[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Phoenix (Complete) - 31-33

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Chapter 186, Cultivating Lustful Skills

"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 the other hand grasped the large, almost burning hot penis, and laughed, "It really is quite hot."

"Suck it, it needs your little mouth, madam."

"Guess what the people at the General's Mansion will think if I shout out loud now?"

Qin Fengyan chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Zhuihui's penis immediately went limp, as if doused with cold water, 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 seductive, 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 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 Shangqing Palace and not let Shao Yuanjie destroy it. Although he has now brought Shangqing Palace to its most prosperous state, things always turn around. Almost all the sects in the martial arts world are prejudiced against Shangqing Palace, and it has also made enemies with the Divine Python Sect. All signs indicate that Shangqing Palace will suffer a terrible fate. As the previous elder, I cannot stand by and watch Shangqing Palace be destroyed."

"I am just an unknown nobody, and there is nothing I can do."

"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. In addition, Ji Hanxiang believed that Ke Xingning was incredibly lucky to have married her, so she was not very willing to be intimate with him. During the early days of their marriage, they would make love once every one or two days, but as time went on, Ji Hanxiang felt that Ke Xingning was just a brute. After giving birth to Ke Qiangwei, the two rarely made love, and Ji Hanxiang almost forgot what it felt like to have her honeyed passage filled.

"Oh..."

When Yang Zhuihui inserted his entire penis, Ji Hanxiang's legs trembled, and the flesh inside her vagina gripped Yang Zhuihui's large penis tightly. She felt as if the heat of his penis was burning her to death, and she almost couldn't stand up.

Just simple insertion made Ji Hanxiang so satisfied. If Yang Zhuihui started thrusting, Ji Hanxiang would be raped to death!

"Senior, this thing of mine isn't bad, is it?"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

“Very big…very long…”

Ji Hanxiang, who didn’t like to hide anything, said it directly, and it seemed that Ke Qiangwei had inherited her fine tradition of speaking her mind.

"Thank you for your praise, senior. I will work even harder."

Yang Zhuihui assumed a horse stance and began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Slow...slow down...I'm not used to it yet..."

Ji Hanxiang raised her buttocks higher and swayed slightly, causing Yang Zhuihui's glans to constantly bump against her hot, lustful flesh. Hot nectar overflowed from their point of contact, dripping onto the ground and nourishing the tree roots. Perhaps next year's peach blossoms will 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, his glans almost slipped out, then he would freeze, and thrust in again with force. He repeated this more than ten times, driving Ji Hanxiang almost 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 truly are my savior.”

“Thank you for the compliment, Senior. I can also benefit from it, 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 did you know what I was doing 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 stroked his crotch, saying, "I've never known before that a man's thing is more effective than any 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 my whole life, until I die of old age."

Ji Hanxiang suddenly became very serious, saying, "I must cleanse the Shangqing Palace of its corruption, and not let Shao Yuanjie continue his misdeeds, so..."

"So we must make love every night,"

Yang Zhuihui interrupted.

"Anyway, the Tatars haven't attacked yet, so come here and meet me whenever you have time."

Faced with such a thirsty Ji Hanxiang, Yang Zhuihui felt he might be drained dry by her, and realized he absolutely couldn't 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 before 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 we are only two miles away from the city gate. Hitting the target would be a piece of cake. However, Chao Lu's target is Yang Zhuihui, who is wearing golden armor. These eight poison fire cannons are all prepared for him alone.

"Brother, how is the situation?"

Hada asked impatiently.

"That kid should be here soon. Sound the charge horn again, I refuse to believe he won't come out, that hero-worshipping trash!"

Chao Lu sneered.

Chapter 188, The Burning Frontline .

Hada hurriedly ran to the slope, straightened his back, took a deep breath, and blew the horn again.

The muffled sound echoed 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 crouching in the arrow tower, observing the Tatars through the square windows, their arrows already nocked, ready to fire at the command of their respective flag officers.

The catapults inside the city gate were also 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 a savior.

Reining in his horse, Yang Zhuihui and Deng Zilong rode along the horse path to the top of the main tower, observing the approaching Tatar soldiers.

"Prepare the catapults first, and fire as soon as they are within range,"

Yang Zhuihui ordered.

A guard responsible for estimating the firing distance responded, constantly looking around and occasionally instructing the guards below to adjust the catapult's firing angle to kill more Tatar soldiers at once.

"Fire!"

he shouted, gesturing as he spoke.

The guard in charge of the catapults cut the thick rope they had painstakingly tightened with his sword, and head-sized slingshots 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 saw him, he's quite conspicuous."

Chao Lu sneered, "Aim the 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, the massive shockwave throwing him into the air, his body crashing heavily onto the main building, landing precisely at the arrow tower.

Simultaneously, at least five more shells struck the area around where he had just landed, scattering stones and debris, creating a large breach.

"General, are you alright!"

The guards inside the arrow tower hurriedly helped the blood-spitting Yang Zhuihui up. "I'll take you down to rest."

"No need, it's nothing, prepare to fight those bastards!"

Yang Zhuihui struggled to his feet, feeling as if all the bones in his body had been reassembled, and his stomach felt like it was being churned by countless hands; 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 in their own ranks, 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 flying from his hand towards Chaolu.

Chaolu had already drawn his bow, pulled the string, and released it. The arrow flew rapidly, the arrowhead striking the tip of the Carved Dragon Sword precisely.

Clang!

A piercing sound followed, the arrow shattered, and the Carved Dragon Sword continued flying forward. But Chaolu had already moved to the side; the Carved Dragon 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 him in the chest. Yang Zhuihui took two steps back slightly, avoiding the blows.

Hada braced himself with his palms on the ground, using his hands instead of feet, his seemingly phantom legs sweeping towards Yang Zhuihui's ankle. Yang Zhuihui roared and leaped into the air. Hada missed his kick, bracing himself with his left hand, 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 sneered, walking towards Hada, his right palm secretly gathering power.

"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!"

Chao Lu hurriedly nocked an arrow and shot it at Yang Zhuihui.

Clang!

The arrows that had struck the armor bounced off to the side. Yang Zhuihui had already bent down and lifted Hada up, turning to look coldly at Chaolu.

"Brother... Brother... Save me..."

"Ha..."

Before Chaolu could even cry out, Yang Zhuihui had already snapped Hada's neck with all his might 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 a few steps, kicking the muzzle aside. The muzzle rotated 180 degrees, accurately aiming at Chaolu's head. Boom!

Chaolu's head was instantly blasted apart, but his body remained standing, holding 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 gunners 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 thick smoke rose, and the Tatar soldiers were blown away 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 Tatar soldiers, with Yang Zhuihui leading 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 here; the rest were already dead.

After the guards had gathered them all together, Deng Zilong whispered, "General, it's time to order their execution."

"Execute?"

Yang Zhuihui was taken aback.

“Well, prisoners of war are usually executed on the spot. We don’t have enough food for them, so it’s best to just kill them. We can execute them on the spot or bury them alive,”

Deng Zilong explained.

“That’s right. Bai Qi could bury 400,000 people alive, so 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 go back to report to the Emperor what happened here, and I also need to return to Dushi City to reunite with my family."

"Indeed, being able to marry Huang Rong's daughter proves that you are very fortunate. In the future, you will definitely inherit Lord Xu's position. At that time, we will work together to resist the Tatar invasion and contribute our modest efforts to the peace and prosperity of the Ming Dynasty,"

Ke Xingning said, somewhat excitedly. He instructed Ji Hanxiang to fill their cups with wine, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that their faces were a little red, Ji Hanxiang advised, "Don't drink too much, or I will have the servants carry you into the house later."

"People are in high spirits when they have a happy occasion, so please don't spoil our fun today, Madam."

Ke Xingning, who couldn't hold his liquor to begin with, swayed a little, grabbed an empty wine glass, and banged it on the table several times, saying, "Pour wine, pour wine, pour wine."

Ji Hanxiang had no choice but to refill their glasses.

After a few rounds of drinks, Yang Zhui regretted not being completely drunk, while Ke Xingning, who couldn't hold his liquor, simply slumped 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 was convulsing, and she was almost out of strength. She sobbed, "No... I can't do it anymore... I'll die..."

"But Madam is clearly enjoying it."

Yang Zhuihui paced back and forth in front of the table, his large penis thrusting repeatedly, occasionally hitting Ji Hanxiang's cervix.

"Ugh... I'm going to die..."

Ji Hanxiang was so overwhelmed by the pleasure that she could barely speak, gritting her teeth as she savored the ecstatic joy.

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. With a shudder, his hot semen shot into Ji Hanxiang's uterus. Ji Hanxiang's eyes widened in surprise, "You haven't sealed my acupoints yet!"

Chapter 190, Huang Rong, I'm Back.

Ji Hanxiang's primary goal in intercourse was to use her erotic skills to unlock her sealed acupoints, while Yang Zhuihui was simply enjoying the pleasure of intercourse. Now, being a little drunk, he no longer cared about Ji Hanxiang's needs. Besides, practicing the first form of the Lustful Dragon every time was so boring; Yang Zhuihui even wanted to use the fifth form to penetrate Ji Hanxiang's anus.

After trembling a few times, 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 you 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, moaning as she sucked and cleaned him up. After

cleaning him up, Ji Hanxiang put Yang Zhuihui's penis, which she both loved and hated, back in, and even tied his belt before helping him out of the hall and towards his room.

"He drank so much at noon!"

Jing'er said with a mischievous smile as she approached.

"Yes, he and Master drank too much after winning the battle. How is 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.

Helping Yang Zhuihui to bed, Ji Hanxiang felt like her bones were about to fall apart. She took off his boots, covered

him with a blanket, and carefully examined this somewhat frivolous man. With a faint smile, she closed the door and left. At this moment, the white fox, who 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, looking nothing like a drunkard. The white fox immediately jumped to the ground and slowly transformed into a young girl.

The naked Poppy raised her head, enduring the pain of the transformation. 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've 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."

"Then you'll 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 wants to sleep with any woman he sees. You're the lowest of the low. I'll 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.

"No matter what, you did save my life today. I should thank 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 and said, "Can't you really tell me the reason?"

"Because you are the person I'm going to kill. No one has the right to take your life first!"

"Hehe, 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, “Once Shangqing Palace finishes its transformation of me, I’ll kill you immediately.”

She paused, then added 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, understanding something 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, she would likely break free of Shangqing Palace’s control once the transformation was complete.

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 have to now."

Yang Zhuihui then recounted Poppy's transformation at Shangqing Palace, as well as the attack and protection she received.

"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 Rose. This is terrible!"

"Knowing Poppy's personality, she won't betray me. She'll just symbolically monitor me, or perhaps she's plotting to kill me. Now, the only thing holding me back is the unfinished transformation." "

Yang Zhuihui sighed, "I could defeat an army of thousands by myself, yet I was manipulated by the Shangqing Palace. It's infuriating!"

"With my mastery of Taoist arts, I can deal with Shao Yuanjie once all the acupoints are opened, 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 us."

Ji Hanxiang took a deep breath and said, "Let's take a gamble; the outcome is up to fate!"

"Alright, let's 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, the lightly dressed Yang Zhuihui had already walked out the back gate, and Ji Hanxiang was already on horseback, saying, "Mount up!"

Yang Zhuihui reached out his hand, but Ji Hanxiang pulled him onto the horse's back. With a flick of her whip, the steed galloped towards Dushi City.

"Aren't you wearing underpants? "

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"How could that be? Wouldn't you get chafed by the saddle if you did

n't wear underwear?" Ji Hanxiang said irritably, "I haven't been wearing underwear these past few days so it would be easier for you to do it!"

"I thought you weren't wearing any now, so I can come in and take a look."

Yang Zhuihui, holding Ji Hanxiang tightly, simply squeezed one of her breasts in each hand. The swaying of the horse's back made her breasts tremble, and Yang Zhuihui could feel the trembling of Ji Hanxiang's breasts even without squeezing them.

"You're so frivolous!"

Ji Hanxiang scolded.

Datong Prefecture, Dushi City, and the capital city form a triangle, so Yang Zhuihui didn't need to go through the capital city, reducing the possibility of Guang Aixie's whereabouts. Yang Zhuihui was also convinced that Poppy couldn't catch up with him. When she realized he had left, he predicted she would go crazy.

Of course, this was just Yang Zhuihui's guess. Maybe Poppy and that beast were following Yang Zhuihui!

On the morning of the first day, Yang Zhuihui and Ji Hanxiang finally arrived near Dushi City, but their horse was 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've given 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 that 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 torn 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 pungent."

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 look fine!"

Shi Le brushed away Yang Zhuihui's devilish hand and said reproachfully, "My heart has been so wounded while you were gone."

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 soldier's spear yesterday, but we mermaids have a recovery ability more than ten times stronger than humans, so she's fine today."

Looking at Shile's relaxed face, 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!"

Shile pouted her cherry lips and said, "Husband, I want you. Without you, my legs are almost turning into fish tails."

As she spoke, Shile 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 bodice, 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 admonitions 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's true qi will leak out, leading to exhaustion and death. 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, saw the words "Never consult the seventh form before practicing the sixth form." It seemed he could only see the seventh form after practicing the sixth.

The dantian is the container of true qi; if a martial artist's true qi exceeds the dantian's limit, the body may die suddenly. It seemed 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 practice the sixth form together. Yang Zhuihui had always been popular with women, and several names immediately popped into his mind: San Niang, Xiao Yue, Shi Le, Fu'er, Ruan Feifeng, and Ji Hanxiang. The key was to have them all cultivate with him simultaneously. San Niang, Xiao Yue, and Shi Le together would be fine, 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'd cut off his 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 could be confirmed to participate in the sixth form. Two more were needed. Should he include You Shu? Or the crazy Yi Meng? Huang Rong, who breastfed Xiang'er all day? Xia Yao, whose genitals he had violated? And the female ninja, Saya?

Chapter 192, May 26th : Huang Rong Tests

Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui abruptly stood up, then helplessly lay back down on the bed, unsure how to find two more women to join this 6P.

"Ugh, so annoying!"

Yang Zhuihui simply put away the secret manual, lowered his head, and walked out of the room.

Seeing Huang Rong, San Niang, Ji Hanxiang, Fu'er, and others busy in the hall, Yang Zhuihui could only wander aimlessly around the General's Mansion.

Around noon, the wounded in the hall were finally treated, and then the uninjured guards helped them to rest. After cleaning up, Huang Rong was a little exhausted, so she ordered the servants to prepare lunch and had Bilan take Ji Hanxiang to the guest room to rest.

After lunch, the group that needed to participate in the military discussion went to the Qinxin Pavilion in the back garden. A maid served strong tea, and they began discussing the sensitive topic of completely destroying the possibility of a Tatar attack. Those participating in the military discussion included Yang Zhuihui, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Xuanfu General Ma Fang, Deputy General Song Xiangyu, and Lieutenant General Ge Liu.

As the garrison general of Dushi City, Guo Jing roughly explained the current situation based on the military map, carefully analyzing the advantages and disadvantages of both sides.

Everyone's expression was serious, including Yang Zhuihui's, but he kept wanting to laugh because he really couldn't stand Guo Jing's affected manner; it seemed he really should go to the palace and become the Grand Eunuch.

After Guo Jing finished explaining, Ma Fang, Song Xiangyu, and Ge Liu supplemented his points. Guo Jing, focused on the overall situation, naturally overlooked some details, and the three of them filled that gap.

After they finished, Yang Zhuihui, at their request, recounted the defense of Datong Prefecture. Although he didn't deliberately highlight himself, the scene of him fighting against a thousand men single-handedly still shocked them; they couldn't believe that Yang Zhuihui had single-handedly turned the tide. After Yang Zhuihui finished, it was finally Huang Rong's turn to summarize.

"Now that everyone has finished speaking, let me briefly explain the strategy for victory."

Having captured their attention, Huang Rong continued, "Datong Prefecture has been held. The Tatars will definitely go all out, deploying even more troops to participate in the siege here. Their most prized weapon is the Poison Fire Cannon, which we've already experienced. Moreover, they only deployed eight Poison Fire Cannons in Datong Prefecture, but over a hundred in this battlefield. Therefore, our side is the primary target of attack, and this is the biggest reason why Yang Guo was able to achieve victory. If Datong Prefecture had also deployed over a hundred Poison Fire Cannons, I'm quite certain that Yang Zhuihui would have had a hard time defending Datong Prefecture."

"Indeed, Mother-in-law's analysis is spot on,"

Yang Zhuihui quickly flattered. Indeed, even with fifty Poison Fire Cannons, let alone a hundred, the gates of Datong Prefecture would definitely be breached, and Yang Zhuihui wouldn't be able to get close enough to the cannons to turn the tide of the war in Datong Prefecture.

Responding with a smile, Huang Rong said, "Guo'er, you have indeed achieved remarkable military exploits recently, but you must not be too arrogant. Only humble people can accomplish great things, which is why I am reminding you."

"Thank you for your reminder, Mother-in-law. Guo'er will certainly follow your teachings and serve the Ming Dynasty with utmost loyalty!"

"We are all on the same side, so there is no need for such words."

Huang Rong smiled charmingly, revealing her pearly teeth, and continued, "Let's get back to the main point. If my analysis is correct, Anda Khan's side will likely reinforce his troops, and may even increase the number of poison fire cannons. However, transporting the cumbersome poison fire cannons to Longxiao Pass will take about two days, even traveling day and night. We absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait for our doom. We should strike first, otherwise I am truly worried that the people of Dushi City will suffer again."

At this point, Huang Rong's willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed, and her face was full of sorrow as she said, "Our goal was to protect the people of the entire city, but this time we have failed them. I still remember those corpses buried in the ground, and the tragic sight of their loved ones crying."

“Mother-in-law, now is not the time for sentimentality. To let the dead rest in peace and the living be safe, we should make plans as soon as possible,”

Yang Zhuihui comforted her.

“Yang Guo is absolutely right, Madam, please take care,”

Song Xiangyu said.

“I’m sorry, I’m a woman, not as strong as you all.”

Huang Rong, her eyes slightly red, composed herself and said, “Then let me tell you my plans.”

Huang Rong stood up, pointed her slender finger at the three characters “Longxiao Pass” on the map, and said, “Their military camp is located behind Longxiao Pass. The pass is very small, easy to defend and difficult to attack. According to intelligence, they have already prepared defenses, with ten flying cannons positioned at the pass. As soon as our people approach, they will be bombarded by cannon fire. And on both sides are treacherous mountains, making a sneak attack impossible.”

“Yes, Mother-in-law, I can do it,”

Yang Zhuihui interjected, “as long as I ride the divine bird.”

“Are you sure?”

Guo Jing asked.

“Back then, during the naval battle at Chaozhou, I used the divine bird to destroy the pirates’ defensive line on Nan’ao Island, allowing the Chaozhou garrison to capture the island.”

“Jing-gege and I both know about this; my father sent a message via carrier pigeon, but I’m still a little worried.”

“Mother-in-law, even if you don’t believe me, you should believe the divine bird,”

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

“I believe you,”

Huang Rong smiled, “but I’m afraid Fu’er won’t let you take the risk.”

“National affairs come first,”

Guo Jing patted Yang Zhuihui’s shoulder, saying, “As your father-in-law, I actually didn’t want you to go on the expedition. If it weren’t for the imperial decree, Rong’er and I wouldn’t have agreed to let you go to the Jurchen territory. But you’ve really lived up to expectations, managing to unite the three Jurchen tribes that had been divided for over a hundred years. From now on, my position as the city’s garrison general is definitely yours.”

(Your woman is definitely mine too.) Yang Zhuihui smiled ingratiatingly, “Father-in-law, you’re joking. It was just good luck for Guo’er. Let’s not talk about the past now, let’s deal with the present first.”

Yang Zhuihui clasped his hands and said, “Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, please allow Guo’er to launch a night raid on Longxiao Pass!”

“This…”

Guo Jing and Huang Rong looked at each other.

After a moment, Huang Rong took Yang Zhuihui’s hand and said, “Tonight, you should spend some time with Fu’er. We’ll act tomorrow night.”

“But…”

"No buts, I am the garrison general, I am the highest authority here, and as the garrison general, I order you to keep Fu'er company tonight!"

Guo Jing said sternly, but his eunuch voice always diminished his authority.

"Alright! Guo'er understands."

Yang Zhuihui nodded.

"Don't mention this to Fu'er, otherwise she will worry, understand?"

Meeting Huang Rong's somewhat burning gaze, Yang Zhuihui could only nod.

"General Ma, Deputy General Song, and Lieutenant General Ge, please handle the matters in the military camp well, I, Guo, am extremely grateful!"

Guo Jing clasped his hands and said.

"We are all serving the court, General Guo, there's no need to be so polite."

The three said in unison.

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui was a little puzzled. He remembered that Guo Jing would stay in the military camp every time a war broke out, but now he wasn't going to the camp and was asking them to handle affairs, which was too strange.

Despite his doubts, Yang Zhuihui had to pretend he knew everything. Occasionally, he'd steal glances at his still-attractive mother-in-law, her breasts bulging with her breath, her luscious lips tempting him to bite them.

The matter was more or less settled, and everyone dispersed. Huang Rong and Yang Zhuihui continued chatting in the pavilion, Huang Rong asking about him, his daughter, and the other beauties. Although her questions were indirect, Yang Zhuihui understood them all. It seemed Huang Rong was worried that Yang Zhuihui would neglect his daughter because of his powerful harem.

When Huang Rong mentioned that her daughter had complained about having to share men with others, Yang Zhuihui didn't know how to answer, and could only smile awkwardly, remaining silent to wait for the right moment.

Huang Rong smiled faintly, "Ever since I adopted you, I've always treated you like my own son. Your performance in Chaozhou even prompted my father to send a message via carrier pigeon, urging you and Fu'er to get married quickly, as if he's afraid someone will snatch this treasure away from you. Hehe, it's probably because Xiaoyue and Shile went to Chaozhou with you. Your mother-in-law won't beat around the bush with you anymore, I'll be frank with you! When Fu'er told me those things, I said that your excellence determines the number of women around you, and they are all very excellent; Xiaoyue is very gentle, and although Shile is a bit wild and sarcastic, she's agile on the battlefield, and she even took a sword for a soldier. You Shu is quite pitiful, her country is destroyed, her family is gone, and she has lost her memory, you really should take good care of her."

"So, mother-in-law, do you mean I can marry them?"

Yang Zhui asked with regret and joy.

"It seems you've been planning this for a while,"

Huang Rong said. "Your career isn't stable yet, so don't get too entangled with them. Emotional debts are hard to repay, and besides, you're still young; your body can't handle it."

"What do you mean, my body can't handle it?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, puzzled.

"You're practically my son now, so I'll be blunt! No matter how strong you men are, too much sex will ruin your health. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, yes, I understand,"

Yang Zhuihui nodded vigorously.

"I'm asking you, what exactly is your relationship with Xian Ni?"

"Friends in the martial arts world,"

Yang Zhuihui quickly replied.

"Actually… sigh, never mind, never mind, mother-in-law is meddling too much. I just hope you'll behave yourself!"

Huang Rong stood up, walked a few steps, then turned back and continued, "You must spend time with Fu'er tonight. Don't let her be alone in her room, or sleep with several women, understand? If you want, spend some time with them this afternoon."

"I'll try my best… I'll try my best,"

Yang Zhuihui nodded hurriedly, almost saying he would "do his best" to Guo Fu.

Watching Huang Rong's departing figure, Yang Zhuihui's lustful thoughts were stirred by her shapely buttocks. He longed to rush over, spread them apart, and examine whether her private parts were wet.

Shaking his head, he dismissed these lewd thoughts. Leaning against a pillar in the pavilion, Yang Zhuihui needed to seriously consider how to deal with those beauties. He always felt that keeping them in the General's Mansion was the best choice; at least he could go out with peace of mind. But even the meticulous Huang Rong was now warning him not to act recklessly. So how was he supposed to successfully complete the sixth form of the Lustful Dragon? Should he go to a brothel and have sex with five prostitutes?

"How disgusting,"

Yang Zhuihui immediately began to despise himself.

Having sex with prostitutes wasn't the problem; the key was mixing the five women's semen with nectar and drinking it. If the semen was from prostitutes, even if they threw money at Yang Zhuihui, he wouldn't drink it. There might even be another man's semen in it!

A somewhat lost and listless Yang Zhuihui gazed at the goldfish swimming below the pavilion. He suddenly thought of Jingyue Lake, his master, the South Sea Divine Nun, and her last wish.

"For my master, I must quickly master the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon to repay her kindness!"

Yang Zhuihui clenched his fists, his expression very serious, yet also troubled. He really didn't know how to find five women he could sleep with at the same time.

"Brother!"

You Shu's clear voice suddenly reached his ears.

Turning his head, he saw You Shu, dressed in a floral kimono, rushing over and throwing herself into his arms, almost knocking Yang Zhuihui out of the pavilion.

"You Shu missed brother so much!"

You Shu hugged Yang Zhuihui tightly around the waist, her breasts rubbing against his chest like a cute little kitten.

Chapter 193, Helping with a Bath

"Hehe, didn't we just meet?"

Yang Zhuihui ran his fingers through her hair, gently smoothing it.

"But I miss you! Really, has brother grown tired of you?"

Yuuki looked at Yang Zhuihui with innocent eyes, her eyes seemingly glistening with tears.

"Uh... how could that be!"

Yang Zhuihui said with a forced smile, "Brother has to protect the country, so he can't stay by Yuuki's side all the time!"

Saya, who was walking over, turned her head to the side and snorted, "Protecting the country, huh! I wonder which woman he's with, and he brought another one back this time."

"She said you brought back a very beautiful woman."

Yuuki's eyes really started to well up with tears.

"Don't listen to her nonsense, that woman was just passing by, understand?"

Faced with the innocent Yuuki, Yang Zhuihui panicked a little and quickly winked at Saya.

“Alright, just passing by.”

Saya squatted by the pond, looking at the goldfish with a somewhat blank expression, and suddenly asked, “Yang-kun, will you take care of the princess for the rest of your life?”

“Of course!”

“With so many women around you, I’m really afraid that one day you’ll lose interest in the princess and neglect or even drive her away.”

“How could that be?”

Yang Zhuihui let Yuuki sit on his lap, hugged her from behind, and whispered in Yuuki’s ear, “My good sister Yuuki and I will never be separated. She’s going to have my children!”

“Yang-kun, if you are a heartless person, I will kill you at all costs!”

Saya said coldly.

“How scary.”

Yuuki shrank into Yang Zhuihui’s arms, her eyes filled with fear.

“How could I…”

“In my heart, the princess is the most important person. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have followed her to the Ming Dynasty!”

Saya suddenly burst into tears, crying out, "Not only am I like a stranger to her, but I also get bitten all the time. Every time, I have to bring you up to explain for ages before she can even accept me. Do you know how that feels? Anyway, you pervert, you have to take good care of the princess for the rest of your life, otherwise... otherwise... you bastard..."

Saya wiped away her tears as she walked back, making Yang Zhuihui feel like he had abandoned Yuuki.

"Brother, why is she crying? Did you bully her?"

Yuuki asked innocently.

"Maybe she got some sand in her eyes,"

Yang Zhuihui replied dismissively.

"Will you sleep with Yuuki tonight? Just the two of us, don't sleep with that other sister, it'll be too crowded. Yuuki almost got pushed off the bed last time,"

Yuuki said dejectedly.

Faced with Yuuki's overly fragile request, what could Yang Zhuihui do?

At this moment, he wished he had Sun Wukong's ability to create clones, so he could satisfy all of them at the same time and wouldn't have to worry about who to sleep with.

"Can I?"

Yuuki shook Yang Zhuihui's arm, full of anticipation.

"Yushu."

Yang Zhuihui seemed to have made up his mind, and said, "I have to go out tonight and won't be back until dawn, so I can't stay with you."

"How can you do this?"

Yushu twitched, choking back tears, "I miss you so much every night, brother, I thought we could sleep together, but now... I won't allow it!"

"I'll sleep with you now, okay?"

Yushu pinched Yang Zhuihui's cheek and mumbled, "I just woke up and can't sleep anymore. Brother, take a bath with me, and Yushu won't bother you tonight."

"Okay."

Taking Yushu's hand, Yang Zhuihui led her back to her room. Only after her repeated requests did Yang Zhuihui ask Saya to call the servants to bring in hot water.

Biyue and Bilian filled the wooden tub with water and left, while Saya stood outside, leaving this little world inside to them. Saya was worried that Yang Zhuihui would harm the princess, but she couldn't stop them, otherwise the princess would definitely hate her to death.

"Brother, help me take it off!"

Yuuki pleaded, standing in front of the wooden tub. Her lotus-root-like arms encircled Yang Zhuihui

's neck as she hummed her favorite song, "Sakura Ode." "So naughty," Yang Zhuihui said, untying her sash. Her kimono naturally parted, revealing a white lining. The slightly transparent lining accentuated the contours of her beautiful breasts, with her nipples pressing against it, their pink tips faintly visible.

Yang Zhuihui's breathing quickened, his hands trembling slightly. He removed her kimono and hung it on the screen. Turning around, he gazed at this immaculate yet seemingly seductive woman, a woman with a childlike heart. He swallowed hard, while Yuuki continued humming, shaking her head playfully.

A surge of heat rose between his legs, and his penis unexpectedly hardened. Yang Zhuihui, however, had to maintain his composure. Faced with Yuuki, who seemed completely oblivious to sex, he dared not reveal his true beastly nature.

"Take this off too, hands up, straighten them."

Yang Zhuihui lifted Yu Shu's knee-length lining, the smooth, hairless vulva attracting his attention like a magnet. Yang Zhuihui's hands began to tremble. The pink slit between the full mounds of flesh brought a strong visual impact, like a rosebud about to bloom. Yang Zhuihui even wanted to touch it to encourage its growth. Yu Shu,

whose hands were getting a little sore from holding it up, mumbled, "Brother, hurry up and help me take it off, my hands are so sore!"

Yang Zhuihui quickly peeled off the lining, his eyes then drawn to her pair of fair, firm breasts. Yu Shu's breasts weren't very large, but the lines of the lower edge were perfect, like the arc of a crescent moon, and the pink nipples, surrounded by light-colored areolas, were now engorged, emitting an alluring fragrance.

Standing too close, Yang Zhuihui could even see the slight indentations on the nipples, and knew that was where milk would seep out later.

"May I come in?"

Yu Shu hooked her arms around Yang Zhuihui's neck again, unconsciously leaning her delicate body against him. Her beautiful eyes, still clear and transparent, like dewdrops hanging on green leaves, gazed at Yang Zhuihui's dazed expression.

"Mm."

Yu Shu stepped into the wooden tub, but didn't sit down. Instead, she handed a towel to Yang Zhuihui, saying, "Brother, help Yu Shu wash up. Remember to wash her thoroughly! Yu Shu wants to sleep well tonight and meet brother in her dreams."

"I will."

Yang Zhuihui wet the towel, his eyes fixed on Yu Shu's genitals, his hand unable to resist touching it.

"It's itchy... Brother..."

Yu Shu complained.

"This is where you pee, you have to wash it properly, listen to brother."

Yang Zhuihui ran his fingers along the cleft of her vulva a few times, scooped up some warm water and sprinkled it on Yu Shu's private parts, then wiped it with the towel.

The genitals are a woman's most vulnerable and sacred part, and Yang Zhuihui wiped it very carefully, afraid of hurting Yu Shu.

While wiping, Yang Zhuihui noticed Yushu's seemingly pained expression and said regretfully, "Yushu, remember to tell your brother if you feel uncomfortable."

"Um... I just feel like I need to pee... Brother... I'm sorry..."

Yushu's delicate body trembled slightly, but she didn't stop Yang Zhuihui.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Yang Zhuihui hung the towel on the edge of the wooden tub and gently pulled apart Yushu's labia with both hands. The narrow vagina was sealed by tightly clenched flesh, which was still wriggling slightly, reflecting a lewd glow. The urethral opening, which looked like snail tentacles, was clearly visible, and the clitoris was also slightly exposed.

"Brother, do I need to wash inside too?"

Yushu asked innocently.

"Of course, but it's very delicate here, so I can't use a towel. Let your brother lick it clean for you."

Yushu's honey hole emitted a lewd fragrance, and Yang Zhuihui couldn't resist any longer. He stuck out his tongue and licked the soft, wet flesh, which looked like tofu. The lewd fragrance immediately filled Yang Zhuihui's nostrils, making his penis throb painfully.

"Ugh...ugh...brother...I'm going to pee...don't touch me there..."

"Clean it up quickly."

Yang Zhuihui's tongue, curled into a cylindrical shape, slowly thrust in and out, but he didn't dare go too deep, afraid of hurting Yushu.

"Brother...my legs are sore...I can't stand..."

Afraid that Yushu would fall, Yang Zhuihui quickly supported her thighs and continued thrusting, occasionally sealing Yushu's entire full vulva with his lips, his tongue continuing to explore the warm honey hole, tasting the overflowing honey.

"I can't take it anymore...brother...it's so sore..."

Yang Zhuihui was enjoying himself when Saya knocked on the door and said, "Yang-kun, restrain yourself, don't

do anything reckless!" Knowing that he couldn't go too far, Yang Zhuihui could only give Yushu's vulva a deep kiss, wash it with water, and then wipe the rest of Yushu's body with a towel.

While wiping Yuuki's breasts with a towel, Yang Zhuihui felt as if her slippery breasts were constantly playing tricks on him, always slipping away. Yuuki, tickled by the sensation, would occasionally let out a silvery laugh, playing with Yang Zhuihui's hair and scolding, "Brother, you're so clumsy, you can't even do this."

Faced with Yuuki's teasing, Yang Zhuihui would only grin foolishly, continuing to examine her breasts, now slippery from the warm water. He even wanted to suck on her increasingly engorged nipples, but worried about being scolded by Saya, so he restrained himself.

"Turn around."

Yang Zhuihui wiped You Shu's smooth back, his gaze lingering on her plump, firm buttocks. Bathed in warm water, the flesh glistened, and their slight trembling was incredibly alluring. Yang Zhuihui really wanted to pull out his penis and thrust it in!

"Wash this too,"

Yang Zhuihui said, bending down and spreading You Shu's buttocks apart. Looking at the regularly folded folds of her anus, he sprayed some water there and began washing it with a towel.

"Hehe...it's so itchy...brother...it's really itchy like this..."

You Shu's sphincter tightened, and she thrashed her buttocks, getting Yang Zhuihui's face covered in water.

"Your little sister is so naughty!"

After washing her body, Yang Zhuihui wiped the water from his face with his sleeve, wrung out the towel, and dried You Shu.

As he rubbed those sensitive areas, Yuuki would always let out seductive moans, intermittent, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched, while Yang Zhuihui kept his penis erect and throbbing every second.

After letting Yuuki out of the tub, Yang Zhuihui dried her calves and couldn't resist kissing her genitals.

"Brother, do you want Yuuki to kiss you there?"

Yuuki asked, sucking her finger.

Yang Zhuihui quickly stood up, brought Yuuki a clean undergarment, and said, "No need, we'll talk about it later, sweetie, put your hand in."

After helping her put on the undergarment, Yang Zhuihui wanted to help her put on her kimono, but faced with the oddly designed kimono, he had no idea where to start. Finally, he had to call Saya to complete the final step, while he left, burning with lust, wondering who to release his pent-up desire. The mermaid sisters were definitely the best targets, especially Shile; she was incredibly seductive and could completely satisfy Yang Zhuihui's animalistic lust.

Running to the mermaid sisters' room, Xiaoyue and Shile were still taking a bath. Yang Zhuihui had Shile hold onto the edge of the tub and stick out her buttocks, while he held Shile's slender waist and penetrated her from behind. He then began to thrust wildly, making Shile orgasm twice in a row, almost to the point of exhaustion. Xiaoyue, lying in the tub, kept having her face rubbed against Shile's swaying breasts, making her blush deeply. NordFX Library:

Chapter 194, Deep into Danger

After Shile surrendered, Yang Zhuihui, who had not yet ejaculated, set his sights on Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue wanted to refuse, but she knew that if she didn't have intercourse with Yang Zhuihui for too long, she would not be able to maintain her human form, so she could only imitate her sister by sticking out her buttocks. Her shy and coy movements fueled Yang Zhuihui's enthusiasm. He spread her buttocks apart and forcefully thrust his thick penis into her somewhat narrow honey hole. The instant filling almost made Xiaoyue faint, and she could only bite her thin lips to endure the impact of the increasingly fast-moving penis.

Having ejaculated into Xiaoyue's vagina, Yang Zhuihui's lust, aroused by You Shu, was finally satisfied. He then carried the mermaid sisters to the bed, embracing them on either side, and slept soundly with them.

When he awoke, it was already evening. After washing his face, Yang Zhuihui returned to his room and cuddled with Guo Fu for a while before Huang Rong came to call them for dinner. They reluctantly parted.

After dinner, Yang Zhuihui accompanied San Niang to the market to buy some daily necessities and also visited Zhang Binu. Seemingly remembering something, he ran to Huang Rong's room to inquire about Zhang Binu's eye condition.

Learning that the doctors in Dushi City were helpless, Yang Zhuihui was very frustrated. It seemed he could only wait for Ruan Feifeng, the miraculous healer, to arrive in Dushi City.

Afterwards, Huang Rong lectured Yang Zhuihui for a good quarter of an hour, telling him to treat his daughter well. Yang Zhuihui, feeling somewhat innocent, couldn't help but think that Guo Fu was always brought to ecstasy by him, but fearing he would tarnish his pure position in Huang Rong's heart, he could only choose to be a good student.

Only after Huang Rong finished her nagging was Yang Zhuihui able to return to Guo Fu's side. Guo Fu was already asleep, the blankets only covering her slender waist, with a red bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks covering her breasts.

He undressed, got into bed, covered Guo Fu with the blankets, gently embraced her, kissed her forehead, and, inhaling her fragrance, gradually fell asleep.

Perhaps due to exhaustion from the day, Yang Zhuihui slept soundly all night, while Guo Fu woke up from the heat. Seeing Yang Zhuihui beside her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drifted back into a sweet dream, showing little desire for intercourse.

For most women, sex is never as important as love. They don't care much about the process of sex, but they really enjoy foreplay and physical contact after orgasm.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as women like Shi Le and Ji Hanxiang who are very sexually driven.

Late the next night

, Yang Zhuihui, dressed in black, went to the place where the Three-Headed Phoenix was resting. Afraid of frightening it, Yang Zhuihui took off his face mask and stroked its three heads one by one, saying, "Silly bird, you'll be going on an attack with me again tonight. Remember not to glow later. We're going to launch a surprise attack, just like last time on Nan'ao Island, understand?"

The Three-Headed Phoenix, which seemed to understand human speech, nodded vigorously, its three heads hitting Yang Zhuihui's chest. Yang Zhuihui almost couldn't stand up; there was no way around it, the silly bird was too strong.

During the day, Yang Zhuihui hadn't been close to the beautiful women much, nor had he mentioned to them that he was going to launch a surprise attack on the Tatar camp tonight. He had been discussing the strategy with Guo Jing, Ma Fang, and Huang Rong, and all his bets were on this surprise attack.

Huang Rong had expected the Tatars to attack during the day, but they remained inactive, which relieved her. Otherwise, the cannons flying in would have caused countless more civilians to suffer.

Remembering Huang Rong's warning from earlier that day, Yang Zhuihui pulled out a military map from his pocket, looked at the scale in the lower right corner, roughly estimated the location of Longxiao Pass, mounted the three-headed phoenix, patted its neck, and the obedient three-headed phoenix flapped its wings and flew away, disappearing into the dark night.

"I will not fail you."

Yang Zhuihui pulled up his face towel, bent down and hugged the three-headed phoenix's neck, and approached Longxiao Pass at an extremely fast speed.

Circling above Longxiao Pass, Yang Zhuihui, squinting, had roughly determined the location of each military camp from the torches they had lit, but he still couldn't determine where the poison fire cannons were placed, so he dared not approach recklessly, for fear that he and the three-headed phoenix would be reduced to ashes.

Knowing that the three-headed phoenix, being too large, would be too conspicuous for reconnaissance, Yang Zhuihui had it carry him to a small hillside only half a mile from the Tatar camp. After giving it a few words of advice, Yang Zhuihui bent down and headed towards the Tatar camp.

The three-headed phoenix lay on the ground, staring at Yang Zhuihui's departing figure, its eyes filled with reluctance.

(How I long to be by my master's side in human form!) Approaching the military camp, Yang Zhuihui immediately crouched down upon hearing footsteps. Through the weeds, he saw his senior sister, Li Mochou, walking into the commander's camp with Xin Ai.

Even if Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy, turned to ashes, Yang Zhuihui could never forget her. If it weren't for her Ice Soul Silver Needles, Yang Zhuihui would never have met Wu Sanniang, much less become Ling Shenni's only male disciple and cultivate the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon. So, should Yang Zhuihui thank Li Mochou?

No!

The moment Li Mochou used the Ice Soul Silver Needles, she already harbored murderous intent towards Yang Zhuihui. If it weren't for Yang Zhuihui's incredible luck, he would have long since gone to pay homage to the Western Buddhas. Therefore, Li Mochou was his enemy, and even if he wanted to thank her, it would have to be through sexual abuse!

Seeing that the main camp was surrounded by Tatar soldiers, Yang Zhuihui, who had been thinking of spying on Xin Ai and Li Mochou to see if they were engaged in any illicit activities, decided to do something more serious first. He squatted down, using the moonlight to study a map and compare it with the surrounding scenery to determine his location.

A single cannon wasn't particularly conspicuous, but over a hundred would definitely be; moreover, to cope with sudden changes in military operations, the cannons would need to be placed in easily movable locations on flat terrain. Therefore, Yang Zhuihui roughly identified several possible locations for the cannons based on the map and planned to search them all.

Having packed up the map, Yang Zhuihui was about to leave when he heard footsteps. Turning his head, he saw a Tatar soldier approaching, seemingly unnoticed by the shadows. Seeing the Tatar soldier pulling up his trousers, Yang Zhuihui knew what he was up to.

Yang Zhuihui slowly backed away, while the Tatar soldier, needing to relieve himself, quickly stepped into the bushes, glanced back, and then stood less than five steps away from Yang Zhuihui. He pulled out his genitals, and after a satisfying ejaculation, the Tatar soldier pulled up his trousers and walked away.

"Don't make a sound if you want to save your life!"

Yang Zhuihui's dragon-carved sword was already pressed against his Adam's apple.

"Don't...don't kill me..."

"Answer a few questions, and I won't kill you."

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui asked, "How many cannons are there here?"

"About...about one hundred and twenty..."

"Where are they all stored?"

"I can't say, otherwise the prince will kill me."

"If you don't tell me, I'll kill you now!"

Yang Zhuihui slightly increased the pressure on his hand, and the Tatar soldier could barely breathe.

"Over there."

The Tatar soldier hurriedly pointed to the right. "Go straight to the right, the cannons are all there."

"How many guards are there?"

"About...about a hundred men..."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Wh...what?"

The Tatar soldier was startled.

"Are you or not?"

"Yes..."

"Then I'll spare your life and let you go back to Puzong to continue the lineage."

"Thank...um..."

Before the Tatar soldier could fully express his gratitude to Yang Zhuihui, he was knocked unconscious, and Yang Zhuihui stripped off his clothes and hat.

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly put on the Tatar soldier's uniform, adjusted his hat, hid the dragon-carved sword in the grass, drew the Tatar soldier's scimitar, tested its feel, and, confirming there was nothing wrong, stepped out of the grass, pretending to pull up his trousers, and even greeted the patrolling Tatar soldiers, then walked to the right. As

Yang Zhuihui walked, he observed the ground. There were several cart tracks on the ground, extending straight ahead, indicating that the Tatar soldier had indeed not lied.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui stopped. Before him lay a thicket of grass about ten feet high, with a large gap in the middle. Two Tatar soldiers guarded each side of the gap.

The grass on both sides was also ten feet tall, very dense, making it impossible to see what was inside. However, this was indeed the perfect place to hide cannons; at least the Ming scouts wouldn't know how many cannons there were or how much ammunition they had.

"What are you doing?"

one of the Tatar soldiers approached.

"Prince Xin'ai sent me here to check if you've neglected your duties,"

Yang Zhuihui sneered.

"We haven't been lazy,"

the arrogant Tatar soldier immediately cowered.

"Besides, Prince Xin'ai also wants me to test the cannons."

"Now you're going to fire?"

The Tatar soldier was clearly frightened.

"No. I'll tell you inside."

Reaching the entrance, Yang Zhuihui beckoned with his finger, saying, "The four of you come in with me. Prince Xin'ai demanded this be kept secret because he suspects there's a traitor in our camp. Otherwise, with our strength, how could we possibly fail to take Dushi City?"

Hearing this, the four men exchanged glances, breaking out in a cold sweat, and quickly followed Yang Zhuihui inside.

Once inside, seeing the more than one hundred cannons, this time it was Yang Zhuihui's turn to break out in a cold sweat—ten horizontally and eleven vertically, exactly one hundred and ten cannons, plus the ten at the pass, a full one hundred and twenty!

Each cannon firing one shell simultaneously, one hundred and twenty shells! Who knows how many people would be killed? The lives of some of the civilians of Dushi City were taken by these cannons!

Upon seeing Yang Zhuihui, the more than one hundred Tatar soldiers who were holding their posts all focused their attention on him. Seeing the four Tatar soldiers behind him treating him with utmost respect, they dared not be disrespectful.

Yang Zhuihui didn't speak, continuing his act. He walked around the area, head held high, and returned to his original spot, saying, "I've been entrusted by Prince Xin'ai to conduct an experiment here. I'd like to ask everyone, who wants to urinate or defecate now?"

Almost everyone shook their heads.

"Only if someone does can we conduct the experiment,"

Yang Zhuihui added.

This time, most people nodded.

Yang Zhuihui smiled sinisterly and said, "Go to your positions, take out your 'woman-conquering' things, and aim them at the cannons, quickly!"

"What are we doing?"

a Tatar soldier asked.

Yang Zhuihui pointed to his mouth and said, "I wanted to ask Prince Xin'ai this question before, but the person who was supposed to come with me on this mission asked was killed by the prince, so I don't know Prince Xin'ai's intentions. Actually, I'm very curious too. If you have the guts, we'll wait here, and you can ask!"

"I was just saying. Look, I'm already standing there."

"Hurry up, hurry up, the prince is waiting for the results!"

Yang Zhuihui urged hurriedly.

Each cannon was guarded by a Tatar soldier, while the four Tatar soldiers at the entrance were not required to guard the cannons. However, to involve them, Yang Zhuihui ordered the four of them to share one cannon with four others. This resulted in a scene where two penises were facing one cannon muzzle, reminding Yang Zhuihui of the two men against one woman often seen in pornography. However, to fill the cannon muzzle, it would probably take at least thirty penises. Of course, if each one was as thick as Yang Zhuihui's, twenty would be enough.

Chapter 195, Tying up Li Mochou

After confirming that they were all ready, Yang Zhuihui said, "Inhale, tighten your anus... relax, pee!"

At his command, streams of urine sprayed into the cannon muzzle.

Listening to the perfectly synchronized sounds of urination, Yang Zhuihui continued, "I heard Prince Xin'ai mention something about how mixing urine with gunpowder increases the power of cannonballs, especially when metal fragments pierce the bodies of Ming soldiers. No matter how they try to treat it, they'll all die eventually. So you all need to urinate as much as possible!"

After they finished, the entire area reeked of urine, making Yang Zhuihui almost unbearable. He had to cover his nose and said, "There are still more than two hours until dawn. According to Prince Xin'ai's estimates, the Ming army is likely to attack after daybreak. So in these two hours, whoever needs to urinate, remember to urinate into the muzzle of the cannon. Absolutely no urinating anywhere else is allowed. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Looking at these unfamiliar faces, Yang Zhuihui lowered his head and smiled sinisterly, but when he raised his head, his face was serious again. He said, "Alright, everyone, get some rest. At dawn, we'll make the Ming army run for their lives!"

"Yes!"

Seeing their excited expressions, Yang Zhuihui chuckled inwardly and walked out.

Yang Zhuihui initially wanted to return to Dushi City immediately, but he worried that his overly rudimentary plan might backfire. If the Ming army attacked rashly, and the gunpowder in the cannons, now tainted with urine, had been replaced, the Ming soldiers would likely be reduced to charred corpses. Therefore, Yang Zhuihui changed his mind and decided to do something more advantageous in turning the tide of the battle.

Approaching the commander-in-chief's camp, Yang Zhuihui walked over with his head down.

"The commander-in-chief is resting. What is it, Xiao?"

The guard reached out to stop Yang Zhuihui.

"I just found out the latest intelligence about the garrison of Dushi City and need to report to the commander-in-chief,"

Yang Zhuihui said, bowing.

"Wait,"

the guard said, then went inside. A moment later, he came out, waved his hand, and Yang Zhuihui lowered his head and went in.

The commander-in-chief's camp was simply furnished. In the center was a low rectangular table with a small military map spread out, and to the right hung a larger military map. Xin Ai's bed was against the right side of the camp, with a white curtain hanging outside. Therefore, Yang Zhuihui could only confirm that someone was inside, but not how many. Perhaps Li Mochou and Xin Ai were having a good time in bed.

Taking a few steps closer, Yang Zhuihui bowed and said, "Commander-in-chief, I apologize for disturbing you. There's urgent military information."

"Speak freely! There's no one else here,"

Xin Ai said lazily.

"Yes, sir!"

Yang Zhuihui strode forward, drew his curved sword, and with a sudden swing, cut the curtain to the ground, revealing an unfamiliar face.

Yang Zhuihui was startled. Although he had only seen Xin Ai once in Dushi City, and at that time he was disguised as a pharmacy owner, no matter how he disguised himself, his face shape could not have changed so much—Yang Zhuihui remembered that Xin Ai's chin was very pointed, but the man in front of him had a round face, it was not Xin Ai at all!

"Help! Assassin! Assassin!"

Before Yang Zhuihui could react, "Xin Ai" had already shouted loudly.

"Damn it!"

Yang Zhuihui waved his hand, the shadow of the knife flashed, and the fake Xin Ai was already decapitated. He turned around and was about to escape from Huashuai Camp, but two people who had met Yang Zhuihui once before appeared in front of him, Li Mochou and Alec!

"How dare you assassinate! Yang Guo, you can't escape this time!"

Without saying a word, Alec raised the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle and struck at Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui hastily retreated, intending to use his scimitar to cut the cork supporting the main camp, but a dozen spears were already in his path. With shouts, the spears pierced the tents of the main camp and aimed directly at Yang Zhuihui.

Facing both the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle in front and spears behind, Yang Zhuihui, who had anticipated this, did not stop, continuing to retreat, allowing the spears to pierce his body.

His waist ached slightly from the piercings, but the spears did not break his skin.

Yang Zhuihui turned, his hand already gripping a spear, and with a roar, a surge of true energy erupted, directly blasting away the Tatar soldiers outside the main camp. At the same time, Yang Zhuihui used the momentum to fling the spears in his hand towards Alec, several steps away. Alec, who

was not invulnerable to blades and spears, did not retreat, but instead swung the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle to deflect the spears, bent over, and spun around, striking Yang Zhuihui again with the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle.

Before he could react, the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle, imbued with Alec's monstrous strength, struck Yang Zhuihui squarely in the chest.

With a muffled groan, Yang Zhuihui was ejected from the main camp, landing heavily on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He scrambled to his feet, clutching his chest, and jumped into the nearby bushes.

"Leave him to me. He and my junior sister used to toy with me; now I'm going to torture him properly!"

Alec was about to give chase when Li Mochou stopped him.

"He's trying to assassinate Prince Xin'ai. I'm the prince's protector; I absolutely must kill Yang Guo with my own hands!"

Just as Alec was about to pursue, a relaxed Xin'ai emerged from another tent, saying, "Alec, come with me to the cannons. Leave Yang Guo to Li Daogu; at least her Ice Soul Silver Needles are more useful than your Golden Pestle."

"Okay!"

Alec quickly went over.

"I won't let you down."

Li Mochou smiled coldly, leaping into the bushes and closely following Yang Zhuihui, who hadn't gone far.

As Li Mochou pursued Yang Zhuihui, Xin Ai and Alec had already reached the location of the cannons. Upon smelling the pervasive stench of urine, Xin Ai couldn't help but cover her nose. After briefly questioning the Tatar soldiers guarding outside and confirming everything was alright, she left with Alec, unaware that the gunpowder inside each cannon was soaked with urine.

"After this war ends and we return home, I'll give them a good talking-to about camp hygiene,"

Xin Ai muttered.

Alec, never one for flattery, didn't reply, simply following quietly behind Xin Ai, the eight golden rings on his golden pestle occasionally jingling.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui had reached a very close position to the Three-Headed Phoenix, while the relentlessly pursuing Li Mochou was only a dozen steps away.

Yang Zhuihui, injured internally, stopped and turned around, saying, "Senior Sister, long time no see! Did you miss your junior brother?"

"I missed you terribly!"

Li Mochou, dressed as a Daoist nun, said coldly, "I was just wondering why the Ice Soul Silver Needles failed to take your dog's life!"

"That's because my life is worthless!"

Yang Zhuihui laughed, "How did Senior Sister get together with that Tartar?"

Li Mochou had already taken out the Ice Soul Silver Needles and said coldly, "I heard from that Tartar that you're now invulnerable to swords and spears, and I just saw it, and it's true. So I want to know what kind of martial art you've practiced."

"And do you want to learn it too, Senior Sister?"

"You know the answer!"

"Unfortunately, only men can learn this martial art, unless Senior Sister gets one of those things."

"Ignorant brat!"

Li Mochou trembled with anger, shouting in a delicate voice, "My Ice Soul Silver Needles can even pierce stones! Even if you're invulnerable, I believe I can still take your life. Tell me quickly if you know what's good for you!"

"Senior Sister, have you heard that Tartar mention that I actually have a divine bird with three heads, and its whole body glows?"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"What?"

"Just look up and you'll see."

Li Mochou thought this was Yang Zhuihui's clever escape plan, so she didn't look up at all. However, she sensed that the air above was flowing strangely, so she looked up and immediately saw the three heads of the Three-Headed Phoenix, all glaring angrily at her!

It turned out that when Yang Zhuihui arrived nearby, the Three-Headed Phoenix had already taken flight, ready to attack Li Mochou who was chasing its master.

Before Li Mochou could react, the Three-Headed Phoenix had already swooped down, grabbed Li Mochou's arms, and pinned her to the ground, while making a low hissing sound. Li Mochou, who had never seen a divine bird before, was immediately terrified.

"Senior Sister, do you still want to learn the invulnerable martial arts technique?"

Yang Zhuihui lewdly grinned.

"I'll kill you first!"

Li Mochou was about to throw out the Ice Soul Silver Needle in her hand, but the Three-Headed Phoenix increased its strength.

Her hand, almost numb with pain, automatically loosened, and the Ice Soul Silver Needle fell to the ground.

"With that silly bird here, you couldn't possibly hurt me."

Yang Zhuihui squatted on the ground, looking at his rather beautiful senior sister, and chuckled, "I saw you and that Tartar go into the tent together. Could it be that you've slept with him to obtain my martial arts manual?"

"If it weren't for your repeated schemes, I, Li Mochou, would have already torn you to pieces!"

Having read the first 50,000 words of *The Upside-Down Phoenix*, Yang Zhuihui knew that Li Mochou had been repeatedly teased by Yang Guo, so it was normal for her to hate him to the bone. Unfortunately, she was now Yang Zhuihui's possession, and whether he killed her or tortured her was entirely up to him. However, compared to death, sexual sadomasochism would be much more exciting, and Li Mochou was a person of strong character; torturing her would bring even greater satisfaction.

Gazing at Li Mochou, Yang Zhuihui's eyes were always filled with fantasies as her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

Frowning, Yang Zhuihui struck Li Mochou on the neck with a palm strike. Li Mochou groaned, her head lolled to the side, and she fainted.

When Li Mochou awoke, she found her hands bound to a tree by her removed Taoist robe. A cool breeze blew up from the bottom edge of her bodice, gently caressing her breasts.

Li Mochou looked down and almost cried out in surprise. By the moonlight, she saw that she was only wearing a bodice on her upper body and white underpants on her lower body.

"You're finally awake. A whole hour has passed. It seems I was too rough,"

Yang Zhuihui said, lying back on the back of the Three-Headed Phoenix, holding half a roast chicken in his left hand and a gourd of wine in his right. Actually, it only contained honey water, not wine, as Yang Zhuihui's alcohol tolerance was never very high.

"How is this possible?"

Li Mochou exclaimed in shock.

What Yang Zhuihui said was indeed true; he had done quite a few good things in the past hour. First, he tied Li Mochou to a tree. Then, he sneaked into the bushes behind the artillery range, confirmed that the gunpowder in the cannon barrels was still stained with urine, retrieved the dragon-carved sword and the night-clothes, and rode the three-headed phoenix back to Dushi City to report his progress to Huang Rong and request that the Ming army launch a surprise attack on Longxiao Pass at dawn. Afterwards, Yang Zhuihui got roast chicken and honey water from Huang Rong and rode the three-headed phoenix back to where Li Mochou was tied up. He thought she had woken up, but she was still unconscious, so he could only lie bored on the silly bird's back, eating roast chicken and drinking honey water.

"Senior sister must be thirsty or hungry, do you need anything?"

Yang Zhuihui jumped to the ground and held half a roast chicken and honey water in front of Li Mochou. "Do you want to drink or eat, or both?"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Li Mochou roared, struggling fiercely, trying to use her internal energy to break the Taoist robe binding her hands.

Yang Zhuihui noticed this and concentrated his true energy at his fingertips. Just as his robe was about to tear, he didn't care whether he could hit Li Mochou's Zigong acupoint and instead reached for her breasts.

"Ugh..."

Li Mochou groaned and stopped moving, but her expression was furious.

"Don't struggle, or I'll strike your fatal acupoint, and then our beautiful senior sister will perish."

Seeing Li Mochou's almond-shaped eyes wide with anger, Yang Zhuihui became even more excited and chuckled, "Senior sister, you should know that I'm not someone to be trifled with. Although you have the Ice Soul Silver Needle, your brain isn't as sharp as mine. What chance do you have against someone with my high intelligence?"

"Why do I feel like you've become a different person? The old Yang Guo, no matter how wicked he was, would never insult me like this!"

Li Mochou continued to struggle, but dared not exert too much force.

Chapter 196, Humiliating Li Mochou

"People always change, especially after spending too much time in this dazzling world. I'm just expressing what's on my mind."

Yang Zhuihui stared at Li Mochou and continued, "If Senior Sister doesn't eat, I'll eat it all."

"Suit yourself!"

"Suit yourself? Hehe, the consequences would be severe. Anyway, there's still more than an hour until dawn, and Senior Sister and I have plenty of time to talk, especially..."

Yang Zhuihui leered at Li Mochou's pure white bodice. Even in the dim moonlight, he could still see the approximate location of her nipples, so he reached out and grasped her left breast. Li Mochou, a mature woman around thirty, had fully developed breasts. Although not as large as Shi Le's, they were just the right size to be grasped in one hand.

"What are you doing?"

the always chaste Li Mochou exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Zhuihui turned his head and said, "Silly bird, isolate this area."

The three-headed phoenix nodded, let out a low cry, and activated its golden protective halo. This protective aura was extremely large, completely enveloping Yang Zhuihui and Li Mochou. Although the aura shimmered with golden light, the area was still some distance from the Tatar camp, and given Yang Zhuihui's previous harassment, they dared not attack rashly even if there were unusual movements nearby. Therefore, as long as Li Mochou's voice couldn't reach the Tatars' ears, Yang Zhuihui could indulge in his toying with her, with the Three-Headed Phoenix as his sole audience.

Yang Zhuihui vigorously rubbed Li Mochou's left breast, lewdly laughing, "I can feel that Senior Sister's nipples have hardened. I didn't expect them to react so quickly. It seems Senior Sister enjoys my violation!"

"Nonsense... I'm going to kill you!"

Li Mochou tried to stop Yang Zhuihui's violation, but her acupoints were sealed, rendering her powerless to resist. Moreover, she felt her sensitive nipples gradually harden with the caress of Yang Zhuihui's demonic hand. This feeling terrified her; it was a fear she had never experienced before, far greater than being expelled from the sect by Bing Luoye and having nowhere to return.

“Since Senior Sister won’t admit it, I’ll have to see it for myself.”

With a sinister smile, Yang Zhuihui tossed the half-eaten roast chicken aside, placed the wine gourd on the ground, and then gently untied the ribbon of Li Mochou’s bodice. The bodice fluttered to the ground, revealing her exceptionally fair breasts, which appeared particularly delicate in the moonlight. They trembled with her disordered breathing, attracting Yang Zhuihui’s gaze.

Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard, licking his dry lips, and said, "Senior Sister's breasts are truly beautiful. The nipples are so pink and tender; it seems few men tread here."

Li Mochou glared at Yang Zhuihui and shouted, "Our Ancient Tomb Sect has always abstained from lust, yet you have acted so outrageously! If Master knew, she would definitely kill you!"

"Li Mochou,"

Yang Zhuihui said coldly, staring at her, "Back then, in order to learn the Ancient Tomb Sect's superior martial arts, you didn't hesitate to steal the secret manual. Later, Master discovered this and expelled you from the sect. Afterward, you repeatedly made things difficult for me and Xiaolongnu. If it weren't for our past as members of the Ancient Tomb Sect, I would have killed you long ago. A person like you doesn't deserve to mention Master again!"

Li Mochou, her face flushed red from the rebuttal, was speechless, but because her nipples were being pinched, she couldn't help but groan.

“The one on the left is harder than the one on the right, which means you’re definitely feeling it. So if I keep pinching like this, both of your nipples will be equally hard, and you’ll even get wet down there.”

Yang Zhuihui chuckled wickedly, increasing the pressure on his four fingers pinching her nipples and twisting them rapidly.

“Ah…”

Li Mochou’s body trembled slightly, the slight pain and itching from her breasts bringing her to the brink of collapse.

“No matter who you are, one thing will never change: you are still a woman, and your upper and lower parts are your most vulnerable spots. I can’t even handle touching your upper part now, so if I touch your lower part, wouldn’t you be dying of pleasure?”

“Absolutely… um… absolutely not…”

Li Mochou’s eyebrows furrowed together, the pain and pleasure making her almost go crazy. She instinctively rejected Yang Zhuihui’s rough caresses, but her body seemed to enjoy the feeling, because she was already wet down there, and she was afraid Yang Zhuihui would notice her wet genitals.

“Senior Sister, let’s play a very interesting game.”

Yang Zhuihui released her hand, bent down to pick up the wine gourd, “This contains honey water, sweet but not cloying, now…”

Before Li Mochou could react, Yang Zhuihui had already inverted the bottle, and the cool liquid flowed down Li Mochou’s deep cleavage, instantly flowing over her flat, mirror-like abdomen, seeping into her underpants, and flowing along her groin towards her most private honey hole. When the cool honey water mixed with the slightly warm and moist honey at the entrance of her honey hole, Li Mochou almost cried out in surprise, her legs pressing tightly together.

Yang Zhuihui’s fingers slid down her cleavage, stopping at her waistband, and asked, “Senior Sister, are you wet down there now? Do you need your junior brother to help you clean yourself?”

“If you don’t kill me, I will definitely cut you into a thousand pieces!”

Li Mochou said fiercely.

"A knife is useless against me. I suggest you use your Ice Soul Silver Needles, but that's not an option right now."

Yang Zhuihui had already unhooked his pants and slowly inserted his fingers.

"Don't touch me!"

Li Mochou roared.

Yang Zhuihui withdrew his hand and said, "Junior brother's hands are all wet, but he hasn't touched senior sister's there yet. This honey water is really sweet."

He placed his hand to Li Mochou's lips and said, "Senior sister, taste the honey water first, and then I'll let you taste the water flowing from your place."

"Hmph!"

Li Mochou simply closed her eyes.

"It seems senior sister wants to taste the flavor there directly."

Yang Zhuihui smiled coldly and pulled, and Li Mochou's underpants were pulled down to her calves, exposing her pubic area, which was sparsely covered with pubic hair, to the air. To Yang Zhuihui's astonishment, Li Mochou, who was around thirty years old, had very little pubic hair. Only a small, inverted triangular patch of hair grew on her pubic bone. Upon closer inspection, he realized this patch wasn't naturally formed but had been trimmed.

"I will never let you go!"

Li Mochou roared.

"Senior sister, I haven't had enough yet,"

Yang Zhuihui said, grabbing Li Mochou's chin and coldly scoffing, "Senior sister's figure is so well-maintained. I wonder how many men have fucked her down there?"

"I will never let you go!"

"To make you even more convinced of this, I will definitely further violate you, like by penetrating you."

Yang Zhuihui grinned lewdly, trying to grasp Li Mochou's breasts, but they were slippery with honey-like fluid, impossible to hold. This only made Li Mochou gasp repeatedly, adding to her allure.

"Senior Sister's expression is so cute."

Yang Zhuihui bent down and took Li Mochou's left nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. His right hand twisted her right nipple, while his left hand traced along her smooth, alabaster side, moving towards her private parts.

"Bastard!"

Li Mochou couldn't help but curse when Yang Zhuihui's demonic hands touched her most private area.

Yang Zhuihui rubbed Li Mochou's engorged nipple with his teeth, while his fingers slid back and forth along the wet crevice. The mature Li Mochou's labia were very thick, and Yang Zhuihui's middle finger easily sank into them. Warm, moist, and slippery, as he slid down again, his finger had found the entrance.

"Senior Sister, may my finger go in as a guest?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"I'll kill you!"

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and said, "Looks like I'll have to do it myself."

"Yang... Ah!"

When Yang Zhuihui inserted his middle finger, the excruciating pain in her lower body almost made Li Mochou faint. Yang Zhuihui stirred his middle finger inside for a while before pulling it out, his finger covered in blood.

"So you're an old maid. It's a pity you've already given your first time to this finger."

Yang Zhuihui waved his finger in front of Li Mochou's eyes and said, "But with the reputation of the Red Serpent Fairy, I suppose there aren't many people in the martial world who would dare to marry you, Senior Sister. Since you're going to be an old maid for life, you might as well give your first time to my finger."

Li Mochou closed her eyes in pain. Her chastity, which she had guarded for thirty years, had been taken away by a single finger. This was something she had never dreamed of. The throbbing pain in her lower body made her want to commit suicide, but she didn't want to die like this. She wanted to make this man pay a terrible price!

"Senior Sister, why aren't you saying anything?"

Yang Zhuihui asked in confusion.

Li Mochou opened her eyes, a faint smile on her

face, and asked, "Junior brother, whatever you want to do now, senior sister will satisfy you, but you must let senior sister go after it's over, okay?" Faced with Li Mochou's sudden change in attitude, Yang Zhuihui naturally knew what she was planning, so he went along with it and said, "If I insert it, senior sister will agree?"

"Yes."

Li Mochou replied.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior sister."

Yang Zhuihui quickly wiped the honey water off his hands and took out his already erect penis.

Upon seeing Yang Zhuihui's large penis with bulging veins, Li Mochou gasped and said, "Junior brother, yours is too big."

"Has senior sister ever seen a small one?"

Yang Zhuihui asked back.

"No..."

"Senior sister, if you make me feel good, I will let you go, and I will cherish you in the future."

Yang Zhuihui held his penis and rubbed it up and down at the entrance of Li Mochou's honey hole, which still had traces of blood.

"Junior brother...it's so itchy...don't do this..."

Li Mochou whimpered.

"So, what does Senior Sister want me to do now?"

"Whatever you want."

"I'm your junior brother, so naturally I have to accommodate Senior Sister; does Senior Sister want me to penetrate her now, or should we continue grinding like this?"

Yang Zhuihui deliberately increased the speed of friction, and even used the head of his penis to press against Li Mochou's engorged clitoris, making Li Mochou pant even more.

"If Junior Brother wants to penetrate, Senior Sister won't refuse,"

Li Mochou said with a charming smile.

"Then please invite me in, Senior Sister."

"Junior Brother... hurry up and insert it... Senior Sister needs you..."

Yang Zhuihui suddenly withdrew his penis and sneered, "I never thought the ruthless Red Serpent Fairy would have such a lewd side. I truly admire you, Junior Brother."

"You!"

Li Mochou's face turned fierce as she shouted, "Yang Guo, you bastard!"

"Now I finally know Senior Sister's true colors. It turns out Senior Sister is a whore who sleeps with anyone!"

"You can insult me however you want, I don't care."

"I'm too lazy to insult you. That would be a waste of my time. Besides, even if Senior Sister's body is clean, it can't make up for your perverted heart. If I were to insert it, that would be an insult to me."

Yang Zhuihui picked up the wine gourd and said with a wicked smile, "So I still plan to do it like this."

"What are you going to do?"

"Like this."

Yang Zhuihui aimed the pointed tip of the wine gourd at Li Mochou's opening and slowly inserted it.

"Ugh...you...you bastard..."

The gourd's pointed tip was about an inch long and roughly the thickness of Yang Zhuihui's thumb. Since Li Mochou's vagina was very tight, when the tip was fully inserted, Li Mochou felt her lower body was completely filled. Because the tip was so cold, Li Mochou felt a shiver.

Yang Zhuihui placed the gourd between Li Mochou's legs to prevent it from slipping out, then continued to suck on Li Mochou's nipples and stimulate her clitoris with his hand.

Chapter 197, Humiliation Upon Humiliation

"Ugh...ugh..."

After playing like this for a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui pulled out the gourd, turned it upside down, and a thin stream of sticky, lustful fluid flowed from inside, hanging there like snot.

"Senior sister, did you see that? This is proof of your depravity. If you weren't a depravity, you couldn't possibly produce so much fluid."

Smelling it, Yang Zhuihui sighed, "It smells a bit musky, but it's still quite fragrant."

"Go on, I don't care."

“I’m too lazy to talk to you anymore. Anyway, you’re a woman who completely arouses my sexual interest.”

Yang Zhuihui inserted the wine gourd into Li Mochou’s honey hole again, making her clamp it between her legs, and continued, “But I believe the Ming army will really like you as a trophy. When a bunch of men who haven’t tasted anything yet rush over, with two in her mouth, two inserted below, one in each hand, and many more waiting in line to be inserted, that scene will definitely be something to look forward to.”

“If Master knew you had become so lewd, she would definitely expel you from the sect, or even kill you!”

Li Mochou said through gritted teeth.

“Before that, you’ll have been raped to death.”

Yang Zhuihui jumped onto the back of the three-headed phoenix, lay on his back, and looked at Li Mochou sideways, saying, “I’m going to take a nap first. There will be a good show at dawn. I’ll see how the Red Serpent Fairy will satisfy them.”

“Bastard!”

“Silly bird, you can release the protective halo now.”

Yang Zhuihui whispered.

The three-headed phoenix let out a low cry, and the protective halo was released.

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Li Mochou and said, "This place isn't too far from the Tatar camp, but it's not too close either. Shout louder, and they'll hear you. When they rush in, I'll escape, but you, this naked beauty, will be fucked to death. So, if you want to preserve your chastity, please keep your voice down. I want to get some more sleep ."

Yang Zhuihui yawned, his eyelids, which had been drooping, closed. Because Li Mochou hadn't made a sound, Yang Zhuihui soon fell asleep.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Mochou cried out, "Yang Guo, you bastard, let me go!"

Yang Zhuihui didn't react at all, only occasionally scratching his cheek, which was constantly being kissed by mosquitoes.

Li Mochou smiled coldly, closed her eyes, and focused her inner energy. With great effort, she managed to concentrate a small portion of her inner energy in her dantian and forced it towards the Zhongwan acupoint below her breasts. Feeling a hidden heat in her chest, Li Mochou then forced her inner energy towards the Tanzhong acupoint in one breath.

The Tanzhong acupoint is very close to the death acupoint, so she only dared to force her true energy to Tanzhong, not daring to take any risks. The Zigong, the death acupoint, and the Tanzhong acupoint are almost in a straight line, and to get the true energy to the sealed Zigong acupoint, it must pass through the death acupoint, which meant Li Mochou might die from it!

Looking at the soundly sleeping Yang Zhuihui, Li Mochou's eyes suddenly filled with hatred. She tried to force the true energy from Tanzhong towards the death acupoint. As soon as the true energy approached the death acupoint, Li Mochou felt her thoughts become muddled and she became drowsy.

To break through the Zigong acupoint, Li Mochou gritted her teeth, biting her lip to clear her mind; she didn't want to die like this.

In controlling the flow of true energy, Li Mochou dared not be too hasty, only able to force the true energy little by little. If it flowed too much or too fast, it might completely touch the death acupoint, and she would die instantly. It took Li Mochou

a quarter of an hour to barely get the true energy through the death acupoint. At this moment, her mouth was covered in blood, not just from her broken lips, but mostly from vomiting due to internal injuries.

Li Mochou took a deep breath, channeling her inner energy, and with a painful whimper, her sealed Zigong acupoint was released.

With a "whoosh," the blood that had been accumulating in her throat gushed out, splattering all over the ground and landing on her full breasts, adding a touch of tragic beauty.

She lowered her head, licking her lips and spitting out several mouthfuls of saliva before the taste of blood in her mouth subsided.

Freed, Li Mochou spread her legs and, with a slight effort, the wine gourd still stuffed into her honey hole was squeezed out, falling to the ground with a "plop." Because her honey hole had been plugged with the pointed spout for so long, it couldn't close for a while, and her vaginal fluids continued to flow out, running down the inside of Li Mochou's thighs.

Moonlight shone on Li Mochou's lower body. Due to the combined effects of vaginal fluid and honey water, her full vulva appeared glistening, and the concave crevice of her flesh was exceptionally mysterious. No one could have imagined that Yang Zhuihui would refuse to penetrate her, instead allowing a lifeless gourd to take advantage.

After resting for a while, Li Mochou's chaotic breathing recovered somewhat, and the tightness in her chest eased considerably, though her internal energy was not fully restored.

Looking at Yang Zhuihui, Li Mochou trembled with rage. She gritted her teeth and channeled her energy, shattering the Taoist robe binding her wrists, which fell to the ground in fragments.

At the same time, Li Mochou aimed at Yang Zhuihui's neck and hurled the Ice Soul Silver Needle.

Li Mochou thought Yang Zhuihui would definitely be hit this time, but the Ice Soul Silver Needle was blocked by the protective halo suddenly unfurled by the Three-Headed Phoenix and fell to the ground.

Simultaneously, Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes, coldly staring at Li Mochou.

Li Mochou hurriedly pulled up her underpants, disregarding her naked upper body, and turned to run away.

Seeing Li Mochou's disheveled appearance, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "I never thought that the Red Serpent Fairy would also have a day of running around naked. If I had known, I should have torn her underpants too, then there would definitely have been a good show!"

The Three-Headed Phoenix was very confused when it saw that Yang Zhuihui had no intention of giving chase. All six of its eyes stared at him blankly. Then it nudged Yang Zhuihui's chest with its head, as if urging him to give chase quickly.

“Li Mochou broke through her acupoints with her true energy, so she must be suffering from severe internal injuries. She definitely won't be able to participate in the battle at dawn, so let's leave her for now.”

Yang Zhuihui stroked the three-headed phoenix's head, squinting and smiling, “Silly bird, you're the best. You always help me when I'm in danger. If you were a woman, I would definitely marry you.”

(Master, I am actually a woman!)

The three-headed phoenix cried out, flapping its golden wings, wishing it could immediately transform into human form and marry Yang Zhuihui. But it remembered its mother's dying wish very clearly; it had to protect Yang Zhuihui in the form of a three-headed phoenix until it died of old age.

“Shh!”

Yang Zhuihui made a shushing gesture, saying, “I want to sleep a little longer. Don't be too loud, or we'll alert the Tatar soldiers.”

Looking in the direction Li Mochou had fled, Yang Zhuihui frowned, “It'll probably be quite lively here later, so let's find another place to sleep.”

Yang Zhuihui picked up the wine gourd, turned it upside down, and Li Mochou's vaginal fluid slowly flowed out, quite a lot of it.

"What a scoundrel!"

Yang Zhuihui tossed aside his wine gourd, climbed onto the back of the Three-Headed Phoenix, and said, "Let's go to the top of that mountain over there. I can sleep for a while! I need to conserve my energy for the bloody battle at dawn."

The Three-Headed Phoenix immediately carried Yang Zhuihui to the top of a small mountain, only about thirty feet high. This way, Yang Zhuihui could monitor the Tatar camp while leisurely playing chess with the Duke of Zhou in his sleep.

Looking at the Tatar camp, and seeing that Li Mochou hadn't brought any troops to arrest him, Yang Zhuihui, feeling a little bored, leaned against the back of the Three-Headed Phoenix and fell asleep.

A while later, the Three-Headed Phoenix emitted a dazzling golden light. After it faded, a small girl with huge breasts, her private parts covered by golden feathers, appeared there. She stretched out her snow-white arms and embraced Yang Zhuihui, her expression satisfied, with a faint smile. Its body occasionally emitted a faint glow.

Yang Zhuihui awoke again; dawn was breaking.

He got up, stretched, and turned to look at the three-headed phoenix, which had reverted to its silly bird form. Seeing it lying there seemingly asleep, Yang Zhuihui didn't want to wake it. So he walked alone to the foot of the mountain, put on a face mask, and, dressed in night clothes, disappeared into the hazy darkness.

Slipping near the military camp, Yang Zhuihui crept along the grass to the outer edge of the cannon area, crawling into the ten-foot-high weeds. He used the hilt of his sword to push aside the dense weeds, and after a few steps, he saw the rows of cannons and smelled the stench of urine.

Perhaps they were too tired; the Tatar soldiers guarding the cannons were all sleeping against the gun mounts, with only three or four Tatar soldiers on duty still patrolling the area.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Zhuihui slipped away to a cannon. Ignoring the Tatar soldier still dozing, he stuck his sword hilt into the muzzle, poked around several times, and then, confirming the gunpowder was still damp, breathed a sigh of relief.

He bent down and randomly inspected ten cannons; the gunpowder inside was all damp, making it impossible for the fuse to ignite them. Only then was Yang Zhuihui reassured. It seemed Xin Ai was completely unaware that the cannons had been tampered with, still treating them as secret weapons. A

smirk played on Yang Zhuihui's lips as he darted into the bushes like a wildcat, rolling out on the other side.

"An interesting war is about to begin, but I have other matters to attend to."

Returning to the Three-Headed Phoenix, Yang Zhuihui gazed at the Dushi City shrouded in mist, occasionally keeping an eye on the Tatar camp to avoid disrupting his plans.

As the sun rose, Yang Zhuihui heard the sound of war drums coming from the southwest, mixed with the neighing of warhorses and the loud shouts of Ming soldiers.

At the same time, horns sounded in the Tatar camp, and cannons were being rolled out. Tatar soldiers pulled the cannons to the Longxiao Pass, and after receiving permission, they pushed them out, lining them up neatly. The Tatar soldiers responsible for loading cannonballs adjusted the height and angle of the aiming guns after loading them into the muzzles, trying to kill as many Ming soldiers as possible; while the Tatar soldiers responsible for lighting the fuses, carrying torches, had already orderly left Longxiao Pass and were waiting in front of each cannon.

A while later, Xin Ai, Li Mochou, and Alec, dressed in golden armor, appeared at the Longxiao Pass. Xin Ai climbed onto a high platform and was observing the distant movements with a telescope, seemingly very confident that he could defend Longxiao Pass.

Through the telescope, Xin Ai could see Guo Jing riding his warhorse at the forefront, followed by several generals and Yang Zhuihui's confidante.

Xin Ai smiled and said, "Guardian, it seems they've gone mad, launching an attack before us. The Poison Fire Cannons will make them suffer a terrible death!"

"The prince is absolutely right,"

Alec nodded.

Li Mochou, suffering from internal injuries, wanted to rest in the camp, but she couldn't let Xin Ai know she was injured, so she could only endure it. However, with so many Poison Fire Cannons, she didn't believe Yang Zhuihui would dare to act recklessly!

But everything was under Yang Zhuihui's control; the Poison Fire Cannons they relied on had already been tampered with by him.

Yang Zhuihui, positioned between the two armies, quietly observed their movements and estimated the approximate time and location when the Ming army would enter the cannon's firing range. He then removed his face mask, turned, and mounted the three-headed phoenix, stroking its three heads. "Silly bird," he said, "as long as we take care of those ten cannons at the pass, everything will be fine, understand?"

The three-headed phoenix nodded vigorously, its claws digging at the ground, eager to pounce. (

Chapter 198, May 26th, War-Torn Lands)

"San Niang, Fu'er, Xiao Longnv, Shi Le, and Sha Ye, this combination is truly powerful!"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"I see so many cannons!" Shi Le, with

her excellent eyesight, exclaimed.

"You have to trust Young Master Yang!"

Wu San Niang, riding a warhorse alongside Fu'er, shouted.

"We'll all become cannon fodder!"

Shi Le said angrily.

Despite her complaints, she still vigorously cracked her whip, her other hand gripping the Bloodthirsty Sword tied to her waist, ready to feed it with the blood of the Tatar soldiers at any moment. Her enormous breasts, tightly wrapped in embroidered silk robes, swayed wildly with the galloping warhorse, almost breaking the straps of her bra.

As soon as the Ming army entered the cannon's range, Xin Ai immediately made the attack signal, and the Tatar soldiers hurriedly lit the fuses.

"Let's go!"

Yang Zhuihui patted the Three-Headed Phoenix on the shoulder, and the Three-Headed Phoenix cried out, charging towards the Longxiao Pass.

Xin Ai, who hadn't yet noticed the Three-Headed Phoenix, only wanted to enjoy the carnage of the Ming army flowing like rivers of blood, but the scene before him left him completely dumbfounded—the fuses of the 110 cannons were indeed lit, and the fire did indeed penetrate the muzzle, but there was no sound of cannon fire, only a farting sound, and then the cannonballs were squeezed out of the muzzle and fell directly to the ground.

Lacking sufficient thrust, the cannonballs failed to explode, and partially evaporated gunpowder, mixed with the stench of urine, continuously gushed from the muzzles.

"What's going on?"

Xin Ai, nearly vomiting, hurriedly covered his nose. The severe damage to his sense of smell was a minor matter; the main issue was that if these cannons couldn't fire, they couldn't strike the Ming army, and the Ming army was approaching at an extremely rapid pace. The Tatar soldiers, who had thought the cannons would stabilize the situation, were all dumbfounded.

The gunner closest to the high platform shouted, "Prince, didn't you order us to urinate in there last night? Saying it was a test."

"Test? Bullshit!"

Xin Ai, who usually maintained a great general's demeanor, completely lost his composure and roared, "Attack! Attack! Damn it, you all attack!"

Xin Ai was about to order the gunners to push the ten cannons that could bring hope out of the pass, but Yang Zhuihui's three-headed phoenix had already flown into the pass before him. With a low cry, the Tatar soldiers who were about to load the cannonballs into the muzzles were terrified and urinated in panic.

Before the three-headed phoenix even landed, Yang Zhuihui, having drawn his dragon-carved sword, leaped to the ground.

With a swift stroke, the throats of three Tatar soldiers nearby were slit, and they fell dead. A Tatar soldier on the left raised his spear to stab Yang Zhuihui, but the three-headed phoenix, having just landed, flapped its golden wings, sending the Tatar soldier flying out of the pass and crashing into a cannon.

"You two, go and kill Yang Guo!"

Xin Ai roared, her face ashen with rage.

Alec and Li Mochou, obeying the order, jumped down from the platform and rushed into Longxiao Pass.

"Give me your life!"

Alec roared, charging towards Yang Zhuihui, swinging his Nine Heavens Golden Pestle, striking Yang Zhuihui in the chest.

The three-headed phoenix hurriedly activated its protective aura.

The Nine Heavens Golden Pestle struck the protective halo, denting it. But this was ultimately mortal strength; Alec could never break the protective halo of the Three-Headed Phoenix. So, when his strength was exhausted, the halo's elasticity propelled him dozens of steps away, causing blood to trickle from his mouth.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Li Mochou fled to the right, intending to escape this dangerous place.

"Silly bird, thank you. But I've always admired Alec, so don't get involved in this battle. Go do what you're supposed to do."

Having the Three-Headed Phoenix release its protective aura, Yang Zhuihui looked directly at Alec and said, "I challenge your Nine Heavens Golden Pestle with this sword. Whoever loses will perish at Dragon Roar Pass!"

Alec wiped the blood from his mouth, nodded, gripped the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle tightly, and slammed it into the ground, saying, "I, Alec, entrusted by the Great Khan, swear to protect Prince Xin'ai to the death! Bring it on!"

Yang Zhuihui, holding the dragon-carved sword that was beginning to emit a chilling aura, smiled faintly and said, "Among so many men, I've always felt that you, Alec, are the real man. But you're too foolish, protecting someone who isn't even worth protecting."

"Shut up!"

Provoked, Alec leaped high, gripping the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle with both hands, and slammed it down at Yang Zhuihui.

"This is blind loyalty!"

With a sidestep, Yang Zhuihui dodged the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle and thrust his sword towards Alec's back.

Although Alec was tall, his reactions weren't as slow as Yang Zhuihui had imagined. The moment the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle landed, he had already bent over, and the Dragon-Carved Sword grazed just past his back without harming him.

Still bent over, Alec swung the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle, sweeping it towards Yang Zhuihui's legs.

Yang Zhuihui leaped up hastily, gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands and thrusting it upwards at Alec like a tiger descending a mountain.

"Take this!"

Alec raised the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle horizontally.

Clang!

The Dragon-Carved Sword struck the center of the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle. Yang Zhuihui used the momentum to slash to the right, forcing Alec to release one hand, but he still controlled the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle with one, the massive head striking towards Yang Zhuihui's chest.

Unable to dodge in time, Yang Zhuihui was struck by the golden pestle, letting out a muffled groan as he was thrown back, landing heavily on the ground. He immediately felt a churning sensation inside his body, as if his internal organs had shifted.

The Three-Headed Phoenix, guarding the ten cannons, wanted to rescue Yang Zhuihui, but seeing that he still wore a smile, it abandoned the idea.

Yang Zhuihui, having stood up, spat several times and said, "Luckily, it was only one hand. If I had used both hands at the same time, I'd probably be dead already."

"I'll kill you now!"

Alec swung the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle and attacked Yang Zhuihui again.

Facing the onslaught of Alec's power, Yang Zhuihui could only unleash his ultimate technique.

"One grip on the sword, and frost and snow will form!"

With a roar from Yang Zhuihui, the Dragon-Carved Sword, already infused with his true energy, was thrust forward. The rapidly spinning sword tip pierced the chisel mark in the center of the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle's head.

Clang, clang, clang…

Alec could no longer afford to attack Yang Zhuihui. He gripped the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle tightly with both hands, not daring to loosen his grip even slightly, because the powerful thrust from the Frost and Snow Flying Sword was beyond his wildest imagination. Just then, Yang Zhuihui leaped up and struck him in the chest with a palm strike.

Alec raised his palm to meet Yang Zhuihui's, and their hands collided. Alec's sleeve instantly ripped open, revealing his strong arm. The immense impact of the Heaven-Shattering Strike severed all the meridians in his arm, traveling along his arm to his chest, injuring his internal organs.

*Pfft!

* Alec vomited blood, completely losing control of the Nine Heavens Golden Pestle. The Pestle fell to the ground with a thud, and the still-force-on-the-Dragon Carved Sword pierced towards his chest.

Thinking he was doomed, Alec simply closed his eyes. The sword missed him. Opening his eyes, he saw Yang Zhuihui holding the Dragon Carved Sword, its tip pointed at Alec's chest.

Yang Zhuihui said, "Alec, are you willing to follow me? I will never mistreat you!"

"I, Alec, will never do anything to betray the Tatars. Kill me or torture me, it's up to you!"

Yang Zhuihui looked at the pass and saw that the Tatar soldiers had been almost killed, and Xin Ai had been tied up by Guo Jing. He said, "Xin Ai has been captured. There's no need for you to persist any longer. The world belongs to the Ming Dynasty, not the Tatars, understand?"

Seeing that Xin Ai had really been captured, Alec's eyes were bloodshot. He used his still-functioning left hand to grasp the blade of the Carved Dragon Sword, and leaned forward. The Carved Dragon Sword pierced his chest.

"Ugh..."

Seeing this, Yang Zhuihui tried to pull back the Carved Dragon Sword, but Alec held on tightly.

Alec smiled at Yang Zhuihui and said, "If even the Protector cannot protect his master, he shouldn't be spared!" After saying that, Alec took another step forward, and the Carved Dragon Sword pierced through his body, killing him instantly.

Alec slowly closed his eyes, his massive body falling backward and crashing heavily to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

"What a pity,"

Yang Zhuihui sighed softly, sheathing his dragon-carved sword.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Tatar camp completely collapsed. Their commander, Xin Ai, was captured; over four thousand enemies were killed, more than three hundred were taken prisoner, and some escaped. The team led by Song Xiangyu and Ge Liu began searching the surrounding woods for any remaining Tatars, determined to find them all, unless they had escaped back into Tatar territory!

"Husband!"

Guo Fu, unharmed, ran to Yang Zhuihui, hugging him tightly and saying affectionately, "Fu'er missed you so much!"

"Me too. You were very brave today!"

Yang Zhuihui praised.

"Hmph! If you hadn't damaged those cannons, I was planning to use Dragon's Roar on them!"

"That won't do. If you unleash Lion's Roar, wouldn't your own people suffer too?"

"It really stinks here."

Shi Le covered her nose and said, "Did they all lose control of their bladders?"

"Absolutely."

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly said. He didn't want his woman to know about his dishonorable methods last night. Then, his eyes swept around, but Yang Zhuihui didn't see Xiaolongnu.

"Where's Senior Sister Xiaolongnu?"

Yang Zhuihui asked anxiously.

Guo Fu, a little jealous, puffed out her cheeks and pointed to her right, saying, "She said she saw her senior sister, so she ran to find her."

"Oh no, I have to go save her!"

Yang Zhuihui turned around and hurriedly chased after Li Mochou in the direction she had fled.

"Really! A wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen one!" Guo Fu was so angry at Yang Zhuihui's actions that she almost cried, stomping her feet on the ground. Shi Le, on the other hand, looked indifferent and kept complaining about the stench of urine everywhere.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu was confronting Li Mochou in a bamboo forest. Li Mochou, suffering from internal injuries, was no match for Xiaolongnu, so she only challenged her but dared not actually fight, intending to put up a final stand.

"Senior Sister, these past two years you've caused chaos and killed countless people. Master ordered me to clean up the mess for the Ancient Tomb, but we are still fellow disciples, and I don't want to kill you. Come back to the Ancient Tomb with me and kowtow to Master to confess your sins. I believe Master will remember our past kindness and spare your life,"

Xiaolongnu said.

"Junior Sister, I know Master's temper. She's far more ruthless than I am. If I go back, she will definitely kill me. I'd rather die here than be humiliated by her!"

"If Senior Sister persists, don't blame me for hurting someone!"

"If you truly care about our fellow disciples, you should let me go!"

"I cannot let you harm innocent people any longer, so you must come back to the Ancient Tomb with me to confess your sins to Master."

Xiaolongnu pulled out a soft veil, and with a flick of her jade arm, the seemingly lifelike veil flew towards Li Mochou at incredible speed.

"You underestimate me!"

Li Mochou bent back, her five fingers instinctively grabbing the soft gauze and spinning it a few times until it wrapped around her body. She had already unleashed the Ice Soul Silver Needle.

"Senior Sister Little Dragon Girl!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted from over a hundred paces away.

"You wicked disciple, stop hurting people!"

A sharp, delicate shout came from above, and a middle-aged beauty in a light green dress descended from the sky, her jade-white longsword already in her hand, thrusting towards Little Dragon Girl with incredible speed.

Chapter 199, The Beautiful Woman Lin Chaoying . The jade-white longsword

pierced the ground less than half an inch from Little Dragon Girl's nose, blocking the Ice Soul Silver Needle.

"Master!"

Little Dragon Girl and Li Mochou said in unison.

Wearing a plain brocade palace robe, with a light blue gauze draped over it, the gauze fluttering in the breeze, she exuded an ethereal aura. Her black hair was styled into a simple Azure Heaven bun, adorned with an elegant plum blossom hairpin. Her shoulders were like those of a sculpted figure, her waist slender and graceful, her eyebrows like emerald feathers, and her skin like white snow.

Yang Zhuihui stared at the beautiful woman who had landed and drawn her jade-white sword, his mouth nearly watering. He simply couldn't believe that this celestial beauty was Yang Guo's master; she was breathtakingly gorgeous!

Swallowing hard, Yang Zhuihui quickly clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Disciple greets Master!"

Looking at the icy Lin Chaoying, Li Mochou's legs trembled. She knelt on the ground with a thud, stammering, "Master... Master..."

"Back then, you were naturally belligerent, which is why I expelled you from the sect and sent you to follow Abbess Ziyun to become a nun. I never expected you to kill Abbess Ziyun and then call yourself the Red Serpent Fairy, constantly stirring up bloodshed in the martial world."

Lin Chaoying pointed her sword at Li Mochou and said coldly, "Although I expelled you from the sect, your martial arts still come from the Ancient Tomb. Today, I will cripple all your martial arts and confine you to the Ancient Tomb, forcing you to reflect on your mistakes for the rest of your life!"

"No...no...Master, you can't treat your disciple like this..."

Li Mochou cried out, her face ashen with fear. "If I'm guilty, what about Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu? They committed adultery, and Yang Guo insulted me yesterday, defiling my body!"

Yang Zhuihui, who had intended to speak up for Li Mochou, was now desperate and biting mad. He said, "Master, you know about my affair with Senior Sister Xiaolongnu. We've never done anything improper. Besides, Senior Sister Mochou's skill is higher than mine, and she has the Ice Soul Silver Needles. No matter how you look at it, Guo'er has no chance against Senior Sister Mochou. As for insults, it's more likely that Guo'er was insulted by Senior Sister Mochou."

"Yang Guo!"

"Stop arguing."

Lin Chaoying walked gracefully towards Li Mochou and said, "Turn around and kneel down."

"Master!"

Li Mochou hurriedly grabbed Lin Chaoying's legs and cried out, "Mochou is willing to go back to the Ancient Tomb with Master, but Master, please don't cripple Mochou's martial arts."

"Master's mind is made up!"

Lin Chaoying flashed behind Li Mochou, raising her index finger and tapping it several times on Li Mochou's back.

"Ah!"

Li Mochou screamed, collapsing to the ground, all strength drained from her body, blood trickling from her mouth. She clenched her fists, choking back sobs, "Lin Chaoying, you've crippled my martial arts today! If you don't kill me, one day I, Li Mochou, will take my revenge!"

"Senior Sister is still stubborn,"

Xiaolongnu sighed softly.

"Master is here, what do we do?"

Yang Zhuihui whispered.

"Wait for Master's decision."

Lin Chaoying bent down, grabbed Li Mochou's wrist, pressed her sword against her arm, and slashed!

"Ah!"

Lin Chaoying, her skirt stained with blood, severed the tendons in Li Mochou's hands and sealed her meridians to prevent her from bleeding to death.

Seeing this, Yang Zhuihui broke out in a cold sweat, completely unaware of Lin Chaoying's ruthless methods, methods utterly incongruous with her celestial beauty.

"I'll cripple your martial arts and the tendons in your hands. Even if you can fly, you can't do anything to me. Obediently come back to the Ancient Tomb with me!"

Lin Chaoying sheathed her sword.

Li Mochou struggled to her feet, her arms still bleeding. Head bowed, she trembled as she said, "I...I understand."

She was clearly stunned by Lin Chaoying's extreme methods.

Lin Chaoying looked at Xiaolongnu and Yang Zhuihui and said, "Long'er, you come back to the Ancient Tomb with us. Yang Guo, our Ancient Tomb Sect has never interfered in the affairs of the martial world, much less the affairs of the imperial court. Now that you've been involved in both, I can't take you back to the Ancient Tomb. You'd better take care of yourself!"

"Master, I want to be with Senior Sister Xiaolongnu!"

Yang Zhuihui suddenly grabbed Xiaolongnu's hand.

"Guo'er..."

Xiaolongnu tried to break free, but froze, her cheeks flushing red.

Lin Chaoying's expression remained icy as she said, "The seven emotions and six desires have always been the greatest taboo in the Ancient Tomb. I took you in out of kindness, but you fell in love with Long'er. I absolutely cannot tolerate this. Now you want to be with her. Do you think I would agree?"

Fearing that Yang Zhuihui would be hurt, Xiaolongnu immediately shook off his hand and hurriedly went to Lin Chaoying, saying, "I have never had any feelings for Zhuihui. Please, Master, judge for me. I will return to the Ancient Tomb with you now."

"Very well."

"Master, I want to be with Long'er!"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly ran over.

"Yang Guo, if you take another step, I'll kill myself!"

Xiaolongnu suddenly grabbed the sword from Lin Chaoying's hand and held it to her neck, saying, "Go, go back to where you belong. The Ancient Tomb doesn't belong to you, and neither do I!"

Yang Zhuihui knew Xiaolongnu was afraid he would be hurt, so he said, "Master, I make a promise to you here. One day I will return to the Ancient Tomb and duel with you. If I win, I beg you to let me be with Senior Sister Long'er."

"And if you lose?"

"Guo'er, don't be foolish!"

"If I lose, Guo'er is willing to sever his own meridians and serve Master in the Ancient Tomb for the rest of his life!"

Yang Zhuihui clasped his hands in a fist and said.

"Alright, Master agrees. Let's go!"

Watching their departing figures, Yang Zhuihui lingered, reluctant to look away, until they disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest before turning around and walking back.

Yang Zhuihui had intended to challenge Lin Chaoying to a duel just now, but the situation at Shangqing Palace was still unresolved. Even if he won against Lin Chaoying, it would be dangerous to have Xiaolongnu by his side. It was better to let her return to the Ancient Tomb first, at least that was the safest place.

Having made his decision, Yang Zhuihui returned along the same route.

Back at Longxiao Pass, the Ming army was still cleaning up the battlefield, and their biggest complaint was the stench of urine in the air.

Yang Zhuihui returned to the beauties, teasing Shi Le for a while, which made Guo Fu extremely jealous. Fortunately, her godmother Wu Sanniang was there to calm her down; otherwise, Yang Zhuihui worried that Guo Fu might unleash her Lion's Roar in front of everyone, and not only Yang Zhuihui would be in trouble, but everyone present would probably have their eardrums ruptured.

Seeing that Xin Ai had already been loaded into a prison cart and transported to Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui and the four beauties of unparalleled grace also rode back to Dushi City on their steeds. A three-headed phoenix circled above them, its golden wings appearing exceptionally sacred in the morning sun, golden rays occasionally shimmering upon them.

Back in Dushi City, Guo Jing drafted a letter and sent it by carrier pigeon to the capital, reporting the war to Jiajing. He naturally mentioned Yang Zhuihui most frequently, attributing the greatest credit for the victory to him.

Yang Zhuihui had expected that the corrupt emperor Jiajing would be eager to summon him to the capital again, but there was no movement whatsoever; he only sent men to escort Xin Ai to the capital. With the son of the Tatar Khan as their trump card, the Tatars would surely not dare to invade the Ming Dynasty again!

Moreover, three days after the complete victory in the defense of Dushi City, the Dalai Taiji, controlled by the snake poison, also led his army to Longxiao Pass. Having just suffered a major blow, Yang Zhuihui instructed the Dalai Lama to lead an army to attack the Tatars under the pretext of reclaiming territory.

The Tatar rulers were of the Dalai Lama clan, so the Dalai Lama's attack was therefore justified. Moreover, Altan Khan's rule over the Tatars had been a constant source of trouble for the Ming Dynasty. While there had been some gains, the wars had resulted in families being torn apart and the treasury being empty. The biggest victims were naturally the ordinary people living in the Tatar regions. Therefore, from the very first day of the Dalai Lama's attack, some of the Tatar people defected and joined the counter-offensive. Among them were Tatar soldiers whom Yang Zhuihui had released during the defense of Datong Prefecture. They firmly believed that Yang Zhuihui was a god descended from heaven and that only by entrusting the Tatars to the Dalai Lama, who had a relationship with Yang Zhuihui, could the country be peaceful and prosperous.

Thus, the Dalai Lama's counter-offensive proceeded smoothly. While they had to consider details such as the long distance and the difficulty of supplying provisions, the enthusiastic Tatar residents completely eliminated these concerns.

In just ten days of counter-offensive, the Dalai Lama has successfully recovered more than half of the territory!

At the same time, reinforcements from the three major Jurchen tribes have also arrived in Dushi City.

According to Guo Jing, the Jurchen reinforcements were no longer of any use, and he wanted to ask them to return home. However, since they had traveled a long way and were returning empty-handed, the Jurchens would never want to be fooled. Therefore, at Huang Rong's instruction, Yang Zhuihui went alone to the Jurchen reinforcements' encampment, which was about two miles away.

Before he even reached their encampment, Yang Zhuihui saw Ruan Feifeng wearing a tiger-shaped mask, her skirt billowing in the strong wind, revealing her fair legs.

Reaching Ruan Feifeng, Yang Zhuihui pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair, and asked, "Feng'er, did you miss me?"

"Don't do this, someone will see us,"

Ruan Feifeng quickly pushed Yang Zhuihui away.

"Tsk tsk, now you won't let me touch you?"

"That's not what I meant. I'm just afraid of being seen, especially since my clansmen are behind me. If they misunderstand and think Young Master Yang is going to do something indecent to me, your body will be filled with poisonous Gu!"

"I understand. I won't touch you now, but you'll have to serve me well tonight!"

"I...I understand."

The shy Ruan Feifeng immediately lowered her head.

It's been more than ten days since they defeated Xin Ai's Tatar army. During these ten days, Yang Zhuihui has naturally been intimate with many beautiful women. Wu Sanniang, Guo Fu, Shi Le, Xiao Yue, and Ji Hanxiang have all been made to moan with lust by Yang Zhuihui, but he still can't cultivate the sixth form of the Lustful Dragon. It's not easy to have intercourse with five people at the same time and obtain their Yin essence.

Now that Ruan Feifeng has returned to Yang Zhuihui's side, he is naturally overjoyed. At least the possibility of cultivating the sixth form has increased.

After exchanging sweet words with Ruan Feifeng for a while, Yang Zhuihui got down to business, and the two walked side by side toward their encampment.

He summoned the commanders of the Jianzhou and Haixi Jurchen operations and began discussing important matters with them. Ruan Feifeng participated in the meeting in her dual capacity as the commander and translator for the Wild Jurchen operations. The

Jianzhou Jurchen commander wasn't very familiar with Yang Zhuihui, but he had already learned from the Haixi Jurchens that Yang Zhuihui had single-handedly subdued a sea monster. He greatly admired him and regarded him as a god. Therefore, they almost universally agreed to everything Yang Zhuihui said, completely agreeing with all his suggestions.

First, Yang Zhuihui requested that the three tribes engage in simple trade, each getting what they needed; second, he requested that they intermarry to increase the possibility of the three Jurchen tribes merging into one; third, he requested that they regularly pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty.

When Yang Zhuihui raised the third point, the commanders of the Jianzhou and Haixi Jurchen operations had no objections, but Ruan Feifeng immediately objected.

"Young Master Yang, although I am a Ming citizen, I must speak up for them. The existence of the Ming Dynasty has nothing to do with the Jurchen people. We came all this way to rescue you, Young Master Yang, yet you demand annual tribute from us. What is the meaning of this?"

Chapter 200, Huang Rong's Journey

. "Feifeng, you misunderstand me."

Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "Jiajing was a foolish emperor, obsessed with alchemy, and had a treacherous minister like Yan Song by his side. If the three Jurchen people successfully merged into one, they might pose a threat to the Ming Dynasty. In that case, a great war would break out, and someone would have to sacrifice themselves. So, we must pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty first, and then the Ming Dynasty will not touch you. Do you understand?"

After hearing Yang Zhuihui's explanation, Ruan Feifeng nodded and said, "I didn't expect Young Master Yang to be such a good person, even thinking of us."

"Of course, hehe."

Yang Zhuihui, of course, did not know that his momentary good intentions had led to a change of dynasty. In Chinese history, the Ming Dynasty was followed by the Qing Dynasty, whose predecessor was the Later Jin, which was founded by the Jurchen people. Therefore, Yang Zhuihui's three orders directly promoted the integration of the three Jurchen tribes and laid the foundation for Nurhaci's later establishment of the Later Jin regime.

He asked Ruan Feifeng to explain the third point to them, and they chatted casually for a while. Since Ruan Feifeng had to translate every sentence, which was inconvenient, Yang Zhuihui decided to end the meeting early. He needed to return to Dushi City, otherwise the beautiful women would be waiting impatiently.

Yang Zhuihui seemed to remember promising Ji Hanxiang something yesterday, but couldn't recall it at the moment. Last night, they had been so intimate that all he could hear were her moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding; he had completely forgotten her fragmented words.

To make them feel that their trip was worthwhile, Yang Zhuihui decided to discuss with Guo Jing and Huang Rong transporting some supplies from Dushi City or surrounding cities to their encampment. This would both demonstrate the Ming Dynasty's sincerity and give them something to report back to. If they go back and say they went to Dushi City and did nothing, as if they'd been tricked, the leaders of Jianzhou and Haixi Jurchen might go crazy and launch an attack on the Ming Dynasty. Yang Zhuihui had to eliminate all dangers!

Walking with Ruan Feifeng back to Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui hummed a cheerful tune, while Ruan Feifeng quietly followed beside him.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Dushi City was in full view. At this moment, Ruan Feifeng asked, "Young Master Yang, if they want to go back, what about me?"

"Of course you'll stay by my side. Besides, I'm going to marry Qing'er. How can you, my mother-in-law, go back?"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile. Seeing that no one was around, he put his arm around Ruan Feifeng's waist and said, "I know you're reluctant to part with me too."

"But I am the Witch King and the Witch Doctor. The survival of my people is closely related to me. If I don't go back, what will happen to them?"

Ruan Feifeng said anxiously.

Yang Zhuihui suppressed his smile, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Feng'er, let me put it this way! No matter what kind of tribal leader, they will all die one day. They also feel that their people cannot live without them, but the truth is not like that at all. As long as a new witch king is chosen, they will definitely be able to live well, and the bloodline of the Jurchen will continue. So you must stay by my side, understand?" "

This servant understands what Young Master Yang means. Let this servant think about it some more, okay?"

"Hmm."

Yang Zhuihui looked thoughtfully at the gray sky and said, "Since defeating the Tatars, my life has been much more peaceful, but I feel that I can't have this peace. Shangqing Palace will definitely not let me go. I always feel like something is going to happen."

"Young Master Yang is overthinking things, isn't he?"

"I also hope that I am overthinking things."

Yang Zhuihui suddenly turned his head and kissed Ruan Feifeng, saying, "You stay in Dushi City tonight, don't go back. We need to have a good talk."

Ruan Feifeng's face, hidden under her mask, turned red with embarrassment, and she murmured, "Talk... talk about what?"

"Communicate in language."

Yang Zhuihui said.

"Is that all?"

Ruan Feifeng seemed somewhat disappointed.

Yang Zhuihui chuckled wickedly, "The great Jurchen witch king, do you want to have some kind of physical communication with a nobody like me, like spreading your legs, parting that lovely flower, and then inserting my rod?"

"You're so mean!"

Ruan Feifeng pushed Yang Zhuihui's hand away and ran forward in small steps, so ashamed she almost wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

"You'll know how good I am tonight, you'll love me to death."

Yang Zhuihui caught up and picked Ruan Feifeng up in his arms.

"Young Master Yang, put me down, please put me down, it won't be good if someone sees us, hurry up..."

No matter how Ruan Feifeng struggled or threatened, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't put her down, and quickened his pace towards the nearby Dushi City.

As they approached Dushi City, Ruan Feifeng, still lying in Yang Zhuihui's arms, dared not struggle or speak. Fortunately, she had a mask covering her face, otherwise she would have been completely at a loss.

Upon entering the city, Yang Zhuihui put her down and loudly said, "Your Majesty, your right leg is injured; please be careful when you walk."

The guards were initially suspicious, but after hearing Yang Zhuihui's words, they understood why he had carried the Majesty into the city, so they stopped overthinking. However, to avoid giving herself away, Ruan Feifeng had to pretend to be lame, walking with a limp, while Yang Zhuihui grinned mischievously.

"If you laugh again, I'll feed you snake venom tonight and eat your brain clean!"

Ruan Feifeng threatened in a low voice.

Yang Zhuihui coughed twice and quickly helped Ruan Feifeng, saying, "Your Majesty, you are old and your leg is lame; please be careful when you walk. Let this junior help you." Hearing this, Ruan Feifeng was both amused and exasperated, and could only let him support her. At this moment, the chief eunuch Liu Guancai was walking out of the general's mansion. As soon as he saw Yang Zhuihui, he smiled and squinted as

he approached . Upon seeing this dead eunuch, Yang Zhuihui knew something bad was about to happen, but basic politeness was still necessary, so Elang responded with a smile. "It's been a long time since I've seen you, General Huaiyuan has become even more of a general!" Liu Guancai said with a smile, making a delicate gesture with his fingers, walking with a more flamboyant and swaying gait than a prostitute. "You're too kind, sir. You've come from afar; surely you have important business to attend to?" "Oh, it's naturally about the Great General." Liu Guancai drew an arc in front of him with his index finger and said in a coquettish voice, "The Great General not only defended Datong Prefecture, but also rushed to the besieged Dushi City with lightning speed, and single-handedly outwitted Longxiao Pass, not only crippling their cannons but also capturing the enemy prince. Let's see if they dare to be so presumptuous again!" Yang Zhuihui didn't remember doing so many things. What he remembered most clearly was making the Tatar soldiers urinate into the muzzle of the cannons. However, since Liu Guancai said so, Yang Zhuihui naturally accepted it without hesitation. He cupped his hands and said, "I am a citizen of the Great Ming Dynasty, and it is only right that I protect the country and its people. You flatter me, sir." "Hehe, Great General, there's no need to be so modest." Liu Guancai blinked and said, "My purpose in coming here is to issue an imperial edict. General Xu has already received it for you. Great General, please read it carefully when you get back." "An imperial edict?" Upon hearing these two words, Yang Zhuihui felt an impending doom. He bid farewell to Liu Guancai and walked back to the General's Mansion with Ruan Feifeng. Reaching the main hall, Guo Jing and Huang Rong were talking. Seeing Yang Zhuihui, Guo Jing rushed over, slapping him heavily on the shoulders, saying, "This is going to be difficult!" "Father-in-law, why are you in such a hurry?" Yang Zhuihui asked hastily. "Guo'er, see for yourself." Huang Rong had already handed the imperial edict to Yang Zhuihui. Opening the edict, Yang Zhuihui's face changed drastically. He exclaimed, "Has this dog of an emperor gone mad? Why is he making me wade into every muddy water? Isn't this going to kill me?" "Yunnan, the land of colorful clouds, has a beautiful name, but the ethnic groups there are very mixed. There are more than 20 ethnic minorities, including Yi, Bai, Zhuang, Miao, and Hui. Moreover, the terrain is varied, with stone forests, Yuanmou earth forests, colorful sand forests, Jiulong River waterfalls, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Tiger Leaping Gorge, Jiuxiang Cave, Alugu Cave, and hot springs. If you are not careful, you may die far from home." Huang Rong's face was filled with worry, her brows furrowed. " These are all fine, the key is the Divine Python Sect. That dog of an emperor is absolutely insane, how could he order me to Yunnan to eradicate the Divine Python Sect..." Yang Zhuihui almost wanted to kill himself. If he told Huang Rong that he had raped Liuli Qiandai, a highly respected member of the Divine Python Sect, and kidnapped the sect leader's daughter, Yuechan, he really didn't know how she would react. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. If this lecherous dragon, Yang Zhuihui, ran to Yunnan and fell into the hands of the Divine Python Sect, he would definitely be skinned alive! "Father-in-law, mother-in-law, I absolutely won't go this time. I'm afraid I'll die without a burial place." Yang Zhuihui said dejectedly. "But the imperial decree has already been issued, disobeying it is also a dead end..." Huang Rong said. "Can I feign illness?" "His Majesty will send an imperial physician." "Then say I'm menstruating... Sigh, never mind, never mind, the arrow is on the bowstring and must be released." Yang Zhuihui threw the imperial decree on the table and asked, "Then, do we have to set off tomorrow?" “ According to the imperial decree, it should be today, but setting off tomorrow is fine too. By the way,” Huang Rong took out a pure gold token from her pocket and handed it to Yang Zhuihui, saying, “This is a gold token bestowed by His Majesty. As long as you hold this token, Guo’er, you can freely mobilize the troops in Yunnan to help you eradicate the Divine Python Sect.” “Thank you, Mother-in-law.” Yang Zhuihui put away the gold token and asked, “What if I order all the troops in Yunnan to raise their flags in rebellion against the court?” “That’s treasonous! Don’t talk nonsense!” Huang Rong hurriedly said, “This is our home. If we were outside, speaking carelessly would bring about your death! Guo’er, you are so young, and your mother doesn’t want anything to happen to you. I went to Yunnan twenty years ago, so I will be traveling with you this time.” Upon hearing this , all danger vanished from Yang Zhuihui's mind. Looking at the alluring Huang Rong, exuding the aura of a mature woman, Yang Zhuihui immediately felt an irresistible urge. Thinking of the erotic scenes that might occur during their trip, his penis instantly became erect. He quickly turned away, saying seriously, "How can this be? Mother-in-law, you still need to take care of Xiang'er, and you also need to manage things in Dushi City." "My good son-in-law," Guo Jing interjected, "Before Rong'er married me, she was a formidable heroine of the martial world, extremely skilled. Even several of you wouldn't be a match for her in a fight. I've already discussed it with Rong'er, and I agree to her trip; Xiang'er has someone to take care of her, and she's weaned now, so Rong'er should get some exercise." Yang Zhuihui had previously considered that Huang Rong wanted Guo Xiang to practice the "Mysterious Yin True Qi Technique" and didn't want her to drink someone else's milk. But after hearing Guo Jing's words, he realized Huang Rong no longer needed to breastfeed, and her breasts should still have plenty of milk. With a casual squeeze, the delicious milk would spurt out... Yang Zhuihui dared not continue fantasizing, afraid he would ejaculate, so he asked, "When do we set off?" "Tomorrow, I need to settle everything I need to say today." "Hmm?" "A reclusive master knocked me unconscious and carried me out; I just woke up. Senior Sister, have you heard about Consort Yao's death?" "No." "Have you seen the arrest warrant for me? What does it say about my crime?" "I'm here, so I don't know." "I understand." "Guo'er, what do you plan to do now?" "I don't know yet. The situation is very unfavorable for me; I'm in a dilemma." " Yang Zhuihui sighed, "I only blame myself for underestimating the Shangqing Palace." After thinking for a moment, Yang Zhuihui said, "Senior Sister, wait for me here. I'm going to find someone!" Before Xiaolongnu could react, Yang Zhuihui had already run out of the room, to Zhou Buxian and Amur's room. Too lazy to knock, he pushed the door open and saw the two of them embracing and rolling around on the bed. Yang Zhuihui covered his forehead and muttered, "That old geezer's sex drive is really strong. I don't know how many times he's penetrated Amur's anus every day." "Ah!" Amur exclaimed in a delicate, surprised voice, quickly pulling the blanket over them and asking, "What is it, Master?"

"Zhou Buxian, rise. I have some questions for you."

Zhou Buxian hurriedly dressed and walked to Yang Zhuihui, bowing respectfully.

Yang Zhuihui recounted the events that had unfolded in the Taiji Hall to Zhou Buxian in detail. Zhou Buxian's white brows furrowed, and he stroked his white beard. After a moment, he said, "Master, give me your hand."

After taking his pulse, Zhou Buxian said, "It seems you've been poisoned by the Shangqing Palace's 'Disturbing the Mind and Disrupting the Soul' powder. This powder can cause people to act irrationally, even murder, and it can also make them reveal their inner thoughts. It must have been put in your wine."

"That vile woman, Yao Ling'er!"

Yang Zhuihui clenched his fists, saying, "If I had known, I would have raped her to death last time!"

"But Master, don't worry. The 'Disturbing the Mind and Disrupting the Soul' powder will only take effect once. Just be careful in the future."

"Zhou Buxian, I ask you, can the Shangqing Palace transform people into white foxes, allowing them to switch between human and white fox forms?"

"This... I've been away from Shangqing Palace for quite some time now, I've never heard of it! But I have seen the white fox before, it was just outside."

Yang Zhuihui was startled and quickly turned around, only to see the white fox, transformed from a poppy, leaping onto the wall, tilting its head to look at Yang Zhuihui a few times, before turning and jumping down.

Yang Zhuihui hadn't expected the white fox to be lurking beside him!

"You continue, I'm leaving."

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly ran towards his room.

"Pack your things, we must leave here immediately!"

Yang Zhuihui urged.

Little Dragon Girl didn't actually have much to pack, she simply handed the Dragon-Carved Sword to Yang Zhuihui and said, "This sword is made of a very peculiar material, colder than ice, and it's still unsealed, you should unseal it as soon as possible."

"I know."

Yang Zhuihui picked up the Empress and was about to leave when he heard hurried footsteps outside.

"Damn it!"

Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to put down the Empress and said to Xiaolongnu, "Senior Sister, take good care of her. I'll go out and see what happened. No matter what, don't show yourself. Protect her, she's the current Empress!"

Xiaolongnu nodded hurriedly.

Yang Zhuihui ran out of the room and saw more than thirty Imperial Guards approaching under the leadership of a fat Taoist priest.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to actually be here. Men, seize him!"

Yang Zhuihui drew his dragon-carved sword, which gleamed coldly, and pointed the tip at the fat Taoist priest. He roared, "Who dares to take a step forward!"

The fat Taoist priest smiled and squinted, saying, "I am Shi Yu, a disciple of Shangqing Palace. You can call me Fatty Shi. You attempted to assassinate His Majesty and defied the imperial decree to escape from prison. His Majesty has ordered your arrest and return to prison. If you dare to resist, then we can only invite your wife to the capital for tea."

Yang Zhuihui was most afraid that Guo Fu would become a pawn to threaten him, and sure enough, he had expected it.

"Seize her!"

Shi Yu waved his whisk.

The Imperial Guards easily subdued Yang Zhuihui and handed the dragon-carved sword to Shi Yu.

"What a worthless sword,"

Shi Yu casually tossed the sword to the ground and turned to leave.

Watching Yang Zhuihui being taken away, Xiaolongnu inside the house was heartbroken. She planned to break him out of prison again that night, intending to imitate that reclusive master, knock Yang Zhuihui unconscious, and take him far away from the capital!

Clang!

Yang Zhuihui was thrown back into the cell, enduring the guards' taunts and mockery.

Half an hour later, the chief eunuch Liu Guancai, accompanied by two junior eunuchs, produced an imperial edict to pronounce Yang Zhuihui's sentence.

"Executed at noon today."

These words, seemingly only heard in dramas, were actually happening to him; Yang Zhuihui was completely stunned.

"Yang Guo,"

Liu Guancai said in a affected, coquettish tone, "Consort Yao instructed me to pass on a message to you: if you try to escape, all the flowers and plants in Dushi City will be burned to the ground."

"Tell her to die!"

Yang Zhuihui roared.

"You still have over an hour left, enjoy yourself! I'll tell the jailer you won't starve to death."

Liu Guancai arrogantly raised his head and swayed away.

Yang Zhuihui's eyes widened, and he murmured, "I'm about to die..."

Half an hour later, the jailer brought Yang Zhuihui his last lunch: a feast of fish and meat, accompanied by chicken soup, its aroma filling the air. But Yang Zhuihui had no appetite. He watched as a swarm of cockroaches devoured them, two of them even drowning in the soup. When the jailer entered with the wooden cangue, Yang Zhuihui knew he was about to say goodbye to this world. The cangue was fastened, the iron chains were fastened, and the jailer led Yang Zhuihui out of the prison, handing him over to the Imperial Guards to be taken to the execution ground. Yang Zhuihui slowly walked onto the execution platform. The bare-chested executioner was waiting there with a large knife, his chest muscles twitching several times.

"Remember not to move later. If I cut the wrong place, you'll be in pain, and I'll give you another cut. Close your eyes, and when you open them, you'll be drinking Meng Po's soup."

The executioner was spitting into his palm.

"Why do good people die so young these days?"

an old woman in the crowd sighed.

"Grandma, let's go."

Her seven or eight-year-old grandson shook her hand vigorously.

"Okay, okay, sigh!"

Chapter 201, Guo Fu is Pregnant

"Hmm. Oh, right, I have something to discuss with my father-in-law and mother-in-law. It's about the three Jurchen tribes."

Then, Yang Zhuihui told them about his previous plans. Although it would require Dushi City to lose some resources, Guo Jing and Huang Rong both nodded in agreement. Guo Jing even immediately sent a servant to inform the military commander Ge Liu to take charge of the matter.

After chatting for a while, Yang Zhuihui remembered that Ruan Feifeng was still outside the door. He quickly invited her in, saying, "This lady needs no introduction, she is the Jurchen witch queen. The Divine Python Sect is skilled in using poison, and the witch queen herself is also a witch doctor, proficient in healing magic. Therefore, I hope she can accompany us."

"Of course we have no such intention, it's just that their people..."

"Witch Queen, is there a problem?" Yang Zhuihui asked.

Ruan Feifeng had overheard their conversation outside the door. She had assumed that Yang Zhuihui was going to Yunnan and she would have to return to her tribe, but she hadn't expected him to ask her to go with him. Feeling a warmth in her heart, Ruan Feifeng nodded without hesitation, saying, "Young Master Yang and I are good friends. Yunnan is fraught with danger, and it would be my honor to be able to help."

"Then, Witch Queen, please stay at the manor tonight and we can leave the city together tomorrow," Huang Rong suggested.

Yang Zhuihui had planned to have some fun with Ruan Feifeng that evening, and since Huang Rong had spoken, he naturally nodded vigorously. However, Ruan Feifeng said, "I need to go back and explain things to my clan tonight, otherwise they will think I've disappeared. So... I'd appreciate it if Young Master Yang could escort me back later. If it's convenient, I'll go back to the manor with Young Master Yang tonight."

Although it was a bit of a hassle, as long as Ruan Feifeng was willing to stay at the General's Mansion that night, Yang Zhuihui was willing to make several trips!

It was just past Shenshi (3-5 PM), and there was still some time before dinner. The impatient Yang Zhuihui wanted to escort Ruan Feifeng back, but Huang Rong insisted that Ruan Feifeng stay for dinner. In the end, Yang Zhuihui could only compromise and agree to escort her back after dinner. Once the business was finished, he would bring her back and properly discipline her!

Ruan Feifeng originally wanted to ask someone to bring her food to her room to eat, just like last time, to prevent Guo Jing and his wife from recognizing her. However, she remembered that she had never met them before, and more than ten years had passed, so her appearance had changed somewhat. Therefore, she ate with them instead.

At the dinner table were only two men, Yang Zhuihui and Guo Jing; the rest were all beautiful women, each with their own unique charm.

There was Wu Sanniang, who ate with her veil lifted; the mature Huang Rong; Guo Fu, newly married; the mermaid sisters Xiaoyue and Shile, with their impressive breasts; Minagawa Yuuki, physically mature but mentally childlike; Saya, the female ninja who always centered her attention around Minagawa Yuuki; Ji Hanxiang, the former elder of the Shangqing Palace; and Empress Zhang, the mother of the nation.

Of course, the peerless beauty Ruan Feifeng, who had just removed her tiger-shaped mask, was also worth mentioning.

Everyone had assumed that a woman who could become the Witch King would be weathered and worn, but Ruan Feifeng possessed not only a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, but also an extremely elegant demeanor.

However, all ten women present had their own strengths, and it was impossible to define who was more beautiful based on one or two strengths or weaknesses.

Guo Fu, sitting next to Yang Zhuihui, puffed out her cheeks upon seeing that the Witch King was actually a great beauty. Thinking that Yang Zhuihui, that lecherous scoundrel, was spending time with this beautiful woman even in Jurchen territory, she was certain something intimate would happen that would make anyone blush. And they were even going to Yunnan together! She was furious, but as a newlywed, she knew she had to give Yang Zhuihui face, so she could only lower her head and eat.

Halfway through her meal, Guo Fu suddenly felt nauseous. She rushed out and stood in the corridor, dry heaving, but only managed to vomit some saliva; her stomach still felt very uncomfortable.

At this moment, Huang Rong came out, patted her daughter's back, and asked, "Fu'er, did you have any bleeding last month?"

"It seems...no..." Guo Fu's face flushed red, as if she knew what Huang Rong was referring to.

"Go back to your room and rest quickly. I'll ask a doctor to take your pulse." Before Guo Fu could answer, Huang Rong had already hurriedly run out of the General's Mansion.

"Could I really be pregnant?" Guo Fu touched her stomach; she didn't feel much, but she still felt nauseous.

Turning around, Guo Fu saw everyone standing at the door staring at her.

"It's just... I'm just not feeling well, I'm not pregnant," Guo Fu hurriedly explained.

Yang Zhuihui looked at Shi Le and asked, "Did we say anything?"

Shi Le frowned and said, "We didn't say anything."

"Then why did she say she was pregnant?" Saya asked疑惑地.

"I'm not pregnant!" Guo Fu angrily pushed them away and ran back to her room.

"But Mr. Yang, you and Fu'er have been married for so long, she should be pregnant by now, otherwise there might be something wrong with your health," Saya said.

"Auntie went to call the doctor, we'll know soon enough."

After the doctor arrived, everyone crowded into Guo Fu's room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Guo Fu blushed under their gazes, hoping to conceive Yang Zhuihui's child, yet worried that she was too young and didn't know how to raise a child.

A moment later, the doctor clasped his hands and said, "Congratulations, this young mistress is pregnant. From now on, she must not be overworked and must be well cared for. Who will come with me back to the pharmacy to get some medicine to help with the pregnancy?"

"I'll send a servant with you to get it!" Huang Rong smiled and went out with the doctor. As soon as

the doctor left, the overly excited Yang Zhuihui immediately picked up Guo Fu and cried, "I'm going to be a father! I'm going to be a father! I'm going to be a father!"

"Put me down quickly, they're all watching!" Guo Fu frantically patted Yang Zhuihui's shoulder, but Yang Zhuihui was even more carried away. It wasn't until Wu Sanniang reminded Guo Fu that she was pregnant that Yang Zhuihui put her on the bed, and considerately covered her with a blanket, forbidding her to wander around and telling her to give birth to the child safely.

Guo Fu felt a little depressed, as if she had suddenly become a patient, but she also hoped that the child would be safe and sound, so she had no choice but to lie obediently on the bed.

It took a full half hour before everyone left Guo Fu's room. Yang Zhuihui wanted to stay and accompany the pregnant woman, but he also needed to escort Ruan Feifeng back to her post, so he asked Wu Sanniang to accompany her.

On the way back, Yang Zhuihui kept considering a very important issue: the timing and the person to practice the sixth form of the Lustful Dragon.

In terms of timing, if they didn't practice tonight, they might have to wait until they returned from Yunnan. However, their fate on this trip was uncertain, and perhaps the seventh form of the Lustful Dragon would greatly increase their safety!

As for the person, the women who had been confirmed to participate in the sixth form of the Lustful Dragon included Wu Sanniang, Xiaoyue, Shile, and Ruan Feifeng. The fifth person was harder to decide. Could it be the scheming Ji Hanxiang?

Yang Zhuihui, who was having trouble making a decision, didn't say much on the way. Ruan Feifeng saw his furrowed brows and assumed he was considering something important, so she didn't disturb him. Little did she know that his mind was filled with lustful thoughts.

After escorting Ruan Feifeng back to her encampment, the three Jurchen tribes were in a frenzy of celebration. Among them were over fifty Ming soldiers led by Ge Liu, who had been responsible for transporting the abundant supplies and had also stayed to join in the revelry.

Yang Zhuihui, who happened to arrive, was naturally pulled in to drink as well. As the Witch King, Ruan Feifeng had the right to choose, opting to stand aside and watch them revel.

Half an hour later, as the revelry drew to a close, the three Jurchen tribes packed up and returned to their respective resting places. Ge Liu led the Ming soldiers, pulling Ma Bizhu, to Dushi City, while Ruan Feifeng gathered the Jurchen tribespeople she had brought with her and told them something very difficult to say, but one she had to reveal in order to stay by Yang Zhuihui's side forever.

Initially, Ruan Feifeng thought her tribespeople would strongly object, but to her surprise, they were all very calm. Some even encouraged her to stay by the side of Qianglang, whom they called Chong. These believers even felt that only with the Witch King by Yang Zhuihui's side could their race continue to thrive.

With this, Ruan Feifeng's inner conflict was finally resolved. She removed the mask she had worn for nearly a month and asked them to take it back to the tribe to pass on to the next Witch King. She forbade them from using force or witchcraft to decide the next Witch King, but instead, they would observe for a year to see who could save the most people with insect-based healing techniques. That person would not only be the Witch King but also the Witch Doctor of the Wild Jurchen tribe!

After reaching an agreement, Ruan Feifeng and Yang Zhuihui sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by the Wild Jurchen people, who chatted amongst themselves. People often asked Yang Zhuihui questions, and Ruan Feifeng had to translate for him each time before he could answer. However, after

spending time with them, he could understand some simple greetings. They chatted until after 7 PM, when it was time for them to return to the city.

The two walked ahead, and the Wild Jurchen people saw them off from behind. They walked a full mile before stopping and waving goodbye.

"Don't you feel that spending so much time with them has developed a bond?" Ruan Feifeng asked.

"Yes, humans are truly strange creatures. When we were trying to cross the Broken Cloud Mountain, they captured us. At that time, I only thought they were savages who ate raw meat, and that thought only solidified afterward. But ever since we controlled Zhou Buxian and... everything changed. Especially after I subdued the sea beast, they all seemed to worship me as a god. They did whatever I said. If I had continued living among them, I believe that with my influence, I could have unified the three tribes and become..."

Yang Zhuihui frowned, the contents of history books flashing through his mind. He exclaimed, "Later Jin! It's Later Jin! Later Jin later became the Manchu Qing, and eventually the Ming Dynasty was replaced by the Manchu Qing. The Qing Dynasty became the last feudal dynasty in Chinese history, followed by imperialist aggression..." Connecting

these seemingly trivial clues, Yang Zhuihui suddenly realized a very thorny issue—if he really intended to replace Jiajing's position, the fusion of the three Jurchen tribes would become his greatest enemy. Moreover, Yang Zhuihui remembered that the Manchu Qing seemed to have also integrated the Tatar people!

However… but judging from the current situation, they are all subservient to Yang Zhuihui. If Yang Zhuihui really does overthrow Jiajing, they will absolutely obey him. But man proposes, God disposes. Yang Zhuihui still doesn't believe that he can change the course of Chinese history by his own power.

Further considering this, if the history of China were completely altered by his intervention, would the era in which he lived also change? Some people might disappear into thin air, while others might appear out of nowhere, and the relationships between nations could undergo significant changes!

Yang Zhuihui dared not think any further. He took a deep breath, grabbed Ruan Feifeng's hand, and asked, "Feng'er, do you think being emperor is important?"

"Why do you ask such a question, Young Master Yang?"

"Tell me your opinion."

"I am but a woman, and my thoughts are naturally different from Young Master Yang's. I only hope that Qing'er can live a happy life, and that will be enough for me. I have no other thoughts."

Chapter 202, The Sixth Form of the Lustful Dragon

"Then I need to think carefully about my final life." Yang Zhuihui exhaled, "I really don't want anything to change because of me."

"Young Master Yang seems to have been frowning all day. Miss Fu'er is pregnant. In about nine months, Young Master Yang will become a father. You should be happy, shouldn't you?"

"Indeed." Yang Zhuihui hugged Ruan Feifeng tightly, pinched her waist with his devilish hand, and lewdly said, "Feng'er, let me tell you, I want you and Qing'er to both carry my children. Then you will be both my woman and my mother-in-law."

"No way!" Ruan Feifeng retorted.

"Tsk tsk, that's not up to you. I've already ejaculated inside so many times, maybe you're already pregnant, hehe."

"Young Master Yang, please don't scare me. I only hope to stay by your side, watch Qing'er grow up and have children, and occasionally hold your and Qing'er's baby. That would be my greatest happiness," Ruan Feifeng said anxiously.

Yang Zhuihui pinched Ruan Feifeng's delicate cheek and asked, "What if you were already carrying my child?"

"Then...then...then..." Ruan Feifeng's voice trailed off, whispering, "Then I'll give birth and raise it with Young Master Yang..."

She then blushed and threw herself into Yang Zhuihui's arms, crying, "I really want it, but I feel it's unlikely!"

"Hehe, then after we go to Yunnan, I'll ejaculate once every night. I don't believe I can't hit the target like the national football team!"

"The national football team? What's that?"

"Sigh! A tragic thing." Yang Zhuihui said, "Anyway, I'll try my best. Oh, right, I have a plan for tonight, I'll tell you..."

Leaning close to Ruan Feifeng's ear, Yang Zhuihui told her his wicked plan. Ruan Feifeng blushed and shook her head vigorously, but under Yang Zhuihui's persistent pleading, she finally nodded.

After arranging for Ruan Feifeng to stay in a side room, Yang Zhuihui prepared to carry out his wicked and lewd plan.

He first greeted San Niang, Xiao Yue, and Shi Le, briefly explaining his plan. San Niang had never served Yang Zhuihui alongside other women before and initially wanted to refuse, but upon learning it was for practicing the sixth form of the Lustful Dragon technique, she agreed. Xiao Yue naturally had no objections; her personality was like clay, easily molded by Yang Zhuihui. As for Shi Le, that wanton woman who only wanted Yang Zhuihui to fuck her, she was more than willing.

Thus, four of the five women needed were confirmed, leaving one short. After much deliberation, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to select Ji Hanxiang, a decision born of necessity. He couldn't possibly target You Shu, Saya, Huang Rong, or Empress Zhang, and Guo Fu, who could have been a candidate, was unable to participate due to her pregnancy. However, Yang Zhuihui needed to appease Guo Fu first before embarking on his wicked multi-person adventure.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang Zhuihui gently stroked Guo Fu's lower abdomen. Guo Fu, resting her head on Yang Zhuihui's lap, seemed to realize something and suddenly reached out to touch Yang Zhuihui's crotch, saying, "Husband, are you thinking about naughty things?"

Before Yang Zhuihui could answer, Guo Fu continued, "Want to do it?"

"You're pregnant, you can't do anything reckless, otherwise it's not good for the fetus," Yang Zhuihui said with a smile, knowing that sex was not allowed before the third month of pregnancy.

"Yes, Mother just told me. But if you want, you can go to them, I won't object."

Guo Fu's words struck a chord with Yang Zhuihui, but as a good husband, he had to pretend to be hesitant, saying, "How can that be? I should stay by your side."

"It's alright, as long as you remember to come back to sleep." Guo Fu continued to stroke Yang Zhuihui's slowly erect penis, saying, "You're so old now, you should still go to them, otherwise I'm afraid you'll get excited tonight and Fu'er will be in trouble."

"Then I'll come back to be with you after I'm done." Giving Guo Fu a deep kiss, Yang Zhuihui lowered the bed curtains and left the room.

Yang Zhuihui bumped into Ji Hanxiang in the corridor. He was just about to go to her, but she delivered herself to his door, so it was no wonder

Yang Zhuihui was happy. Before Yang Zhuihui could speak, Ji Hanxiang asked, "Have you forgotten what you promised me yesterday?"

"What?" Yang Zhuihui had indeed forgotten.

“Yesterday you didn’t use acupressure on me, and you promised to try your best to help me unlock the Dazhong acupoint tonight. Have you forgotten?” Ji Hanxiang frowned.

Facing Ji Hanxiang, who had practically offered herself up, Yang Zhuihui hugged her tightly, squeezing her breasts several times, and said, “Senior, how could I forget? Haven’t I been trying for the past ten days? It’s just that the acupoints are really difficult to open, so I prepared well today. You’ll definitely like it. Remember, don’t mention unlocking the acupoints or revealing your identity later, understand?”

Ji Hanxiang was half-convinced, but she placed all her hopes for regaining her strength on Yang Zhuihui, so she nodded.

Entering Wu Sanniang’s room with Yang Zhuihui, Ji Hanxiang was startled.

Xiaoyue and Shile were chatting by the bed, while Wu Sanniang and Ruan Feifeng were drinking tea at the round table.

Ji Hanxiang knew that her purpose in coming here was to have a physical relationship with Yang Zhuihui, so wouldn’t she be watched by these four women? Ji Hanxiang, unaware that they were all Yang Zhuihui's women, almost wanted to escape the room. However, they all wore smiles, those faint smiles seemingly indicating they knew what was about to happen.

Locking the door, Yang Zhuihui said, "I'm going to Yunnan tomorrow. It's very dangerous there, and I don't know how long I'll be gone. So tonight I plan to spend some quality time with you all, so you'll remember me."

"Husband," Shi Le lifted her skirt, revealing her unusually plump vulva covered by a thong, and chuckled, "Can I remember you here?"

"Of course I don't mind, anyway, I'll fill you up completely later!" Seeing that Ji Hanxiang was still a little reserved, Yang Zhuihui hugged her from behind, kissing her neck, and said, "I'll start with Madam Qin. You'd better watch carefully, see how valiant your husband is."

Shi Le embraced Xiaoyue, saying ambiguously, "What if people get wet watching?"

"Then you're next."

"Young Master Yang..." Ji Hanxiang hesitated.

When Yang Zhuihui slipped his hand inside her collar and kneaded her breasts through her bodice, while his other hand slipped inside her pleated skirt and cupped her soft, warm vulva, Ji Hanxiang's mind went blank. Both of her sensitive areas had been captured by Yang Zhuihui, and all she could do was lean against him and moan softly. Her shapely body pressed against him, her firm buttocks rubbing against his crotch, already yearning for his thick penis to penetrate her. Yang Zhuihui

whispered in Ji Hanxiang's ear, "Senior, let go of all your burdens and revel with them tonight. The more you let go, the easier it will be to unlock your 'big bell' acupoint."

"I'll let you have some fun first."

Yang Zhuihui had already pulled Ji Hanxiang's panties, which were sticky with a little honey-like fluid, down to her knees, pulled out his penis, and pressed it tightly against Ji Hanxiang's buttocks. The glans slowly slid along her buttocks towards the entrance of her hot, wet, and gently opening vulva.

Glided past the back of her flower, Yang Zhuihui's glans touched the entrance of her fleshy hole, warm and moist. Gently! Stretch, the glans had already pushed open the soft, lustful flesh.

"I won't be able to stand..." Ji Hanxiang sobbed.

"That's more stimulating." Yang Zhuihui thrust hard, inserting his entire penis, then frantically kneaded Ji Hanxiang's breasts with both hands, his lower body also beginning to thrust. Feeling Ji Hanxiang's hole gradually becoming wet, Yang Zhuihui's thrusting speed gradually increased.

Soon, the room was filled with the slapping sounds of genitals colliding, drawing the attention of the other four women who had not yet been favored to them. Their gazes were naturally focused on the genitals still hidden in their skirts; they all wanted to see the scene of penises thrusting into their lustful holes, because the sound was simply too beautiful.

"Xiaoyue..." Shi Le murmured.

"What's wrong, sister?" Shi Le pulled Xiao Yue's hand and pressed it against her pubic area, saying, "Feel my pubic area, it's already so wet."

Xiao Yue quickly withdrew her hand, saying, "Xiao Yue doesn't dare."

"Xiao Yue, just touch it, you can even put your finger in." Yang Zhuihui coaxed.

"My sister listens to her husband the most, so you know what to do, right?"

Shi Le simply lay flat on the bed, her thighs pressing against Xiao Yue's thighs, and proactively lifted her skirt, parting her fiery red thong. The flower, moistened by honey and blooming crimson, was slightly parted, revealing its full spring beauty.

Looking at her sister's private parts, Xiao Yue's whole face turned red. She tremblingly reached out and slid her hand along the slightly parted slit, her finger landing at the entrance of the flesh, unsure whether she should insert it.

While she hesitated, Shi Le had already proactively raised her buttocks, and that finger was inserted into the warm honey hole.

“Sister, you’ve seen your husband do me before. Now you need to use your fingers as your husband’s rod. You know what to do.”

Shi Le chuckled, sucking on his index finger, his eyes filled with a dazed look.

“Mmm.” Xiao Yue responded softly, and her index finger began to slowly move in and out. This was a behavior she had never tried before, and it made her neck blush with embarrassment. But the feeling of her finger being enveloped by the hot, wet, and seemingly sucking flesh was very comfortable, and she couldn’t help but speed up.

At first, it was just one finger, but after a while, she inserted two fingers as well.

“Sister, I want it in the back too. You put it in.” Shi Le made a new request.

“Mmm.”

Xiao Yue gradually loosened her grip and inserted her thumb into Shi Le’s anus, while her index and middle fingers remained inside the vagina. All three fingers satisfied Shi Le at the same time.

Although the pleasure from the fingers was far greater than that from the penis, Shi Le was still quite satisfied with having something inserted in both the front and back. Her soft moans almost drowned out Ji Hanxiang’s lewd cries.

"It's...it's from behind..." Ji Hanxiang sobbed.

"Want to try it too?"

Yang Zhuihui, who had already torn off her clothes and bodice, brazenly grabbed and squeezed her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples and pulling them outward until Ji Hanxiang cried out in pain. Only then did Yang Zhuihui release his grip, sometimes pressing her nipples inward.

The simultaneous stimulation from above and below made Ji Hanxiang almost unable to stand. She moaned lewdly, her legs trembling, her mature face displaying a seductive charm, her inner thighs already wet with honey-like fluid.

"Feng'er, you know a woman's body best. Could you come and help?" Ruan Feifeng put down her teacup and said, "I was talking to Xianni about Young Master Yang when I found out how wicked you are, still keeping it from Fu'er. If Fu'er finds out you even touched her godmother, see how she deals with you!"

"Help me out!" Yang Zhuihui blinked, throwing a flirtatious glance. Wu Sanniang and Ruan Feifeng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I'll go help first." Ruan Feifeng stood up and went over.

Kneeling on the ground, Ruan Feifeng removed Ji Hanxiang's pleated skirt, and Yang Zhuihui's large, rapidly moving penis immediately came into her view. Ruan Feifeng gently rubbed Ji Hanxiang's engorged clitoris with her thumb.

Chapter 203, Huang Rong Spying

"Ugh... what... what are you doing?" Ji Hanxiang's body felt as if struck by lightning, and she gasped repeatedly.

"This is one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body. Feng'er will make Madam Qin understand." Saying this, Ruan Feifeng grabbed Ji Hanxiang's outer thighs with both hands, pressed her entire face against her genitals, and began to lick Ji Hanxiang's clitoris with her tongue.

"Ugh... ugh... don't do this... ah..."

Ji Hanxiang had obviously never received such treatment before. The strange feeling made her even more sensitive, and she even felt as if she had been thrown into the sea, with raging waves constantly crashing against her, pushing her high into the air, only to abandon her mercilessly and let her fall into the sea hundreds of feet below.

A feeling of ecstasy overwhelmed Ji Hanxiang's body. The penis and tongue simultaneously assaulted her private parts, and she could barely bear it. She whimpered, "Young Master Yang... I'm almost there... hurry... um... hurry..."

A few days ago, Yang Zhuihui had diligently studied the sixth form, "Dragon's Roar Spring Nest." Initially, he didn't understand the meaning of "combined with the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique," but later he grasped the general idea. He understood that the most crucial point of the sixth form was actually "do not touch the xiphoid process." Touching the xiphoid process and then sealing the four full acupoints on the woman's body meant that the woman would die from the depletion of her yin essence, essentially the same as the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique. However, if the xiphoid process wasn't touched, the situation would be vastly different. Now was the time to experiment on Ji Hanxiang's body!

Yang Zhuihui first sealed his own Dahe, Huiyin, and Tanzhong acupoints. Feeling the rapid writhing and gripping of his penis within Ji Hanxiang's vaginal opening, Yang Zhuihui then touched her four full acupoints.

"Xianni, hurry!" Yang Zhuihui suddenly said.

"Hmm." Wu Sanniang hurriedly picked up the porcelain bowl from the table and walked to them. Ruan Feifeng, understanding, had already stepped aside.

"It's...it's coming out..." Ji Hanxiang's whole body convulsed, and her vaginal fluid gushed out. Under the effect of the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, her vaginal fluid gushed out in particularly large quantities, twice in a row. If Yang Zhuihui had pressed his xiphoid process, Ji Hanxiang would probably have died from repeated orgasms by now.

Yang Zhuihui's large penis was still blocking Ji Hanxiang's honey hole. Feeling that the entire glans was soaked in vaginal fluid, Yang Zhuihui slowly withdrew his penis. Wu Sanniang still held his penis and let it slide out slowly. The porcelain bowl was placed directly below Ji Hanxiang's vulva.

Plop!

The glans slid out, and strands of sticky, glistening vaginal fluid dripped into the porcelain bowl like dew, soon covering the bottom with a layer.

A faint, pungent smell filled the room. Wu Sanniang, who was directly exposed to it, didn't find the odor of the vaginal fluid unpleasant; instead, she found the glistening,

sweet-smelling fluid incredibly alluring, almost tempting her to taste it. Ji Hanxiang, exhausted from being penetrated, was carried to the bed by Yang Zhuihui. Just as he was about to penetrate Shi Le, he felt his erect penis being sucked by a warm little mouth. Looking down, he saw Shi Le sucking hard on his penis, her alluring eyes still holding a hint of innocence.

"You little slut, even more proactive than your husband!" Yang Zhuihui lewdly chuckled.

Shi Le spat out the penis, playing with it with her gloved hand, and said reproachfully, "Since we're going to do it anyway, you'll like it if you take the initiative, won't you?"

"Of course. Good girl, stick your ass up."

"Mmm, Xiao Yue has made me all wet." Shi Le quickly rolled over, her head resting on Xiao Yue's thigh, her snowy buttocks raised high, her vagina already open, appearing pink and deep, the flesh inside still writhing erratically, reflecting a bright, glistening light.

Yang Zhuihui leaned down and kissed Shi Le's honey hole, saying, "I'll satisfy you properly first, you slut."

The head of his penis pressed against the entrance of her vagina, and with a forceful thrust, with a "plop," the thick penis slid in completely.

"Ah! Husband...you're going to kill me...so thick...so full...I like it so much..."

Faced with the lewd and promiscuous Shi Le, Yang Zhuihui didn't need any foreplay; he just needed to thrust relentlessly. So, after less than fifteen minutes of vigorous thrusting, Shi Le couldn't take it anymore and was close to climaxing.

Yang Zhuihui had intended to let Shi Le enjoy herself a little longer, but unexpectedly, she was already close to orgasm. He had no choice but to press her four acupoints, collecting her vaginal fluid as before.

He withdrew his still-erect penis, looking at the vaginal fluid in the porcelain bowl.

Ji Hanxiang's vaginal fluid had a strong odor, while Shi Le's was like fine wine. When the two vaginal fluids mixed together, the odor lessened considerably, and a faint fragrance was emitted.

Having satisfied Shi Le, Yang Zhuihui immediately pulled Xiao Yue to his side, kissing her genitals until they were sufficiently wet, and then thrust his long spear inside.

Xiaoyue always seemed so shy and reserved. Even when she was being pleasured intensely, she would bite her thin lips, trying not to moan. But whenever her clitoris was touched by the glans, Xiaoyue would involuntarily let out a soft groan.

Having collected Xiaoyue's vaginal fluids using the same method, Yang Zhuihui's target shifted to Wu Sanniang and Ruan Feifeng. Looking at the two of them, Yang Zhuihui had a very wicked idea.

After letting Ji Hanxiang, Xiaoyue, and Shile rest, Yang Zhuihui tidied his clothes and then had Wu Sanniang and Ruan Feifeng follow him into Xiaoyue and Shile's room. Yang Zhuihui whispered in their ears, making them blush, but they both nodded.

Following Yang Zhuihui's instructions, Wu Sanniang and Ruan Feifeng, their bodies ripe like juicy peaches, removed their clothes and stood naked by the bed. After a moment of restraint, Ruan Feifeng climbed onto the bed, one hand covering her genitals and the other covering her breasts.

"Your turn," Yang Zhuihui said, pinching Wu Sanniang's buttocks.

"Yes, I understand." Glancing at the alluring Ruan Feifeng, Wu Sanniang, naked, climbed onto the bed, but instead of lying beside Ruan Feifeng, she pressed herself against her, their four breasts pressed together, rubbing slightly. Their jade-white breasts were now tinged with a delicate red, incredibly tempting.

Yang Zhuihui stripped naked and climbed on top, his mouth watering at their plump, almost touching vulvas. A dragon playing with two phoenixes, two phoenixes in their prime!

"Let your husband taste your honey." Yang Zhuihui bent down, his tongue beginning to lick the sweetness between the two women's vulvas.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Hearing the two women's moans, Yang Zhuihui licked even more vigorously, occasionally pulling their labia apart, inserting his tongue, curled into a column, into their wet, fleshy openings, and inserting two fingers into the other woman's opening.

Wu Sanniang and Ruan Feifeng gazed at each other, their eyes glazed. Ruan Feifeng, who had lesbian tendencies, hooked her leg around Wu Sanniang's neck and kissed her fragrant lips. Taking advantage of her moan, she probed with her tongue.

"Mmm..."

Wu Sanniang's eyes widened. She had never French kissed a woman before, and this feeling was very novel. With Yang Zhuihui's tongue thrusting in and out of her honey hole, she was already in the mood and obeyed both of them. On one hand, she inserted her tongue into Ruan Feifeng's mouth and stirred it around, and on the other hand, she gently swayed her snowy buttocks, letting her already engorged vulva rub against Yang Zhuihui's cheek. Her clitoris, which was constantly touched by Yang Zhuihui's lips, brought her endless pleasure.

"It tastes so good." Yang Zhuihui sipped the honey overflowing from Wu Sanniang's honey hole and stirred Ruan Feifeng's honey hole, occasionally tasting the honey stuck to his fingers.

A moment later, Yang Zhuihui instructed Ruan Feifeng and Wu Sanniang to raise their buttocks higher, while he first inserted his penis into Wu Sanniang's vagina.

"Whistle... Husband..." Wu Sanniang trembled all over, her skin glistening with fragrant sweat, making it exceptionally white.

"I'm going to start." Yang Zhuihui slapped Wu Sanniang's buttocks.

Stimulated, the vaginal muscles tightened around his penis, the folds of flesh vibrating frequently—a characteristic of the famous vaginal opening "Flying Dragon in the Sky." Yang Zhuihui almost lost control and began thrusting rapidly; he didn't want to ejaculate before Wu Sanniang reached orgasm.

"Xianni, you must be feeling very comfortable, right?" Ruan Feifeng asked, her unruly hands cupping and kneading Wu Sanniang's breasts.

"Mmm..." Wu Sanniang, seemingly drained of all her strength by the penis, simply lay on top of Ruan Feifeng, panting, "We're both women...mmm...you understand that feeling..."

"It feels good, I know." Ruan Feifeng lifted Wu Sanniang's chin, and her lips moved closer, the two women began to French kiss again, tasting each other's saliva.

After thrusting in and out more than ten times, Yang Zhuihui pulled out his penis and thrust it hard into Ruan Feifeng's vagina.

"Ah!" Ruan Feifeng hugged Wu Sanniang tightly, almost reaching the peak of sexual pleasure from the sudden fullness.

"Is it good?" This time it was Wu Sanniang's turn to ask her.

"So good! It's hot and itchy, and a little numb." Ruan Feifeng gasped.

"How about like this?" Wu Sanniang reached out and pinched Ruan Feifeng's nipple, gently twisting it.

"Ah! No...don't do that...I'll squirt..." Ruan Feifeng cried out.

At this moment, Huang Rong, who had just finished discussing the details of their trip to Yunnan with Guo Jing, passed by outside the door carrying her daughter Xiang'er. Upon hearing their moans, Huang Rong froze. The moans of the two women made her blush, and she also heard Yang Zhuihui's voice.

Completely bewildered, Huang Rong quickly peeked through the window paper, and the erotic scene of one man and two women was laid bare before her eyes. Watching Yang Zhuihui vigorously having sex with the Witch Queen, and Ye Xianni rubbing the Witch Queen's breasts, Huang Rong not only blushed, but also felt an intense itch in her genitals.

Her breath almost stopped, Huang Rong looked away, not daring to look any further, and hurried to her room.

Sitting on the bed, the lewd scene of their intercourse still floated in Huang Rong's mind. The emptiness in her body began to overwhelm her, and she began to put her hand inside her underwear, rubbing her gradually warming genitals. Xiang'er lay on the bed, sleeping quietly.

Masturbation could not satisfy her physiological needs at all, but Guo Jing had become a eunuch, what else could she do?

As she masturbated, Huang Rong suddenly cried out in shock, "What's going on? How could Yang Guo be with Fu'er's godmother, and the Witch King too!"

The thought of her beloved son-in-law being so promiscuous caused Huang Rong a pang of pain, yet her hand continued to rub her private parts, seeking greater stimulation.

Only after she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers did Huang Rong's thoughts become clear. She knew Yang Zhuihui had affairs with Xiaoyue and Shile, but she didn't know he had even slept with Fu'er's godmother and the Witch King. The thought of the Witch King accompanying them on the journey filled Huang Rong with a feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

"I really don't know what sins he's committed," Huang Rong sighed softly, her jade-like fingers gently stroking Xiang'er's rosy face.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui, Wu Sanniang, and Ruan Feifeng changed positions again. Wu Sanniang, who had already lost her virginity from Yang Zhuihui's advances, lay flat on the bed. Ruan Feifeng was kneeling between her legs, licking her wet vulva, her tongue occasionally probing into the constantly contracting flesh, making Wu Sanniang pant heavily. Meanwhile, Yang Zhuihui was holding Ruan Feifeng's slender waist, forcefully thrusting into her from behind.

"Stop licking... I can't take it anymore..." Wu Sanniang whimpered.

Ruan Feifeng, who was also moaning, ignored Wu Sanniang and continued licking. Knowing that the most sensitive spot for a woman was the clitoris, she even licked around Wu Sanniang's clitoris with the tip of her tongue.

"Ah... ah... don't touch there..."

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