin young man, covered in dirt, falling face-first into the dirt. "Ah—!" Everyone in the room screamed in unison. A yellow dog, as big as a wolf, rushed in and pounced on the young man on the ground. Its white canines gleamed coldly, and it bit down on the young man's buttocks. "Ah—!" I cried out in pain and punched the vicious dog, sending it stumbling and falling to the side. I couldn't hold back my punch; I used all my strength, but I could only push the dog away. The vicious dog glared menacingly. I grabbed a thick fire poker from the side and held it horizontally against my chest, confronting the dog. Zhang Ma, the "Big Tiger," arrived shortly after. She saw me holding the poker in one hand and clutching my buttocks with the other, with traces of blood dripping from my fingers. She let out a wicked laugh, her buttocks and breasts undulating as she laughed, her fat body trembling violently.

After a while, she stopped laughing and said sternly, "You brat, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you off. From now on, you'll be in charge of fetching water and chopping wood for the whole household. You dare to go against me again? I'll let you off easy today, but next time Big Tiger will bite your backside until it's bruised and battered!"

She finished with another burst of giggles, gave a shout, and the woman and dog strode away.

Watching all this, I was filled with hatred. My handsome face contorted in anger, turning ashen, my eyes blazing with fury, and I gritted my teeth. I secretly vowed that I would not be a gentleman if I didn't avenge this, and then… oh…

Ouch! My legs trembled, and I couldn't support myself, collapsing to the ground. Unfortunately, I touched my wound, wincing in pain and crying out in agony.

Several women inside the house, seeing that Zhang Ma had gone far away, came forward one after another. A pale-faced woman whispered, "Young man, are you new here?"

I nodded and said, "Auntie, do you have any medicine for wounds?" "

Yes, Aunt Chen, go and get some medicine for you, brother." A woman with darker skin beside me said nothing, turned around, and went out.

The group helped me, making me bend over and lie face down on a long bench. To be honest, this posture was really unseemly; in front of a group of women, I felt utterly ashamed and indignant, and my hatred for Zhang Ma intensified.

"Young man, Zhang Ma is not someone to be trifled with; she's the head steward of our household. We newcomers suffered quite a bit," the pale-faced woman said. "

Hmph," I gritted my teeth and remained silent.

"Young man, listen to your auntie, do your work quietly, and don't argue with Zhang Ma."

There's no such thing as a free lunch. I changed the subject, saying, "Auntie, have you been here for a long time?"

"Brother, you're too kind. Just call me Li Niang." The pale-faced woman then pointed to three other women beside her and said, "We all came to this manor at the same time, it's been three years."

The three women were thin and plain-looking, completely lacking the voluptuous figures of Li Niang and Chen Ma, and therefore didn't attract my attention at all. I thanked them and then asked Li Niang, "Li Niang, have you gone out in these three years?"

Li Niang replied, "No. When we first came to this manor, it was the Third Master who brought us in. The Third Master is a god, you know, he can fly. Thinking back to when he jumped off the cliff, my heart is still pounding." Li Niang patted her chest lightly, her charming face changing color, she was actually quite cute.

"Aren't your families worried?"

The women's expressions darkened. "We're all widows. I'm the only one with a daughter. Their families died young, and they're all alone. Who cares about our lives?"

I'd inadvertently reopened their wounds, and the atmosphere in the room became heavy. I regretted my words; too much talk leads to trouble. Just then, a soft voice called out,

"The medicine's here."

It was Chen Ma returning. The women rushed to pull down my pants, but I held on tightly to my waistband, blushing. "Um, well, I'll do it myself. Don't trouble you ladies."

Li Niang snapped, "Don't even mention your buttocks! I'm over 30, you stinky men! Haven't I seen your...things before? Besides, at my age, I could be your mother! Let go, you brat!"

I was extremely embarrassed, my face turning even redder. The women burst into laughter, even the usually taciturn Chen Ma smiled.

Extremes beget their opposites.

Embarrassed, I steeled myself and pulled my pants down to my thighs. I'd been with hundreds of women, what were a few of you to me?

The women's eyes gleamed when they saw me with my pants down, their gazes intentionally or unintentionally glancing at my crotch, and even their laughter stopped.

I lay there, waiting for someone to apply the medicine, then turned and said, "Li Niang, hurry and apply the medicine!"

Hearing me call out, Li Niang snapped out of her daze and chuckled, "I really didn't realize you were so skinny, but you're quite well-endowed!"

Looking at their expressions, a surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, and my little brother immediately stood erect, nodding in acknowledgment. Damn it, this fiery energy that had been raging for years hadn't diminished at all despite the dissipation of my powers, and now I was making a fool of myself again.

Li Niang was a woman of few words, daring to say anything: "Little brother, why is your little brother up?"

Embarrassed, I wished I could disappear into a hole in the ground. I turned away, buried my face in my arms, and ignored her completely. Seeing me so shy, like an ostrich, the other women burst into laughter.

A moment later, a soft hand began to clean the wound on my buttocks. The hand felt a little rough, but it was, after all, a woman's hand. Having endured the hardships of hunger and abstinence for the past few days,

my manhood was getting restless, remaining aroused throughout the application of the medicine. After the medicine was applied, everyone went about their own business. As the injured man, under Li Niang's care, they all insisted I lie down on the stool for a while.

"Li Niang, I'm new to this place and don't know who's here. Tell me about them," I said, striking up a conversation out of boredom.

While stir-frying the vegetables, Li Niang asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

"Xu Qi, everyone just call me A-Qi." The Iron-Faced Man only knew this alias, so I'll stick with it.

"A-Qi, what a good name, brother. Actually, there aren't many people in our household. There are three masters, each with a wife."

I interjected, "Where are the First and Second Masters? Is the Third Master always dressed in black with an iron mask?"

"The First and Second Masters only left the valley yesterday, and the Third Master is indeed dressed like that!"

"Have any of you seen the true faces of the three masters?"

“Ah Qi, don’t tell anyone about this,” Li Niang cautioned. “I’ve been here for three years, and the three masters are always dressed in black with iron masks. I’ve never actually seen what they look like. But the three ladies are extremely beautiful, each one as lovely as a flower. Not to mention men, even women would be captivated by them.”

My heart skipped a beat. So the iron-masked man must be a man. I pretended to be skeptical: “Are they really that beautiful?”

Li Niang sensed my disbelief and said, “Ah Qi, don’t be so skeptical. You’ll know once you see them. Don’t get any funny ideas. The three masters in the manor are ruthless killers. Be careful.”

I nodded and said, “I know that. I was captured by them. Who else is in the manor?”

“There are only three maids who serve the three ladies: one named Xiao Ying, one named Xiao Yan, and one named Xiao Hong, who is my daughter. Ah Qi, who else is in your family?” Li Niang suddenly changed the subject and asked this strange question.

I was extremely cautious in this mansion, daring not to speak the truth. I said, "I was orphaned at a young age and raised on the milk of many families."

A thin woman beside me said, "Li Niang, are you checking people's household registrations because you want to marry your Xiao Hong to A Qi?"

Upon hearing this, Li Niang put down the spatula in her hand, turned around, and instead of feeling ashamed, said with delight, "That's good! That's exactly what I was thinking. I'll introduce her to A Qi tomorrow. A Qi, don't let my appearance fool you, my Xiao Hong is very pretty."

Strange things happen every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual. First, I was dragged into this inexplicable valley, and now, before long, I'm even introducing my daughter to a man I'm meeting for the first time.

"Li Niang, please don't laugh at me. I'm just a penniless young man, how could I be qualified to get married? You should let Xiao Hong marry into a higher social class!"

Li Niang laughed and scolded, "I'm trying to introduce my daughter to you out of kindness, but you don't appreciate it. What high-class branch is there in this mansion?"

I laughed and said, "What are three masters if not high-class branches?"

Upon hearing this, Li Niang's face changed. "Aqi, don't talk about such things." Lowering her voice, she added, "Don't let these words reach the three masters. Last year, that slut Xiaoying sneaked into the eldest master's room in the middle of the night and almost got beaten to death by him. If it weren't for the eldest madam's intercession, Xiaoying

would have been dead long ago! All three masters in the manor are very loving towards their wives. I've been here for so long, and I haven't seen any of them take a concubine." I hadn't expected these three to be so devoted. Even assassins can have feelings?

"Sigh," Li Niang sighed, "My daughter and I have been in this manor for three years now, and it seems we can forget about ever leaving the valley. Xiaohong is sixteen this year. If she were outside, she would have been married and had children two years ago, and I could be holding my grandchildren then. Aqi, now my only hope rests on you. Don't let me down."

I coughed a few times to cover my embarrassment. There are actually people in this world asking others to marry their own daughters! I thought to myself, could Xiaohong be an ugly monster?

Just then, a beautiful woman in red walked in from outside. I looked up and was immediately struck by her beauty…

The woman before me was tall and imposing, dressed in a fiery red dress, full of vitality. Every inch of her skin seemed elastic, passionate and unrestrained, her movements graceful and poised. She walked with long strides, showing none of the affected mannerisms of a typical young lady. Her firm, large breasts, held in front of her chest, burned my heart like two fireballs, like a strong liquor that made me drunk. Her full figure seemed to be inherited from Li Niang, even her plump hips were only one size smaller than Li Niang's.

As soon as she entered the room, the atmosphere inside instantly changed from spring to summer, a fiery youthful energy rushing towards me.

(Sixty-three) The Happy Life of a Servant

"Mother, is the food ready? It's almost time to eat." As soon as Xiao Hong spoke, I was startled and shivered, falling off the stool and crying out in pain.

"Mother, who is this person?" Xiao Hong stood there boldly, pointing at the ground and shouting at Li Niang.

Her rough, hoarse voice made my heart pound. I was secretly astonished; such a manly voice came from the lips of a young woman.

"You silly girl, I always tell you to speak softly and learn from the ladies, but you never listen. Now look what's happened, you've scared Aqi." Li Niang put down her work, helped me to a stool, and complained to her daughter.

Xiao Hong was unhappy and protested, "Mother, why are you siding with outsiders? I'm your daughter!"

"Look at you, girl, don't you know how to speak? Aqi is a guest, we should at least take care of him, shouldn't we?"

The other women had already figured out that Li Niang was desperate for a grandson, and they were showing me meticulous care.

I said awkwardly, "Li Niang, Xiao Hong is very straightforward. It's rare to find a girl as pure and simple as her." I gave her a silent pat, which made the woman chuckle.

"I knew it! My judgment is always right. Aqi is quite eloquent. Come, come, let me properly introduce you two." Li Niang pulled Xiao Hong in front of me. I gritted my teeth and stood up, enduring the pain.

Li Niang was very polite; seeing me about to get up, she pressed me back down onto the stool. "Aqi is injured; it's better for you to sit."

My bottom hit the stool, and another sharp pain shot through me. I couldn't bear the pain, and my contorted face forced a forced smile, unaware that to outsiders it looked like a helpless, bitter smile.

"This is my daughter, Gao Hong, sixteen years old, unmarried," Li Niang said meaningfully.

"Hello, young lady!" I managed to utter a few words, my face contorted.

"Mother, look at this brat, he always has such a sour face when he talks, who wants to know him?" Gao Hong was clearly dissatisfied with the boy she had just met, who was speaking to her with a bitter expression.

"Oh, my dear daughter, I already told you, Aqi is injured, so it's inevitable that he'll be in some pain. Aqi, don't mind him."

I shook my head and said, "Li Niang, I didn't take it to heart."

"That's good, daughter, his name is Xu Qi, he's ten..." Li Niang turned her head and asked me, "How old is Aqi this year?"

Wow, she dared to introduce her daughter to me without knowing my age, it seems Li Niang considers me her prospective son-in-law.

"Eighteen!" How could I dare say that I was actually not even thirteen years old? Right now, anyone would think I was over eighteen.

"Ha, perfect timing! Men should marry when they're of age, and women should marry when they're of age. Ah Qi, don't let her rough voice fool you; my daughter is incredibly meticulous and hardworking, especially her needlework. She's exceptionally skilled; the lotus flowers she embroiders are so lifelike!" Li Niang, promoting her daughter's hand, chimed in.

Several other women chimed in, "That's right! Xiao Hong's skills are superb. Whoever marries her will never have to buy clothes again!"

Gao Hong, though more outgoing than most women, was still only a sixteen-year-old girl. Hearing everyone arranging marriages for her in front of men, she felt incredibly shy. She picked up a tray, placed several bowls of freshly cooked dishes on it, and left.

Upon seeing me, Li Niang was overjoyed. "Hey, see? My daughter can be shy now! Haha, this is promising!"

Several thin women, being the gossipy type, quickly congratulated her, saying things like, "May you grow old together, have a long and happy marriage, and have many children..."

I was so embarrassed I couldn't lift my head, which made Li Niang laugh heartily.

After I washed the dust off my face, my dirty and tattered clothes couldn't diminish my handsome features. At 1.78 meters tall, I was quite dashing, and the several country women who had never seen me before were stunned.

"What a handsome young man," Li Niang murmured to herself, her phoenix eyes flashing with a strange light. The other thin women looked at me like wolves encountering lambs, hungry as if they wanted to devour me. Even Chen Ma, the dark-skinned woman who had been silent all along, blushed a little.

Who says only men are lustful? These lustful women in front of me shattered that notion.

My face flushed red; my martial arts skills had vanished, and even my skin had become much thinner. I coughed a few times on purpose, finally managing to pull them back from their reverie.

Seeing the strange look in my eyes, Li Niang blushed on her fair, oval face, turned away, and said to the other women, "Isn't my judgment good? Our Xiao Hong is lucky."

The women echoed her sentiments, their voices rising in a cacophony. They say three women make a drama, and those three thin women plus Li Niang truly overwhelmed me. Chen Ma was much better; she remained silent, which made me look at her with new respect.

Servants really aren't men; the best food was served to the masters and mistresses, while we were relegated to a small, unpainted wooden table in the kitchen. Although it was just a few ordinary dishes, for someone who had been eating live rats for days, it was like a delicacy.

I wolfed it down, like a starving ghost carrying a baby. Seeing me eating so quickly, Li Niang kept urging me to eat slowly, even patting my chest and massaging my back, just like she would her own son.

I gratefully said to her, "Thank you, Li Niang."

"Look at you, child, so formal. From now on, this is your home, and we are your family. Aqi, you'd better hurry! I've been wanting a grandson for so long, and my wish is all pinned on you!" Hearing her bring up Xiao Hong again, and thinking of Gao Hong's loud voice, I felt a chill run down my spine. I quickly changed the subject, "By the way, why aren't Xiao Hong and the other girls eating?"

"Don't worry about them. The three of them and the head steward, Zhang Ma, are eating with the master and mistress."

Silence followed.

After the meal, Li Niang warned me never to go into the front yard, especially the main house and the masters' bedrooms. I knew she was afraid I'd get into another conflict with the tigress Zhang Ma and suffer.

Although I verbally agreed, I didn't really take it seriously. That tigress dared to unleash her dogs to bite me; I'll get my revenge sooner or later.

After taking a good bath by the well, Li Niang brought me some old clothes and said, "Aqi, come sleep in my room tonight. Tomorrow, go out and cut down a few trees to make a bed!"

I blushed and said, "This, how could I possibly accept this!"

"What's there to be embarrassed about? You'll be my son-in-law sooner or later. Besides, I'm old enough to be your mother. Are you afraid I'll take advantage of you?" Li Niang said matter-of-factly.

I know my own situation best; I'm just afraid I won't be able to resist...

Seeing my hesitation, Li Niang added, "There aren't any extra rooms in the house. Are you going to make you sleep in the woodshed? If you're willing, I'd feel bad for you." Li Niang

's sincerity was evident, so how could I refuse?...

Inside Li Niang's room.

"It's getting late, go to bed." Li Niang blew out the candle, took off her outer clothes, and, wearing only a bodice and underwear, crawled into bed. I stood dumbfounded at the head of the bed, at a loss.

"What? Are you really afraid I'll eat you alive... Why aren't you taking off your coat? You little coward, aren't you?"

I steeled myself, stripped off all my clothes except for my underwear, and crawled into bed.

The moon was bright tonight, its light streaming into the room.

I lay motionless, afraid of accidentally touching her and igniting a passionate firestorm. It wasn't that I was afraid of trouble, but in this situation, it was better to avoid it. Under the Iron-Faced Man's watchful eye, I didn't want to be tortured by him again. The memory of that dislocated bone hand still terrified me; I don't know how I endured it.

Li Niang, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, suddenly said, "Aqi, I can't sleep. Talk to me for a while?"

I responded, unsure what to say.

Li Niang continued, "Aqi, don't let my current appearance fool you. When I was young, I was the most beautiful woman in the village!" Judging from her appearance, she must have been quite attractive in her youth, as evidenced by her association with Gao Hong.

"When I was sixteen, my parents wanted to arrange a blind date for me. Matchmakers from all around the village almost wore down the threshold of our house." Li Niang chuckled, as if she had returned to the blossoming youth of her sixteen-year-old self.

"Many suitors came to my house, some were young noblemen, some were small landlords, and even one from a large estate wanted me as a concubine. But I didn't like any of them. Actually, I already had someone I loved. He's my husband.

He's a hunter, tall and strong, about your height, but much stronger. But my parents absolutely refused to agree, so my husband abandoned a sable and eloped with me.

We ran away to the mountains and lived a carefree life. Back then, we planted wheat on a flat piece of land in front of our house and cultivated a few vegetable gardens. Every day I would go down to pick some vegetables, and Xiao Hong's father would go up the mountain to hunt a few rabbits. Life was peaceful and quiet.

Later, we had Xiao Hong, and the whole family lived even happier lives. Xiao Hong never acted like a typical girl; she spent her days with..." Her father kept running up the mountain, just like a little rabbit. Those ten-odd years were the happiest days of my life…” She paused, then changed the subject: “But all of that ended on that day. Three years ago, Xiao Hong’s father went down the mountain with his game, saying he was going to buy me some good cloth…” Li Niang’s voice trembled, and after a long while, she said in a trembling voice: “He never came back. That day, the ground at the foot of the mountain suddenly flooded without any warning, and a perfectly good village was gone. My parents also lost their lives in that flood…” Li Niang suddenly sobbed softly. I patted her shoulder comfortingly, but unexpectedly, she threw herself into my arms, hugging me and crying her heart out. If my shoulder hadn’t covered her mouth, I’m afraid that the Iron-Faced Man would have come over right now. Her sudden

movement startled me. On one hand, I was moved by her tragic story, and on the other hand, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to resist and would violate her. With her hugging me, I didn’t dare to move and could only let her cry her heart out.

Li Niang was voluptuous, slightly overweight. Her large, slightly sagging breasts pressed against my chest, a sensation that felt incredibly pleasurable. Her large, round buttocks rivaled those of Zhang Ma, the "Mother Tiger." With a turn of her body, her plump, round bottom bounced off the covers, her swaying flesh jiggling wildly. A small pair of panties could hardly conceal the allure within; her tender, white buttocks stubbornly peeked out from the edges.

At that moment, the moonlight shone perfectly on her, revealing her full figure.

Having not tasted flesh for days, I could no longer restrain myself. My little brother was already erect, pressing its head against Li Niang's lower abdomen. Li Niang had already sensed it, but facing a man nearly twenty years her junior, she was still somewhat shy and remained motionless.

The flames of desire burned most fiercely in silence. I was already impatient, and secretly released my hands, embracing Li Niang and stroking her white, tender back. The pressure grew heavier, and the area covered wider. When I touched her round, plump buttocks, Li Niang trembled slightly and responded by groping me all over. Encouraged by her, I vigorously twisted her hips, trying to push her closer to me. Li Niang wasn't going to give up easily; she even reached out and touched my penis, grabbing it firmly. She

then whispered flirtatiously in my ear, "You look a lot like my husband."

Boom! A thunderbolt ignited within me. Brothers, if a woman hugged you and told you you looked like her husband, what would you do? Such a blatant hint—what man could remain unmoved?

The lust in my belly surged into my mind, making me lose my senses.

I suddenly rolled over, eagerly embracing her delicate body, showering her cheeks, lips, neck, and breasts with kisses like raindrops. "Li Niang! Li Niang! I, I want it!"

"Oh, Aqi. Come on, hurry up..."

I ripped off her underwear, and Li Niang hurriedly threw off her lower garments as well; her bodice had already been untied by me.

"Oh, Aqi, it's so big!"

"What? Scared?"

"Who's afraid of you? I'm more afraid you're a silver-spear-wax-jerk!"

I was aroused, aimed at her treasure spot, and with a thrust of her pink buttocks, I used all my strength to unleash the Nine Heavens Conquering Technique, following the incantations I had memorized and the diagrams I had memorized by heart, making Li Niang groan continuously. She didn't shout or scream, afraid of waking others; Li Niang could only call out softly.

"Good little brother, this is so wonderful for your older sister," Li Niang, like an old bull biting tender grass, even changed her way of addressing him.

My energy was at its peak, and I thrust even harder, until her face paled, her hair disheveled, and her moans gradually subsided, reduced to groans. Streams of her yin essence surged forth like a burst dam, scalding my manhood. I couldn't help but feel my blood boil, and waves of hot semen shot into her flower core. She clamped her legs around me, preventing me from moving. We were both in ecstasy, our hearts overflowing with joy, inseparable, clinging to each other.

The afterglow of our climax kept us motionless, quietly savoring the exquisite sensation.

As yin and yang united, as heaven and earth harmonized, a cool, rising energy arose from our point of union, flowing through our veins. I was overjoyed! Wasn't this true qi? I never imagined that even with my dantian destroyed, I could still generate true qi. That tiny bit of true qi was almost imperceptible, extremely weak, but it brought me boundless hope—there was hope for my martial arts to be restored.

In my excitement, I so wanted to shout, but my superhuman willpower forced me to restrain myself. No, I mustn't move now. Otherwise, the wisp of true energy I had painstakingly acquired would dissipate.

Suppressing the excitement of the climax and the urge to scream, I carefully guided the remaining true energy within my body, gathering it towards my dantian.

But...

I guided it again and again, gathered it towards my dantian again and again, but it was useless, still useless. My dantian was destroyed; I could no longer gather energy. In utter despair, I gave up all my efforts.

Just when I was in despair, the out-of-control true energy didn't dissipate with the wind. Instead, it miraculously spread throughout my body. Although I couldn't gather the energy, I clearly felt my strength increase. I was overjoyed. I opened my eyes and saw Li Niang's cheeks flushed red, her expression a mixture of anger and joy, a mixture of resentment and lamentation. I kissed her red lips passionately. Li Niang came to her senses and responded to my demands with fervor.

"Good brother, sister is so beautiful, you are sister's darling, sister wants more..."

"Good sister, you are so wanton, let me quell your passion again." I pounced on her beautiful body once more...

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