[Human Past Events] (4)

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"Central Empire, Jiangdu

" The wind whispers in my ear / My eyes are already blurred with tears / Drunk, lying in the city that never sleeps / Look, neon lights everywhere…

…" A melodious and melancholic tune awakens Yang Tianming from his deep sleep.

Hehe, this J-35 plane is quite humane, even the alarm clock is so artistic and sentimental.

The city that never sleeps has arrived.

Jiangdu has endured countless sleepless nights, and although it is now six o'clock in the morning, the main roads are already

crowded with people and traffic, as if they never need to rest. Kyoto is called "

Dadu" because of its vast area, while Jiangdu, although not large in area, is regarded as "Shangdu" by the world because of its high-end and classy style.

Yang Tianming quickly flew over the main urban area Lingtai, passed the garrison of the First Army Group, and arrived at a naval base.

After a four-hour flight, traversing the Silk Road, the J-35… 35. The aircraft landed smoothly on

the deck , washing away the grime.

A female lieutenant greeted him, dressed in a crisp naval uniform that clung to her body,

highlighting her well-trained figure. Thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a face made up—she had clearly been made up. With a

smile, she respectfully said, "Special Envoy, welcome back."

Special Envoy? Oh, so those Russians gave him the title of National Security Commission special envoy to Russia for negotiations. "

Ahem," Yang Tianming feigned composure, and accompanied by the lieutenant, disembarked, mimicking a superior's tone, asking, "

How are the preparations for the SCO summit going? I'm going to Lingtai now.

" "Everything is ready. You can transfer to Jiangdong International Airport now." The female lieutenant lowered her head shyly

in front of . Yang Tianming understood her meaning but pretended not to, continuing

towards the heliport.

Yang Tianming boarded the helicopter on the Chiyou... The 20 helicopters arrived at the naval base's underground rapid transit tunnel.

This was a straight tunnel using electromagnetic propulsion. Yang Tianming entered the protective capsule, and under the influence of a 5-ton magnetic field

, the capsule was "launched." A few minutes later, they had arrived

at the underground level .

The capsule docked in a room. Yang Tianming emerged from the capsule and could already hear the commotion outside.

He passed through several rooms and finally saw the crowds on the subway platform. He carefully closed the door and noticed a sign

that read, "Unauthorized personnel prohibited." The Jiangdu subway platform was bustling with people from

all walks of life, shoulder squeezing

onto the Jiangdu subway were mostly lower-middle-class individuals—a mix of immortals, demons, humans, and monsters—various small organizations mingling among them, their only deterrent the security guards stationed at the platform. Yang Tianming had bypassed official

channels to avoid cumbersome identity checks and prevent any slip-ups.

A gaunt young man approached Yang Tianming, displaying several identical watches on his wrist, and

whispered, "Hey buddy, want the newly released [Xingwei Glory 95]? 800 each." Yang Tianming pretended

to ignore him, and seeing the subway approaching, he prepared to board. The young man chased after him, shouting, "Scissors

watches, only 500! One-cut deal, wanna try?"

The subway was filled with all sorts of people; those with sallow complexions and rough clothes were the lower class—legally, they were called humans;

illegally, they were called monsters. Those with poor natural features who rely on makeup to maintain their looks are usually bewitching women who made their fortunes through shady businesses,

while those with beautiful faces who can be stunning with just a little makeup are fairies born into wealthy families. Take, for example,

the girl in front of him, who looked like a high school student in her early 17s. She wore an exquisite sailor uniform, black knee-high stockings, and white-

soled shoes. Her face was rosy and plump; she didn't need makeup—it was naturally fair and delicate, without any adornment. Yang Tianming

chuckled inwardly, "My god, I just saw a genuine navy sailor."

"Hey bro, bro." Yang Tianming heard someone speaking in his ear and turned to see a

heavily made-up woman in her early twenties. Thick foundation smoothed out her wrinkles, and the false eyelashes and colored contact lenses made

her eyes look very strange. The woman leaned close, saying shyly, "Hey bro, want to play around? 5 yuan for a touch

, 50 yuan for a kiss." The woman blinked her right eye and bit her red lips.

The woman probably had no idea how she appeared in Yang Tianming's eyes, only making him feel nauseous. "Get lost,

believe me or not, I'll kill you!" Yang Tianming glared angrily, his expression fierce. The woman seemed surprised, putting on an

affected expression, "What? We're just strangers, even if we don't do business, we're still friends." She glanced at the high school girl next to Yang

Tianming , thinking she understood what was going on, and wisely left to find someone else

to "do business" with.

Having shooed away the annoying fly, Yang Tianming began to think about how to deal with this pure and beautiful prey.

Using the subway's acceleration and deceleration, Yang Tianming swayed and stood directly behind the girl. The girl leaned against

the handrail on the wall, while Yang Tianming held onto the wall above her, almost as if he were enveloping her.

To his left was a black guy listening to music with his eyes closed, and to his right was a white guy preparing for his CFA exam. This

was undoubtedly a golden opportunity; no one noticed him. Now, Yang Tianming was about to savor this female student

.

The girl had long, flowing black hair, silky and cool, exuding a delicate fragrance. It was like a budding flower,

carrying a sweet, youthful aroma. Her blue and white silk top revealed glimpses of her body.

Her arms, accentuated by the short sleeves, were like porcelain, radiant and alluring, making one want to rush forward and bite them. Her slender waist

swayed , slightly upturned buttocks, and the skirt that covered them. Below were her thighs, far longer than her arms,

appearing even whiter under the black stockings that went past her knees, making them even more tempting. The silky, semi-transparent black stockings outlined her

exquisite legs. Her white shoes concealed a pair of feet, only a glimpse visible.

"Such a tender girl must be the class beauty and the school beauty," Yang Tianming thought to himself.

The girl had her back to Yang Tianming.

"Give me a footjob." Yang Tianming had this thought.

"No, I'll try doggy style first." Another thought popped into his head.

"╮(╯▽╰)╭ If she were facing me, I'd probably want her to give me oral sex, and then I

'd pick her up and fuck her hard." Yang Tianming began to tease his desires. But doing it too

intensely might be detrimental to the main purpose.

The female student was almost half a head shorter than Yang Tianming. Yang Tianming lowered his head slightly, and could shamelessly smell the girl's...

The sweet fragrance lingered in her beautiful hair. A pair of delicate ears connected her smooth neck, but Yang Tianming dared not blow on them to disturb her.

Yang Tianming, tired from holding up his arms, lowered them to stretch and rest, when the subway

suddenly slowed, pressing him tightly against the girl's back. He slightly bent his knees, lowering his height so

his legs were just enough to sandwich the girl's legs, while his already aroused penis, through two layers of clothing,

rested on the girl's buttocks. Yang Tianming went even further, pretending to lose his balance, and wrapped his arms around

the girl's slender waist from behind. The girl was probably startled. Yang Tianming, quick-witted, complained softly, "Sigh,

how much longer until we get home, little sister?"

"Brother? Brother and sister?" The girl was confused, turning her head to look at the

happy-looking blushed instantly. A rosy blush spread across her fair, plump cheeks. A few words escaped from her peach-

like lips: "Brother, brother?"

"Huh? This girl isn't trying to take advantage of me, is she?" Yang Tianming chuckled inwardly. The subway

started accelerating. Yang Tianming leaned back, lowering himself further, quickly unzipping his pants and pulling out

his thick, red penis, its veins bulging and throbbing. Before the subway could slow down, Yang Tianming

thrust his penis between the girl's legs, below her genitals. The subway vibrated, and

Yang Tianming thrust in and out against the girl's soft thighs.

The girl slowly leaned against Yang Tianming, as if wanting to nestle in his arms. She

grasped . What delicate hands! Yang Tianming's burning penis

could feel those fingers through the skirt. The girl used her fine silk skirt to manipulate the penis

between her legs, whispering, "Brother is still the same as before, so impatient." "

She's taken the bait?!" Yang Tianming was overjoyed. That dress was definitely not from an ordinary store; this

girl must go to a prestigious school. The material of the dress was so good that it immediately

triggered his arousal under the girl's caresses. Fortunately, Yang Tianming was a seasoned veteran and held his temper well, but no matter what, he continued

to hold the girl, burying his face in her hair, acting like a wild beast, lightly kissing her neck and inhaling her

fragrance.

"Ha... um... ha... um," the girl breathed softly, her voice so delicate and alluring

, almost melting into Yang Tianming's heart. "Brother, where have you been all this time? I missed you so much."

The girl turned around, licked Yang Tianming's lips with her tongue, and then bit down. Yang Tianming felt a little

pain and quickly used his tongue to pry open the girl's lips and teeth, their tongues swirling and intertwining in the sweet saliva

. "Hmm—ha—ah," the girl gasped for breath, her soft panting intensifying, but

afraid of being noticed by others, she escaped from Yang Tianming's mouth, slightly nodding, her lips tightly closed,

staring innocently at Yang Tianming with her large, watery eyes.

Yang Tianming's heart pounded. The innocent girl who had turned her back to him and then turned around directly hit Yang

Tianming 's sweet spot.

"Tell me, where have you been all this time? I couldn't find you in Academy City, and you didn't answer my calls,

" the girl said.

Hearing this, Yang Tianming felt dizzy and lightheaded, some distant images flashing before his eyes,

but he couldn't see them clearly. "What? Academy City?" Yang Tianming was completely confused. "Academy

City!" Yang Tianming recalled this seemingly distant name. Good heavens, could this girl

know him?!

"You, who are you?" Yang Tianming asked cautiously, his face full of surprise.

"Huh? You're still pretending not to know me, how annoying! I'm ignoring you." The girl turned around, released her hand, and

tried to push Yang Tianming away.

Yang Tianming gradually began to remember. This pretty girl in front of him seemed, probably, should be,

but he wasn't sure.

"Yi Han," Yang Tianming whispered in the girl's ear.

"Annoying. You said you didn't know me? Go away, take your filth away." "The girl was still struggling.

It was his own younger sister. That's what Yang Tianming's memory told him. Yang Yihan. (As for why Yang and Yang,

Yang Tianming couldn't tell the difference at this moment and didn't even notice this detail.)

But how could he explain it? He still had to go to Lingtai to handle some business later. Besides, how could his sister be on

the crowded subway? If he hadn't gotten a seat first, she would probably have been

taken advantage of by all sorts of scoundrels. If he left now, something would definitely happen to his sister. What should he do?

Yang Tianming made a desperate decision and had no choice but to resort to this tactic. He continued to push Ding Ri into his sister's warm skirt, lowered

his body, and used his lower body to clamp down on his sister's two long, black-stockinged legs that she was trying to avoid. Then he grabbed his sister's slender hands and

continued to masturbate his Ding Ri through the skirt. Yang Tianming pressed tightly against his sister's back, rested his head on her

fragrant shoulder , and breathed softly in her ear: "Yihan, listen to me, I love you, I love you, I

like you so much." "You're not allowed to take the bus or the subway anymore!" Yang Tianming's actions became more intense. But his sister

clearly didn't want to help him anymore and struggled to break free. Yang Tianming grabbed his sister's hand and gritted

his teeth, uttering, "Did you hear me? Don't ever come to places like this again!"

Through her skirt, Yang Tianming grabbed his sister's hand and brought it to his

penis . Once, twice, three times, four times... Stimulated by the friction between her skirt and his sister's thigh, by

the pleasure of touching her smooth, delicate hand, and by Yang Tianming's burning desire to ejaculate, Yang Tianming, almost frantically

trying to suppress his voice, made a sound in his sister's... Whispering sweet nothings in her ear: "Yihan, you're the most beautiful... I love

you so much... I really... I really... Yihan... Yihan... Yihan—"

The shameless brother ejaculated inside his sister's skirt, some of the liquid seeping out and staining Yihan

's palm. Yang Tianming released his grip, retrieved his penis, quickly wiped it dry with the back of his skirt, stuffed it back

into his pants, and turned to disappear into the crowd.

Yang Yihan turned around and found her brother was gone. It seemed like it was all just a dream, except for the warm

liquid on her palm. "Brother is disgusting," the sister said, sniffing her palm with disgust and then licking it with her tongue.

"Delicious. Where is my brother going this time? When can we meet again?" The younger sister took out a tissue and wiped

the hot semen off her skirt, but unfortunately, it was too much to wipe clean, leaving semen stains. A strong masculine scent wafted out, and

the people around Yang Yihan showed uncomfortable and nauseous expressions, trying to move away.

Yang Tianming walked two carriages and stopped, looking in the direction of his sister from afar, although he could no longer see her

.

Next to Yang Tianming was a group of people in suits. A white-collar worker with gold-rimmed glasses said mysteriously: "

Do you know, a few days ago, the Rothschilds held their annual meeting in the City of London, inviting a lot of big shots

, even Prince Charles went. The world's most secretive tycoons." The people around him

echoed ." But then a slightly chubby man with short hair and glasses said disdainfully, "I just attended a meeting in Luxembourg not long ago, it was

the annual meeting of the Biddleberg Club." People around cast envious glances. A seemingly sophisticated white-collar woman

asked, "Let's get down to business, Mr. Zhao. Can you give us a heads-up so we can make some money?"

Hearing this, Yang Tianming knew he shouldn't have listened further and turned to continue walking. Mr. Zhao

glanced at the people around him—mostly ordinary folks—and said, "

Don't get involved in zero-sum games like futures and forex. Let's go for positive-sum games like stocks." Once Yang Tianming was out of sight, the slightly overweight Mr. Zhao

whispered, "SAIC Motor. There's definitely potential." The "

fat guy" spoke so softly, but it still didn't escape Yang Tianming's ears. Just

as the organization had said, the people from Biddleberg and the Rothschilds were nothing more than some fallen, marginalized nobles,

using a guise of mystery to do petty things. The rise and fall of powerful families is unpredictable;

the people in the Thirty-Three Heavens have changed countless times.

Thinking of this, Shirley is going to Zurich, Switzerland today for the annual meeting of the Financial 30, she should be able to persuade

the ECB president to begin large-scale easing, right? If she uses her position for personal revenge, I... The Dark Coin quest is

impossible to complete.

Exiting the subway and arriving above ground, in "Lingtai Fangcun," the most bustling area of Jiangdu

, several towering skyscrapers stretched as far as the eye could see. Looking back at Jiangdu, and even the entire country from sea level, this place

resembled several giant dicks.

The air quality was terrible. The temperature had risen to 30 degrees Celsius, and the smog had begun to gather again.

Although electric vehicles were now widely available in Jiangdu,

no ; or perhaps, those who did understand remained silent. Despite the potential threat of cancer,

immortals and demons still scramble to make money in this land where every inch of land costs a million. The fairies, due to the smog

, are aging faster and faster with their delicate skin, relying on companies to develop newer and more aggressive skincare products

to maintain their fleeting youth. Only the gods and Buddhas, avoiding the smog on Earth, reside in the higher and more distant Nine

Heavens—the tops of skyscrapers invisible to the naked eye. They have transcended the troposphere and reached the stratosphere, where they have built new air systems and

ecosystems. The Nine Heavens consist of various cloud-shrouded skyscraper tops. The islands resembled celestial islands floating on a sea of clouds

. And those ants and mayflies looking down upon Lingtai from the heavens must have a different kind of feeling.

News and advertisements scrolled across the large screen in Lingtai Square. Beautifully dressed female anchors

solemnly announced in the studio: "Early this morning, a Pentagon spokesperson announced the abandonment of Manas Air

Base and its immediate return to the Kyrgyz government." Yang Tianming smiled knowingly, recalling

the mistake he made last night at the air base, his heart fluttering with excitement in front of the angelic woman. The fairy-like woman was clearly trying to cover her tracks.

Yang Tianming walked to the skyscraper of "Fangcun Mountain" just as several luxury cars arrived. A Russian

and some entourage led out the British, French, and Germans. The Russian was

the National Security Advisor he had met at Manas Air Base. He also saw Yang Tianming and took him along

on the floating elevator to the Ninth Heaven. During their conversation on the elevator, they learned that the British dignitary was former Prime Minister William

Blair, the French dignitary was former President Napoleon Sarkozy, and the German dignitary was former Chancellor Bismarck Schr?der.

All three believed that Yang Tianming was merely a secret envoy between the Central Empire and Tsarist Russia.

Even before the SCO summit began, the Ninth Heaven was already bustling with activity. The attendees were mostly immortals and demons—important figures in politics and business—who served as errand runners for gods and demons

. The immortals, accustomed to their high-and-mighty demeanor as big bosses,... Upon arriving at

the Ninth Heaven, everyone was polite and jovial, not daring to offend anyone. Accompanied by celestial music and sumptuous

food, these immortals went around cultivating relationships and building connections. At the front of the hall stood

Peter , and Maitreya Buddha, who greeted him. The great gods all arrived directly from the Ninth Heaven by plane, while others had to take

a floating ladder, supposedly for spatial security, but probably more to avoid smog; it also carried a symbolic

meaning of status.

The group waited for Peter backstage. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Maitreya Buddha, Peter returned to the lounge.

Upon entering, Peter immediately looked distressed, complaining, "Maitreya still won't agree to the financial aid."

The Russian National Security Advisor said, "I brought the former presidents of Britain, France, and Germany. Maitreya Buddha

had some connections with these people when he governed Fujian; he should be able to persuade them." "The three men all expressed their willingness to

serve him. Peter was very generous; if this went well, he would

promote GAZprom headquarters, provide Sarkozy with 40 million euros through Switzerland to help him

run for president in 2017, and

donate 100 million US dollars to Blair's climate change charity through an offshore account in the Cayman Islands. The three men readily accepted the order and went to find Maitreya.

"Such a small amount of money can certainly appease these little immortals, but can it really get anything done?" Yang Tianming said with a wry smile.

"Then, young hero, what do you think we should do?" Peter's muscular body trembled.

"Haha, this is a matter of destiny. It's not that we won't do it, it's just that the time is not right. Your Majesty only needs to wait patiently today, and soon

Maitreya will personally send someone to agree to this matter." Yang Tianming forced a smile, pretending to be profound. In his heart,

he thought, "Randeng's work-rest schedule is too unhealthy. It's already noon; he should have gotten things done long ago."

"I hope your plan will work, young hero," Peter thought, suppressing his anger at this important occasion

, and left with his entourage. Yang Tianming followed.

The dignitaries from various countries took their places and the banquet began. Those seated in the front and middle rows were all gods from the Eastern Continent.

The Buddha was the first to arrive , followed by a large number of celestial beings in the middle and back rows.

The banquet began with ceremonial pomp: Maitreya and Peter gave speeches and took their seats on the stage, engaging in "friendly " conversation. A host continuously broadcast congratulatory telegrams from various sectors: 　　"Congratulations from the Empress of Bonitaria," 　　"Congratulations from the Holy Roman Emperor," 　　"Congratulations from the Frankish Emperor," " 　　Congratulations from the Pope of the Vatican." 　　Those sending congratulatory telegrams were all powerful deities from outlying continents who were not permitted to attend. The numerous Buddhas and celestial beings seated in the center of the hall represented the various continents surrounding the Central Empire—hence the name "Shanghai Cooperation Organisation Summit." Meanwhile , the three celestial beings from Britain, France, and Germany stood like fools at the edge of the stage, with Maitreya's subordinates gesturing at them, occasionally waving their hands and shaking their heads. 　　The host continued broadcasting congratulatory messages from deities across the continents: 　　"The Ancient Buddha Dipankara sends his congratulations, wishing the SCO Summit a complete success. 　　"... 　　The music in the hall continued, but the atmosphere changed drastically. The lively liaison meeting transformed into whispers and murmurs among the various immortals . Maitreya Buddha, seated on the stage, glanced at the change in the hall, then turned to his subordinate, the Yellow-Eyebrowed Golden Immortal, and beckoned. The Yellow-Eyebrowed Golden Immortal understood and hurriedly left. Maitreya Buddha leaned back in his chair, his face grave. Peter the Great, meanwhile, raised a cup of sweet wine to ease Maitreya's worries. The two deities continued their "friendly" conversation. 　　After the formalities were completed, the deities boarded a luxurious aircraft carrier. This was a real aircraft carrier , docked on the ninth heaven of "Fangcun Mountain," 11,000 meters above the ground. It was said that the aircraft carrier was preparing to sail to Penglai Island in the East China Sea. Just before boarding the aircraft carrier, Huangmei Jinxian hurriedly returned to the Ninth Heaven and whispered a few words to Maitreya, who nodded in agreement. 　　The SCO summit in the Ninth Heaven was merely a show of support for the immortals. Penglai Immortal Island, however, was a secret meeting between gods and Buddhas, not high-ranking immortals like Yang Tianming could easily access. However, Yang Tianming already had some things in mind. For example, the problem of Peter's financial aid was presumably resolved, and Penglai Immortal Island offered a place for leisurely discussions of important matters, with important matters accompanied by leisure . This "leisure" was a good opportunity for the beautiful children born to various immortals to curry favor with powerful gods. Being an immortal wasn't easy either; like that former French president, who sold his soul for tens of millions, spending all the money on a single room at the Spirit Platform , not to mention subsequent living expenses. 　　After watching the aircraft carrier depart from Fangcun Mountain, Yang Tianming and the other immortals dispersed. Just as Yang Tianming was about to leave, someone blocked his path. The man said, "Sir, you've just arrived at Lingtai. Why not stay a few more days so we, as your hosts , can properly entertain you?" 　　"Finally," Yang Tianming thought to himself with a smile. This was the third thing he had anticipated. Yang Tianming cleared his throat and said, "No need. I'm preoccupied with worldly affairs and wouldn't dare disturb your family's peaceful cultivation." 　　The man remained polite, saying, "Our master said that since you promised to come, you should stay for a while so we can fulfill our duty as hosts." Several people began to move towards Yang Tianming. 　　Yang Tianming sensed something amiss and was about to speak when he suddenly found himself unable to move. Someone around him had cast a high-level [Spatial Imprisonment] spell on him. The man stepped forward, patted Yang Tianming's shoulder, and said disdainfully, "Come with us." Then, Yang Tianming's limbs moved involuntarily, following the man. Was this [Shadow Imitation Technique]? Yang Tianming wondered. However, it was time to teach them a lesson . 　　"Hahahaha," Yang Tianming laughed, "Do you know why your old man sent you here?" 　　The man stopped in his tracks. 　　Yang Tianming continued, "He sent you to prove that I'm so worthwhile for your family to poach, to the point that your family has no ability to do so. Of course, this little spatial magic can't trap me at all, otherwise your old man wouldn't have taken a liking to me." 　　The man turned around, staring warily at Yang Tianming. His entourage assumed a battle-ready stance. 　　"Tell your old man a message: although the Buddhist forces are spread throughout Dongsheng Shenzhou, they are just a small minority, far inferior to our organization. I come to Lingtai as if it were empty, and if I want to leave, no one can stop me . Cooperation is fine, but don't think too much about it. Poaching and double-crossing will damage your karma if you do too much of that." "Yang Tianming's body began to shrink slowly, becoming a mere point, and gradually disappeared before the astonished expressions of the group. 　　The man was furious and questioned his attendant. The attendant replied that there was nothing unusual in the three-dimensional space, but Yang Tianming had indeed disappeared. Everyone was stunned by this supernatural power. The man pointed fiercely at the attendant's forehead, struggling to suppress his voice, and roared furiously, enunciating each word clearly: 'You, he, you, f, can pack your bags and get out of here! ' Then, the man looked at his watch and transmitted information through the quantum key back to the quantum cloud core of the Burning Lamp Dojo: 'This is blatant provocation! He's disappeared; we must find him!'" " 　　Yang Tianming didn't disappear from this world; instead, he appeared aboard the aircraft carrier bound for Penglai Island . The surroundings resembled the carrier's cargo hold, but Yang Tianming was on the verge of death, unable to move. If it weren't for dealing with the Freemason witch yesterday morning, and if it weren't for lustful thoughts he had towards Zhuang Lingjin last night, he wouldn't be in this state now. Alas, lust is a double-edged sword. 　　" "Look, there's a man here." A fairy passed by, pointing at Yang Tianming. Then more and more fairies surrounded him, scrutinizing the dying man before them. 　　What? The fairies were hiding in the carrier's cargo hold? Could the legendary Penglai Island just be some misty, cloud-shrouded place in the East China Sea where they released the fairies from the cargo hold…? Yang Tianming suddenly remembered that the two characters "Penglai" written on the carrier's hull weren't the destination, but the carrier's own name! 　　A fairy approached, pointing with her hand… She touched Yang Tianming's face, then his abdomen, feeling his skin and muscles. Looking closer, Yang Tianming realized it was just a demon in disguise, its ugliness . But who could possibly put a whole bunch of demons on an aircraft carrier teeming with gods and Buddhas, mixing them among the fairies? Thinking back to the female demon he'd encountered yesterday, could it be the Freemasons causing trouble again? But their power shouldn't be strong enough to spread throughout the entire continent. 　　The demon stuck out her tongue and licked Yang Tianming's right cheek from bottom to top. "What a handsome man!"

"Ah, hahahaha." The female demon began to unbutton Yang Tianming's shirt and trousers again, starting by

licking his chest, moving downwards towards his penis. Yang Tianming was now powerless to resist and could only submit to

the demon's manipulation.

With her slightly rough hands, the demon grabbed her own silk robes, lifted Yang Tianming's limp penis, and

began to rub it. As she rubbed, the demon grinned lewdly at Yang Tianming, coaxingly saying, "My lord, I want..."

"The blood vessels on Yang Tianming's penis gradually became engorged with blood under stimulation, and his thick penis gradually stood erect.

The demon opened her mouth and took Yang Tianming's penis into her mouth, beginning to suck. Although the demon's oral skills were quite good, Yang

Tianming's brain was already at its limit and on the verge of losing consciousness, unable to feel anything, while his spine was still responding to the demon's

tongue stimulation. Without the control of the brain's higher nerve center, soon, Yang Tianming's penis began to tremble

uncontrollably , the muscles began to contract violently, and his ejaculation gate opened wide. The demon increased the frequency of her sucking,

waiting with a satisfied expression for Yang Tianming to ejaculate his semen, however,..." Nothing came out;

after Yang Tianming's penis trembled, it went limp again.

The demoness tried several more times, unwilling to give up, but still only ejaculated, no semen came out. Yang

Tianming 's high-dimensional space transfer had returned him to the body drained by the demoness, now completely empty.

Seeing this, another demoness waved her flowing robes and rushed forward. Since there was no semen, she would absorb Yang Tianming

's vital energy. One demoness and Yang Tianming kissed mouth to mouth. The demoness frantically stroked Yang Tianming's

handsome face , used her tongue to pry open his mouth, and began frantically absorbing the remaining true energy within him.

"The methods are the same, but a demon is no match for a monster." Yang Tianming felt his true essence flowing out of his mouth and

into the demoness's belly. He carefully recalled the process of the demoness draining him dry. The other demonesses bound him with

various silk scarves, their hands, feet, chests, and tongues caressing every

part of his body, as if they wanted to devour and digest him.

Suddenly, Yang Tianming's hand moved, pressing down on the demoness's head. It turned out that the demoness sensed

something was wrong and tried to escape, but Yang Tianming held her down. He began to frantically absorb the demoness's true energy, or

rather, her demonic energy. Because Yang Tianming originally... The true energy he had previously gained was exhausted, but the true energy infused by the female demon had a

transformative effect. Through these few battles, Yang Tianming not only mastered the method of replenishing yin with yang energy, but also deduced

the method of replenishing yang with yin energy.

Yang Tianming was incredibly strong; he finished absorbing the energy from one female demon in just a few breaths. The female demon's face seemed to age twenty

years instantly, and she became weak all over, pushed aside by the other female demons. The other female demons, assuming their sisters had made way,

continued to push forward, kissing Yang Tianming mouth to mouth.

These female demons were so thirsty; if they encountered those old, bony gods and Buddhas, they probably wouldn't be able to handle it at all

. Yang Tianming... A few gulps, a few more, the more they sucked, the more vigorous they became. The succubi swarmed around the increasingly robust

Yang Tianming, unaware that some of their sisters had already collapsed on the ground, ecstatic. Yang Tianming

had become a machine for absorbing yin essence.

He thrust out his large, hollow penis and began to "shoot" at the succubi. Of course, the "cannon"

wasn't fired, but rather sucked back in. The succubi couldn't resist the allure of Yang Tianming's magnificent organ; their

surgically reduced vaginas, merely receiving this powerful organ, were already overwhelmed with pleasure, returning to their original state, and utterly exhausted

. Soon, one after another, the succubi... The remaining female demons, seeing their sisters writhing in pleasure on the ground,

cheered and willingly allowed Yang Tianming to penetrate them.

Just like that, one shot, one kill; Yang Tianming had wiped out the entire horde of female demons. A large amount of chaotic true energy churned within Yang

Tianming's body, making him feel uncomfortable. Although he had deduced

the method of replenishing yang energy through the witch's technique of absorbing yang to replenish yin, he had clearly only achieved the yin aspect and hadn't yet mastered the yang replenishment stage. Looking at

the groaning female demons around him—no, they should be called old female monsters—Yang Tianming mobilized his demonic energy and

exhaled a large breath onto the floor. He unleashed the [Giant Sky Cannon], piercing the lower part of the aircraft carrier. Looking at

the hole more than 10 meters deep below, Yang Tianming suddenly realized that these female demons, hidden outside the main structure, must have

been secretly placed there by some force during the outsourcing of the exterior design to a design company. How long had they been there? No wonder these female

demons were all so thirsty.

Yang Tianming jumped down, this time plummeting directly from a height of 10,000 meters into the East China Sea. There was no fairy sister or

angel sister, Zhuang Lingjin, to save him. If it weren't for the rough waves and high winds of the East China Sea, and the chaotic release of demonic energy within Yang Tianming's body

acting as a buffer, Yang Tianming would have been calmly... The aircraft carrier crashed to the surface and shattered into pieces.

Yang Tianming's sabotage alarmed the gods and Buddhas on the deck. The aircraft carrier urgently changed course and headed towards the Yellow Sea,

heading towards Kyoto. Kyoto's drones swarmed out, heading towards the Penglai aircraft carrier.

Various flew like snowflakes through military hotlines to Pacific nations, especially the Seventh

Fleet patrolling the East China Sea. The responses indicated that no country had taken any hostile action.

The superpower's Seventh Fleet had been closely monitoring the Penglai aircraft carrier's departure and, unfortunately,

received a huge windfall from the sky. The Seventh Fleet's drones... The robotic eyes and ears immediately pulled Yang Tianming ashore and dragged him back to the USS Enterprise, the Seventh Fleet aircraft carrier

currently conducting exercises in the East China Sea. The superpower's military doctors provided

intensive care to Yang Tianming, hoping to extract some information from him. When the doctors saw the patient, they discovered

he had severely overindulged in sex and hallucinogens, and was on the verge of death.

Meanwhile, the Ran Deng family mobilized all their connections, having their spies throughout China search for the

man who had magically vanished from the Ninth Heaven of the Spirit Platform. Soon, they learned from their American intelligence that Yang Tianming was

outside of China... In the Seventh Fleet, Yang Tianming was severely wounded. Not only had he gone too far, making them laugh at him, but

what also gave them a sense of relief was that the Seventh Fleet's aircraft carrier, the USS Enterprise, was scheduled to dock in Hong Kong for resupply.

There , the young master of the Randeng faction and the Central Empire's most elite agents would deal with Yang Tianming directly.

On the news, the holographic screen in Lingtai Square continued to broadcast innocuous advertisements. Meanwhile,

strangely, rumors began to circulate that "someone attempted to assassinate Maitreya Buddha in the East China Sea." The "organization's" people in Hong Kong

also began to take action, preparing to contact the Randeng family to quell the matter.

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