【The Tale of the Fairy in the Mortal World】(1-14)

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Author: maoamao
Published on October 10, 2017 in Forum 001
First published on: Yinxing Reading
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She was stunningly beautiful and unparalleled in wisdom, widely recognized as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world; however, even after twenty years of seclusion,
this fairy, whose beauty surpassed even her former glory, could not escape the arrangements of fate. In the conspiracy of an extraterrestrial demon to conquer
the world, to save the martial arts world and the common people, this peerless beauty sacrificed herself, using her chastity as bait and her body as a sword, willing
to suffer humiliation under the crotches of countless men, resolving calamities beneath the bed. Her beauty was like jade, her body consumed by flames; could her sacrifice
save the common people? Did anyone truly know her, understand her, and pity her?
Prologue: Observing the Celestial Phenomena, the Immortal Foresaw Calamity Gathering in the Deep Mountains; Four Elders Conspired
At midnight, the moon was waning and the stars were fading. Above the night sky, gloomy clouds and mist hung in the air, with only a few lonely stars flickering with their dim
light. Suddenly, a strange, thick fog rose silently from the western horizon into the dark sky,
completely obscuring the few remaining stars. The fog advanced eastward at a visible speed, plunging more and more of the sky into
a dark abyss.
Suddenly, in the very center of the fog, a single star shone brightly, its rays like swords, seemingly trying to pierce the pervasive
darkness. The fog churned and thickened, attempting to completely annihilate the starlight, but no matter how
dense the fog became, it could not completely extinguish the star's brilliance.
"Pfft!" A large spurt of blood suddenly erupted from the mouth of an old Taoist priest who was observing the celestial phenomena, splattering
his snow-white beard and the front of his robes. "Master!" A middle-aged Taoist priest standing nearby cried out in alarm, quickly
reaching out to support the old priest. Ignoring the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, 　　the old Taoist priest
gazed at the sky, muttering to himself, "Evil energy is coming from the west, a storm is brewing. Fifty years have passed, and in the end, calamity is inescapable." The middle-aged Taoist priest beside him was filled with anxiety, yet 　　dared not interrupt his master's thoughts. After a long while, the 　　old Taoist priest lowered his head and said softly, "Come back to the room with me." The middle-aged Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and carefully helped his master back to the room, helping the old Taoist priest 　　to sit on the futon. At this moment, by the light of the room, the middle-aged Taoist priest noticed that the old Taoist priest's face was ashen, his face 　　suddenly covered with many wrinkles, and even his beard and hair had turned much grayer. 　　"Ah!" the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. He couldn't help but be shocked, for his master, 　　this old Taoist priest "Fengyun Immortal Master" Gu Buyan, was originally a god-like figure in the martial arts world, over sixty years old but looking 　　only around fifty, yet now he suddenly looked fifty years older. "Master, what's wrong?" 　　Gu Buyan waved his hand slightly and said, "I'm fine." After a moment of contemplation, he continued, "Tianyuan, I 　　just checked the celestial phenomena and saw demonic energy rising from the west, with murderous intent filling the sky. A great calamity for the martial world is imminent." Tianyuan 　　was shocked. He knew that his master's skills were profound and he had the ability to foresee future fortunes. Since his master had said so, 　　this calamity was clearly no ordinary matter. So he hurriedly asked, "Master, what calamity are you referring to? Is there any 　　way to avert it?" 　　Gu Buyan sighed deeply and said, "I just risked losing fifty years of my lifespan to glimpse some clues. This 　　calamity is unprecedented in the martial arts world for hundreds of years. Once it begins, the foundation of the Central Plains martial arts world will be completely destroyed, inevitably falling entirely into 　　the hands of foreign powers. However, amidst the killing intent, a glimmer of light remains, and there is still a breath of life." Tian Yuan's heart, which had been 　　hanging in suspense, eased slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "Where does this breath of life reside?" 　　Upon hearing this, the old Taoist's face showed a look of pity, and after a long while, he sighed and said, "Although there is still a breath of life, it will be very difficult for 　　the person facing this calamity. Even if they can save the lineage of the martial arts world, what they will suffer is beyond what ordinary people can bear." Tian 　　Yuan wanted to say something, but in the end, he held back and did not speak. 　　After a long silence, Gu Buyan finally sighed, "So be it, so be it. Let this old Taoist be the villain, 　　and I'll bear all the consequences. Tianyuan, I'll be going down the mountain tomorrow. You wait here on the mountain; I have 　　something to tell you when I return." With that, Gu Buyan sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and remained silent... 　　On a remote, isolated peak in the West Kunlun Mountains, halfway up a mountain hidden by overgrown weeds, lay a 　　cave that was difficult to spot. Inside, four people sat cross-legged. Among them was the white-haired and white-bearded "Wind and Cloud Immortal Master" 　　Gu Buyan. Beside him sat an old nun and an elderly man dressed in layman's attire. 　　The person sitting opposite Gu Buyan was completely shrouded in a large black robe, his face and even his height and build obscured 　　. 　　The four remained silent for a long time. After a long silence, the old nun lowered her head and whispered, "Is it truly as Brother Gu 　　said?" She didn't look at anyone present, but everyone knew who she was asking. The one who answered 　　was the strange man in black robes; he simply replied coldly, "Yes," without any further explanation. For another long while, 　　no one spoke among the four. 　　The old layman's already slightly dark face had turned purple. He finally couldn't help but speak, "Even if it's truly as 　　Brother Gu said, isn't there any other way? Must we… must we…" He couldn't finish his sentence, 　　his heart filled with bitterness. With a sudden movement, he smashed a nearby boulder into pieces. 　　Gu Buyan then spoke up, "Brother Black Robe and I have confirmed our understanding; this calamity will 　　far surpass that of fifty years ago. If there were any other way, this old Daoist wouldn't have come up with this destructive and immoral idea. Only this strategy 　　can permanently eliminate future troubles and eradicate the root of this centuries-old calamity." 　　"This is like pushing that child into a fire pit," the old nun cried out in anguish. "We old folks might as well die, but 　　how can we bear to let such a good child suffer like this?" The layman elder also said, "I refuse to believe that we 　　can't kill that old demon star even if we risk our old lives! Why must we sacrifice a junior?" 　　"Impossible," the black-robed man said coldly. Though his words were simple, the others understood that he meant 　　the layman elder's idea was utterly impossible. The layman elder's face showed dissatisfaction; his thick eyebrows twitched, and he opened his mouth to argue, 　　but ultimately sighed bitterly and remained silent. 　　Gu Buyan looked at the three and said, "I will ask for her opinion before making any plans. If she is unwilling, I will not force her." 　　The old nun shook her head bitterly and said, "Given this child's temperament, she will bear any hardship herself." 　　The man in black robes suddenly said, "On the day it is accomplished, I will take my own life to avenge the harm done to this child."

Gu Buyan sighed, "Having committed such an act that will condemn us to eternal damnation, none of us have the face to live on. You've only
lived a few years longer than us." He continued, "I know your character well; you'd give up
everything to vanquish the demon. But if anything goes wrong, I earnestly hope you can protect this child." With that, he knelt down and
kowtowed deeply to the man in black. The old nun and the layman also knelt and bowed. The man in black accepted the three's
deep bows, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Chapter One: A Fairy Descends to the Mortal World, a Prodigal Son's Blessings Abound.
Having witnessed several dynastic changes, although no longer the capital, Chang'an, with its million inhabitants,
remained undoubtedly the most prosperous city in the Central Plains. In Chang'an, the Yue Lai Inn was certainly the most famous and bustling
inn. This place is a daily gathering place for countless people of all kinds: wealthy young masters who frequent brothels, dashing
heroes of the martial world, lavish merchants with fortunes to their name, and even Western Region merchants with prominent noses and blue eyes. With such a diverse
cast of characters laughing and feasting every day, the lobby of the Yue Lai Inn can be considered the noisiest
place in Chang'an.
One evening, at the Yue Lai Inn's busiest time of day, the lobby
was already teeming with noise. A group of镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) returning from a mission were drinking merrily, while several纨绔公子 (playboys) were
each embracing beautiful courtesans, indulging in revelry. In a private room, a group of bandits were also letting out loud, boisterous laughter…
For a time, the sounds of drinking games, clinking glasses, loud laughter, the sounds of stringed instruments, and
the jingling of jewelry and seductive moans of courtesans mingled together, making it seem as if the roof of the inn's lobby was about to be lifted.
Suddenly, as if receiving a command, the hall gradually fell silent. The
boisterous chatter ceased, the drinking games stopped, and a rough voice uttered a strange cry, "Damn it, what's
going on…?" After figuring out the reason, it too fell silent.
In a short moment, the once bustling inn hall became deathly quiet, save for the occasional
sound of stunned guests accidentally knocking over cups and plates. What had made everyone here so dumbfounded?
It was a woman, a woman who had just entered the hall. A
woman who could make everyone hold their breath must be an unparalleled beauty, and this woman who entered at this moment
would make even the most discerning person involuntarily exclaim, "What a beautiful woman! Could she be
a goddess from heaven!" Her appearance was like a ray of sunlight piercing a dark room, instantly becoming the focus of everyone's attention.
Once anyone's eyes met her, they couldn't bear to look away.
Her beauty was beyond description; even in the wildest dreams, no
woman of such unparalleled beauty had ever appeared. She possessed both a refined elegance and a breathtaking, unmatched
radiance. Even the finest painters could not capture even a fraction of her beauty.
At this moment, she wore a silver silk robe casually draped over her shoulders. The robe's delicate, lustrous material, however, paled
in comparison to her exposed, snow-white skin. The soft, dreamlike robe clung to her body,
outlining a figure of unparalleled beauty. The curves of her body beneath the robe were enough to eclipse any other beauty
. Especially striking was her exceptionally tall stature, even taller than most men. The robe
further accentuated the astonishing length and fullness of her legs.
The woman's robe was extremely simple in style, with only the left and right lapels overlapping and
a thin belt loosely tied at the waist, resembling a close-fitting nightgown. Yet, on this woman, it was no less magnificent than the most
splendid palace attire. Because of the loose belt, the front of the robe was slightly open, revealing not only her snow-white, translucent neck but also
a deep cleavage. The seemingly bottomless, jade-white cleavage couldn't help but make one marvel at the
fullness and height of her breasts. Those proud peaks pushed the light robe high, almost bursting forth. Especially as the woman
moved gracefully, the two incredibly full breasts trembled slightly, making all the men present breathless and restless.
Even some of the more voluptuous women, who were proud of their figures, felt ashamed and subconsciously tightened their blouses.
Beneath the woman's slender waist, the tightly fitted long robe accentuated her full hips, revealing another breathtaking
beauty. The full, upturned curves stretched the soft robe into slightly exaggerated lines, and
the way her two plump buttocks swayed gently from side to side as she moved caused many men present
to bleed from their noses.
The robe clung so tightly to her body that many men, while feasting their eyes, also
harbored startled fantasies that there seemed to be no other clothing beneath it. This
thought made the men present swallow hard, feeling a sense of suffocation.
The woman walked slowly with a languid yet uniquely beautiful gait. The hem of her long robe occasionally
revealed glimpses of her glistening, jade-white legs
. As her skirt swayed to the ground, a keen observer could see that she was barefoot, her snow-white feet treading the pristine ground. Her casual walk
seemed like that of a goddess descending from the heavens. The robe swayed with her body, accentuating her
tall figure, long, shapely legs, the beautiful rise and fall of her breasts, and the slender, supple waist.
The graceful sway of her body beneath the robe was something unimaginable even in a dream.
Although this woman's figure was stunningly beautiful, and her clothing bold and daring, strangely, no one could
find a trace of licentiousness on her face. On the contrary, her unparalleled elegance commanded
awe and reverence from all, regardless of status. Her clear, azure eyes shimmered with
a knowing, calm wisdom. For some reason, her eyes were always half-closed, as if
indifferent to everything around her, yet in the bright light that occasionally shone through when they opened, a deep sorrow and
mockery were faintly visible. Coldness and heat, debauchery and nobility, allure and composure—these contradictory feelings miraculously
converged in this mysterious and beautiful woman.
Most astonishingly, her age was impossible to guess, even for men with the most experience with women
. Judging solely from her skin and face, she was clearly in the prime of her youth, yet her brows…
The composure she exuded, seemingly born of experience, and the mature elegance she radiated were qualities far beyond what a young
woman could possess. Her youthful face and mature aura—this seemingly contradictory combination—created
an unparalleled charm. No man could resist being captivated by her mature allure and burning passion,
wishing he could kneel at her feet.
Imagine, how could such a woman not attract everyone's attention? The entire hall seemed to be mesmerized.
Men's eyes, like hungry wolves, were fixed on her heaving breasts and swaying waist, while women cast
envious and jealous glances. Young girls, for the first time in their lives, felt that their youth was a disadvantage, while older
women lamented their lack of such stunning curves. The Persian merchants who had just been
boasting to their Central Plains counterparts that Central Plains women were too slender and far less alluring than the Persian women had fallen silent, their eyes
glued to the woman, afraid of missing a single glance and suffering a great loss. In short, apart from the men's heavy
breathing, there was no other sound in the hall.
The woman completely ignored the gazes fixed on her, seemingly eager to strip her robe off, and appeared
unaware that every man present at that moment wanted nothing more than to pounce on her. She simply walked indifferently to
a table, sat down, and said softly, "A jar of Zhuyeqing wine, please."
The waiter responded blankly, then ran back to the kitchen, quickly fetched a jar of wine, placed it
in front of the woman, and stood beside her, his eyes already scanning down her glistening neck. The woman's
ample breasts, barely concealed by the loose robe,
were almost entirely exposed from the waiter's height. Faced with such beauty that seemed out of place in this world, the waiter's lower body throbbed, his gaze fixed
, his eyes unblinking, his bloodshot pupils and flushed face revealing the burning
desire within him.
At this moment, a young gentleman, fanning himself with a folding fan, approached the woman's table surrounded by four or five servants.
One of the servants shoved the waiter, who was still standing there enjoying the view, and yelled, "Get out of here! Don't get in the
way!" The waiter was reluctant, but seeing the newcomer's aggressive demeanor, he knew he couldn't afford to offend him and had no choice but
to leave, glancing back several times.
In fact, not only this young gentleman, but many people present couldn't resist moving closer. However, seeing that the young
gentleman had already taken his place, those who recognized him quietly returned to their seats. Some who didn't recognize him
were still indignant and wanted to go over, but were pulled back by someone nearby who whispered, "Are you out of your mind? This is Governor Zhao
's son." So they all deflated.
The young gentleman, shaking his head, sat down opposite the woman without any airs and said with a fawning smile, "Miss..."
Before he could finish speaking, his gaze immediately fell on a beautiful leg that was exposed from under the hem of the woman's long robe after she sat down.
Because the woman's long robe was tied at the waist with a thin belt, the hem was almost completely open to her thighs,
revealing one of her beautiful legs. Her long, slender, and fair legs seemed sculpted from ivory, with exquisite curves.
Below her full thighs were flawless, translucent calves, and below that, one bare, snow-white foot was slightly raised. The young
man's gaze lingered on this beautiful leg, wishing he could pierce through the slit at the top of her thigh.
After a long while, he swallowed hard, looked up at the woman's beautiful face, and clasped his hands in greeting:
"My name is Zhao Xianjun. May I ask your name, young lady?" The woman looked up at the young man opposite her. She saw that he wore a scholar's cap askew, was young but had a sallow complexion, a pointed mouth, and monkey-like cheeks—clearly a 　　dissolute young man
whose body had been weakened by wine and women .
The woman coldly replied, "My name is Feng Niang."
Zhao Xianjun snapped his folding fan shut, clapped his hands, and laughed, "Wonderful! Beautiful woman, beautiful name. Feng Niang, Feng Niang
..." He felt nothing amiss, but some of the martial arts heroes in the hall were
startled upon hearing the name, quickly scrutinizing the woman more closely, comparing her to the person they had in mind.
Zhao Xianjun, of course, was unaware of anything else, and continued to chat with Feng Niang, "May I ask how old you are, young lady?" Feng Niang
looked at him with a slightly mocking gaze and replied, "If I were already married, my son would be about your
age." This remark sounded somewhat jarring, but coupled with her unparalleled beauty and unmatched demeanor, it
was an irresistible temptation for any man. Upon hearing this, Zhao Xianjun felt a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen, his lower body throbbing
with desire. Not wanting to lose face in front of everyone, he forced himself to suppress it and awkwardly said, "Young lady is joking."
He coughed lightly . He continued, "Upon meeting you today, I greatly admire your talent, young lady. Would you be so kind as to
invite me tonight to enjoy the moonlight and discuss poetry?" Feng Niang coldly replied, "I know nothing of poetry."
Zhao Xianjun smiled awkwardly, "You are truly straightforward, so straightforward..." He reached into his robes and took out a gold ingot, which appeared to
weigh at least fifty taels. He placed the ingot on the table and smiled, "Would you be so free to
meet me tonight, young lady?"
Upon seeing the gold ingot, Feng Niang's eyes suddenly widened, radiating a captivating brilliance. She took the ingot and gently
played with it. Zhao Xianjun was overjoyed, believing that Feng Niang had been smitten by the gold. However, he failed to notice
the growing mockery in Feng Niang's eyes.
Feng Niang softly said, "I live in the west wing. You may come to my room at midnight tonight." With that, she picked up her wine jar, rose
, and left without another glance at Zhao Xianjun. Zhao Xianjun was overjoyed, practically ecstatic. But when his gaze inadvertently fell
on the table, his smile froze. The gold ingot he had given Feng Niang had been casually crushed into a
gold cake and neatly shoved into the wood.
To do this so effortlessly and without flinching—even a fool like Zhao Xianjun knew Feng Niang was no ordinary woman;
this was clearly a display of extremely high martial arts skill. When he looked up again, Feng Niang had already walked out of the hall without looking back, leaving only
countless greedy eyes fixed on the swaying of her round, shapely buttocks beneath her light robe. Zhao Xianjun stood frozen
, unsure whether to be happy or sad.
After Feng Niang left, the hall remained silent for a moment, as if everyone hadn't yet recovered from the shock
, before a great commotion erupted. Someone rushed to the table where Feng Niang had sat, embracing
the chair she had just been sitting in, inhaling its fragrance with ecstasy.
Meanwhile, in a private room in the hall, another person stared blankly in the direction Feng Niang had gone, completely lost in thought .

The hall was filled with bandit leaders from various mountain strongholds, celebrating the fortieth birthday of Li Dahu, the chief of the 　　largest mountain stronghold in the area, Evil Tiger Gully. The one currently lost in thought was none other than the birthday boy, Li Dahu
.
When Feng Niang appeared earlier, Li Dahu, like the other bandits, had been captivated by her
beauty. But when he saw her face more clearly, he was immediately startled, a memory from twenty years ago flashing before his eyes. Although
the scene from twenty years ago was still vivid in his mind, Li Dahu still couldn't reconcile the
woman exuding endless allure before him with the peerless heroine of yesteryear, until she uttered
the name "Feng Niang." "Could it really be her?" Li Dahu couldn't help but sink into memories of the past.
Twenty years ago, Li Dahu was merely a lowly patrolman in Evil Tiger Gully. One day, the then-chief
bandit leader, Sha Potian, led his gang down the mountain to plunder. They surrounded a caravan of several large carts and sedan chairs. These
experienced bandits could tell at a glance that it was most likely a group of retired officials passing by.
Most bandits would only rob such a group of valuables, and if the group didn't resist, they wouldn't kill them.
However, Sha Potian was violent and enjoyed killing for pleasure. He directly ordered his henchmen to slaughter the entire group
.
The henchmen dared not disobey and charged forward with their swords. Li Dahu, however, was at the forefront. He quickly approached a
cart driver who was slumped on the ground and raised his sword to strike. But at that moment, a
clear shout rang out, "Stop!" The voice clearly belonged to a woman, not particularly loud, but for some reason , upon
hearing it, the dozens of henchmen present all felt a chill run down their spines, their hearts pounded, and they involuntarily stopped their attacks
.
Li Dahu, a strong man, though shaken by the sound, managed to stand and turn
to look in the direction of the voice. From the woods beside the road emerged a woman in white. Tall and slender, her
snow-white dress was spotless, fluttering gently in the breeze, making her appear like a celestial being descended to
earth.
Upon seeing her face, the bandits present were speechless; they had never
seen such a beautiful woman. The woman appeared to be around twenty years old, her delicate and beautiful face beyond
description, especially given the slight anger in her eyes and the cold glint in her clear, watery eyes
.
This stunningly beautiful woman stood alone before dozens of fierce-looking bandits, showing no fear whatsoever. On the
contrary, any of the thieves wielding weapons who met her slightly cold gaze felt an urge
to kneel before her, unable to discern whether it was fear or awe.
Sha Potian, being the bandit leader, composed himself and said, "Where did this fairy maiden come from? Why are you blocking my
way? Perhaps you wish to come up the mountain and become my wife? Haha!" With a burst of wild laughter, he deliberately
brandished his thick-backed broadsword.
The woman showed no anger, looking at Sha Potian as if he were a clown, saying, "Take your men and leave, and
I will let you off the hook."
Sha Potian laughed again, "You audacious woman! Do you think I don't kill women?"
He waved to his henchmen, "Catch her and bring her back up the mountain so I can have some fun."
Two henchmen obeyed and drew their swords, heading towards the woman. Li Dahu was originally in front, but upon seeing the woman's celestial beauty, he
was first overcome with lust. Then, inexplicably sensing a chill emanating from her, he deliberately slowed his pace,
not rushing to the front.
Seeing his two henchmen approach, these two thieves, oblivious to their own mortality, reached out to
grab her ample bosom. The woman's brow furrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. None of the onlookers could see
if she had moved; they only sensed a flash of light, followed by a burst of red light, and three heads flew into the air
—Sha Potian and the two henchmen were decapitated.
The sudden turn of events left the bandits stunned. They hadn't expected their leader to be killed so easily
. "Fairy...Fairy..." someone cried out, turning to flee.
"Don't move, stand still," the woman commanded. These bandits were truly obedient,
standing motionless like wooden or clay sculptures, their appearance utterly comical.
At this moment, an elderly man with white hair and beard, his face solemn, emerged from one of the besieged sedan chairs.
Although frightened, he didn't appear flustered. He approached the woman and bowed deeply, saying, "Heroine Feng
, you have saved my entire family once again. I have no way to repay you." The woman returned the bow calmly, "Lord Sun , there's no need for such formality.
I'm sorry I'm late, I'm sorry to have startled you." Li Dahu, who had been standing there dumbfounded
, then realized that the woman was named "Feng Niang. "
Leaving aside the conversation between the woman who called herself Feng Niang and the old man, after which the old man shakily returned to instruct his family to reorganize the caravan,
let's just say that she came before the group of henchmen who stood shaking their clothes. "Don't panic," Feng Niang said. "Although I killed your leader
, I won't take any more lives." Hearing Feng Niang's words, the henchmen breathed a sigh of relief. "But
you—" Feng Niang's tone shifted, her beautiful eyes fixed on Li Dahu, "If I hadn't stopped you,
the coachman would be dead by your blade. As punishment, cut off your own ear, then you can all go back to the mountain."
Upon hearing this, Li Dahu first wanted to run, but he knew that this female knight-errant named Feng Niang was incredibly skilled in martial arts, capable of killing
him like an ant, and there was no way he could escape. To save his life, he gritted his teeth, drew a dagger, hesitated for a moment,
then steeled his heart and actually cut off his own ear.
Seeing him cut off his ear, Feng Niang's expression didn't change at all. She simply waved her hand, and the bandits, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly
fled the place. Li Dahu put the severed ear into his clothes, covered his bleeding wound, and also fled with the others
.
From that moment on, Feng Niang's beautiful face was deeply imprinted in Li Dahu's mind. Strangely enough, he felt
both fear and a touch of covetousness towards Feng Niang, but no hatred. He inquired around and finally learned that
the Feng Niang he had encountered that day was still one of the most outstanding figures in the martial arts world, known as the "Immortal of the Moon Palace,"
hailed as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world and widely recognized as the number one female master in the land.
So many years have passed, and Li Dahu has risen from a lowly henchman to the chieftain of Evil Tiger Gully, earning
the nickname "One-Eared Tiger." However, he knows that while his position as chieftain is prestigious,
it pales in comparison to Feng Niang's status in the martial world.
Encountering Feng Niang again after twenty years, the once ethereal fairy has become a bewitching enchantress,
a fact that Li Dahu finds utterly perplexing. Thinking of Feng Niang, the scar on his cheek seems to
throb again, reminding him of how he lost his ear; and the image of Feng Niang in the hall just now
ignites a fire within him, growing ever stronger and uncontrollable.
Li Dahu falls into deep thought, while the other bandits in the private room are not idle either. Many of them have heard
of Feng Niang, and they begin to discuss her animatedly.
"Did you all see the 'Golden Touch' incident just now? Could that woman really be Lady Feng?"
"Idiot, didn't she just sign up? Lady Feng, there's only one female knight in the martial world with that name
."
"I've heard that Lady Feng has always been known for her upright character and is widely praised. Since her partner, the Divine
Wind Swordsman Ye Lingfeng, mysteriously disappeared overseas twenty years ago, she's vanished from the martial world.
How could such a goddess-like figure be that flirtatious woman?"
"Haha, maybe she's just itching for a man. Women in their forties are like wolves, haha,
maybe we brothers can get our hands on her and taste what the number one beauty of the martial world is like."
"Damn it, keep your voice down! If it really is her, and she hears us, she could kill you
easier than crush an ant."
That night, Lady Feng was destined to become the talk of the inn.
The moon was high in the sky, and it was past midnight when Zhao Xianjun arrived at the west courtyard as promised. Although he was terrified of Feng Niang's martial arts skills,
the burning desire in his heart had long since made him forget his fear. His mind was filled with images of Feng Niang's mature and
alluring body in a light robe, and her long, slender, snow-white legs. His blinded lust had left him no time to consider whether what awaited him was
a blessing or a curse.
At this moment, light was still shining from the window of Feng Niang's room. "She's not asleep yet," Zhao Xianjun thought to himself with secret delight. He instructed
the servants who had come with him to wait at the door, then hesitated for a moment before reaching out to knock
. Unexpectedly, the door opened easily. He was even more overjoyed, "It seems she really is waiting for me." Zhao Xianjun entered the room and softly called out,
"Feng Niang, I've arrived."
The room wasn't large, and there was no screen wall separating them at the entrance. As soon as Zhao Xianjun entered, his eyes widened in surprise.
Before him lay a breathtakingly beautiful image of a sleeping begonia.
Feng Niang lay languidly on her side on the bed, still wearing her silver nightgown. The hem of the robe was open, revealing
a pair of dazzlingly beautiful legs, slightly bent and completely exposed. Those snow-white, full-figured
legs with their exquisitely long curves instantly captivated Zhao Xianjun. He stared intently at those beautiful legs, his mind
wandering as he moved step by step towards Feng Niang's bedside.
The closer he got to Feng Niang, the more frantically Zhao Xianjun's heart pounded; he was completely intoxicated. Because she was lying on her side,
Feng Niang's body, outlined by the nightgown, had its beautiful, undulating curves even more pronounced, especially
the perfectly rounded curves and full, rounded texture of her slender waist and full hips. Zhao Xianjun felt a hundred claws scratching at his heart, wanting nothing more than to pounce on the bed immediately
. But a sliver of reason and a sense of fear towards Feng Niang still allowed him to suppress his lust and slowly approach Feng Niang's
side.
Zhao Xianjun walked to the bedside, suppressing the burning desire in his heart, and leaned down to examine Feng Niang closely with trepidation.
This close inspection only amplified his astonishment. Her skin was flawless,
her features exquisitely perfect, and especially her mature, languid air. "How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world!"
Even Zhao Xianjun, who had seen countless beauties, felt as if he were in a dream.
Feng Niang's eyes were closed, a faint blush on her cheeks. The air was filled with the crisp
scent of wine. An empty wine bottle lay overturned beside Feng Niang's bedside, its intoxicating aroma making Zhao Xianjun
slightly tipsy as well. He softly called "Feng Niang," his voice dry and hoarse with urgency.
Feng Niang already knew of his arrival. Although she appeared outwardly unresponsive, her inner turmoil was far from calm.
Tension, shame, anger, regret… a complex mix of emotions defied description. However, given her composed
nature, even with her heart burning like oil, she maintained a slumbering composure. Hearing Zhao Xianjun's voice,
she slightly opened her beautiful eyes, turned to look at the trembling, excited young master before her bed.
A fleeting look of pain crossed her eyes, and she coldly said, "You've come." Then she closed her eyes again, offering no
further comment.
Seeing that Feng Niang showed no objection, Zhao Xianjun was overjoyed. However, looking at
the perfect body so close to him, ready to be taken at will, he was momentarily at a loss. After a moment's hesitation, he knelt before Feng
Niang's bedside, his trembling hands cupping one of her jade-like feet. Women who practice martial arts inevitably develop calluses on their ankles
, but Feng Niang's jade-like feet were snow-white and translucent, flawless even to the most discerning eye
. Her slender, beautiful toes, in particular, were considered treasures in the eyes of men.
Zhao Xianjun caressed Feng Niang's smooth, delicate feet with irresistible affection, finally lowering his head to bite them
. His lips and tongue greedily licked every inch of her skin, even boldly taking her beautiful toes
into his mouth to suck and play with them.
Feng Niang's body trembled slightly in resistance as her tender toes were wantonly violated by this lecherous man
, but she immediately restrained herself with immense willpower. She repeatedly told herself, "Feng Niang, from
today onwards, this body no longer belongs to you. This is just the beginning. From now on, no matter how humiliating it may be, you
must endure it! You must accept it!" Another part of her resisted deep inside, crying out, "No! No!" But
this resistance grew weaker and weaker until it finally ceased.
Lost in his own pleasure, Zhao Xianjun was unaware of Feng Niang's inner struggle.
After licking Feng Niang's feet for a while, he began to move upwards, his greedy tongue gradually kissing her beautifully curved
calves from her ankles, while his hands roamed freely up her legs. Touching Feng Niang's skin...
The more skin he saw, the more astonished he became by Feng Niang's delicate and smooth skin, especially the intoxicating fragrance that
wafted into his nostrils, fueling his burgeoning desire.
Finally, Zhao Xianjun's hands and mouth moved to Feng Niang's thighs. The plumpness and firm skin
drove him mad, especially as he approached her private parts. A mysterious, alluring, and maddening
fragrance almost made him lose control, and he even refrained from opening his mouth to nibble at Feng Niang's
jade-like legs. Gradually, teeth marks covered Feng Niang's alabaster thighs.
He slowly approached the opening of her robe at the end of her legs, where the seductive fragrance grew even stronger. Zhao
Xianjun hesitated, wondering whether to pull open her robe, but ultimately, he was still somewhat timid. After a long internal struggle, he still
dared not be too direct. He crawled a few steps to Feng Niang's bedside, wanting to see if she showed any displeasure,
but Feng Niang remained as if asleep, her beautiful face devoid of any emotion. At that moment, a strange fragrance that made Zhao Xianjun's body heat up wafted into his nostrils— 　　the milky scent emanating
from Feng Niang's beautiful breasts . Zhao Xianjun was intoxicated by this alluring aroma, lowering his head to try and inhale more, but unexpectedly, 　　his nose brushed against Feng Niang's high, firm breasts. Her half-open robe revealed her rounded breasts so 　　close to his nose, the deep, white cleavage enticing him to plunge into them. 　　Unable to restrain himself, Zhao Xianjun, panting heavily, trembling, touched Feng Niang's breasts with his hands. Even through 　　the robe, the full, smooth, and incredibly elastic feel was indescribably wonderful. He boldly kneaded 　　Feng Niang's ample breasts, waves of electric sensation shooting from his palms to his heart, stimulating him to use even 　　more force and roughness. But Feng Niang remained unresponsive, as if these hands of Lu Shan were not even there, 　　ravaging her chest. 　　Under his wanton manipulation, Feng Niang's nightgown became even looser and more disheveled, revealing most of her snow-white breasts 　　. Zhao Xianjun, unwilling to let the last layer of fabric get in the way, boldly reached for the belt around Feng Niang's waist 　　. Seeing that she still didn't object, he gently pulled, the belt loosening and the robe falling loose, 　　releasing a mature woman's unique scent. Suddenly, Zhao Xianjun's mind went blank, and he almost fainted from the stimulation 　　. 　　He saw that Feng Niang had no clothing beneath her robe; her snow-white, perfect naked body was completely exposed as the robe fell away 　　, radiating endless light in the dim lamplight. Although Zhao Xianjun was young, he had been 　　with many women, but he had never seen such a full, alluring, and flawless body 　　. It was a masterpiece of nature. 　　Zhao Xianjun's gaze was immediately drawn to Feng Niang's exceptionally large breasts. Although 　　he had just tried to fondle them and knew how full and elastic they were, seeing this miraculous 　　sight still left him completely stunned. He had never seen a woman with such high and full 　　breasts. 　　Feng Niang's breasts stood tall and proud, even tilting upwards with pride. For Feng Niang's age, her breasts showed no 　　signs of sagging; on the contrary, they displayed a mature and alluring beauty. The two heavy, snow-white peaks 　　trembled slightly with Feng Niang's breath, and no one could describe how this trembling was so irresistible to a man. Two rosy nipples 　　, like cherries adorning jade, adorned Feng Niang's breasts. Though no longer young, her nipples and rounded areolas were 　　more delicate and pink than those of a young virgin. 　　Her full breasts made her slender waist appear even more delicate, and her slightly curled body 　　accentuated the exaggerated curves of her round, swollen buttocks. Zhao Xianjun was completely captivated by this exquisite body 　　. He didn't notice that the moment her robe fell away, revealing her naked body, Feng Niang clenched her fists, ready to raise them. 　　Although she had struggled internally for a long time and seemed to have convinced herself, the sight of her body truly exposed 　　almost shattered her resolve and courage. She couldn't help but want to kill this lecherous 　　man who was about to defile her. Just then, a compassionate voice suddenly rang in her ears, "Child, 　　I apologize on behalf of all the martial arts practitioners in the Central Plains for making you suffer so much!" Before Feng Niang's eyes appeared another 　　image: an old Taoist priest, his face filled with sorrow, kneeling tremblingly. Feng Niang gritted her teeth in secret, finally 　　releasing her fists, silently preparing to face what was to come. 　　Zhao Xianjun, unaware that he had just escaped death, could no longer suppress the burning 　　desire within him. He plunged his head between Feng Niang's breasts, rubbing his burning cheek against her soft breasts. 　　At the same time, his hand boldly placed on Feng Niang's snowy buttocks. Once he touched that incomparably beautiful 　　and voluptuous place, the intoxicating sensation made him forget everything else, only knowing to grope her more forcefully and 　　wantonly. 　　The simultaneous loss of her most precious parts—upper and lower body—to a woman, and the wanton violation of this man 　　, was like a raging inferno for Feng Niang, who had remained chaste for forty years. Her body stiffened, her heart bled, and 　　she wished she could tear off every inch of skin touched by this disgusting man. But Feng Niang was no ordinary woman; 　　having made up her mind to abandon her chastity, she wouldn't give up halfway. In her heart, she screamed, "Come 　　on!" Her body remained motionless, a tear silently sliding down her cheek, 　　unnoticed by Zhao Xianjun, who was lost in ecstasy. 　　Zhao Xianjun's face was buried between two exquisitely beautiful breasts, the intoxicating scent filling his nostrils. 　　The pleasure of their caresses made him lose himself, inhaling the intoxicating aroma deeply while moving his head, 　　enjoying the exquisite sensation of the breasts pressing against his face. Overwhelmed by passion, Zhao Xianjun took one of Feng Niang's 　　delicate nipples into his mouth. The nipple, swelling and hardening under his ministrations, succumbed to his tongue and began 　　to suckle and gnaw with fervent abandon, his greedy, ugly behavior resembling that of a starving infant. Simultaneously, his other 　　hand groped Feng Niang's other breast, but her ample bosom was far too large for him to grasp entirely. With his 　　unrestrained, forceful squeezing, the white flesh spilled from between his fingers. At this moment, Feng Niang remained motionless, 　　allowing Zhao Xianjun to ravage her, letting him freely enjoy the most perfect pair of breasts in the world.

Zhao Xianjun was burning with desire, as if he were in a furnace. He hurriedly stripped himself naked
, his already engorged penis mounting him as he climbed onto the bed and straddled Feng Niang's body. His
body, burning with lust, touched Feng Niang's smooth yet cold skin, the stimulation sending shivers down his spine. Especially when
he was on top of her, he truly appreciated how mature, full, and elastic her body was.
Looking down, he saw the marks of his own nibbling on Feng Niang's proud, snow-white breasts, even
glistening with his saliva. The sight made him let out a meaningless roar
, his body trembling violently. His ejaculation was uncontrollable, his penis spurting out thick semen.
Zhao Xianjun hadn't expected to be so weak-willed; he ejaculated before even reaching true ecstasy. He panicked
, unsure whether to pull away or remain on Feng Niang's body. His semen splattered onto Feng
Niang's thighs and lower abdomen, with a few drops even landing on her breasts. Zhao Xianjun's heart pounded. He reached
out to wipe away the semen but ultimately dared not.
After a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly remembered something, hurriedly rolled off the bed, picked up his
clothes from the floor, and tremblingly took a porcelain bottle from his pocket, pouring out a single pill. Soon, a
warm sensation spread, and his previously limp penis gradually became erect again.
This time, he climbed back onto the bed, mustered his courage, and parted Feng Niang's legs. Feng Niang's body stiffened slightly, but she didn't resist,
allowing him to spread her legs, exposing her most precious and private parts to this young and
lewd man. Feng Niang's slightly raised mons pubis was covered with a dense, slightly curved forest of hair. Below, her legs parted
, her secret orifice was fully exposed, like a budding flower. Her two delicate, pink labia were slightly closed, as if
no one had ever easily intruded upon them. Coupled with the alluring, maddening, and lascivious aura unique to mature women, all of this
drove Zhao Xianjun to madness.
He raised his burning penis and approached that sacred place, finally trembling as he mustered his courage and thrust in.
At the moment he broke through her, Feng Niang let out a mournful cry, her head turned to the side, a cold,
pearly light flashing in the corner of her eye, before she quickly returned to normal, allowing Zhao Xianjun to truly possess her body, which she had once cherished like a precious gem.
Zhao Xianjun let out a long breath only after his penis was fully inside Feng Niang's body, but he immediately gasped again.
For Feng Niang's age, her lower body was tighter than that of a virgin, especially since it felt as if layers of barriers were enveloping and
squeezing his penis. The powerful pressure almost caused him to embarrass himself again. He tried his best to calm himself, took a deep
breath, and began to slowly thrust in and out of Feng Niang's body.
At this moment, Feng Niang's heart was numb with pain. Her lower body was being shamelessly penetrated and thrust into by the man, yet she seemed to
feel nothing. But for Zhao Xianjun, this moment was truly the luckiest man in the world. He could watch
his penis deeply penetrate Feng Niang's body, see the opening and closing of her labia with each thrust, and feel
his scrotum slapping against Feng Niang's snowy buttocks, completely exposed before him. He
felt like he was dreaming. On one side was Feng Niang's celestial beauty, and on the other, the two of them were connected in this lewd manner.
He could so brazenly possess a goddess, owning everything about her—this was
a blessing even the emperors of heaven could not enjoy.
Zhao Xianjun grew increasingly excited, violating Feng Niang's body with all his might, his penis thrusting forcefully
into her secret place, the sounds of their bodies colliding becoming increasingly rapid. In the heat of the moment, Zhao Xianjun
had cast aside any reverence he had for Feng Niang. He grasped Feng Niang's calves, lifting her two long, beautiful
legs wide apart, forming a "V" shape raised high in the sky, and frantically thrusting his lower body, launching
a fierce attack on Feng Niang. Feng Niang remained silent, simply letting him do as he pleased.
With Zhao Xianjun's fierce thrusts, Feng Niang's beautiful, towering breasts swayed wildly,
her elastic fullness blooming in waves of incredibly alluring white milk. The sight was unbearable for any man,
and it dazzled Zhao Xianjun's eyes as well. He thrust even more vigorously into the beauty beneath him, plunging his head into
the violently heaving waves of Feng Niang's breasts, wishing he could drown in them.
A moment later, Zhao Xianjun's body convulsed violently, and a stream of hot semen poured into Feng Niang's body.
Feng Niang cherished purity; the man's filth entering her body made her feel nauseous, but having already decided to abandon her chastity
, she could endure any further humiliation.
Zhao Xianjun trembled for a long while before finally ejaculating. He was reluctant to get off Feng Niang's body,
a glint of madness flashing in his eyes. He reached for the porcelain bottle again, poured out some pills, and swallowed them. In no time,
he regained his strength and resumed his vigorous work on Feng Niang. This time, Feng Niang's eyes held
even more mockery. She lifted her long, beautiful legs and wrapped them around Zhao Xianjun's waist, actively responding to his advances,
writhing her jade-like body. Feng Niang's initiative delighted Zhao Xianjun. He gritted his teeth, pressing down hard on
the alluring body beneath him, his hands shamelessly groping up and down, panting heavily as he thrust wildly…
Time and again, Zhao Xianjun ejaculated inside Feng Niang. He swallowed
the pills from the porcelain bottle repeatedly until the medicine was finished. Zhao Xianjun had exhausted all his energy, finally
collapsing on Feng Niang's body like a dead dog, panting heavily, no longer able to do anything more.
Only then did Feng Niang open her beautiful eyes, looking at the man who had just enjoyed such bliss on top of her, and coldly said, "You
should leave too." Zhao Xianjun was stunned. Despite his immense reluctance, he dared not
struggle off Feng Niang's soft and beautiful body, picking up his clothes and putting them on. Feng Niang, however, refused to put on her clothes, remaining naked,
simply turning over and ignoring the man who had been her one with countless times of lovemaking just moments before.
Zhao Xianjun gazed at Feng Niang's alluring body, covered in his kisses and even teeth marks. Recalling his earlier
frenzied release on this perfect physique, a surge of heat rose within him. But touching his aching back,
which prevented him from straightening up, he felt utterly powerless. He knew the medication had severely depleted
his body, and he feared it would take months of rest to recover. But even this romantic encounter was more than enough to keep him bedridden.
He would give his life for her without hesitation. He stared back at Feng Niang for a long time before staggering
away, his back hunched.
Although he had enjoyed such a blessing, Zhao Xianjun couldn't understand why Feng Niang had shown him such favor. If she was inherently
promiscuous, he had just touched and kissed every inch of her skin, and even penetrated her vagina for so
long, yet he hadn't felt the slightest arousal from her body. Moreover, although Feng Niang was
much older than him, the seasoned courtesan Zhao Xianjun noticed that she seemed to have absolutely no experience with sexual intercourse. Although
she tried to please him later, her movements were very clumsy, as if she had never served a man in bed before.
How could such a mature and unrestrained beauty have no experience in bed?
His entire attention was focused on this mysterious beauty, and he left dejectedly, even
forgetting to greet the servants waiting at the door before hunching away. Several servants watched their master
walk away, but none of them rushed forward to fawn over him as usual. They had been peeking through the window from outside
, witnessing their master and Feng Niang's live sex act unfold before their eyes, leaving the lackeys dumbfounded,
drooling, and visibly aroused. Seeing their master emerge without greeting them,
the servants secretly rejoiced, hoping Zhao Xianjun would leave quickly so they could get a share.
Once Zhao Xianjun was out of sight, the servants conferred briefly and then stormed into Feng Niang's room. In the past,
when Zhao Xianjun raped women, he often left the women he had slept with to them; therefore, they decided to follow
the old tradition this time as well.
Feng Niang had already sensed their presence and could hear their
heavy breathing as Zhao Xianjun had ravaged her. She knew their purpose in entering the room, but having just experienced a physical ordeal, Feng Niang
was now determined to accept any challenge.
The servants surrounded Feng Niang's bed. She lay naked with her back to them, her round, pert buttocks facing
them. Between her two full, white mounds, her jade petals, half-exposed, revealed
the ravages of Zhao Xianjun's assault. A thick, yellowish-white substance slowly oozed from between her petals. The scene was cruel
yet alluring and insane, especially the disheveled bedding and Feng Niang's disheveled hair—the
remnants of their intense lovemaking—making it impossible to resist.
Several wicked servants, their eyes blazing with lust, eagerly stripped off their clothes and climbed onto Feng Niang's fragrant bed. Feng Niang's bed
wasn't large, but with four or five men climbing on it, it quickly became crowded and creaked under their weight.
Ignoring the crowd, the servants began vying for Feng Niang's most alluring parts. Some pinched her ample breasts, some
nibbled at her full, snowy buttocks, and some groped her thighs and abdomen… a dozen hands were all
on Feng Niang's delicate body.
Feng Niang kept her beautiful eyes tightly closed, letting them do as they pleased, not caring whose hands were on her chest, who was
pinching her buttocks, or whose penis was already inside her.
Faced with such a stunning beauty as Feng Niang, ordinary men couldn't last long in bed, especially since these servants did
n't have their master's aphrodisiacs. Before long, they all ejaculated inside Feng Niang, losing their stamina
. These men didn't dare stay long, hastily dressed, and left, leaving only the naked Feng Niang lying on the bed.
Feng Niang remained serene, as if she were fast asleep, as if no group of men had ever climbed off her body
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