[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Phoenix (Complete) - 4-6

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Chapter 31, Falling Off a Cliff with a Beauty

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Yang Zhuihui asked again.

"No...it's nothing..."

Gongsun Lü'e shook her head vigorously, a few light blushes rising on her cheeks, adding a touch of charm to her pure beauty.

Looking at this little green sprite, Yang Zhuihui had already begun to imagine pushing her down and possessing her body.

This martial arts gathering lasted half an hour. After Guo Jing detailed the pursuit of Ouyang Feng, he dismissed everyone. Unable to determine Ouyang Feng's whereabouts, they discussed and then dispersed, like casting a net to catch fish; whoever caught Ouyang Feng would depend on luck.

Perhaps the Nine Yin Manual was more attractive than the title of Martial Arts Alliance Leader. If one could obtain the manual and cultivate it for several years, the strongest martial artist would definitely emerge, and perhaps even a single fist could defeat the Martial Arts Alliance Leader!

To prevent this from happening, Yang Zhuihui had to temporarily abandon his lewd thoughts of eating Gongsun Lü'e and follow behind Guo Jing, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and other masters. The most likely person to defeat Ouyang Feng is among them. If they follow them, they might find another opportunity to destroy the true scriptures.

The group arrived at the General's Mansion and were about to enter when a man with his hair standing on end, resembling a lion in heat, leaped into the air and landed on a large tree directly opposite them. Staring at Yang Zhuihui, he shouted, "You old bastards, you even dare to kidnap my son! I'll kill you all!" "

He's practically delivered himself to our doorstep. I wonder if he's stupid or not?"

Huang Rong chuckled.

"Let's subdue him first, then get the true scriptures,"

Huang Yaoshi said.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Ren, the Buddha is merciful; lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot,"

Master Yideng proclaimed loudly, his white beard fluttering in the wind.

"Hahahaha, what a joke! I, Ouyang Feng, am not the kind of person who fears death!"

Ouyang Feng roared. The branches and leaves swayed, and green leaves fell to the ground, shaken by his aura imbued with profound inner strength.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui, seizing the opportunity, quickly stepped forward, turned to face them, and said, "Guo'er has always been rebellious. Knowing that I resemble Ouyang Feng's deceased son somewhat, I want to use my actions to reclaim the true scriptures!"

"Guo'er, no, you are no match for him. Although even tigers don't eat their cubs, Ouyang Feng has gone mad. Your aunt is afraid you'll get hurt,"

Huang Rong hurriedly said.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng, his eyes red, soared into the air and flew directly towards Yang Zhuihui.

"Guo'er, be careful!"

Huang Rong cried out, trying to pull Yang Zhuihui back, but Yang Zhuihui's shoulder had already been grabbed by Ouyang Feng, who then struck Huang Rong with another palm. Huang Rong had no choice but to dodge.

"Go back!"

Ouyang Feng shouted, forcefully pulling Yang Zhuihui up, leaping onto the roof, turning around and laughing, then jumping to the other side of the house with Yang Zhuihui in his arms.

"Brother Yang!"

Gongsun Lü'e was almost crying.

"Hmph! I really hope he's killed by Ouyang Feng!"

Guo Fu sneered.

"Ouyang Feng's lightness skill has improved again; it seems he's begun to delve into the true scriptures." With

that, Yideng

took to the air. Following Yideng, Huang Yaoshi, Zhou Botong, Hong Qigong, and Guo Jing all followed. Huang Rong, after instructing Guo Fu to take care of Gongsun Lü'e, also went after them. However, Gongsun Lü'e, worried about Yang Zhuihui, ignored Guo Fu's objections and followed, leaving only Guo Fu behind.

"It would be best if he were dead!"

Guo Fu stomped her feet angrily, tossed her long hair, and stormed into the General's Mansion.

Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but admire Ouyang Feng's superb lightness skill. Even carrying a man weighing 120 jin, he could move through the air like a gust of wind, with an exaggerated smile on his face. The fierce wind nearly scraped Yang Zhuihui's face.

Ouyang Feng led Yang Zhuihui to a high cliff, landed gently, patted Yang Zhuihui's shoulder, and laughed heartily, "My child, I've finally rescued you from those people! We haven't finished teaching you the Toad Skill yet, let's continue."

"Father, it's been too long, I've forgotten the moves. Practicing the Toad Skill looks too ugly, like a toad. Can you teach me some new martial arts?"

Yang Zhuihui tempted, hoping Ouyang Feng would reveal the true secrets.

"My child, whatever new martial arts you want to learn, I can teach you anything I know!"

Ouyang Feng placed his hands on Yang Zhuihui's shoulders, his thick eyebrows furrowed, like a frog about to croak.

"Have you been practicing any new martial arts lately?"

Yang Zhuihui looked at Ouyang Feng's toad-like face, unable to tell if he was happy or sad.

"A new martial art?"

Ouyang Feng thought for a moment, then laughed loudly several times, saying, "I obtained the Nine Yin Manual a few days ago and studied it for several days, but I still couldn't grasp its

mysteries. My good son, you're clever and quick-witted, you can help your father take a look." As he spoke, Ouyang Feng pulled the manual, which had been in contact with his penis for a long time, from his crotch.

"Ouyang Feng! Hand over the manual!"

Huang Yaoshi, who had already landed, shouted.

(Damn it! Coming at this time! )

Ouyang Feng hurriedly stuffed the manual into Yang Zhuihui's hand, shouting, "Son, you keep it safe for your father. Defeat them, and I'll be the number one martial artist in the world. Then we'll celebrate properly."

After speaking, Ouyang Feng pulled Yang Zhuihui behind him, glaring angrily at the crowd that was arriving one after another.

Gongsun Lü'e, who was out of breath, also barely caught up, her uneasy eyes fixed on Yang Zhuihui.

"Let me show you the Heart-Shattering Palm!"

Ouyang Feng roared, his figure like a phantom as he attacked Yideng, who stood at the front.

Yideng, fearing he might injure Yang Zhuihui, dared not use his One-Yang Finger. Seeing Ouyang Feng's left palm thrust out, and knowing the immense power of the Heart-Shattering Palm—a single blow would shatter his internal organs—he could only dodge, his cassock torn by Ouyang Feng's fingernails, nearly struck in the chest.

Seeing Yideng dodge, Ouyang Feng was not about to give up. His palm, like a snake, slithered towards Huang Yaoshi, who was slightly behind. Huang Yaoshi, anticipating this move, leaned to the right and unleashed the Falling Thunder Palm, striking Ouyang Feng squarely in the armpit.

Taking the blow, Ouyang Feng immediately retreated, gathering his energy for a moment, then laughed, "These rats, one against one, I, Ouyang Feng, am absolutely not afraid!"

"Brother Yang!"

Gongsun Lü'e rushed towards Yang Zhuihui from the side. Ouyang Feng ignored her, perhaps because she addressed Yang Zhuihui as "Brother Yang." As

Gongsun Lü'e drew closer, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly said, "Miss Lü'e, it's dangerous here, don't come any closer!"

Before he finished speaking, Gongsun Lü'e was already in front of him, tears welling in her eyes, and whispered, "Brother Yang, I'm so worried about you. Let me stay by your side. Once Miss Shi and Brother Yang are together, Lü'e will definitely leave and won't ruin your happiness."

Yang Zhuihui wasn't concerned about that; he didn't want Gongsun Lü'e to become a burden, and now there was another person to worry about.

"Guo'er, quickly throw the scripture over here!"

Huang Rong shouted.

Ouyang Feng turned to look at Yang Zhuihui, then turned to look at the others, and shouted, "He is my son, he would never betray us!"

Yang Zhuihui pulled Gongsun Lü'e behind him and said, "You should all stop fighting. Since the existence of the scripture means the martial world is in danger of plunging into chaos, it would be better for me to destroy it myself to prevent future troubles."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui unfolded the true scripture, looked at them, and tore it open with all his might.

"No!"

Yideng cried out, his One-Yang Finger already flicking towards Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui dodged unprepared, the One-Yang Finger piercing right through the scripture. Now, it was estimated that every page of the scripture would have missing words.

"Son!"

Ouyang Feng cried out, rushing to Yang Zhuihui.

"I will never let you harm the martial world!"

Yang Zhuihui tore the scripture to shreds.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng, his eyes gleaming with rage, struck Yang Zhuihui heavily in the chest.

Yang Zhuihui groaned, his body flying backward like a falling leaf, directly off the high cliff.

"Brother Yang!"

Gongsun Lü'e cried out, rushing to grab Yang Zhuihui's hand, intending to pull him back, but Yang Zhuihui was too heavy, and she herself was forced to fall off the cliff as well.

Seeing the two of them fall off the cliff together, and noticing the true scripture was destroyed—scattered scraps of paper here and there—Ouyang Feng roared several times in anger and flew away.

Huang Rong was the first to reach the edge of the high cliff. Looking down, she saw the swirling mist below and heard the sound of flowing water. Perhaps Yang Zhuihui and Gongsun Lü'e still had a glimmer of hope; she could only hope they hadn't crashed into the cliff edge or onto a boulder.

"Rong'er, let's go back and send people down to retrieve them,"

Guo Jing said.

"That's all we can do,"

Huang Rong sighed.

"We've been tricked!"

Huang Yaoshi suddenly exclaimed.

The next day, the news spread like wildfire. Knowing that the true scripture had been destroyed by Yang Zhuihui, those who had been excited all night, intending to find Ouyang Feng, lost all interest and rushed back. Only the people from the Valley of Heartbreak remained in Dushi City and stayed in the General's Mansion. They were all waiting for news; whether alive or dead, they needed to give an explanation to the Valley Master. The people who went to retrieve the body returned in less than an hour. It turned out that the river was razor-sharp on both sides for dozens of miles, and there were water ghosts causing trouble in the river, making it impossible for them to retrieve the body. They had no choice but to turn back.

"Guo'er has really brought glory to the country this time,"

Huang Rong sighed, holding Guo Xiang.

"Too young,"

Guo Jing said.

"Gentlemen, the Valley Master's daughter is in trouble. How are we going to explain this to the Chieftain?"

asked a member of the Valley of Heartbreak.

"Let's wait a few more days. Perhaps Heaven will favor them,"

Huang Rong comforted them.

"That's all we can do,"

the other person shook his head, looking very helpless.

Thick clouds gradually enveloped Dushi City, making the sky even darker. Thunder rumbled, and a bolt of lightning struck, startling the sleeping Guo Xiang into crying loudly. Her little hands clung to Huang Rong's swollen breasts, seemingly wanting to nurse again. Huang Rong had no choice but to let Guo Jing deal with the people of Jueqing Valley while she carried Guo Xiang back to her room to nurse.

Did Yang Zhuihui truly sacrifice himself to save the martial world? No! He wasn't that heroic. He simply hadn't expected Ouyang Feng to attack him, and he forgot about the cliff behind him, which is why he was caught. During his fall, Yang Zhuihui, relying on his profound internal strength and masterful lightness skill, grabbed Gongsun Lü'e's slender waist with one hand and a withered vine with the other, swaying back and forth above the rapids. Ultimately, the vine couldn't support their weight, and the two fell into the whirlpool together.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Zhuihui finally awoke from his unconsciousness. The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was Gongsun Lü'e, bound to a stalactite pillar, her head bowed, seemingly still unconscious.

Not fully understanding the situation, Yang Zhuihui shook his head vigorously before beginning to observe his surroundings.

Water, mud, moss, rocks, stalactites—it seemed he was inside a cave. If it weren't for the torches on the walls, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't have been able to see his surroundings clearly. The cave had numerous branching paths; at least five were visible in the foreground. He might wander deeper into the mountains; getting lost was inevitable.

"Cough cough."

Yang Zhuihui clutched his chest. He had been struck by Ouyang Feng's palm; his chest still felt tight, and he felt pain when he breathed.

After observing the surroundings, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly walked to Gongsun Lü'e. Looking at her tightly bound by vines, the binding method resembled SM; several key areas were bound, such as the lower edge of her breasts. Furthermore, Gongsun Lü'e was deliberately kept with her thighs wide open, her thin skirt clinging tightly to her delicate body, revealing the outline of her bulging vulva.

Seeing this, Yang Zhuihui's breathing became rapid. He longed to tear Gongsun Lü'e's skirt and properly penetrate her honey pot!

Chapter 032, Mermaid Sisters

. Looking around, Yang Zhuihui's lust gradually subsided. He began to ponder how he had gotten here. He and Gongsun Lü'e had fallen into the water and been swept into a whirlpool. Later, something seemed to grab his legs and forcibly dragged him to the bottom. After swallowing too much water, he lost consciousness and woke up here. Looking at

Gongsun Lü'e again, Yang Zhuihui seemed confused as to why the other party, while binding Gongsun Lü'e, whose martial arts foundation was much weaker than his, allowed him to move freely. Could it be because he was too handsome that the other party couldn't bear to be rough with him?

Looking at his reflection in the water, Yang Zhuihui did indeed feel that he was becoming more and more handsome. He wondered if it was because of the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon. Whatever! Anyway, he needed to find out who the other party was first!

At this moment, a sound came from behind Yang Zhuihui. He quickly turned around and looked at the water surface that was rippling. There was a stream that seemed to be the main channel. The ripples came from the cave entrance, hit the water's edge, and spread out, forming countless ripples, some large and some small. Some gradually formed, while others were swallowed by other ripples. Just like this chaotic world, whoever is powerless will be dominated, and even their body will not be under their control!

Suddenly, a column of water emerged from the surface, hitting the wet rocks directly and scattering like raindrops, making Yang Zhuihui shiver several times. In the rain, a completely naked woman was floating upright on the water.

Her pretty face was slightly flushed and a little pale, perhaps from soaking in the water for so long. Her phoenix eyes were moist, revealing deep affection. With her red lips and white teeth, and an oval face, one could tell from her appearance alone that this woman was no ordinary beauty! Her wet black hair clung to her face, her large breasts, and her lower abdomen, adding a touch of vitality to her alluring beauty.

Yang Zhuihui, this super lecherous man, stared intently at the woman's large breasts in the water. Those two large, fleshy mounds, at least a 36F cup, were enough to make Yang Zhuihui's nose bleed. Such a size was truly rare. In his twenty-odd years of life, this was the first time Yang Zhuihui had observed 36F breasts so closely. The full breasts were further embellished by the river water, which dripped from the lower edge of her breasts onto the surface, adding to the woman's stunning beauty.

A youthful face with large breasts—absolutely a youthful face with large breasts!

The woman looked at Yang Zhuihui, and Yang Zhuihui looked back at her. They were silent. Yang Zhuihui didn't know if the woman was thinking about making love to him, but he was certain that he was!

After a moment of silence, the woman slowly swam towards Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui, fixated on her enormous breasts, completely failed to notice that she had no legs and propelled herself forward using her tail!

As she approached Yang Zhuihui, her body slowly sank, leaving only her head above water. She looked at Yang Zhuihui with a somewhat bewildered expression, still remaining silent.

"My name is Yang Guo, and what's yours?"

Yang Zhuihui broke the silence.

The woman timidly shook her head, her mouth opening to reveal her pearly teeth, but she didn't speak; perhaps she was mute.

"Could you... could you stand up and speak? The water is cold; soaking in it for too long isn't good for your health."

Yang Zhuihui flashed a very, very handsome smile, but in his heart, he only wanted to see if the beautiful woman wasn't even wearing underwear. If so, wouldn't he be able to catch a glimpse of her honeyed depths?

The woman opened her pearly teeth again, about to speak, but with a "plop," she plunged headfirst into the water.

"Hey, girl, fine, I won't look at your breasts, I can look at your face too,"

Yang Zhuihui said dejectedly.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept in from behind. Yang Zhuihui was about to turn around to see what was happening when he felt a chill rush towards him, making him shiver. A pair of icy hands were placed on his shoulders.

Before Yang Zhuihui could speak, the cold breath from the other person's mouth was already tickling his earlobe, and she said, "Husband, tell me, how long can you last when you're intimate with a woman?"

"A long time,"

Yang Zhuihui replied, turning around abruptly to try and control her body with a grappling technique. He then realized she was also a beauty, her breasts even larger than the previous one. Being so close, Yang Zhuihui initially intended to grab her neck, but instead lowered his grip and directly grasped her left breast. It was too slippery and large; he couldn't hold it despite several attempts. The beauty, however, was agitated by Yang Zhuihui's somewhat comical actions, trembling with pleasure. She scolded, "Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't even offered it to you yet!"

Seeing her reaction, Yang Zhuihui immediately concluded she was definitely a master in bed, remaining so calm even with her breasts being squeezed like that. So, he didn't hold back, his hands kneading the beauty's two seemingly water-filled breasts, squeezing them forcefully, and lewdly grinning, "You bitch, aren't you horny? Asking me about my stamina. Don't worry, you won't be disappointed!"

He lowered his head, his gaze traveling down the beauty's flat stomach. Her pubic hairless vulva was incredibly beautiful, tightly closed, and her labia were a tender pink! Yang Zhuihui was terrified. He had imagined that a woman's labia would be dark and swollen, but they were surprisingly tender, like newly blooming roses, which further fueled his lust.

"Then..."

the beauty smiled wickedly, "Let's try the pleasures of men and women. I'll turn you into a dried-up corpse."

Provoked by the beauty, Yang Zhuihui ignored the wet and dirty ground and pushed her down, hastily pulling off his pants and the shorts underneath, his erection rising.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's massive member, the beauty teased, "The size is alright. I wonder... how long can you last, my husband? I won't let you off easily."

Her laughter echoed, her breasts rippled, and her slender fingers gently caressed Yang Zhuihui's cheek, her eyes, full of provocation, were like emerald waters, her tongue licking her moist lips, the seduction reaching its peak.

"I'll let you enjoy it!"

Yang Zhuihui grinned lewdly, forcefully spreading the beauty's legs, letting them clamp his body between them.

Fearing this beauty, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, might escape, Yang Zhuihui impatiently touched her vulva, stroking it back and forth several times until it began to flow with lustful fluids. He pressed his middle finger into her vulva and began to slide it rapidly.

"Mmm...uh..."

the beauty moaned, her slender waist twisting, her beautiful buttocks occasionally lifting, seemingly anticipating the invasion of Yang Zhuihui's lustful dragon.

"Sister Le, don't do this!"

The woman who had submerged in the water suddenly surfaced, her breathing a little rapid, her large breasts heaving violently.

Yang Zhuihui, who was about to enter the beauty's honeyed orifice, turned his head to look at her, seemingly a little confused. If he couldn't insert it, did he have to insert it into her himself?

“Xiaoyue, this isn’t something you can decide. I brought him here, so of course he’s mine.”

The beauty freed one hand to manipulate Yang Zhuihui’s penis, exposing the glans completely before lifting her buttocks. The glans pressed against the entrance of her wet, sweet vagina, gently rubbing against it as she whimpered, “Husband, please insert it quickly. I’ve missed you so much. I’ll give you the feeling of blue skies and white clouds.”

Driven by his sexual instincts, Yang Zhuihui thrust forward, forcing open the beauty’s tightly closed vagina and penetrating deeply, hitting her G-spot. The hot, wet, and soft flesh immediately sucked on Yang Zhuihui’s penis, sending shivers down his spine and nearly causing him to ejaculate. Ignoring the woman in the water, his lustful gaze fell on the beauty’s voluptuous breasts. He grasped her breasts with both hands and began thrusting his hips. His wet, lustful penis began to work, moving in and out slowly, each time hitting the G-spot.

"It's...it feels like this...mmm...so good...it feels so good...mmm..."

The beauty began to sway her hips wildly, letting the glans press against her flesh, her alluring eyes reflecting endless lust.

Seeing them begin to make love, Xiaoyue showed a faint sorrow, silently shook her head, and her fishtail slapped the water's surface several times before diving into the water like a carp. After the ripples subsided, the beauty was gone without a trace.

Yang Zhui regretted that he had only been pursuing the ultimate sexual pleasure and had forgotten to carefully observe the moaning beauty beneath him. Her outer thighs were covered with shimmering fish scales, which shimmered even more brightly as the heat of sex rose, as if they were glowing.

Yang Zhuihui licked her breasts, sucking on her hard, erect nipples, making "tsk tsk" sounds, and praised, "Your hole is really tight, and it produces a lot of fluid. I thought you'd been with many men, hehe, I'm so lucky to meet such a beautiful woman in this dangerous situation. I haven't even asked your name yet. Your sister is called Xiaoyue, you wouldn't be called Xiaori, would you?"

"My sister is called Xiaoyue... um... my name is Shile..."

The beautiful Shile tightly gripped Yang Zhuihui's waist, thrusting her beautiful buttocks forward, her vaginal fluid gushing out, splashing onto Yang Zhuihui's glans, making him thrust even more vigorously. Before he could use the "Lustful Dragon" technique to absorb Shile's power, he was forced to release his semen, shooting all his accumulated semen deep into Shile's hole.

Plop, plop, plop.

Panting, Yang Zhuihui continued to squeeze and knead Shi Le's enormous breasts, watching them change shape in his hands. His lustful dragon rose again, relentlessly pounding against Shi Le's taut and slack flesh.

"Husband, you're so amazing! I love it! Come, let's continue, let our love be elevated!"

Shi Le, despite her climax, didn't show signs of weakness like ordinary women. Instead, she began to sway her hips, allowing Yang Zhuihui's dragon to gently thrust in and out of her honeyed depths again.

"You're so horny, I love it!"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled lewdly, once more diligently plowing Shi Le's incredibly fertile vulva.

The sounds of their genitals colliding echoed in the cave, coupled with Shi Le's extremely wanton moans. Before he knew it, Yang Zhuihui had ejaculated three times, and Shi Le had come at least five times. Yet, she grew stronger with each thrust. Later, Yang Zhuihui was exhausted, but he felt Shi Le's vagina tighten even more, gripping his penis tightly, showing no sign of letting go.

Yang Zhuihui pressed his hands on Shi Le's breasts, looking somewhat tired, and said, "Shi Le, I can't take it anymore. I've already ejaculated three times, my penis is sore, I can't continue, let's rest for a while."

He thought Shi Le would loosen her legs to allow his penis to slip out, but Shi Le continued to sway her beautiful buttocks, her lust endless, showing no signs of fatigue, or rather, her energy even more abundant.

"I really can't take it anymore."

Yang Zhuihui's penis didn't soften at all, but instead became even harder, as if under a spell. With Shi Le's thrusting, his penis kept going in and out of Shi Le's tight but incredibly wet honey hole.

"Husband, I want more! Didn't you say you would satisfy me? You're going to back down after just a little while?"

Shi Le laughed, her eyes shining with seductive light, her beautiful buttocks thrusting even more vigorously.

Encountering a lustful woman like Shi Le, Yang Zhuihui could only accept his bad luck, and could only endure the numbness of his penis, continuing to plow into Shi Le's delicate body, intending to withdraw from her honey hole after she had another orgasm.

After a vigorous fifteen-minute thrusting session, Shi Le joyfully reached the peak of her sexual climax, her vaginal fluids continuously gushing from their point of union. Yang Zhuihui thought she would be satisfied, but to his surprise, she was still not satisfied at all, her beautiful buttocks swaying even more fiercely.

"I really can't take it anymore!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out.

"You big liar! You said you could satisfy me, but I'm not satisfied at all. You can't just back down like this!"

Shi Le hooked Yang Zhuihui's chin, her eyes reflecting Yang Zhuihui's helpless face. Yang Zhuihui finally began to fear sex; even the venomous scorpion flowing through her body couldn't overcome Shi Le's desire. Shi Le was probably the most sex-obsessed woman Yang Zhuihui had ever met.

Chapter 033, The Wild Woman Shi Le

"Just let me rest for a while,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a bitter face.

"I don't have that much time!"

Shi Le's expression changed 180 degrees. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, she directly pressed Yang Zhuihui down and began to twist her serpentine waist wildly, her beautiful buttocks thrusting up and down.

*Slap, slap, slap…*

Yang Zhuihui felt his penis was about to break from Shi Le's ministrations. Normally, after two or three times, his penis wouldn't get hard so easily, but this time it wouldn't obey him at all, remaining at its hardest state every second, without any sign of ejaculation.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm a mermaid. I maintain my human form by absorbing men's essence. Your body seems to contain infinite essence. If I mine it properly, I might be able to completely transform into human form. You should feel honored to be the material for my evolution, Shi Le."

Shi Le, hands on his breasts, chuckled foolishly, completely immersed in the torrent of sex.

Blinded by lust, Yang Zhuihui only then noticed the strange appearance of Shi Le's body—his thighs were covered in shimmering fish scales!

"Continue! Don't stop! I want my body filled with your essence!"

Shi Le cried out lasciviously.

As the swaying intensified, Yang Zhuihui was raped by Shi Le until he fainted. During his unconsciousness, he didn't know how much semen Shi Le had extracted from him; he only felt himself becoming increasingly dazed.

When Yang Zhuihui awoke again, he was also bound, but unlike Gongsun Lü'e, he wasn't tied to a stone pillar. Instead, he lay on a very smooth stone, his body firmly bound, and any attempt to break free was futile. He had been struck by Ouyang Feng's palm and then repeatedly drained by Shi Le, leaving him utterly exhausted.

Looking up at his lower body, he saw his pitiful manhood had turned into a limp, lifeless worm, seemingly asleep. His lower abdomen still bore the marks of his incestuous relationship with Shi Le, and a pungent, fishy smell filled the air, mostly the odor of Shi Le's semen and vaginal fluids. Yang Zhuihui's semen was likely still inside Shi Le's uterus.

"Brother Yang, where am I?"

Gongsun Lü'e cried out in alarm, waking from a nightmare. Upon seeing Yang Zhuihui's naked body, her face flushed red, and she quickly turned to examine the damp place.

"We didn't die after falling off the cliff, but we were captured by the mermaids and brought here."

Yang Zhuihui's face was pale, his lips cracked, and his voice hoarse, a stark contrast to the excitement he had just felt while making love with Shi Le. Looking up at Gongsun Lü'e, who dared not meet his gaze, Yang Zhuihui continued, "Miss Lü'e, you can rest assured... this mermaid only wants men, not women. When she comes, I'll see if I can persuade her to let you go. Your father must be very worried."

"I can't abandon Brother Yang! Even if she lets me go! I won't leave!"

Gongsun Lü'e cried out, looking like a desperate couple.

"If you don't leave, you might have to stay here forever, hehe."

Yang Zhuihui felt utterly powerless. He had thought he could easily become the leader of the martial arts alliance, but he hadn't expected to end up like this, reduced to a tool for the mermaids' evolution. Man proposes,

God disposes!

As Yang Zhuihui and Gongsun Lüe lamented their bleak future, Shi Le, naked and alluring, slowly approached, covering her mouth with a lewd laugh. "Qing! I didn't even know you two were a couple. I thought you'd accidentally fallen into the same whirlpool. Hehe, pretty girl, let me show you what madness is."

She walked to Yang Zhuihui, knelt above his lower abdomen, and slowly sat down.

"Ah!"

The inexperienced Gongsun Lüe cried out in shock at the sight, quickly turning her head away, unable to bear it.

Yang Zhuihui, beneath Shi Le, thought his penis would never get hard again, but nourished by the slowly flowing fluids from Shi Le's honeyed orifice, it grew strong and erect, having already experienced countless orgasms.

"Continue to satisfy me, I just woke up,"

Shi Le said coquettishly, her body sinking down, her large breasts swaying, her penis forcing open the particularly tight entrance of her honeyed orifice, thrusting straight into his core.

*Smack! *

His penis was completely enveloped by her honeyed orifice. Before Shi Le could even begin to writhe, her voluptuous flesh was already sucking at Yang Zhuihui's penis—it was truly terrifying!

"I will not yield to you!"

Yang Zhuihui roared.

Shi Le grabbed and squeezed her large breasts, drooling, "Husband, this is not something you can decide. I am the ultimate orifice, 'Dark Night Burial Dragon.' Your yang member is no match for mine."

With that, Shi Le began to rapidly thrust her beautiful buttocks, and Yang Zhuihui was raped again!

Yang Zhuihui had only heard of the twelve famous orifices and had never heard of "Dark Night Burial Dragon," but just hearing the name, he could imagine the immense suffering his weak, lustful dragon was about to endure.

Shi Le smiled broadly, while Yang Zhuihui's face was filled with sorrow. In the next hour, Yang Zhuihui was forced to ejaculate three times, and Shi Le sprayed her vaginal fluids at least eight times. Yang Zhuihui's pubic hair was soaked, but Shi Le showed no sign of stopping, continuing to sway and extract Yang Zhuihui's essence.

Yang Zhuihui was raped until he fainted again.

When Yang Zhuihui awoke again, he didn't know how long he had been unconscious. He only felt unbearable soreness all over his body, as if he had been cut into a thousand pieces. So this was how exhausting indulgence could be? Opening his eyes, the first thing he did was look at his limp, lustful body. Looking at its limp form, Yang Zhuihui wanted to devour the mermaid Shile who had drained him of his essence!

"Brother Yang, how are you?"

Gongsun Lü'e asked with concern.

Yang Zhuihui shook his head with a bitter smile and sighed, "I'm almost developing bridal chamber phobia." "

Brother Yang..."

Gongsun Lü'e didn't know what to say to comfort Yang Zhuihui. She just gazed tenderly at his increasingly gaunt face. For some reason, being alone with Yang Zhuihui gave Gongsun Lü'e a secret joy.

One was tied to a stone pillar, the other to a rock, both unable to move. What was there to be happy about?

Half an hour later, Shile reappeared, still naked. This time, instead of exploiting Yang Zhuihui, they brought some fruit to feed him and Gongsun Lüe. Pigs are fattened before slaughter, and Yang Zhuihui, the man who specifically provides essence for Shi Le's evolution, naturally needs to be well cared for; it would be a waste for him to starve.

After feeding Yang Zhuihui and Gongsun Lüe, Shi Le sat by the water, her legs submerged, gradually transforming into a golden fish tail that slapped the surface, creating towering waves. The gentle spray of water cascaded over Shi Le's delicate body, making her skin appear even more translucent, every inch exuding an alluring fragrance. In the past, Yang Zhuihui's lustful dragon would have been erect, intending to penetrate Shi Le's seemingly eternally tender pink honey hole, but after being raped countless times, Yang Zhuihui would rather die than make love to Shi Le again.

Shi Le floated on the water, her large breasts heaving with her breath, and said lazily, "Husband, do you have the strength now? I want it."

Yang Zhuihui was quite frightened, but he had to pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring, so he shouted, "Don't dream about it! I will not obey you!"

"Hehe, husband, you are so cute. I love you to death. I am so lucky to have your treasure. I really hope that you can live a long life. It would be a pity if you died too soon,"

Shi Le said leisurely.

Yang Zhuihui, having transmigrated into The Return of the Condor Heroes, only managed to take in the beautiful Wu Sanniang. He was about to take in more when Shi Le crushed his hopes. But now, he couldn't even condense his true energy; it seemed Shi Le had completely crippled him. Yang Zhuihui could only grit his teeth and endure.

"I only want men. What should I do with that girl?"

Shi Le looked at the pitiful Gongsun Lü'e, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"She's my woman! I won't allow you to touch her!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

"Brother Yang..."

Gongsun Lü'e thought she'd misheard. Yang Zhuihui was supposed to be paired with Xiaolongnu, so why would he say she was his woman? Perhaps... perhaps he just wanted to protect her.

"My husband's woman is also my sister now. It seems I need to find an opportunity to get intimate with her."

Shi Le clicked his tongue several times, his fishtail slapping violently, rain pouring down, the cool drops landing on every inch of her skin. She loved this feeling. Her hand unconsciously fell to her lower abdomen, gently stroking it, then pressed against the cleft of her flesh. After a slight rubbing, Shi Le's lust was aroused again. Her fishtail transformed into long, slender legs as she walked towards Yang Zhuihui. Smiling with narrowed eyes, she straddled his lap again, her hand pinching Yang Zhuihui's limp penis.

"Don't dream about it! I can't get hard!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out.

"Husband, I may have forgotten to tell you, but my lower body secretes very stimulating fluid. Just a drop or two of it will make your penis erect on its own, no matter how tired you are."

As she spoke, Yang Zhuihui's penis, drenched in her vaginal fluid, was already erect, pressing against the entrance of Shi Le's honeyed orifice.

Shi Le sat down forcefully, her penis thrusting towards her flower core again. Without lingering, Shi Le began to vigorously sway her beautiful buttocks.

For the next few days, Yang Zhuihui was raped by Shi Le four or five times almost every day, each time lasting one to two hours. A day only has twelve hours, and he was raped for about eight of them. The remaining four hours were spent eating fruit, feeling nauseous, and comforting Gongsun Lü'e.

Shi Le swayed her beautiful buttocks, stood up with great satisfaction, a few drops of semen flowing from the entrance of her still-open vagina. She smiled foolishly and left, perhaps to prepare more fruit for Yang Zhuihui to replenish his vitamins.

"Brother Yang, how are you?"

Gongsun Lü'e would ask this question every time Shi Le left.

"I just think maybe I shouldn't have been eating fruit all the time, hehe,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a bitter smile. After being raped repeatedly, Yang Zhuihui didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Brother Yang, if we ever get out of here, I'll definitely make you lots of delicious food!"

Gongsun Lü'e cried out.

"If that day comes, what will our relationship be?"

Yang Zhuihui suddenly asked.

"Regarding...the relationship with Brother Yang..."

Gongsun Lü'e's heart pounded like a deer's, her gaze fixed on Yang Zhuihui's face, afraid to look elsewhere, especially at his lower body.

After a long silence, Gongsun Lü'e finally spoke, "In the Valley of Heartbreak, Brother Yang told me that you could only have Miss Long in this life, and could not tolerate any other woman. I remember that deeply, so I have never dared to have any greedy thoughts. You will always be my Brother Yang, and I can be your sister Lü'e."

Regardless of whether he could win Gongsun Lü'e's heart, in this predicament, if he didn't say some sweet words, it would be even harder to win her over later. So Yang Zhuihui feigned helplessness and said with a wry smile, "Sister Lü'e, if I had met you first, perhaps you would be my lifelong companion. Unfortunately, hehe, if I could persuade my senior sister, would you be willing to be with me?"

"Yes!"

Gongsun Lü'e blurted out, her face glowing with a rosy light.

"Thank you for your trust. But if you had to share me with other women, would you be willing?"

Yang Zhuihui probed further.

"Share..."

Gongsun Lü'e's radiance faded, but she feigned a sweet expression and nodded, saying, "As long as I can be with Brother Yang, I'm willing to do anything!"

"Thank you. If we can get out, I'll treat you well,"

Yang Zhuihui concluded.

Chapter 034, Escape Plan

At this moment, ripples appeared on the water again, and the mermaid Xiaoyue, who had disappeared for several days, emerged from the water, covering her breasts with her hands. She looked timidly at Yang Zhuihui and said in a sweet voice, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Hearing Xiaoyue's voice, Yang Zhuihui felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly asked, "Can you let us go?"

Xiaoyue shook her head and said, "Young Master, I'm sorry, Xiaoyue can't take you out."

"So you're just like your sister,"

Yang Zhuihui sighed, but he still placed his hopes on Xiaoyue.

“Young Master, you misunderstand. Xiaoyue is different from Sister Le. It’s just that Xiaoyue really can’t take you out. Xiaoyue can only move around in the Ghost Cave waters and can’t go out. Only Sister Le can go out,”

Xiaoyue explained.

“Then do me a favor.”

“Please speak, Young Master.”

“Untie the vines binding me, and then you don’t have to worry about me.”

“No, if Sister Le finds out, I will be punished.”

Xiaoyue seemed very afraid of Shi Le and shook her head vigorously.

“You only need to untie one vine, and I promise you, after you untie my vines, I will lie here obediently and won’t run away. Is that alright?”

Yang Zhuihui lowered his demands.

After some struggle, Xiaoyue finally nodded, swam to the water’s edge, slapped her tail hard against the ground, and slid towards Yang Zhuihui using the slippery ground. She stopped sliding by pressing her hand against a rock.

"Young Master, let Xiaoyue untie you."

Yang Zhuihui observed the mermaid Xiaoyue, not staring at her large breasts, but rather at her lower body. There were marks of her groin, but no vulva. From her groin onwards, colorful fish scales gradually increased in number, and her long legs were replaced by a fish tail.

As Xiaoyue used her pearly teeth to bite through the vine for Yang Zhuihui, he asked, "Why can't you grow legs like your sister?"

Xiaoyue painstakingly tore through a vine, loosened it, turned, and with a powerful flick of her fish tail, slid into the water.

Splash!

Xiaoyue surfaced, wiping the water droplets from her face, and explained, "To take human form, one needs to absorb male essence. Xiaoyue finds that disgusting, so she'd rather remain a mermaid than be like my sister."

She paused, then continued, "I have to go now. I hope you'll still be here when I return. Hehe, goodbye."

Xiaoyue waved and disappeared back into the water, leaving only the rippling water in Yang Zhuihui's eyes.

Yang Zhuihui tried to move his arm; it was free.

"Brother Yang, why do such people exist? They're like humans and fish at the same time?"

Gongsun Lü'e asked.

"Mermaids, such wondrous creatures. It's a pity there are scoundrels like Shi Le. Lü'e, when Shi Le comes later, no matter what happens, you must live well, understand?"

Gongsun Lü'e seemed to feel that Yang Zhuihui was saying goodbye, her heart aching, tears welling up uncontrollably, but no one wiped them away.

Yang Zhuihui only knew that Shi Le liked sex, but he didn't know she knew martial arts. This left him at a loss. If Shi Le was skilled in martial arts and he himself was physically weak, he would be the one to suffer if they fought.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was contemplating when to act, Shi Le strolled over, carrying a giant toad. The toad's tongue dangled from its mouth, seemingly having been rendered unconscious by Shi Le.

"Husband, I caught a thousand-year-old toad to nourish you. Aren't you happy?"

In front of Yang Zhuihui, Shi Le tore the toad open, pulled out a large pile of internal organs, found a heart resembling a cherry that was still slightly pulsating, pried open Yang Zhuihui's mouth, and stuffed the toad's heart directly into his mouth. She then patted Yang Zhuihui's chest, forcing him to swallow it.

"Gulp!"

After swallowing the toad's heart, Yang Zhuihui suddenly felt full of energy. Just as he thought Shi Le had finally done something good, Shi Le straddled his lower abdomen again, using her vaginal fluids to harden Yang Zhuihui's penis, allowing it to penetrate her vagina once more. She whimpered, "I'm so clever to absorb the toad's essence through your body, mmm...so good...so thick...I'm going to be killed by you...husband...husband...you're so capable..."

Yang Zhuihui didn't want to be drained by Shi Le again; he wanted to make good use of this opportunity!

When Shi Le completely relaxed her guard, experiencing ecstasy, Yang Zhuihui roared, pulled out his arm, grabbed Shi Le's neck with one hand, and lifted her into the air, withdrawing his penis from her satisfied vagina. He said sternly, "You slut—see how I deal with you!"

Shi Le wasn't flustered at all; scales gradually appeared on her face as she smiled foolishly.

Yang Zhuihui realized he couldn't hold Shi Le's neck; it was like trying to catch a fish!

Shi Le easily broke free, took a few steps back, and jumped into the water with a contemptuous smile. Looking back at Yang Zhuihui, she said, "What can you do to me now?" Yang Zhuihui

tore off the vines binding her and flung them at Shi Le, who dodged them, still very smug.

"If I see you again, I will never let you go!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

"If I catch you again, I'll drain you dry and make you a happy ghost. I won't bother you anymore."

Shi Le flicked her fishtail and plunged into the water.

With water all ahead, it was hard to guarantee Shi Le wouldn't resurface, so Yang Zhuihui had to free Gongsun Lü'e as quickly as possible.

"Ouch!"

After being bound for many days, Gongsun Lü'e's limbs were somewhat disobedient, and she unexpectedly threw herself into Yang Zhuihui's arms.

Yang Zhuihui hugged Gongsun Lü'e tightly, inhaling her floral fragrance, which eased his mood somewhat. He gently stroked her dark hair and said tenderly, "We can return to Dushi City as long as we find the exit."

"Do you still keep your word?"

Gongsun Lü'e whispered, holding Yang Zhuihui, feeling an unprecedented joy, able to feel his heart pounding.

"Am I a man?"

Yang Zhuihui countered.

"Of course, Brother Yang is a chivalrous man, a true man among men."

"Since I am a man, my word is my bond. Brother Yang promises you, once I see my senior sister, I will definitely explain everything to her. I want all the women I love to be by my side, and you are no exception."

"Mmm!"

Gongsun Lü'e nodded vigorously, overjoyed.

Suddenly, Yang Zhuihui kissed Gongsun Lü'e's red lips, saying, "Consider this our agreement, okay?"

Gongsun Lü'e was stunned by Yang Zhuihui's forceful kiss, seemingly mesmerized by his kiss.

"Silly girl."

Yang Zhuihui flicked Gongsun Lü'e's upturned nose.

Gongsun Lü'e stuck out her tongue, shoved Yang Zhuihui's shoulder hard, and murmured, "A promise my foot, Brother Yang, I didn't know you would do something like this!"

Looking at the extremely cute Gongsun Lü'e, Yang Zhuihui's lecherous dragon actually reacted, tapping on Gongsun Lü'e's fertile area like a mischievous child.

Upon seeing this, Gongsun Lü'e quickly pushed Yang Zhuihui away, her face flushed, not knowing what to say.

"Probably because I just ate a toad's heart. Hehe, sorry, I don't even know where my clothes went."

Yang Zhuihui took two torches, letting Gongsun Lü'e hold one, and observed the surroundings.

The waterway on the left was impassable, and the cave on the right was pitch black, looking very scary.

"Follow me."

Yang Zhuihui pulled Gongsun Lü'e's slender hand and walked to the right.

"Brother Yang, we fell into the river, we should follow the direction of the river to get out."

Gongsun Lü'e hurriedly said.

“This is Shile’s territory, and she’s a mermaid. We can’t get too close to the deep water, or she’ll ambush us. Since she can get fresh fruit, there must be a way out here. Green Calyx, trust me.”

Yang Zhuihui continued forward.

“I’ve always trusted Brother Yang.”

Gongsun Green Calyx followed closely behind Yang Zhuihui, enjoying the firm grip of his broad hand. Her girlish heart began to burn for him.

He had to prevent Shile from attacking, protect Gongsun Green Calyx, and observe the dangers of the path ahead. Yang Zhuihui dared not say a word to Gongsun Green Calyx, for fear of distracting her. After walking along the cave for a full quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui finally stopped.

“Brother Yang, what’s wrong?”

Gongsun Green Calyx asked hurriedly.

“See for yourself,”

Yang Zhuihui sighed.

Gongsun Green Calyx then realized there was no path ahead, only smooth, damp, moss-covered stone walls. Below the walls was a pool of water, and their voices caused ripples in the water.

“It seems Shi Le left from here,”

Yang Zhuihui said regretfully.

“But we can’t go into the water. She’s too agile in the water; we’ll be trapped and die at the bottom,”

Gongsun Lüe sighed.

Knowing full well this was their way out, yet it was blocked by the ghostly Shi Le, Yang Zhuihui clenched his fists, his voice stiff. “Lüe, how good are you at swimming?”

“I’ve always swum in the river near the forest since I was little; I’m quite good,”

Gongsun Lüe replied.

“I believe Shi Le won’t let me go easily. Whenever you have a chance, swim out from here. I’ll hold Shi Le back. Afterwards, remember to tell Guo Jing and the others to send someone to rescue me.”

“No, I don’t want to leave Brother Yang!”

Gongsun Lüe cried.

“Protect yourself first, then call for help. That way, we can both survive, understand?”

Yang Zhuihui comforted her.

“But…”

Seeing Yang Zhuihui’s determination, Gongsun Lüe could only nod.

“Let me tell you what to do first,”

Yang Zhuihui whispered his plan in Gongsun Lüe’s ear. Afterwards, the two returned to their original spot.

Standing by the water, Yang Zhuihui sighed, "It seems we'll be stuck here forever, Sister Lü'e. Thank you for staying with me."

"Brother Yang, please don't say that,"

Gongsun Lü'e leaned against Yang Zhuihui. Although it was an act, she was very convincing.

"We've walked for so long and still can't find a way out. Let's rest for a while."

Yang Zhuihui sat on a rock, and Gongsun Lü'e clung tightly to him. She wanted to doze off on Yang Zhuihui's lap, but his erect penis remained stubbornly erect, terrifying to look at. Gongsun Lü'e could only doze off on Yang Zhuihui's shoulder.

Yang Zhuihui glanced at the water's surface and closed his eyes.

A moment later, he began snoring loudly, but wasn't truly asleep. His eyelids, almost completely closed, remained slightly open as he observed the mirror-like surface.

After an unknown amount of time, ripples appeared on the water. Like a ghost, Shi Le poked her head out, observed for a while, then swam closer. Her delicate body rose, her large breasts trembling slightly, and she slowly climbed out of the water. Her body, cleansed by the water, appeared even more tender, but unfortunately, it was too wicked.

Shi Le still didn't approach Yang Zhuihui, afraid of falling for his tricks again.

After observing for a while, her gaze fell on his erect penis. Shi Le licked her lips, clearly unable to resist any longer. She tiptoed towards Yang Zhuihui, watching his facial expressions. At the slightest change in expression, Shi Le would submerge herself.

Less than three feet away from Yang Zhuihui, Shi Le shoved Gongsun Lü'e aside and pressed Yang Zhuihui against a rock, intending to make love to him.

"Run!"

Yang Zhuihui didn't resist much, lying there motionless.

"Brother Yang!"

Gongsun Lü'e hesitated for a moment, then burst into tears and ran into the depths of the cave.

Shi Le completely ignored Gongsun Lü'e, her breasts swaying in front of Yang Zhuihui, her body sinking down, grasping his penis and pressing it against the entrance of her honey hole, forcefully sitting down.

"Pfft!"

Chapter 035, Mermaid's Vulva

, the glans hitting the flower core, Shi Le began to sway vigorously, laughing foolishly, saying, "You don't dare to resist me now, if you resist me, I'll make sure you never see her again, hehe, now you can enjoy your penis properly, oh, it's so hot and thick!"

Yang Zhuihui stared fiercely at Shi Le's jade breasts, which were as big as footballs, and indeed dared not resist with all his might. If he angered Shi Le, Gongsun Lü'e might only be able to stay in the deep water forever. As a man, one should have the spirit of facing death without fear! So let Shi Le continue to rape her!

"This time, let me take the initiative."

Yang Zhuihui smiled with narrowed eyes.

"You can't really do anything fancy."

After switching to the missionary position, Yang Zhuihui had gained the upper hand in the sexual intercourse, but it didn't mean much. After all, once intercourse started, he was the one who would suffer in the end. Shi Le, this mermaid, was practically a sex worker, getting more and more intense with each thrust, and her semen had become her driving force!

His penis thrust into Shi Le's honeyed orifice, which was constantly releasing its nectar. Yang Zhuihui was thinking about how to control Shi Le. Her body was too slippery, and he couldn't control her. What if...?

Suddenly, Yang Zhuihui's hand touched the Zigong acupoint between Shi Le's breasts.

"Hehe, our mermaid acupoints are different from humans'. You can keep trying."

Shi Le chuckled foolishly, tightly gripping Yang Zhuihui's waist, constantly demanding more.

"Young master, you're inserting it into my sister's asshole!"

Xiao Yue suddenly emerged from the water and shouted.

The quick-witted Yang Zhuihui forcefully pulled out his penis, pressed it against Shi Le's asshole, and desperately tried to push it in.

"No!"

Shi Le cried out in terror, trying to break free but it was too late. Using the slippery lubrication of her vaginal fluid, Yang Zhuihui's penis plunged directly into Shi Le's anus.

"Ah!"

Yang Zhuihui roared like a lion, disregarding the dryness of her rectum, pushing his entire penis inside.

Shi Le was like a deflated balloon, completely powerless to resist, her face contorted in pain, cold tears streaming down her cheeks.

Looking at Shi Le beneath him, Yang Zhuihui was still confused, gently thrusting his penis in and out of Shi Le's rectum, streaked with blood. It seemed Yang Zhuihui had been far too rough, drawing blood.

He continued to penetrate Shi Le's anus for a full quarter of an hour before finally withdrawing his penis, covered in blood. Shi Le lay there, still weeping.

"Not satisfied?"

Yang Zhuihui asked coldly.

Shi Le stared blankly at her younger sister, Xiao Yue, whose lower body was still submerged in the water, and said, "Xiao Yue, what have I done to wrong you? Why did you help an outsider harm me?"

The emotionally fragile Xiao Yue lowered her head and said, "Sister, I don't want you to continue like this. Actually, take it slow. The young master won't be in trouble, and you can also obtain the essence. Why are you in such a hurry to leave your fish form? Besides, I think being a fish is quite nice."

"Xiao Yue, you…"

Shi Le was so angry she couldn't speak.

"Xiao Yue, thank you. Why did she act like this after I inserted it into her anus?"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly asked.

"Because that's the mermaid's energy point. Once a penis enters, we mermaids completely lose our ability to resist, becoming completely at his mercy. It even takes several days to recover our essence."

After hearing Xiao Yue's explanation, Yang Zhuihui knew that as long as he penetrated Shi Le's anus every few days, she would be completely under his control!

Yang Zhuihui, having found Shi Le's weakness, was quite pleased with himself. He coldly said, "Take you back to Jingyue Lake and keep you well-rested there!"

"Young Master, please hurry and save that girl! There are undercurrents in the water; one wrong move and you'll be swept away to the main channel, and below that is a hundred-foot waterfall. There's no chance of survival if you fall in,"

Xiaoyue hurriedly said.

Looking at Shi Le, still lying motionless on the ground, Yang Zhuihui quickly said, "You know this area well; you'll come with me!"

"Then…"

Xiaoyue glanced at Yang Zhuihui and whispered, "Can you carry me, Young Master? I can't walk yet; I can only swim."

Yang Zhuihui walked to the water's edge, bending down like a man, gesturing for Xiaoyue to climb up.

Xiaoyue swam behind Yang Zhuihui, her slender fingers hooking around his neck. When her large breasts pressed against Yang Zhuihui's broad back, both of them were a little excited.

"Let's go!"

Yang Zhuihui supported Xiaoyue's beautiful buttocks with his back and began to walk forward.

Lying on the rocks, Shi Le was utterly powerless. Her anus had been violated, leaving her like a lump of soft mud. Only her anus was still contracting rhythmically, squeezing out traces of blood.

Yang Zhuihui strode forward like a fierce lion, Xiao Yue's large breasts rubbing wildly against his back, her nipples turning red and already erect. Shyly, Xiao Yue swayed her fishtail, expressing her happiness but not wanting Yang Zhuihui to know.

Reaching the pool, Xiao Yue said, "Young Master, just throw me into the water."

Without a word, Yang Zhuihui let go, and the mermaid Xiao Yue fell into the water with a "plop." After a while, she surfaced, spitting out water, and asked, "How is your swimming ability, Young Master?"

"Much worse than yours."

Yang Zhuihui was too lazy to test the water temperature and jumped in directly.

Xiao Yue was no longer shy this time. She grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand, and the two took a deep breath and dived into the water. Led by Xiao Yue, they began to move forward in the turbulent waters, searching for Gongsun Lü'e's figure.

Underwater visibility was extremely poor; Yang Zhuihui could barely see anything within a ten-foot radius ahead. Strands of seaweed swayed with the current, and occasionally one or two fish he couldn't identify swam by. Yang Zhuihui's biggest fear was that his penis would be mistaken for an earthworm by the fish; if he were bitten a few times, perhaps he would never be able to get an erection again?

After swimming for a while, Xiaoyue tightened her grip on Yang Zhuihui's hand and pointed upwards. Understanding, Yang Zhuihui immediately surfaced.

"Thump!"

Yang Zhuihui's head hit a rock, and he cried out in pain.

Xiaoyue chuckled, covering her mouth, "Young Master, you're too hasty. This area is long, and you'll need to catch your breath several times. Don't hit your head again!"

Yang Zhuihui looked at Xiaoyue, half of her jade-like breasts floating on the surface, the other half submerged, shimmering in the gentle waves. His gaze was captivating. He quickly turned away, saying, "Let's continue. I'm really afraid something might happen to Sister Lü'e."

"Okay,"

Xiaoyue replied, diving into the water first, followed closely by Yang Zhuihui.

After taking three or four breaths, they still hadn't seen a trace of Gongsun Lü'e. Resurfacing again, Yang Zhuihui was panting, his body growing cold, his limbs feeling weak.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

Xiaoyue asked with concern.

"What Lü'e can do, I can do too. Let's continue!"

Yang Zhuihui was convinced Gongsun Lü'e was still alive, so he had the motivation to search. He tightened his grip on Xiaoyue's hand and plunged into the water.

"Young Master, wait!"

Xiaoyue called out hurriedly, "There's a strong current ahead. Remember to swim close to the inside, otherwise you'll easily be swept away. Once you're down the hundred-foot waterfall, your life will be in danger."

Yang Zhuihui felt a vague unease, yet hoped he was wrong. He nodded, and the two of them dived into the water.

A powerful suction was forcing Yang Zhuihui off course. Several caves to the left, emitting beams of cold light, created a strong suction. With Xiaoyue's help, Yang Zhuihui wasn't so easily sucked out. Just as Yang Zhuihui was struggling to swim forward, he suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on a green ribbon near the cave entrance. Yang Zhuihui immediately recognized it as the ornament Gongsun Lü'e wore on her head. With a

"buzz!"

, Yang Zhuihui felt as if someone had hit his head, and tears streamed down his face.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's strange behavior, Xiaoyue quickly pulled him upwards, anxiously asking, "Young Master, what's wrong? Why are you hesitating? What if you..."

"She's dead."

These three simple words interrupted Xiaoyue.

"Perhaps..."

"I saw her headscarf there; she was definitely swept away. It seems I killed her; I truly deserve to die!"

Yang Zhuihui gritted his teeth.

"Young Master..."

Xiaoyue, not good at comforting people, stopped speaking, silently sensing Yang Zhuihui's sorrow, as if she too had lost a very good friend.

Yang Zhuihui exhaled, saying, "I'll leave here first; someone will worry about me. Take me out!"

"Yes, Young Master, be careful; don't get sucked in by the current."

"No problem!"

Yang Zhuihui took a deep breath and dived into the water, resisting the suction as he swam forward.

After a moment, a light appeared ahead, and Yang Zhuihui's vision gradually cleared. He could see flower petals floating above the light, and it seemed a small fish was swallowing the petals.

Xiaoyue pointed to the light, then pointed upwards. Yang Zhuihui swam towards it at full speed.

Emerging from the water, Yang Zhuihui quickly wiped the water droplets from his face and opened his eyes to this somewhat unfamiliar world. He found himself in a wild fruit grove, where ripe peaches were about to fall.

Without time to marvel, Yang Zhuihui scrambled to the ground, wanting to call Xiaoyue to get up and see the world too, but realized Xiaoyue had no legs and couldn't reach land.

"Wait for me!"

Yang Zhuihui ran towards the source of the water's sound.

A curtain of water rushed towards him, the deafening roar of the cascading water making him stand before a hundred-foot waterfall. The snow-white curtain of water crashed into the deep pool, creating waves several feet high, making Yang Zhuihui's legs go weak.

Thinking about the waterway he had swum through, Yang Zhuihui was certain that Gongsun Lü'e had been swept away by the current to the bottom of the hundred-foot waterfall; she was probably not alive.

Yang Zhuihui's heavy heart was still hard to calm. He muttered to himself, "I still didn't consider things thoroughly enough. I've wasted Lü'e's life. What a pity for a virgin. I haven't even confirmed whether her vagina is a 'famous orifice'."

If Gongsun Lü'e heard these words, even as a wild ghost, she would definitely strangle this lecherous Yang Zhuihui on the spot!

He paced back and forth near the orchard several times, and the thing that frustrated Yang Zhuihui was indeed true. This orchard was almost parallel to the river, making it impossible to leave. In front was a hundred-foot waterfall, and behind was a hundred-foot sheer cliff. Poor Yang Zhuihui was stuck in the middle like minced meat, unable to move forward or backward.

He whistled several times, but the silly bird was nowhere to be seen, and his whistles were drowned out by the sound of the water.

"Young master, how is it?"

Xiaoyue shouted at the top of her lungs.

"It seems I'll be keeping company with two mermaids for the rest of my life."

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and walked dejectedly towards Xiaoyue.

Sitting beside Xiaoyue, Yang Zhuihui looked up at the orchard and asked, "Xiaoyue, do you all rely on this orchard for survival?"

"No, I prefer to hunt in the water and don't like peaches. My sister doesn't eat them either; the fruit is all for you,"

Xiaoyue explained.

"It seems I can't leave here; perhaps I'll be with you for the rest of my life,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile, his eyes narrowed.

"For the rest of your life..."

Xiaoyue smiled faintly, seemingly happy, but knew this wasn't what Yang Zhuihui wanted. After a moment's thought, she said sadly, "Young Master, what will you do then?"

"Let's go back first. Wait for me; I'll bring some peaches back."

Yang Zhuihui picked a few peaches like a monkey, but found there was nowhere to put them. Frustrated, Xiaoyue took the peaches and said, "Young Master, I only need the fish tail to move forward."

"Thank you,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile, jumping into the water, and the two swam back.

Chapter 36, Breaking Xiaoyue's Virginity (Part 1)

Climbing out of the pool deep in the cave, Yang Zhuihui carried Xiaoyue outside again. Feeling the pleasure of Xiaoyue's large breasts rubbing against his shoulders, Yang Zhuihui's penis was already erect, but he didn't know how to have sex with Xiaoyue, so he could only set his sights on Shi Le. He absolutely couldn't penetrate her vagina, only her anus!

Shi Le was sitting on a rock, her strength instantly exhausted, making it difficult for her to stand up. Her hands stroked the fish scales on the outside of her thighs, each scale shimmering, reflecting countless images of herself.

Shi Le suddenly turned her head, looking at Yang Zhuihui and Xiaoyue who had reappeared in front of her, her evil thoughts rising.

After gently placing Xiaoyue into the water, Yang Zhuihui stood in front of Shi Le, his glans almost touching her red lips.

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Shi Le's wet hair and said fiercely, "If it weren't for you, Lü'e wouldn't have died!"

"Then kill me,"

Shi Le said.

“Killing you would be a waste. You're a top-notch woman, big breasts, tight pussy, you'll excite me a lot, so hurry up and suck it!”

He thrust his hips forward, his glans rubbing against Shi Le's wet lips.

Even though she didn't want to, Shi Le opened her mouth and took Yang Zhuihui's lewd dragon into her mouth, slowly sucking and making "tsk tsk" sounds.

Looking at the despicable Shi Le, Yang Zhuihui coldly said, “It seems my first impression of you was right, you are indeed a despicable woman, but I like it. Hurry up, lick my glans with your tongue!”

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…”

Shi Le whimpered, but sucked even harder. As long as Yang Zhuihui could penetrate her honey hole again, Shi Le would regain her energy, and then subduing Yang Zhuihui would be much easier. She didn't care about being insulted now.

After sucking for a full quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui pushed Shi Le down to the ground, making her legs press against her lower abdomen, rubbing his glans against her still red and swollen anus.

"Husband... um... don't put it in back... put it in front... it's tighter... wetter... you'll like it more..."

Shi Le said coquettishly.

Yang Zhuihui dared not put it in Shi Le's honey hole. If he did, he might become her prisoner. He didn't care whether Shi Le's anus was clean or not, and pressed his glans against her anus, which seemed to be deliberately retracted.

"It will hurt more if you don't relax."

Yang Zhuihui lewdly laughed.

"No... it's just like this down there... husband... put it in front... it will feel better... if you're not satisfied, put it in back..."

Shi Le said coquettishly.

"Is that so?"

Yang Zhuihui's glans slid down to Shi Le's honey hole, beginning to slide within the wet crevice.

Shi Le thrust her beautiful buttocks, eagerly hoping Yang Zhuihui would penetrate her, but he hesitated.

Xiao Yue, in the water, was terrified that Yang Zhuihui would penetrate her, and was so nervous she almost screamed.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui, whose glans was already covered in Shi Le's vaginal fluid, suddenly lowered his penis, pressed it against Shi Le's anus, and thrust hard, squeezing his glans inside.

"Ah!"

Shi Le cried out in pain.

After half an hour of anal sex, Yang Zhuihui ejaculated into her anus, ignoring Shi Le who was slightly dizzy from his own actions, and jumped into the water to take a good bath, then satisfiedly licked his two peaches. His mood gradually improved, and he tied Shi Le to a stone pillar, leaving her legs wide open. Yang Zhuihui lay on the stone, and with his eyes open, he could see Shi Le's swollen anus and her flower-like, tender honey hole. Having been raped by Shi Le for so long, he hadn't had a proper night's sleep. This time,

he was determined to make up for all the sleep he'd lost! For two consecutive days, Yang Zhuihui engaged in anal sex with Shi Le whenever he had a spare moment. Shi Le had become numb from the rape; whenever Yang Zhuihui's glans pressed against her anus, her anus would instinctively open slightly to allow him to penetrate.

After being in this damp place for so long, Yang Zhuihui began to miss the days of basking in the warm sun, when he could only sunbathe in the orchard. Kind-hearted Xiaoyue always accompanied Yang Zhuihui, but he was so focused on punishing Shi Le that he forgot about the mermaid Xiaoyue who was there to keep him company.

Swimming through the undercurrent again, Yang Zhuihui stared at Gongsun Lü'e's headscarf for a moment. It swayed with the current, yet remained hanging there, seemingly telling Yang Zhuihui its story.

Holding a peach, Xiaoyue pointed ahead, gesturing for Yang Zhuihui to leave the area quickly, fearing he might be swept into the undercurrent and fall into the hundred-foot waterfall, where he would surely perish.

Yang Zhuihui nodded, surfaced for air, then submerged again to follow Xiaoyue.

Climbing out of the deep pool, Yang Zhuihui bent down to let Xiaoyue climb onto his shoulder, embracing her tightly as they walked further in.

"Young Master Yang, are you really not planning to leave?"

Xiaoyue asked softly. Her nipples rubbed against Yang Zhuihui's broad shoulders, her cheeks flushed, a shy and charming sight.

"Mainly because I can't leave. If I could, I would have left long ago,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

"Then will I still be able to see Young Master Yang in the future?"

Xiaoyue blurted out.

Faced with the serious topic of separation, Yang Zhuihui suddenly asked, "If you could walk on land, you could stay by my side, but..."

Remembering that Xiaoyue had no vulva, Yang Zhuihui felt frustrated.

"Xiaoyue doesn't want to become like her sister. Also, Young Master Yang, my sister has suffered enough punishment. Can you please stop treating her so roughly? It breaks Xiaoyue's heart."

"Hmm, I'll listen to Xiaoyue and won't make your sister suffer anymore, okay?"

Yang Zhuihui smiled.

"Thank you, Brother Yang!"

Xiaoyue hugged Yang Zhuihui tightly, her rosy cheeks pressed against his side.

After walking for a while, Yang Zhuihui suddenly asked, "If you and I consummate our marriage, will you grow legs?"

Xiaoyue's heart pounded like a deer's, and she remained silent for a long while before finally saying, "Yes, but Xiaoyue doesn't want that, Young Master Yang. I'd rather live like this forever."

"Don't you want to be with me?"

"Yes, but..."

"If you have such a thought, you should pursue it. Xiaoyue, I don't know how long you mermaids can live, but the average lifespan of us humans is around sixty-five years. In these short decades, don't let yourself have too many regrets. Actually, Brother Yang also wants to be with you. If possible..."

After a moment of murmur, Yang Zhuihui continued, "Please come with me to see the outside world!"

"Brother Yang..."

Xiaoyue became a little confused.

Xiaoyue and Shile, these two busty sisters, had completely different personalities—one kind, one wicked; one frigid, one with a high sex drive. If he could have them by his side at all times, it would be a good combination. Pushing them down together and making love, one wanton and one shy, Yang Zhuihui would definitely enjoy it immensely!

"Brother Yang, everything you say is true,"

Yang Zhuihui continued to lie. As a man who cultivated the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon, it would be a huge mistake not to use his clever words to win over some women for dual cultivation!

"Okay,"

Xiaoyue compromised.

Back at the resting place, Shile, who had been raped unconscious, was still asleep. Yang Zhuihui looked at Shile, who had a beautiful face and large, firm breasts, but was too ruthless, and had other plans in mind.

"Brother Yang, this is a one-time opportunity. If you can't do it, I'll have to live with a tail for the rest of my life. Actually, I'm very fragile, unlike my sister who is so bold, so please give me some motivation!"

The mermaid Xiaoyue, whose lower body was submerged in the water, said resolutely.

"Tell me what to do, and I'll cooperate with you." Thinking that he might have two mermaids by his side in the future, half-human and half-fish when bathing, and maintaining a human form at other times, Yang Zhuihui's lewd penis began to throb.

Xiaoyue covered her lips shyly and whispered, "Xiaoyue can use her dantian to gather some internal energy to maintain her human form for a very short time. Then... she can consummate her marriage with Young Master Yang. There's one thing Young Master Yang might not be able to do, because Young Master Yang is too powerful."

"Tell me, I'll try my best!"

Yang Zhuihui said solemnly.

"It's just..."

Xiaoyue lowered her head even further.

"It's just that you must insert yourself the moment her vulva is formed and ejaculate your essence inside, so that Xiaoyue can absorb that essence and thus maintain her human form. If you can't ejaculate, and Xiaoyue can't maintain her human form, you'll be crushed."

Shi Le said coldly, now fully conscious.

"Xiaoyue already said that Young Master Yang is too powerful and can't do it."

Xiaoyue said anxiously. Yang Zhuihui was shocked.

So it was going to make him ejaculate prematurely? That's easy. Without thinking too much, Yang Zhuihui gripped his penis and prepared to start masturbating. Then, as if remembering something, he turned his head and asked, "Shi Le, if I fuck you now and give you my essence, and you stay by my side from now on, completely obedient to me, would you be willing?"

Shi Le's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe Yang Zhuihui would say such a thing. She stared at him in astonishment for a long while before regaining her composure, then hurriedly nodded, saying, "As long as you don't penetrate me from behind, I'll do anything, even be your dog!"

"Hmm, I understand."

Walking up to Shi Le, looking at her vulva almost parallel to her lower abdomen, Yang Zhuihui

pressed his penis against the entrance and thrust in forcefully. When Yang Zhuihui's penis entered her honeyed hole again, Shi Le was so excited she almost cried, her whole body trembling, her vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing as if countless tiny mouths were sucking on Yang Zhuihui's penis.

"This is your reward!"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Shi Le's large breasts, squeezing them hard, and began to thrust into her honeyed hole with even greater force.

"Ah...ah..."

Shi Le cried out excitedly, like a desert traveler finally tasting a sweet spring.

After a quarter of an hour of frantic thrusting, Yang Zhuihui finally felt a slight urge to ejaculate. He initially wanted to give it to Shile first, but fearing something might go wrong, he turned to Xiaoyue and said, "Xiaoyue, I'm about to ejaculate, hurry up and get ready!"

Xiaoyue, stunned, nodded hastily, clasped her hands together, and slowly closed her eyes. A soft light emanated from her body, illuminating the entire cave. The brighter it was, the uglier the cave appeared, while Xiaoyue became incomparably holy, leaving Yang Zhuihui speechless and even feeling an urge to kneel and worship.

Xiaoyue slowly floated up, her lower body surrounded by golden light, making it impossible for Yang Zhuihui to tell whether it was thighs or a fish tail.

As time passed, the light around Xiaoyue gradually weakened, revealing a pair of long, slender thighs. At the point where her legs closed, a tightly sealed slit made Yang Zhuihui's eyes nearly pop out. Completely hairless and flawless, only a tiny bit of her labia majora was visible, like a tender spring bud, but a pink color that men loved most.

Xiaoyue looked down at her beautiful legs, her heart pounding with excitement, yet she knew that at this moment, she was at her most vulnerable. Not daring to hesitate, she rushed towards Yang Zhuihui, her large breasts swaying back and forth. Yang Zhuihui was afraid that the impact of such large breasts would send him flying!

"Young Master Yang, please hold Xiaoyue tight!"

the perfect beauty Xiaoyue cried out.

Yang Zhuihui decisively pulled out his wet penis, assumed a horse stance, and when Xiaoyue crashed into his arms, her breasts pressed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Without further hesitation, Yang Zhuihui pushed Xiaoyue down, looking at her shy face, and pressed his penis against the entrance of her vagina, slowly squeezing in. (

Chapter 37, May 26th)

"Ugh..."

Feeling the increasingly intense pain in her lower body, as if she were being torn in two, Xiaoyue immediately burst into tears.

Yang Zhuihui longed to be gentle and tender, wanting Xiaoyue to have a perfect first time, but there was no way; he could only satisfy her properly later!

"I'm coming!"

Yang Zhuihui roared, thrusting his hips forward and breaking Xiaoyue's hymen.

"Ah!"

Xiaoyue screamed.

After a couple more forceful thrusts, Yang Zhuihui released his ejaculation.

*Plop, plop, plop.*

The hot fluid surged through Xiaoyue's uterus; she felt numb and sore, yet she felt her body's energy gradually increasing, able to maintain her human form without conscious effort.

After ejaculating, Yang Zhuihui and Xiaoyue lingered for a while, then he made love with Shile for half an hour. After bestowing upon her his semen, which was like a life-saving elixir, Shile gradually regained her spirits, and Yang Zhuihui even helped her untie the vines binding her.

For the next two or three hours, the three of them sat together, Yang Zhuihui with his arms around her, chatting and laughing, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Feeling hungry, Yang Zhuihui went to the orchard to pick fruit to eat. Eating fruit all day, Yang Zhuihui felt his endocrine system was about to become imbalanced. The previous times, Xiaoyue had accompanied him to the orchard to pick fruit, but now that Shile obeyed him, and Xiaoyue had grown long, beautiful legs with the help of his semen, of course he wanted to take them to the orchard.

"Young Master Yang, I'm feeling a little unwell, can we stay here?"

Xiaoyue whispered, having already reached the edge of the deep pool.

"It's alright, Shile and I will take you over there, come down,"

Yang Zhuihui gestured.

After a moment's hesitation, Xiaoyue jumped into the water, her long legs transforming into a fishtail.

"Is everything alright?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"With Sister Le and Young Master Yang, it should be fine, right?"

Xiaoyue was still a little uneasy, but dared not say it directly, so she reluctantly dived into the water.

Of the three, Yang Zhuihui, the worst swimmer, swam in front, with the slightly unwell Xiaoyue in the middle, and Shile at the back.

Normally, Xiaoyue didn't need to breathe while diving, but this time she unexpectedly needed to breathe three or four times. As they took another breath, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly asked, "Xiaoyue, what's wrong?"

Xiaoyue shook her head vigorously and said, "I can't say, Young Master Yang, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"This is my sister's first transformation. Her body is adjusting to two different forms, so discomfort is inevitable. She'll recover in a while,"

the experienced Shi Le explained.

"We're almost at the undercurrent area, Xiaoyue, are you sure you're okay?"

Yang Zhuihui asked gently.

"I should be fine, Young Master Yang, please trust me,"

Xiaoyue nodded.

"Okay, stay close to me, stick to the wall, remember that."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Xiaoyue and then submerged.

"Sister, you've always been so strong, don't do anything to disappoint everyone,"

Shi Le, who wasn't good at comforting people, stroked Xiaoyue's face and took her hand.

Making sure they were both behind him, Yang Zhuihui continued swimming forward.

The closer they got to the undercurrent, the more worried Yang Zhuihui became about Xiaoyue. He kept glancing at her pale face, even considering sending her back, but a sliver of hope remained—perhaps they could reach the orchard safely and rest there.

Now officially in the undercurrent, Yang Zhuihui slowed down, trying to swim alongside Xiaoyue. The powerful suction forced him to cling to the rock wall, making it impossible to swim out.

Xiaoyue struggled with her fishtail, her consciousness fading. Normally, the water was crystal clear, but now it felt increasingly dark.

Bubbles rose from her lips. With her last strength, Xiaoyue grabbed Yang Zhuihui's foot, but then let go. Her delicate body was pulled towards the cave by the suction.

Yang Zhuihui cried out, a long string of bubbles rising as water filled his mouth. Ignoring his own safety, Yang Zhuihui swam directly to Xiaoyue, using the suction to easily grab her shoulder, trying to pull her back, but his strength waned.

The usually selfish Shi Le, unwilling to lose Yang Zhuihui, a man with exceptional sexual prowess, followed closely behind, grabbing Yang Zhuihui's waist and trying to drag them back. She exerted considerable strength, but to little avail. The three of them, tangled together, struggled in the current, getting closer and closer to the cave. Finally, exhausted, Shi Le could only hold onto Yang Zhuihui tightly, and the three of them burst out of the cave.

"Ah!"

The three of them flew out of the cliffside cave like discarded trash, propelled by the current, plunging directly into the rapids two zhang below. Below that was the hundred-zhang waterfall that terrified Yang Zhuihui. If they couldn't escape now, they would be thrown into the waterfall, their lives in grave danger!

"I'm sorry! Young Master Yang! I've caused you this!"

Xiao Yue cried, water splashing against her pale face.

"I, Yang Zhuihui, never regret my actions!"

" Yang Zhuihui!" Yang Zhuihui roared.

"Aren't you called Yang Zhuihui?"

Shi Le, still quite rational at this critical moment, asked.

"Yang Zhuihui, my name is Yang Zhuihui, I misspoke,"

Yang Zhuihui argued, his gaze almost parallel to the water. Seeing the waterfall getting closer and closer, Yang Zhuihui had no strength to resist the current. Holding Xiaoyue and Shi Le tightly, Yang Zhuihui cried out, "Shi Le! Can't you run away?!"

"I was created by nature, I have no power to resist nature's invitation!"

Shi Le hugged Yang Zhuihui tightly, seemingly prepared to die.

"Awooo!"

A bird's cry came from the sky. The divine eagle, which had been circling above the river, caught sight of Yang Zhuihui, let out a long cry, adjusted its flight direction, and swooped down like a sharp sword.

"Silly bird!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted excitedly, but the waterfall was right in front of them!

"Awooo!"

"Ah!"

The three of them screamed simultaneously, thrown directly out of the waterfall. It seemed the current was too fast; falling at this speed, the three of them could not possibly land in the pool, they would definitely crash among the rocks and be smashed into pieces!

The divine eagle had already folded its wings, its sharp eyes fixed on the three falling figures, showing no sign of slowing its descent.

A fierce wind lashed at their bodies; they could barely open their eyes, feeling as if the King of Hell was reaching out his filthy arms to embrace them.

"Awooo!"

the divine eagle cried out again, having already reached the same height as Yang Zhuihui and spread its long wings.

Hearing the cry, Yang Zhuihui barely opened his eyes a crack. Seeing the divine eagle so close, he quickly reached out his left hand to grab its claw. Fortunately, Shi Le was holding his waist, allowing him to still move one hand freely; otherwise, even this sliver of hope would have been lost.

"Awooo!"

The divine eagle flapped its wings vigorously, bearing the weight of the three people and the force of gravity, pushing its strength to its limit. Several feathers fell out, barely slowing their descent, but unable to carry them upwards. Spotting a calm spot downstream of the waterfall, the divine eagle led them there.

Yang Zhuihui understood the eagle's intention. Upon reaching the water's surface, disregarding the potential danger of falling from such a height, he decisively released his grip. The three of them tumbled into the water like noodles, splashing water that soaked the eagle's wings. The eagle landed steadily on the water's edge, watching where they had fallen.

Yang Zhuihui emerged from the water like a dragon, carrying Xiaoyue on his left and Shile on his right, struggling towards the riverbank. Xiaoyue

was unconscious, but Shile was unharmed. Finding a shady spot, Yang Zhuihui plopped down, letting Xiaoyue lie in his arms. Looking at the seemingly sleeping sprite, Yang Zhuihui gently stroked her pale cheeks. She looked quite ill, but thankfully her breathing was still steady. Her large, full breasts occasionally pressed against Yang Zhuihui's strong chest muscles.

"I hate sunlight,"

Shile muttered, leaning against Yang Zhuihui, her expressive eyes fixed on the high-hanging sun.

“That’s how summer is. You’ve come here, so you have to get used to it.”

Yang Zhuihui smiled wryly, then paused and asked, “Will Xiaoyue be in any danger?”

“Let her rest for a while. We mermaids aren’t as fragile as you think; we just don’t like the sun.”

Shi Le expressed her dissatisfaction again.

“I’ll find you a shady place to live in from now on,”

Yang Zhuihui said.

“I don’t like that bird’s eyes.”

Shi Le pointed to the divine eagle squatting on the ground sunbathing.

“Uh… it likes to eat fish; maybe it smelled the fishy smell on you.”

“I don’t want to become its food!”

Shi Le exclaimed, clinging even tighter.

"Don't worry, I'm here, everything'll be fine. That silly bird listens to me the most."

Looking at Shi Le's huge breasts, and then at his own drooping penis, a slightly awkward situation arose. None of the three of them had any clothes to cover themselves. There was no village or shop in sight, and who knew where they could buy clothes? Besides, they were located below a waterfall, with huge rocks on both sides. It seemed the only way to leave was for the eagle to carry them to the cliff top.

He didn't care about his own nakedness, but Yang Zhuihui cared about his two beautiful women. He absolutely wouldn't allow such perfect bodies to be seen by anyone!

A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Yue opened her eyes. After adjusting to the bright light and temperature difference, Xiao Yue said, "Young Master Yang, I'm sorry, I made you worry."

"If it weren't for Xiao Yue, we would still be living in this cave. I should be thanking you, thank you."

Yang Zhuihui kissed Xiao Yue's forehead.

"You're being unfair! She risked her life to stop you, can't you reward her with a kiss?"

Shi Le started to get jealous.

“No.”

Yang Zhuihui feigned seriousness, saying, “If you really pull us back, we’ll be stuck living in this dark cave forever. I’ll never be able to go back to the outside world, so I absolutely won’t give you a kiss!”

“Hmph!”

Shi Le snorted and tilted her head back, seemingly being coquettish.

Yang Zhuihui suddenly kissed Shi Le’s cheeks twice, chuckling, “If you won’t give me one, I’ll give you two. Your actions prove you actually care about me.”

Shi Le blushed like a bee in a honeypot, feeling incredibly sweet inside. She realized that besides sex, there was an invisible kind of love between her and Yang Zhuihui. Despite her pride, she held her head even higher, snorting, “I only care if you can give me an orgasm. I don’t care about anything else!”

“Only I can give you that in this world,”

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, his hands beginning to pinch the tips of Shi Le’s large breasts.

Shi Le seemed a little uneasy, her legs clamping together, her nipples hardening and engorged under Yang Zhuihui’s pinching, her body becoming somewhat limp.

Because Xiaoyue was still recovering, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to withdraw his hand, not daring to provoke Shile any further. He raised his head, looking at the imposing waterfall in the distance, and said, "Perhaps I'll have to keep you here for a while. I need to find some clothes for you. Let me tell you, covering yourselves is the most basic thing. Only I can see, touch, lick, and have sex with your bodies. I absolutely will not allow any other man in this world to see your bodies. Anyone who looks will have their eyes gouged out. Anyone who dares to touch me, I'll kill them and anally rape all the women of their clan!"

"You're so manly,"

Shile said, hooking Yang Zhuihui's chin and chuckling foolishly.

Compared to the inherently lewd Shile, Xiaoyue, like a kitten, leaned against Yang Zhuihui, quietly watching the two of them, not wanting to say a word. Seeing that they were both silent, Xiaoyue raised her tightly clenched hand in front of Yang Zhuihui, and the crumpled green headscarf slowly unfurled.

Chapter 38, Two Women's Underwear

"I love you to death!"

Upon seeing Gongsun Lü'e's headscarf, Yang Zhuihui was extremely excited and kissed Xiaoyue's face several more times, making Shi Le jealous again.

After a while of ambiguous interaction, Yang Zhuihui told Shi Le to take good care of Xiaoyue, while he, naked, mounted the bird's back, patted the eagle's head, and chuckled, "Silly bird, you are truly my savior. I will treat you well from now on. Let's go to Dushi City; I want to choose two nice outfits for them!"

The eagle let out a long cry and flew upwards.

Upon reaching the skies above Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui only wanted to find a clothing store. After lingering there for a while, he vaguely recognized a shop that resembled a clothing store. Spotting the backyard of the store, he sent the Divine Eagle down. So

focused on buying clothes for the mermaid sisters, Yang Zhuihui completely forgot he had no money!

Landing in the courtyard, he went to the window, poked a hole in the paper, and looked inside. He saw a middle-aged woman diligently cutting fabric.

Yang Zhuihui flung open the window, peeked in, and asked, "Auntie, I don't have any clothes. Could you give me a set?"

The old woman looked up, almost cried out when she saw Yang Zhuihui, grabbed a broom, and yelled, "Where did this beggar come from? Get out! Don't stay here, or I'll report you to the authorities!"

Yang Zhuihui had hoped to win over the old woman with his incredibly sunny smile, but it seemed this woman, who probably hadn't produced any sex hormones, didn't know how to appreciate a handsome man. Slightly helpless, Yang Zhuihui sighed, "Auntie, give me the clothes first, and I, Yang Guo, will give you money later." "

Yang Guo?"

The old woman's eyes lit up.

Yang Zhuihui was startled; the old woman seemed to crave his company.

"Is it the Yang Guo who fell off a cliff to save the martial arts world?"

The old woman's adoring gaze made Yang Zhuihui uneasy.

"Yes, that's right. I was lucky enough to fall into the water and survive, but my clothes were all ruined. I know Auntie is very skilled, so I came here specifically."

Yang Zhuihui smiled, his eyes narrowing, feeling his status had instantly risen.

"Come in, come in, let me measure you,"

the old woman called out.

"I'm not wearing anything, don't be afraid, Auntie."

"Auntie is so old, what haven't I seen? Come in, come in."

The old woman was overjoyed at the thought of the great hero Yang Guo appearing in her humble abode.

Yang Zhuihui didn't think much of it and jumped into the room, hurriedly rubbing his engorged member.

The old woman measured him with a soft ruler, confirming the dimensions of each part, and then let Yang Zhuihui choose the fabric to start making clothes for him. Afraid of delaying the old woman's progress, Yang Zhuihui could only choose a pair of ready-made shorts to wear.

Looking at the diligent old woman, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Auntie, could you make two more sets for me, for a girl?"

"Hehe, no problem, I have plenty of fabric here."

"I mean two sets, I mean everything, is that alright?"

Yang Zhuihui reminded her.

The middle-aged woman's kind gaze fell on Yang Zhuihui's face. "So, you mean you want both the outer and inner garments, right?" she said.

"Yes! Yes!"

Yang Zhuihui nodded vigorously. Suddenly, he remembered that he used to own a lingerie shop and had personally made some rather cheap bras. Thinking of the mermaid sisters' enormous breasts, he imagined they might find wearing a bellyband very uncomfortable; if it shrunk from the pressure, it would be disastrous. With that in mind, Yang Zhuihui said, "Auntie, you make the outer garments, and I'll make the inner ones. Could you lend me some scissors and thread?"

"You can make things too, hero?"

the woman asked, startled.

"I can do anything,"

Yang Zhuihui said, almost breaking out in a cold sweat. He felt like the woman was looking at a wild animal.

"Alright,"

the woman said, getting up and finding scissors and thread for Yang Zhuihui.

"Can I use any fabric I want?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Use as much as you like, hero. The more you use, the more the shop benefits,"

the woman laughed.

Having received permission, Yang Zhuihui's eyes lit up, and he secretly thought, "I'm going to make super sexy bras and panties for my wives!"

Afraid that the old lady would spread the word about his bra and panties-making, Yang Zhuihui deliberately chose a corner out of her sight to begin his work. After selecting several bolts of high-quality fabric, he began diligently cutting... After

nearly half an hour, Yang Zhuihui finally finished two sets of underwear. He wrapped them in red cloth and walked up to the old lady. When she finished embroidering the last plum blossom on the skirt, she handed the finished product to Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui casually touched it; the silk was smooth, a high-quality fabric, and he didn't bother to examine it closely. After thanking the old woman, Yang Zhuihui was helped into his outfit. To his delight, she even gave him three extra pairs of boots. He thanked her profusely, then jumped out the window with a large pile of clothes in his arms. After thanking her again, he rushed to the sleeping eagle in the corner, woke it up, and headed towards the waterfall. The old

woman, peeking out, saw Yang Zhuihui riding away on the bird and her eyes lit up. She exclaimed, "Whether it's a human or a ghost, this humble shop is truly honored!"

A moment later, she suddenly cried out, "Where's the silk I painstakingly obtained from the Western Regions?"

Yang Zhuihui had already used all her Western Regions silk to make bra straps and underwear.

Back at Xiaoyue and Shile's resting place, the two busty sisters were asleep, huddled together. Yang Zhuihui couldn't bear to wake them.

He sorted out the clothes one by one, dividing them into two sets: one bright red and one light purple. The recipients had already been chosen.

Seeing them sleeping soundly, Yang Zhuihui chose two gauze garments to cover their vulvas and large breasts, then sat down beside them and began to doze off.

After some time, Yang Zhuihui was awakened by soft moans. Opening his eyes, he saw Xiaoyue and Shile staring at him with incredulous looks. Startled, Yang Zhuihui quickly touched his cheek and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Shile was holding a thong that Yang Zhuihui had made herself and asked, "Husband, what is this?"

Yang Zhuihui immediately revealed a slightly lewd smile, took the thong, and held it up to his crotch.

Realizing that it was meant to cover her vulva, Shile felt a little expectant, while Xiaoyue blushed deeply, unable to imagine what she would look like wearing it.

"I'll put it on for you."

Yang Zhuihui held a bright red thong, obviously prepared for Shile. He had Shile lie down, her jade legs resting on his thighs. Looking at her ten adorable toes, Yang Zhuihui wanted to kiss them dearly. Finally, Yang Zhuihui stared at the fertile, sunken crevice between Shi Le's legs, his own lustful dragon already erect. As the thong covered Shi Le's vulva, and she adjusted it herself, Yang Zhuihui, like a scholar, gazed at the small slit in the center of her now even more fertile vulva. His penis repeatedly forced its way through the crevice, bringing Shi Le endless pleasure.

His lust intensified, Yang Zhuihui feared he wouldn't be able to resist having sex with Shi Le again, so he quickly had her sit up, took out his homemade bra, and pulled on the straps, looking quite pleased with himself. He said, "These straps are very resilient, they won't hurt your skin, and they can keep your breasts perky. Very practical."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui had already put it on Shi Le, tightening the straps forcefully. Shi Le's face showed pain.

"Husband, it's too tight, it's so uncomfortable,"

Shi Le said, her eyebrows furrowed.

"It seems your breasts are much bigger than I imagined. The straps are still a little too short. I'll lengthen them when I have time. For now, just make do."

After fastening them, Yang Zhuihui deliberately stood far away, looking at Shi Le wearing a low-cup bra and thong. Her youthful face and large breasts, her alluring figure, exuded an illusion that made people want to conquer her. Yang Zhuihui dared not look any longer and had to let Shi Le put on the fiery red embroidered silk dress.

While Shi Le was getting dressed, Yang Zhuihui went to instruct Xiao Yue. Xiao Yue readily accepted the bra that could cover her large breasts, but she didn't want to wear the thong, which seemed to only cover her vulva and would expose her soft flesh if shifted even slightly. Afraid of disappointing Yang Zhuihui, she reluctantly put it on, not wanting to give him too much opportunity to defile her. Xiao Yue then began to put on her light purple dress.

After the two busty sisters were dressed, Yang Zhuihui carefully examined them.

One wore a fiery red embroidered silk robe and a pearl-white crepe skirt. Her face was as white and tender as jade, with a pair of dimples on her cheeks. Even without makeup, two blushes floated on her cheeks, like a newly opened magnolia flower, white with a hint of pink. Her long, dark, curved eyebrows were naturally beautiful, and her eyes were bright and captivating, clear and alluring, radiating a mesmerizing charm. A wide, pearl-white ribbon tied her hair up, giving her already

flowing, jet-black hair an ethereal, fairy-like quality. Looking at Shi Le's attire alone, one would initially mistake her for a virtuous young woman, completely unaware of the lewdness flowing through her veins—a lewdness only Yang Zhuihui, who had experienced it, could understand.

Xiao Yue was also quite well-dressed, wearing a light purple pleated skirt embroidered with butterflies. Her large, bright eyes seemed to express everything, her lips naturally red, and her long hair fluttered in the breeze, making her appear like a fairy standing in a lotus pond, ethereal and captivating, inspiring tenderness and affection. A plain white shawl added to her serene beauty. If the two stood still, Yang Zhuihui would mistake them for being completely demure, but in reality, they were entirely different, especially Shi Le—a wanton slut!

Ancient outer garments, modern underwear—this combination was actually quite nice, at least in Yang Zhuihui's opinion.

"Have you seen enough?"

Shi Le asked, hands on her hips.

"Hehe, the more I look at you, the more beautiful you become. I'm afraid I'll get so excited that I'll want to eat you both up,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"Being eaten by you is better than being eaten by that big bird!"

Shi Le huffed. The divine eagle was watching them both again.

"Alright, alright,"

Yang Zhuihui pulled them into his arms, kissing them several times on the left and right, and said, "It's time to show you some other humans who are definitely not as handsome as me."

He climbed onto the bird's back with them in his arms, whistled loudly, and the divine eagle carried them back to Dushi City.

Not daring to be too arrogant, after landing near the General's Mansion, Yang Zhuihui led them towards the gate of the General's Mansion.

"Young Master Yang is back!"

The dozing guards shouted at the top of their lungs as soon as they saw the beaming Yang Zhuihui.

"Young Master Yang is back!"

The news spread from one guard to another. Huang Rong, who was breastfeeding You Rong in the room, jumped up when she heard the news, picked up You Rong and ran outside, her heart filled with excitement.

Yang Zhuihui, Shi Le, and Xiaoyue had just entered the gate when Huang Rong, carrying You Rong, hurried over. Upon seeing the two stunningly beautiful women behind Yang Zhuihui, she was immediately stunned. Quickly recovering, she smiled and said, "Guo'er, I always believed you were still alive, and it's true!"

"Aunt Xu, let me introduce you to my two saviors—Xiaoyue and Shi Le. This is Xiaoyue, kind-hearted and very quiet; this is Shi Le, also kind-hearted, and she loves to exchange experiences with me. We often talk so loudly!"

Yang Zhuihui's so-called loud shouting was, of course, Shi Le's moans during sex.

Chapter 39, Reunited with Huang Rong

. "Xiaoyue, Shi Le?"

Huang Rong looked them over and said, "Seeing your light and graceful movements, and your profound internal strength, I wonder which school you belong to? I, Huang Rong, will definitely prepare a small gift to visit and express my gratitude another day."

Xiaoyue and Shi Le were both somewhat puzzled.

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly explained, "Aunt Guo, they are from no particular sect or clan and have always lived in the forest, often dealing with wild animals, so it's normal for them to be as light as swallows through training."

Actually, Yang Zhuihui didn't know that while he was having sex with them, their internal energy would also gradually increase—this was the wonderful effect of dual cultivation!

Seeing that Huang Rong was somewhat skeptical, Yang Zhuihui quickly asked, "Aunt Guo, could you spare a room for them? They'll be staying here for a while."

"Of course."

Huang Rong called to Bilian, instructing her to take Xiaoyue and Shile to their room, while she stopped Yang Zhuihui from following.

Seeing Xiaoyue and Shile walk away, Huang Rong asked, "Guo'er, tell your aunt what happened these past few days. I'm so worried; I haven't been able to eat or sleep properly."

"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Guo. After falling off the cliff, I was swept downstream and soon became dizzy. When I woke up, I was already in their quarters. I can't explain in detail,"

Yang Zhuihui replied evasively.

"Guo'er, have you found out the backgrounds of these two young ladies?"

Huang Rong asked again.

Yang Zhuihui suddenly realized that Huang Rong only wanted to ascertain their level of danger. He smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Aunt, they will be absolutely safe. I guarantee it with my life!"

"Hehe, it's nothing really. It's just that these past few days, the Mongol Tatars have been pressing in, and it's become quite common for Mongols to disguise themselves and infiltrate the city. Many people have been harmed. The General's Mansion is a politically important place, so Aunt has had to be very strict. You must be quite tired. Go back to your room and rest. I need to have someone tell Brother Ping the good news that you're still alive."

"Aunt, if I may be so bold as to ask, now that I've destroyed the Nine Yin Manual, there shouldn't be any great calamity in the martial world, right? The leader of the martial world..."

Yang Zhuihui felt he had been too direct and was about to change his words when Huang Rong spoke up, "Guo'er, you've already tried your best, but the manual is still in Ouyang Feng's hands. The copy you tore up didn't have a single word in it."

Yang Zhuihui was struck dumb, standing there frozen for a long time before regaining his senses. He hurriedly asked, "Where is the manual now?"

"The day before yesterday, Ouyang Feng arrived in the Xijiang area with the true scripture. Yesterday, he seemed to have reached the vicinity of Qiongzhou, probably looking for a secluded place to cultivate the scripture. If he succeeds in cultivating it, the martial world will never be at peace. Even if the entire martial world were to join forces, they wouldn't be able to defeat Ouyang Feng!"

"Then all my efforts would have been meaningless,"

Yang Zhui sighed regretfully. He truly felt that fate was playing a cruel joke on him. Why did he have to offend Ouyang Feng? Now, if Ouyang Feng were to run into him later, he would definitely be skinned alive!

The only way now was to find Ouyang Feng and destroy the true scripture. Otherwise, Ouyang Feng would become a stumbling block to his rule of the martial world and his advance into the imperial court. He also heard Huang Rong say that Ouyang Feng appeared in Qiongzhou on Hainan Island, which should be quite close to Ruoxian Island, as mentioned by the South Sea Divine Nun.

Destroying the sacred scriptures, incidentally going to Ruoxian Island to cultivate martial arts, and teasing the four young masters of Lingxiao—Yang Zhuihui was naturally inclined to do this, killing two birds with one stone. Feigning fearlessness, he firmly said, "Auntie, how about I set off for Qiongzhou tomorrow to retrieve the sacred scriptures? What do you think?"

"Guo'er has already faced death nine times over; how can I let you risk it again? Let's discuss this another day,"

Huang Rong said earnestly.

"Brother Yang!"

A clear voice rang in Yang Zhuihui's ears. Turning his head, he saw the green-clad girl, Gongsun Lü'e, rushing towards him like a wild horse.

Before Yang Zhuihui could even figure out how Gongsun Lü'e was still alive, she had already thrown herself into his arms, like a girl hugging a Barbie doll, her eyes narrowed to slits, her soft breasts pressing against his chest. A floral fragrance wafted from her green dress, almost making Yang Zhuihui sneeze.

"Brother Yang, I thought you were dead!"

Gongsun Lü'e sobbed.

Seeing that Gongsun Lü'e's expression was a bit strange, and that she was disregarding the difference between men and women by embracing Yang Zhuihui in public, Huang Rong became suspicious. Could it be that Zhuihui and Gongsun Lü'e were together? Huang Rong, now a wife, didn't want to worry about it and said, "You two chat, I'll go back to my room to rest."

"Auntie, please take care."

Yang Zhuihui quickly grabbed Gongsun Lü'e's shoulders and whispered, "If others see this, your reputation will be ruined!"

"I'm so happy."

Gongsun Lü'e wiped away her tears, seemingly enjoying the feeling of being nestled in Yang Zhuihui's arms.

"There are so many people coming and going here, let's go to my room."

Ignoring Gongsun Lü'e's objections, Yang Zhuihui walked ahead, and Gongsun Lü'e quickly followed.

Entering the room, Yang Zhuihui lowered the windows and had Gongsun Lü'e lock the door. He sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for Gongsun Lü'e to come over.

Locked up so tightly, and with Yang Zhuihui sitting on the edge of the bed, coupled with the scenes of lust that had unfolded in the Ghost Cave, Gongsun Lü'e seemed to sense that Yang Zhuihui was about to do something lewd to her. Her heart raced. She didn't want to go over, but she couldn't resist Yang Zhuihui's burning gaze. She stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed. Gongsun Lü'e lowered her head, as if anticipating something.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui had no intention of making a move on Gongsun Lü'e, or rather, it was inappropriate. Sorting through his somewhat chaotic thoughts, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Lü'e, how did you escape?"

"A big bird saved me."

"A big bird, a silly bird, oh, oh, I see. Have you told anyone about everything that happened to me in the cave?"

Yang Zhuihui asked again.

“Lv’e felt that if such a thing got out, it would affect Brother Yang’s reputation. Brother Yang is someone who might become the leader of the martial arts alliance, so this kind of thing absolutely cannot be known by others. When I came back, Aunt Guo asked me, and I just said that I fell into the water and woke up on the shore. It took me several days to get back to Dushi City. She didn’t ask for details. At that time, I placed all my hopes on the big bird. How I wished that you would also be washed out by the water and caught by it! Brother Yang, you must have been saved by that big bird, right?”

“Yes, that means that apart from you, me, Xiaoyue, and Shile, absolutely no one else knows what happened after I fell off the cliff, right?” Yang

Zhuihui asked with some worry.

“Don’t worry, Brother Yang, Lv’e isn’t stupid. She knows to think about Brother Yang’s future.”

“Then I’m relieved.”

Yang Zhuihui finally felt relieved.

Having been on edge the whole time, Yang Zhuihui was now somewhat sleepy as things were mostly sorted out. He yawned and asked, "Lü'e, when are you going back to the Valley of Heartbreak?"

"Brother Yang, don't you want Lü'e to stay by your side?"

Gongsun Lü'e asked in surprise.

Yang Zhuihui knew that women in love were most sensitive, so he quickly explained, "Lü'e, what are you thinking? Of course, Brother Yang hopes you can stay with me forever. It's just that I know your father has a bad temper. If you stay outside for too long, he might send someone to look for you, and that would be so embarrassing!"

Gongsun Lü'e breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother Yang, don't worry. I've already asked my senior brothers to send word back. I'll stay in Dushi City for a while longer. My father can't do anything about me, and he knows I'm staying at the General's Mansion, so he won't send anyone to look for me. Don't worry, Brother Yang."

"Hmm, that's for the best. Brother Yang wants to rest now. Do you want to watch Brother Yang sleep, or do you want to go back to your room to rest too?"

"I want to go back to my own room. I don't like watching you sleep!"

Gongsun Lü'e blushed and got up to leave.

Suddenly remembering something important, Yang Zhuihui quickly grabbed Gongsun Lü'e's hand.

Gongsun Lü'e gasped as if struck by lightning, her body temperature rising again. She dared not turn around, nor did she want to break free; her thoughts were in a state of chaos. She was terrified that Yang Zhuihui wanted to do something erotic with her, the kind of thing only allowed after marriage.

"Don't you feel like something's missing?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"N-no… I don't know…"

Gongsun Lü'e stammered.

"Turn around, Brother Yang has a surprise for you."

Yang Zhuihui had already taken out the headscarf that belonged to Gongsun Lü'e from his pocket.

Gongsun Lü'e slowly turned around, her eyes remaining closed, afraid of seeing something she shouldn't.

Yang Zhuihui stood up, looking at Gongsun Lü'e, who was a head shorter than him. Her shy appearance was particularly endearing. Yang Zhuihui hooked Gongsun Lü'e's chin, his fingers slowly stroking her smooth, jade-like face, feeling as if his hands would defile this sacred face. After stroking her for a while, Yang Zhuihui embraced Gongsun Lü'e, while Gongsun Lü'e buried her face in Yang Zhuihui's chest, her breathing becoming heavy.

Yang Zhuihui had intended to tie Gongsun Lü'e's headscarf, but realized that such headscarves were usually tied during hairdressing, immediately following the updo. He had no choice but to remove Gongsun Lü'e's jade hairpin, catch her loosening hair, and tie the headscarf securely with the updo before inserting the hairpin back in. After tidying her up again, feeling that she looked almost the same as when he first saw her, Yang Zhuihui said, "Lü'e, it's done. Look in the mirror." Gongsun Lü'e,

unaware of Yang Zhuihui's meaning, her gaze darted around, her whole body trembling under his loving gaze. To avoid being seen in her unsightly state, she quickly went to the mirror. When she saw her beloved green headscarf reappear, she jumped for joy, leaping to Yang Zhuihui in a few steps. Without any shyness, she gave him a kiss, praising, "Brother Yang, you're amazing! I thought it had been washed away! My father bought it for me on my eighteenth birthday, and I cherished it dearly!"

"Hehe, I knew you'd be so happy. Alright, go back and rest. We'll have a good chat later."

Yang Zhuihui playfully pinched Gongsun Lü'e's nose.

"Okay, Si, I'll go back now."

Gongsun Lü'e ran out of the room like a cheerful green elf. As she closed the door, she turned back to look at Yang Zhuihui and said softly, "Brother Yang, you're a good person!"

With that, she closed the door and left.

"I'm a good person?"

Yang Zhuihui looked at the door with a hint of disdain. He seemed to feel that since coming to this world, he was becoming less and less like a good person. He was just a little too innocent-looking. Could Gongsun Lü'e really judge him as a good person just based on that innocent face? Speechless, Yang Zhuihui simply went to bed to rest.

After sleeping for an hour, Yang Zhuihui got up to find Shi Le and Xiao Yue. He asked the two maids where they lived and learned that the General's Mansion was not suitable for them. Yang Zhuihui had already planned to move them away. He

knocked on the door and, after receiving permission from Shi Le, pushed the door open and went in.

Not seeing Shi Le and Xiao Yue in sight, Yang Zhuihui heard a sound behind the screen and hurriedly went in. He saw Shi Le and Xiao Yue soaking in a wooden tub, one leaning against one side and looking at him.

"Taking a bath?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Chapter 40, Exchange Conditions

. They both shook their heads simultaneously.

"Soaking in a wooden tub, if that's not taking a bath, then what is it?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, puzzled.

Shi Le shifted her body, her arm resting on the edge of the tub, half of her large breasts exposed. Her nipples moved with her breath, sometimes hiding under the tub, sometimes exposed to Yang Zhuihui's view. Yawning, Shi Le explained, "Husband, we are mermaids, we're not used to having our bodies exposed to the air for long periods, so we prefer to stay in the water. You should know that, husband!"

"So, when we're out exploring the world, will I have my servants carry huge wooden tubs so you can bathe anytime, anywhere?"

"Yes,"

Shi Le replied.

Yang Zhuihui felt like crying, realizing that bringing these mermaids, with their habits so different from humans, to the human world was a mistake, but he also felt they were truly exquisite, and not getting his hands on them would be a huge loss. Anyway, the fact was what it was, so Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to accept it. Glancing at the clothes hanging on the screen, Yang Zhuihui said, "Dry yourselves off. I'm going to take you somewhere; you'll definitely love it."

Shi Le and Xiao Yue became curious and quickly got up to dry themselves.

Watching the towel move across their skin, and seeing Shi Le's alluring way of wiping her genitals with the towel, Yang Zhuihui almost had a nosebleed. He quickly stepped out from behind the screen, unable to bear watching this explicit scene any longer.

"Yang Guo!"

*Bang!*

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Guo Fu rushed in, breathless, saying, "Yang Guo...you must hurry and save my father...my father has been ambushed..."

Yang Zhuihui had no pity for Guo Jing; perhaps he would be happier if Guo Jing died, so he acted very indifferently, saying lazily, "How did you know I was here?"

"I asked...I asked the maid..."

"Then why was your father ambushed?"

"The Mongol Tatars were despicable...they plotted against my father...my mother is still weak...I can't let her go save my father..."

"Oh, oh, is that so? I forgot to tell you, I just had a face-to-face encounter with Yama, the King of Hell. I'm exhausted now and might not be able to handle it."

"Yang Guo! Don't make things difficult for me! I know I've upset you! But no matter what, my father has been kind to you; even if you're a beast, you should go save him!"

Guo Fu said angrily.

Seeing Guo Fu's furious expression, Yang Zhuihui became even more smug and asked, "So how was your father ambushed?"

Guo Fu, enraged, drew her sword, but instead of stabbing Yang Zhuihui, she held it to her own neck, sobbing, "If my father dies, I won't live either! Think it over, you're going to die sooner or later, so I might as well take you down with me! If my mother finds out I died in front of you, she'll definitely kill you!"

Yang Zhuihui coughed twice, signaling Guo Fu to sheathe her sword. A little commotion was fine, but causing a death was unacceptable.

"What happened to your father? Tell me simply."

"The Mengming army was negotiating, agreeing to meet at Sanyuanbo, but my father was ambushed. Everyone who went with him died, only Ahua barely escaped. He said my father was shot by an arrow and is in critical condition. I know your martial arts are actually very good, so I hope you can go and save my father,"

Guo Fu choked out.

Yang Zhuihui had absolutely no desire to rescue Guo Jing, and fearing that Guo Fu, who was capable of anything, would threaten him with death again, he could only nod and say, "I'll try. If I successfully rescue your father, how will you repay me?"

"Don't try to negotiate with me again!"

Guo Fu held her sword to her neck again.

"Okay, okay, okay, I won't talk about it for now, alright?"

Yang Zhuihui was helpless. In order to ensure the safety of Huang Rong and her daughter so that he could enjoy them later, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to admit defeat and said, "I don't know where Sanyuanbo is. You'll have to find someone to lead the way."

"Okay! Come with me!"

Guo Fu sheathed her sword and hurriedly walked out.

At this moment, Shi Le, who had already put on her bra and thong, poked her head out and asked, "Husband, is that cute little sister who gets angry also your woman?"

Her voice was loud, and Guo Fu heard it as well as Yang Zhuihui.

"You only know how to mess around with women!"

Guo Fu strode away.

Yang Zhuihui smiled helplessly and said, "Shi Le, you and Xiao Yue can stay in the water. I have to go out for a bit."

"I just dried off, and you're calling me back in?"

Shi Le was very annoyed. She grabbed Xiao Yue's white, semi-transparent thong and threw it forcefully at Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui caught it, examining the thong. It was made of high-quality Western Region silk, smooth to the touch, and allowed a glimpse of her vulva. This kind of underwear was absolutely unique in ancient times!

"I made this. Remember to keep it safe."

Yang Zhuihui tossed the thong to Shi Le, blew her a kiss, and left.

Shi Le pulled at the thong, muttering, "How can a grown man make something like this?"

"Sister, give it back to me!"

Xiao Yue was covering her triangle, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Following Guo Fu, Yang Zhuihui still wanted to cultivate a relationship with her, but seeing her arrogant demeanor, he secretly imagined what it would be like to push her onto the bed and make love with her.

"Young Miss, Ahua is dead!"

A doctor rushed over.

"I know."

Guo Fu didn't say much, heading straight for the main gate.

After preparing a horse for Yang Zhuihui and finding an old soldier familiar with the terrain to lead the way, Yang Zhuihui and the old soldier hurried towards the west gate.

The heavy city gate groaned like a dying old woman, dust billowing, broken chariots lying scattered on the ground, and the bones of warhorses as a backdrop. A hot wind blew by, and Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but frown. The old soldier seemed accustomed to this desolate scenery, picking up his whip and galloping forward.

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly followed, running alongside the veteran, and loudly asked, "Brother, don't you think that if this mess outside the city isn't cleared away, you soldiers will all be afraid?"

The veteran chuckled, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over Yang Zhuihui, and said, "The poisoned arrows of the Mongol Tatars are too deadly. We can't easily go out; we're always in danger of being shot. For the safety of the soldiers, we'd rather do it this way. As long as the people can't see it, it's fine!"

The veteran's words made Yang Zhuihui think. Regardless of ancient or modern times, whether in the West or the East, no emperor's rule can be perfect. To ensure that the people, who could be overthrown, could live in peace, a certain degree of deception is unavoidable. Inside the city, Yang Zhuihui had always thought it was quite peaceful. He hadn't expected that once he stepped outside the west gate, he would realize that a wall separated life and death, and he couldn't help but feel compassion for the war spirits buried on the battlefield.

“Young man, we’ve entered the range of Tatar poison arrows. Be careful.”

No sooner had he spoken than several arrows whizzed past them, narrowly missing Yang Zhuihui’s arm.

“Damn it!”

Yang Zhuihui cursed.

“Heh, I’m used to it.”

The old soldier remained calm, continuing to steadily control the reins.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were five arrow attacks, but both Yang Zhuihui and the old soldier were lucky enough to escape unscathed.

Entering a shady path, the old soldier told Yang Zhuihui to be more alert, and they both lowered their bodies, keeping close to their horses’ backs.

“Whoosh!”

An arrow unexpectedly shot out from the dense forest, striking the old soldier’s horse.

“Hiss!”

With a scream from the horse, the old soldier was thrown several feet away, rolling several times on the ground. He quickly scrambled to his feet and drew his sword, his heavy armor gleaming coldly.

“Get on!”

Yang Zhuihui held out his hand.

Just as the veteran grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand, a flying arrow shot out strangely, piercing his heart, and blood splattered on the dry ground.

Yang Zhuihui, his face contorted with rage, tried to pull the old soldier up, but the old soldier let go of his hand, and the two passed each other.

The old soldier slowly turned around, his eyes rolling back, and roared, "Sanyuanbo is just over a mile ahead! We must rescue Marshal Xu!"

"Giddy up!"

Yang Zhuihui raised his whip and lashed it hard, the pained horse quickening its pace.

After Yang Zhuihui left, several Mongol Tatar archers leaped out of the bushes and stabbed the old soldier twice in the chest, whistling several times towards the sky after confirming he was completely dead.

Yang Zhuihui, filled with righteous indignation, shouted, "I will definitely execute you all!"

Accustomed to a life of ease, Yang Zhuihui finally realized that he would not only possess beauties, but also seize control of the fragmented territory!

Arriving at Sanyuanbo, Yang Zhuihui did not see Guo Jing. Leaping off his horse, Yang Zhuihui saw a trail of blood extending into the grass. Ignoring whether it was a trap, he drew the sword Guo Fu had given him and ran into the grass.

Following the blood trail for a while, Yang Zhuihui arrived at a hillside. Below the hill was a stream. On the opposite bank, Guo Jing was surrounded by dozens of Tatar soldiers, but instead of attacking, they widened the encirclement. A lama wielding a golden pestle was confronting Guo Jing. Judging from his attire and simple-minded appearance, he was likely Lama Darba, whom Yang Zhuihui had kindly rescued once.

Rushing down now would only make him a sitting duck. He possessed powerful internal energy, but his fighting style was limited, and with Darba, a barbarian, on the other side, Yang Zhuihui began to worry about his situation.

"My Great Khan has already offered you amnesty. As long as you surrender, my Great Khan will spare your life. If you can help the army capture Dushi City, my Great Khan will even bestow upon you the title of Duke of Zhenguo!"

The thick-browed, large-eared Darba struck the ground with his Nine Heavens Golden Pestle, causing several cracks to appear in the dry earth, demonstrating his true divine strength!

Guo Jing clutched his chest and cried out, "I, Guo Jing, am but a warrior; death is nothing to me. Only a true hero values righteousness, and you are utterly unworthy of being called a hero!"

He had a poisoned arrow embedded in his thigh, which he hadn't yet removed.

Darba angrily retorted, "I, Darba, have lived in Nurbato since childhood! My Great Khan has taken good care of me! Don't try to sow discord between us!"

"Heh, just kill me already. I will never surrender."

Guo Jing spoke as if seeking death, but his gaze was incredibly sharp. He had already begun gathering his true energy in his dantian, preparing for a final strike. Even if he were to die on the battlefield, he would personally kill several Mongol Tatars!

"Kill him!"

Darba shouted.

"Kill!"

The Tatar soldiers raised their scimitars and charged towards Guo Jing.

Guo Jing forcefully unleashed his true energy, a wave of energy rippled outwards, and two angry dragons shot out from his body, their claws striking each of the nearby Tatar soldiers.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by screams of agony, the Tatar soldiers were thrown back like eggs hitting a rock, their meridians severely damaged.

Standing on the outer edge of the attack, Darba easily deflected the palm energy aimed at him and raised the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle, howling as he thrust it towards the defenseless Guo Jing.

Guo Jing caught the head of the pestle with his tiger's mouth, intending to suppress Darba's attack, but Darba's divine strength was astonishing. Guo Jing could not block this pestle strike, which did not even use internal force. He was forced backward, his blood and qi in disarray, leaving a slippery trail on the ground.

With a "whoosh," Guo Jing deflected the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle, almost falling, but instead leaned against a tree, causing the tree's green leaves to flutter.

"Stop!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted and leaped into the air, landing steadily between Guo Jing and Darba, arms outstretched, coldly staring at Darba.

Chapter 41, Rescuing Guo Jing

. Darba had met Yang Guo once before and mistook Yang Zhuihui for him, asking, "Yang Guo, what do you mean by this?"

"It's simple, I want you to let him go."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui began to break out in a cold sweat.

"What a joke! You think you can rescue Guo Jing just by thinking you can ignore me, Darba!"

Darba brandished his Nine Heavens Golden Pestle.

"I'll ask you a few questions, and after you answer them, we'll talk about whether I can take Guo Jing away."

"Ask!"

"I once healed your injuries, didn't I?"

"Yes."

The simple-minded Darba answered without thinking.

"Then am I your savior?"

Darba hesitated for a moment, but still blurted out, "Yes."

"A life for a life, even if you're a lama, you should know this, right? Of course, if you say you won't kill, I'll be even happier!"

"A life for a life..."

Darba was silent for a moment, but still nodded.

"Now you want to kill Guo Jing, and I want to save him. How about exchanging your life for Guo Jing's?"

Yang Zhuihui's heart was pounding in his throat.

"But I'm alive! Why should I exchange my life for Guo Jing's?"

Darba shouted.

"Tsk tsk, I told you you're stupid. Didn't I just say? I saved you before. Now I'm exchanging the life I once saved for the life of Guo Jing, whom you're about to kill. Isn't that a very simple principle?"

Yang Zhuihui laughed loudly, outwardly calm but inwardly uneasy.

"What you said seems to make sense. Exchanging my life for Guo Jing's."

Darba, who was several times slower-witted than Guo Jing, actually nodded in agreement with Yang Zhuihui's point of view.

"Well, since you agree, I'll take Guo Jing away."

Yang Zhuihui bent down, letting Guo Jing put his arm around his shoulder.

"Master, you can't let Guo Jing go! We finally got this opportunity. If you let him go, how will you explain to the Great Khan!"

a panting Tatar soldier shouted.

"Clang!"

The Nine Heavens Golden Pestle struck his chest heavily, spurting out a spurt of blood. The Tatar soldier fell backward to the ground, twitching for a moment before dying.

"I, Darba, am not an ungrateful person. Yang Guo, I'll let you go this time, but if I see you or Guo Jing again, I, Darba, will definitely take action!"

He put away the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle and slammed it on the ground. The Tatar soldiers who were about to hand out books swallowed their words.

"I hope we won't meet again."

Yang Zhuihui smiled, hoisted Guo Jing across the river, and laboriously climbed up the hillside, finally reaching Sanyuanbo after passing through the grass.

"Uncle Guo, let me help you onto your horse,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

"Don't rush, I need to treat the wound. If we delay, I'll lose this leg."

Guo Jing gestured for Yang Zhuihui to put him down and press on the wound. He gritted his teeth, snapped the arrow that had pierced his thigh, and forcefully pulled out the poisoned arrow. This tough man only sweated, not cried, but the excruciating pain was something Yang Zhuihui couldn't comprehend. But surely no woman has ever had her virginity defiled like this?

"Guo'er, help me apply some wound medicine."

Guo Jing's lips were almost bleeding from biting them.

Taking the medicine, looking at the bloody wound, Yang Zhuihui comforted him, "Uncle Guo, bear with it, it might hurt a little."

The medicine bottle was inverted, the powder pouring down and landing entirely on the wound.

"Ah!"

Guo Jing roared in pain, his whole body trembling.

Seeing the wound so close to his genitals, Yang Zhuihui had a wicked thought. How he wished that Guo Jing would lose his sexual function after his recovery!

After a short rest, Guo Jing said, "Guo'er, it seems your aunt wasn't wrong about me. Help me back; we can't stay here any longer."

"Guo'er was only doing what little he could."

With great effort, Yang Zhuihui helped Guo Jing mount his horse, then had Guo Jing hold onto his waist as they galloped back the way they came.

As they approached the spot where the old soldier had fallen, Yang Zhuihui whipped his horse harder, flashing past like a whirlwind. The Tatar soldiers, who had been hiding in the bushes preparing to hunt down the Ming soldiers, could only watch as Yang Zhuihui disappeared like the wind.

"Marshal Guo is back!"

the soldiers guarding the city shouted.

The soldiers pushed open the city gate, and Yang Zhuihui didn't dare to stop for a moment. He continued to whip his horse and galloped towards the general's mansion, his face cold and stern. This attracted longing glances from young girls all over the street, and even quite a few middle-aged women. It seemed Yang Zhuihui was destined to be a womanizer for life.

Before even reaching the General's Mansion, Yang Zhuihui saw a large crowd gathered at the gate. Huang Rong and Guo Fu stood at the front, followed by Gongsun Lü'e. As for Wu Dunru, Wu Xiuwen, and the guards and servants, Yang Zhuihui paid them no heed.

He jumped to the ground, supporting the dazed Guo Jing, and two guards hurriedly escorted him into the mansion.

"Guo'er, thank you for your hard work. If Fu'er had told me earlier that Brother Jing was in trouble, I would have gone with you,"

Huang Rong said.

"Aunt Guo, you're not feeling well, you should rest. Leave the errands to me. Hehe, go check on his injuries,"

Yang Zhuihui urged.

"I'll take you to settle that tonight,"

Huang Rong said before going inside.

"Settle what?"

Guo Fu asked Yang Zhuihui hurriedly. Yang Zhuihui beckoned to her. Guo Fu, curious about the secret, leaned closer.

"Settle your wedding banquet. Your mother said she wants to betroth you to me, and I will treat you well,"

Yang Zhuihui breathed.

"Marry you off, my foot!"

Guo Fu, who had intended to thank Yang Zhuihui for saving her father, was so angered by his teasing that she ran inside.

"Hey, don't you want your sword anymore?"

Yang Zhuihui called out.

"Give it to me!"

Guo Fu stopped.

Yang Zhuihui casually tossed the sword to Guo Fu and then stared blankly as she ran inside.

"If anything happens to Miss Guo, my brother and I will never forgive you!"

Wu Dunru shouted, like a dog that barks but doesn't bite.

"Wait until you're as cool as me before you say that. Instead of arguing with me, I suggest you go see Guo Jing. Maybe, possibly, perhaps… one of you will become his prospective son-in-law,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen's faces turned ashen, and after glaring at Yang Zhuihui several times, they caught up with Guo Fu.

"I've slept with your mothers, so I'm your father!"

Yang Zhuihui was too lazy to pay them any attention. He knew Guo Fu would never be interested in them anyway. As for himself? Perhaps he had acted too lewdly in his first appearance, otherwise Guo Fu would have been in his hands long ago! Thinking that Huang Rong was going to take him to solve his physiological needs tonight, Yang Zhuihui's interest grew even stronger.

Guo Jing's life or death was none of his concern. It would be best if he died, since he had already saved him. If Guo Jing died, it would be much easier for Yang Zhuihui to conquer Huang Rong's fortress. After losing her husband, she would become very vulnerable in every way, and she would become very lonely, hoping that something would be inserted into her body—not a dagger, but a man's penis!

All of the above could only be enjoyed after Guo Jing went to the Western Paradise; otherwise, it would all be just wishful thinking. Did Yang Zhuihui want Guo Jing dead? Absolutely! But he didn't want to defile his hands.

"Brother Yang, you are really amazing! You actually managed to save Uncle Guo!"

Gongsun Lü'e exclaimed excitedly, her face full of admiration.

"Are you rested enough?"

"Yes! As soon as I heard that Brother Yang went to rescue Uncle Guo, I couldn't sleep at all. I was afraid something might happen to you,"

Gongsun Lü'e replied.

"How could anything happen to me!"

Yang Zhuihui walked inside and continued, "I'll take you to see my two sisters."

"Sister?"

Gongsun Lü'e asked in confusion, then followed Yang Zhuihui.

Leading Gongsun Lü'e into Xiaoyue and Shile's room, they heard noises behind the screen. Presumably, the two beautiful mermaids were still in the water, Yang Zhuihui told Gongsun Lü'e to sit on the bed and rest, while he went behind the screen.

He saw Xiaoyue and Shile leaning against each other, seemingly asleep, their phoenix eyes slightly closed, their eyebrows twitching, their smiles as sweet as honey, especially adorable. He had intended to tease them to soothe his aroused lust, but with Gongsun Lü'e present, Yang Zhuihui could only approach them and whisper, "My two beauties, it's time to get up."

Shile opened her eyes first, yawned, and said lazily, "Husband, let me sleep a little longer, I'm still a little sleepy."

"Young Master Yang, could you please get me a towel?"

The diligent Xiaoyue tried to get up.

Yang Zhuihui handed the towel to Xiaoyue, who turned her back to him and began wiping every corner of her body. Her face was flushed, and the thought of Yang Zhuihui staring at her made her heart race. Especially when her nipples stood erect under the towel, Xiaoyue looked like she was drunk, shy and adorable.

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Xiaoyue's snowy buttocks and said to Shi Le, "Lele, if you don't get up, I'll go get a torch, boil the water, and turn you into fish soup!" Forced

by Yang Zhuihui, Shi Le had no choice but to stand up dejectedly, making no attempt to conceal her large breasts and vulva. Facing Yang Zhuihui directly, she stepped out of the wooden tub, her snowy buttocks pressing against it, her legs spread, revealing her vulva. Her two pink labia seemed to be kissing like new buds, as if waiting for Yang Zhuihui to explore them.

"Husband, it's been so long since we've done this. Please satisfy me just this once, okay? If you don't, I won't have the strength to walk anymore. You know I'm a mermaid, I need your nourishment."

As she spoke, Shi Le very proactively parted her plump labia, revealing the glistening, adorned flesh inside. The flesh opened and closed, seemingly inviting Yang Zhuihui to come in.

Yang Zhuihui made a shushing gesture and whispered, "There's another one outside. Keep your voice down. I'll satisfy you when we're in a safe place. Be good, listen to me."

Shi Le sniffed, catching Gongsun Lü'e's fragrance, and smiled faintly, saying, "I thought she was dead!"

"Lucky you, you're lucky."

Yang Zhuihui shrugged, gesturing for them to quickly dry themselves and get dressed, then he went out first.

Seeing that Gongsun Lü'e kept her head down, Yang Zhuihui became suspicious and asked, "Lü'e, what's wrong?"

Hearing Xiaoyue and Shile's voices, Gongsun Lü'e, recalling the scene of Yang Zhuihui and Shile's intercourse, naturally felt a little shy, shook her head, and said, "I was just thinking about some things, I'm sorry to have worried you, Brother Yang."

"You're so polite, hehe."

Sitting next to Gongsun Lü'e, Yang Zhuihui said, "I might have to go out with them in a little while, I'll be back tomorrow or the day after, could you stay at the General's Mansion for now?"

Yang Zhuihui dared not take Gongsun Lü'e to Jingyue Lake. He had already become close with Wu Sanniang, Ling Ji Shenni, Xiaoyue, and Shile, and could make love whenever and wherever he wanted. If Gongsun Lü'e went to Jingyue Lake with him, he could only make love while Gongsun Lü'e was asleep, or go to the dense forest for a wild encounter.

"Can't I come along?"

Gongsun Lü'e was disappointed, seemingly believing that everything Yang Zhuihui had told her in the Ghost Cave had gone in one ear and out the other, completely forgetting it.

"It's about going back to the Ghost Cave. Going in is very troublesome. We need to have the Divine Eagle throw us into the whirlpool, and we'll have to use all our strength to get in. So I don't want you to come with me on this adventure, understand? I'm going to the Ghost Cave with them to find something very important. Once I find it, I'll come back immediately."

Yang Zhuihui casually pinched Gongsun Lü'e's cheek; it was smooth and incredibly elastic.

Chapter 42, Third Sister! I'm here!

Gongsun Lü'e was originally a very intelligent young girl, but she was completely captivated by Yang Zhuihui. Of course, she believed him without a doubt when he said this, nodding and saying, "Then Lü'e will wait here for Brother Yang to come back. Brother Yang, after you come back, no matter where you go, you have to take me with you, okay? I really don't want to be separated from you, and you promised me..." Gongsun

Lü'e's voice grew softer and softer until finally her head rested on Yang Zhuihui's shoulder.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to embrace Gongsun Lü'e, Shi Le and Xiao Yue, already dressed, came out. Gongsun Lü'e, startled, shuffled several times like a frightened rabbit. Meeting Shi Le's indifferent gaze, Gongsun Lü'e became even more shy. Stealing a few glances at them, she felt that the two women looked even more alluring after being covered by their clothes. The girl in red was graceful and charming, while the girl in purple was pure and beautiful. Standing together, they were like a ball of fire and a block of ice, each with their own unique charm!

With the three women together, Yang Zhuihui didn't know where to begin.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up and said, "Actually, Xiao Yue, Shi Le, and Lü'e have all met before, but we haven't formally greeted each other. Let me introduce you. The one sitting by the bed is Gongsun Lü'e, my confidante. You two will have many days together in the future, so remember to cultivate your relationship."

"I can't cultivate a relationship with her unless you, my husband, lie between us and act as our intermediary,"

Shi Le joked.

"Lele, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll leave you to bake in the sun all day and turn you into a dried fish!"

Yang Zhuihui threatened.

Shi Le pretended to be scared and whispered, "Lele won't dare."

After a pause, she added, "Husband, your nickname for Shi Le is so strange. Can you please stop calling me Lele? It sounds like a little animal. Just call me Shi Le."

"Hmm, you think Shi Le sounds nice, so I'll call you Shi Le from now on."

Yang Zhuihui pointed to Xiaoyue, "That's Xiaoyue, a girl with a kind heart like yours. You two can communicate more in the future. Shi Le has a bit of a mischievous streak, so you'd better be careful."

"Hey, you bad husband, who are you calling mischievous!"

Shi Le ran over angrily and punched Yang Zhuihui in the chest twice.

"Alright, alright, I'm your naughty husband, okay? Hehe, seriously, we'll go back to the Ghost Cave later, bring back what we need, and then make our next plans."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui gave Shi Le and Xiao Yue several meaningful glances.

"Young Master Yang, we..."

Xiao Yue wanted to speak, but seeing Yang Zhuihui's strange expression, she stopped and simply nodded slightly in agreement.

"Little Sister Lü'e, Brother Yang will be separated from you for a day or two. Remember to take good care of yourself. When you come back, let me hug you. If you've become lighter, I'll punish you!"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"You don't know how heavy I am!"

As soon as Gongsun Lü'e finished speaking, the cunning Yang Zhuihui seized the opportunity and directly hugged Gongsun Lü'e, lifting her up.

"Ah!"

Gongsun Lü'e exclaimed in surprise, startled by Yang Zhuihui's intimate gesture.

Besides measuring her weight, he also took the opportunity to grope her several times. Her breasts, firm and elastic, pressed against his cheeks, and her buttocks were pert and shapely. With such intimate contact, Yang Zhuihui almost didn't want to put Gongsun Lü'e down.

"Brother Yang, there are people here, don't do this!"

Gongsun Lü'e complained.

Shi Le laughed and said, "Sister Lü'e, we two sisters are mermaids, not considered human, so you can continue, we don't mind."

Gongsun Lü'e became even more shy, biting Yang Zhuihui's shoulder before he finally put her down.

"Brother Yang has memorized your weight. I'll come back in a couple of days and carry you again. If you're too light, I'll not only fatten you up, I'll kill you! Be careful!"

Yang Zhuihui pinched Gongsun Lü'e's cheek again, seemingly finding it amusing.

"Okay, okay, I know,"

Gongsun Lü'e complained.

After saying goodbye to Gongsun Lü'e, Yang Zhuihui didn't leave the General's Mansion immediately. Instead, he kindly went to Guo Jing's room to find out how the poison treatment was going.

"Wait for me here,"

Yang Zhuihui instructed Xiaoyue and Shi Lesheng, then quickened his pace.

Reaching Guo Jing's room, he saw the door was ajar and peeked inside: Guo Jing lay on the bed covered with a sheet, Huang Rong stood beside him, and a doctor was performing acupuncture on him.

(I really hope you'll be bedridden forever! Huang Rong is mine!)

Yang Zhuihui glared fiercely at Guo Jing. Seeing the doctor shake his head, give Huang Rong a few words of advice, and then get up to leave, Yang Zhuihui quickly stepped aside.

The doctor hadn't gone far when Yang Zhuihui caught up and asked, "Doctor, how is my uncle's condition?"

The doctor glanced at Yang Zhuihui, recognizing him as Yang Guo who had saved Guo Jing, and said, "His life has been saved, but his physiological functions may be affected."

"In what way?"

Yang Zhuihui immediately became interested.

"To have children."

The doctor shook his head even more violently, sighing, "I don't know what sins Guo Jing committed in his past life to suffer such a fate. I'm powerless to help him; I can only go back and get a scalpel."

"Cut it?"

Yang Zhuihui became even more curious.

"Heaven knows."

The doctor quickened his pace and left, seemingly unwilling to say more to Yang Zhuihui.

"Looks like he can't be a man anymore, he'll have to be a eunuch. If word gets out that his penis has been cut off, the Ming army's morale will probably be greatly affected."

With a faint smile, Yang Zhuihui walked through the side door to meet Xiaoyue and Shile.

He encountered Bilan on the way and asked her to pass a message to Huang Rong, saying he would be leaving for a day or two. Remembering Huang Rong's promise to take him to relieve his physical needs that night, Yang Zhuihui was somewhat reluctant to leave. But after being trapped in the Ghost Cave for so many days, Wu Sanniang and the South Sea Divine Nun must be very anxious, right? Yang Zhuihui still needed to go back and satisfy Wu Sanniang; she was absolutely sexually frustrated

! After the three sisters met, they rode the divine eagle towards Jingyue Lake, heading towards Jingtian Peak. Recalling the attack on their master, Yang Zhuihui thought to himself, "Ouyang Feng, you will be the first of the Five Immortals to die!"

Before their divine eagle even landed in front of the wooden house by Jingyue Lake, Wu Sanniang, having heard the birdsong, was already waiting outside. Confirming that Yang Zhuihui was on the eagle, Wu Sanniang was so excited she almost cried. Absence makes the heart grow fonder; she truly understood this, perhaps because Yang Zhuihui had given her so many climaxes before.

When the eagle landed, Yang Zhuihui was stunned by Wu Sanniang's current attire.

She wore a light blue, double-breasted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), without a bodice. Because of her full breasts, the ruqun was only tied in a knot below her breasts, revealing her flesh above the knot and a deep cleavage. Below the knot, her lower abdomen was flat and smooth as snow, her navel particularly adorable. A purple-red jade sash adorned her waist, adding to her charm. A few strands of hair fell gently along the contours of her face, and two bright pearl earrings swayed in the breeze. The six-inch wooden hairpin securing her hair was the perfect finishing touch!

Seeing two more women behind Yang Zhuihui, Wu Sanniang hesitated for a moment, even abandoning the thought of embracing him. Instead, Yang Zhuihui proactively stepped forward and embraced her, murmuring, "Sanniang, I'm back."

Wu Sanniang trembled, stroking Yang Zhuihui's face, which seemed to have matured considerably, and asked, "Why were you gone for so long?"

"I encountered an accident. I'll tell you and Master in detail when we get back to the house. Let me introduce Xiaoyue and Shile to you."

Yang Zhuihui then introduced Xiaoyue and Shile, inviting all three into the house. The South Sea Divine Nun, still resting on the bed, nodded, seemingly very satisfied, upon seeing the two beautiful women Yang Zhuihui had brought.

The room, originally belonging to Wu Sanniang alone, now felt a bit cramped with four more people.

Xiaoyue and Shile kept gazing at the clear lake water outside, seemingly longing to play in it. Seeing their expressions, Yang Zhuihui said, "There's a Celestial Blood Dragon Fish at the bottom of the lake. If you go down, it will whistle you until not even bones are left."

Knowing the Celestial Blood Dragon Fish was dormant, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to threaten the busty sisters to ensure the best effect of his speech.

"Disciple, tell your master where you've been these past few days,"

the South Sea Divine Nun said softly.

"Okay."

Yang Zhuihui sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at the outline of his master's jade-like breasts that rose and fell slightly with each breath, and then recounted his experiences of the past few days to the South Sea Divine Nun.

Knowing that Yang Zhuihui had torn up the fake true scripture, entered the Ghost Cave, and taken in the mermaid sisters, the South Sea Divine Nun felt a mixture of joy and sorrow. She was happy that Yang Zhuihui had gained two women with such special physiques, which would probably be more beneficial for cultivating the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon; she was sad because Ouyang Feng was likely already cultivating the Nine Yin Manual. Given time, even Yang Zhuihui might not be his match. How could the Lingxiao Sect then enter the Central Plains, and how could Yang Zhuihui control the martial arts world and integrate into the imperial court?

The South Sea Divine Nun's breathing became heavy. She glanced at Yang Zhuihui and, seeing his calm demeanor, asked, "Disciple, seeing how composed you are, do you have a strategy?"

"Actually, it's not a strategy. I'm just certain that the only way now is to find Ouyang Feng and retrieve the true scripture. Any further delays, and I'm afraid Master's hopes won't be fulfilled. He's currently in Qiongzhou, which should be quite close to Ruoxian Island. Searching for Ouyang Feng while heading to Ruoxian Island is a very worthwhile approach,"

Yang Zhuihui analyzed.

“That’s all we can do.”

After a pause, the South Sea Divine Nun asked, “Have you been practicing the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon these past few days? What form are you at?”

Yang Zhuihui stuck out his tongue and said, “After falling into the Ghost Cave, I was almost drained dry by Shi Le. I couldn’t concentrate on practicing at all. I’m afraid I’ll go into qi deviation if I force myself to practice the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon.”

The South Sea Divine Nun tapped Yang Zhuihui’s forehead and smiled faintly, saying, “Third Sister has been waiting for you for many days. Last night, when I was falling asleep, I heard Third Sister telling you to hurry up and go in, because she’s going to practice the second form!”

“Master, don’t talk nonsense!”

Wu Third Sister hurriedly said, not daring to look Yang Zhuihui in the eye, so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

“Third Sister has a body of famous acupoints, so it’s normal for her to be eager for the Lustful Dragon to enter. After we finish discussing business, I’ll practice with her.”

Yang Zhuihui chuckled lewdly.

“What about these two ladies?”

the South Sea Divine Nun asked.

"Together!"

"Together?"

The South Sea Divine Nun was startled. She touched Yang Zhuihui's forehead and laughed, "It seems that with the venom of the Lustful Scorpion in your body and the infusion of the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon, you will become a dragon among men. I look forward to the day you ascend the throne, hehe."

"That day, Master will be my woman!"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled mischievously.

The South Sea Divine Nun's smile faded. She said, "The world is dangerous. You can't see things clearly with just two eyes. No matter who it is, remember to be wary. If you perish before you can ascend the throne, Master will be very disappointed."

"I understand."

Yang Zhuihui nodded and asked, "Shall I send Master to the Ancient Tomb in the next few days?"

This was something that had been discussed long ago, but the South Sea Divine Nun shook her head and said, "After so much recuperation, Master's body has almost recovered. With the help of Third Sister, you have recuperated underwater many times. Except for not being able to regain your former strength, Master's body is already healed. There's no need for such trouble."

Chapter 43, Cultivating the Second Form of the Lustful Dragon

"Really?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Indeed, how could your master lie to you? Your master will wait until the day you ascend the throne, understand?"

the South Sea Divine Nun said gently.

"Alright, then I won't go to the ancient tomb. Tomorrow I'll return to Dushi City and discuss the matter of going to Qiongzhou with them. After finalizing it, I'll go there directly. Perhaps I won't see my master for some time."

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui suggested, "Why don't you come with me, master?"

"No, if they see me, it will affect my future, and it might even bring bloodshed to your master. You can't withstand the Five Immortals yet. You can take Third Sister with you, understand?"

the South Sea Divine Nun said earnestly.

"I'm very worried about leaving my master here alone."

"This place is dangerous, and no one has set foot here for over ten years. You can go and search for the true scripture with peace of mind. Remember, it's better to destroy it than to fall into their hands. If there's really no other way, just let Ouyang Feng cultivate the true scripture, understand?"

Yang Zhuihui felt that his master didn't trust him at all. He only possessed 50% of his master's internal strength but had no external skills. It was normal for his master to think this way, wasn't it? Yang Zhuihui suddenly felt the atmosphere was a bit oppressive. He exhaled a breath of hot air and said, "Master, I will do my best and get out unscathed."

"Hmm, Master believes in you."

The South Sea Divine Nun nodded.

After chatting for a while, Xiaoyue and Shile still couldn't resist the urge to go into the lake. Having heard that the South Sea Divine Nun had gone into the water, they wanted to play even more. Unable to dissuade them, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to agree to let them go into the water.

The four of them walked out of the house, and the mermaid sisters, who were already eager to try, began to take off their clothes.

Shile was very efficient, and in a few moments, she was standing there naked. Xiaoyue, however, seemed much more shy and didn't want to take off her bra and thong. Shile, the very proactive older sister, slipped behind her and unhooked her bra.

"Ah!"

Xiaoyue exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly grabbed her bra, which was about to fall to the ground. During this time, Shile had already squatted down, pulled her thong down to her calves, and made Xiaoyue lift her feet.

"Sister, don't do this again."

Xiaoyue said shyly.

"Who told you to be so slow!"

Shi Le threw down Xiao Yue's thong.

After the mermaid sisters were completely naked, Shi Le jumped into the water first, her legs together, her tail transformed, her large breasts floating on the surface. She called out, "Xiao Yue, come on in, the water's a bit warm, but it's very comfortable!"

Xiao Yue was a little timid, but under Shi Le's enticement, she jumped into the water anyway, and the two began to frolic in the lake.

"What are they wearing?"

Wu San Niang asked softly, filled with curiosity about bras and thongs, having never worn them before.

"I made them, do you believe me?"

Yang Zhuihui flashed a bright smile.

Wu Sanniang, holding onto Yang Zhuihui's arm, nodded, seemingly believing everything he said.

"When I have the materials, I'll make you a set too."

Yang Zhuihui was imagining his woman in a bra and thong, his mouth practically watering, his erection throbbing softly.

"Have you seen Titanic?"

Yang Zhuihui suddenly asked.

Wu Sanniang shook her head.

If Wu Sanniang, living in the Ming Dynasty, had seen Titanic, director Cameron would probably be so happy he'd settle on Pandora.

"It's a very moving movie."

Considering Wu Sanniang hadn't seen it, Yang Zhuihui changed his approach, "It's like a puppet show. A man and a woman stand on the side of a ship, the woman with her arms outstretched to the wind, and the man hugging her from behind. Let's demonstrate it, shall we?"

Wu Sanniang, unaware that Yang Zhuihui had set a trap for her, nodded without any suspicion.

Yang Zhuihui embraced Wu Sanniang from behind, smelling the fragrance emanating from her body

. He asked, "What did you use to wash yourself?" "A kind of herb, I don't know its name, but it cleans very well and leaves a pleasant scent,"

Wu Sanniang murmured, watching the busty sisters playing happily in the water.

"It's a bit like lavender,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled calmly, slowly unbuttoning his trousers. His long pants reached his knees, and his erect penis stared at Wu Sanniang's unsuspecting triangle.

"What's lavender?"

Wu Sanniang asked.

"Never mind what lavender is, let's continue our dual cultivation."

Yang Zhuihui kissed Wu Sanniang's bare shoulder and began to grope her genitals, lifting her thin skirt and running his hand along her waist towards her vulva. Her underpants were already a little wet. Yang Zhuihui knew that Wu Sanniang had been waiting for this for a long time, and he didn't bother with gentlemanly manners anymore, immediately slipping his hand inside her underpants.

A slightly cool hand caressed her extremely sensitive labia, and Wu Sanniang began to moan softly. Her legs instinctively closed, but she couldn't stop Yang Zhuihui's caresses, so she could only lean against him and close her eyes to enjoy it.

As the fingers swallowed by her flesh slid faster, Wu Sanniang's body became weaker and weaker, and she could hardly stand.

"Do you still remember the incantation for the Second Form of the Lustful Dragon?"

Yang Zhuihui whispered in her ear.

"Um... I... I remember..."

Wu Sanniang gasped and answered with difficulty, "When the Lustful Dragon enters the cave, it is necessary to seal the three major acupoints of Siman, Guanyuan, and Qugu. When both parties reach their peak at the same time, the acupoints are released to fully absorb the essence of intercourse before withdrawing from the vagina."

"Hmm, so I'm going to seal your acupoints now. When I thrust in and out, you may feel very full inside, like it's about to explode, so you have to bear it."

Yang Zhuihui said lewdly.

"Mmm!"

To master the Second Form of the Lustful Dragon—the Roar of the Lustful Dragon—Wu Sanniang was willing to endure anything!

"Sister, look over there."

Xiaoyue, emerging from the water, pointed at the two who were in the foreplay stage.

Shile smiled faintly and said, "It seems my husband is about to start, we can only watch."

The two fish tails slapped against the lake water, and the sunlight shone on their bodies, making every inch of their skin glow, like the skin of a newborn baby girl, delicate and flawless. The lake water added to their liveliness, and with the reflection of their colorful fish scales, their appearance was even closer to that of fairies. Shile, however, was a mermaid with a strong sex drive, while Xiaoyue seemed like a fairy who had transcended the mortal realm, and did not have much need for sex, or perhaps she dared not take the initiative to ask.

Kissing Wu Sanniang's neck, he kneaded her breasts with his left hand, while his right hand slowly and deliberately pulled down her underpants.

When the underpants were pulled down to her ankles, her vulva was completely exposed to Xiaoyue and Shile's eyes. The two big-breasted sisters opened their mouths wide, looking extremely surprised.

"Sister, why is she different from us?"

Xiaoyue asked in surprise.

Shi Le stared at Wu San Niang's labia being played with by Yang Zhuihui, seemingly puzzled by the thick black pubic hair. In their minds, women, except for hair on their heads, wouldn't have such abundant hair anywhere else, so her surprise wasn't surprising.

After watching for a while, seeing Yang Zhuihui's head already pressing against the entrance of Wu San Niang's vagina and slowly squeezing in, Shi Le said, "Perhaps this is the biggest difference between humans and mermaids. Actually, I think hairless is better, at least it's easier to clean."

With a smug look, Shi Le pulled Xiao Yue's hand and submerged in the water.

After sealing the three major acupoints on Wu San Niang's lower abdomen, Yang Zhuihui's penis began to slowly squeeze into Wu San Niang's somewhat narrow vagina, swimming towards the clitoris.

"Ugh..."

With a forceful thrust, the penis roared as it reached Wu San Niang's clitoris, still showing signs of penetrating deeper. Yang Zhuihui kept his penis inside Wu Sanniang's honeyed orifice, feeling the pleasure from the contractions of her vaginal muscles. His left hand still pinched Wu Sanniang's breasts, while his right hand gently pinched her protruding clitoris, constantly stimulating her sexual desire.

At first, some vaginal fluid slowly flowed from their point of contact, but then not a drop flowed out. The three major acupoints were sealed, and all the vaginal fluid was concentrated at the center of her vulva, which tightly locked onto Yang Zhuihui's glans, preventing a single drop from flowing out.

"How do you feel now?"

Yang Zhuihui's hand circled on Wu Sanniang's breasts.

"Husband... I... I feel like I'm blocked inside... It's so full... I feel like I need to pee..."

Wu Sanniang said truthfully.

Although Yang Zhuihui didn't understand the power of acupoints, he grasped the general idea from the second technique explained by San Niang. Sealing the acupoints caused the flower core to tighten, locking in the vaginal fluids and essence, preventing them from flowing out. When Wu San Niang climaxed, Yang Zhuihui also had to ejaculate, letting his semen mingle with the vaginal fluids and essence inside the flower core. Then, he would release Wu San Niang's acupoints, enjoying the gushing flood and enhancing their combined power!

Without further ado, Yang Zhuihui began thrusting. Just as his glans was about to slip out, he forcefully thrust into the flower core again, repeating this process. Previously, during intense intercourse, a continuous flow of vaginal fluids would gush out, but this time it was pitifully little. It seemed the final burst would be quite a spectacle.

"Ugh...ugh...husband...I can't stand...I can't stand anymore...uh...can't we lie down...San Niang can't take it...my stomach is so bloated...husband...San Niang...um...oh...I can't take it anymore..."

Wu San Niang groaned, her voice completely drowned out by the sounds of their genitals colliding.

Leaning against the bed, watching the two locked in a battle of lust, the South Sea Goddess exhaled hot breath and muttered to herself, "I will witness the growth of a generation of lecherous emperors. Almisa, compared to Xue Linglong, perhaps he will be even more masculine in the future?"

Yang Zhuihui joyfully fucked Wu Sanniang, while the busty sisters were getting closer and closer to the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish.

(Sister, what's that?)

Receiving Xiaoyue's telepathic message, Shile also began to notice the Immortal Blood Dragonfish coiled at the bottom of the lake.

(Let's go see!)

Shile grabbed Xiaoyue's hand, and the two of them vigorously swung their tails several times, landing in front of the Immortal Blood Dragonfish. Their tails transformed into long, slender legs, and the two began to observe the Immortal Blood Dragonfish as if they were in a zoo. Compared to it, the two of them seemed much smaller. Its whiskers swayed like seaweed. Xiaoyue wanted to grab it, but Shile held her hand, signaling her not to wake the monster, and pointed to the two rows of giant teeth still protruding from the Immortal Blood Dragonfish's jaws.

(Don't move! Be careful it opens its mouth and swallows you whole! Then how will you be with your beloved Yang Zhuihui!)

Xiaoyue stuck out her tongue, two wisps of bubbles rising from the corners of her lips. Confirming its aggressive nature, Shi Le dared not linger. Pointing upwards, they both pushed off the ground and swam towards the lake surface, their thighs transforming into fish tails.

Emerging from the water, Yang Zhuihui and Wu Sanniang were still copulating, their speed increasing. Wu Sanniang's breasts peeked out from between Yang Zhuihui's legs, flawless white, her nipples particularly prominent.

"If you lose it, remember to tell me,"

Yang Zhuihui said, vigorously thrusting into Wu Sanniang's honeypot, his hand stroking her lower abdomen. He could feel how hot and slowly swelling her abdomen was; it seemed that releasing her pressure points later would reveal a beautiful sight.

"Ugh... Husband... It's... It's almost there... But I'm so uncomfortable... Really... Husband... Can you please stop... I can't take it anymore..."

Wu Sanniang sobbed. She was experiencing both pleasure and pain. Her lower body was swollen and uncomfortable, and she felt like she was about to have an orgasm, but she hadn't truly reached it yet. This feeling of almost urinating made her very shy. She wanted Yang Zhuihui to continue thrusting into her, but she was also afraid that she would urinate.

After the lewd dragon thrust vigorously into Wu Sanniang's honey hole more than twenty times, Yang Zhuihui felt Wu Sanniang's honey hole begin to pulsate and hurriedly asked, "Are you about to lose it?"

Chapter 044, Doing and Watching

"Um... Um... Yes... Husband..."

Wu Sanniang nodded hurriedly.

Looking at Xiaoyue and Shile who were stunned, Yang Zhuihui, who had many mischievous ideas, suddenly laughed out loud and said, "You two swim over here."

"What?"

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's wicked smile, Shile hurriedly pulled Xiaoyue, who was about to swim over.

"If you don't come over, I won't enter your body anymore."

Yang Zhuihui threatened.

Threatened by Yang Zhuihui, Shi Le reluctantly swam with Xiao Yue to Yang Zhuihui's side. Looking up, they could see Wu Sanniang's labia, sometimes open, sometimes tightly sucking on his thick, long penis.

Yang Zhuihui pressed three points on Wu Sanniang's lower abdomen with his fingers, releasing her acupoints, and then thrust into her forcefully as if he had taken an aphrodisiac.

"Ah...ah...husband...coming...coming!"

Feeling a surge of heat rushing out from her flower core, Wu Sanniang screamed hysterically, her delicate body trembling even more violently.

"I'm coming too!"

Yang Zhuihui released his semen, which spurted into the torrent with a "plop, plop, plop" sound, flowing out with it.

Splat!

The mixture of vaginal fluid, vaginal fluid, and semen gushed out like a flood, a milky white rain spraying onto Xiao Yue and Shi Le's faces, breasts, and every inch of exposed skin.

Wu Sanniang cried out wildly, the torrent still gushing forth. Xiaoyue and Shile were so sprayed that they couldn't even open their eyes, and could only keep wiping the sticky substance from their faces.

During the release of the torrent, Yang Zhuihui held Wu Sanniang tightly, and could clearly feel a powerful internal force detaching from the torrent. Part of it flowed along his penis into his dantian, while the other part was absorbed by Wu Sanniang's uterus.

The harmonious union of the phoenix and the dragon, the symbiotic internal force, the mutual absorption—this was the essence of dual cultivation!

As the resonance gradually faded, Yang Zhuihui's limp penis slid out of Wu Sanniang's honeyed orifice. Although they didn't speak, they could clearly feel each other's emotions at that moment.

Opening her eyes to Yang Zhuihui and Wu Sanniang's genitals, Shi Le angrily exclaimed, "Husband! You bastard! How dare you defile my and Xiaoyue's bodies! I'll punish you properly!"

Yang Zhuihui glared at Shi Le and asked, "I sprayed my essence all over you, don't you think that's a favor?"

"Favor my foot!"

Shi Le angrily dove into the water to wash herself, and Xiaoyue followed suit.

When they surfaced, Yang Zhuihui instructed, "Shi Le, be good, help Sanniang wash, I'll reward you handsomely later."

"Let her come down."

Shi Le was a little reluctant, but felt that you had to pay the price to gain something, so her lecherous eyes were fixed on Yang Zhuihui's still unerect penis.

At Yang Zhuihui's instruction, Wu Sanniang removed her clothes, covering her breasts and slightly swollen vulva, and jumped into the water.

"Third Sister's body is very weak, please take good care of her."

Yang Zhuihui sat cross-legged, stretched contentedly, and began to regulate his breathing, not wanting to waste the internal energy he had painstakingly absorbed.

The internal energy absorbed through intercourse began to merge with Yang Zhuihui's own internal energy, creating a yin-yang balance that caused his body to fluctuate between hot and cold. Fortunately, Xue Linglong was there to suppress the colder, more yin-like internal energy, otherwise Yang Zhuihui would have been half ice-cold and half burning hot.

Because Wu Sanniang's body was weak after sex, Shi Le supported one of Wu Sanniang's arms and signaled Xiao Yue to begin washing Wu Sanniang's body, focusing on her honey hole, which had been penetrated by Yang Zhuihui's penis.

By the time Yang Zhuihui finished regulating his breathing, Wu Sanniang was almost completely washed, and had reached another climax under the onslaught of the large-breasted sisters' fingers, too ashamed to speak.

The three women went ashore, dried themselves, and began to dress.

Afterwards, Shi Le hugged Yang Zhuihui from behind, murmuring, "Husband, remember your promise."

"Did I mention a date?"

Yang Zhuihui retorted.

Shi Le knew she'd been tricked by Yang Zhuihui, and in frustration, bit his shoulder. Hearing his scream brought her some relief. Knowing Yang Zhuihui wasn't in the mood for intercourse, Shi Le gave up.

Back inside, the five began to chat.

After half an hour, the topic finally settled on whether Xiaoyue and Shi Le should practice their martial arts.

The South Sea Divine Nun, who had taken Xiaoyue and Shile's pulses, said, "You two have unique constitutions, very suitable for cultivating our sect's Seven-Spinning Sinking Fish Sword Technique."

Looking at Yang Zhuihui, the South Sea Divine Nun continued, "Disciple, when you arrive at Ruoxian Island, remember to have the four young masters of Lingxiao teach Xiaoyue and Shile the Seven-Spinning Sinking Fish Sword Technique. That sword technique was created by my master imitating a carp leaping over the dragon gate; its power is even greater when it encounters water. Now that the two young ladies have entrusted themselves to you, you should treat them well and let them cultivate the Seven-Spinning Sinking Fish Sword Technique. At least they can escape unscathed if they encounter an enemy, understand?"

"Yes, Master means you're taking the three of them to Ruoxian Island."

Hearing this, Wu Sanniang, who hadn't spoken until now, finally spoke up, saying, "Husband, I can't go."

"Why?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Sanniang, let's go together! It's so much fun for the three of us to bathe!"

Shile revealed an innocent smile, seemingly enjoying playing with Wu Sanniang's delicate body.

"No."

Wu Sanniang lowered her head, tugged at Yang Zhuihui's sleeve, and whispered, "Husband, you should know why."

Yang Zhuihui knew, of course. Wu Sanniang was afraid of being recognized. In the eyes of the martial arts world, Wu Sanniang should have been buried by the Night Demon Wu Santong long ago. How could she still be alive? Wu Sanniang was also afraid of encountering her two good-for-nothing sons, which would cause rumors that would not only affect Wu Sanniang but also implicate him.

But Wu Sanniang was a woman of exceptional talent and a master of dual cultivation. How could Yang Zhuihui let her stay here alone? He also had to consider his master's safety. After thinking for a long time, Yang Zhuihui finally came up with a compromise. He said, "Sanniang, you can come with me to Ruoxian Island. Just wear a hat to cover your face. As for Master, I will find a trustworthy person to protect her. I will make sure nothing happens to her."

"Master doesn't care,"

the South Sea Divine Nun smiled.

“Safety first, I can’t leave Master here alone. Alright, it’s settled then. Rest here for the night, and I’ll bring her to see Master tomorrow morning. She’ll take care of Master while I’m away from Jingyue Lake!”

“Who is she?”

Unable to resist Yang Zhuihui’s insistence, the South Sea Divine Nun had no choice but to ask.

“Gongsun Lü’e,”

Yang Zhuihui replied.

“Situ? From the Valley of Heartbreak?”

the South Sea Divine Nun asked.

“Yes, the daughter of Gongsun Zhi, the chieftain of the Valley of Heartbreak.”

“Gongsun Zhi’s reputation has always been terrible. Is his daughter trustworthy?”

“Absolutely! Master, don’t worry, her heart is always with me. She will definitely take good care of you.”

Yang Zhuihui nodded.

“I think I’m quite good at judging people. Then bring her to see me tomorrow.”

After confirming some important matters, their conversation became much lighter, and they even talked about pregnancy. Shi Le touched Wu San Niang’s belly and said she could feel the fetus growing strong. Wu San Niang, the one being teased, could only lower her head, as shy as a young girl about to be married.

As evening fell, Yang Zhuihui rode the Divine Eagle to buy some decent food. Knowing that Xiaoyue and Shile liked fish, he specially fried two golden grass carp for them. Wu Sanniang and her master didn't like anything too greasy, so Yang Zhuihui prepared bean sprouts and lotus seed soup for them. He bought a half-baked beggar's chicken for himself. Of course, fruit was a must after dinner—pomegranates, oranges, and avocados were essential.

The five of them sat, lay down, or stood, and continued chatting and eating fruit after finishing their dinner.

Night quietly fell, and their whispered conversations flew around like shooting stars in the sky. When they all felt sleepy, they found places to sleep and began to doze off. The South Sea Divine Nun and Wu Sanniang slept on the bed, while Xiaoyue and Shile, who were used to sleeping on the ground, simply lay down on the wooden planks outside the cabin. Yang Zhuihui sat cross-legged, which allowed him to rest well and also helped him gain more energy through this breathing posture.

As the soft sunlight fell on Yang Zhuihui's face, he stood up, glanced at the sleeping, busty sisters, and leaped to his feet. He landed gently by Jingyue Lake, quickened his pace, ran up the hillside, and then summoned his divine eagle, riding it to Dushi City.

His purpose was clear—to bring back Gongsun Lü'e and have her protect his master! Landing near the General's Mansion, Yang Zhuihui ran towards it. There shouldn't be many people awake yet, right? After greeting the guards, he hurried towards Gongsun Lü'e's room. He knocked lightly twice, but heard no sound. He simply pushed open the door. Finding no one inside and the bed curtains drawn, it seemed Gongsun Lü'e was still asleep.

"Lü'e, my sister?"

Yang Zhuihui called as he reached the bedside.

"Hmm..."

Still asleep, Gongsun Lü'e thought she had misheard Yang Zhuihui's voice and turned over to continue sleeping. Upon hearing it a second time, Gongsun Lü'e realized she wasn't dreaming. She quickly pulled back the bed curtains and saw Yang Zhuihui standing before her. Wearing only a light green bodice, Gongsun Lü'e hurriedly covered her delicate body with the bedsheet, blushing, "Brother Yang, why didn't you tell me you were coming in? You've seen my embarrassing state!"

Yang Zhuihui had only seen Gongsun Lü'e's breasts, which were almost bursting out; there was no embarrassing state at all! He smiled and said, "Sister Lü'e, Brother Yang is going to take you somewhere. Get dressed now and come with me immediately."

"Okay, wait for me."

Gongsun Lü'e drew the bed curtains and began to dress.

After getting dressed, she pulled back the bed curtains and saw that Yang Zhuihui wasn't in the room. She got out of bed, put on her boots, and began to dress in front of the mirror. Hearing a noise behind the screen, she quickly said, "Brother Yang, are you in there?"

"I'm getting you some water to wash your face."

"Oh."

Remembering that she had a few clothes hidden behind the screen, Gongsun Lü'e felt a little uneasy. She felt that Yang Zhuihui had already seen the clothes, and...

After confirming that the water temperature was just right, Yang Zhuihui wanted to go out. He noticed that the underpants hanging on the wall were a bit dirty, so he quickly went over. When he learned that Gongsun Lü'e had started her period, Yang Zhuihui laughed out loud.

"What's wrong?"

Gongsun Lü'e asked hurriedly.

"Nothing, I just suddenly remembered a joke."

Yang Zhuihui stepped out from behind the screen. Gongsun Lü'e, who was already dressed, passed by Yang Zhuihui and ran behind the screen to wash her face and rinse her mouth. After finishing, Gongsun Lü'e took a red cloth and packed her clothes and some personal belongings. After making sure that nothing was left behind, she followed Yang Zhuihui out.

When Yang Zhuihui wanted Gongsun Lü'e to ride the divine eagle, Gongsun Lü'e was both excited and scared. Only after Yang Zhuihui's repeated urging did she finally mount the bird's back. Yang Zhuihui sat behind her, hugging her tightly, and called out, "Silly bird, we can go back now." The divine eagle,

already familiar with the route, let out a low cry, flapped its wings, and took flight, raising clouds of dust.

Back at Jingyue Lake, Wu Sanniang had already prepared breakfast for everyone. Yang Zhuihui knew without a doubt that breakfast would be fruit, as it had always been like this.

"Can we eat that big fish at the bottom of the lake?"

Shi Le grinned mischievously.

Chapter 45, Huang Rong's Decision .

Yang Zhuihui held up his index finger and waved it in front of Shi Le's eyes a few times, saying, "Before you even eat it, it will have already torn you to pieces."

"Just kidding."

Yang Zhuihui's words reminded her of the dragon teeth and claws of the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish.

Gongsun Lü'e, not knowing why she had come here, foolishly ate fruit with them.

During this time, the South Sea Divine Nun observed Gongsun Lü'e closely, finding the woman poised and elegant, her manners impeccable, clearly indicating she came from a prestigious family. The Situ family, a renowned noble clan during the Warring States period, had fallen into decline.

After exchanging a few more words with Gongsun Lü'e and confirming she was trustworthy, the South Sea Divine Nun said, "Disciple, let her accompany your master. Be careful on your journey."

"Where are you going?"

Gongsun Lü'e was startled, feeling as if she was about to be abandoned again.

Yang Zhuihui had originally planned to tell Gongsun Lü'e this news at the last moment before their separation. Now that his master had already revealed it, Yang Zhuihui had no reason to hide it anymore. He said, "Sister Lü'e, the Nine Yin Manual is still intact. Ouyang Feng has already taken it to the vicinity of Qiongzhou. Did you know this?"

"Yes."

"Last time I destroyed the fake manual. This time I want to go to Qiongzhou to see if I can destroy the real manual. The journey is long, and I can't bring too many people. These three are all highly skilled and will also help me destroy the manual. If you come with me to Qiongzhou, I'm afraid something will happen to you, so could you stay? I'll come back as soon as I'm done!"

Yang Zhuihui said earnestly.

"If this is Brother Yang's decision, Lü'e won't object; she'll just nod in agreement,"

Gongsun Lü'e said disappointedly.

Yang Zhuihui didn't want to disappoint the girl, but too many people would cause too much trouble, and he wasn't sure if he could travel on a bird. So, he had to disappoint Gongsun Lü'e again, gritting his teeth as he said, "Sister Lü'e, I have an important matter to entrust to you."

Having attracted Gongsun Lü'e's attention, Yang Zhuihui continued, "Could you take good care of my master? Two months ago, she was injured by Ouyang Feng, losing all her martial arts skills and unable to travel, so she had to stay here. If bad people pass by, I'm afraid she'll be in danger. Can you take care of my master for me?"

Feeling that she wasn't simply abandoned, Gongsun Lü'e felt somewhat comforted and nodded, "Yes, I won't let Brother Yang's master be bullied by bad people!"

Yang Zhuihui breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Things are mostly settled. Xiaoyue, Shile, Sanniang, and I will head to Qiongzhou. Lü'e will stay to take care of Master. We'll return as soon as things are settled in Qiongzhou! Let's make a pact!"

All five extended their hands.

"Snap!"

After bidding farewell to their master, Yang Zhuihui, along with Xiaoyue, Shile, and Wu Sanniang, sat on the back of the divine eagle. The eagle cried out and carried the four of them towards Dushi City. This divine eagle was quite strong, carrying four people and flying extremely fast. The cunning Yang Zhuihui was already considering whether to pitch a tent on the eagle's back for long-distance travel.

Upon arriving in Dushi City, he found a superior room for Wu Sanniang to rest, and had Xiaoyue and Shile accompany her. Yang Zhuihui then went alone to the General's Mansion.

Before even entering the hall, Yang Zhuihui heard a cacophony of sounds. Seeing the maid Bilian carrying tea, Yang Zhuihui asked, "What's going on inside?"

"This servant only knows that many martial arts masters are here; I don't know the rest."

Watching Bilian enter the hall, Yang Zhuihui followed.

There were only seven people in the hall: Huang Rong, Guo Jing, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Yideng, Zhou Botong, and the sleeping young Huang Rong in her arms.

Seeing that Guo Jing had recovered, Yang Zhuihui wondered if his penis had actually been cut off.

Bilian, having placed the tea, glanced at Yang Zhuihui a few more times before quickly bowing and leaving the hall, her face flushed. Her girlish heart had been opened by Yang Zhuihui.

"Greetings, seniors,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a bow. Seeing that they didn't seem to welcome him, he continued, "If there's anything urgent, I'll take my leave."

"Guo'er, you've come at the right time; this matter is very relevant to you,"

Huang Rong quickly greeted him.

"Zhuihui, seeing you safe and sound makes all my chanting and prayers these past few days worthwhile. Amitabha,"

Yideng said with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Master. I'm fine,"

Yang Zhuihui replied with a smile. Recalling the scene when Yideng saw him tear up the fake sutra and angrily used his One-Finger Divine Skill on him, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but feel that Yideng's smile was too fake. Yang Zhuihui even wondered if Yideng was truly compassionate or if he valued the Nine Yin Manual more.

"Let's continue. Guo'er is one of us too,"

Huang Rong said.

(So they never considered me one of their own!)

"Where were we? Oh, right, we were talking about who should go to Qiongzhou to search for Ouyang Feng. If all four of us go, I'm afraid everyone in the martial arts world will know that the True Scripture still exists, which will inevitably trigger another battle."

At this point, Huang Yaoshi glanced at Guo Jing a few more times, seemingly blaming Guo Jing for his inappropriate remarks when he convened the martial arts conference.

"Acting alone, none of us are confident of defeating Ouyang Feng. If he has already cultivated the True Scripture, we have even less chance of winning in a one-on-one fight,"

Hong Qigong said, stroking his white beard.

"My idea is to split up and then reunite in Qiongzhou."

Listening to their conversation, Yang Zhuihui knew they were determined to capture Ouyang Feng and seize the Nine Yin Manual.

An interesting question arose in Yang Zhuihui's mind: Last time, the five immortals, including Ouyang Feng, fought fiercely for the Nine Yin Manual, ultimately losing to their master. If they killed Ouyang Feng and obtained the manual this time, would there be another large-scale battle, ending in mutual destruction?

Thinking that the seemingly united four immortals would once again fight like before, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but laugh.

"Guo'er, who do you want to go to Qiongzhou with?"

Huang Rong suddenly asked.

Yang Zhuihui snapped out of his reverie, glanced at Huang Rong's swollen breasts, and casually replied, "Guo'er wants to go with Auntie."

“I also need Brother Heping to guard Dushi, so we can’t go south. The Four Immortals will all be splitting up. You should choose one, or maybe you should go with Huang Yaoshi?”

Huang Rong suggested.

Huang Yaoshi didn’t seem friendly at all, and Yang Zhuihui didn’t want to go south with him. All four immortals had harmed his master, and Yang Zhuihui didn’t want to go with them either. Besides, he still needed to go to Ruoxian Island to find the Four Young Masters of Lingxiao, to learn martial arts while doing some lewd things. If Huang Yaoshi came along, wouldn’t he be bound at all times? Thinking of this, Yang Zhuihui said, “I want to go alone.”

“No.”

Huang Rong immediately rejected Yang Zhuihui’s suggestion, saying, “Why don’t you go with Shi Xian? At least you won’t go hungry.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll cook delicious food for you. I can make specialties like stir-fried earthworm, thousand-layer sea loach, and boneless snow fish.”

Hong Qigong said cheerfully.

"Mom, I want to go play too!"

Guo Fu suddenly ran in. Her expression changed slightly when she saw Yang Zhuihui; it seemed she was now terrified of him. No wonder, after being touched on the breasts and almost losing her virginity.

"You silly girl, stay in the city and stop thinking about running around, understand?"

Huang Rong glared at her daughter.

Guo Fu stuck out her tongue, took her sister from Huang Rong's arms, and said, "I just want to see the world."

"This isn't playing, it's going on serious business, so you can't go,"

Huang Rong said.

"But..."

Guo Fu still protested, pouting, "I haven't seen Grandpa in so long! I really want to play with him! Please let me go! They can do serious business, and I'll watch over Grandpa!"

This spoiled Guo Fu made everyone laugh, but the decision still rested with her mother.

"Your grandpa is very busy lately, and there are many Japanese pirates over there. I don't feel comfortable letting you go there. It's better if you stay in the city."

“Why don’t you let her come with me?”

Yang Zhuihui suggested.

“No!”

Guo Fu cried out as if pricked by a needle.

Huang Rong knew her daughter was playful, and it wasn’t really suitable for her to go with the Four Immortals. If she could go with Yang Zhuihui, it would be quite suitable. Although she didn’t know how good Yang Zhuihui’s martial arts were, the fact that he had rescued her husband from outside the city had already convinced Huang Rong that Yang Zhuihui was capable of protecting her daughter. So she said, “If you’re going to Chaozhou, go with Guo’er. He will take care of you.”

“Yes, I will take care of you at all costs.”

Yang Zhuihui raised his eyebrows.

The so-called “take care” was definitely very wicked. Guo Fu absolutely did not want to be alone with Yang Zhuihui, so she said, “Mother, I’d rather not go! Humph!”

With a flick of her head, Guo Fu had already run out of the hall.

“Zhaoyi, take good care of Rong’er.”

Huang Rong hurriedly reminded her, and after a moment she added, “Fu’er is too wild. I don’t know when she will learn to be well-behaved. She’s already of marriageable age.”

“With war and chaos, who has the mood to find in-laws?”

Guo Jing also began to sigh.

“Aunt, I think that in order to teach Fu’er to prioritize the greater good, she must experience firsthand the hunger and cold of ordinary people. Going south would be a good option. Let her go south with me,”

Yang Zhuihui suggested.

“I can’t persuade her. She’s more stubborn than anyone else. She won’t change her mind unless you bring her a few horses. Let’s leave that at that. Now, back to the main topic, Guo’er.”

Huang Rong suddenly grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand, took his pulse, and nodded, saying, "Although I don't know what strange things Guo'er encountered these past ten days since falling off the cliff, your internal strength is already enough for you to stand on your own. I'll allow you to act alone, but you must meet with the four immortals in Qiongzhou on the designated date to discuss the plan to seize the scriptures, understand?"

"Thank you, Aunt!"

Yang Zhuihui was overjoyed, then asked, "What about Fu'er?"

"Let her stay in the city,"

Guo Jing suggested.

"I do want her to go out and explore. With Guo'er protecting her, I feel much more at ease. Otherwise, she'll have a hard time developing her talents. I'm counting on her to inherit my mantle."

Huang Rong smiled and continued, "Yan Song controls the court, causing widespread suffering. The Emperor is obsessed with alchemy, and then there was the Renyin Palace Coup. Everyone in the court is in a state of panic. Enough said, let's decide it like this. Guo'er, you can leave now. Your aunt will come to find you later. I need to confirm everyone's routes with the four seniors."

"Okay."

Yang Zhuihui cupped his hands and left, too lazy to talk to the five men he couldn't stand. He glanced at Guo Jing a few more times, thinking that his beard seemed to have thinned considerably, and he might even look like Dongfang Bubai.

Yang Zhuihui lay on the bed, looking up, waiting for Huang Rong to arrive. If Huang Rong was as lewd as Shi Le, then...

just thinking about that scene made a lewd smile appear on Yang Zhuihui's face.

He hadn't slept well the night before and was lying in bed, so Yang Zhuihui naturally started to feel sleepy and drifted off to sleep.

"Guo'er."

A murmured voice sounded in his ear. Yang Zhuihui quickly opened his eyes and saw Huang Rong, wearing only a red bellyband, sitting on the edge of his bed, her hand reaching under the covers to touch his genitals.

Chapter 046, Huang Rong in a Dream.

His gaze followed Huang Rong's high, jade-like breasts downwards, and Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but reach out to caress the triangle of the beautiful woman before him. He touched and touched, but couldn't find the vulva. He was secretly surprised and asked, "Auntie, can I put my hand in?"

"Don't you want to have me?"

Huang Rong said ambiguously, her almond eyes full of charm.

"Yes!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed, his hand slipping into Huang Rong's thin underpants, which were tightly bound. He kept touching the triangle, but still couldn't find the vulva. He simply pulled down Huang Rong's underpants, only to see that where the honey hole should have been, there were four large characters written on it: "This road is blocked."

"Ah!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out in surprise, jumping up in a cold sweat. It was just a dream, but this dream was too perverted. They were all married women; how could they not be able to pass through this area? Just as he was pondering this somewhat absurd question, there was a knock on the door.

After receiving Yang Zhuihui's permission, Huang Rong walked in.

Yang Zhuihui quickly covered himself with the sheet, his lustful dragon now proudly erect.

Huang Rong sat down next to Yang Zhuihui and said, "They've decided to prepare their horses and set off at noon. What about you?"

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Huang Rong's full, firm breasts, seemingly still recalling the erotic dream, wondering if Huang Rong was about to strip naked and take advantage of him. But a dream is a dream, and it's hard to turn it into reality. Yang Zhuihui had to continue fantasizing about the beautiful Huang Rong with his deep gaze.

"Haven't decided yet?"

Huang Rong asked.

"Oh, no!"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly said, "I'm not familiar with the Four Immortals, and I don't want to run into them. Aunt, please tell me their route. I want to choose a different path!"

"They will all go to the capital together, and then separate. Huang Yaoshi will go to Tianjin, passing through Andongwei, Xuzhou, Luzhou, and Raozhou. Hong Qigong will go through Shunde, De'an, and Yuezhou. Yideng..."

When Yang Zhuihui was in junior high school, his geography was always among the worst, and he knew nothing about longitude and latitude. Hearing those place names he had never heard of before, his mind was almost spinning.

"Do you understand?"

Huang Rong asked.

"I understand."

Yang Zhuihui nodded, but in fact, he didn't know anything.

After chatting for a while, the focus of the conversation shifted to Guo Fu. Yang Zhuihui and Huang Rong had almost the same opinion; they both wanted Guo Fu to come along. Huang Rong always thought that Yang Zhuihui also hoped that Guo Fu could broaden her horizons, but she didn't know that Yang Zhuihui had ulterior motives.

To get Guo Fu to go out and "see the world" with him, Yang Zhuihui racked his brains. Finally, he came up with a shady plan, but fearing Huang Rong's disapproval, he hesitated before finally saying, "How about we just use a sleeping potion? Then Auntie and I can take Fu'er out of the city together, what do you say?" "

That's all you can think of. Oh well, just remember to take good care of Fu'er."

After a pause, Huang Rong continued, "Auntie will go prepare the carriage for you."

Seeing Huang Rong about to leave, Yang Zhuihui said, "Auntie, I have three friends who want to go with me. Two of them are Xiaoyue and Shile, who saved my life, and the other is a long-time friend."

"The Four Immortals instructed us to keep this a secret as much as possible."

"Auntie, think about it. Fu'er and I are alone, a man and a woman. Although we don't have any feelings for each other, it wouldn't be good if people in the martial arts world saw us. After all, she's the daughter of the martial arts alliance leader, so having someone travel with her would be perfect. More people means more fun, and Fu'er won't be bored on the journey,"

Yang Zhuihui persuaded.

“Alright, right now, besides a few of us, no one else knows the Nine Yin Manual still exists, so you must make them keep quiet, understand?”

Huang Rong reminded him.

“Definitely!”

Yang Zhuihui nodded.

Huang Rong was about to leave Yang Zhuihui's room when she turned back and asked, “I didn’t see Miss Lü’e this morning, did you see her?”

“I talked to her yesterday, she should have gone back by now,”

Yang Zhuihui said guiltily.

“Hmm, I also hope she can go back soon. The people of the Valley of Heartbreak aren’t exactly evil, but they’re not kind either. It’s really wrong of us to let Brother Jing send the invitation to that old fox Gongsun Zhi.”

After saying this, Huang Rong had already left.

Yang Zhuihui remembered that the book *The Return of the Condor Heroes* didn’t describe the Valley of Heartbreak in great detail, only mentioning that Yang Guo had been there and sparks flew between him and Gongsun Lü’e, and that Gongsun Lü’e even wanted to become Yang Zhuihui’s concubine! As for whether her father, Gongsun Zhi, was a cunning old fox, Yang Zhuihui truly didn't know. Even the usually shrewd and capable Huang Rong called him a cunning old fox, so Yang Zhuihui should be wary of him. His daughter, however, was someone he didn't need to worry about; she was such a lovely little beauty in green. Yang Zhuihui felt it was a pity to leave her behind to protect his master

. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have her by his side, playing together? The matters here were almost settled, and they were just waiting for the afternoon's action. Yang Zhuihui planned to go for a walk, but before leaving, he ran into Huang Rong again. Huang Rong told him to take care of himself and discussed when to leave the city. He initially wanted to choose the afternoon, but fearing they would run into the Four Immortals, Yang Zhuihui decided to set off the next morning. He even asked Huang Rong to take him to resolve the issue that evening.

Huang Rong blushed at Yang Zhuihui's words, but having promised him, she couldn't go back on her word and could only nod.

Walking through the market, Yang Zhuihui was choosing a veil for his beloved Third Sister. They were usually made of white, semi-transparent silk. Yang Zhuihui selected one from dozens of veils that felt nice to the touch, though it was still a bit inferior to the material of the thongs worn by the busty sisters.

"How much is this?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"It's free,"

the older woman said, beaming.

"Why?"

Yang Zhuihui asked doubtfully.

"Because you're a great hero! Everyone knows you now. To save us common people, you fell off a cliff, and later braved a hail of arrows to rescue the city's general! Who doesn't know? I'll introduce you to my daughter sometime; she's incredibly beautiful!"

"Hehe."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, politely taking two taels of silver from his pocket and placing it on the goods.

"Too much, too much, young hero!"

The old woman still beamed.

"Buy some good food for your daughter to nourish her body."

With that, Yang Zhuihui turned and left.

"When will we meet? Do you like her?"

the old woman called out, but Yang Zhuihui pretended not to hear.

Currently, these common people trusted him immensely, seemingly equating him with a savior. This situation was excellent, a necessary stepping stone for future usurpation of the throne. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Yang Zhuihui intended to use the power of this water to bring down that incompetent Jiajing Emperor! Of course, before that, strengthening his own power was the best strategy.

As soon as Yang Zhuihui entered the room where San Niang was resting, he smelled the fragrance of flowers and heard a rustling sound behind the screen

. He knew that the busty sisters were taking a bath. Seeing Wu San Niang sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang Zhuihui went over and asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing, just a little excited. I was thinking about the scene of going south with my husband."

Wu San Niang, with her light makeup, looked like a fairy descended from heaven. She was still wearing the same light blue traditional Chinese dress, but she didn't dare to be as open as she was at Jingyue Lake. Her breasts were tightly covered, and her light white bodice was slightly exposed. Her cleavage was obvious, but not much flesh was exposed, giving people an urge to tear Yi Yi's clothes open.

Holding Wu Sanniang in his arms, Yang Zhuihui chuckled, "And also, we'll be practicing the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon along the way."

Thinking of their intimate moments, Wu Sanniang's body began to heat up, and she softly said, "I'll be shy."

"We've only practiced the second form once; there are still seven more forms waiting for us to explore, so we should practice more. And also..."

Yang Zhuihui's hand traced down Wu Sanniang's smooth face, pulling her clothes open slightly, kissing her soft shoulder, and continued, "The longer we do this, the smoother and more tender your skin becomes."

"Not now, they're still bathing,"

Wu Sanniang whispered.

Remembering the busty sisters who practically lived on water, Yang Zhuihui stood up and walked behind the screen. He saw the two sisters lying in a wooden tub, enjoying a hot bath filled with flower petals. Hearing Yang Zhuihui's footsteps, Shi Le opened her eyes and called out, "Husband, come soak! It's so comfortable!"

Xiao Yue, whose perception wasn't as sharp as Shi Le's, also opened her eyes, but shyly covered her breasts, sinking back slightly, her head bowed, looking adorably bashful.

"We're heading south tomorrow, so be prepared,"

Yang Zhuihui said, casually picking up Shi Le's bright red thong and smelling it; it had a faint musky odor. After hanging it up, Yang Zhuihui sat down next to Wu Sanniang, took a veil from his pocket, and said, "Sanniang, this is for you. Try it on."

"Thank you, husband,"

Wu Sanniang said, getting up and walking to the mirror. She carefully put it on and turned to let Yang Zhuihui examine her.

A thin veil veiled her face, revealing almond-shaped eyes brimming with allure. Her cherry-red lips were faintly visible beneath the veil, making it impossible to discern whether Wu Sanniang was happy or angry. Coupled with her form-fitting dress, if Wu Sanniang were to be adorned with a sword, she would undoubtedly resemble a legendary female knight-errant!

In fact, Wu Sanniang was indeed a legendary female knight-errant, only now she had been forgotten.

"It suits you well. This way you won't have to worry about being recognized,"

Yang Zhuihui nodded.

"Thank you, husband,"

Wu Sanniang said happily .

"We're all family, why keep saying thank you? It sounds a bit awkward. This is what I should do."

Taking Wu Sanniang's hand, Yang Zhuihui pulled her into his arms, slowly pulling down the veil. Looking at her tempting lips, Yang Zhuihui couldn't resist leaning in and kissing her.

Wu Sanniang had just extended her tongue to respond when Yang Zhuihui pulled away, making her slightly embarrassed, and she lowered her head.

After spending some time with Wu Sanniang, it was lunchtime. Anticipating Huang Rong would be waiting for him, Yang Zhuihui ordered the waiter to prepare some local specialties. Once the busty sisters had changed, the four of them ate in the room. Yang Zhuihui didn't eat much, as he planned to eat at the General's Mansion.

Shi Le and Xiao Yue, being mermaids, had a good appetite for the fish and shrimp.

Afterwards, Yang Zhuihui headed to the General's Mansion.

Upon arrival, Bilian informed him that everyone had already started eating. Half-full, Yang Zhuihui pretended to be very hungry and rushed off.

Huang Rong had reserved a seat for him, and upon seeing him enter, she instructed Bilian to serve him rice.

The family ate together, but now the Xuanfu General Ma Fang was also present. Yang Zhuihui felt Ma Fang was an outsider there, unaware that Guo Jing had always treated him as such.

As Yang Zhuihui ate, he occasionally flashed a sly smile at Guo Fu. Guo Fu was filled with hatred and anger, but dared not reveal the incident of Yang Zhuihui's indecent behavior towards her that day, so she could only swallow her anger. Before she was fully full, Guo Fu couldn't stand Yang Zhuihui anymore and went back to her room to rest. Yang Zhuihui listened to Guo Jing and Ma Fang talk about their ideals of serving the country while chatting idly with Huang Rong. They talked about their own things, without interfering with each other, although Huang Rong, this talented woman, would occasionally give them some pointers.

After lunch, Yang Zhuihui returned to the inn to accompany the three beautiful women. He wanted Xiaoyue and Shile to take a nap with him, but they only wanted to soak in the water. Feeling a little sleepy, Yang Zhuihui took a nap with Wu Sanniang.

Chapter 47: Huang Rong Leads the Way to a Brothel

Dinner was almost the same as lunch, the only difference being that Ma Fang was still at the military camp and did not come to eat with them.

After lunch, after resting for a while, Huang Rong came to Yang Zhuihui's room.

"The carriage is ready. I'll have a driver take you tomorrow morning. It's a long journey, so if you get lost, remember to ask the locals for directions, okay?"

Huang Rong comforted Xiang'er, who had just woken up.

"Yes, I understand. Thank you for your concern, Auntie. Is it alright now?"

Yang Zhuihui revealed a slightly cunning smile.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll put Xiang'er to sleep first."

With that, Huang Rong left.

A quarter of an hour later, Huang Rong returned to Yang Zhuihui's room. She had changed into a pure white silk dress that she never usually wore, tightly wrapping her shapely and voluptuous body. In her hand, she held a finely woven bamboo hat trimmed with black gauze.

"Let's go,"

Huang Rong gestured.

The thought that Huang Rong was going to take him to satisfy his physical needs stirred a strange feeling in Yang Zhuihui's heart.

After leaving the house, Huang Rong had already put on the bamboo hat and fastened it after only a few steps, making her unrecognizable to anyone. As she walked, the wind blew her skirt fiercely, and Huang Rong had to keep pressing it down.

"Auntie, where are we going?"

Yang Zhuihui asked excitedly.

"You'll understand when we get there."

Huang Rong seemed unwilling to talk to Yang Zhuihui any longer.

Passing a pharmacy, Yang Zhuihui stopped and said, "Auntie, I'm going in to buy some sleeping potion. Wait for me."

Without waiting for Huang Rong's permission, Yang Zhuihui had already run inside.

Thinking about taking Yang Zhuihui, who had just come of age, to a brothel, Huang Rong began to doubt herself. She sighed slightly and stood there waiting for Yang Zhuihui to come out.

After buying some sleeping potion, Yang Zhuihui and Huang Rong continued walking.

Turning left and right, they arrived at the foot of Qiyue Pavilion. Seeing two flamboyantly dressed prostitutes soliciting customers at the entrance, Huang Rong felt disgusted but also somewhat helpless, and could only lead Yang Zhuihui inside.

"This place doesn't welcome girls,"

a coquettish voice reached Huang Rong's ears.

Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "Haven't you heard that girls love girls too?"

The two prostitutes burst out laughing, throwing Yang Zhuihui several flirtatious glances. Seeing his alluring face and strong body, they both longed to be with him.

"Thank you for your help,"

Yang Zhuihui said, seeing that they had moved aside, and went inside with Huang Rong.

The brothel was filled with flowers, willows, and withered flowers and faded willows—all kinds of people, regardless of height, weight, age, or skin color—yet none could stir Yang Zhuihui's heart. If Huang Rong were to open her straw hat at this moment, she would undoubtedly stun everyone. If Xiaoyue, Shile, or Sanniang were to come, these self-proclaimed beauties would probably be itching for plastic surgery.

Yang Zhuihui and Huang Rong asked the elderly madam for a superior room and instructed her to find the most beautiful prostitute. They went up to the second floor.

As soon as they entered the room, Huang Rong gasped for breath, almost suffocating. She exclaimed, "I will never come to such a morally reprehensible place again!"

"Why don't we leave now?"

Yang Zhuihui suggested. He had no interest in prostitutes and was afraid of contracting venereal diseases—and there were no condoms in ancient times.

“It’s come to this, just do what you need to do, don’t worry about your aunt.”

Huang Rong sat at the table, wanting to take off her hat, but afraid of being recognized.

A moment later, the door was pushed open, and the madam led in two fairly good-looking prostitutes, grumbling, “Bai Mei, Ji Chun, serve you two well!”

She patted their shoulders and left, adding as she closed the door, “Just tell me what you need, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.” As

soon as the door closed, Bai Mei and Ji Chun clung to them like glue.

The slightly plump Bai Mei leaned on Yang Zhuihui’s shoulder, grumbling, “Young master, what do you want most right now? I can satisfy you.”

“This way.”

Yang Zhuihui pulled Bai Mei into bed.

Ji Chun, who had always served men and never women, wasn’t embarrassed at all, asking, “Miss, could you take off your hat? It’s so intimate.”

“No need,”

Huang Rong said coldly.

“Miss, don’t be shy. Actually, it can be quite pleasurable for women to rub against each other. I’ve tried it before. If that doesn’t work, I’ll lick you. Lift your skirt.”

Ji Chun’s hand was already roaming over Huang Rong’s thigh.

“Don’t touch me!”

Huang Rong immediately brushed Ji Chun’s hand away.

“Miss,”

Ji Chun feigned a sorrowful expression, “If my family were well-off, I wouldn’t be here. Please let me serve you just this once. Although I’ve never done it before, I believe I can make you feel good.”

Huang Rong knew that with the chaos of war, many families who couldn’t afford to raise their daughters sent them to brothels for a few taels of silver. So she didn’t hate prostitutes. Did anyone want to be born a prostitute, to be ridden by thousands of men?

Knowing that being a prostitute wasn't easy, Huang Rong softened her tone and said, "We'll pay you as usual. Just sit here and chat with me."

Bai Mei, who was already lying on the bed, ready for Yang Zhuihui to ride on top of her, seemed to sense something as well. Her movements were a little slow, but she still managed to gently untie Yang Zhuihui's belt.

"I didn't really want to do this, but my mother wanted me to try it, saying it would make me a grown-up,"

Yang Zhuihui whispered.

"Will you still pay me?"

Bai Mei asked hurriedly.

"Of course, my mother has plenty of money,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

"Thank you, young master!"

Bai Mei was delighted.

"No need."

After saying that, Yang Zhuihui slipped off the bed, with Bai Mei following closely behind.

Huang Rong, who was listening to Ji Chun recount her sad past, heard the noise, turned around, and asked, "Guo'er, so fast?"

"I suddenly felt I didn't want this anymore. I want to keep my first time,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

"You don't want to?"

Huang Rong asked again.

"Compared to matters of state, my affairs are insignificant."

Yang Zhuihui appeared fearless, seemingly uninterested in sex. In reality, he didn't want to have sex with prostitutes, not only for fear of contracting diseases, but also because he was too lazy to insert his penis into her vagina—he didn't know how many men had already penetrated it.

"It seems you've really grown up,"

Huang Rong comforted him.

"It's all thanks to your excellent guidance,"

Yang Zhuihui said, taking a sip of the hot tea on the table. "This tea is quite good."

"If you like it, young master, finish it, we'll get more,"

Ji Chun hurriedly said.

Huang Rong had originally intended for Yang Zhuihui to have sex with a prostitute, but it unexpectedly turned into a tea-drinking and conversation session. Having never cared about the lives of prostitutes before, Huang Rong listened to their stories while drinking tea. When she learned that Yan Song's son, Yan Shifan, had actually visited Qiyue Pavilion and forcibly bought the most popular courtesan for ten taels of silver to be his twenty-sixth concubine, her hatred for Yan Song and his son intensified.

As they left Qiyue Pavilion, Huang Rong remained silent the entire way. Looking through the gauze at the moon, now obscured by dark clouds, she spoke, "Guo'er, if someone could kill Yan Song and his son, restoring peace to the Ming Dynasty, your aunt would be eternally grateful."

"If it weren't for Jiajing, Yan Song and his son wouldn't have been so arrogant. Why, with such a corrupt emperor, would your aunt still defend Dushi City?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, puzzled.

"It was the only way to save the people. But when I learned that Yan Song was embezzling military pay, almost starving the soldiers, I was unwilling to accept it. I wrote to Jiajing, but the memorial disappeared without a trace. It probably wasn't even reached Jiajing before Yan Song intercepted it. The court is corrupt, and the martial world is in turmoil again."

Huang Rong glanced at Yang Zhuihui and continued, "I only kept you by my side because you bear a seven-tenths resemblance to Ouyang Feng's son. You won't blame your aunt, will you?"

"That was just a momentary thought. Your aunt won't think that way now, will she?"

Yang Zhuihui smiled.

“You’re usually quite wild, but you’ve been behaving very well lately. That’s why your aunt is speaking so frankly, hoping you can grow up to be a capable person soon. Guo’er, you’re setting off tomorrow, so be careful. No matter what, you must meet up with the Four Immortals first. Never go to see Ouyang Feng on your own, understand?”

Seeing that Huang Rong still treated him like a child, Yang Zhuihui was a little helpless and teased, “Anyway, I’m like Ouyang Feng’s son, so he won’t lay a hand on me.”

“He already struck you with a palm last time, so he definitely won’t show you any mercy this time. Ouyang Feng is crazy and eccentric; you can’t judge him with ordinary thinking,”

Huang Rong said earnestly.

"He'll probably forget about me tearing up the fake scriptures last time, since he's acting crazy."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

They walked to the tofu stall, ordered two bowls, and after sprinkling some sugar into Yang Zhuihui's bowl, Huang Rong said, "Guo'er, haven't you seriously considered why that madman Ouyang Feng would give you the fake scriptures? The only possibility is that he doesn't trust his son, or perhaps you." "

Anyway, good people are always protected. I didn't die from falling from such a height, so heading south will definitely be fine,"

Yang Zhuihui reassured her.

"It's best to be cautious. Your aunt is just worried about you."

Huang Rong sipped the tofu, the smooth, hot liquid warming her heart, yet a strange emptiness lingered. Her breathing became heavy, and she kept adding sugar to her bowl.

Eating tofu pudding was secondary for Yang Zhuihui; his main focus was on admiring the beautiful Huang Rong. His gaze lingered on her breasts, which rose and fell with her breath, and he already considered her as an empress in his harem.

Having eaten the tofu pudding and warmed up a bit, the two continued their journey back. Yang Zhuihui made an excuse to visit the busty sisters and Wu Sanniang, first escorting Huang Rong to the General's Mansion.

"Come back soon,"

Huang Rong said. Although she knew Yang Zhuihui was getting too close to them, she didn't want to interfere. Compared to the Little Dragon Girl from the Ancient Tomb, Huang Rong probably preferred Yang Zhuihui to be with ordinary women.

The inn was rather deserted, with little business. The waiter was dozing off at the counter, unaware that Yang Zhuihui had entered. This wasn't surprising, though; Yang Zhuihui's footsteps were extremely light, how could someone without martial arts skills possibly hear him?

Pushing open the door, Yang Zhuihui found the three women already asleep together. He sat beside them, looking at Shi Le with her pouting lips, Xiao Yue as still as a fledgling bird, and San Niang with her eyelashes fluttering occasionally. At that moment, Yang Zhuihui only wanted to protect them, like protecting his beloved puppets before his time travel. Of course, living people were more valuable to protect than puppets.

Seeing that the three women had already taken over the bed, and feeling embarrassed to wake them, Yang Zhuihui spread a tablecloth on the floor and fell asleep almost immediately.

The rooster crowed, and Yang Zhuihui suddenly felt his penis moving. He opened his eyes a crack and saw Shi Le straddling him, her bra pushed up, kneading his large breasts while writhing like a snake, thrusting his penis repeatedly into her honeyed depths, each time reaching her core, seemingly penetrating her uterus.

Seeing Shi Le's panting appearance, Yang Zhuihui continued to pretend to be asleep, letting her rape him.

Chapter 48, Huang Rong's Drugging

Whether it was genuine drowsiness or sheer exhaustion from the day, Yang Zhuihui had fallen asleep again. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in bed, with Wu Sanniang on his left and Xiaoyue on his right, while Shile lay asleep between his legs.

"What a strange combination,"

Yang Zhuihui muttered.

"Hmm?"

Wu Sanniang slowly opened her sleepy eyes. Seeing herself on top of Yang Zhuihui, she quickly asked, "Husband, when did you get here?"

"You should be asking me when I got to bed, right?"

Yang Zhuihui countered.

"Hmm."

"Perhaps you should ask Shile."

Yang Zhuihui moved his leg, waking Shile, and asked, "My lovely mermaid, when did I get to bed?"

Shile yawned, seemingly very tired, and mumbled, "Husband, you've taken my spot, and you still have the nerve to ask me? I don't care about you, I'm still sleepy."

"We can't sleep anymore. We need to prepare to leave the city. I'll take you to the south, where the mountains are beautiful and the waters are clear. All you'll see are rivers, and lots and lots of delicious fish,"

Yang Zhuihui tempted.

"Really?"

Shi Le immediately became interested.

"Of course, there's no point in lying to you, so get up quickly, you're about to break my penis."

Yang Zhuihui, whose penis was erect again, hurriedly said.

"Mmm, mmm."

After responding twice, Shi Le suddenly pulled down Yang Zhuihui's shorts, kissed his glans twice, got out of bed, stretched, and began to dress up. Wu Sanniang and Xiaoyue also got up one after the other.

Watching the three beautiful women busy with their beauty, Yang Zhuihui simply fixed his hair and had Xiaoyue wipe his face for him, then continued to watch them dress up. Women dressing up is actually quite troublesome, with makeup, rouge, and face powder, but in the end, it's the men who benefit.

After confirming that everything was alright, Yang Zhuihui and the three women left the inn and headed towards the General's Mansion.

Thinking of her two sons in the General's Mansion, Wu Sanniang's steps faltered. Remembering how they would do anything to please Guo Fu, she was disappointed in them. Looking at the briskly walking Yang Zhuihui, Wu Sanniang smiled faintly, already knowing her ultimate fate.

After leaving the three women in his room, Yang Zhuihui went to find Huang Rong and handed her the sleeping potion.

"Is this enough?"

Huang Rong, who had never used sleeping potions before, poured a little into the ginseng tea.

Yang Zhuihui, equally unfamiliar with them, only felt that a little too much wouldn't hurt, but too little would cause problems, so he pretended to be knowledgeable and said, "Not enough, add a little more."

Huang Rong had no choice but to add more and asked, "Now?"

Yang Zhuihui continued to pretend to understand, nodding and saying, "That should be enough. Take it to Fu'er to drink."

"Come with me."

Following Huang Rong to Guo Fu's room, Yang Zhuihui casually leaned against the railing, gazing at the rising fiery red sun in the east. It seemed it would be a bright and sunny day.

"Alright."

Huang Rong suddenly patted Yang Zhuihui's shoulder.

"So fast."

Yang Zhuihui blurted out.

"I'll keep this in case you drug people indiscriminately later. I'll give it back to you when you come back."

Huang Rong shook the bottle and hid it in her pocket.

Yang Zhuihui didn't mind; he already had another bottle hidden away!

With Huang Rong's help, Yang Zhuihui lifted Guo Fu by the waist. Guo Fu looked light, but she was actually quite sturdy, making it a bit difficult for Yang Zhuihui. No pain, no gain—that's an unchanging principle, so Yang Zhuihui didn't mind expending more energy now. Anyway, when they went south, the three women were on his side, and he could mistreat Guo Fu however he wanted. He'd make her cry out to heaven, but heaven wouldn't answer; she'd wail to the earth, but the earth wouldn't listen!

Stepping down from the attic, Yang Zhuihui felt like a thief, asking, "Auntie, is it alright to move out like this?"

"It's fine, I'm here. Brother Jing has already gone to the military camp."

Huang Rong, carrying the bundle, walked ahead of Yang Zhuihui, as if reassuring him. As

soon as they left the General's Mansion, a carriage was already waiting. Huang Rong boarded first, and then carefully helped Yang Zhuihui carry their daughter inside. Yang Zhuihui then went to call Xiaoyue, Shile, and Wu Sanniang; everything was ready.

Huang Rong had met Xiaoyue and Shile before, but as for this veiled, graceful, and elegant mysterious woman, Huang Rong knew nothing of her origins. Instructing the driver to head towards the South Gate, Huang Rong asked, "Guo'er, haven't you introduced this young lady yet?"

"Her name is..."

Yang Zhuihui's mind raced, and he blurted out, "Ye Xianni, her name is Ye Xianni, she's my good friend."

"Miss Xianni, may you show your true face?"

The ever-vigilant Huang Rong didn't want anyone of unknown origin traveling with them; if something went wrong, there would be no way to undo it.

Yang Zhuihui leaned close to Huang Rong's ear and whispered, "She's had a cleft lip since childhood, and only her nose looks somewhat human. It would be very embarrassing for her, Aunt. Because of her martial arts skills, I had her come south with us; that way, we'll be safer."

Huang Rong's face darkened; she seemed unable to believe that her seemingly beautiful face could be so ugly. She asked, "Where are you from, young lady?"

Afraid that Wu Sanniang would give herself away, Yang Zhuihui interrupted, "She's a reclusive master, wandering from place to place, with no fixed abode."

"And her hometown?"

Huang Rong asked again, seemingly determined to find out more about Wu Sanniang.

Yang Zhuihui was sweating profusely, completely unaware of Huang Rong's rambling. He realized that having Wu Sanniang wait outside the city would have been the best course of action.

At first, Wu Sanniang was a little embarrassed, but after a moment, she adapted to the atmosphere in the carriage and said, "I am from Shaozhou. Knowing that Yang Guo was heading south, I decided to travel along the same route. If there is anything inappropriate, please forgive me."

Hearing Wu Sanniang's soft, gentle voice, Huang Rong found it hard to associate her with a reclusive master. Regardless, Huang Rong only hoped that their journey would be safe. Knowing that she had been too talkative, she didn't want to pry any further and said, "I'll trouble you to take care of Guo'er and my daughter Fu'er along the way."

"We're friends when we're traveling, of course,"

Wu Sanniang nodded.

Upon reaching the city gate, Huang Rong gave an order, and the gate slowly opened. The driver cracked his whip, and the horse neighed and galloped forward. After running for more than two miles, Huang Rong told the driver to stop. She glanced at her sleeping daughter in her arms and instructed, "You must take good care of Fu'er. If anything happens to her, I will hold you responsible, understand?"

"Don't worry, Auntie, I will definitely make sure Fu'er is very comfortable."

A lewd glint flashed in Yang Zhuihui's eyes.

"He definitely will."

Shi Le smiled foolishly.

"Well, I'll get off now. Take care, everyone."

After letting Wu Sanniang hold her daughter, Huang Rong gave a few more instructions before getting off the carriage. Watching the carriage drive onto the official road, Huang Rong felt very reluctant and somewhat helpless. A cold wind brushed her face, and she shivered. Huang Rong turned back, intending to go to the military camp to check on their troop deployment. Actually, there was another reason for sending her daughter away today. Mya's eldest son, Xin'ai, had led 50,000 cavalry to set up camp near Longxiao Pass, seemingly preparing for a decisive battle.

After a bumpy ride, Guo Fu was finally shaken awake. At first, Guo Fu thought she was leaning against her mother's chest, but then she felt something was wrong; her mother's body didn't seem to smell so sweet. Coupled with the constant shaking of the world, Guo Fu opened her eyes. What came into view was a veiled woman, already resting with her eyes closed. Glancing sideways, Guo Fu saw Yang Zhuihui leering at her.

"Fu'er, the sun's high in the sky, and you're only just waking up?"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

A moment of silence.

"Ah!"

Guo Fu screamed hysterically, startling the three women who had already fallen asleep. The coachman tightened the reins, and only after receiving Yang Zhuihui's order did he continue driving.

"How did I get here?"

Guo Fu cried out, feeling as if she had fallen into a wolf's den.

“Your mother thinks you should broaden your horizons, so she asked me to take you out of the city,”

Yang Zhuihui shrugged.

“Impossible, how could my mother…”

Guo Fu hurriedly pulled back the curtains, looking at Dushi City, which was now mostly blocked by Wumin Mountain. Guo Fu was so frightened that she couldn’t speak. She looked at Xiaoyue and Shile, whose breasts were extremely full, and the veiled woman gently holding her. Guo Fu hurriedly cried out, “I want to go back to the city! I don’t want to go south!”

“Didn’t you say you really wanted to see your grandfather? I’ll take you there,”

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin. Looking at the panicked Guo Fu, he found it very amusing. He reached out to touch her sachet, but she brushed him away.

“I want to go home!”

Guo Fu shouted.

Shile, who spoke bluntly, said, “Then jump off the carriage. No one is stopping you.”

“Do you think I wouldn’t dare to jump?”

Guo Fu said angrily. With her spoiled young lady temper, she was very easily provoked.

At this moment, the gentle Xiaoyue said, "Miss Guo, it's not safe to get off here. If we run into bad people, it will be terrible. Let's go to the Jiangnan area. I heard there's fish there."

"I've eaten fish before!"

Guo Fu exclaimed.

"Fu'er, you're about the same age as my son. I'll take care of you along the way and won't let... won't let Young Master Yang do anything reckless,"

Wu Sanniang comforted her.

"Really?"

Guo Fu was a little skeptical that there were any good people with Yang Zhuihui.

"Let's pinky swear,"

Wu Sanniang said, extending her little finger.

"Okay!"

Guo Fu immediately pinky swore with Wu Sanniang.

Yang Zhuihui was secretly delighted, thinking to himself: Sanniang is my woman. What's the point of you pinky swearing with her? You'll definitely be ridden and have a good time with me!

As the sun set, the carriage finally arrived in the capital. After passing through the checkpoints, they went to find an inn to rest.

Yang Zhuihui had wanted four superior rooms, but there were only three available. Xiaoyue and Shile shared one, Wu Sanniang and Guo Fu shared another, and he had to share with the unsophisticated coachman.

After a quick dinner, they each went back to their rooms to rest.

"Young Master Yang, you can sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor,"

the coachman said politely.

Yang Zhuihui actually agreed, but then thought how wonderful it would be if he became emperor and the coachman spread his reputation for courtesy among the people, so he politely said, "You've been driving all day, you need to rest well, otherwise you won't have the energy tomorrow, so you should sleep on the bed."

"I'm a servant, I don't have that right,"

the coachman continued politely.

"Alright, it's settled then, don't argue with me, otherwise we'll both be polite here all night,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

"Thank you, Young Master Yang. Take the quilt; my clothes are warm enough."

Yang Zhuihui was about to speak when he heard hurried, chaotic footsteps outside. Afraid something might have happened to them, Yang Zhuihui quickly pushed open the door and went out. The four women were also standing outside, watching the crowd surging out from downstairs.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Going down to grab someone and ask."

Shi Le shrugged. She really wanted to soak in the water, but hadn't all day, leaving her a little tired and her throat incredibly dry.

"Don't wander around here. I'll go down and check."

After instructing them, Yang Zhuihui went downstairs and went outside.

"What happened?"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly asked the waiter pacing in front of the door.

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