[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Phoenix (Complete) - 28-30

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Chapter 173, Mother Meets Daughter.

Upon seeing Xu Yueqing's alluring appearance, Yang Zhuihui nearly had a nosebleed. Realizing his overstepping boundaries, he quickly stepped back and closed the door.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Qu, who had run over, asked anxiously.

Yang Zhuihui shrugged, just grinning foolishly, saying nothing. Beside him, Ruan Feifeng's palms were sweating with nervousness. Just a door away was her own daughter; they hadn't seen each other for fifteen years. Ruan Feifeng's excitement was palpable.

The door opened, and Xu Yueqing, dressed in a white gauze dress, stepped aside, softly saying, "Please come in."

Xu Yueqing, without makeup, was naturally beautiful, graceful and charming, her fresh and refined beauty tinged with allure. Her gentle movements added to her elegance.

Looking at Xu Yueqing, Ruan Feifeng's eyes welled up with tears, her body trembling slightly, almost bursting into tears. Fortunately, her tiger-shaped mask concealed her emotions.

This young woman before her was practically a carbon copy of her younger self, not only in appearance but also in temperament.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Ruan Feifeng's legs went weak, and she had to be helped inside by Xiao Qu.

"Xiao Qu, go get some fine tea leaves to brew for the two of you,"

Xu Yueqing instructed while preparing the pastries.

Watching Xu Yueqing skillfully handle the pastries, Ruan Feifeng's thoughts were completely stirred, as if she were seeing herself newly married. Unfortunately, it was all fleeting; now she was a witch queen of a different race, unable to enjoy the blessings of a large family like ordinary people.

"Young Master Yang, how are you feeling? Should I have someone prepare some tonics?"

Xu Yueqing asked.

"Do you have tiger penis?"

Yang Zhuihui asked earnestly.

"What?"

Xu Yueqing asked疑惑地, her lips slightly parted, standing there like Chang'e in the moon, completely unaware that Yang Zhuihui was teasing her.

"N-nothing..."

Yang Zhuihui smiled and introduced, "This is the Jurchen witch queen. She is skilled in witchcraft, but she only uses it to save people. This is Miss Xu Yueqing, the apple of Lord Xu's eye."

"Greetings, Witch Queen."

Xu Yueqing curtsied.

"So polite."

Ruan Feifeng quickly stood up and helped Xu Yueqing up, her voice trembling, "I didn't expect... I really didn't expect... you've grown up so much..."

"Hmm?"

"Because Young Master Yang mentioned you to me, I always thought you were just a little girl."

Ruan Feifeng quickly explained.

"A little girl?"

Xu Yueqing smiled naturally and said, "Perhaps in Young Master Yang's heart, Qing'er will never grow up."

"You're grown up enough."

Yang Zhuihui stared at Xu Yueqing's shapely buttocks and smiled meaningfully.

"I'll play the zither for you two. I recently obtained the score for 'Guangling San',"

Xu Yueqing said, sitting at a low sandalwood table, tentatively plucking the strings. "I'm not very skilled, I hope you won't laugh at me."

"I'm just a roughneck, but the Witch King is a connoisseur of music,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"I know a little, Qing… Miss Xu, please play."

Ruan Feifeng's heart was still racing; she desperately wanted to hold her daughter in her arms, even just once.

"I'll make a fool of myself,"

Xu Yueqing said, stretching her fingers before beginning to play.

The music began to echo in the room, the melody mournful and soft, telling a story. Occasionally, a sudden change in tone would occur, a slight dissonance that made Ruan Feifeng tense. She felt as if she were in a world created by the music, seeing Nie Zheng, who had disfigured himself and swallowed charcoal to avenge his father, later entering the palace to assassinate the King of Han by playing the zither.

This illusory yet real feeling captivated Ruan Feifeng; she was completely controlled by Xu Yueqing's music.

"Sir, you are a man of exceptional talent, your ambition surpassing even Sima Qian's. Your rendition of 'Guangling San'

is a masterpiece, beyond compare." Xu Yueqing's clear voice blended perfectly with the music, and coupled with her breathtaking beauty, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a celestial being descended to earth.

Compared to this poignant scene, Yang Zhuihui's mind conjured a lewd image: Xu Yueqing playing the zither while he and her mother made love beside her.

Thinking of that elegant yet wanton imagery, Yang Zhuihui felt his unruly lustful dragon about to rise.

It could only be said that Yang Zhuihui was a completely unfit listener; Xu Yueqing was playing the zither to a brick wall. Fortunately, there was Ruan Feifeng, a loyal listener.

When the piece ended, Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng remained seated, motionless, until Xu Yueqing casually strummed a few tunes, bringing them back to their senses.

"Please excuse my rudeness,"

Xu Yueqing murmured, her voice as melodious as a gentle stream.

Ruan Feifeng rose and began to instruct Xu Yueqing on the precautions for playing the piece, much like a music lawyer. Every word she spoke resonated deeply with Xu Yueqing, enlightening her. Ruan Feifeng then offered her place to play, while Xu Yueqing became Ruan Feifeng's audience.

Watching this mother and daughter unable to acknowledge each other, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but feel that reality was somewhat cruel. However, for now, this was the only option. Once he held the power of life and death over the Ming Dynasty, they could finally recognize each other. Of course, Xu Jie had to die.

Xiao Qu peeked in, sneaking in like a thief to avoid disturbing their enjoyment. She put down the tea set and handed Yang Zhuihui a cup of still-steaming strong tea.

"I didn't expect the Witch King to be so talented,"

Xiao Qu whispered, careful not to disturb them.

"He is truly talented,"

Yang Zhuihui said, sipping the strong tea. "This is much more fragrant than the tea at Lan Yue Xuan; the tea there is practically tea dregs."

He then gulped down several more mouthfuls.

"Good tea should be savored slowly."

Xiao Qu rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui.

After finishing her lesson, Xu Yueqing sighed, "Green mountains, clear waters, high mountains and flowing water seek kindred spirits, each note like a lament, like a mournful cry. Alas, it is rare to find a true friend in life, and the most precious of all is a kindred spirit throughout the ages."

"Hehe, this Witch King only knows a little bit, please don't laugh at me, Miss Qing'er."

"Your Majesty the Witch King knows more than the palace musicians, and you are very skilled."

Overly excited, Xu Yueqing blurted out, "Listening to Your Majesty's voice, I always feel that it is similar to my mother's."

"Is that so?"

Ruan Feifeng's eyes widened, her voice trembling, "I should say that your mother and I are about the same age."

"Qing'er misspoke."

Xu Yueqing handed the tea to Ruan Feifeng, saying, "You have taken up so much of Your Majesty's time, you must be thirsty."

"Thank you."

Ruan Feifeng drank the tea while looking at the beautiful and delicate Xu Yueqing, her heart filled with emotion.

As lunchtime approached, Ruan Feifeng and Yang Zhuihui intended to return to Lanyue Pavilion for their meal, but at Xu Yueqing's insistence, they decided to stay at the Minister's residence, sending a servant girl to inform the manager of Lanyue Pavilion.

Yang Zhuihui, Ruan Feifeng, Xu Yueqing, Xu Jie, and Xia Yao dined together.

Xu Yueqing, usually quiet, became quite talkative during the meal, constantly questioning Ruan Feifeng about zither playing techniques, as if she wanted to transform herself into a zither master in the blink of an eye. Xu Jie, on the other hand, kept reminding her that girls should be more reserved.

Yang Zhuihui ate his meal, watching the group, finding the dinner party quite amusing.

Ruan Feifeng was Xu Yueqing's biological mother, Xu Jie's lawfully wedded wife, yet now she was to interact with them as the Witch King. He, the future son-in-law, had been involved with Ruan Feifeng several times, giving Xu Jie a very significant cuckold's horns. Every time he thought of this, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but want to clap his hands in delight. If Xu Jie knew about this, the old man would probably be furious.

Yang Zhuihui's lewd laughter seemed to be completely absorbed by Xia Yao, who had glared at him countless times.

That afternoon, Yang Zhuihui had hoped to have a good time with the pure and innocent Xu Yueqing, but with Ruan Feifeng and Xia Yao present, his plans turned into flower viewing and music appreciation, leaving Yang Zhuihui with a belly full of pent-up desire. He could only pin his hopes on the evening; after all, he could move freely in Lan Yue Pavilion and do whatever he wanted with Ruan Feifeng then.

Unfortunately, reality and fantasy are always different.

After dinner, Xu Yueqing surprisingly hoped that Ruan Feifeng would stay the night to share a room, and Ruan Feifeng agreed, leaving Yang Zhuihui to return to Lanyue Pavilion alone.

Walking alone on the somewhat desolate street, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but sneeze several times, muttering, "I wonder which woman is thinking of me. I should have brought Fu'er and San Niang with me; then I wouldn't be without a warm bed."

Sighing all the way, Yang Zhuihui almost forgot what Poppy had said; all he could say was that Yang Zhuihui's lust always outweighed everything else.

As he walked, Yang Zhuihui suddenly stopped. A small cat was slowly walking towards the pond.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a cat at all, but a white fox. As it approached, Yang Zhuihui bent down to stare at it. The fox didn't flinch, tilting its neck to meet Yang Zhuihui's gaze.

This white fox had a not-too-pointed snout, short, rounded ears, and long hair on the back of its cheeks. Its plantar fins were also densely covered with long hair. Its fur was pure white, with only its hairless nose and tail tip black, making it incredibly cute. Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but want to give the white fox to a beautiful woman to win her heart.

"Let uncle hold it for a moment,"

Yang Zhuihui said, reaching out to pick up the white fox, but it darted away.

Crouching a short distance away, the white fox continued to gaze at Yang Zhuihui, as if trying to seduce him.

Yang Zhuihui, already somewhat disappointed, saw how intelligent the white fox was and wanted to possess it. He moved closer, intending to catch it, but the white fox, sensing Yang Zhuihui's intentions, kept retreating, stopping and starting, neither running away nor willing to become Yang Zhuihui's prey.

After several such back-and-forths, the white fox led Yang Zhuihui to a dilapidated temple.

Rolling on the ground a few times, the white fox jumped into the temple.

Determined only to capture the white fox, Yang Zhuihui didn't care where he was. He pushed open the half-closed temple door and began searching for the white fox.

When Yang Zhuihui saw Poppy sitting on the roof like a ghost, leisurely swinging her bare thighs, he was stunned. He immediately became alert, observing the surroundings to make sure Poppy was alone before he felt slightly relieved. Otherwise, he would have definitely run away; he had developed a phobia of that beast.

Poppy looked at her arm, the snow-white down slowly disappearing, and smiled faintly, saying, "I didn't expect a white fox could lead you here."

"Because it's too cute, much better than you, a thorny rose."

"Hehe, it's really nice to receive your praise. Hmm, let me think about what to talk about with you. I always feel that simple verbal communication doesn't seem to have much meaning."

Poppy shrugged her fragrant shoulders and asked, "Yang Guo, that day you penetrated me in the front and back. I wonder if you still have that desire now when you see me?"

"That was your punishment. You almost killed You Shu!"

Yang Zhuihui sneered.

"Punishment, punishment, punishment!"

Poppy suddenly roared, "Then who will settle the score with my dead brothers? Did they deserve to die? How many corrupt officials and unscrupulous merchants are there in the entire Ming Dynasty? Is it wrong for us to rob a little to fill our stomachs?"

Chapter 174, How Long Will It Last?

"If you were really robbing corrupt officials and unscrupulous merchants, I would have absolutely no objection, and I would even applaud. But you robbed the coastal people of their property. You destroyed their very means of survival. You and your so-called brothers have killed countless ordinary people."

"Hehe, it seems we have no common ground at all. Let me think about how to torture you."

Poppy landed gracefully, patted the dust off her round buttocks, and said, "But you should feel lucky that the Palace Master asked me not to kill you."

"You think you can kill me?"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled dryly.

"I can, but I don't want to dirty these hands. You should probably look at the ground."

Yang Zhuihui looked down, his face deathly pale. The once dry ground had turned into a large lump of flesh, and everywhere he looked was like this. Yang Zhuihui even saw an ugly face moving on the ground.

Thump!

Yang Zhuihui whirled around, only to find the door closed. The seemingly alive, fleshy mass was crawling up the door and walls like a gecko, accompanied by faint, grinding sounds like a tiger grinding its teeth.

In an instant, the dilapidated temple had completely transformed; Yang Zhuihui was practically inside the beast.

"With the beast's help, I can definitely kill you,"

Poppy said smugly.

Yang Zhuihui tried to lift his feet, but both were entangled in the fleshy mass, rendering him immobile. His mind raced, but he couldn't think of a way to escape.

To buy time, Yang Zhuihui had to stall Poppy, asking, "Why did you join the Shangqing Palace?"

"I've said it before, as long as I can kill you, I'm willing to pay any price, even my own life!"

Poppy covered her face, smiling cruelly, and said, "You'll never understand the thrill of controlling someone else's life, like the feeling when you're having sex with a woman and she's at her most comfortable."

"You might as well say it's the feeling of me ejaculating inside you,"

Yang Zhuihui retorted sarcastically.

"Don't mention those things again!"

Poppy trembled all over. The fact that Yang Zhuihui had violated her in both orifices was still a nightmare for her. She even felt nauseous just recalling that scene. Moreover, she now had an aversion to cucumbers; the mere sight of one made her want to vomit, all thanks to Yang Zhuihui.

"I really can't leave now. Just tell me what you want,"

Yang Zhuihui conceded.

"It's a pity I can't kill you, otherwise I would definitely cut off your flesh piece by piece, make you eat it piece by piece, and finally rip out your heart."

Poppy walked towards Yang Zhuihui, her gaze icy.

As Poppy drew closer, Yang Zhuihui's hands, hidden behind his back, began to gather strength. Once he was sure she was within attack range, Yang Zhuihui unleashed a devastating strike. The unstoppable flow of true energy struck Poppy squarely in the chest. Poppy was sent flying, crashing against the earthen wall like a stray bullet, before landing slowly with her head tilted to one side.

Yang Zhuihui suppressed the true energy that was about to burst through his meridians, looked at the motionless Poppy, and said, "Someone like you absolutely cannot remain in this world, otherwise you will definitely kill many people!"

"Hehe."

Hearing Poppy's eerie laughter, the hairs on Yang Zhuihui's body stood on end.

The power of the Heaven-Shattering Strike was comparable to that of a cannon, and Poppy had been hit in the heart at close range. Even if her heart hadn't been pierced, she couldn't possibly be alive.

But Poppy was indeed still alive, only blood was trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Slowly rising to her feet, Poppy's eyes widened, flashing with an evil light as she spoke in a sinister tone: "A nine-tailed fox has nine lives. How could you possibly kill it with your meager abilities?"

"White fox, nine-tailed fox, Poppy..."

When Yang Zhuihui connected the two, his head exploded as if it were about to burst.

"I accepted the Shangqing Palace's transformation, allowing me to switch between a nine-tailed fox and a human, like this."

Poppy laughed, clutching her chest, and tossed her cloth hat aside. She deflated like a punctured balloon, her clothes and shorts falling to the ground. A very cute white fox was squatting on the ground, licking its forelegs with its little tongue.

Seeing this bizarre scene, Yang Zhuihui was filled with terror. He couldn't believe that the Shangqing Palace could accomplish such a shocking transformation experiment!

Having seen the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish and the Three-Headed Phoenix before, Yang Zhuihui was already used to such rare and exotic creatures. But when he saw a person transform into a white fox, he was almost driven mad. This was far more stimulating than the transformations of Xiaoyue and Shile, the mermaids.

Besides surprise and fear, Yang Zhuihui wanted nothing more than to grab the trashy author, Fengyoujing , and give him

a good dressing down. A perfectly good book, abandoned after only 50,000 words, with no explanation for the ending. If he had known that a genetically modified Shangqing Palace existed in the world of *Dianluan Daofeng*, Yang Zhuihui would rather die than choose to be reborn there.

Of course, if he had known the later plot, Yang Zhuihui would have definitely tried his best to avoid such a thing happening; finding one or two beautiful women to live a secluded life in the mountains would be better than being scared to death here.

In his imagination, the adorable white fox had already jumped onto Yang Zhuihui's shoulder, perched on his head, wagging its tail.

Jumping to the ground, the white fox turned to face Yang Zhuihui, its fur standing on end, letting out a startled cry. Its body began to change again, slowly transforming into a human form—a naked woman covered in white fur.

Head held high, hair tossed, Poppy, panting and covered in sweat, her eyes dim but quickly regaining their fierceness, stood naked before Yang Zhuihui, completely unashamed. She even pointed to her pubic hair-covered genitals and asked, "Do you really want to insert it here right now?"

Yang Zhuihui swallowed, speechless; everything had come so strangely.

"I know you do."

Taking advantage of Yang Zhuihui's momentary lapse in concentration, Poppy struck his acupoint, rendering him immobile.

"Tsk tsk, actually you're quite good-looking."

Poppy, her pubic hair slowly disappearing, reached out and stroked Yang Zhuihui's cheek. Her slender fingers moved to his crotch, pulling out his penis. Seeing it still limp like an eel, Poppy gently stroked it, humming a song Yang Zhuihui couldn't understand.

"What do you want?"

the submissive Yang Zhuihui cried out.

"To make you feel good."

Poppy grinned wickedly, already squatting down, her mouth taking the swollen penis into her mouth, slowly swallowing and releasing it.

Having someone perform oral sex on you should be a blissful thing, but at this moment, Yang Zhuihui's mind was filled with fear and doubt. He absolutely couldn't believe that Poppy, who hated him to the bone, would stoop so low as to perform oral sex on him. Did she intend to bite off his penis?

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly concentrated his inner energy in his dantian, but the erect penis destroyed any possibility of this. Yang Zhuihui couldn't concentrate his inner energy at all, instead causing his penis to become so erect that it almost hurt.

Poppy spat out Yang Zhuihui's large penis, licked the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and licked the engorged glans with the tip of her tongue, looking like a docile white fox.

“The Palace Master said he couldn’t kill you, but he didn’t say he couldn’t make you a eunuch. I once killed a man who was having sex with his woman. I had him tied to the bed, and then made the woman continue having sex with him. Just as he was about to ejaculate, I used my sword to cut off that ugly thing.”

Poppy stared intently at Yang Zhuihui’s pale face, sucking hard on his glans several times. “Then his blood gushed everywhere like a fountain, along with that disgusting liquid. Of course, watching the man scream in agony was the most satisfying part, and with that thing still inside the woman’s body, she was scared to death.”

After hearing Poppy’s account, Yang Zhuihui finally understood her purpose: she wanted to make him a eunuch, and at the very moment of ejaculation…

Horrible!

Poppy was truly a terrifying woman.

“Are you about to ejaculate?”

Poppy asked, sucking on his hot penis.

“Even if you suck for a year, I still won’t be able to ejaculate.”

“Is that so?”

Poppy stood up, pulled Yang Zhuihui’s hand and pressed it against her already wet private parts, controlling his fingers to slide back and forth along the crevice of her flesh, panting, “Then if I wrap it up with this, how long can you last?”

“Maybe you can try.”

“I won’t let you in again,”

Poppy shook off Yang Zhuihui’s hand, angry like a fighting rooster, her full breasts heaving with anger, her nipples seemingly hard and engorged.

“Hehe, it’s only right that you make me feel good before I die. If you release my acupoints, I will bring you even greater pleasure.”

Yang Zhuihui coaxed, as long as she could move freely, and with the use of the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, no matter how many lives Poppy had, Yang Zhuihui would suck her dry.

"Say that again!"

Poppy pressed her scallion finger against Yang Zhuihui's chin. "If it weren't for the Palace Master's orders, I would have killed you on your way to the capital. I wouldn't have spared your life until now."

"It seems I should prepare a gift to thank Shao Yuanjie."

"Actually... he also prepared a gift for you."

Poppy paced back and forth in front of Yang Zhuihui before starting to dress.

After putting on the wolf-tooth necklace and pulling the cloth hat over her head, Poppy stared at Yang Zhuihui's still-erect penis, smiled faintly, and walked towards him, saying, "I don't want to waste any more time. I've decided to use my fox claws to cut off that ugly thing of yours. But don't worry, at most you'll become a eunuch, you definitely won't die

." Feeling Poppy's cold fingers gripping his penis, Yang Zhuihui almost despaired. As Poppy gradually tightened her grip, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but cry out, "As long as you let me live, I will definitely make you die a horrible death!"

"Many people want you dead!"

Poppy's nails sharpened, like fox claws, and she thrust those claw-like nails towards Yang Zhuihui's glans.

Boom!

A loud crash shattered the temple door.

Before Poppy could react, a beautiful woman in white, wielding a sword, rushed towards her, the tip aimed at her throat. Poppy instinctively retreated several steps, about to retaliate, when the woman in white flung out a silken veil that wrapped around Yang Zhuihui's waist. With a forceful tug, Yang Zhuihui was sent flying.

The stunningly beautiful woman in white reached out and embraced Yang Zhuihui's waist, the sword tip striking the ground with a clang, and the two of them flew out of the temple like immortals.

The whole process happened too fast; Poppy had no time to react.

"Damn it!"

Poppy trembled with rage, completely unprepared for this unexpected turn of events.

A moment later, Poppy revealed a sinister smile, muttering to herself, "Heh, but it doesn't matter. Tomorrow you'll be utterly disgraced anyway."

She carried Yang Zhuihui to a street corner, where the woman in white casually released his pressure points.

She wore a white emerald green robe, a pleated skirt with scattered floral patterns and misty green grass, and a light blue emerald green gauze shawl. Her shoulders were like those of a sculpted figure, her waist slender, her skin like solidified cream, and her aura like a delicate orchid. Her eyes held the light of spring water, clear and sparkling. A hollowed-out gold hairpin, adorned with specks of purple jade, was slanted into her low-cut bun, its tassels cascading over her dark hair. Her beautiful face was more radiant than any flower, her fingers as slender as scallions, and her lips as red as cinnabar.

Faced with such a stunningly beautiful woman, Yang Zhuihui was stunned. Could it be... could this be a fairy bestowed upon him by heaven?

The woman in white pointed to Yang Zhuihui's genitals and turned away.

Chapter 175, Little Dragon Girl

Appears. Looking down, seeing his penis still exposed, Yang Zhuihui quickly hid it and grinned foolishly, "May I ask the fairy's name?"

"You've forgotten,"

the woman in white said softly.

Turning around, her cold face held no smile, as cold as ice, but her dark eyes were incredibly bright, as if she could see right through Yang Zhuihui's heart.

（忘记了？难道……难道这个美女和杨追悔是旧情人？

杨追悔脑子快速转动着，却想不出她是谁，只得装傻道：“噢，我想起来了，你怎么来这里了？”

通常这句话就可以套出对方的来历。

“师傅准许我出古墓，知道你来这儿了，师姐我便到此，只想见你一面。”

师姐……小龙女！

杨追悔就像中了头等奖般，伸手就想将眼前这个天生尤物揽进怀里，可又知道这一切不能太着急，否则很可能挨揍，所以便道：“其实我是不敢相信会再见到龙儿，所以我才那样子说的，在过儿心目中，师姐永远都是仙女，唉，这些日子我一直很想龙儿，怎奈师傅不近人情，我也只好逃出了古墓，经历了太多的事，但我从未忘记你，只希望有天能回到古墓与师姐团聚。”

"Enough, enough. One meeting is enough. You've settled down and started a family. I, a nobody, am just a passerby."

Xiaolongnu glanced at Yang Zhuihui and turned to leave.

"Senior Sister!"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Xiaolongnu's wrist and pulled her into his arms, saying, "After this encounter, I absolutely cannot let you go again. I want to be with Senior Sister for life!"

"Let go of me."

Xiaolongnu struggled slightly.

"If I let go, Senior Sister will leave me!"

Yang Zhuihui held Xiaolongnu tightly, inhaling the alluring fragrance emanating from her body. A primal urge spread through him; he wanted to use his penis to confirm whether Xiaolongnu was still a virgin.

In the original "The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Luan-Phoenix," Xiaolongnu lost her virginity to a Taoist priest, but Yang Guo had previously said otherwise. As for the truth, Yang Zhuihui would have to use his penis to investigate; only practice could yield a precise conclusion!

"We're already strangers, why won't you let go?"

Xiaolongnu murmured, her expression still cold, but her heart was churning. She seemed to hear Yang Zhuihui's heartbeat.

"I've always planned to propose to Master when I've achieved my great ambition, but it will take some time. I didn't expect you to mistakenly think I'm a fickle person. This really wasn't my intention."

Yang Zhuihui feigned sorrow, but he touched Xiaolongnu's delicate skin and fantasized about her ethereal beauty.

Xiaolongnu lowered her head and said, "No matter what, Master will never agree to us. It was like that before, and it's like that now. Bringing you into the Ancient Tomb was a mistake, letting Master take you in was a mistake, and our affinity is even more of a mistake. Rather than let the mistakes continue, wouldn't it be better to let go now?"

"No!"

Yang Zhuihui immediately rejected the idea, saying, "If you insist, then I'll have to find an iron chain to tie us together."

"Why are you so persistent?"

Gazing at the starry sky, Xiaolongnu murmured, "Then what do you want Long'er to do?"

"Be with me."

"I must return to the Ancient Tomb, otherwise Master will come to the capital to find me. You know Master's stubborn temper."

"Where there's a will, there's a way. I will definitely make Master understand my love for Senior Sister."

"This…"

After a moment of silence, Xiaolongnu said, "Then I'll stay with Guo'er for a few days, but… Guo'er is married. If someone knows I'm with you, wouldn't that be indecent?"

"As long as Senior Sister Long'er understands Guo'er's heart, that's enough. I'm definitely not a fickle person. It's just that some things are beyond my control, which is why I married Fu'er."

Xiaolongnu took a deep breath and said, "I must return to the Ancient Tomb in a few days. Let's not talk about those things while we're together, okay?"

"Hmm."

Yang Zhuihui had intended to hold Xiaolongnu's hand and walk towards Lanyue Pavilion, but she disagreed, so he could only walk alongside her.

From their first encounter, Yang Zhuihui could sense her love for Yang Guo. If Xiaolongnu knew that Yang Guo had already died at his hands, she would surely kill him immediately. Therefore, he had to be very careful in his conversations with her, not revealing any flaws.

Along the way, Yang Zhuihui talked to her about the Ancient Tomb and his master, avoiding any romantic topics. Only by gaining a deeper understanding could Yang Zhuihui determine if he could... Initial Implications: As for his master, who was more stubborn than a rock, Yang Zhuihui had no intention of harming her, at least not before seeing her face.

Having read the first 50,000 words of "The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Broken Phoenix," Yang Zhuihui was somewhat unclear about the relationship between himself and Xiaolongnu, especially whether they had shared a bed. Therefore, until he entered Lanyue Pavilion, Yang Zhuihui didn't ask Xiaolongnu if she wanted to sleep with him that night. If she agreed, that would be great.

Entering the room, Yang Zhuihui lit a candle and said seriously, "Senior Sister, you sleep on the bed tonight, I'll sleep on the floor."

“That won’t do.”

Yang Zhuihui had assumed Xiaolongnu agreed to share a bed, but she said, “Have you forgotten that your senior sister doesn’t have the habit of sleeping in a bed?”

With that, Xiaolongnu pulled off the silk gauze draped around her waist, flicked it, and the gauze snaked around the beams, wrapping the other end around the symmetrical beams. She spun around and landed on the gauze like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Looking at Xiaolongnu sleeping on only a single gauze, Yang Zhuihui was completely at a loss for words. He chuckled dryly and said, “Senior sister certainly has a refined taste.”

“It’s a habit,”

Xiaolongnu said calmly, looking at Yang Zhuihui. “You have to go to court tomorrow, remember to rest early.”

“Thank you for your concern, senior sister.”

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui continued, “If senior sister isn’t comfortable sleeping up there, you can come to the bed. Senior sister, don’t misunderstand, I have no improper thoughts.”

"I know your character, rest well."

If Xiaolongnu truly knew Yang Zhuihui's nature, she would surely draw her sword and kill him immediately.

Yang Zhuihui blew out the candle, took off his robe, and lay on the bed. By

the dim moonlight, he gazed at Xiaolongnu. She was as still as a virgin, yet as swift as a rabbit.

Her beauty was breathtaking, her mind pure and intelligent, and she appeared as pristine as a fairy. Any man who saw such a beauty would want to possess her, let alone Yang Zhuihui, the man who had once taken Xiaolongnu's puppet as his life partner.

There was no doubt that Yang Zhuihui wanted to sleep with Xiaolongnu; he just didn't know how to do it.

Tossing and turning in bed, Yang Zhuihui couldn't sleep. Bored, he started masturbating while watching Xiaolongnu, just like when he used to masturbate while watching porn, except now it was a real person in front of him, a real person he couldn't touch. "Still not asleep?"

Xiaolongnu asked, hearing the noise.

Yang Zhuihui quickly let go of her hand and said, "Almost."

Luckily, his bed was in shadow, otherwise Xiaolongnu would have been furious if she saw him masturbating.

"I need to use the restroom."

Yang Zhuihui got up, put on his robe, and went out.

Passing by Zhou Buxian and Amur's room, he heard Amur's heavy breathing. Peeking through the window paper, he saw Amur lying on the edge of the bed, Zhou Buxian thrusting into him from behind, both completely naked.

Seeing men having sex with men, Yang Zhuihui felt a little uneasy, even disgusted, and quickly walked away.

Early the next morning, the Imperial Guards, led by Lu Bing, arrived at Lan Yue Xuan to escort them to the palace.

Leaving Xiaolongnu inside, the impeccably dressed Yang Zhuihui, along with the envoys from Jianzhou and Haixi Jurchen tribes, boarded an official sedan chair and headed for the palace.

Since ancient times, the imperial palace had been a place of intrigue and bloodshed; the changing of dynasties was inevitably stained with blood. Even if it appeared clean, it might still hold countless corpses, and the inner palace was no exception.

Upon reaching the Taiji Hall, Yang Zhuihui saw Ruan Feifeng, with several ministers whispering beside her, including Xu Jie and Yan Song.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui approach, the ministers respectfully rolled up their sleeves and bowed their heads.

"Heroes have always emerged from among the young, indeed,"

Yan Song said with a smile .

"This is all thanks to Lord Yan's strong recommendation that day,"

Yang Zhuihui said, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Please,"

the chief eunuch Liu Guancai led Yang Zhuihui and his party into the Taiji Hall, informed Jiajing, and then stepped aside.

Yang Zhuihui had assumed this was just an ordinary morning court session, but he was surprised to find the Taiji Hall filled with low tables piled high with tributes such as grapes from the Western Regions, top-quality green fruits, Fenjiu liquor, and layered cakes. Several palace maids stood behind them, each holding a large feather fan. Their pale green, floral palace dresses were draped with a layer of golden gauze, giving them an air of extreme nobility. The palace maids were like this, and so was Consort Yao Ling'er, who sat beside Jiajing .

Upon seeing Yao Ling'er, Yang Zhuihui quickly lowered his head.

"Please take a seat,"

Jiajing, his face ashen, announced loudly.

After the envoy and Yang Zhuihui were seated, the ministers who had been waiting outside entered the Taiji Hall one after another and took their places.

Jiajing placed his hands on either side of the dragon throne and smiled, "To receive the aid of the Jurchen people is truly a blessing for the Ming Dynasty. I toast the three of you!" As soon as

he finished speaking, the palace maids responsible for pouring wine quickly brought the poured Fenjiu to Jiajing.

Jiajing raised his wine cup and downed it in one gulp with great gusto. The three envoys, including Ruan Feifeng, followed suit. Of the three, only Ruan Feifeng understood the Ming language, so she had to occasionally remind them.

Taking a silk handkerchief from a palace maid and wiping his mouth, Jiajing continued, "Ministers, please don't stand on ceremony, eat and drink."

With the emperor's order, they naturally raised their cups in toast. This was also a perfect opportunity for flattery.

"The banquet was originally intended for the evening, but I need to practice meditation and review memorials, so I have no choice but to host the three envoys now. I hope you will understand."

"Your Majesty is wise!"

As long as it was the emperor's flattery, regardless of the timing, ministers would still try to curry favor.

"Yang Guo, your service this time is indispensable. Last time I bestowed upon you the title of General Wude, and this time I wish to bestow upon you the title of General Huaiyuan. Step forward to receive your investiture!"

Yang Zhuihui had no interest in such titles, but for now he had to feign flattery, otherwise he might disappoint this dog emperor and be executed.

He hurriedly rose and walked to the foot of the hall, bowing and awaiting his reward.

Looking at Yang Zhuihui, Yao Ling'er clenched her fists tightly, her eyes flashing with a sinister light, thinking, "You're doomed this time."

Just as Jiajing was about to speak, Yang Zhuihui raised his head, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, and charged towards Jiajing in two strides, shouting, "You dog emperor, I'll kill you!"

Yang Zhuihui's uncharacteristic behavior stunned everyone present.

Everything was still unprepared, yet Yang Zhuihui planned to overthrow the Ming Dynasty—how could this be possible?

Just as he leaped into the air, Yang Zhuihui fell to the ground like a broken-winged dove. He slowly raised his head, completely bewildered by what had just happened. Turning his head, he saw the Imperial Guards rushing into the hall…

Chapter 176, Empress Zhang

. Yang Zhuihui knelt on the ground, covered in cold sweat, his eyes wide as he watched the Imperial Guards, swords raised, surround him, utterly bewildered. His mind was a jumbled mess, replaying the bizarre scene from just moments before: the recipient of the reward was trying to kill the current emperor!

This was absolutely a capital offense!

“Seize this traitorous son!”

Jiajing roared, leaping up like a monkey. Yao Ling’er, sitting beside him, remained calm, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

With Yang Zhuihui’s current martial arts skills, stopping the Imperial Guards would be a piece of cake. Moreover, their leader was Lu Bing, who was under his command. If Yang Zhuihui uttered a single word, Lu Bing would turn against him, becoming his shield and spear. However…

considering the safety of Fu’er and the others, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to surrender.

The Imperial Guards seized Yang Zhuihui, pinning him to the ground to await Jiajing's judgment.

"I regard you as a pillar of the nation, yet you insulted me in front of ministers and foreign envoys, and even attempted assassination! Yang Guo, this is treason! Guards, take him out and execute him!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down."

Xu Jie hurriedly bowed and stepped forward, saying, "Please reconsider, please hear his explanation before making a decision."

"The Minister is right, Your Majesty, please don't let anger harm your health."

Yao Ling'er smiled.

Jiajing stared coldly at Yang Zhuihui and asked, "Yang Guo, considering your numerous military achievements, I wish to hear your explanation."

"Your Majesty, I..."

How could Yang Zhuihui explain? Should he say he was mentally deranged?

"Damn it! " Yao Ling'er sighed.

"Looks like he's tacitly agreeing. " Yang Zhuihui glared at Yao Ling'er, wishing he could jump up and rape her. "Throw him into the dungeon and await further orders. I have a headache. The two ministers are in charge of entertaining the foreign envoys. I'll go back to my palace to rest." Jiajing, looking furious, got up and left. Yao Ling'er glared at Yang Zhuihui and followed Jiajing away. The Imperial Guards then grabbed Yang Zhuihui and dragged him out of the Taiji Hall. Ruan Feifeng's eyes, hidden behind her mask, were filled with terror. She had no idea what to do. She could barely breathe and just hoped it was all a dream, but the dream felt too real. Forced to change into prison clothes and handcuffed, Yang Zhuihui was locked in the most remote corner of the dungeon. The iron gate was locked, and the jailer spat on the ground and snorted, "This is a death row cell. No matter if you're a member of the royal family or a minister who used to be arrogant, you'll never leave here unless you're about to be executed!"

The jailer laughed a few times, staggered away, and hiccuped several times.

Yang Zhuihui didn't want to pay any attention to such a despicable person, and simply observed the structure of the prison. Everywhere he looked were iron pillars as thick as arms, withered yellow grass, damp walls, and a window the size of a head located on a wall more than ten feet high. Besides these, there were streaks of blood on the walls, long since dried, left by some unfortunate tortured soul.

With a long sigh, Yang Zhuihui wondered what had gotten into him that he had gone to assassinate that dog of an emperor. Was he having some kind of menstrual disorder?

Thinking of Yao Ling'er's malicious smile, Yang Zhuihui felt that everything was related to her, or perhaps it was just schadenfreude. Who told him to drug and rape her repeatedly, even anally, and steal her undergarment and panties?

If only Yang Zhuihui had brought her undergarment and panties with him, and had just thrown them at Jiajing's face to see his reaction!

Reaching the iron bars, Yang Zhuihui touched the filthy iron pillars. He knew countless hands had touched this place—the most heinous criminals, the most loyal and innocent victims—all had been there. Was he among the former or the latter?

Good and evil are usually relative. In Yao Ling'er's eyes, Yang Zhuihui, the man who raped her, was a villain. But in the eyes of San Niang, Xiao Yue, Huang Rong, and others, Yang Zhuihui was a good person.

Thinking of the erotic scene of him having sex with Yao Ling'er from behind, Yang Zhuihui still couldn't understand—how could a noble concubine go to Qiongzhou to play the role of a prostitute?

Unless…

Yang Zhuihui frowned deeply. If everything was really as he imagined, the situation would likely become even more complicated. He had already linked the deaths of Xuan Zhibu and the others to Yao Ling'er, but why had Ran Ji escaped unscathed?

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind; Yang Zhuihui's head was about to explode. He decided to stop thinking about these chaotic things.

The only thing to rest on in the cell was a pile of withered grass, so Yang Zhuihui decided to lie down and get some rest. Just as he was about to lie down, he felt the pile of grass move slightly. Looking closer, he almost jumped up – one foot was sticking out! A bound foot!

Was there a woman under the grass? Or was it just one foot?

To clear his head, Yang Zhuihui kicked away the grass little by little, and a woman lying there gradually came into view.

She was wearing prison clothes just like Yang Zhuihui, but these clothes were tattered and stained with dried, blackened blood. Because she was lying face down, Yang Zhuihui couldn't see her face clearly, but just looking at her shapely buttocks and perfect body curves, he instinctively felt she must be a beauty.

Of course, she could also be a beauty only from behind.

Regardless, Yang Zhuihui still needed to determine if she was alive or dead.

Yang Zhuihui squatted down, grasped her wrist, and saw that her pulse was still beating, albeit erratically. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How did you get here?"

The woman only twitched her fingers erratically a few times, without any other reaction.

Yang Zhuihui gently turned her over, looking at her dirty face. Although not a beauty of unparalleled grace, she was still naturally beautiful, but her current sickly state concealed all her beauty.

Her lips were wrinkled and pale, her eyes were tightly closed, and her hair was disheveled like straw.

Judging from her appearance alone, this woman should be around forty years old, but the skin exposed by her slightly open collar was still quite fair and delicate. If she were to take a bath and change into clean clothes, she would probably be a graceful and presentable woman.

Glancing at her high breasts, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Madam, are you alright?"

She moved her lips, but could not utter a single word.

Seeing her so weak, Yang Zhuihui said, "I'll go get someone to help you treat your illness."

Just as he was about to get up, she suddenly grabbed his arm, her whole body trembling. Her lips moved several times, her voice barely audible, "No...don't..."

Yang Zhuihui accidentally caught a glimpse of the corner of her undergarment, noticing the gold thread sewn along the edge. He knew her identity was definitely extraordinary and wanted to use his inner energy to help her regain some strength.

At that moment, footsteps sounded.

Yang Zhuihui quickly covered her body with dry grass and strolled casually around the cell.

"Eat!"

The jailer placed a bowl of rice mixed with vegetables and a bowl of water in front of the cell and left. Knowing the woman was about to collapse, Yang Zhuihui had her lie on his lap and fed her water little by little. Survival instinct made the woman open her mouth wide; otherwise, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't have known how to feed her water!

After drinking most of the water, the woman coughed several times, her fingers gripping Yang Zhuihui's clothes tightly. She weakly said, "Thank you..."

Seeing that she still couldn't open her eyes, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Let me get you some more rice."

"Thank you."

Knowing that the woman hadn't eaten for a long time and her stomach couldn't digest the dry rice, Yang Zhuihui mixed the remaining water and rice together and fed it to her like porridge.

A quarter of an hour later, the woman finally finished the rice. Exhausted, she fell asleep with her head on Yang Zhuihui's lap.

Looking at her rhythmically rising and falling breasts, Yang Zhuihui felt slightly relieved.

An hour later, the woman finally woke up, reaching out to touch Yang Zhuihui's cheek, and asked, "Who are you?"

Only then did Yang Zhuihui realize she was blind! Startled, Yang Zhuihui replied, "My name is Yang Guo."

"Hehe, Yang Guo, were you taken in by Guo Jing and Huang Rong?"

Seeing that she knew this, Yang Zhuihui was even more surprised, wondering if she might also be Yang Guo's old flame? After much thought, Yang Zhuihui felt the possibility was extremely small, because the first 50,000 words of "The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Broken Phoenix" involved very few women, almost all of whom were from the puppet collection Yang Zhuihui had previously gathered. So who could she be?

"Yes, that's right. How did Madam fall to such a state?"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly asked.

"Hehe, it's a long story."

She smiled and softly recited: "The ancient palace is desolate, the palace flowers bloom sadly red. White-haired palace maids remain, idly talking about Emperor Xuanzong."

Listening to the verses, Yang Zhuihui roughly determined that she was a concubine who had been banished to the cold palace, but this was a death row cell, not some cold palace.

To ascertain her true identity, Yang Zhuihui asked directly, "May I ask your honorable name, Madam?"

"My humble surname is Zhang, Zhang Binu."

"Zhang Binu..."

Yang Zhuihui murmured, then suddenly shuddered as if ejaculating, and urgently asked, "Madam is the Empress Zhang, the mother of the nation?"

"Indeed, alas..."

Zhang Binu sighed softly, saying, "The higher one flies, the harder one falls; I know this well."

Yang Zhuihui stared at her face in disbelief, yet felt she had no reason to lie to him, so he asked, "Then how did Empress Zhang fall to such a state?"

"It's a long story..."

Zhang Binu then recounted her ordeal to Yang Zhuihui in detail: "Since Consort Yao entered the palace, I have fallen out of favor; knowing my beauty has faded, I had no more hopes, only wishing to watch Chutong grow up and get married. But one night, I was kidnapped in the middle of the night, and when I woke up, I was here, blind. Knowing this was a death row cell, I begged the jailers for help, but they said Empress Zhang was perfectly fine in the palace, and if I lied again, they would kill me."

Yang Zhuihui asked, "This does sound a bit unbelievable, Your Majesty. Have you offended anyone?"

"I have always stayed in the inner palace, content with my lot, and could not possibly have offended anyone."

"Where is Yao Ling'er?"

"Consort Yao..."

Zhang Binu fell into thought, and after a while, she finally spoke, "This humble concubine remembers seeing her chatting with Daoist Shao from Shangqing Palace once, but this humble concubine doesn't remember what they were talking about."

Yang Zhuihui's expression was solemn. It seemed that he had always underestimated Yao Ling'er; he hadn't expected her to be from Shangqing Palace as well!

"Have you seen my daughter, Chu Tong?"

Zhang Binu asked.

"I just arrived in the capital and haven't seen the princess yet,"

Yang Zhuihui replied truthfully.

In fact, he had no idea of Princess Chu Tong's existence, after all, he was a transmigrator.

"I'm very worried about her safety."

After a pause, Zhang Binu asked, "How did you come to be here?"

Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to tell Zhang Binu what had happened in the Taiji Hall.

"How could this happen?"

Zhang Binu exclaimed, "This is impossible! No normal person would do such a thing. Emperor regicide! In serious cases, it can lead to the extermination of nine generations of one's family."

Chapter 177, The Gentle Empress

"Perhaps I was just not normal at that moment."

"It's such a pity. Young Master Yang could have risen to great heights,"

Zhang Binu sighed.

"I never thought about getting rich or powerful. Now I need to think about how to leave here."

Using the Heaven-Shattering Strike, he could smash through the iron bars, making escape very easy. However, if the cleanup wasn't done well, Guo Fu might be implicated; and if that damned emperor listened to the sweet talk of Yao Ling'er and Yan Song, even Huang Rong might be in danger.

Yang Zhuihui's death would be the end of it all, but how could he bear to leave those beautiful women widowed? He still wanted to use his large penis to give them a life of sexual bliss. After

much deliberation, as dusk fell, torches were lit outside the prison, and dinner was brought in.

The jailer glanced at Zhang Binu a few times and said, "I thought you were already dead. I was going to wrap you up and bury you, but I didn't expect you to still be clinging to life. It seems I'll have to throw you into another cell."

"Brother, I'm about to die too. Before I die, let me have some blood before I die!"

Saying this, Yang Zhuihui pulled Zhang Binu into his arms.

"Young Master..."

Zhang Binu was clearly a little surprised.

"Tsk tsk, you still want food even though they all look like beggars. Looks like you have some unique taste."

The jailer gave them a few disgusted looks, turned and left. A moment later, he threw another dish in front of the cell, adding, "Feeding a dog would be better than feeding you. What a waste!"

Watching the jailer walk away, Yang Zhuihui clenched his fist and said, "Even a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs. These jailers dare to mess with me."

"Hehe, if you give them some silver, you can eat and drink whatever you want."

"The jailers took all my clothes, I'm penniless now."

Yang Zhuihui shrugged, picked up the dish, and said, "If you're not full, I have more. You should take care of yourself first."

"I understand. Thanks to Young Master Yang, otherwise I would have died here."

Zhang Binu ate slowly, still very generous and dignified despite her dire situation.

Not hearing Yang Zhuihui touch his chopsticks, Zhang Binu asked, "Is the food tasteless?"

"I don't know, I just have no appetite,"

Yang Zhuihui replied truthfully.

“You have to eat something no matter what. Young Master Yang just urged me to eat more!”

With that, Zhang Binu picked up a piece of water spinach and held it to Yang Zhuihui’s nostrils. “I served His Majesty like this before, and I’ll serve you like this today. Eat!”

Blind Zhang Binu thought she was feeding Yang Zhuihui to his mouth, but she didn’t realize she was feeding him to his nose.

“Perhaps one day I’ll be sitting in his place,”

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, opening his mouth to eat.

After feeding Yang Zhuihui a few times, Zhang Binu quietly switched the chopsticks after his lips touched them, continuing to eat herself. Unbeknownst to her, Yang Zhuihui had seen this small action and couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed the Empress was also a very clean person.

After dinner, Zhang Binu rested on Yang Zhuihui’s lap as before, occasionally asking if she was making him uncomfortable. She wondered how the Empress would react if Yang Zhuihui said he had gotten an erection.

Yang Zhuihui regretted raping Yao Ling'er twice, cuckolding Jiajing. If he were to rape the Empress now, it would be like cuckolding him twice.

He glanced at Zhang Binu, who was filthy, and decided to temporarily abandon his plan to rape her. Thinking it over, Yang Zhuihui concluded that the Empress must have offended Yao Ling'er to suffer such a fate. But why hadn't the palace sent anyone to search for the missing Empress? Or perhaps… a fake Empress Zhang had taken Zhang Binu's place?

The Shangqing Palace could create lewd beasts and flesh beasts, and could transform poppies into white foxes; creating a fake Empress Zhang would be extremely easy. Yang Zhuihui even worried that they might create a fake version of himself, and then… Yang

Zhuihui shuddered, afraid to think any further, and only wanted to rest.

Just after 7 PM, Yang Zhuihui fell asleep, and Zhang Binu also slept soundly.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Binu woke up and softly called Yang Zhuihui twice. Making sure he was asleep, she pulled down her collar, revealing a fiery red bodice that exposed the deep cleavage between her breasts. The bodice seemed barely able to contain her ample bosom.

One hand gripped the edge of the bodice, while the other tore off the gold thread. Occasionally, she would unconsciously glance up at Yang Zhuihui, but being blind, all she saw was darkness. This was merely to reassure herself.

At first, she had kept her prison uniform covering her lower body, but to remove the gold thread from the bottom edge of the bodice, she had to remove the entire garment. In the torchlight, her exposed skin was as smooth as jade, the filth unable to conceal her beauty. However, several scars on her back made her beauty all the more poignant.

After removing the gold thread from the bodice, she quickly put her prison uniform back on, her rapid breathing finally returning to normal.

After doing all this, Zhang Binu tucked the gold thread into her pocket and went back to sleep.

Before dawn, hearing the jailer's footsteps, Zhang Binu relied on her senses to walk to the cell door, handed the gold thread to the jailer, whispered a few words, and then groped her way back to Yang Zhuihui's side, lying down on his lap to continue sleeping.

Yang Zhuihui slept soundly until the jailer's noise woke him. Seeing the jailer open the cell door and place a fragrant roast chicken on the ground, his mouth watered. Waking Zhang Binu, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly ran to take the roast chicken.

"They've improved the food today!"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed the steaming roast chicken, feeling an indescribable joy.

"It smells quite good,"

Zhang Binu said with a smile.

"This is for you."

Yang Zhuihui tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Zhang Binu.

"Thank you, young master."

Feeling the warmth, Zhang Binu grabbed the chicken leg and, with delicate fingers, began to savor it.

Yang Zhuihui wolfed down most of the chicken, feeling an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. He even wiped the grease from his mouth onto his prison uniform, not caring about such things now that he was a prisoner.

Worried that Zhang Binu might be hungry, Yang Zhuihui offered her the other chicken leg, but she declined his offer.

Tossing the remaining skeleton aside, Yang Zhuihui patted his stomach and sighed, "I never thought chicken tasted this good before, but it's surprisingly delicious in a place like this."

Typical self-deception!

"If you find it delicious, young master,"

Zhang Binu said, looking at Yang Zhuihui, hoping to see his smile, but all she saw was endless darkness. A little disappointed, she could only force a smile.

Soon, the jailer brought food and water.

Yang Zhuihui spent the day bored, while Zhang Binu slept almost the entire time to replenish her energy. So Yang Zhuihui was left alone to idly watch, occasionally slipping his hand into his pants, stroking his penis while gazing at Zhang Binu's face. Bright eyes, white teeth, arched eyebrows, full cheeks—even a little washing made her so alluring. If she were to take a proper bath and change into that phoenix robe symbolizing power, she would be absolutely magnificent! As

darkness fell, the jailer lit the torches again.

After eating some dinner, Yang Zhuihui began to sit cross-legged to regulate his breathing; otherwise, his bones would be stiff.

The true qi originated from the lower dantian, passed through the perineum, the anus, along the Du meridian of the spine, reaching the coccyx, the Jiaji point, and the Yuzhen point, then to the Shenting point on the top of the head. From there, it branched off at the cheeks, converging at the Yingxiang point, crossing the Queqiao point, flowing through the Ren and Du meridians, and returning to the dantian along the center of the chest and abdomen.

This cycle was repeated three times before Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes. The simple three small cycles had taken over an hour; it seemed that regulating his breathing was a good way to pass the time. However, Yang Zhuihui usually spent his time among the women, rarely having the opportunity to regulate his breathing.

With a clearer mind, Yang Zhuihui stared at the Empress, noticing her frequent glances in his direction, and asked, "Your Majesty, are you still awake?"

"Oh, I was planning to wait until you finished your practice before sleeping,"

Zhang Binu quickly explained.

"The floor is too hard, the grass too dirty; it seems my thighs are more suitable as Your Majesty's pillow."

Yang Zhuihui walked over, sat on the ground, and took Zhang Binu's hand, placing it on his thigh.

Zhang Binu, resting her head on Yang Zhuihui's lap, seemed a little awkward. She said, "Don't call me 'Your Highness,' just call me Madam Zhang, or Binu, it's fine."

"Madam Zhang."

"Hmm."

"Go to sleep early. You look much better today, keep it up."

"You too."

Zhang Binu smiled faintly.

At this moment, two jailers approached, one after the other, carrying lanterns. A beautiful woman in a floor-length yellow ancient-patterned double-butterfly cloud-shaped skirt walked in the middle—it was none other than the venomous Consort Yao Ling'er.

The jailers placed the lanterns, and Yao Ling'er ordered them to leave.

"Long time no see,"

Yao Ling'er sneered, her eyes more sinister than a venomous snake.

"Consort Yao?"

Zhang Binu was startled.

Yang Zhuihui helped Zhang Binu to her feet, then looked at Yao Ling'er and asked, "Did you come here to see how pathetic I am, or to comfort me with your body?"

"You've humiliated me, the Imperial Concubine, time and again. Not casting you out is the greatest mercy

I can show," Yao Ling'er said, taking a folded document from her sleeve and throwing it in front of Yang Zhuihui. "This is His Majesty's decree. You'll be exiled to the army tomorrow at noon. You'd better behave yourself! Otherwise, your lawfully wedded wife, Guo Fu, will be a widow."

"With your venomous heart, how could you let me go?"

Yang Zhuihui said dismissively.

"This is my great kindness to you. You should be kowtowing to thank me, hmph!"

"Imperial Concubine Yao, how is my daughter?"

Zhang Binu asked, completely unaware that she had been framed by Yao Ling'er.

Yao Ling'er glanced at Zhang Binu with disgust and said, "What are you? You stink!"

"She's the current Empress. You can't possibly forget her, and... you even harmed her!"

Yang Zhuihui sneered.

"I harmed her? Tsk tsk, don't talk nonsense without evidence. Empress Zhang is still in the palace. I was having tea with her yesterday."

"You're lying through your teeth."

Yang Zhuihui rushed towards Yao Ling'er excitedly, his anklets clattering on the ground.

Looking at this woman, beautiful yet venomous, through the iron bars, Yang Zhuihui asked, "In Qiongzhou, several martial arts masters were murdered. I believe it was your doing, wasn't it?"

"I've never been to Qiongzhou?"

Yao Ling'er scoffed. "How could I, a noble consort, possibly go to such a barbaric place? If you want to frame someone, you should at least target the right person!"

"Now there's no one else here, only me, you, and the blind Empress. You can tear off your mask and let me know what I want to know."

Yao Ling'er suddenly grabbed a pillar and cried out, "Don't mention Qiongzhou again! That's my lifelong shame!"

"But I know you're very comfortable, so comfortable that you're still moaning even when you're dizzy."

Yang Zhuihui remained unyielding.

Yao Ling'er took two steps back, patted her chest, and said, "Since you're finished anyway, I'll let you know some things. Yes, I killed those old geezers, so what?"

"What about Yideng?"

"He betrayed others to get the Nine Yin Manual. I killed the others, and you escaped. That's what happened. Is there anything else you want to know?"

Chapter 178, Master's Junior Sister

"A Buddhist disciple actually..."

"Everyone has desires. He wanted to improve his martial arts and cooperated with me. What's wrong with that?"

"You're from the Shangqing Palace, right?"

Yao Ling'er shrugged and said, "I'm a follower of the Shangqing Palace, just like His Majesty."

"Then why were I acting so strangely in the main hall?"

"That's a question for you to answer. Alright, I'm just here to deliver the imperial decree. I should go back now. Enjoy the rest of your time."

Glancing at Zhang Binu, Yao Ling'er turned and walked away, muttering, "That bitch is still alive! I'll kill her tomorrow!"

After Yao Ling'er left, Yang Zhuihui deliberately read the imperial decree by lantern light. Knowing he would be exiled to the frontier tomorrow, he felt utterly hopeless.

"Young Master, what's going on?"

Zhang Binu, completely unsuspecting, asked.

"I should leave here too, but..."

Yang Zhuihui casually tossed the imperial decree into a corner, saying, "A person can be free of all attachments, able to go anywhere, but when their heart begins to care for certain people, ties are formed, making it impossible to come and go freely."

"Young Master, if you can leave here, then leave! Otherwise, if you're exiled tomorrow, it will be impossible to return to the capital or Dushi City. Binu is just a woman; her death is not a pity,"

Zhang Binu hurriedly said, mistakenly believing Yang Zhuihui was referring to her own ties.

"If I escape from here, it will implicate many more people, not just your life or death,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"I understand the bond. I'm so worried about Chutong."

"She is a princess of the Ming Dynasty. Yaoling'er wouldn't dare to act recklessly,"

Yang Zhuihui comforted her.

In truth, he wasn't sure if Princess Chutong had been harmed. With Yaoling'er's scorpion-like nature, she was capable of any evil deed; one couldn't apply normal human thinking to her.

After chatting with Zhang Binu for a while, Yang Zhuihui let her rest her head on his lap to fall asleep, while he himself became lost in complicated thoughts.

In the middle of the night

,

several screams woke Yang Zhuihui.

"Guo'er, it's me."

A man in black flashed to the front of the cell, opened the door with a key he'd snatched from the jailer, and pulled off his mask, revealing himself to be the stunningly beautiful Xiaolongnü. Seeing a woman lying on Yang Zhuihui's lap, Xiaolongnü's expression changed slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm late. Come with me quickly."

Yang Zhuihui truly wanted to abandon everything and follow Xiaolongnü, but the crime of escaping from prison implicated more than just himself. So he shook his head, saying, "If I leave, Huang Rong and her family will be implicated, and the defenses of Dushi City will weaken. If the Tatars attack, the Ming Dynasty will be in grave danger."

Xiaolongnü was clearly surprised. She had always remembered Yang Zhuihui as a carefree and unrestrained man, never imagining he would care about national affairs. But now, she only hoped for Yang Zhuihui's safety, so she said, "I can't worry about that now. You come with me!"

"I'm sorry."

"At worst, we'll go to Dushi City tonight and have them come with us!"

“Senior Sister, you still don’t understand the meaning of ‘Regret.’ Regret is because I fear the common people of the Ming Dynasty will be persecuted by the Tatars.”

“You!”

Xiaolongnu was speechless for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, “Are you coming with me or not?”

“I have my own plan. Senior Sister, go back to Lanyue Pavilion and wait for me.”

Xiaolongnu smiled, her lips slightly parted, and said, “You’re still so stubborn. Fine! Fine! Anyway, I’ll keep an eye on the court’s movements these next few days. If they’re still in jail when they’re trying to harm you, I’ll definitely rescue you.”

Xiaolongnu pulled up her veil, turned around, locked the prison door, and instructed, “Be careful. Senior Sister will be waiting for you at Lanyue Pavilion.”

“Senior Sister, take care.”

“You too.”

A trace of melancholy flashed in Xiaolongnu’s bright eyes. She glanced at Yang Zhuihui a few more times before quickly leaving. Soon after, Yang Zhuihui heard the prison guards’ screams again. It seemed he had been beaten by Xiaolongnu again.

Less than half an hour later, Yang Zhuihui heard the jailer's screams again. He felt a little uneasy. Had Xiaolongnu come to break him out of prison again?

As he pondered this, a man in black opened the door with a key.

By the firelight, Yang Zhuihui carefully examined the man in black. He was certain it was a woman, slightly more voluptuous than Xiaolongnu and a head taller. Judging from her practiced movements, Yang Zhuihui wondered if she might be Huang Rong. But would Huang Rong break him out of prison?

The man in black kicked the door open and said, "Come with me!"

Yang Zhuihui had never heard this voice before and had no idea what her intentions were.

"Hurry up!"

the man in black urged.

"I can't leave,"

Yang Zhuihui was about to spout his patriotic rhetoric again.

"You must go. You can't die here!"

The man in black strode towards Yang Zhuihui, grabbed his shoulder, his fingers locking around his shoulder blade, trying to pull him up.

Yang Zhuihui quickly grabbed the black-clad man's hand with his other hand. With a surge of internal force, the black-clad man had no choice but to release his grip and take several steps back. Shaking his slightly numb hand, he laughed, "Such a young age, yet your internal strength is so exquisite. With diligent practice, you will definitely become a rare master."

"I'm sure I don't know you."

Glancing at Zhang Binu, seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Yang Zhuihui felt slightly relieved.

"But I know your master,"

the black-clad man said.

"Lin Chaoying?"

"The other one."

"The Divine Nun of the South Sea?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed in surprise.

"Exactly."

The black-clad man smiled smugly and said, "That's why I came to rescue you. Otherwise, do you think I'd be doing this for no reason, running to the prison to rescue a complete stranger? You must come with me; we can't let the Lingxiao Sect's incense burn out."

"I really can't leave here. I appreciate your kindness, senior."

The black-clad man stared at Zhang Binu and said, "Do you intend to practice the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon with this woman here?"

"How does senior know about the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon?"

Yang Zhuihui was surprised again.

“To be honest, I am Ling Wanbai, the senior sister of the South Sea Divine Nun. I also contributed to your creation of the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon. Which form are you currently practicing?”

“The third form.”

“Your progress is quite slow.”

After a pause, Ling Wanbai continued, “Have you read the incantations for the next six forms?”

“I only read the fifth form, because…”

Remembering those words, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly asked, “Do I really have to practice the fifth form before I can see the incantation for the sixth form?”

“You must proceed step by step. Just practice according to the manual. You should break through to the fifth form as soon as possible. Give me your hand.”

Ling Wanbai half-squatted down and took Yang Zhuihui’s pulse.

A moment later…

"It seems you've also practiced that seemingly righteous yet malevolent Yin-Sucking Heart Technique."

Ling Wanbai stared at Yang Zhuihui's face and continued, "An invulnerable body is indeed the dream of martial arts masters, but compared to the sorcery of the Shangqing Palace, your abilities are nothing. Even if you are proficient in sword techniques like Frost and Snow Flying Sword and Garan Asking Buddha, you still can't defeat the Shangqing Palace; at most, you can only protect yourself. If you want the Lingxiao Sect to enter the Central Plains, the biggest enemy is actually the Shangqing Palace; the Shangqing Palace has infiltrated the court, and you have a long way to go. You must quickly cultivate to the ninth form, integrate all nine forms, and reach the state of Sword Heart Clarity."

"Uncle-Master, your tone is similar to my master's. May I show you my face?"

"You, a disciple who practices the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon, do you want to take liberties with every woman?"

Ling Wanbai pulled up her veil, revealing white teeth and red lips, willow-leaf eyes and light eyebrows; she looked to be only about twenty years old.

Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but sigh, "Master Uncle is so young."

Before Yang Zhuihui could finish admiring her, Ling Wanbai pulled up her face mask and said, "Time is running out. You must leave with me."

"I can't implicate Fu'er..."

Before Yang Zhuihui could finish speaking, a commotion of footsteps broke the silence.

"Damn it!"

Ling Wanbai growled, leaping up and hiding like a gecko in a dark corner of the prison.

Yao Ling'er and several Imperial Guards arrived at the prison. The suspicious Yao Ling'er scanned every corner of the prison but didn't find Ling Wanbai hiding behind the screen.

"Feed him this."

Yao Ling'er stepped aside and said coldly, "I heard someone came to rescue you before, but you still won't leave. To make you obediently go on your way, the Emperor has issued an imperial edict requiring you to take the muscle-relaxing powder."

"You won't rest until you've driven me to the brink, will you!"

Yang Zhuihui's eyes were bloodshot, wishing he could rape and kill Yao Ling'er.

Two Imperial Guards approached Yang Zhuihui, but Ling Wanbai, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly appeared. She struck each of the guards in the chest with her left and right palms, the force of the blows causing them to vomit blood. Their bodies flew backward like sandbags, crashing into a pillar, their heads lolling to the side, lifeless.

"Catch the assassin!"

Yao Ling'er quickly retreated, allowing the remaining four Imperial Guards to charge.

Ling Wanbai's palms struck out like phantoms, and in two or three moves, all four guards fell dead.

Just as she withdrew her hand, Ling Wanbai bent backward, a golden thread grazing above her nipple, hitting the wall and bouncing back towards the back of her head.

Seeing this, Yang Zhuihui finally realized that the man in black he encountered in Qiongzhou was Yao Ling'er. However, he couldn't understand why the highly skilled Yao Ling'er would disguise herself as a prostitute to approach him. Without time to think, Yang Zhuihui used his internal energy to shatter his hand and foot chains and joined the fight.

Zhang Binu, already awakened, had no idea what was happening. The fluctuations of the three's internal energy made her very uneasy, and she cried out in alarm from time to time.

"Careful!"

Ling Wanbai forcefully swept her hand away, knocking Yang Zhuihui back. Just then, a golden thread swept past where he had been standing; if she had been any later, his head would likely have been severed by the thread.

Having narrowly escaped death, Yang Zhuihui was now even more cautious. However, the only available light was from torches, and the golden thread was too inconspicuous. If it weren't for the occasional reflections from the thread, Yang Zhuihui and Ling Wanbai might have already been killed.

Yao Ling'er, with her teeth gripping the golden thread, retreated outside the cell, coldly smiling. She swung the thread, not to attack them, but to extinguish the nearby torches.

The darkness was extremely disadvantageous for Yang Zhuihui and Ling Wanbai. Before they could react, the golden thread pierced towards Ling Wanbai.

Ling Wanbai, whose eyes were already closed, was listening to the sound of the golden thread churning the air. She dodged in a flash, the thread missing its target, crashing to the ground with a loud thud, raising clouds of dust that made Zhang Binu's eyes water.

"Yang Guo! Go!"

Ling Wanbai grabbed the iron chain and flung it around the golden thread several times, trying to seize the opportunity to subdue Yao Ling'er. However, the golden thread was thin and slippery. As Yang Zhuihui rushed towards Yao Ling'er, she had already pulled the thread out, her ear twitching as she flicked it to the right.

*Snap!*

"Yang Guo!"

Ling Wanbai cried out.

The golden thread did indeed hit Yang Zhuihui, and also wrapped around his arm. Completely oblivious to the pain, Yang Zhuihui didn't slow down, roaring as he grabbed Yao Ling'er's neck with one hand and pressed her against the iron pillar of the prison cell.

"If I pull, your arm will break!"

Yao Ling'er threatened.

"Heh, before that, you'll be dead."

Yang Zhuihui sneered.

"Let go!"

Yao Ling'er shouted.

Although Yang Zhuihui, who practiced the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, was known for his invulnerability to blades and spears, he was still somewhat wary of the golden threads that could easily slice through a human body. Therefore, he didn't dare to tighten his grip on Yao Ling'er's neck, fearing that Yao Ling'er might impulsively activate the golden threads, leaving him like the Venus de Milo. (

Chapter 179, May 26th, Cultivating the Rear Courtyard

) During the stalemate, Ling Wanbai, relying on her senses, swung the iron chain, striking Yao Ling'er's Zigong acupoint between her breasts.

"That stinking woman!"

Ling Wanbai cursed. "Guo'er, use her body to vent your anger; it'll be perfect for practicing the fourth form."

Releasing the golden threads, Yang Zhuihui fetched several torches from nearby, restoring light to the prison. Yao Ling'er, her acupoints sealed, could only grit her teeth in frustration. Like a statue, she was carried into the prison by Yang Zhuihui and bound to a pillar with iron chains.

Looking at the furious Yao Ling'er, Yang Zhuihui coldly said, "Do you know what's going to happen next?"

"Kill me if you dare!"

Yao Ling'er huffed.

"Tsk, do you want me to commit necrophilia?"

Yang Zhuihui licked his lips and said, "Now I'll let you experience the joy of being a woman again."

Yang Zhuihui looked at Ling Wanbai and asked, "The fourth form is just a fusion of the first three, so can I directly practice the fifth form?"

"Hehe, it seems you're even more wicked than I thought. Do as you please."

"Uncle-Master, may I ask about the function of the fifth form? It doesn't seem to be mentioned in the manual. "

"Let me think."

After a pause, Ling Wanbai said, "It seems to abolish the internal energy of a female body."

"No!"

Yao Ling'er's face turned pale.

"Isn't it of any benefit to me at all?"

Yang Zhuihui was a little annoyed.

"Isn't the pleasure you get from this enough?"

"Hehe, it seems my thoughts have been seen through by my master."

Yang Zhuihui reached out and stroked Yao Ling'er's pale, paper-like face. He gently pinched her skin, which was as smooth as cream and delicate as if it could be broken with a touch. However, her eyes were unusually fierce, and Yang Zhuihui had an urge to gouge them out.

"Let me see if your body is already calling for my big cock."

Yang Zhuihui's hand slowly moved towards Yao Ling'er's chest and gently touched her breast.

"Mmm..."

His hand continued to walk down along her cleavage, easily lifting the light gauze tied around Yao Ling'er's slender waist. With a casual tug, the noble yellow ancient patterned double butterfly cloud-shaped skirt was separated, revealing her smooth, jade-like skin. Her breasts, which rose and fell with Yao Ling'er's rapid breathing, were tightly wrapped by a golden bodice embroidered with phoenixes. The outline of her breasts and the nipples that pushed up the fabric were vaguely visible. The golden bodice was made of very thin material, making Yao Ling'er's beautiful breasts even more alluring.

Besides, the low-waisted panties were also quite eye-catching, embroidered with phoenix tails pointing towards her bulging vulva, as if saying: Fuck here, fuck here!

Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard, pressing his five fingers against Yao Ling'er's vulva, which was incredibly warm. With a slight push, his middle finger had already pressed the panties into her flesh, instantly soaking them with her juices, and the temperature rose sharply.

"Bastard...bastard!"

Yao Ling'er roared, her cheeks flushed, her pupils showing a hint of unease, but still repulsing Yang Zhuihui like a venomous snake.

"So wet, it seems you're a lowly woman!"

Yang Zhuihui suddenly thrust, inserting two fingers along with the panties into Yao Ling'er's honey hole, stirring them wantonly.

"Ah!"

The pain from her lower body made Yao Ling'er cry out, but her juices overflowed like a tide.

Yang Zhuihui continued stirring, showing no mercy whatsoever. After a few stirs, he tore open Yao Ling'er's underpants, revealing her slightly parted, clam-like labia, slowly releasing slippery nectar that flowed down the inside of Yao Ling'er's trembling thighs to the ground—a truly lewd sight.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Yao Ling'er roared.

"You killed Zhou Botong, Huang Yaoshi, and Hong Qigong, who were very close to Fu'er, and my adoptive father, Ouyang Feng; you even tried to use Fu'er to threaten me, and now you've imprisoned me. All these crimes combined are enough for me to kill you, but death is only the least of your punishments!"

Yang Zhuihui pulled out his penis, spread Yao Ling'er's thighs, forced open her labia, and thrust forcefully, his entire penis plunging into her muddy, secluded passage.

"Oh..."

Yao Ling'er opened her alluring eyes wide. The sudden invasion almost made her faint from the pain. Before she could fully adjust to this unusually thick and long penis, Yang Zhuihui had already begun to thrust vigorously, completely ignoring Yao Ling'er's feelings. He wanted to fuck this woman who had repeatedly angered him to death.

Slap... Slap... Slap...

"Oh... Ugh..."

The sounds of genitals colliding and Yao Ling'er's painful moans intertwined, forming a beautiful melody. After hundreds of thrusts, Yang Zhuihui unlocked the iron chains binding Yao Ling'er's jade-like legs, roughly grabbed her slender thighs, and forced them to clamp around his waist.

He gripped each of Yao Ling'er's buttocks with both hands, kneading and thrusting simultaneously, like a tiger descending a mountain. Yao Ling'er's delicate body rocked back and forth like a small boat battered by a storm, her expression contorted, screaming hoarsely.

Yao Ling'er's vulva, known as the Phoenix Cavity, nodded in agreement. The first time he had intercourse with Yao Ling'er, Yang Zhuihui had deliberately used his penis to find the fleshy hook that could bring intense sexual stimulation to both of them. But this time, he was too lazy to search for it. He only wanted to use this increasingly hot penis to kill Yao Ling'er and vent his hatred!

"Ah..."

Yao Ling'er's lower abdomen spasmed violently, and she easily climaxed. Her vaginal fluid mixed with vaginal fluid sprayed out from the stretched genitals, soaking Yang Zhuihui's pants.

Feeling the flesh inside Yao Ling'er's vagina sucking at his penis, Yang Zhuihui sneered, "Lady Ling'er, does it feel good to be raped to orgasm?"

Exhausted, Yao Ling'er had no strength to speak. Her previously sinister gaze became unfocused, and she stared weakly at Yang Zhuihui. Her body swayed with his thrusts, drenched in sweat, her crotch a mess, her pink labia swollen and wide open.

Ling Wanbai watched them calmly, occasionally glancing at their point of contact. She saw the size and speed of his engorged penis.

Zhang Binu huddled in a corner. Even though she was blind, the slapping sounds of their genitals colliding painted a lewd picture of intercourse in her mind. She even felt herself blushing, constantly glancing towards the source of the sounds, wanting to see for herself just how vigorous Yang Zhuihui was, but she could see nothing.

"Guo'er, this is no place to linger, let's hurry up,"

Ling Wanbai urged.

Yang Zhuihui abruptly pulled out his penis, watching the streams of vaginal fluid gush out, and said, "Ling'er, the show is just beginning. You'll love the feeling of being filled from behind. Last time it was a drugged rape, and when you woke up you only felt pain, right? This time you'll feel every detail."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui lifted Yao Ling'er's entire body, leaning against a pillar, and hugged her tightly from behind, squeezing her hard nipples through her bodice.

Realizing that Yang Zhuihui was about to penetrate her rear again, Yao Ling'er sobbed, "Please... don't do that..."

"Believe me, you'll love that feeling."

Yang Zhuihui rubbed his teeth against her earlobe, grabbing one of her legs and spreading them apart like helping a little girl urinate, revealing her voluptuous flower to Ling Wanbai's eyes, while Yang Zhuihui's penis rubbed against her rear.

"No... the front is okay... the back is not... please..."

Hearing Yao Ling'er's pleas, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Say it more clearly, what do you mean by front and back?"

"The front... the front hole... you can insert it... the back is not okay..."

Yao Ling'er's face was covered in tears and sweat, and her anus was clenched tightly, afraid that Yang Zhuihui would insert it.

"Ugh... ugh..."

"Then beg me to insert it in the front."

"Please... please insert it in my front hole..."

Yao Ling'er gritted her teeth, her shy appearance was very rare.

"Hmm, I'll satisfy you."

Yang Zhuihui thrust his buttocks, letting his glans press against Yao Ling'er's honey hole that was still flowing with honey, pressing there, inserting and pulling his glans in and out, repeating this.

"Beg me."

Yang Zhuihui bit Yao Ling'er's earlobe.

Panting, Yao Ling'er, her whole body burning with fever, pleaded, "Please... hurry up and put it in... I want it..."

Yang Zhuihui breathed into Yao Ling'er's ear, exhaling, "Your Majesty, I know you're afraid of losing your internal energy, so you'd rather beg like a dog, but..."

Yang Zhuihui suddenly pressed against her anus, thrusting forcefully, his glans forcing open the sphincter and plunging deep into her rear.

"Ah!"

Yao Ling'er's eyes rolled back, her thoughts completely disrupted. The excruciating pain from her rear almost made her faint. Unable to see the point of penetration, she imagined blood gushing out, but it was actually alright; only a little blood flowed out.

Yang Zhuihui's penis thrust rapidly into her dry passage, chuckling, "Isn't the feeling of being filled up in the back more intense than in the front? Isn't it more pleasurable?"

"Ugh..."

All that remained for Yao Ling'er was a groan.

“This technique requires cultivating the anus, but the woman's body also needs to climax first. You should know this if you've read the manual.”

Ling Wanbai walked up to them, inserted two fingers into Yao Ling'er's vagina, and began to thrust in and out, mimicking a penis. Each time she pulled out, a lot of vaginal fluid came out.

With her anus filled with Yang Zhuihui's penis and her anus being manipulated by Ling Wanbai, Yao Ling'er, who had never suffered such humiliation, dared not look at Ling Wanbai in front of her. She could only moan, occasionally letting out a moan, especially when Yang Zhuihui's entire penis was inserted into her anus, or when Ling Wanbai's fingers were rapidly stirring in her wet vagina.

Yao Ling'er, almost driven mad, tilted her head, her eyes rolling back from time to time. She seemed to be going crazy.

Half an hour later.

“Guo'er, acupressure! I feel she's about to climax,”

Ling Wanbai hurriedly said.

Yang Zhuihui, having pressed three acupoints on Yao Ling'er's back door—Siman, Guanyuan, and Qugu—continued his work, while Ling Wanbai used three fingers to thrust in and out, occasionally pinching Yao Ling'er's sensitive nipples to encourage her to climax sooner.

"Ugh..."

Yao Ling'er's face contorted in pain, her lower abdomen spasming violently. She had reached climax, but because her acupoints were sealed, she couldn't release her vaginal fluids as usual, feeling extreme discomfort in her abdomen, as if a pool of fluid was accumulating there, unable to be expelled. Experiencing this strange climax for the first time, Yao Ling'er felt as if her lower body was about to burst, and pleaded, "Please... I can't take it anymore..."

"It's only just begun,"

Yang Zhuihui said, still working on Yao Ling'er's back door, and asked, "Uncle-Master, what's next?"

"Didn't you see the Secret Cage? Why are you asking me?"

Ling Wanbai glared at Yang Zhuihui.

“I can’t connect, I remember…”

Yang Zhuihui’s mind raced, and he exclaimed happily, “I know what to do!”

“My mission is over too.”

Ling Wanbai pulled out her fingers, her entire palm covered in slippery honey. Upon smelling it, a pungent odor made Ling Wanbai show a look of disgust. She smeared the honey on Yao Ling’er’s bodice, took a few steps back, and looked at Yang Zhuihui, anticipating his spectacular performance.

While reviewing the incantation of the fifth form, Yang Zhuihui manipulated Yao Ling'er's honey hole with his hand. After thrusting more than ten times, he released the three sealed acupoints on Yao Ling'er's body and said, "If I'm not mistaken, when a woman's anus is filled, certain acupoints will be affected, causing the woman's internal energy to leak out like water."

Chapter 180, The Empress's Bath

"Hehe."

Ling Wanbai chuckled and said, "Those acupoints are Changqiang, Yaoyu, and Zhibian, which connect to the dantian. Your penis becomes the bridge between the dantian and the vagina, drawing out the woman's internal energy to achieve the purpose of abolishing it."

As she spoke, Yao Ling'er's vagina gushed out streams of vaginal fluid, splattering all over the ground. Her whole body was convulsing, and the subcutaneous veins around her lower abdomen were clearly visible, even appearing to glow. This was the phenomenon of drawing Yao Ling'er's lifelong internal energy to the uterus and then expelling it through the vagina.

At this moment, Yao Ling'er understood that her internal strength was gradually disappearing like flowing water, but she was helpless and could only be manipulated by Yang Zhuihui like a puppet.

Yang Zhuihui gently twitched his penis and chuckled, "Then allow me to make another bold guess: the final deep throat step of the fifth move is actually optional, just a way to humiliate the female body, right?"

"Exactly."

Ling Wanbai nodded and smiled, "The Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon are moves derived from the Nine Yin Manual, for male and female cultivation of lust. In essence, the more domineering and evil the male body is during intercourse, and the more shy and painful the female body is, the better the effect. But it all depends on yourself."

Yang Zhuihui pulled his penis out of Yao Ling'er's anus, wiping it with the Thousand Water Skirt that symbolized her noble status. Then he untied the iron chains on her arms, pressed her to the ground, grabbed her chin with one hand, forced her to open her mouth, and shoved his penis into her mouth with the other.

Seeing this, Ling Wanbai nodded with a smile. As for Yao Ling'er, who was forced to perform oral sex and even deep throat, even though she was unwilling, what could she do after her acupoints were sealed and her martial arts were abolished? She could only be like a stranded fish, completely at Yang Zhuihui's mercy.

He thrust his entire penis into Yao Ling'er's throat and began to slowly pump. Already feeling the urge to ejaculate, he shuddered and ejaculated his thick, hot semen into Yao Ling'er's throat.

Glug, glug.

Yao Ling'er was forced to swallow the sticky semen.

Having finished his pleasure, Yang Zhuihui pulled out his penis and looked at the exhausted Yao Ling'er. He turned to her and said, "Uncle-Master, how do we release this acupoint? She's no longer a threat."

"This is the most basic acupoint technique."

Ling Wanbai stepped forward and casually pressed between Yao Ling'er's breasts. "This is the Zigong acupoint, but it's very close to the death point. A slight miscalculation can kill her. So, Zhuihui, if you don't understand, don't press it randomly, especially not on your own people."

"Cough, cough."

Yao Ling'er lay on the ground, gagging repeatedly, vomiting a mixture of saliva and semen, sticky and greasy, hanging there like snot. Yao Ling'er, who had completely lost her noble demeanor, wiped the liquid from the corner of her mouth and looked at Yang Zhuihui with a sinister gaze.

"Alright, let me kill this woman."

Ling Wanbai was about to make her move when Yang Zhuihui stopped her.

“She has to stay. If she dies here, I'll be held responsible, and it will implicate Fu’er and the others.”

“Fine, but you must leave with me now.”

“No, I…”

Yang Zhuihui was about to launch into a long explanation when Ling Wanbai’s white jade fingers traced his neck. Yang Zhuihui swayed and collapsed to the ground.

“You must complete the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon. I can’t let you linger here. Their lives are nothing compared to the heavy responsibility you bear.”

Ling Wanbai glanced at the trembling Zhang Binu, walked over, and used the same method to knock her unconscious.

When Yang Zhuihui awoke, he saw the Empress sitting by the bed.

“Where is this?”

Yang Zhuihui asked hastily.

“I can’t see… I don’t know…”

Zhang Binu seemed somewhat bewildered. “I woke up here and kept hearing you talking in your sleep, so I really don’t know where I am.”

Yang Zhuihui quickly slipped out of bed, opened the window, and sunlight streamed in, blinding him. Squinting, he looked around and realized he was in an inn. Judging from the street scene, he should still be in the capital.

Last night, first, Little Dragon Girl came to break him out of prison, and then that young and beautiful martial uncle appeared. He and his martial uncle subdued Yao Ling'er and used her body to practice the fifth form of the Lustful Dragon. Yang Zhuihui felt that it was all a dream, but the Empress was right in front of him, making him realize that everything had happened. However, Yang Zhuihui didn't know if Yao Ling'er had been killed by his martial uncle.

If Yao Ling'er was dead, Yang Zhuihui would never be able to get Jiajing's forgiveness.

"Young master, what exactly is the Lustful Dragon Nine Forms?"

Zhang Binu asked timidly.

"Martial arts technique, nothing much."

Yang Zhuihui replied perfunctorily.

"I understand, I've been too talkative. Where are we?"

Yang Zhuihui closed the window and said, "In an inn in the capital, I'm not sure of the exact location."

"Oh."

Zhang Binu actually had many more questions she wanted to ask, but she didn't want to bother Yang Zhuihui, so she kept quiet.

Seeing two sets of clean clothes on the table, while Zhang Binu was still wearing her dirty prison uniform, Yang Zhuihui said, "Madam Zhang, let me get some water for you to wash."

"No need!"

Zhang Binu exclaimed.

"Why?"

"I'm blind, and men and women shouldn't touch each other, so let's leave it at that."

Zhang Binu felt her face turn red.

"It's alright, just think of me as a little eunuch from the Empress's side."

Yang Zhuihui smiled, pushed open the door, and was about to call the waiter upstairs.

"Have you heard? That Yang Guo escaped from prison, and now the whole city is searching for him."

A customer said.

"That's right, there are arrest warrants posted all over the streets."

Another customer said.

"The bounty is a hundred taels of gold, right?"

the waiter, who was wiping the table, interjected. "If I can catch him, I won't have to work here like a laborer; I can open my own inn."

"That's right! But he's a good man! He was supposed to go to the palace to receive a reward, but instead he tried to kill the emperor. To be honest, the emperor is really muddleheaded..."

"Shh... watch your head."

It seems Yang Zhuihui's situation is quite precarious. If he's caught and taken back, it won't be as simple as being exiled. Ling Wanbai really made things worse; it's all Yang Zhuihui's fault for being careless and being knocked unconscious and kidnapped by Ling Wanbai.

A little annoyed, Yang Zhuihui called the waiter upstairs. Afraid that the waiter would see his face, he even closed the door and ordered him to bring up several buckets of warm water.

The waiter was obedient and brought up the warm water in no time. At this time, Zhang Binu and Yang Zhuihui were sitting on the bed. Thinking they were a young couple, the waiter didn't dare to disturb them. He poured the water into the wooden bucket and hurriedly left.

“Alright, Madam, you can take a bath now.”

Zhang Binu seemed a little hesitant, saying, “I’d rather not.”

“Madam, you must take a bath. How can you walk on the street dressed like this? We’re still wearing prison clothes,”

Yang Zhuihui said sternly.

Seeing that there was no other way, the somewhat shy Zhang Binu could only nod and say, “Then please, Young Master Yang, lead Binu behind the screen.”

Taking Zhang Binu’s hand, he led her to a wooden tub filled with warm water and hung the new clothes in front of the screen. Yang Zhuihui said, “Hang the clothes on the screen to your left. I’ll go out first. Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Hearing Yang Zhuihui’s footsteps as he left, Zhang Binu felt relieved. After a moment of hesitation, she began to undress. At this moment, Yang Zhuihui was standing in front of the screen watching her undress. The blind Zhang Binu didn’t know that this lecherous maniac was just a few steps away, so her movements were very smooth. After taking

off the prison clothes and throwing them on the ground, most of Zhang Binu’s voluptuous body was revealed.

Yang Zhuihui was clearly stunned, not because of the Empress's excellent figure or delicate skin, but because of her undergarment—he distinctly remembered that it should be embroidered with expensive gold thread, but he couldn't see a single strand.

Recalling the roast chicken that had fallen from the sky and the Empress's earlier words to him, Yang Zhuihui finally understood that the Empress had bribed the jailer with gold thread to obtain the roast chicken.

Yang Zhuihui was so moved that he almost wanted to hug her, but he decided to lewdly watch the increasingly exposed body of the empress, even though she was blind.

Usually, one would hide when peeping at a beautiful woman bathing, but this was an exception. Compared to sneaky spying, this brazen voyeur excited Yang Zhuihui even more. His eyes were fixed on the empress's swollen breasts. Her hands were untying the red string of her bodice. Once the string was untied, her taut breasts were freed and generously exposed to the air. The slightly darker nipples proved that the empress was a woman who had experienced many sexual encounters. Although they lacked the pink of a young girl's nipples, the darker color still provided considerable stimulation, further indicating that the empress was much better in bed than a young girl.

Zhang Binu threw the bodice on the ground, covered her breasts with her right hand, and instinctively looked towards the screen. Thinking that Yang Zhuihui was outside the screen, she bent down and slowly took off her underpants.

Yang Zhuihui took two more steps forward, squatting down and staring at the Empress's soon-to-be-revealed genitals.

Her overly tight underpants slowly slipped down, revealing a slightly fleshy abdomen and a prominent pubic bone covered in thick pubic hair. The babbling brook was obscured by the hair, only the entrance to the valley barely visible.

Yang Zhuihui had heard that the more pubic hair a woman had, the stronger her libido. If this was true, wouldn't Empress Zhang be even more wanton than Shile when she wanted to be?

However, this rule seemed to only apply to some people. Ruan Feifeng was a celibate woman, yet her libido was extremely strong, and she even had lesbian tendencies.

Without time to think further, Yang Zhuihui stared intently at the Empress's genitals. But before he could properly study the overgrown area, Zhang Binu had already stepped into the wooden tub. The moment she stretched her legs, her labia parted, and the deeper flesh seemed to be covered in vaginal fluid, causing Yang Zhuihui's penis to throb.

Zhang Binu sat down in the wooden tub, her delicate hands groping for a towel in the water. She then began to wash herself with relish, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. It had been so long since she'd bathed; how could she not be excited?

Yang Zhuihui, who had already reached the tub, was equally excited, staring at her barely concealed breasts. The water rippled,

her nipples sometimes submerged, sometimes peeking out. Nourished by the water, her breasts appeared full and large, like water bags, occasionally brushed against by drifting petals.

Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Hmm?"

Zhang Binu turned her face towards Yang Zhuihui, her expression full of confusion, her brows furrowed.

Yang Zhuihui was startled, standing there carefully, even her breathing cautiously, afraid of being discovered by the Empress.

After a moment, Zhang Binu continued washing herself, but her movements were somewhat stiff, lacking their previous nimbleness. Perhaps she realized Yang Zhuihui was spying, but what could a blind and vulnerable woman do?

After washing her upper body, Zhang Binu grasped the towel and slid it down her lower abdomen to her genitals, gently rubbing them while letting out soft, intermittent moans that were incredibly alluring.

Usually, young girls rarely touch their private parts, but mature women like Zhang Binu often enjoy touching them, deriving a small sense of satisfaction, especially when their husbands can no longer satisfy them.

Panting, Zhang Binu's face flushed even more, seemingly sweating profusely.

Chapter 181: After she

finished bathing and washing her genitals, Zhang Binu raised her left leg and pressed it against the edge of the wooden tub, wiping it with the towel.

Yang Zhuihui's gaze followed her slender calves down to her thighs; his eyes seemed to pierce through the water, seeing the Empress's blooming, breathing flower of lust.

Unable to contain his desire, Yang Zhuihui's lower body was already erect, but he dared not act rashly, only able to lewdly watch the Empress with his burning eyes.

When Zhang Binu extended her other thigh, Yang Zhuihui couldn't resist any longer. He secretly pulled out his penis and, like he used to do in high school, masturbated while watching porn. This time, however, the scene was far too intense; he could even hear the Empress's panting, seemingly deliberately seducing him .

Quickly stroking his penis, Yang Zhuihui's body trembled, and his semen spurted out, splashing between the Empress's breasts.

This was the first time Yang Zhuihui had ever masturbated so quickly, which could only mean the Empress was incredibly alluring.

"Hmm?"

Zhang Binu touched her cleavage, her expression slightly unnatural. She wiped her soft, white breasts with a towel and slowly stood up.

The Empress stood before Yang Zhuihui like a lotus emerging from water. Looking at this mature beauty, Yang Zhuihui's limp penis trembled several times.

Zhang Binu wrung out the towel, dried herself, and stepped out of the tub. She walked slowly towards the screen, groping with both hands, afraid of bumping into it.

As Yang Zhuihui's libido gradually diminished, he quietly stepped out from behind the screen and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Young Master Yang, just now you..."

Zhang Binu hesitated, then said, "It's alright, I can do it myself."

Having successfully touched the screen, Zhang Binu's hands began to grope around, finally grasping the new clothes specially prepared for her. After

carefully feeling around and confirming that in addition to the long skirt, there was also a bodice and underpants, she breathed a sigh of relief; otherwise, she would have had to pick up the soiled bodice and underpants to wear.

After putting on the bodice, underpants, and pure white pleated skirt, tying a simple bow at the waist, and having everything in place, she helped the screen out.

"Young Master Yang, where are you?"

Zhang Binu asked timidly.

The pure white pleated skirt was slightly tight, making her breasts appear more prominent and her waist more slender, while the goldfish on the hem were the finishing touch; when the skirt swayed, the goldfish seemed to come alive, playing around.

With pearly white teeth and crimson lips, her dark hair glistening with droplets of water, the Empress looked like a lotus emerging from the water, only her eyes, forever blind, were a flaw in this beauty.

"Young Master Yang?"

Zhang Binu called again. Yang Zhuihui

snapped out of his reverie and hurried over, saying, "I'm here."

Helping the Empress to sit on the edge of the bed, Yang Zhuihui instructed the waiter to bring another basin of water. Too lazy to sit in the tub to wash, he simply stripped naked, scrubbing himself thoroughly with a towel before changing into his light blue, double-breasted robe.

Once dressed, Yang Zhuihui observed the scene downstairs through the window. The place was full of guests drinking, eating, and chatting animatedly. Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but curse his foolish senior uncle for leaving them in such a chaotic place, where even moving around was difficult. But staying here indefinitely wasn't a solution; he didn't have that much time to waste.

After a moment's thought, Yang Zhuihui took the Empress's hand and walked out along the second-floor corridor to a well-ventilated window. He hoisted the Empress onto his back and jumped out, landing on the rooftop. He used the surrounding buildings to determine his location, gazing at the Forbidden City to his right, and began running between the rooftops.

Zhang Binu clung tightly to Yang Zhuihui's neck. His unpredictable movements—sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes jumping, sometimes crouching—made her uneasy, yet she didn't want to disturb him. So, like a sloth, she clung to his back, her ample breasts rubbing against his spine.

To maintain speed while avoiding the crowds, Yang Zhuihui's route wasn't straight but winding and circuitous, taking considerable effort before finally reaching Lanyue Pavilion.

Squatting on the rooftop in front of Lanyue Pavilion, Yang Zhuihui observed the troop deployment of Lanyue Pavilion. It was very different from when he first came. At that time, Jiajing sent a team of imperial guards to guard Lanyue Pavilion, fearing that something might happen to the foreign envoys. But now there were only two guards holding long spears in front of Lanyue Pavilion.

Without much thought, Yang Zhuihui jumped into Lanyue Pavilion from the side, walked along the path to his room, and poked a hole in the window paper. Just as he was about to look inside, a veil of gauze broke through the window, flying past his face and nearly hitting him.

"Guo'er,"

Xiaolongnu withdrew the gauze, her joy hidden, "I heard you escaped from prison, but I didn't expect you to only arrive now."

Entering the room, she had the Empress sit on the bed, and then Yang Zhuihui said, "Things aren't what you think, Senior Sister. Actually, I was kidnapped."

Chapter 182, Embracing Xiaolongnu.

Yang Zhuihui immediately saw Xiaolongnu standing in the crowd. From her eyes, he knew she intended to save him, but what about Fu'er and the others? Without that damned emperor's decree, Yang Zhuihui was in a dilemma. Either he would die, or Guo Fu and the others would be implicated. That was why Yang Zhuihui hadn't escaped from prison, preferring to be escorted to the execution ground.

"Kneel down!"

the executioner shouted, kicking Yang Zhuihui in the back of the knee.

Yang Zhuihui glared at the executioner but did not yield.

Shi Dangrou watched, her heart aching. She was about to jump onto the execution platform to rescue Yang Zhuihui when she heard the sound of hooves.

"Spare his life!"

Lu Bingzheng swung his whip forcefully, planted his feet on the horse's bridle, and with a powerful push, he flew into the air, kicking the executioner off the platform.

When the imperial guards rushed onto the platform, he had already produced the imperial edict and shouted, "The imperial edict is here! Who dares to lay a hand on him!"

The imperial guards quickly put away their spears and knelt on one knee.

Lu Bing opened the imperial edict and loudly proclaimed, "By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Considering General Yang Guo's numerous military achievements, I hereby grant you a special pardon."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhuihui was dumbfounded. He always felt that Jiajing could not be so kind. Even if he were, given the treacherous nature of those bastards in the Qing court, he would be grateful if they didn't send him to the deepest hell. How could they suddenly release him? Could it be that Yao Ling'er had fallen in love with the feeling of being anally violated?

"Open it quickly!"

Lu Bing shouted.

After the Imperial Guards removed Yang Zhuihui's wooden shackles and chains, Lu Bing leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Master, this is what happened. Last night at dawn, the Tatar army attacked Dushi City, but another force attacked Datong Prefecture from the south of Yinshan via the Great Wall. The disparity in strength is huge, and it's estimated that the defenses of Datong Prefecture can only hold out until evening or midnight."

After a pause, Lu Bing continued, "His Majesty has ordered the three Jurchen tribes and the Dalai Lama to send troops to rescue Dushi City and wants to draw troops from Dushi City to support Datong Prefecture. If Datong Prefecture falls, the capital will be lost."

"Even better! Let Jiajing go to hell!"

Yang Zhuihui gritted his teeth.

“Master, you’re wrong. Once the defenses of Datong Prefecture collapse, His Majesty will flee south.”

Yang Zhuihui agreed with Lu Bing’s words, but asked, “Does this have anything to do with my pardon?”

Lu Bing’s smile was a little stiff. He said, “His Majesty has ordered the Jurchens and the Dalai Lama to send troops, but the Jurchen envoys have jointly pledged to protect you. If you are beheaded, they will refuse to provide any assistance to the Ming Dynasty and may even defect. The Dalai Lama is holding back and has no intention of rescuing Dushi City. Therefore, His Majesty wants you to atone for your crimes by performing meritorious service. Now I’m going to take you back to the palace. His Majesty will even promote you. But if you can’t complete the mission, you’ll probably have to go back here, and then…”

“Do you know whether the dog emperor wants me to go to Dushi City or Datong Prefecture?”

“Guo Jing and Ma Fang are in Dushi City. You should naturally go to Datong Prefecture.”

"Damn it! That damned emperor is using me as cannon fodder, throwing me wherever there's danger! Honestly!"

Yang Zhuihui, though dissatisfied, had no choice but to obediently accept the order and, together with Lu Bing, mounted their horses and galloped towards the palace.

Just as Lu Bing had predicted, upon entering the Taiji Hall, it was packed with ministers, including Ruan Feifeng and two other envoys.

The anxious Jiajing Emperor smiled upon seeing Yang Zhuihui, immediately bestowing upon him the title of General Huaiyuan, a set of gold armor, and a gold medal. He ordered him to immediately proceed to Datong Prefecture to take over as the city's garrison general, but without assigning him a single soldier.

Only then did Yang Zhuihui understand Jiajing's intentions. He didn't care about his own life; he only hoped to use this method to get the Jurchen people and the Dalai Lama to assist the Ming Dynasty in resisting the Tatars!

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Yao Ling'er, who was sitting beside Jiajing with a cunning smile, and bowed, saying, "Your subject obeys the decree!"

Yang Zhuihui took the set of golden armor and walked towards Ruan Feifeng, whispering a few words to her before hurrying out of the Taiji Hall. It would take at least five hours to travel from the capital to Datong Prefecture by fast horse, farther than to Dushi City. Datong Prefecture was likely to fall to the Tatars in three hours, and Yang Zhuihui might become a prisoner of the Tatars upon arrival. But the die was cast, and he could only take it one step at a time.

Back at Lanyue Pavilion, Yang Zhuihui, in front of Xiaolongnu, took off his light blue robe and put on the heavy but highly protective golden armor.

Donning the gold-plated phoenix-winged helmet, Yang Zhuihui said, "Senior Sister, I'm about to set off for Datong Prefecture. Please take the Empress to Dushi City and have her stay at the General's Mansion as my senior sister. Have Aunt Hai take good care of the Empress. Also… have Xianni, Shile, and the others assist the garrison and strive to defeat the Tatars as soon as possible, then send troops to Datong Prefecture to lend me a hand!"

"But…"

Xiaolongnu paused for a moment, then said, "I understand. I'll go find horses now."

"I've already prepared everything for Senior Sister."

Yang Zhuihui glanced at the uneasy Empress and comforted her, "Madam, believe me, Dushi City cannot be captured by the Tatars, so you'll be safer there. At least the villains can't harm you."

"I just want to see my daughter, Chutong,"

Zhang Binu said truthfully.

"Let's talk about it after this battle."

Yang Zhuihui suddenly pulled Xiaolongnu into his arms and said, "Senior Sister, this battle is for you. You must wait for me to return. Believe me, I will never let you down."

"Once it's safe over there, I will come to Datong Prefecture with them to find you."

"Okay, you pack your things first. I'll go find the friends who came with me."

Yang Zhuihui walked to Zhou Buxian and Amur's room, and only opened the door after confirming that he hadn't heard any unusual noises.

"I need you to go to Guangningwei immediately and have Dalai Taiji mobilize all his troops to rescue Dushi City!"

The two who were being affectionate nodded hurriedly.

After the deployment was completed, Yang Zhuihui took the dragon-carved sword from Xiaolongnu and walked out of Lanyue Pavilion with the two of them. There were three horses tied up there.

Yang Zhuihui rode one, Xiaolongnu and the Empress rode another, and the third was left for Zhou Buxian and his wife Amur. From the capital to Guangningwei, the round trip would take at least eleven days. In war, anything could happen at any moment; even eleven days could mean the fall of a nation. But Yang Zhuihui didn't care about that. As long as there was hope, he wouldn't give up. It was just that communication in this era was so terrible; if there were telephones, it would save a lot of time.

"Looks like I'll have to bring more cell phones next time I time-travel,"

he muttered, waving goodbye to Xiaolongnu and galloping towards the west gate.

"Senior brother, have you decided on his punishment?"

Yao Ling'er asked, standing with Shi Yu on the high building.

Shi Yu's face still held a kind smile. He said, "Junior sister, don't worry. The Palace Master has sent Poppy to Datong Prefecture. She will definitely not let Yang Zhuihui have a good time, to avenge the loss of your internal energy."

"Is there no way to restore it?"

"The Palace Master is trying to find a solution, Junior Sister, don't worry."

Shi Yu gripped the railing with both hands, watching Yang Zhuihui gradually disappear into the distance, and said, "I'd like to know which sect he belongs to? He actually practices lewd arts."

"Could it be the Divine Python Sect?"

"No, I know the Divine Python Sect's martial arts style perfectly well. Junior Sister, is there any detail you haven't told your Senior Brother?"

"I've told you everything."

Yao Ling'er hurriedly said. Actually, Yao Ling'er only admitted to being raped, not that she was involved in anal sex.

Shi Yu took a deep breath and said, "Actually, the reason we're targeting Yang Guo is mostly because he bullied you, Junior Sister. You're the Palace Master's own sister, so it's only right that we avenge you. However, the Divine Python Sect is elusive these days, and we don't know which sect Yang Guo belongs to, so we should be careful in our actions."

"Anyway, I want him dead!"

Yao Ling'er said viciously.

"He'll die sooner or later, but we must find out his sect. He managed to cripple your internal energy with his lewd techniques; he might possess even more wicked techniques than any of our Shangqing Palace's Taoist arts."

Shi Yu's eyes narrowed to slits as he said, "If we give this lewd beast such techniques, making all the martial arts sects bow down to our Shangqing Palace will be a piece of cake."

"I understand what you mean, Senior Brother, but this Yang Guo really annoys me."

Yao Ling'er's breasts heaved with her rapid breathing; she could still feel the faint pain emanating from her rear. If it weren't for the top-grade wound medicine, she probably wouldn't be able to walk today.

"Junior Sister, prioritize the greater good. When our Shangqing Palace dominates the court and the martial arts world, you only need one word to kill anyone you want: Kill!"

"Ling'er will learn to control her emotions, Senior Brother, please rest assured."

"Hehe, no problem, no problem. Junior Sister, would you like to play chess with Senior Brother?"

"Yes."

"The chessboard is already set up, come with Senior Brother."

Midnight, North Gate of Datong Prefecture. "Go! Go! Go!"

"Keep up! Keep up! Hurry! Replenish them!"

A beautiful young woman in soft armor, carrying a bow, shouted from the side. Her graceful figure was accentuated by the soft armor, and her high breasts swayed with her swinging arms.

Her attire indicated that she held a high position in the army, while the other soldiers, also carrying bows, surged along the ramp towards the arrow tower like wild horses.

The city walls of Datong Prefecture consisted of three layers: the main gate, the arrow tower, and the gate tower. The gate tower was on the outermost side and served as the drawbridge. The arrow tower was in the middle, with square windows on the front and sides for shooting arrows. The main gate was on the innermost side and was the main entrance to the city.

Normally, military strongholds like Datong Prefecture would be equipped with cannons, but since the Tatars had never attacked Datong Prefecture, the court assumed that if the Tatars wanted to invade the Ming Dynasty, they would only use Dushi City as a breakthrough point. Therefore, Datong Prefecture did not even have a single cannon.

This time, however, the Tatars committed most of their forces to the battlefield. One force attacked Dushi City, while another attacked Datong Prefecture, intending to launch a pincer attack on the capital and successfully complete their most intense invasion of the Ming Dynasty.

As a result, Datong Prefecture's defenses were extremely weak, its main weapons being catapults and bows and arrows. The Tatars, on the other hand, relied primarily on bows and arrows and spears, with more than a dozen Tatar soldiers carrying large logs to ram the city gates.

With shouts from the commanders, hundreds of stones were launched from the catapults, flying over the city gates like a torrential rain and crashing into the Tatar onslaught.

Screams echoed through the sky, but the bloodthirsty Tatar soldiers showed no fear of death, continuing their charge despite the volley of stones.

A young girl ran to the city gate, where an old soldier shielded her, urgently saying, "Miss Ke, what are you doing here? Go back quickly, Master will worry."

"From childhood, Qiangwei has received all sorts of training like a man. My father has entrusted me with command of the North Gate, and I will absolutely not let him down!"

Ke Qiangwei said solemnly. "I will teach these Tartars who dare to invade our homeland a lesson!"

"I understand, then this shield is for you, Miss."

"No need, how can I draw the bowstring with a shield?"

Ke Qiangwei chuckled, took an arrow, moved it outside the shield, nocked it, and drew the bowstring taut.

Whoosh!

A Tartar soldier was shot through the throat.

Chapter 183,

In the midst of his triumphant rescue, the Tartar soldiers, knowing Ke Qiangwei's high status, shifted their attacks to her. A rain of arrows suddenly fell upon her, and the old soldier used his shield to block it, the shield immediately kissed by the arrows. "

Thud, thud, thud..."

It sounded like countless woodpeckers pecking at the shield.

"Damn it!"

Ke Qiangwei could only duck and hide there. The old soldier carried her to the arrow tower, where at least she would be protected from a direct attack.

"Thank you."

Ke Qiangwei wanted to properly command the soldiers in the arrow tower, but they were in complete chaos, focused only on firing arrows and oblivious to her commands.

Hearing the sound of the log hitting the city gate, Ke Qiangwei shouted, "We must defend the city gate to the death! Shoot those Tartars to death!"

With that, she ran back to the city gate and aimed an arrow at a Tartar soldier carrying a log. Whoosh!

The arrow struck the soldier squarely in the chest.

Just as she was about to draw her bow again, dozens of arrows flew towards her.

The old soldier hurriedly raised his shield to shield her, neglecting himself. Ke Qiangwei was safe, but the old soldier was hit by eight arrows in succession, becoming a sitting duck.

“Miss…the shield…”

The old soldier, his frail body falling from the city wall into the enemy ranks, handed the shield to Ke Qiangwei. Still clinging to life, he was pierced by seven or eight spears, his blood gushing like a fountain, staining the already corpse-strewn land.

Ke Qiangwei's face showed no pity, only resentment towards the Tartars. “Everyone, give it your all! We absolutely cannot let the Tartars into the city, otherwise the people of Datong Prefecture will suffer! Your parents, wife, and daughters are among them!”

Ke Qiangwei's clear voice rang out, and the soldiers who had come to reinforce the watchtower quickened their pace. Some civilians even joined the battle with bows and arrows intended for hunting.

Through the gaps, Ke Qiangwei looked at the endless stream of Tatar soldiers, her eyes red with rage. She cursed, "That damned court! They don't even give us cannons! Otherwise, the Tatars wouldn't be so arrogant!"

Ke Qiangwei was right. Compared to catapults, cannons not only had a longer range and were easier to deploy, but they were also incredibly powerful. Unfortunately, it was too late to realize this now; they still had to use their existing equipment to hold off the Tatar attack.

"Brother Chaolu, it looks like she's the city's garrison general,"

a tall, thin man with a turban called out.

"I see,"

replied a burly man with thick eyebrows and large eyes. They were standing about half a mile from the city gate, observing Ke Qiangwei on the city wall.

"It's time for you to show your skills, brother,"

the thin man chuckled.

"As the Grand Marshal of this expedition, I haven't really done anything worthwhile,"

Chaolu said, taking down his golden bow and arrows. He mounted his warhorse, cracked his whip, and the horse neighed as it galloped towards the battlefield.

Soon, Chaolu was at the edge of the defenders' arrow range. He nocked an arrow, drew the string sharply, and his arm muscles bulged. Whoosh!

The arrow was released, and Chaolu spurred his horse backward.

Clang!

An arrow pierced through the shield, striking Ke Qiangwei squarely in the abdomen.

Completely unable to comprehend that her shield could be breached, Ke Qiangwei swayed back and forth, falling towards the city wall below. The Tatar soldiers below all looked up at her.

"Well done, brother!"

the skinny man praised.

Chao Lu, back in his original position, was about to speak when a spirited horse galloped out from the left of the city gate. A man in golden armor rode towards the fallen Ke Qiangwei, his golden armor gleaming brightly against the backdrop of the battle.

Ke Qiangwei's black hair was disheveled, her beautiful eyes unfocused, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth onto her exquisite face.

Yang Zhuihui, seeing that the fallen woman was a long-haired female general, stood on his saddle, leaped up, and caught Ke Qiangwei in mid-air. He pushed off several times on the city wall, landing steadily on top. Looking closely at the woman in his arms, he realized she was quite beautiful.

Ke Qiangwei stared blankly at Yang Zhuihui, who seemed to have fallen from the sky, then her head lolled to the side, and she fainted. At that moment, the Tatar soldiers below the city used Yang Zhuihui as target practice, raining arrows down on his back. Yang Zhuihui, however, paid no heed, simply carrying Ke Qiangwei to the horse path and having a guard take her back for treatment.

Stepping back onto the city wall, facing the thousands of Tatar soldiers before him, Yang Zhuihui slowly drew his dragon-carved sword. The Tatar soldiers below, seeing Yang Zhuihui unharmed, were terrified and immediately began firing again. Yang Zhuihui turned his face away, letting the powerful arrows pierce his body, desperately protecting his face with his hands. Injuries were tolerable, but disfigurement was absolutely unacceptable.

The guards hiding in the arrow tower were stunned. In their eyes, no matter how good the armor was, it couldn't possibly withstand so many arrows, especially with Yang Zhuihui's composure.

Unbeknownst to them, Yang Zhuihui had achieved invulnerability through the power of the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique. However, as Ling Wanbai had said, even with invulnerability, Yang Zhuihui was still powerless against some of the Shangqing Palace's abnormal Taoist techniques, and might even be captured as he had been at the ruined temple. But dealing with Tatar soldiers was still a piece of cake. Yang Zhuihui smiled coldly and flew down from the city gate.

"Kill him!"

the Tatar soldiers shouted, raising their spears to pierce Yang Zhuihui's body. Yang Zhuihui swung his sword, the resulting sword energy slicing through the spears and instantly severing the hands of two Tatar soldiers.

"Ah!"

Now, Yang Zhuihui showed no mercy. Upon landing, he unleashed the sword technique "Galan Asks the Buddha," slid the throats of more than ten Tatar soldiers who had charged at him, and they fell dead.

Seeing the surging Tatar soldiers, Yang Zhuihui bent down, picked up a spear, and shouted, "I am the General Huaiyuan, bestowed by His Majesty, and now in charge of the defense of Datong Prefecture. You sons of bitches, I, Yang Guo, alone can stop you!"

His voice was like thunder, echoing inside and outside the city gates, and both sides of the soldiers were stunned for a while. Yang Zhuihui poured his true energy into the spear and roared, "With the sword in hand, frost and snow will form!" The sword spun rapidly and flew out, instantly piercing the chests of no less than ten Tatar soldiers.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui, who could fight against a hundred, even a thousand or ten thousand, the skinny man hurriedly asked, "Brother, who exactly is Yang Guo?"

Chao Lu seemed quite calm and said, "I once heard Prince Xin'ai mention him. That time, when he led his troops to attack Dushi City, he was defeated because of Yang Guo's appearance. He also said that this person seemed to be cast in iron, and even if he was hit by an arrow, he would be unharmed. I never believed it, but seeing this scene, I believe it."

"Then what do we do?"

The skinny man paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan. "

Sound the horn and order everyone to retreat."

"Defeat will result in severe punishment from the Great Khan!"

"Heh heh, no worries! The poison-fire cannons are already on their way. Once they arrive, if he dares to obstruct us again, we'll blast him to pieces!"

Chao Lu laughed loudly.

"I understand, brother!"

"Hada, the battlefield isn't a wrestling ring; brute force won't get you anywhere."

"Understood!"

Hada quickly raised the horn and blew it.

Hearing the horn signaling the Tatar retreat, the surviving soldiers excitedly embraced each other, and the city's inhabitants began to cheer, as if a grand festival had arrived.

More exhilarating than any festival was the news of the Tatar retreat!

After the Tatars retreated, the city gates opened, and the soldiers crowded at the gates, looking at Yang Zhuihui with awe. Yang Zhuihui wiped the blood from his dragon-carved sword onto the Tatar soldiers' corpses, sheathed the sword, and chuckled, "What are you looking at? Hurry back and reunite with your families!" Such

a hearty laugh made the guards burst into laughter. They rushed towards Yang Zhuihui, lifted him up, cheered, and tossed him into the air, playing around for a while before their excitement subsided. Under the command of the flag officer, they cleared the battlefield and prepared for the next wave of Tatar attacks. Yang Zhuihui was then escorted towards the General's Mansion.

Before even reaching the mansion, a middle-aged man leaning on a cane limped towards Yang Zhuihui. He wore only a simple official robe, his belt undone, his hair slightly disheveled, and his face as pale as paper.

Yang Zhuihui glanced at the robe and knew that he was the General Ke Xingning, the city's garrison commander. He quickly went over, cupped his hands, and said, "I am Yang Guo. By order of His Majesty, I have come to take over the position of garrison commander of Datong Prefecture. General Ke, I pay my respects."

Looking at the young and promising Yang Zhuihui, Ke Xingning almost burst into tears, choking back sobs as he said, "I almost let Datong Prefecture fall. Fortunately, Lord Yang arrived in time. My subordinates have already told me about you. If you hadn't revealed your identity, I would have thought you were a celestial being descended to earth. Hehe, quick, quick, come in with me. I want to treat you well." "

This is a gold medal given to me by His Majesty. Please take a look, General Ke."

Yang Zhuihui handed the gold medal he carried with him to Ke Xingning. After

glancing at the gold medal, Ke Xingning smiled and said, "It is truly a blessing for the people of Datong Prefecture to have such a valiant general as Lord Yang."

Respecting the elderly and caring for the young, Yang Zhuihui helped Ke Xingning into the general's residence and asked, "How is that young lady?"

"That is my daughter, Qiangwei. Last night, I was shot by an arrow while guarding the city. Tonight, I sent her to inspect the city, but she was also shot. Alas! Fortunately, Lord Yang intervened in time, otherwise I would have had to bury my daughter." "

Ke Xingning should be around forty years old, but his sickly appearance makes him look much older. As a military general, he is naturally extremely brave on the battlefield, but after being injured, Ke Xingning looks rather aged.

After chatting for a while in the hall, Ke Xingning ordered all the flag officers and above of Datong Prefecture to be summoned to the General's Mansion. In front of them, he transferred the position of the city's garrison general to Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui is young and handsome. Women of all ages would fall in love with him, and men would naturally be jealous of his good looks. However, most of them had witnessed Yang Zhuihui's lightning-fast combat abilities, and when Ke Xingning announced it, they all showed joy, seeing Yang Zhuihui as a lifeline.

After roughly understanding the situation of Datong Prefecture's defenses, troop distribution, food supplies, and the people, Yang Zhuihui, guided by a servant, entered Ke Qiangwei's room.

"Keep your voice down, Miss has just applied her medicine and fallen asleep."

The maid in plain clothes quickly gestured for silence. "

Jing'er, this is Lord Yang."

The servant who led Yang Zhuihui into the room said this and then left, closing the door behind her.

"Greetings, Lord Yang."

Jing'er, a maid of average appearance but with a demure demeanor, curtsied.

"I'd like to see Miss Qiangwei."

"You may, but you mustn't make a sound. Miss's wound has just been treated; she needs to rest."

Jing'er drew back the bed curtains, her slender fingers pressed to her lips, her clear eyes darting between Ke Qiangwei and Yang Zhuihui.

When he rescued Ke Qiangwei, Yang Zhuihui hadn't had a chance to examine her closely; now, his wish had finally come true.

A delicate nose, a pink neck, and red lips; her long, slightly disheveled black hair lazily clung to her forehead and cheeks. Ke Qiangwei, seemingly having a nightmare, had her long eyelashes twitching uneasily, and her jade-like hands, resting on her lower abdomen, were tightly clenched together. Yang Zhuihui seemed to feel her pain.

With a gentle smile, he instructed Jing'er to take good care of Ke Qiangwei before leaving the room.

Chapter 184, A Beauty's Affection

. Jing'er followed Yang Zhuihui out of the room, curtsied again, and said, "Farewell, Lord Yang."

"It's late; you should rest early too."

Yang Zhuihui nodded and smiled, disappearing around the corner.

"So unpretentious, and your smile is so beautiful."

Jing'er then realized she was blushing and quickly went back into her room.

Poppy, now a white fox, crouched in a corner, occasionally licking her front toes with her tongue. Her behavior was less like a white fox and more like a white cat.

As dawn broke, Yang Zhuihui had already gotten up and washed. Then, the adjutant Deng Zilong led Yang Zhuihui to familiarize herself with the defenses of the east and north gates of Datong Prefecture.

Reaching the north gate, they looked at the battlefield after last night's fierce battle. Arrows and spears littered the ground, and blood-stained stones were everywhere. Some tattered armor lay piled beneath the city walls.

Looking to the left, Yang Zhuihui could still see wisps of smoke rising into the sky, where a pile of corpses, more than half a meter high, lay burning. It had been burning since late afternoon and was still not finished—all the bodies of Tatar soldiers. Most of the guards' bodies had been claimed; those unclaimed were buried on a barren slope two miles away, with simple tombstones bearing only the six characters "Soldiers of Datong Prefecture," without even their names.

Between friend and foe, at least five hundred lives had been lost in one night. Yang Zhuihui hated war, especially wars with heavy casualties; he would rather turn the tide of a war single-handedly than let his men lose their lives, but there were far too many examples of "I didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me." Standing with his hands behind his back, Yang Zhuihui's gaze lingered on the wisps of smoke directly ahead, and he asked, "Zilong, is that where the Tatars are encamped?"

"Exactly."

Deng Zilong, a head shorter than Yang Zhuihui, wearing iron armor and a chainmail helmet, gazed ahead and continued, "It seems they haven't given up and will attack again. But with Lord Yang here, we're not afraid of any number of them, hehe."

"The future is always full of uncertainties. Oh, General Deng, since I was born, I've never heard of the Tatars attacking Datong Prefecture, and aren't the two countries separated by the Great Wall?"

“Lord Yang, even the current emperor shares your thoughts. Perhaps the Tatars know we all share this idea, which is why they deliberately sent troops all the way from Yinshan to Datong Prefecture.”

Deng Zilong bowed and said, “Last night we almost lost the city. It was only thanks to Lord Yang’s timely arrival that the thousands of people in Datong Prefecture were spared the Tatars’ cruelty. Moreover, there were no obstacles on the way from Datong Prefecture to the capital. The Tatars could easily have attacked the capital, and then the country would have perished!”

“When the city gates catch fire, the fish in the moat suffer. I understand this principle. As a member of the Ming Dynasty, it is my duty to do my part.”

Yang Zhuihui walked slowly along the city wall, then turned and asked, “Are you from Datong Prefecture?”

“Zilong is from Fengcheng, Jiangxi. I followed General Ke to Datong Prefecture, but I am actually planning to go to the Qiongzhou area to fight against the Japanese pirates.”

"General Hai Rui is a very good man. I was fortunate enough to visit him."

Yang Zhuihui raised his head. The rising sun had already emerged from the other side of the mountain, its light shining on this land stained red with blood. Feeling a little blinded, Yang Zhuihui squinted, like many others, wanting to explore the secrets of the sun with his eyes.

"Lord Yang, breakfast is ready."

Jing'er called out from below the city, making a megaphone shape with her hand.

"And you?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"I'll eat with them later. Take care, Lord Yang."

Deng Zilong clasped his hands in greeting.

"We're about the same age. You can call me Yang Guo or Brother Yang. Hehe, Brother Zilong, I'll be going now."

"Take care, Brother Yang!"

Only the three of them ate breakfast together: Yang Zhuihui, Ke Xingning, and his wife Qin Fengyan. Qin Fengyan wore a pure white chrysanthemum-patterned top and a moon-white pleated skirt. Her jet-black hair was styled into a reverse bun, adorned with a gold hairpin and delicate silver beaded tassels. Her ruby earrings swayed and shone, exuding a dignified and serene air.

Qin Fengyan was a demure, somewhat timid woman who occasionally glanced at Yang Zhuihui out of the corner of her eye, then lowered her head to eat as if she had done something wrong.

Yang Zhuihui, however, paid no attention to this woman who hadn't uttered a word, instead discussing the details of defending Datong Prefecture with Ke Xingning.

As the general who had been stationed in Datong Prefecture for over a decade, Ke Xingning naturally knew the city's facilities intimately. Like a teacher, he generously imparted his defensive strategies to Yang Zhuihui, adapting them to local conditions rather than simply reciting from the book.

Yang Zhuihui, well-versed in the three classic texts of governance—the *Six Secret Teachings*, the *Three Strategies*, and the *I Ching*—believed himself to know more about military strategy than Ke Xingning, yet he dared not underestimate the crucial factor of terrain for military success. Therefore, he carefully considered every point Ke Xingning made. When he didn't understand something, Yang Zhuihui would ask Ke Xingning to analyze it for him.

Thus, a simple breakfast took a full hour to finish.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui was confident in how to defend Datong Prefecture, but he was worried that the Tatars would reinforce their troops again. Moreover, they hadn't attacked Datong Prefecture again yet, and Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but suspect they were plotting something. Whatever the conspiracy, he thought, he'd just kill them all if they came!

Of course, Yang Zhuihui didn't know that Chao Lu, who had been holding back, was waiting for the deadly poison fire cannons that would obliterate him.

In his spare time, Yang Zhuihui went to visit Ke Qiangwei.

Seeing the bed curtains still drawn, Yang Zhuihui gestured for Jing'er to come over and asked softly, "How is Miss?"

"She's awake, but she can't eat yet,"

Jing'er said, a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

"My benefactor,"

Ke Qiangwei said, lifting the bed curtains to carefully observe Yang Zhuihui bathed in the morning light. Having already removed his heavy armor, Yang Zhuihui looked like a scholar, gentle and refined, making Ke Qiangwei hesitant to look directly into his concerned eyes.

Before Ke Qiangwei could speak, Yang Zhuihui had already walked to the bedside and asked with concern, "Miss Ke, how are you feeling?"

A few blushes rose on Qiangwei's face, slightly agitated, and she said softly, "Thank you for your concern, benefactor. I'm much better. How is the battle?"

Jing'er brought over a chair, and Yang Zhuihui sat down with a smile, saying, "The Tatars have retreated, but they've set up camp at Zizhai two miles away, and they might attack again. I've now taken over as the garrison commander, and I guarantee with my integrity that they will absolutely not cross the line."

Ke Qiangwei closed her eyes to rest, smiling, "When I woke up this morning, Jing'er told me about your prowess, benefactor, but she wasn't there. I'd like to hear you tell me how you forced the Tatars to retreat."

"Father's here, so naturally, I have to run,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"Hearing my benefactor say that, you're also a Tartar? Then once Rose recovers, Rose will execute my benefactor on the spot."

Ke Rose said with a faint smile, a cute little pear-shaped smile appearing on her lips. Her bright, lively eyes looked Yang Zhuihui up and down without the slightest shyness.

Yang Zhuihui scratched his chin and said with a grin, "Then I hope Miss Rose will execute me on the spot immediately."

"It's a pity there's no magic pill, otherwise I would love to go to the battlefield with my benefactor to kill the Tartars!"

Ke Jiwei, somewhat excited, tried to sit up, but the sharp pain in her abdomen prevented her from doing so, so she had to remain lying down. "Benefactor, if the Tartars retreat to the Tartars, will you continue to stay here to defend the city, or leave?"

Seeing that they were chatting so congenially, the obedient Jing'er didn't want to be a third wheel and slipped out through the door.

"I still need to go back to Dushi City; my family is all there."

"Oh, I know, Guo Fu is your first wife. When you married her last time, my father originally wanted to go, but he was worried that something might happen here, so he only had some small gifts prepared and sent over."

"Hehe, the sentiment is enough."

Recalling his marriage to Fu'er, Yang Zhuihui still couldn't quite believe that he and Fu'er had united that night! Even now, their wedding night was still unforgettable for Yang Zhuihui; a shy yet eager young girl was the most adorable.

"My benefactor, then I want to go with you too."

"Hmm?"

"My benefactor is so valiant, I've already taken a liking to you."

Ke Qiangwei said earnestly.

Hearing Jing'er's giggling laughter from outside the door, Yang Zhuihui was a little embarrassed. Thinking he had misheard, he asked, "Miss Qiangwei, what did you just say?"

"I said I've taken a liking to you."

"Take a...liking to me?"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled dryly, "Miss Qiangwei really loves to joke."

"I really have taken a liking to you. As long as I can be with my benefactor, Qiangwei is willing to be your slave."

Yang Zhuihui reached out and touched Qiangwei's forehead, saying, "You might have a fever. Get some rest. I won't disturb you any longer."

After saying that, Yang Zhuihui ran out.

"My benefactor..."

As soon as he ran out of the room, Yang Zhuihui bumped into Jing'er, almost taking advantage of her.

"Lord Yang, what's wrong?"

Jing'er asked with a mischievous smile.

"I'm thinking about how to interpret what your young lady said."

Yang Zhuihui turned around nervously, afraid that Ke Qiangwei would suddenly get out of bed and run out.

"Hehe, come here, let me tell Lord Yang about our young lady's eccentric temper."

Jing'er beckoned with her finger, and Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to follow her to the corner of the corridor.

Jing'er plucked a petal and tossed it into the fishpond by the corridor, watching the golden fish chase each other. She said, "My young lady's personality is similar to a man's. It's not that she's brash, but she doesn't like to hide her feelings. Actually, my young lady is outstanding! She's both scholarly and martial, and she's adorable; everyone admires her."

"Get to the point, get to the point."

"Hmm, hmm."

Jing'er sized up Yang Zhuihui, grinning mischievously, "Lord Yang, you are so handsome, you single-handedly drove back the Tatars, and you even saved a beauty in a moment of great danger. How could a young girl not be attracted to you? And I said, my young lady doesn't like to hide her feelings, so she was just telling you her innermost thoughts. Why are you so afraid? My young lady is the flower of Datong Prefecture!" "I don't care if she's a flower or a weed, a girl should still have basic modesty,"

Yang Zhuihui whined. "Fang looks terrifying. I don't even know her, yet she says she's attracted to me. That's what I should be saying!"

“Alright! Then go in and talk now!”

Jing’er stuck out her little tongue.

“I don’t have that kind of thought.”

Yang Zhuihui walked back and said, “Take good care of your young lady, I’m going to go for a walk.”

“Hmm, hmm, remember to visit the young lady when you have time! I heard that seeing your loved one makes wounds heal faster.”

Yang Zhuihui didn’t even turn his head and said, “What do you know, you little brat? Go take care of her.”

“Looks like there’s going to be a good show.”

Jing’er smiled slightly and ran into the room with small steps.

“Did I scare away my benefactor?”

Ke Qiangwei asked.

“He probably can’t accept the young lady right now, but I remember the first rule of the sect is that you can’t have sex with a man. What if Lord Yang really wants to be with the young lady? Lord Yang is so burly, he definitely has needs in that area.”

Jing’er frowned as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Chapter 185, Dare to Strip, Dare to Hold:

"Let's get him first!"

Ke Qiangwei revealed an innocent smile. "He was the most handsome when he saved me. I really thought he came from heaven to take me up to be a god!"

"You can't go, otherwise who will Jing'er serve?"

"Hehe, then you should find someone to marry!"

For the next two days, there was no movement from the Tatars, only the wisps of smoke indicating that they were still stationed two miles away. Even so, Yang Zhuihui did not relax his vigilance. He stood on the city wall for more than half an hour every day, and after each meal, he would take a walk around like a stroll. Occasionally, he would visit Ke Qiangwei, but each time he went there, he was met with her confession. Yang Zhuihui was a little amused and exasperated, so he simply stopped visiting her, hoping that her farce would end soon.

Although Ke Qiangwei was quite beautiful, Yang Zhuihui still couldn't accept that she was pursuing him. However, once Ke Qiangwei recovered, Yang Zhuihui wanted to know if she would offer herself to him.

After dinner, Yang Zhuihui patrolled outside with Deng Zilong before deciding to return to his room to rest. Lying in bed, Yang Zhuihui stared blankly out the window.

Before long, darkness enveloped the earth; it was time to light the lamps. However, Yang Zhuihui was too lazy to move. He was going to sleep soon anyway, so lighting the lamps now would be a waste. Besides, he disliked the smell of burning, which gave him the feeling of a fire, so he remained lying there. He

had been here for two days, but the Tatars had not made a move. Yang Zhuihui considered whether to lead his troops to attack, but the Ming army wasn't as invulnerable as he was, and casualties were something he didn't want to see. Judging

from the current situation, Datong Prefecture was relatively safe, but what about Dushi City? Fu'er, San Niang, Sha Ye, and Shi Le, who had inherited the unique weapons of the Four Heroes of Lingxiao, should be good helpers to Huang Rong and her group. If San Gu Fenghuang was willing to help, the Tatars would definitely not be able to conquer Dushi City.

Furthermore, the Dalai Lama's reinforcements should arrive in Dushi City in eight days. Skilled in horsemanship, they will be a formidable force. As for the Jurchens, they probably won't arrive so quickly.

Besides worrying about Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui was even more concerned that after the war, he would be somewhat inexperienced facing the Shangqing Palace, whose Taoist magic leaned towards the unorthodox.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui wished his senior uncle, Ling Wanbai, were by his side; at least she could tell him some ways to deal with the Shangqing Palace.

With a creak, the door opened.

Yang Zhuihui jumped up and saw a man in black enter.

"Who goes there?"

Yang Zhuihui immediately became alert, already grabbing his dragon-carved sword.

"I am Ji Hanxiang, formerly one of the three elders of the Shangqing Palace."

The voice was gentle, making it hard to associate her with any elder, and it seemed somewhat familiar, though Yang Zhuihui couldn't recall where he had heard that voice before.

During his last conversation with Zhou Buxian, Zhou Buxian mentioned Ji Hanxiang, but he didn't know that the other party was actually a woman, and that she had even come to his room.

"What business do you have with me?"

Yang Zhuihui remained vigilant.

"I've heard that you have a grudge against Shangqing Palace. Could you tell me more about it?"

"Reason?"

"Heh, the Shangqing Palace has been completely ruined by Shao Yuanjie, its morality gone."

After a pause, Ji Hanxiang continued, "Back then, Zhou Buxian, Shao Yuanjie, and I were all disciples of Qingyang Daoren, becoming the three founding elders of the Shangqing Palace. We spent ten years expanding the Shangqing Palace, making it as famous as Fuhu Mountain. After Qingyang Daoren passed away, the position of Palace Master had to be chosen from among the three elders. However, due to youthful impetuosity, I was angered by Shao Yuanjie and ran away, and my senior brother Zhou Buxian also went to the barbarians. These are all old stories. Based on my understanding of Shao Yuanjie's character, anyone who offends him will never live. So if you want to live, you must tell me properly."

Zhou Buxian had told Yang Zhuihui about this past event, and Ji Hanxiang repeated it, making it more believable. However, Yang Zhuihui still didn't understand why Ji Hanxiang was here, and judging from her full head of black hair, she didn't seem old. So he asked, "Senior Ji, how old are you?"

“I was adopted by Qingyang Daoist when I was young, so I don’t know my real age. I must be almost forty.”

“It seems Zhou Buxian is much older than you,”

Yang Zhuihui blurted out.

“Have you met Senior Brother Zhou Buxian?”

Ji Hanxiang hurriedly asked, “I heard that you united the three Jurchen tribes, and Senior Brother went there. So you have indeed met him?”

Yang Zhuihui quickly explained, “When I went to the wild Jurchen tribe, I heard people mention him. Because your Senior Brother lived there for a few years, everyone knows him. However, he recently went to Japan, apparently to study some kind of beast.”

“That’s something I don’t want to get involved in.”

Ji Hanxiang closed the door and said, “Be frank and tell me about your grudges with Shangqing Palace. Perhaps I can save your life.”

“I’ll walk my own path. I don’t need Senior Ji to worry about me.”

Yang Zhuihui declined.

“Hehe, I believe you will tell me next time we meet. Farewell!”

Ji Hanxiang bowed and left.

Yang Zhuihui walked to the door, looked left and right, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming she was gone, muttering, "How strange."

Early the next morning, Yang Zhuihui went on patrol as usual, then returned to the General's Mansion for breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, Yang Zhuihui intended to return to his room to meditate, but encountered Qin Fengyan.

Qin Fengyan, carrying a flower basket, smiled and said, "Does Lord Yang have some free time now?"

"Madam, what is it?"

Yang Zhuihui smiled, looking the still-charming woman up and down. Her beautiful eyes held a gentle tenderness, giving her a very approachable air.

"I need to go to the back garden to pick some peach blossoms for tea. All the servants have disappeared. Lord Yang is highly skilled in martial arts; could you please help me?"

Faced with the beautiful woman's invitation, Yang Zhuihui readily accepted and walked with Qin Fengyan towards the back garden. The General's mansion's back garden was filled with flowers and plants that Yang Zhuihui couldn't name, while the peach trees Qin Fengyan had mentioned were planted on either side of a winding stream, with two logs laid across the banks forming a makeshift bridge.

"Why is there a stream in the General's mansion's back garden?"

Yang Zhuihui asked curiously.

"Perhaps it's for watering the garden. It was there when I married into the General's mansion. At first, it seemed a little strange, but after a while, it's become commonplace. Let's go to the other side."

Qin Fengyan had already stepped onto the log bridge. Perhaps because the logs were damp, she almost slipped and fell into the stream, but fortunately, Yang Zhuihui grabbed her hand, saving her from disaster.

"Thank you, Lord Yang."

Qin Fengyan quickly curtsied.

"It's nothing."

Once on the other side, Qin Fengyan carried the flower basket, while Yang Zhuihui began showing off his light-footed skills, leaping up, plucking peach blossoms, landing, and placing them in the basket, earning Qin Fengyan's clapping and praise. The vast garden echoed with Qin Fengyan's somewhat exaggerated laughter, which seemed a little wanton.

After filling a basket to the brim with flowers, Qin Fengyan sat down to rest by the river, occasionally tossing petals into the water. Watching the goldfish chase each other, Qin Fengyan smiled broadly, like a blooming peony, captivating Yang Zhuihui, who sat beside her.

Perhaps from her earlier excitement, jumping and hopping under the trees, Qin Fengyan's face was flushed, and her armpits were damp with fragrant sweat, making the fabric there almost transparent, vaguely revealing a pale blue bodice. Her beautiful breasts were tightly bound, and from the side, Yang Zhuihui seemed to see the outline of her breasts, a beautiful curve. His penis tingled,

Yang Zhuihui quickly averted his gaze, not daring to fantasize about Qin Fengyan anymore, fearing he might do something beastly. But since no one was around, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to be a beast?

As Yang Zhuihui was lost in lewd thoughts, Qin Fengyan rested her head on his shoulder, saying, "I'm so tired, let me lean on you for a bit."

"Mmm."

Smelling the rich, alluring fragrance emanating from Qin Fengyan, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but take a deep breath. His gaze drifted sideways into her slightly parted neckline, revealing a deep cleavage between her tightly pressed breasts. A pale blue bodice obscured his view, preventing him from seeing her breasts clearly, but this hazy beauty was more alluring than full nudity, causing Yang Zhuihui to feel a stirring in his groin.

To conceal his lust, Yang Zhuihui bent his left leg, pressing his penis against the inside of his left thigh, so that Qin Fengyan wouldn't see his unsightly state.

"Does Lord Yang like the scenery here?"

Qin Fengyan murmured.

"I quite like it,"

Yang Zhuihui quickly replied, stealing a glance at Qin Fengyan's eyes, which seemed to hold a hint of sorrow. Yang Zhuihui's throat felt a little dry, and he swallowed, saying, "The rural scenery is actually quite nice."

"Then tell me, am I more beautiful, or are the peach blossoms here more beautiful?"

Hearing this question, which seemed to be deliberately seducing him, Yang Zhuihui couldn't resist any longer. He pulled Qin Fengyan into his arms, staring at her darting eyes, and said, "Madam is a hundred, a thousand times more beautiful than the peach blossoms." Qin Fengyan gently pushed Yang Zhuihui away and ran off, twirling under the peach tree. Her skirt fluttered, revealing her long, fair legs, making Yang Zhuihui even more lustful. He stood up, staring intently at her lower body, wishing her skirt would flutter higher so he could see that sacred soil.

A few delicate red peach petals fell, caught by Qin Fengyan. Holding the peach blossoms, she gently breathed on them, and the petals floated up, twirling in the air before landing in Yang Zhuihui's palm.

"Am I really beautiful?"

Qin Fengyan had lost her shyness and gained a wilder edge, like a lioness, staring greedily at Yang Zhuihui, occasionally letting out a silvery laugh.

"I never lie."

Yang Zhuihui ran to Qin Fengyan in a few steps, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pressed her against the peach tree, and pressed his body tightly against hers. With a petal in his mouth, he said, "I want to taste you like I would a petal, to determine whether you are more delicious or the petal is more delicious."

"Let me taste the petal first too."

Qin Fengyan stood on tiptoe and, without saying a word, bit into the petal that Yang Zhuihui had not yet swallowed completely. She then kissed Yang Zhuihui's lips, sucking on them with a thirsty look.

Consumed by lust, Yang Zhuihui's hands roamed freely over Qin Fengyan's body. While responding to her passionate kisses, he untied the thin veil around her waist, pulling it off forcefully. His gaze was immediately drawn to her completely exposed genitals. This slut wasn't wearing trousers, only a bodice. She really was shameless!

Qin Fengyan covered her private parts with one hand, glared at Yang Zhuihui, and said, "You've already seen my private parts, so I want to see yours too. Hurry up and take it off."

"Do you want me to suck it?"

Yang Zhuihui lewdly asked.

"If you dare to take it off, I dare to suck it!"

Qin Fengyan snorted.

Yang Zhuihui quickly removed his robe, revealing his large, veiny penis. He shook it with his hand and chuckled, "Madam, please use your cherry-like mouth to suck it."

Chapter 186, Cultivating Lustful Skills, May 26th.

"Let me touch it, see how hot it is."

Qin Fengyan walked up to Yang Zhuihui, still covering her private parts with one hand, while holding the large, hot penis with the other, and laughed, "It really is quite hot."

"Suck it, it needs Madam's little mouth."

"Guess what, if I shout out loud now, the people in the General's Mansion will think something has happened?"

Qin Fengyan chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

As if doused with cold water, Yang Zhuihui's penis immediately went limp, completely misunderstanding the meaning behind Qin Fengyan's words.

"We can cooperate. I know you've been hunted by the Shangqing Palace for a long time, and you even crippled Yao Ling'er's internal energy. With your abilities and my understanding of the Shangqing Palace, I believe this cooperation will be very pleasant."

Qin Fengyan no longer appeared alluring, but rather cold and aloof.

Hearing her tone, Yang Zhuihui broke out in a cold sweat and said, "You are Ji Hanxiang!"

"That's right."

"How...how could this be?" "Fifteen years ago, I left the Shangqing Palace, fearing that Shao Yuanjie would persecute me, and I was forced to marry Ke Xingning. For so many years, I have always wanted to take back the Shangqing Palace and not let Shao Yuanjie destroy it. Although he has now brought the Shangqing Palace to its peak, things always turn around. Almost all the sects in the martial arts world are prejudiced against the Shangqing Palace, and it has also made enemies with the Divine Python Sect. All signs indicate that the Shangqing Palace will suffer a terrible fate. As the previous elder, I cannot stand by and watch the Shangqing Palace be destroyed."

"I am just an unknown nobody, and I can't do anything."

"Don't play dumb with me. A discerning person doesn't lie. I know you used your lewd skills to cripple Yao Ling'er's internal energy. Just for that, you'll be hunted down by the Shangqing Palace. You're only alive because of the Jurchen envoy, but once the situation here stabilizes, you'll still be killed by the Shangqing Palace!"

Yang Zhuihui whispered in Ji Hanxiang's ear, "So, what does Senior intend to do?"

"It's simple. Cooperate with me, join forces to defeat the Shangqing Palace. I want to restore the Shangqing Palace to the righteous path, otherwise, Qingyang Daoist will never rest in peace!"

"That seems like a good deal."

Yang Zhuihui suddenly pressed Ji Hanxiang against the peach tree, grabbed her arm, squeezed her meridians, and sneered, "I finally understand why you used such despicable tricks to make me submit. It turns out you don't even have any internal energy now."

"Looks like you're not stupid. Indeed. If I were still like before, I would have used force last night to make you tell the truth."

Ji Hanxiang appeared defiant, but now she was just a weak woman. To make Yang Zhuihui submit, she could only resort to seduction.

"If you are truly an elder, even if your martial arts skills aren't high, you couldn't possibly lack any internal energy, could you?"

Yang Zhuihui continued to inhale the delicate fragrance emanating from Ji Hanxiang's body, murmuring, "Your body is so well-preserved; I really want to taste it."

"To be honest, I was poisoned by Shao Yuanjie, and many of my acupoints were sealed, which forced me to marry Ke Xingning in order to survive."

"Alright, then I can cooperate with you, but..."

"You want me, don't you?"

"Senior is truly a man of character, seeing right through my thoughts. Hehe, this can be considered your sincerity in cooperating, is that alright?"

Imagining the scene of penetrating Ji Hanxiang's honeyed orifice, his penis regained its majesty, and glistening droplets of fluid even oozed from its head.

Ji Hanxiang wrapped her arms around Yang Zhuihui's neck and asked, "Before that, tell me who your master is. In my experience, I've never heard of a sect that specializes in practicing erotic arts. I only know that the Divine Python Sect has a practice called 'Hehuan' (合欢, a type of sexual intercourse), but the Divine Python Sect has always only accepted female disciples, so I'm very interested in your sect."

"I'm very interested in this place

, senior." Yang Zhuihui grabbed Ji Hanxiang's genitals, his middle finger already inserted along the slightly muddy valley. "I didn't expect you to be so wet here, senior. It seems you also want to practice erotic arts with me, hehe." "

Mmm..."

Ji Hanxiang's delicate body trembled slightly, not stopping Yang Zhuihui's intrusion at all. She just stared into his eyes and said, "Tell me about your master or sect." "

I was originally a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, but I was expelled from the sect by Bing Luoye. Later, I accidentally obtained a martial arts manual that recorded the incantations of erotic arts, so I have no sect."

"What about the manual?"

"I burned it because I was afraid that the first person in the world to learn it would be able to share a woman as delicious as you with him."

"Really?"

Ji Hanxiang was still somewhat skeptical of Yang Zhuihui's words.

"Only men can practice the Yin Gong. Senior can only assist. Practicing with me might allow you to regain your internal energy. Do you want to try?"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, his middle finger moving in and out of Ji Hanxiang's honeyed orifice. Ji Hanxiang's willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed from time to time, which made Yang Zhuihui very proud.

While enduring Yang Zhuihui's finger thrusting in and out, Ji Hanxiang carefully considered his words. In the end, she nodded. It seemed that she also understood that if she wanted to reclaim Shangqing Palace, she could only place her hopes on Yang Zhuihui. Therefore, dual cultivation was definitely necessary. As long as there was a way to obtain internal energy, she would not give up easily.

In the past fifteen years, Ji Hanxiang had secretly visited many doctors who claimed to have superb medical skills, but the sealed acupoints could not be unsealed. This was the biggest reason why she was willing to stay by Ke Xingning's side. If she had recovered 30% of her former strength, she would have left long ago. However, Ke Qiangwei had become her concern.

“Please turn around, Madam. I’ll enter from behind. I’ll let you experience the charm of my erotic arts.”

“I’ve never done that position before, but consider it a greeting gift today. If you hear footsteps, don’t stop. I’ll call for rape.”

Ji Hanxiang turned around, her hands on the peach tree, and smiled very proactively. The slightly parted vulva was flanked by swollen mounds of flesh, the petals glistening with nectar reflecting the light of her eroticism. The entrance to her vulva was also displayed before Yang Zhuihui, and slightly above it was a distinctly wrinkled anal flower.

Seeing that Yang Zhuihui didn’t move, Ji Hanxiang turned to look at him. Seeing that he was staring at her private parts, Ji Hanxiang was a little dissatisfied and said, “I’m so sincere, but you’re not sincere at all.”

“Sorry, senior, it’s because your vulva is too beautiful.”

Yang Zhuihui held his penis against the entrance to her vulva and slowly pushed in.

"Hmm..."

Although Ji Hanxiang was already a forty-year-old mature woman, her husband Ke Xingning was always busy with military affairs and rarely made love to her. Furthermore, Ji Hanxiang felt that Ke Xingning was incredibly lucky to have married her, so she was reluctant to be intimate with him. During their marriage, they made love once every day or two, but as time went on, Ji Hanxiang increasingly felt that Ke Xingning was just a brute. After giving birth to Ke Qiangwei, they rarely made love, and Ji Hanxiang almost forgot the feeling of her vagina being filled.

"Oh..."

When Yang Zhuihui inserted his entire penis, Ji Hanxiang's legs trembled. The flesh inside her vagina gripped Yang Zhuihui's large penis tightly, and she felt the burning heat of his penis rushing straight to her uterus, almost making her unable to stand.

Even simple insertion gave Ji Hanxiang such satisfaction; if Yang Zhuihui started thrusting, Ji Hanxiang would be raped to death!

"Senior, isn't this thing of mine pretty good?"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"Very big...very long..."

Ji Hanxiang, who didn't like to hide anything, said it directly, as if Ke Qiangwei had inherited her fine tradition of speaking her mind.

"Thank you for the praise, senior. I will work harder."

Yang Zhuihui assumed a horse stance and began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Slow...slow down...I haven't gotten used to it yet..."

Ji Hanxiang raised her buttocks higher and swayed slightly, causing Yang Zhuihui's glans to constantly hit her hot, lustful flesh. Hot honey overflowed from their point of contact, dripping onto the ground and nourishing the tree roots. Perhaps next year's peach blossoms would bloom even more beautifully.

Yang Zhuihui knew that the best way to satisfy the desires of a mature woman in her prime was to go all out, so he thrust hard from the beginning, each time breaking through Ji Hanxiang's flower core. When he withdrew, even the glans almost slipped out, then he would freeze, and thrust in again with force. This was repeated more than ten times, and Ji Hanxiang was almost going crazy. "Oh...oh...it's so hot...it's so hot..."

Listening to Ji Hanxiang's moans, Yang Zhuihui found it hard to connect her with the elder of Shangqing Palace. Now, Yang Zhuihui only saw her as a woman seeking pleasure, her greatest desire being his large penis.

"I'll let you feel the charm of erotic arts. You'll experience sexual pleasure you've never felt before."

Yang Zhuihui lay on Ji Hanxiang's back, his hands pinching one of her full breasts in each hand. Through her bodice, he found the already hard and engorged nipples, rotating them left and right while thrusting vigorously. The sound was almost like a water pump, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out, wetting Yang Zhuihui's pubic hair and even splashing onto his chest. A faint odor spread between them, wafting into each other's noses. Yang Zhuihui thrust even harder, and Ji Hanxiang moaned even more ecstatically.

Against the backdrop of the beautiful scenery in the back garden, this lewd lovemaking took on a sacred air. If there were one more snake, Yang Zhuihui would be Adam, and Ji Hanxiang would be Eve. The snake tempted them to eat the forbidden fruit, the forbidden fruit stained with lustful fluids. Yang Zhuihui continued his assault, petals falling from the swaying peach tree. Some landed on Ji Hanxiang's delicate body, some on Yang Zhuihui's head, and some even landed at their point of union, sticking to Ji Hanxiang's buttocks or Yang Zhuihui's pubic hair, their bodies sensing the sacred intercourse.

"Slow down... I can't take it anymore..."

Ji Hanxiang groaned.

"Not good enough?"

Yang Zhuihui abruptly pulled out his wet, throbbing penis, the entire shaft covered in Ji Hanxiang's nectar, the glans glistening. Ji Hanxiang's wet, gaping vagina opened and closed, releasing slightly cloudy nectar.

"Ah, hurry up and thrust it in."

Ji Hanxiang hurriedly said, "I want to continue experiencing your lewd skills."

"I know you're enjoying it, senior!"

Yang Zhuihui thrust in again with force.

"Oh!" Her vagina was filled again, and Ji Hanxiang let out a very satisfied moan. After hundreds of thrusts, Ji Hanxiang couldn't take it anymore. Her whole body was trembling, and she gasped, "I'm going to come... I haven't felt this way in a long time..."

"Not now, the lewd skills are just beginning."

Yang Zhuihui smiled wickedly and pressed three acupoints on Ji Hanxiang: Siman, Guanyuan, and Qugu.

"Ah!"

Ji Hanxiang raised her head and moaned hoarsely, thinking that her vaginal fluid would spray out, but she felt as if her cervix was blocked. At this moment, not even a drop of vaginal fluid flowed out; it was all sealed deep inside her honey hole.

"So swollen... Ugh... What's going on..."

"The essence of lewd skills lies in using the female's orgasm to give each other extra internal energy."

Yang Zhuihui kissed Ji Hanxiang's neck, and Ji Hanxiang turned her face away, eagerly extending her tongue. Their tongues immediately intertwined, twisting and turning like mating serpents, hungrily consuming each other's saliva.

Chapter 187, Hanxiang's Desire "

Ugh... ugh..."

Ji Hanxiang frowned, the urge to urinate making her extremely uncomfortable. What was even more frustrating was that Yang Zhuihui's seemingly indestructible penis was still thrusting into her increasingly tight vagina. Ji Hanxiang felt her entire uterus was about to boil. Their

tongues separated, and Yang Zhuihui slipped his hands inside Ji Hanxiang's bodice, grasping her burning breasts. His buttocks began to thrust rapidly, his ejaculation gate opening, and hot semen spurted in with a series of spurts. However, because the acupoints were pressed, the semen couldn't reach the uterus, remaining stuck at the contracted cervix.

"I can't take it anymore... my body is going to break..."

Ji Hanxiang's expression was one of great pain.

"Now, let's enjoy the greatest pleasure." "

Yang Zhuihui, shivering several times, immediately released Ji Hanxiang's acupoints.

"Ah!"

A moan even more intense than an orgasm echoed in the back garden. Ji Hanxiang, completely unable to support herself, knelt on the ground, but still raised her beautiful buttocks high to prevent Yang Zhuihui's penis from slipping out.

Yang Zhuihui slapped Ji Hanxiang's buttocks hard, looking at the handprints, and gently twitched a few times. Suddenly, he felt a surge of heat flow from his penis into his dantian, making his mind much clearer.

"Impossible!"

Ji Hanxiang suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui was startled.

"How could this be?"

Ji Hanxiang's eyes widened. The flesh inside her vagina was still writhing rapidly, sucking on Yang Zhuihui's gradually softening penis. Because her buttocks were raised, her vaginal fluids couldn't even spurt out.

"What's wrong?" "

Yang Zhuihui asked again.

"I feel... I feel an acupoint that has been sealed for fifteen years being opened by the internal force surging into my dantian..."

Ji Hanxiang exclaimed as if she had discovered a new continent.

"That means practicing lewd arts with me is a good choice."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, his penis already sliding out of her vagina. Ji Hanxiang lay on the green grass, letting her vaginal fluid gush out like urine, her eyes fixed on Yang Zhuihui's penis, a sticky drop of semen still hanging from the glans, attracting her attention like a fishing rod.

"It's incredible."

Ji Hanxiang revealed a rare smile, grabbing Yang Zhuihui's penis with one hand, "I love it to death!" Ji

Hanxiang propped herself up, opened her mouth and took the still-smelling, large penis into her mouth, moaning as she sucked, cleaning up Yang Zhuihui's mess.

Seeing Ji Hanxiang's seductive appearance, Yang Zhuihui knew he wouldn't be lonely in Datong Prefecture. After licking it clean, Ji Hanxiang had Yang Zhuihui pull her up, spreading her legs wide to let the semen drip slowly, occasionally reaching out to swat the flow and smear it on the peach tree.

Cleaned up and dressed, Ji Hanxiang, her legs still trembling, could only sit on the ground to rest, deliberately lifting her skirt to let the breeze kiss her still swollen vulva.

Yang Zhuihui, now dressed, lay back on the grass, looking at Ji Hanxiang, a mature woman with mediocre bedroom skills but incredibly seductive, and asked, "What are your plans for the next few days, Senior?"

"I'll make love to you whenever I have time. I believe that after a few more times, all my sealed acupoints will be released, and then I can have a proper showdown with Shao Yuanjie!"

Ji Hanxiang laughed.

"Hmm, I hope you succeed." “

I’ll get you some ginseng soup to nourish you later. We’ll continue tonight, right here.”

Ji Hanxiang said, “You’re truly my savior.”

"Thank you for the compliment, senior. I can benefit from it too, so why not? However, I hope you will keep this a secret. Oh, by the way, you should be staying at the General's Mansion, so how do you know what I did in the capital?"

"You don't need to ask. Even if you did, I wouldn't tell you."

Ji Hanxiang sat up, leaning against Yang Zhuihui's chest, and reached out to stroke his crotch, saying, "I've never known before that a man's thing is more effective than an elixir."

"Only mine has this ability,"

Yang Zhuihui said narcissistically.

"You shameless junior. Luckily you came here, otherwise I might have been a mediocre woman for the rest of my life until I die of old age."

Ji Hanxiang suddenly became very serious, saying, "I must cleanse the Shangqing Palace and prevent Shao Yuanjie from acting recklessly again, so..."

"So we must make love every night,"

Yang Zhuihui interrupted.

"Anyway, the Tatars haven't attacked yet. Come here and meet me when you have time."

Faced with the lustful Ji Hanxiang, Yang Zhuihui felt he might be drained dry by her. He also realized that he absolutely could not tell her the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon, otherwise, having lost his value, he might die a violent death!

Zhou Buxian was such a scumbag, and this lustful mature woman in front of him might be the same. Better safe than sorry!

"Senior, how many acupoints are still unopened?"

"Nine were sealed in total. I just opened the Fushe acupoint, which is closest to the bottom. I don't know if the others can be opened smoothly. If they can, I should really thank you."

Ji Hanxiang stroked Yang Zhuihui's arm and said, "If you had been born twenty years earlier, I would definitely have married you."

"Can't you now?"

"I'm already married to Ke Xingning."

Thinking of that brute Ke Xingning, Ji Hanxiang sighed again and said, "It's all thanks to Shao Yuanjie. If I hadn't been chased by him, how could I have endured the humiliation of marrying such a mediocre person as Ke Xingning?"

Yang Zhuihui's hand began to linger on Ji Hanxiang's nipple and he said with a smile, "The reality of marriage is more important than the name of marriage. Now that I have the reality of marriage with you, senior, as for the name of marriage, let's not talk about it."

"I heard that my daughter Qiangwei confessed to you. What do you think?"

"She's only fifteen years old, but she looks very mature. Hehe, I won't do anything rash, senior, don't worry."

“She’s still very young, so you can’t use her body to practice your lewd arts. The speed and the burning sensation are too much for Rose to handle.”

Yang Zhuihui rolled over and pinned Ji Hanxiang beneath him, chuckling, “So, Senior means you can handle it?”

“Not now. If you keep going, I won’t be able to walk.”

Ji Hanxiang pushed Yang Zhuihui away, got up to straighten her disheveled clothes, picked up a basket of peach blossoms, and said, “Come on, I’ll make you some tea, and I’ll send someone to buy some game to nourish you. You’d better work hard tonight.”

“Alright.”

Yang Zhuihui seemed a little helpless.

They walked out of the back garden. The white fox that Poppy had transformed into was still perched on the wall. She had witnessed the whole thing. Logically, she should have gone back to the Shangqing Palace to report the discovery of Ji Hanxiang, but she only agreed to the transformation so she could kill Yang Zhuihui. If the transformation was complete, she would leave the Shangqing Palace, let alone someone completely unrelated to her. She even felt it didn’t matter if the Shangqing Palace was destroyed, as long as Yang Zhuihui fell into her hands and she could torture him at will!

However, the transformation wasn't completely finished yet, and she still had to rely on the Shangqing Palace, so she had to obediently carry out her tasks, though her sapphire-like pupils always revealed a murderous intent.

Yang Zhuihui and Ke Xingning were chatting in the hall about their speculations about why the Tatars hadn't attacked the city yet, while Ji Hanxiang brought them freshly brewed ginseng tea, with peach blossoms floating on top, a fresh and delicate aroma spreading.

"My wife is best at brewing this, Brother Yang, why don't you try it?"

Ke Xingning said enthusiastically.

"I was just helping my wife pick peach blossoms."

Yang Zhuihui smiled as he took the ginseng tea from Ji Hanxiang, smelled it, and praised, "Madam Ke, it tastes delicious."

"It is delicious."

With her back to Ke Xingning, Ji Hanxiang rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui several times, and even licked her lips with her fragrant tongue as if seductively, before turning around to serve Ke Xingning the ginseng tea.

"Madam, your walking posture today..."

"Oh, I tried to climb up while picking peach blossoms, but I fell."

Ji Hanxiang quickly explained, the fall was a pretense, the real reason being that her lower body was numb from Yang Zhuihui's ministrations.

"Madam Ke, you should go back and rest well, your health is important."

Yang Zhuihui said seriously.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Ji Hanxiang curtsied and went into the inner hall.

"Since marrying into my Ke family, she has rarely spoken, but today she's finally opened her mouth. It seems my wife and Brother Yang get along quite well. Please talk to my wife more often when you have time, that way I'll feel more at ease."

Ke Xingning smiled.

"Yes, I will when I have time."

Yang Zhuihui looked at Ke Xingning, almost bursting out laughing. Wasn't this clearly asking him to have more sex with his wife? Why not?

For the next three days, Yang Zhuihui and Ji Hanxiang went to the back garden for lovemaking every morning and late at night. Ji Hanxiang became more and more wanton each time, even performing a naked dance for Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui, in turn, used his huge, red-hot penis to satisfy her, making her moan more ecstatically than a prostitute. As a result of this passion, Ji Hanxiang's acupoints were gradually released.

The later the release, the more difficult it became. When releasing the fifth acupoint, Yang Zhuihui used Ji Hanxiang's body to perform the first move of the Lustful Dragon twice before finally opening it. However, the two consecutive sessions of dual cultivation directly caused Ji Hanxiang to faint. She didn't wake up for a full half hour. After waking up, she performed oral sex on Yang Zhuihui and even sucked his testicles into her mouth, stroking his penis while tasting it, making it hard as an iron rod again.

If Ji Hanxiang's body hadn't been unable to withstand it, Yang Zhuihui would have inserted his penis again.

They had made love no less than eight times in three days, but only five acupoints had been unlocked. It seemed that unlocking the remaining four would be extremely difficult.

At another climax, Ji Hanxiang groaned, head held high, enjoying the intense pleasure. At the same time, she carefully felt the Dazhong acupoint on her ankle, feeling it was about to be opened, but it wouldn't. Ji Hanxiang was a little frustrated, wanting to make love with Yang Zhuihui again, but she couldn't handle it, so she had to abandon the idea and snuggle up to Yang Zhuihui.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, Brother Yang..."

Hearing Deng Zilong's shouts, Yang Zhuihui and Ji Hanxiang were startled and hurriedly put on their clothes.

Deng Zilong, running into the back garden, didn't notice their panicked expressions. He gasped, "Brother Yang... the Tatars... the Tatars have dispatched troops! Quickly, follow me to the North Gate!"

Six whole days had passed since they arrived in Datong Prefecture, and the Tatars had finally sent troops. Yang Zhuihui, practically rusting from exhaustion, needed to prove himself. He wanted those Tatars to know he wasn't someone to be trifled with!

However, Yang Zhuihui was unaware that what awaited him were the Tatars' poison-fire cannons, powerful enough to blast him to pieces...

He rushed back to his room, hastily donned his golden armor, grabbed his dragon-carved sword, and Yang Zhuihui, Deng Zilong, and their group mounted their warhorses and galloped towards the North Gate.

At this moment, Chao Lu was observing the situation at the North Gate through a telescope, while Hada paced anxiously beside him. Behind them were eight poison-fire cannons, their gunners ready, the muzzles aimed at the gate.

These poison-fire cannons have a range of about ten miles, and this place is only two miles away from the city gate. Hitting the target would be a piece of cake. However, Chao Lu's target was Yang Zhuihui, who was wearing golden armor, and these eight poison-fire cannons were prepared for him alone.

"Brother, how is the situation?"

Hada, who was getting impatient, asked.

"That kid should be here soon. Blow the charge horn again. I don't believe he won't come out. He's just a piece of trash who's trying to be a hero!"

Chao Lu sneered.

Chapter 188, The Burning Frontline

Hada hurriedly ran to the slope, straightened his chest and pulled in his stomach, took a deep breath, and blew the horn again.

The muffled sound spread around, and the Tatar soldiers surging towards the north gate quickened their pace, shouting loud slogans.

In contrast, the defenders on the north gate were much quieter; they were squatting in the arrow tower, observing the Tatars through the square windows. The arrows were all nocked, and as soon as the flag officers of each group gave the order, they would fire.

Inside the city gates, the catapults were all ready, and everyone stood firm at their posts, determined to do their utmost to defend Datong Prefecture.

"The garrison general has arrived!"

Deng Zilong shouted, and everyone's faces lit up with excitement. They all turned to look at Yang Zhuihui, who was galloping under the bright sun. His dazzling golden light filled them with awe, and they regarded him as their savior.

Reining in his horse, Yang Zhuihui and Deng Zilong rode along the horse path to the main tower, observing the approaching Tatar soldiers.

"Get the catapults ready. Launch them as soon as they're within range,"

Yang Zhuihui commanded.

A soldier responsible for estimating the firing distance responded, constantly looking around and occasionally instructing the soldiers below to adjust the catapult's firing angle to kill more Tatar soldiers at once.

"Launch!"

he shouted, gesturing as he spoke.

The guards in charge of the catapults slashed the thick ropes they had painstakingly tightened with their swords, and head-sized boulders were hurled outside the city, raining down on the Tatar soldiers. Screams erupted.

But the Tatar soldiers were completely unfazed and quickened their pace.

"I see him. He's quite conspicuous,"

Chao Lu said with a cold smile. "Aim your cannons at the second floor of the main building."

With all eight poison fire cannons ready, Chao Lu gave the order, and the cannons roared, burning shells flying towards the main building.

Before Yang Zhuihui could react, the crenellations in front of him were shattered by the shells, and the huge shockwave from the explosions sent him flying, crashing heavily onto the main building and falling, landing right at the arrow tower.

At the same time, at least five more shells attacked the area around the crenellations where he had just landed, scattering stones and debris everywhere, creating a large breach there as well.

"General, are you alright!"

The guards hiding in the arrow tower hurriedly helped Yang Zhuihui, who was spitting blood, to his feet. "I'll take you down to rest."

"No need, it's nothing. Prepare to fight those bastards!"

Yang Zhuihui barely managed to stand up. He felt as if all the bones in his body had been rearranged, and he felt as if countless hands were churning in his stomach. He almost vomited.

"Brother Yang!"

Deng Zilong, unharmed, jumped from the breach into the arrow tower and asked anxiously, "How are you?"

"Luckily, I wasn't hit, or I would be dead."

Yang Zhuihui, who hadn't heard the cannon fire, hurriedly said, "They're definitely loading up their cannonballs. The next wave of attack will blast open the city gate, and then the defense of Datong Prefecture will be in vain. Quickly, get the catapults to retreat. Once the city gate is open, the catapults will be the first to be hit!"

"Zilong understands!"

Deng Zilong hurriedly ordered, and the guards pulled the catapults back to prepare for the next volley. Their maximum range was set inside the city, and they knew that the next wave of cannonballs would definitely break through the city gate.

Through the square window, Yang Zhuihui observed the Tatars. They hadn't advanced any further and were standing at the edge of the arrow range, waiting for the cannonballs to fire again.

"We can't wait any longer."

Knowing that the city gate might fall, Yang Zhuihui drew his sword and jumped out of the arrow tower. He pushed off the gate tower with his foot and flew towards the Tatar soldiers.

Just as Chao Lu, who thought Yang Zhuihui had been blown up, stood there triumphantly, he was enraged to see Yang Zhuihui reappear and leap over the city wall. He nearly broke his golden bow in anger, roaring, "Aim at him! At all costs!"

"Brother, we've waited so many days to attack the city gate; we can't wait any longer,"

Hada tried to stop him.

"As long as he's alive, even if all the walls of Datong Prefecture collapse, we can't take it,"

Chao Lu said, cold sweat beading on his face. "Attack!"

Yang Zhuihui had already landed in the Tatar camp, piercing a Tatar soldier's chest with his sword and pushing him forward, killing another Tatar soldier as well.

He snatched a spear from a Tatar soldier and thrust it to the right, instantly piercing the throats of three Tatar soldiers.

"Ah!"

Yang Zhuihui roared like a lion, forcefully swinging his dragon-carved sword. The sword flashed, and several Tatar soldiers had their heads severed, but their bodies continued to run forward due to inertia, blood splattering everywhere.

Seeing this, the soldiers guarding the watchtower wanted to go down and help, but those who only knew basic martial arts couldn't even leave the city gate, so how could they help? They could only watch helplessly as Yang Zhuihui charged into battle.

At this moment, the cannons roared again, shells landing around Yang Zhuihui, killing hundreds of Tatar soldiers. The lucky Yang Zhuihui was only hit in the legs and abdomen by flying iron filings, but didn't bleed. His golden armor had finally provided protection. Even without the armor, with his invulnerable body, Yang Zhuihui wasn't afraid of being injured, but he worried that if he were hit directly by a cannonball, there would be no chance of survival.

"I'll go!"

Chao Lu pushed aside a gunner, readjusted the cannon's aim, and took a torch to light the fuse. Just as Yang Zhuihui was secretly rejoicing at his narrow escape, he suddenly felt a deafening roar. A loud bang, and everything went black; he was enveloped in thick smoke. He

clearly felt the cannonball exploding in front of him, but Yang Zhuihui felt no pain, only a buzzing sound like bees circling his head.

When he smelled the stench of rotting flesh, his face turned deathly pale.

Poppy!

A name he had always wanted to avoid.

As the thick smoke gradually dissipated, the scene before him confirmed Yang Zhuihui's suspicions. The hideous beast of flesh stood before him, falling to the ground like excrement, its body covered in iron filings. In front of it lay a crater recently created by a cannonball, still emitting smoke.

This beast of flesh had shielded Yang Zhuihui from a cannonball that could have taken his life? Yang Zhuihui couldn't believe it; Poppy clearly wanted him dead!

Turning his head, Yang Zhuihui saw Poppy transformed into a white fox, watching him with cold eyes, before disappearing beneath the city wall in a moment. The beast of flesh burrowed into the ground and vanished without a trace.

Without time to ponder Poppy's strange behavior, Yang Zhuihui grabbed his sword and ran forward.

The cannonballs landed on their own lines, and the Tatar soldiers were already in complete disarray. Yang Zhuihui easily broke through their encirclement, leaping up and landing steadily less than a hundred paces from Chaolu.

A glance at Chaolu's attire told Yang Zhuihui he was the commander of this battle. He then unleashed his Frost and Snow Flying Sword; the Carved Dragon Sword flew from Yang Zhuihui's hand towards Chaolu.

Chaolu had already drawn his bow, pulled the string, and released it. The arrow flew swiftly, the arrowhead striking the tip of the Carved Dragon Sword precisely.

Clang!

After a piercing sound, the arrow shattered, and the dragon-carved sword continued flying forward. But Chao Lu had already moved to the side; the sword flew past his ear and embedded itself in a tree trunk, scattering leaves everywhere. At this moment, Hada rushed towards Yang Zhuihui, leaping up and kicking at Yang Zhuihui's chest. Yang Zhuihui took two steps back slightly, avoiding the kick.

Hada braced himself with his palms, using his hands instead of feet, his seemingly phantom legs sweeping towards Yang Zhuihui's ankles. Yang Zhuihui roared, leaping into the air. Hada missed his kick, bracing himself with his left palm, his body spinning several times in mid-air before landing.

Hada, like a monkey, bent over and stared at Yang Zhuihui, saying, "Without your sword, are you just a coward?"

"I'll make you pay for that,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled coldly, walking towards Hada, his right palm secretly gathering strength.

"I'll kick you away!"

Hada, seemingly only skilled in leg techniques, attacked Yang Zhuihui again, just like before. This time, Yang Zhuihui neither dodged nor evaded. His right palm, already brimming with true energy, thrust out with force, striking Hada's foot squarely.

A deafening thud!

With a crisp sound, Hada's right leg bone shattered, and he screamed, rolling on the ground.

"Hada!"

Chaolu quickly nocked an arrow and shot it at Yang Zhuihui.

Clang!

The arrow, embedded in the armor, bounced aside. Yang Zhuihui had already bent down, lifted Hada, and turned, coldly staring at Chaolu.

"Big brother...big brother...save me..."

"Ha..."

Before Chaolu could utter a sound, Yang Zhuihui had already snapped Hada's neck with his strength and kicked him in front of Chaolu.

"Hada!"

Chaolu almost screamed, quickly aiming a poison-fire cannon at Yang Zhuihui and lighting the fuse. Yang Zhuihui ran to the cannon in two or three steps, kicking the muzzle aside. The muzzle rotated 180 degrees, accurately aiming at Chaolu's head. Boom!

Chaolu's head was blasted apart, but his body remained standing, a torch in one hand and a golden bow in the other.

With their commander dead, the Tatar soldiers panicked and fled in all directions.

After killing the artillerymen who were trying to escape, Yang Zhuihui turned the muzzles of the seven cannons, aimed them at the fleeing soldiers, lit the fuses, plugged his ears, and after a deafening roar, seven plumes of smoke rose, and the Tatar soldiers scattered in panic.

Yang Zhuihui retrieved his dragon-carved sword, faced the city gate, raised it high, and roared, "Out of the city to annihilate the enemy!"

"Charge!"

The city gate slowly opened, and the guards swarmed in, chasing after the fleeing Tatars. Yang Zhuihui led the charge. After half an hour of pursuit, ambushes, captures, and cleanup, the crisis in Datong Prefecture was over. Yang Zhuihui stood on the city wall watching the guards drive the captured Tatar soldiers to the city gate. He roughly estimated that there were at least five hundred prisoners; the rest were gone.

Once the guards had gathered them all together, Deng Zilong whispered, "General, it's time to order their execution."

"Execute them?"

Yang Zhuihui was taken aback.

"Yes, prisoners of war are usually executed on the spot. We don't have enough food for them, so it's best to kill them directly. Execute them on the spot, or bury them alive,"

Deng Zilong explained.

"That's right. Bai Qi buried 400,000 people alive; what's wrong with burying these few hundred barbarians alive?"

Yang Zhuihui took a deep breath and said, "Pass on my order to release them."

"Release them?"

Deng Zilong shouted loudly, staring at Yang Zhuihui with an incredulous expression.

"Hmm."

"General...but...but..."

"I said let them go, so I let them go. Stop arguing!"

Yang Zhuihui snorted coldly, his gaze lingering on the terrified faces. He said, "Today, I will not kill you, nor will I enslave you. I will let you go back. I don't care what your reasons were for joining the army. Go back and live a good life with your families. Don't let me see you on the battlefield again, or I will kill you without mercy!"

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui continued, "I am a god descended from heaven. No bows, arrows, swords, spears, or cannonballs are effective against me. You have all witnessed this war. The world should be ruled by the Great Ming. No foreign race can carve up even a single inch of the Great Ming's territory!"

After he finished speaking, there was no sound below the city gate. The prisoners of war and the guards all stared at Yang Zhuihui.

Chapter 189.

After a moment in front of her husband, the prisoner of war standing at the front knelt on the ground, prostrating himself and shouting, "God above, accept my bow!"

One prisoner knelt, and the others followed suit, repeating Chaganbala's words.

"God..."

Deng Zilong broke out in a cold sweat, glancing sideways at Yang Zhuihui. Under the bright sun, Yang Zhuihui's golden armor shone brilliantly, truly resembling a god shrouded in Buddhist light, making Deng Zilong's legs weak, almost tempted to kneel.

Not only Deng Zilong, but all the guards present felt the same way; several guards responsible for driving away the prisoners also knelt on the ground.

"Take care of the prisoners. Remember to bandage the wounded before putting them back. I need to go back and rest; my head hurts a bit."

With that, Yang Zhuihui turned and left.

"I...I understand,"

Deng Zilong nodded hurriedly.

Back at the General's Mansion, Ke Xingning, who had already received the news of the victory, prepared a sumptuous lunch for Yang Zhuihui. Three bottles of fine Daughter's Red wine were laid out on the table. Even though he was ill, Ke Xingning wanted to have a good drink with Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui didn't like to drink heavily; he only drank when he was in a very good or very bad mood. As for whether he was in a good or bad mood now, Yang Zhuihui didn't know. He should be happy that Datong Prefecture was safe and sound, but it was all thanks to the poppy. The poppy, which he wanted to tear to pieces, had actually used a beast to save him—this was simply too unreasonable!

"Come, come, Brother Yang, I'll toast you."

Ke Xingning raised his wine cup. "My leg is inconvenient; I've been impolite."

"We've been through thick and thin together; why are you being so polite?"

Yang Zhuihui quickly stood up, and after clinking glasses, the two drank it all in one gulp.

Ji Hanxiang, who served the last dish, filled their glasses with wine. She intended to leave so they could have a proper chat, but Ke Xingning insisted she sit down and eat with them. Ji Hanxiang had no choice but to stay, though she maintained a facade of modesty, refusing to drink a drop, only serving them wine and food, occasionally eating some herself.

She appeared very virtuous and gentle, but Yang Zhuihui knew it was all an act. At least in the back garden, she was more wanton than a prostitute. Slightly drunk, Yang Zhuihui's penis was erect, and he longed to pin Ji Hanxiang down on the table and have his way with her.

"Now that the Tatars are unlikely to attack Datong Prefecture in the short term, Brother Yang, you have successfully completed the mission assigned by His Majesty. When do you plan to return to the capital?"

Ji Hanxiang's gaze also fell on Yang Zhuihui, seemingly unwilling to let him leave. After all, the remaining four acupoints needed Yang Zhuihui to be released. Although she now possessed some internal strength, she was still a weak woman. To fight against a perverted Taoist like Shao Yuanjie, releasing her remaining four acupoints was absolutely essential.

Seeing that both of them wanted to know his plans, Yang Zhuihui said, "Once things are settled here, I must return to report to the Emperor what happened here, and I also need to go back to Dushi City to reunite with my family."

"Indeed," they said, "being able to marry Huang Rong's daughter proves you are very fortunate. You will surely inherit Lord Xu's position in the future. Then, we will work together to resist the Tatar invasion and contribute our modest efforts to the peace and prosperity of the Ming Dynasty."

A little excited, Ke Xingning instructed Ji Hanxiang to refill their wine cups, then downed them in one gulp.

Seeing their faces were flushed, Ji Hanxiang advised, "Don't drink too much, or I'll have the servants carry you inside."

"People are in high spirits when they're having a good time, Madam, you can't spoil our fun today,"

Ke Xingning, who wasn't a heavy drinker, swayed slightly, grabbed an empty cup, and slammed it on the table several times, saying, "Refill, refill, refill."

Ji Hanxiang had no choice but to refill their cups again.

After several rounds of drinks, Yang Zhuihui wasn't completely drunk, but the intolerant Ke Xingning simply collapsed onto the table. Yang Zhuihui, resting his chin on his hand, said, "General, come on, drink with me again. You've only had a little, how can you back down?"

"You've already had too much."

Ji Hanxiang snatched the wine glass from Ke Xingning's hand, somewhat dissatisfied, and said, "You men get all drunk and disorderly, all your usual gentlemanly manners are gone."

Yang Zhuihui stood up, walked over and pulled Ji Hanxiang into his arms, chuckling, "I, Yang Guo, have never been a gentleman. Now I want to be intimate with my wife. Feel it, I'm hard here."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui grabbed Ji Hanxiang's slender hand and pressed it against his crotch.

"He's here, don't be crazy!"

Ji Hanxiang glared at Yang Zhuihui and pushed him away. Indeed a little drunk, Yang Zhuihui swayed and sat down on the ground.

"Really."

Ji Hanxiang was a little annoyed. She went over to help Yang Zhuihui up, but instead, Yang Zhuihui pulled her down and straddled her.

"Don't do this, someone might come in, and he's still here. Let's do it later, okay?"

Ji Hanxiang pleaded, but the frail woman was no match for Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui leaned down, his breath reeking of alcohol on Ji Hanxiang's face, and chuckled, "Madam, you're really beautiful. I want to go in and explore you properly."

"Don't do this, not now."

Ji Hanxiang stared at the half-open door, then looked at the completely drunk Ke Xingning, afraid he might suddenly wake up.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll let you go, get up."

Yang Zhuihui pulled Ji Hanxiang up, but didn't let her go. Instead, he pressed her down on the table, his hand already inside her skirt, touching her soft vulva, and laughed, "It seems Madam never has the habit of wearing underpants!"

"It's all for your convenience!"

Ji Hanxiang glared at Yang Zhuihui, and before she could fully react, Yang Zhuihui had already inserted his hot penis into her honey hole.

"Ugh..."

Ji Hanxiang, afraid of making too much noise, quickly covered her mouth, her eyes fixed on Ke Xingning, who was already snoring. Yang Zhuihui, his consciousness blurred, was only focused on thrusting relentlessly, completely ignoring Ke Xingning right in front of him. His penis rose and fell, violently pounding deep into Ji Hanxiang's honeypot.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Ji Hanxiang's expression was pained. Afraid of crying out, she bit her fingers desperately, her breasts, pressed against her clothes, rubbing against the table. The wooden table swayed back and forth with the frequency of Yang Zhuihui's thrusts, the legs creaking and groaning. Chicken soup spilled out, dripping along the edge of the table to the ground, some even staining Ke Xingning's sleeves that were pressed against the table.

Yang Zhuihui lifted Ji Hanxiang's thin skirt, slapping her fleshy buttocks, and laughed, "Slap me a little, and you'll squeeze even tighter, isn't that great?"

"Don't do that...we'll get caught...oh..."

Overly excited, Ji Hanxiang was easily brought to sexual climax by Yang Zhuihui. Hot vaginal fluid drenched Yang Zhuihui's glans and overflowed from their point of contact, drawing a watercolor painting on the ground.

"Should we let him open his eyes and see you being fucked by me?"

Yang Zhuihui picked up the wine pot, opened the lid, tilted his head back, and poured it directly into his mouth, while his lower body rhythmically thrust, making his penis pound into Ji Hanxiang's constantly contracting honey hole.

"Good wine!"

Yang Zhuihui threw away the wine pot, let out a burp, and, not quite clear-headed, simply wrapped his arms around Ji Hanxiang, mechanically fucking her.

"Don't be so rough,"

Ji Hanxiang pleaded, but Yang Zhuihui wouldn't listen to her, continuing to amuse himself.

At this moment, Ke Xingning suddenly raised his head.

"It's over!"

Ji Hanxiang hurriedly sat up, her eyes meeting Ke Xingning's.

Ke Xingning, feeling like his wife had multiplied, asked, "Where's Brother Yang?"

"He...he...he went to the outhouse..."

Ji Hanxiang quickly replied.

Yang Zhuihui's body was hidden by Ji Hanxiang, but his hands were wrapped around her waist. If Ke Xingning looked closely, he would have seen those hands and noticed that his wife's lower body was filled with Yang Zhuihui's large penis, still busily moving in and out.

"I'm so dizzy. You take good care of Brother Yang. I need to go back to my room."

Ke Xingning stood up and limped towards the inner room.

"Pull it out quickly,"

Ji Hanxiang gritted her teeth.

This time, Yang Zhuihui was quite obedient. He thrust his buttocks back, his penis already slipping out of her wet, hot hole, standing there like a roly-poly toy. Looking at Ke Xingning, Yang Zhuihui called out, "Come on, have a few more drinks, General!"

Ke Xingning didn't turn his head and said, "I can't go on anymore, I need to rest. My wife will take good care of you."

Leaning against the wall, Ke Xingning walked into the inner room.

"Your man needs you to take good care of me,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a wicked smile, hugging Ji Hanxiang again, his glans pressing against her buttocks.

"You almost killed me!"

Ji Hanxiang turned around, grabbing Yang Zhuihui's penis with one hand, glaring at him; her buttocks pressed against the table, generously spreading her snow-white thighs, clamping Yang Zhuihui's waist, "Come in a little."

It seemed that Ji Hanxiang was also burning with desire.

Yang Zhuihui pressed down on Ji Hanxiang, who guided his penis into her vagina and tightly gripped his waist. With a muffled thud, the entire penis was inside, leaving only her testicles sticking out.

"It's so full,"

Ji Hanxiang swallowed, picked up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks, and said, "Open your mouth, I'll feed you." Yang Zhuihui

slowly thrust in and out, grinning foolishly as he opened his mouth. Ji Hanxiang then put the vegetable into her own mouth, kissed Yang Zhuihui's lips, and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, slowly feeding the vegetable into his mouth while actively thrusting her hips to achieve greater pleasure.

While eating vegetables, Yang Zhuihui kneaded Ji Hanxiang's breasts through her clothes, sucking on her tongue so intensely he almost swallowed it. Their lips were covered in each other's saliva and oil, but the heat of their intercourse made them oblivious to everything else. They only wanted to find greater pleasure in each other's bodies, satisfying each other's desires and reaching a shared peak.

"Madam, you're getting hotter inside,"

Yang Zhuihui said, grabbing one of Ji Hanxiang's buttocks with each hand. With a sudden pull, he lifted her up.

"Ah!"

Ji Hanxiang cried out, her thighs clamping tightly around Yang Zhuihui's waist, her hands refusing to let go. She clung to him like a sloth, the illusion of being suspended in mid-air making her vagina feel even tighter, directly leading to her orgasm.

Her whole body convulsing, Ji Hanxiang was almost powerless, whimpering, "No...no more...I'll die..."

“But Madam is clearly enjoying it.”

Yang Zhuihui paced back and forth across the table, his large penis thrusting repeatedly, occasionally hitting Ji Hanxiang’s cervix.

“Ugh… I’m going to die…”

Ji Hanxiang was so overwhelmed that she could barely speak, gritting her teeth as she savored the ecstatic pleasure.

But pleasure always ends, and this time it ended with Yang Zhuihui’s ejaculation.

Before Ji Hanxiang could react, Yang Zhuihui had already pinned her against a wooden pillar in the hall, thrusting rapidly more than 11 times, his body shuddering as he ejaculated all his hot semen into Ji Hanxiang’s uterus. Ji Hanxiang's eyes widened in surprise. "You haven't sealed my pressure points yet!"

Chapter 190, Huang Rong, I'm Back.

Ji Hanxiang's main purpose in intercourse was to use her erotic skills to unlock the sealed pressure points, while Yang Zhuihui simply enjoyed the pleasure of intercourse. Now, he was a little drunk and didn't care about Ji Hanxiang's needs. Besides, practicing the first move of the Lustful Dragon every time was so boring. Yang Zhuihui even wanted to use the fifth move to fuck Ji Hanxiang's anus.

After a few shudders, Yang Zhuihui's limp penis slid out of Ji Hanxiang's honey hole. He said, "Help me back. My head is really dizzy."

"How can we go back like this?"

Ji Hanxiang glared at Yang Zhuihui, lowered her skirt, knelt down, opened her mouth and took Yang Zhuihui's penis in her mouth. She moaned as she sucked on it, cleaning up the mess for him. After

cleaning up, Ji Hanxiang put Yang Zhuihui's penis, which she both loved and hated, back in, tied his belt, and then helped him out of the hall and towards his room.

"So much to drink at noon!"

Jing'er said with a mischievous grin as she approached.

"Yes, he and Master both drank too much after winning the battle. How's Qiangwei?"

Ji Hanxiang asked.

"She can get out of bed and walk around now. She even said she wanted to see Lord Yang! Because Lord Yang hasn't visited Miss for several days."

Jing'er puffed out her cheeks and said, "I'll go out and buy some things first. Goodbye, Madam."

"Take good care of Qiangwei,"

Ji Hanxiang instructed.

Ji Hanxiang helped Yang Zhuihui to bed, her bones almost falling apart. She took off his boots, covered him with a blanket, and carefully examined this somewhat frivolous man. She smiled faintly, closed the door, and left.

At this moment, the white fox, which had been hiding in the corner, jumped onto the bed, sat on Yang Zhuihui's chest, tilted its head to look at him, and occasionally tickled his toes.

"You've finally come."

Yang Zhuihui suddenly opened his eyes, not at all like a drunkard. The white fox immediately jumped to the ground and slowly transformed into the form of a young girl.

Naked, Poppy raised her head, enduring the pain of metamorphosis. When all the downy hair on her body disappeared, she looked at Yang Zhuihui with cold eyes and said, "Just now in the hall, weren't you having a good time with her? So you were just pretending to be drunk."

"My intentions weren't what they seemed. You've been hiding in the General's Mansion for so long, and I never noticed. How else could I lure you out?"

Yang Zhuihui lifted the blanket, his gaze falling on Poppy's genitals.

"I was entrusted by the Shangqing Palace to monitor you at all times."

"So you watch me when I go to the toilet?"

"Yang Guo! Stop being disgusting!"

Poppy snapped.

"Why did you save me?"

"I will eventually kill you. You don't need to know anything else."

Poppy took two steps back and sneered, "A man like you who wants to sleep with any woman he sees is the lowest and most despicable. I will definitely cut off your ugly thing and make you eat it yourself!"

"Why did you save me?"

Yang Zhuihui asked again as he stood up.

"No reason!"

Poppy shouted.

"Regardless, you did save my life today, and I should be thanking you."

"Fine, now your life is mine. Use that sword to kill yourself!"

Looking at the furious Poppy, Yang Zhuihui couldn't fathom her thoughts, so he asked, "Can't you really tell me the reason?"

"Because you are the one I'm going to kill. No one has the right to take your life first!"

"Heh, does that mean you'll always step up for me whenever I'm in trouble?"

Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but laugh.

"You're wrong."

Poppy smiled sinisterly and said, "Once Shangqing Palace finishes its transformation of me, I'll kill you immediately."

After a pause, Poppy said coldly, "I hate it when you look at me like that!"

Yang Zhuihui was about to speak when Poppy transformed into a white fox and leaped out of the room.

"Transformation."

Yang Zhuihui frowned, having already understood some clues from Poppy's words; the reason Poppy didn't kill him but instead saved him was probably because of Shangqing Palace. Given Poppy's arrogant personality, he estimated that once the transformation was complete, she would also break free from Shangqing Palace's control.

It seemed Yang Zhuihui's life, like a hyacinth, was forever in someone else's hands. "I absolutely cannot let this happen!"

Yang Zhuihui gritted his teeth and ran out of the room. He burst into Ji Hanxiang's room, where Ji Hanxiang was organizing clothes in the closet, while Ke Xingning lay there snoring like a dead pig.

"Why are you here?"

Ji Hanxiang exclaimed, quickly pulling down the bed curtains and whispering, "We can't do it now. We'll go to the back garden tonight."

"There's something I haven't told you yet, but I must tell you now."

Yang Zhuihui then recounted Poppy's transformation at Shangqing Palace, the attack, and her protection.

"So, that white fox has been at the General's Mansion all along?"

Ji Hanxiang gasped, "You should have told me this sooner! I didn't know she was here!" "

Now it's all over."

Ji Hanxiang gritted her teeth, "My identity has been exposed. The General's Mansion is no place to stay. I must leave as soon as possible, but... but what about my daughter?" "Shao Yuanjie is ruthless. Knowing she's my biological daughter, he'll definitely target Qiangwei. This is terrible!"

"Knowing Poppy's personality, she won't betray me. She'll just symbolically monitor me, or perhaps she's plotting how to kill me. The only obstacle now is the unfinished transformation."

Yang Zhuihui sighed, "I can defeat an army of thousands single-handedly, yet I'm being manipulated by the Shangqing Palace. It's infuriating!" "With

my Taoist skills, once all the acupoints are opened, I have a way to deal with Shao Yuanjie, but..."

Ji Hanxiang focused her gaze on Yang Zhuihui and asked, "Is there any way to open all four of my acupoints at once?"

Yang Zhuihui was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll only know when we return to Dushi City."

"Then I'll go with you,"

Ji Hanxiang said urgently.

"What about Qiangwei?"

"I can only trust you this once, trust that the white fox didn't betray me."

Ji Hanxiang took a deep breath and said, "Let's gamble. The outcome is up to fate! "

“Alright, we’ll return to Dushi City tonight; we can’t delay any longer. I’ll go back and pack my things first. Find a fast horse and lead it to the back gate to wait for me.” “

Okay!”

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Zhuihui, lightly dressed, had already walked out the back gate, and Ji Hanxiang was already on horseback, saying, “Mount up!”

Yang Zhuihui reached out his hand, and Ji Hanxiang pulled him onto the horse. With a flick of her whip, the horse galloped towards Dushi City.

"Aren't you wearing any underpants?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"How could I? Wouldn't the saddle chafe if I didn't?"

Ji Hanxiang retorted irritably. "I haven't been wearing any these past few days so it would be easier for you!"

"I thought you weren't wearing any now, so I can come in and take a look."

Holding Ji Hanxiang tightly, Yang Zhuihui squeezed one of her breasts in each hand. The jolting of the horse made her breasts tremble, and even without squeezing, Yang Zhuihui could feel their gentle quivering.

"You're so frivolous!"

Ji Hanxiang scolded.

Datong Prefecture, Dushi City, and the capital formed a triangle, so Yang Zhuihui didn't need to pass through the capital, reducing the possibility of Guang Ai Xie's whereabouts. Yang Zhuihui was also confident that Poppy couldn't catch him; he predicted she would go mad when she realized he was gone.

Of course, this was just Yang Zhuihui's guess. Perhaps Poppy and that fleshy beast were following him!

On the morning of the first day, Yang Zhuihui and Ji Hanxiang finally arrived near Dushi City. Their horses were exhausted, so they had to walk.

"By the way, won't Ke Xingning investigate you for running away like this?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Ji Hanxiang, her voice slightly hoarse, replied, "I left him a letter saying I was going back to Yongping to visit relatives. He trusts me and won't think much of it."

"So you gave him a cuckold's horns?"

"What do you mean by cuckold's horns?"

Ji Hanxiang asked, puzzled.

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and said, "Never mind."

"And you? Who did you tell you you went back to Dushi City?"

"No one. I just ran away."

"You didn't even want your armor?"

"Next time I go to the capital, I'll just tell Jiajing that my armor was worn out in battle. Maybe he'll reward me with a new set,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

"I don't know what you're thinking."

Ji Hanxiang rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui again, gazing at Dushi City shrouded in thick smoke, and said, "It seems the battle here isn't looking good."

Seeing the smoke rising into the sky, Yang Zhuihui immediately recognized it as the smoke from exploding artillery shells. Worried about his beautiful wife's safety, he hurriedly grabbed Ji Hanxiang's hand and ran forward.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm exhausted!"

Ji Hanxiang complained playfully.

"What a nuisance!"

Yang Zhuihui scooped up Ji Hanxiang and carried her on his shoulder as he ran. Startled by Yang Zhuihui's actions, Ji Hanxiang tried to pat his chest, but he ignored her, already using his light-footed skills.

"Brother Yang is back!"

the guard at the south gate called out, quickly ordering the gate opened.

Setting Ji Hanxiang down, Yang Zhuihui went inside, while Ji Hanxiang followed behind him angrily; the jolting had almost made her vomit.

After inquiring with the soldiers and getting a rough understanding of the battle situation, Yang Zhuihui finally felt relieved.

It turned out that the Tatars had launched their largest attack to date on Dushi City the previous night, with their attack point inside the city. Hundreds of cannons roared, collapsing and setting fire to the earthen houses, killing many civilians. However, the defending soldiers retaliated fiercely with their own artillery, scattering the Tatar ranks. With the assistance of San Niang, Fu'er, Shi Le, Sha Ye, Xiao Long Nu, and the Three-Headed Phoenix, they even managed to breach the Tatar lines. Unfortunately, under the threat of hundreds of poisonous fire cannons, the defenders had no choice but to retreat back into the city.

San Niang's Ghost Burial, Fu'er's Dragon Roar, Shi Le's Bloodthirsty Sword, and Sha Ye's Whirlwind all displayed their full power in this battle.

When Yang Zhuihui learned that Guo Jing had executed all the captured prisoners of war, he frowned slightly but said nothing, only heading to the General's Mansion with Ji Hanxiang.

Along the way, Yang Zhuihui saw dilapidated houses, people sitting in front of their homes weeping, wounded soldiers with missing limbs, and corpses lying on the streets, and heard their cries of agony.

Seeing the suffering of the common people, Yang Zhuihui felt a pang of pain in his heart, and finally understood why Guo Jing had executed the prisoners of war; if the Tatar soldiers had bombarded the people of Datong Prefecture with cannons, Yang Zhuihui would have transformed into a demon king and executed all the prisoners of war below the city!

Entering the General's Mansion, Yang Zhuihui almost bumped into the doctor.

"Oh, Young Master Yang, this old man was just going to the pharmacy to get medicine. Alas, it's too tragic, I'm afraid there won't be enough medicine."

With a sigh, the doctor hurriedly ran off.

"Who's injured?"

Yang Zhuihui asked hastily.

"Everyone!"

Worried about their safety, Yang Zhuihui rushed into the hall, which was crowded with wounded soldiers. Several doctors were treating their wounds, while Huang Rong and San Niang helped by bringing water and towels.

"Young Master Yang!"

Wu Sanniang exclaimed.

"Guo'er, aren't you..."

Huang Rong also exclaimed in surprise.

Chapter 191, Dragon's Roar in Spring Nest.

Yang Zhuihui could only briefly recount the battle situation in Datong Prefecture before asking, "Are they alright?"

Knowing who "they" referred to, Wu Sanniang smiled and said, "They're all fine, except Shi Le suffered a minor injury."

"This one looks familiar."

Huang Rong looked at Ji Hanxiang, her expression changing from doubt to delight, and said, "You wouldn't happen to be General Ke's wife, Qin Fengyan, would you?"

"That's right. I'm going to Yongping, and I happen to be traveling the same way as Lord Yang, so I came to check on things. I also want to wait until things stabilize here before going to Yongping, otherwise it's not safe on the road."

Ji Hanxiang replied.

"Indeed, it's not easy being a woman."

Huang Rong took Ji Hanxiang's hand and said, "It's incredibly busy here. I'll have a good chat with my wife later. I've been wanting to take some time to visit Datong, but I can never find the time, haha."

"I'll help my wife."

Ji Hanxiang said with a smile.

"You guys chat, I'm going to see Shi Le."

With that, Yang Zhuihui dashed out of the hall and ran towards the backyard like a gust of wind, almost knocking over Bilan who was carrying water.

Pushing open the door to Shi Le's room, Yang Zhuihui didn't see anyone, only heard the sound of splashing water.

"Who is it?"

Shi Le's voice came from behind the screen.

Yang Zhuihui didn't speak, but simply went in, closed the door, and tiptoed towards the screen.

"Who is it?"

Shi Le's tone was very unfriendly.

"Who else?"

Yang Zhuihui's head suddenly appeared above the screen, lifting Shi Le's bright red thong, sniffing it, and saying, "It smells filthy."

Shi Le, who was soaking in the water with Xiao Yue, turned to joy and stood up abruptly. Her large breasts swayed up and down several times before settling down. Eager to step out of the tub, Shi Le hurriedly called out, "Husband, come here quickly, I've missed you so much."

Looking at Shi Le's youthful face and large breasts, Yang Zhuihui stepped forward, reached out and pinched the cherry blossom on her left breast, saying, "Third Sister said you were injured, but you seem alright!"

Shi Le brushed away Yang Zhuihui's hand and said reproachfully, "My heart has been so broken since you left."

Facing the soaking wet Shi Le, Yang Zhuihui couldn't even be affectionate, so he asked, "Did Third Sister lie to me?"

"It's true,"

Xiaoyue said. "Sister was stabbed by a Tatar spear yesterday, but we mermaids have ten times the healing power of humans, so she's fine today."

Looking at the relaxed Shi Le, Yang Zhuihui lifted her chin and gave her a deep kiss, saying, "You must take good care of yourself, otherwise how will you serve me in the future?"

"I'll just reincarnate and come back to find you, my husband!"

Shi Le pouted her cherry lips and said, "Husband, I want you. Without you, my legs are practically turning into fish tails."

As she spoke, Shi Le stroked Yang Zhuihui's gradually erect penis through his crotch.

“Not now, I’ll keep you company tonight, sweetie!”

Yang Zhuihui patted her head and said, “I’ll go see them first. By the way, where does Xiaolongnu live?”

“The one to the left of your new house.”

Shi Le’s face immediately fell, and she glared at Yang Zhuihui, saying, “You always put us sisters last, I hate you! Go away, go away, go away, I’m ignoring you!”

“Okay, fine! I won’t come over tonight.”

Yang Zhuihui turned and left.

“Hey, you have to come over! Otherwise, I’ll kill you.”

Shi Le hurriedly called out.

Yang Zhuihui turned around, raised his eyebrows, and said, “I’ll fuck you to death tonight.”

“I’m not afraid! I’ll break your bad stick!”

Saying that, Shi Le bent down and splashed water at Yang Zhuihui, who ran out of the screen in two steps, thus escaping unharmed.

After routinely checking on Fu’er, Saya, You Shu, Xiaolongnu, and the others, Yang Zhuihui went into Zhang Binu’s room.

At this moment, Zhang Binu was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed. Hearing footsteps, she looked towards the door, but didn't know who it was. With a somewhat submissive nature, she waited for the other person to speak first.

"Madam, I'm back,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

"Young Master Yang,"

Zhang Binu quickly stood up, feeling a little uneasy and unsure what to say, simply standing there demurely.

"How have you been these past few days?"

Yang Zhuihui helped Zhang Binu sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Hehe, everyone has been so kind to me, I'm almost embarrassed. The food is delicious, and I sleep soundly every night. At first, Xianni even slept with me because she was afraid I'd have nightmares, hehe, they've spoiled me rotten."

Zhang Binu smiled sweetly and continued, "It's so good that Young Master Yang has returned safely, I was so worried."

Looking at Empress Zhang, her complexion was excellent, with pearly white teeth and red lips, a fairy-like beauty. Her meticulously combed hair was held in place by a golden hairpin, and a small tuft of curled hair hung down on either side of her face, swaying gently like a willow branch. Her seemingly well-groomed eyelashes were very striking, making her eyes appear as clear and bright as luminous pearls, yet they would never see the light.

The high and mighty Empress had been framed by a favored concubine, losing her sight and being unjustly imprisoned.

Even so, she still trusted those around her so much, and even refused to believe that Yao Ling'er had harmed her. Yang Zhuihui had long felt pity for this woman and wanted to possess her body. The day he openly spied on her while she was bathing, the image of her genitals covered by thick pubic hair was still imprinted in Yang Zhuihui's mind. Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but want to ask her when she would bathe next, so he could come and peek again then.

After indulging in his fantasies, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Madam, did my mother-in-law send a doctor to examine your eyes?"

"Yes, but the doctor didn't tell me what was wrong with my eyes. It might be incurable,"

Zhang Binu said. "But it doesn't matter. It's fine this way, as long as I have a few people around me I can speak my mind to. Any news about Chutong?"

"I didn't go to the capital; I came directly to Dushi City. Once the situation in Dushi City stabilizes, I'll return to the capital. Then I'll go to the palace to visit Princess Chutong and see who's impersonating you."

"As long as Chutong is safe, I'm at peace."

"Madam, please rest well. Yang Guo will take his leave now."

Yang Zhuihui habitually clasped his hands in a fist and bowed. After receiving the Empress's permission, he left the room.

Knowing that Huang Rong and the others would be busy for a long time, Yang Zhuihui returned to his own room.

The door was pushed open, and Guo Fu, like a thief, hid her hands behind her back, saying, "Husband, I have a surprise for you."

"Could it be that you're pregnant with my child?"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"Here, take this!"

Guo Fu held out her hand, a neatly folded white handkerchief lying in her palm. "It took me many days to finish. Take a look, I guarantee you'll like it."

"Really?"

Yang Zhuihui picked up the handkerchief and saw two animals embroidered on it that looked a bit like ducks. He asked, "Does this have any deeper meaning? Swimming ducks?"

"It's mandarin ducks!"

Guo Fu stomped on Yang Zhuihui's foot and snorted, "It took me five nights to embroider these mandarin ducks, and you call them ducks? I'm not giving them to you!"

Guo Fu reached out to grab the handkerchief, but Yang Zhuihui held it high, refusing to let her touch it. At this moment, Yang Zhuihui stared at Guo Fu's breasts. Guo Fu's breasts, which had been bouncing around, suddenly started to tremble. Yang Zhuihui was startled and instinctively reached out to pinch them.

"What are you doing!"

Guo Fu hurriedly protected her breasts, scolding, "Trying to do something in broad daylight?"

"I remember your breasts didn't move before, but now they do. Have they gotten bigger? Let me check with my hand."

Yang Zhuihui stepped forward, casually pulling Guo Fu into his arms, removing her hand, and squeezing her left breast, kneading it repeatedly, chuckling, "They really have gotten bigger. Looks like they're not little buns anymore."

"You're the little bun!"

Guo Fu blushed, provoked by Yang Zhuihui, grabbing his hand and asking, "How many people will be sleeping together tonight?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui was a little stumped. He had just promised to go with Shi Le that night, and You Shu might still be clamoring to share a bed with him. And now, the jealous Fu'er was asking such a pointed question.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Zhuihui replied, "I still need to discuss strategies for dealing with the Tatars with my parents-in-law tonight, which may take all night. I'm not sure when I'll be back to rest. You can go to sleep early. I'll wake you up when I get back, and then you'll be full of energy to play with me."

Guo Fu rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and said, "I can't be bothered with you. I'm going to help my mother. I kindly embroidered mandarin ducks for you, and you still call them ducks!" Guo

Fu, with puffed-out cheeks, ran out, humming a cheerful song. She wasn't angry; instead, a faint sweetness spread through her heart.

Opening the bottom of the cabinet, Yao Ling'er's undergarment was still there. Yang Zhuihui really should have brought the undergarment to the palace last time and then thrown it directly at Jiajing. The furious Jiajing would definitely execute Yao Ling'er, but he himself would have to be buried with her.

No, it should be Yao Ling'er who is buried with him.

Regardless of who dies with whom, they will both be dragged out and beheaded anyway. Setting aside his undergarments and underpants, Yang Zhuihui picked up the manual of the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon, feeling somewhat excited, as the legendary sixth form was about to be revealed to him.

Looking at the large warning words on the last page of the fifth form, Yang Zhuihui, who had already practiced the fifth form using Yao Ling'er's body, confidently turned the page and lay on the bed carefully studying the sixth form.

"The sixth form, Dragon's Roar in Spring Nest, requires the simultaneous collection of yin essence from five female bodies, combined with the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique. The practitioner must press the three acupoints: Dahe, Huiyin, and Tanzhong. Do not press the Jiuwei point, otherwise the female body will die from yin leakage. The order of acupoint pressing must also be correct, otherwise the practitioner will leak true qi and die from exhaustion. Use the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique to collect the yin essence from the five women, then consume it with nectar to strengthen the dantian."

Yang Zhuihui, about to turn the page again, saw the large words, "Never refer to the seventh form before practicing the sixth form." It seemed he could only study the seventh form after practicing the sixth.

The dantian serves as the container for true qi. If a martial artist's true qi exceeds the dantian's capacity, the person may die suddenly. It seems the South Sea Divine Nun had considered this, hence the creation of the sixth form to strengthen the dantian. But…

“Five women, I need five women.”

Yang Zhuihui stroked his chin, pondering how to select five women from so many to cultivate the sixth form together. Yang Zhuihui had always been popular with women, and several names immediately popped into his mind, such as San Niang, Xiao Yue, Shi Le, Fu'er, Ruan Feifeng, and Ji Hanxiang. The key was to have them cultivate with him simultaneously. San Niang, Xiao Yue, and Shi Le were fine together, but Fu'er was absolutely out of the question. If she knew that her godmother, Wu San Niang, had been with Yang Zhuihui, she might be so angry that she would cut off Yang Zhuihui's manhood with scissors.

Ruan Feifeng had been called back to the Jurchen tribe for reinforcements, and Ji Hanxiang had ulterior motives; he couldn't let her know too much about the secrets of the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon.

Based on this calculation, only San Niang, Xiao Yue, and Shi Le can be confirmed to have participated in the Sixth Form. We're still missing two. Should we include You Shu? Or that crazy and eccentric Yi Meng? Huang Rong, who spends all her time breastfeeding Xiang'er? Xia Yao, whose backdoor was violated by herself? Or the female ninja Saya?

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