Yue Ling's physical and mental suffering

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At Yunmeng Manor, during the birthday banquet

, the chief镖头 (chief镖师) of the four major镖局 (镖局, escort agencies) of Jiangnan arrived, as did the leaders of various gangs and important figures from the righteous sects. The once vast Yunmeng Manor now seemed much smaller.

Yu Qing personally greeted everyone, regardless of the size of the gang or the status of the guests, welcoming each one with a smile. His current position was not solely due to his superior martial arts skills. Moreover, with Yan Wuji's assistance, he had meticulously recorded the personalities and preferences of each gang and faction, big and small. The chief镖头 of the Golden Lion镖局 disliked the sun and sat in the coolest spot. The Emei Sect's Qingxin Shitai preferred waterside locations, so seats by the pond were prepared for her and her entourage.

The birthday banquet's protagonist, Wang Tianfeng, was a public-spirited and righteous man who, forty years ago, like Yu Qing, had traveled far and wide to alleviate the suffering of the martial world. Now, he was enjoying his retirement, serving as an elder in the Taiping Gang. Today was his seventieth birthday, and the Taiping Gang used this occasion to unite with other gangs and discuss matters.

After a busy morning, Yu Qing was about to go to his bedroom to rest when he saw Qin Yueling personally carrying tea towards the reception area. He quickly said, "Yueling, you don't need to help. There are servants; it's alright." Yueling looked at her husband with pity and said, "Brother Qing, you personally greet every guest. I want to help you too, but there are too many people in the manor, and the servants can't keep up." Yu Qing stared at Yueling for half a second, then sighed and said, "Yueling, I'm sorry." Yueling covered her mouth and laughed, "I'm not weak; it's just a little help. Brother Qing, you're too kind." Yu Qing's face darkened for a moment, then immediately broke into a smile and said, "Then go ahead. Those young men will probably be head over heels for you again." Yueling gave a reproachful look and gracefully left.

Yu Qing watched his wife's beautiful back, but there was no joy on his face. Was it because of the upcoming birthday banquet? Was it to unite the various gangs and factions? Or was she preoccupied with something else?

The moment Yue Ling appeared, carrying tea and snacks, the noise in the hall dissipated. The older generation, maintaining their composure, didn't cast more than a few glances at the leader's wife. The younger generation, however, kept glancing at this fairy-like Yue Ling while keeping their heads down. Her beautiful face seemed otherworldly, her long, egg-yolk-colored dress, her graceful figure

, her eyes rippling like lake water, her gentle smile—the person who accompanied the moon on the lotus-covered lake, in the Flowing Light Pavilion, was now before them; how could they not be moved? Even the women couldn't help but sigh, thinking that only a hero like Yu Qing was worthy of such a beauty.

The tea and snacks were served, and everyone stood to accept them. Many of the younger ones, their minds focused on Yue Ling, naturally became somewhat sloppy in their manners, inevitably earning a stern reprimand from their elders. After serving the tea and snacks, Yue Ling gave a graceful bow and left the reception area. Her previously relaxed brows furrowed. Her husband's thoughts remained unspoken. After so many years of marriage, Yue Ling instinctively knew this matter was extremely important. Several times she wanted to ask, but swallowed her words. Yu Qing was, after all, the leader of a gang; perhaps he was also mindful of her feelings, which was why he hadn't told her. She could only hope everything would be alright, gazing silently at the tranquil Lotus Lake.

"Madam, is...is there something you need?" A-Ping's voice was timid; it was rare for him to muster the courage to speak to his wife. Yue Ling smiled and said, "Nothing, A-Ping, thank you." A-Ping nodded and was about to bow his head and walk away.

Yue Ling said, "Aping, stand tall. You'll be formally becoming the master's disciple in a couple of days. How can you be so timid?" Aping trembled and said in a shaking voice, "Madam, I...I...I really don't have the ability to be your disciple, I..." Yue Ling walked towards him and said, "Aping, you've followed the master for so many years, and I've been with you for three years. Could we have misjudged you?" Aping suddenly looked up. Yue Ling looked at him, and her smile was no longer a polite one, but full of warmth. Aping was stunned, tears suddenly streaming down his face. He knelt down and said, "Aping, I really don't know how to repay you, Master and Madam." Yue Ling was startled and quickly helped Aping up, saying, "Don't be like that, Aping. There's no need to mention repayment. Leave the kneeling to your master." Aping nodded repeatedly, wiped his nose, bowed to Yue Ling, and left on his own.

Ah Ping was so honest and kind. Taking him as a disciple was like adding a pillar to the family, Yue Ling thought with a smile as she watched Ah Ping's retreating figure. This Yunmeng Manor, from now on, would be a place of happiness for her and Yu Qing, just like it was now.

Yu Qing, the other half of their happiness, stood quietly alone in the study, gazing at the pot of daffodils on the table.

Because she loved daffodils, she had changed the pot every so often since marrying Qin Yue Ling. A gentle breeze wafted in through the cracks in the doors and windows, and the delicate daffodils nodded, once, twice, three times. After nodding countless times, Yu Qing suddenly called out, "Zhang Ting, please invite Master Yan to the study for a chat." With that, Yu Qing let out a long sigh.

She turned around, looking at her weathered hands, and gently clenched her fists.

"Master Yan has arrived." A voice and footsteps came from outside the door. The Taiping Gang was always very efficient. "Please come in." With that, Yu Qing's tense expression relaxed.

Wiping his sweat, A-Ping went to greet the guests again. The busy work from morning till night would leave the other servants looking weary. But A-Ping was overjoyed. Ever since Yu Qing rescued him from a ditch ten years ago, he often doubted whether it was all a dream. Countless times he dreamt of biting winds, stench of garbage, and distorted faces, waking from nightmares countless times. Finally, his heart gradually calmed down. When Yu Qing wanted to take him as a disciple, these dreams suddenly vanished. Home, he had a home now, A-Ping murmured to himself. The pain of the past gradually faded, and the smiles of Yu Qing and Qin Yueling were the clearest and warmest things before him.

The voices of the martial arts figures around him reached A-Ping's ears. He couldn't understand a word before, but recently Yu Qing had taught him a lot of common sense about the martial world, and he could understand the gist of it.

"Chief Yu is truly young and promising. It's been a long time since I've seen so many people gathered together," an old man from the Kongtong Sect said, stroking his beard.

"It seems the Taiping Gang will soon be the number one gang in the martial arts world. Hey, do you think Chief Yu might want to become the leader of the martial arts alliance?" someone chimed in.

"What martial arts alliance leader? There are no common enemies in the martial arts world now, what use is an alliance leader?" the old man said disdainfully. "Back in the day, when the Golden Sands Gang and the Star Cult were still around..." the old man rambled on, recounting past glories. Everyone around him showed disdain, though they dared not show it out of politeness. But a young man said, "Isn't there a Purple Smoke Valley? It's quite mysterious, isn't it?" Purple Smoke Valley? The master seemed to have mentioned that name before; it seemed like a very mysterious place, Ah Ping thought to himself.

Everyone laughed. A middle-aged man said, "That place is just shrouded in mist and rarely visited. Nobody knows what's there. How can it compare to the countless murders committed by a gang and a sect back then?" The young man disagreed, saying, "Legend has it that someone accidentally wandered here and never returned. It's said that a master has gone into seclusion to practice martial arts, and that strange beasts roam here." The other man scoffed, "Purple Smoke Valley is located on the Shu Road, a treacherous place. An accident is perfectly normal. It's just a rumor, not to be believed." The older generation of martial arts practitioners nodded in agreement, but the young man remained unconvinced. Amidst the chatter, Ah Ping had already left to prepare food elsewhere. As

dusk approached, it was time to discuss important matters. The leaders of various gangs rose and headed to the council hall. Instead of the gang leader Yu Qing, they were greeted by his advisor, Yan Wuji. Yan Wuji said, "Please sit down, everyone. The gang leader will be here shortly." They sat down in turn, but after half an incense stick's time, Yu Qing was nowhere to be seen. The seasoned and prudent elders remained composed, while the younger ones, in their prime, showed signs of displeasure.

Jin Tianding, the chief镖头 (head镖师) of the Golden Lion Escort Agency, was known for his fiery temper. Unable to contain himself, he rose, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Master Yan, we have all been waiting for so long, yet the Chief has not shown himself. I, Jin Tianding, am not bothered, but perhaps I have been somewhat disrespectful to you esteemed seniors." Yan Wuji's face remained as sturdy as a stone slab. He said calmly, "Chief镖头, please be patient. I will go and inquire about it." He beckoned a disciple, whispered a few words to him, and the man left.

This journey took another half an incense stick's time, and even the Emei Sect nuns and Kongtong Sect elders were starting to lose their composure. Yan Wuji, who had been sitting upright, now looked slightly embarrassed and stood up, saying, "I hope you seniors will forgive me and allow me to go myself..." Before he could finish speaking, the disciple who had just gone ahead suddenly ran over and whispered a few words in Yan Wuji's ear. Yan Wuji's expression changed, and he said, "Wait a moment," before following the disciple. Jin Tianding couldn't sit still any longer and suddenly stood up and followed. The disciples exchanged glances, not daring to stop him given his fierce and angry demeanor.

After a few steps, Jin Tianding saw Yan Wuji facing a tightly closed door and whispered, "Chief, the various sects have been waiting for a long time. Please come to the council hall." He said several more words, but there was no response. Yan Wuji's face, already stiff, became even more unsightly. Jin Tianding stepped forward with his head held high and said, "Chief Yu, I am Jin Tianding. I can't possibly refuse to see an old friend." Yan Wuji turned around and said coldly, "Chief Escort Jin, this is important territory for the Taiping Gang. I hope the Chief Escort will show some respect." Jin Tianding chuckled and said, "Chief Yu has invited me to his study many times. What's the big deal?" After saying that, he actually went to push open the door. Yan Wuji's expression changed, and his five fingers, like claws, grabbed Jin Tianding's wrist. The chief escort of the largest escort agency in Jiangnan was not someone to be trifled with. He immediately flipped his wrist to intercept. Yan Wuji had no intention of fighting back and immediately withdrew his hand.

Jin Tianding said, "Master Yan, even if you call like this for half a year, the Chief might not come out. What if he suffers a qi deviation?" Yan Wuji sneered, "Why would the Chief practice martial arts at this time..." Jin Tianding stood up and said,

"Perhaps it's a sudden illness. In any case, staying here isn't a solution. I'm on good terms with the Chief, so it won't matter if I disturb him." Yan Wuji remained silent, then nodded helplessly. Jin Tianding gave him a strong push and went inside.

Just as Yan Wuji was about to look inside, Jin Tianding suddenly roared, deafeningly loud, and rushed onto the desk. Yan Wuji immediately rushed in, and upon seeing what was on the desk, even with his good composure, he couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

The desk was covered in blood, and a severed hand was clearly visible. The black iron ring on the finger was the token of the Taiping Gang Chief. Jin Tianding stammered, "This, this..." Yan Wuji snorted angrily and raised his voice, "Disciples, block the way out of the manor! Black Tiger, White Dragon, come with me! Little Four, call the Chief's wife to the study!" Before he finished speaking, he stomped his feet, burst through the window, and looked around, finding nothing suspicious. Jin Tianding exclaimed, "This, is this Chief Yu's hand?" Yan Wuji's face was ashen. He didn't say a word, leaping into the study to examine the severed hand closely. It was broad and thick, with strangely protruding knuckles—the appearance of someone who had mastered the Broken Gold Finger technique. The black iron finger rings were undoubtedly the symbol of the gang. Seeing his expression, Jin Tianding, though silent, knew something was terribly wrong. He looked up to the sky and sighed, "Who, who has this ability?" Yan Wuji's voice was hoarse as he said, "When the madam arrives, we'll...we'll see again to know if it's true..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

Qin Yueling stared at the severed hand before her, as if struck by lightning, speechless. Her tender red lips were now bloodless, and her delicate body trembled slightly, almost unable to stand, requiring the support of a maid beside her.

Yan Wuji nodded and whispered, "Madam, is this... perhaps..."

Yue Ling's ethereal voice sounded so desolate now as she said, "Yes, it is indeed Qing... the gang leader's..." Yan Wuji nodded and said to the maid, "Help Madam to rest." Yue Ling closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling. Yan Wuji looked at her, his eyes even showing pity, and said, "Madam, there's no need to worry too much. The gang leader may only have lost a hand; his life may be safe." Yue Ling gave a bitter smile and hissed, "Thank you, Master. I hope you can handle this." Yan Wuji solemnly said, "Madam, rest assured, I swear to find the gang leader." The porcelain plate in his hand fell to the ground, and the flying shards cut his skin. A-Ping, however, felt nothing. Master, no, Master, something had happened to him. In his heart, Master had always been an incarnation of a god; he had never imagined that anything could happen to him. Upon hearing the news, he almost thought he was dreaming again. Ignoring the chaotic crowd around him, A-Ping strode forward, desperately rushing towards the study.

The study was already surrounded by members of the Taiping Gang, their faces showing fear, grief, and confusion—a variety of emotions. But even all of them combined probably didn't share A-Ping's anxiety. He seemed oblivious to the gang members, pushing his way in, only to be immediately grabbed by a disciple who said, "You can't go in now. Master Yan is searching with his men." A-Ping was about to push his way in when he heard Yue Ling's voice beside him: "A-Ping, it's no use going in. Master Yan is watching the gang leader's affairs; nothing... nothing will happen." A-Ping turned around. The usually elegant and refined Yue Ling now looked so haggard. A-Ping's throat tightened, forcing back tears. He supported his wife, saying, "Madam, please come inside and rest." Yue Ling nodded, looking at the bustling crowd, her heart filled with bewilderment. Her premonition had come true; her husband's whereabouts were now unknown. The severed hand... Yue Ling closed her eyes, trying her best not to think about that horrific scene.

Night fell, it was already midnight, and although all the guests had left, Yunmeng Manor was still brightly lit. The token had already been sent by fast horse to each branch, and the entire martial arts world was in an uproar. With Yu Qing's martial arts skills, to be able to sever his hand in Yunmeng Manor without anyone noticing... there were only a handful of people in the martial arts world with such skills. But the leaders of Wudang and Shaolin would not do such a thing. The once-missing great demon Hua Yuntian might be able to, but how could he suddenly reappear after disappearing for more than ten years?

Three days passed in a flash, without a single piece of news. The Taiping Gang was already in a state of chaos, and the shock in the martial arts world was unimaginable.

The moonlight grew stronger, and Yue Ling sat blankly by the window, looking at the Liuguang Pavilion where she had spent the day with her husband. Thinking of her husband's voice and smile, her heart ached, and she couldn't help but gently cover her chest with her hand. She knew that her husband had always had something on his mind. What could be causing Yu Qing such worry? He's lost an arm and his whereabouts are unknown… Yue Ling sighed softly, turning to the distraught A Ping beside her and saying, “A Ping, go and rest. I'm fine.” A Ping seemed not to hear her, remaining silent for a long while before reacting, shaking his head repeatedly, saying,

“No, Master is nowhere to be found. I… I must stay with Madam.” Yue Ling smiled slightly,

“Don't worry about me, A Ping. You've been busy all day; you have to get up early tomorrow.” Although A Ping was unwilling, he dared not disobey Yue Ling.

Back at their residence, A Ping thought of Yu Qing's great kindness, his blood boiling, pacing back and forth in his room. His fists clenched, he only regretted not becoming a disciple a few years later; otherwise, with martial arts skills, he wouldn't have had to watch helplessly as his master disappeared and his master's wife suffered.

Thinking this, he actually drifted off to sleep.

As soon as A Ping left, Yue Ling could no longer bear it, a single tear silently wetting her fair cheek. Gently wiping away her tears, Yue Ling rose and sat on the bed, staring at the pillows side by side, her mind in turmoil. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Yue Ling took a breath and tried to remain calm as she asked, "What is it?" "Madam, Master Yan requests a meeting."

"Alright, I'll be there shortly." Could there be some news? Yue Ling was startled, and after slightly adjusting her clothes, she was followed.

Inside the council hall, Yan Wuji sat upright, his face still expressionless. Seeing Yue Ling arrive, he waved for his followers to leave and said, "Madam, I have been searching for a long time, and now I have some leads." "Master, you've worked hard. What news is there?" Yue Ling asked joyfully.

"Don't rush, Madam, please sit down."

Although Yue Ling was somewhat impatient, her excellent manners allowed her to simply nod and sit gracefully. The sunlight flickered slightly, reflecting the uncertain emotions on her face. The inner hall, a place for discussing confidential matters, was eerily quiet. Facing someone so unsmiling, Yue Ling maintained her elegant smile, despite the deep sorrow in her eyes.

Yan Wuji finally spoke, "Madam, according to my investigation, it doesn't seem like an outsider's doing." Yue Ling was taken aback, then said, "Does the advisor mean…?" "It's probably a mole within the gang."

"But who would? Our gang is quite a large one now, surely someone is dissatisfied with the leader?" Yan Wuji suddenly sighed, saying, "Madam, you may not know, but our gang's reputation is at its peak, but unfortunately, our finances have been in deficit for a long time. Forgive my bluntness, but the leader's public-spiritedness is indeed a good thing, and our gang's prosperity is indeed due to this. It's a pity that we spend more money than we earn. If we can't hold on for more than three months, I'm afraid we won't even be able to keep our members." Yue Ling looked worried. Sure enough, her husband often spent money to help others. She sometimes worried too, but she always felt that Yu Qing knew what was going on. She paused for a moment, then said, "This matter is indeed due to the leader's improper actions, but finding the leader is the most important thing right now." Yan Wuji didn't answer, but paused, then said, "The leader's disappearance, in a way, isn't necessarily a bad thing." Even Yue Ling, who was usually calm, couldn't help but change color upon hearing this, and said sharply, "What do you mean by that, Master? How is this a good thing?" Yan Wuji's tone remained normal, and he said, "The leader recently made a promise and spent a large sum of money, and the gang's treasury is already in dire straits. If the leader disappears, others will not pursue the matter out of consideration for others. Only then can the gang's foundation be preserved." Yue Ling suddenly stood up and said, "Master Yan, are you saying that the leader's disappearance is a blessing for the gang? Could it be..." Yan Wuji just looked at her and said coldly, "The leader is in my hands, Madam, please calm down." Yue Ling felt a wave of dizziness. So that's how it is. Yan Wuji's martial arts were only slightly inferior to Qing's. If he suddenly attacked, her husband would be easily caught off guard and fall into a trap. Yu Qing's recent serious demeanor suggests he may have already sensed something amiss. The gang's second-in-command is plotting something sinister; no wonder Yu Qing is so unsettled.

An ordinary woman, if not collapsing in tears, would have already lost her composure. Yue Ling, however, quickly recovered, though her face was pale and her body trembled. Her elegance remained, her bearing unchanged, and her beautiful eyes still dared to meet his gaze directly, her tone showing no fear.

"Is what you say true, Master?"

"Absolutely true."

"The leader is currently..."

"He has lost an arm, but his life is not in danger. He is being guarded by my trusted men."

"What are your intentions, Master?" "

For the sake of the gang's great cause..." Yan Wuji suddenly laughed. Such a smile on his face was truly chilling. "A power struggle, what's so strange about you, Madam?" "The truth cannot be hidden forever. I'm afraid it won't be as you wish, Master." "No, Madam is my witness..." Yan Wuji's gaze lingered brazenly on Yue Ling's exquisite body. Yue Ling shivered, a chill running through her heart.

Yan Wuji continued, "Madam, you only need to appear as usual. I will not be the gang leader, but will continue to be my advisor and do my best to find the gang leader. There will be no problem. Madam, the key lies with you." Yue Ling asked, "Why is the advisor so certain that I will help him?" "Madam, your husband is in my hands. With just one word from me, the gang leader will be beheaded. You surely do not wish for that." Yue Ling took a deep breath and said, "I want to see the gang leader."

Yan Wuji nodded, pressed something on the wall, and a hidden door slowly opened.

The gloomy passage was only lit by a few scattered lights. Yue Ling followed behind Yan Wuji, feeling as if she were walking in the underworld. After living there for so many years, she never expected that Yunmeng Manor would have such a place. Unlike the elegant and magnificent place above, here, there were only dark and cold walls and a foul, damp smell.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and Yan Wuji's voice came, "We've arrived." Yue Ling's vision went black, and even the faintest light was extinguished. The tunnel, devoid of light and sound, made even Yue Ling tremble.

"Yue... Yue Ling... is that you?" It seemed to come from a distant place; Yue Ling heard Yu Qing's whisper. Her eyes reddened, and she stammered, "It's me, my husband, are you... are you alright?" "Yue Ling... I'm fine, be... careful..." Yu Qing's words were cut short by Yan Wuji:

"Alright, that's enough, Madam. Now you know the gang leader is indeed in my hands, right?" Yue Ling held back her tears and said, "Yes, but you can't treat my husband like this, this place..." Yan Wuji interrupted, "Don't worry, Gang Leader Yu is well-fed and clothed. As long as you obey my orders, Madam, you'll be fine." Yue Ling desperately tried to hear her husband's voice again, even just his breath, but alas, she couldn't find even the faintest sound.

Back in the council hall, Yue Ling still looked haggard, but at least her husband was alive, which brought her some relief. Yan Wuji also came out and closed the tunnel. The two sat down again.

"Master, things have come to this. What are your orders?" Yue Ling pondered, first feigning compliance, then finding an opportunity to contact her friends in the martial arts world.

"Easy. As long as someone asks in the future, just say that Master Yan has been searching for help. I will tell Madam the specifics." "Alright, then I'll go back first. Master, my husband cannot be imprisoned in such a terrible place." Yue Ling stood up, ready to leave, not wanting to stay by this man's side for even a moment longer.

"Madam is right," Yan Wuji said slowly. "The gang leader is extremely weak right now. If he doesn't receive immediate medical attention, his life is in danger." Yue Ling suddenly gripped her clothes tightly and said sharply, "Yan Wuji, what do you mean?" Yan Wuji revealed that repulsive smile again and said, "Madam, the night is long. Why don't you stay and keep me company tonight? If you please me, I will order that the gang leader be well cared for. Otherwise..." Yue Ling's vision went black, and she trembled as she said, "You, you dare! Kill the gang leader..." "So what, Madam? Yan Wuji dared to do this mostly for your sake. Otherwise, why would I tell you the gang leader's whereabouts?" Yan Wuji's rock-solid face was now twisted like a venomous snake. "Madam, think it over carefully. If you refuse, both the gang leader and you will die. Although I might be suspected, I have my own ways. As long as you agree, I guarantee your safety, and you can see each other every month." Seeing Yue Ling's pale face, Yan Wuji continued:

"Madam, this is between you and me, what does it matter?

The life of the gang leader is in your hands."

Yue Ling's tears finally fell, sliding down her fair cheeks, across her delicate neck, soaking her clothes. In her blurry vision, she seemed to see her husband's smiling face, hear his cries, and feel his pain.

She slowly closed her eyes. The vile serpent slowly approached, coiling around the fairy's delicate body... Her pale yellow dress slipped to the ground, her white bodice was thrown away, and Yue Ling stood quietly like a wooden sculpture, as if she had already gone to another world. Yan Wuji didn't care. The naked body before him was smooth and delicate, like the finest warm jade, like the softest silk. Her hair was still tied up in a bun, the last remaining restraint. Her snow-white neck, shoulders, and arms were flawless. Those breasts, which countless men wouldn't even dare to dream of, were so firm, so round, possessing both the freshness of a young girl and the allure of maturity. Her pink nipples, like newly ripened grapes, revealed glistening, fresh flesh after being peeled, a sight to behold.

Her flat stomach was devoid of any bothersome fat, and the curve of her waist was so alluring that even the willows by the river in early spring would yearn for it. Her long, white legs, tightly closed, revealed a mysterious glimpse of black between them, even in the dim candlelight.

Yan Wuji's breathing quickened. Like Yue Ling's fairy-like face, this delicate body was something even a true celestial being would envy.

Yan Wuji was stunned. Yue Ling's naked body was not just beautiful, it was almost sacred. Had Yan Wuji succumbed to this beauty, losing all desire to violate her? No, Yue Ling felt her hands firmly grasped, her body thrown onto the bed. Even as she desperately suppressed her fear, her body trembled. This vulnerability seemed to only fuel Yan Wuji's desire, and he immediately pinned her down. She could no longer shed tears. "Qing-ge, I'm sorry, I... just treat it as a nightmare, and silently endure it."

Her intimacy with her husband was always cautious, almost like a respectful exchange. Yu Qing was always afraid of hurting his wife's beautiful body; every caress was so gentle, even the entry was so slow. There was no wild desire, only the nourishing warmth of tenderness.

But now, Yue Ling felt like a prostitute, a female animal. Yan Wuji was almost brutally squeezing her delicate breasts, biting and sucking, without any pleasure, only pain—physical and mental pain. Her legs were roughly spread apart, her unmoistened labia forcibly parted, and his wicked penis mercilessly plunged deep into her sacred body, defiling the sanctuary of wife and husband.

It wasn't just defiling, it was destroying. Each thrust felt like being sawed open. Yue Ling couldn't imagine sex could be so violent. She couldn't bear it, groaning in pain, resisting helplessly. But each groan brought stronger thrusts, each resistance brought more vicious invasion. Her flawless body was ravaged by huge hands and gnawed by teeth. All Yue Ling could do was tightly close her lips, preventing that disgusting tongue from invading.

Yan Wuji shouted loudly. Yue Ling felt a warm impact deep within her body. She knew what it was, she knew what it meant. Even the last vestige of a wife's dignity had been torn apart. "Qing-ge, I'm defiled. I... I'm sorry." Yue Ling fainted. At this moment, besides this pitiful movement, she had no way to resist the boundless pain.

Yan Wuji silently gazed at the ravaged body beneath him. That once pure body was now disheveled and weeping. The white fluid slowly flowing from her flower-like lips was the ugly mark he had branded upon himself. He laughed, laughed so wildly. He had never laughed like this in his life, never felt so satisfied. Thinking of what was about to happen, he laughed even more happily. The happier he was, the more tragic Yue Ling's fate would become...

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