【Flowers Are Not Flowers】【Author: gilgbmesh21】

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Chapter 1

Jiangnan, evening, an endless plain. Along the roadside, a vast expanse of reeds swayed gently in the breeze over a tranquil pond.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in, startling the reeds, rippling the water and creating countless waves.

A rider and his horse flashed past, galloping towards the crimson sunset. Farmers in the distance cast questioning glances. A fine horseman, dressed in sturdy armor—could he be a江湖人 (jianghu person, a figure from the martial arts world)? Was the night not as peaceful and quiet as it was here?

The rider, dressed in coarse cloth, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, looked like an ordinary farmer, but the steed beneath him was truly swift and powerful, fast as a shooting star; such a fine horse would be hard to find outside the imperial palace. The

rider was heading towards a small grove by the Huai River. Normally, only a few fishermen would pass by the river, but now two groups were at each other's throats, ready to fight: the Jiangnan Salt Gang and the Jiangnan Charcoal Gang. As their names suggest, the two groups respectively dealt in the salt and charcoal businesses, both being very powerful gangs.

The salt gang was led by its third leader, Tang Da, a imposing burly man, who glared angrily at the leader of the charcoal gang. Speaking of Qi Shusheng of the charcoal gang, he was a rare figure in the martial arts world, skilled in both literature and martial arts. Originally, the charcoal gang's business was mainly in the north, but now it had expanded to the south, all thanks to Qi Shusheng's leadership.

"You, surnamed Qi, it's one thing for you to run rampant in the north, but to come to the Huai River and occupy our fleet's shipping lanes—what kind of logic is that?" Tang Da roared.

"Brother Tang, you're mistaken." The other man's eyes were practically glued to him, but Qi Shusheng simply smiled and strolled along, saying, "Not to mention that the Charcoal Gang is reasonable everywhere, the Huai River is so vast; surely this gang can accommodate our few small boats." "Hmph, the Salt Gang has always traded on the Huai River. You outsiders are only allowed by land; water transport is up to us." Tang Da waved his hand, and dozens of burly men behind him shouted in unison, instantly gaining momentum. The Charcoal Gang members, already few in number, couldn't help but look troubled upon seeing this display. Seeing this, Tang Da became even more smug. Pointing at Qi Shusheng's nose, he said, "Since ancient times, swords and spears have always been based on reason. This Huai River shipping was also won through generations of blood and flesh by the Salt Gang. If you have the guts, let's see who's better in martial arts. If not, then go back to the Northeast." Even though Qi Shusheng was very well-mannered, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Then that's unreasonable. I wonder if this is the intention of Master Zhang of the Salt Gang?" Tang Da laughed loudly, "You dare to speak to Master Zhang? With me, Master Tang, I'm more than enough to deal with a greenhorn like you." Qi Shusheng sneered, "Then let's see if you have the ability." Tang Da laughed, "Swords have no eyes, Master Qi, be careful." He drew his broadsword from his waist, waved it a few times in front of Qi Shusheng, and suddenly slashed at his head. Qi Shusheng stepped back, drew his weapon, and the two immediately clashed.

His weapon was a short iron staff, and his moves were quick and ruthless. One was powerful and heavy, the other light and elusive, and they fought to a draw. The Salt Gang, relying on their superior numbers, had already surrounded the Charcoal Gang, and a fight seemed imminent.

"Stop! Let's talk this out!" A loud shout shook everyone's eardrums, including Tang Da and Qi Shusheng, who, startled, stopped and jumped back. A rider emerged from the woods, dismounted, and bowed, saying, "I am Yu Qing, greetings to all heroes." Tang Da and Qi Shusheng returned the greeting with confusion. Qi Shusheng thought to himself, "I don't seem to recognize this person. Could he be from the Salt Gang?" He

glanced at Tang Da, who also looked puzzled.

Yu Qing smiled slightly, "Salt and charcoal have always been essential to people's livelihoods. We are all one family. Why let our own people hurt our harmony?" Tang Da retorted angrily, "What's it to you? The Salt Gang has been shipping goods in Jiangnan for centuries. What is the Charcoal Gang compared to that?" Qi Shusheng sneered and ignored him. Tang Da turned around angrily and said, "Am I wrong?" Yu Taiqing stepped forward and separated the two, saying, "Calm down. I'd like to hear the details and see if I can help." Seeing that both of them looked unconvinced, Yu Taiqing smiled and said, "As the leader of the Taiping Gang, I do have some abilities." Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. The Taiping Gang was the largest gang in the martial arts world, and its leader was indeed named Yu Qing. However, apart from his piercing eyes, this man looked no different from a peasant. Tang Da said, "Words are not enough. You must provide some evidence." His tone had softened considerably. Yu Taiqing smiled and nodded. Suddenly, he raised his right hand and waved it in front of him. Tang Da and Qi Shusheng felt a heat in their chests, as if branded with a hot iron. They moved quickly, retreating several feet before realizing they were unharmed. Their faces were deathly pale.

Tang Da took a breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Flowing Cloud Palm, Broken Golden Finger, Chief Yu, I have been impolite." Qi Shusheng also bowed in return, but his internal strength was slightly weaker, and he could not even speak.

Yu Qing hurriedly returned the greeting, saying, "Ignorance is no excuse. My name is ordinary; there are certainly many others in the world named Yu Qing. You two need not be so polite." Qi Shusheng, having caught his breath, said, "With Chief Yu presiding over justice today, I am relieved. The Taiping Gang has always been fair and impartial; who in the martial world does not know this?" Tang Da coldly said, "Today, out of respect for Chief Yu, I will not hold it against you. However, this is a matter for the Salt Gang, and Chief Yu is not a member of our gang. I'm afraid he cannot help you with this matter." Yu Qing paced back and forth, smiling, "I do not wish to interfere in the affairs of the Salt Gang and the Charcoal Gang. I only have a suggestion; I wonder if you would grant me the honor?" Tang Da said, "Please speak, Chief Yu. However, I cannot make the decision myself; I am merely acting on the orders of Master Zhang." Qi Shusheng cursed inwardly, thinking, "Look at you, a roughneck, yet you have a cunning mind, managing to push this matter away so cleanly."

Yu Qing slowly said, "The Charcoal Gang are guests from afar. For the Salt Gang to cut off their livelihood like this is not the way to treat guests." Seeing Tang Da's expression change slightly, Yu Qing continued, "However, the Charcoal Gang will be doing business on the Salt Gang's territory. My suggestion is to take 10% of their profits each year and give it to the Salt Gang. What do you all think?" Tang Da said, "I dare not refute what Chief Yu says, but the Charcoal Gang's profits are known only to themselves. What should we do then?" Qi Shusheng immediately said, "Our accounts are clear and the Salt Gang can check them at any time. Chief Yu's words are reasonable, and I have no objection." Tang Da sneered, "The accounts may be true, but when we look at them, they might not be." Yu Qing smiled, "That's easy to say. If the Salt Gang and the Charcoal Gang trust me, how about I act as an intermediary?

With me reviewing the Charcoal Gang's accounts, and with the Taiping Gang having a strict advisor, there will be no trouble." Tang Da hesitated, saying:

"It's not that I don't trust Chief Yu, but this matter is too important. I must inform the patriarch," Yu Qing said with a smile. "Please give my regards to Patriarch Liu. This is a small token of my appreciation, Brother Tang, please accept it." Tang Da took the gift from Yu Qing, his eyes lighting up. He stammered, "This, this, Chief Yu." Yu Qing said,

"This is the amount the charcoal gang should pay this year. I estimate it's more than that. Brother Tang, please take a look." Qi Shusheng was also surprised. He looked at the money and saw it was a silver note for 500,000 taels of silver. Not counting the 10% of the harvest, it was almost half of the total. He exclaimed, "Chief Yu, why do you need to do this? The charcoal gang can easily afford this amount." Yu Qing laughed heartily, waved his hands, and everyone felt a gust of wind hit their faces, speechless for a moment. Then they saw Yu Qing leap onto his horse and gallop several feet away in an instant. But everyone could still hear his words clearly.

"Brother Tang, please take the silver notes to Master Liu. I'll take my leave now. If you have time, please come to Yunmeng Manor for a chat." Falling leaves swirled, and Yu Qing had vanished without a trace.

Tang Da coughed and said, "Brother Qi, I was rude just now. I hope you will forgive me." Qi Shusheng cupped his hands and said,

"No problem, no problem. Chief Yu's suggestion is excellent. The Charcoal Gang has already agreed. I hope Brother Tang will put in a good word for us with Master Liu." Tang Da said, "Certainly, certainly." He paused slightly and said, "The Taiping Gang leads all the major gangs in the Central Plains. Chief Yu is indeed extraordinary. I admire him greatly." A bloody storm had already passed without a trace. Yunmeng Manor, the place where all the major gangs in the Central Plains looked up to, was the headquarters of the Taiping Gang. Yu Qing, thirty-two years old, already showed signs of becoming a leader in the martial arts world. He emerged from seclusion in his early twenties, single-handedly destroying the four major bandit gangs of Jiangnan, and then founded the Taiping Gang, uniting various sects and acting as a mediator. The gang had countless members from prestigious families, making it very prosperous. Nowadays, martial arts practitioners often say: "Only after mastering Wudang and

Shaolin can one join the Taiping Gang." As soon as Yu Qing rode his horse to the manor gate, a servant immediately came forward, took the reins, and said, "Master, Madam has prepared dinner." Yu Qing dismounted and smiled, "Aping, from now on, don't call me Master anymore, just call me Master. After the birthday banquet in a couple of days, I will take you as my disciple." The servant's eyes reddened, and he could barely hold the reins, trembling as he said, "Aping, it is truly an honor..." But he couldn't finish his sentence.

Yu Qing gently patted his shoulder and strolled into the manor. After turning a few corners, they arrived at Lotus Lake and the Flowing Light Pavilion. A beautiful woman stood gracefully in the pavilion, her eyebrows like painted paintings, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, her white dress spotless, as pure and flawless as a fairy. Her skin was as delicate as snow, like the most tender flower petals, and the faint smile on her lips was like unspoken poetry. Bathed in the clear lake water under the setting sun, the white lotus flowers swayed gently before her exquisite beauty, quietly admiring her.

Yu Qing, a top martial arts master, the leader of the largest gang in the Central Plains, and a renowned hero, was a symbol of the martial arts world's dream. But the most enviable figure was the peerless beauty before him, Qin Yueling. Five years ago, the mention of Yunmeng Manor, Lotus Lake, and the moonlit figure in the Flowing Light Pavilion filled young heroes with longing.

Only a hero like Yu Qing was worthy of joining hands with her and becoming her husband. But any young man in love would never call her Madam Yu; Fairy Lingyue was the name they most often used.

At this moment, the fairy belonged only to Yu Qing. The two sat hand in hand in the pavilion, savoring the meal prepared by Qin Yueling herself. At this moment, Fairy Lingyue, like an ordinary woman, silently watched her husband enjoy her cooking. Her tired face gradually relaxed, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She softly said, "You're going to travel so far again this time. Don't work too hard. We have a birthday banquet in a couple of days." As the ancient saying goes, "On the seven strings of a zither, one can quietly listen to the cold wind in the pines." A simple sentence, spoken by Yueling, sounded like a beautiful melody. Yu Qing gazed at his wife, seemingly mesmerized. He gently held Yueling's slender hand. Yue Ling's jade-like face flushed slightly as she held her husband's broad hand. The two remained quietly together, their whispers audible even in the rippling water.

After a long while, Yu Qing said, "Yu Ling, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. This can't be ignored. If there's only peace, how can the world ever truly be at peace?" Yue Ling looked into her husband's slightly melancholy eyes and comforted him,

"My husband has done his best. The outcome is up to fate. Don't worry too much." Yu Qing sighed, "With my wife by my side, I have no regrets in this life." Yue Ling smiled and said, "Don't joke. By the way, I've made so much dinner that we can't even finish it all. Why don't you invite A Ping to have some too?" Yu Qing nodded repeatedly and said, "This child has been with me for so long, but he's never eaten your cooking before. A Ping, come in and eat with us." A Ping walked timidly into the Flowing Light Pavilion, sat down somewhat awkwardly, but dared not touch his chopsticks. Yu Qing laughed,

"Aping, this is our home, don't treat me like a master. Didn't I tell you, from now on you'll call me Master? Don't be shy, eat up." Yue Ling also laughed and said, "What, are you worried your master's wife's cooking isn't good?" Aping shook his head repeatedly and finally began to eat. Yu Qing and his wife continued to discuss the birthday banquet, which was being held for Elder Wang Tianfeng of the gang.

Although it was called a birthday banquet, it was actually an opportunity to unite the major gangs in the martial arts world and discuss some important matters. For the Taiping Gang, such matters were handled by the strategist Yan Wuji. This man had a face like a stone slab, never showing his emotions, and had held this position since the founding of the Taiping Gang. Yu Qing was in charge of the public, while Yan Wuji was in charge of the backstage. Over the past ten years, the Taiping Gang had been so prosperous, and Yan Wuji's

contribution was indispensable. As Aping ate, his mind was filled with thoughts. He had been following Yu Qing for ten years, from an orphan who was about to starve to death on the roadside to becoming the chief disciple of the leader of the largest gang in the martial arts world in just two days. These past few days, he had been unable to sleep, fearing that he would wake up to find it was all a dream. In his heart, Yu Qing had always been a flawless hero. Although Yu Qing was always kind and approachable to him, he had never imagined that Yu Qing would become his disciple.

After the meal, Yu Qing and his wife walked hand in hand to the guest room. Yue Ling turned back to A Ping, who was clearing away the dishes, and smiled, "You should rest these few days too; the birthday banquet is very busy." A Ping dared not look Yue Ling in the eye and simply nodded. Entering the guest room, Yu Qing smiled and said, "It's been three years, and A Ping still hasn't dared to look you in the eye. It seems he really thinks you're a celestial fairy." Yue Ling smiled and said, "Don't joke. If I'm a fairy, then you're a goddess." Yu Qing was right. From the first moment A Ping saw Qin Yue Ling, he regarded her as a true fairy. Only a great hero like Yu Qing was worthy of this woman whose beauty seemed otherworldly. He felt that if he looked at her any longer, or got any closer, he would be defiling this pure and flawless beauty.

Yue Ling changed her clothes and bathed, then sat on the bed. Her beautiful black hair was steaming with moisture, and her white silk robe clung to her slender body. Even though she was his bedmate, Yu Qing was mesmerized. He suddenly sighed, and a hint of worry appeared in Yue Ling's beautiful eyes. "Is there anything else?" he asked. Yu Qing sighed, "I just received an urgent report. I have to go out for a bit. Yue Ling, you should rest." Yue Ling got up and gently kissed Yu Qing's cheek, saying, "Come back soon." Watching her husband quietly close the door, a nameless sorrow welled up in Yue Ling's heart. Birthday banquet, birthday banquet... she hoped everything would be alright. Yu Qing had been preoccupied lately. Could something have gone wrong in the gang? Yue Ling sighed softly. She didn't know martial arts and had no way to share her husband's worries. She could only gaze at the bright moon outside the window and quietly pray for her beloved. Yu Qing

left the guest room, his movements immediately becoming swift and stealthy. After a few turns, they arrived at a thatched hut, a secluded place used for storing horse feed. Yu Qing stood at the door but didn't go in. Suddenly, he whispered,

"What's going on?" Someone inside replied, "The advisor seems to be on guard." Yu Qing asked, "How much does he know?" "It's alright, just a slight suspicion, not enough to warrant any action."

Yu Qing took a breath and said, "Good. Before the birthday banquet, we mustn't alert him." The voices ceased. Yu Qing confirmed no one was around, took a deep breath, and left. The manor at night lacked its sunlit beauty; the gloomy water reflected no serenity.

Another night. Wealthy families have their troubles, while humble homes have their warmth. The small house in the suburbs, surrounded by trees, appeared peaceful and cozy. Inside was only a woman. She wasn't as stunningly beautiful as Yue Ling, but she possessed the unique charm of a girl from a modest family. She lit a candle, embroidering a garment in a light-colored blouse, humming a little tune. A joyful smile graced her round face, her bright eyes seeming to watch her dancing fingers, or perhaps gaze at a distant figure.

"It's finished!" she suddenly exclaimed, realizing she was alone in the room, and couldn't help but cover her mouth with a smile.

"My husband will be back tomorrow. Ah, working for the Taiping Gang is good, but it's all so secretive, and I have to travel everywhere." The woman pouted, a hint of complaint in her eyes, but her lips still held a bright light. Both were women alone in their empty chambers, their joy at the impending return of their husbands palpable. The short garment in her hands, with its light colors and simple lines, was clearly the work of an expert. "He'll look very handsome in it tomorrow." She carefully folded the garment, blew out the candle, and prepared to sleep.

Suddenly, a soft knock came at the door. Startled, she quickly lit a candle and said, "Who is it? It's so late, I cannot receive guests." Could it be her husband returning early? A sense of anticipation rose in her heart.

Unfortunately, she was disappointed. The voice outside the door was a deep, unfamiliar one: "Excuse me, are you Xu Jin, wife of Sun Zhengren?" "Yes. If there's nothing else, please come again tomorrow morning." Xu Jin's heart sank, and her tone became stern.

"I am Hu Yan of the Taiping Gang. Brother Sun has something important to give to your wife." Xu Jin was taken aback. What could her husband possibly have? It was so late; it was best to be cautious. "Thank you, Brother Hu. Leave it at the door; I'll take it myself." "This item is extremely important. Please forgive my rudeness." With a creak, Hu Yan burst through the door. His face was covered with a black cloth, and he was a burly man. Xu Jin was shocked. She grabbed a small knife beside her and said in a trembling voice, "Don't do anything rash! My husband is a member of the Taiping Gang. Do you know the consequences of messing with them?" Hu Yan didn't answer. He looked around and said, "Brother Sun, why don't you buy more furniture for your wife? How can such simple furnishings be worthy of her?" Xu Jin trembled all over and said, "Who are you? How dare you be so bold? Aren't you afraid the Taiping Gang will come after you?" Hu Yan laughed loudly, "The Taiping Gang? In my eyes, they are worthless." Suddenly, he reached out, snatched the knife from Xu Jin's hand, grabbed her, and threw her onto the bed.

Birds in the jungle outside were startled and took flight. The night grew even darker.

The sounds of tearing fabric, screams, and sobs could not drown out the man's rough breathing and beast-like growls. The pretty, dignified young woman, her hair disheveled, struggled futilely, watching helplessly as her outer garments were ripped apart, her moon-white undergarments torn off, her snow-white body, never before seen by outsiders, mercilessly exposed.

"Why, why is this happening? Masato, where are you? Help me!" Unable to believe what she was seeing, her earlier anticipation and joy vanished like shredded clothing.

"Madam's figure is too alluring; I am truly unworthy of it," Hu Yan laughed, quickly stripping off his own clothes, leaving only a black rag. The dark, beast-like body made Xu Jin dizzy. "Masato, it's all over." When those dark hands pressed against her tender breasts, no more tears could flow from her beautiful eyes.

Black and white flesh intertwined, the moans of man and woman mingled, the air thick with both pleasure and pain. The young woman, waiting for her husband's return, had her legs roughly spread apart. Her private parts, which once belonged to him, were now being brutally violated, her tender vagina being roughly thrust into. Xu Jin had long since given up resisting, closing her eyes and allowing Hu Yan to abuse her. Her once warm world had been completely destroyed by this outsider. That vicious and savage penis mercilessly violated her body and soul. When the man pressed his entire body against hers, growling as he forcefully ejaculated his vile semen deep into her flesh, Xu Jin was completely limp, her delicate eyes now dull and lifeless.

The man, satisfied after his frenzy, sat up. Looking at the violated young woman before him, he smiled triumphantly, an unparalleled sense of satisfaction swelling from every inch of his skin—a release of years of repression, a signal of ever-increasing desire. He stood up, took the garment Xu Jin had embroidered for her husband, and laughed, "My lady, your craftsmanship is truly excellent. I wonder what it would feel like to be violated while wearing this..." Xu Jin gritted her teeth, trembling all over, and hissed, "Who exactly are you?" Hu Yan actually put on the garment, straddled Xu Jin, turned her face, and said, "You'll know once you see it for yourself." Xu Jin slowly opened her eyes. The person before her had a face like a stone slab, almost like a sculpture except for the cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

"It's you, you're not, Master Yan?" Xu Jin was stunned. She had seen Master Yan Wuji, one of the two bigwigs of the Taiping Gang, when she was with her husband. His distinctive appearance left a deep impression on Xu Jin.

Yan Wuji seemed quite satisfied with her answer, laughing, "That's right, I am Yan Wuji. I took a liking to you the last time I saw you with Zhang Zhengren. Today my wish has finally come true. The night is still long, my lady." As he spoke, his large hands began to roam over Xu Jin's delicate body again. Xu Jin closed her eyes once more; she was powerless to do anything but silently endure.

This time, however, Yan Wuji was not as rough as before. Xu Jin's breasts were gently caressed, with a similar strength to her husband's, but the technique was vastly different. Her tender nipples were sometimes gently pinched, sometimes pressed and rotated. Her body, which had just been abused, surprisingly enjoyed this sensation. Xu Jin's tightly clenched teeth were no longer so tense. In any case, if the man wasn't rough, she would feel better. Suddenly, a warm breath brushed against her neck as Yan Wuji kissed her. The unprecedented tingling sensation filled Xu Jin with a strange panic. This time was different from last time. What did he want to do?

Her neck was kissed, her breasts caressed, and then the man's lips pressed against the inside of her thighs, sometimes biting lightly, sometimes licking. His wicked fingers parted her recently violated vulva, gently caressing it, then suddenly pressed his lips against it, licking it with his tongue. Xu Jin's body trembled violently. Unlike the painful struggle just now, this time it was a pleasurable sensation. Her teeth had already loosened, and her cherry lips began to exhale hot breath. What was happening? Xu Jin couldn't believe that her vulva was hiding such intense desire. Was sex not as simple as it was with her husband?

Yan Wuji raised his head, watching the beauty beneath him with satisfaction. As expected, this was also an untouched young woman. Under his sexual techniques, she was completely at a loss, only able to let her body react honestly. This is a man's most primal conquest, making another man's woman submit beneath him. No matter how much power or wealth he possesses, this is an unparalleled pleasure. The young woman beneath him began to writhe restlessly, a sign of impending collapse.

Xu Jin now begged for the man's swift violation; otherwise, such teasing only fueled her growing fear—fear of her own body, even more so than the assault itself.

Unfortunately, the man's fingers relentlessly dug deep into her vagina, beginning a slow, then increasingly rapid motion. Xu Jin was shocked, bewildered. A beautiful moan escaped her lips; the unparalleled pleasure shattered all her defenses. She cried out, writhed, and groaned. At her peak, her vagina gushed forth a torrent of vaginal fluid. At this moment, her husband's face blurred; not only his body, but even his soul had been destroyed by this man. Therefore, when Yan Wuji's penis penetrated her incredibly wet vagina, Xu Jin's waist involuntarily arched.

"Zhengren, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Gradually, she stopped thinking about anything. That weapon began to invade her vagina, shattering all shame and dignity. Her lips were kissed, her body was embraced, and nothing existed except for the beastly act of intercourse.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the garment that contained Xu Jin's heartfelt intentions, a warm garment woven for her husband. On the bed in the distance, her snow-white body was entangled with another man, emitting rapid moans, exuding a coquettishness and wantonness never before shown to her husband.

The long night finally ended, and Yan Wuji stood naked in the middle of the room, satisfied, looking at the unconscious young woman on the bed. Her hair was disheveled, and her fair, weathered body faintly revealed a delicate blush. Last night, under his various forms of violation, Xu Jin had climaxed three times. Yan

Wuji looked at Xu Jin's profile and said softly, "This matter must not be known to anyone. It's a pity, a pity, I'll have to trouble you to accompany your husband." Slowly, his hand reached out to Xu Jin...

Chapter Two

Yunmeng Manor, at the birthday banquet.

The chief镖头 (chief镖头 is a term used to describe the head镖师) of the four major镖局 (镖局 are a type of security escort agency) of Jiangnan arrived, as did the leaders of various gangs, and important figures from various righteous sects

. The once vast Yunmeng Manor now seemed much smaller. Yu Qing personally greeted them, and regardless of the size of the gang or the status of the guests, he greeted each one with a smile. Reaching his current position was not solely due to his martial arts prowess. Moreover, with Yan Wuji's assistance, he had detailed records of the personalities and preferences of all the gangs and sects, big and small. The chief镖头 of the Golden Lion镖局 disliked the sun, so he sat in the coolest spot. The Emei Sect's Qingxin Shitai (清心師太) preferred waterside locations, so seats by the pond were prepared for her and her entourage.

The main guest of the birthday banquet was Wang Tianfeng, a man known for his public-spiritedness and righteousness. Forty years ago, he was just like Yu Qing today, tirelessly working to alleviate the suffering of the martial arts world. Now, he is enjoying his retirement, serving as an elder in the Taiping Gang. Today is his seventieth birthday, and the Taiping Gang is using this occasion to unite various 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 hurriedly 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 wanted 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 there something else on his mind?

Yueling, carrying tea and snacks, appeared and immediately dispelled the noise in the hall. The older generation, maintaining their composure, didn't cast more than a few glances at the gang leader's wife. The younger generation, however, kept their heads down while constantly glancing at this ethereal beauty. Her stunningly beautiful face, egg-yolk yellow dress, and graceful figure seemed otherworldly.

Her eyes rippled like lake water, her smile serene and beautiful. The woman who once graced the Lotus Lake with her presence in the Flowing Light Pavilion, now stood before them, how could they not be moved? Even the women couldn't help but sigh, only a hero like Yu Qing could be worthy of such a beauty.

Tea and refreshments were served, and everyone rose to accept them. Many of the younger men, their minds fixed on Yue Ling, naturally became somewhat sloppy in their manners, inevitably earning a stern reprimand from their elders. After the refreshments were served, Yue Ling gave a graceful bow and left the reception area. Her previously relaxed brows now furrowed. Her husband's thoughts remained unspoken. After so many years of marriage, Yue Ling instinctively felt this matter was extremely important. Several times she wanted to ask him, 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, Yue Ling murmured to herself.

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

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

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

The other half of their happiness, Yu Qing, was standing 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 leaked 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 raised his voice, "Zhang Ting, please invite Master Yan to the study for a chat." Having said that, Yu Qing let out a long sigh.

He turned around, looking at his weathered hands, and gently clenched his 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 guest. 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 up countless times from nightmares. 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 past pain gradually faded; Yu Qing and Qin Yueling's smiles were the clearest and warmest things before him.

The whispers 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 arts world, and he could actually 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 become 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 public 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 Sand Gang and the Star Evil Cult were still around..." the old man rambled on about his past exploits, and everyone around him showed disdain, but dared not show it out of politeness. However, 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 this name before, it seemed to be a very mysterious place, A-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, 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 lacking in courtesy 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 departure lasted for half an incense stick's time, and even the Emei Sect nun and the Kongtong Sect elder were becoming increasingly impatient. Yan Wuji, who had been sitting upright, now looked slightly embarrassed. He stood up and said, "I hope you seniors will forgive me and allow me to personally..." 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 gangs 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 coldly said, "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 he has suddenly fallen ill. In any case, staying here is not a solution. I am acquainted 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 the things on the desk, even with his good manners, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The desk was covered in blood, and a severed hand was clearly visible. The black iron ring on the finger was the symbol of the Taiping Gang leader. 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! Xiao Si, call the leader's wife to the study!" As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his feet, burst out of the window, and looked around, finding nothing suspicious. Jin Tianding exclaimed, "This, is this the leader's hand?" Yan Wuji's face was ashen. He didn't say a word, leaped into the study, and examined the severed hand closely. It was broad and thick, with strangely protruding knuckles, the result of mastering the Broken Gold Finger technique. The black iron ring was undoubtedly the gang's symbol. 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, "We'll wait until Madam arrives, then...we'll see 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, needing the support of her maid.

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

Yue Ling's ethereal voice sounded so desolate at this moment 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 a hint of 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 bad could happen to him. Upon hearing the news, he almost thought he was dreaming again. Ignoring the chaotic crowd around him, A Ping took a step and ran towards the study with all his might.

The study was already surrounded by members of the Taiping Gang, their faces showing fear, grief, and confusion. But even all of them combined might not be as anxious as A-Ping. He seemed oblivious to the gang members, trying to rush in, but was 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 Yue Ling's voice came from 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 noble Yue Ling now looked so haggard. A-Ping's throat tightened, forcing back tears. He helped his wife, saying, "Madam, let's go inside and rest." Yue Ling nodded, looking at the busy crowd, her heart filled with confusion. Her premonition had come true; her husband's whereabouts were now unknown. That severed hand... Yue Ling closed her eyes, trying her best not to think about that horrific scene.

Night fell, it was already midnight. Although all the guests had left, Yunmeng Manor remained brightly lit. The tokens had already been delivered by fast horse to each branch, shaking the entire martial arts world. With Yu Qing's martial arts skills, it was possible to sever one of his hands in Yunmeng Manor without anyone noticing. Those with such skills could be counted on one hand. But the leaders of Wudang and Shaolin wouldn't do such a thing. The once-mysterious villain Hua Yuntian might be a possibility, but how could he suddenly reappear after disappearing for over a decade?

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

The moonlight deepened. Yue Ling sat blankly by the window, gazing at the Liuguang Pavilion where she had spent the day with her husband. Remembering his voice and smile, her heart ached, and she unconsciously covered her chest with her hand. She knew her husband had always been troubled. 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 lodgings, A Ping thought of Yu Qing's great kindness, his blood boiling, pacing back and forth in his room. His fists clenched tightly, 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 hold back, and a tear silently wet her fair cheek. Gently wiping away the tear, Yue Ling got up and sat on the bed, staring at the pillows side by side, her mind in turmoil. Suddenly, there was a knock on 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 in a moment." Could there be some news? Yue Ling was startled, and after slightly tidying 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 men 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 with great joy.

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

Although Yue Ling was somewhat impatient, her excellent manners allowed her to simply nod and sit down gracefully. The sunlight flickered slightly, reflecting the uncertain emotions on her face. The inner hall was where confidential matters were discussed, and it was unusually quiet. Facing someone who rarely showed her emotions, Yue Ling still maintained an elegant smile, even though her eyes held so much sorrow.

Yan Wuji finally spoke, "Madam, according to my investigation, it doesn't seem like an outsider was behind it." Yue Ling was taken aback, and said, "Does Master mean..." "It's probably a traitor within the gang."

"But who would do that? Our gang is quite a large one now, could someone be dissatisfied with the leader?" Yan Wuji suddenly sighed, "Madam, you don't know, our gang's reputation is at its peak, but unfortunately, our internal 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 that. It's a pity that we spend more money than we earn. If we can't hold on for another three months, I'm afraid we won't even be able to keep the gang 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. Having lived here 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 where the gang leader is?" 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 vestige of her modesty. 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 had always been cautious, almost like a respectful guest. 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 nourishment of tenderness.

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

It wasn't just contamination, it was destruction. Every thrust felt like being sawed apart. Yue Ling couldn't imagine sex could be so violent. She couldn't bear it any longer, groaning in pain, helplessly resisting. But each groan only brought stronger thrusts, each resistance only brought more vicious invasion. Her pristine body was ravaged by giant hands, gnawed by teeth. All Yue Ling could do was tightly close her lips, preventing that disgusting tongue from invading.

Yan Wuji shouted loudly, and 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 gazed silently at the ravaged body beneath him, a body that had once been pure, now disheveled and weeping. The white fluid slowly flowing from her flower-like lips was the ugly mark he had branded himself. He laughed, a wild laugh, more unrestrained than ever before in his life, more satisfied than ever. Thinking of what was about to happen, he laughed even more heartily. The happier he was, the more tragic Yue Ling's fate would become…

Chapter Three

A-Ping rubbed his eyes; dawn had broken. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep. This situation had lasted for a month, and his master was still nowhere to be found. The Taiping Gang was almost paralyzed, with only the most basic livelihood continuing. A-Ping had nothing to do except stay with Yue Ling every day. Where had his master gone? This thought lingered in A-Ping's mind every time he fell asleep.

It was time to bring the food to his wife. A-Ping carried the meal and gently knocked on Yue Ling's door.

"Leave it there." Yue Ling's voice was hoarse, and A Ping felt a pang of pain in his heart. Since her master's disappearance, Yue Ling had become increasingly haggard, almost never wanting to see anyone except him. Her once gentle smile and noble demeanor were now often replaced by inexplicable sorrow and sudden blankness. A Ping only hated himself; besides praying for his master's return, all he could do was silently accompany her.

"A Ping, I'm not feeling well today and don't want to see any guests. You go about your business; don't worry about me." "But, Madam..." "Don't worry, I'll be fine after a rest."

A-Ping sighed, put down the food, and left helplessly. Inside the house, Yue Ling heard A-Ping's departing footsteps and breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the Cold Moon Fairy's face was flushed, her eyes unfocused, and even her clothes were disheveled. For a month, Yan Wuji had violated her five times, each time leaving her unable to see anyone for one or two days. However, he kept his word; Yue Ling not only heard her husband's voice but also held his hand and felt Yu Qing's body temperature.

The guilt of being humiliated made it almost impossible for her to accept the warmth from her husband's palm. She wanted to contact her friends in the martial world, but Yan Wuji, under the guise of protection, firmly blocked her. Now, besides enduring for the time being, there was nothing she could do.

Endure, but how long could she endure this? Yan Wuji's methods were becoming increasingly outrageous. When Yue Ling got up, her whole body trembled, not from the violation itself, but from the white jade vibrator inserted deep into her vagina inside her undergarments. Not only had Yan Wuji fitted her with such an ugly thing, but he also wanted her to wear it all day. The locked leather straps firmly held the vibrator in place. With each movement, the swaying glans relentlessly scraped against her sensitive flesh, the outer protrusions teasing her tender clitoris, making it almost impossible for Yue Ling to move. She had no choice but to feign illness and stay home today, Yue Ling thought helplessly.

Eating was only possible standing; sitting meant the vibrator penetrated even deeper into her private parts, bringing even greater humiliation.

Only by lying in bed, desperately trying not to think about that thing in her lower body, could Yue Ling barely endure it. It seemed she would have to stay in bed all day, Yue Ling thought. If it weren't for her husband's life, how could Yue Ling have done such a shameful thing? If she could save her husband, she would surely commit suicide. To let her husband feel her shame, Yue Ling would rather die. Either way, she was going to die; now, her body was merely a tool to save her husband.

"Madam, the Master requests your presence in the council hall." The situation Yue Ling dreaded most had occurred. It seemed Yan Wuji truly had no intention of letting her go. She gritted her teeth and sat up. As she got out of bed, the vibrating artifact pressed heavily against her labia. The intense stimulation almost made her weak. Yue Ling stood for several seconds before calming herself and slowly walking out the door.

Walking under the sunlight beside the lotus lake, Yue Ling felt as if she were walking on a knife's edge, her body covered in sweat, each step so difficult. She kept her head down, avoiding anyone's gaze. Others assumed she was heartbroken over her husband's loss, hence her silent demeanor and haggard appearance.

Little did they know, given Yue Ling's personality, she would silently weep for the loss of her husband, never revealing it to others. But this damned jade artifact, with every step she took, would wickedly sway and rotate, causing her delicate labia to tighten in waves. To maintain an elegant gait, Yue Ling had learned from a young age to keep her legs tightly closed when stepping, a habit that now intensified the sensations in her lower body.

Finally arriving at the council hall, Yan Wuji and several guests had been waiting for some time. Upon seeing Yue Ling enter, the guests rose, their faces filled with grief, their voices low and somber. The first man said in a low voice, "I am Xu Jialong of the Salt Gang. The entire Salt Gang is deeply saddened by the sudden misfortune of our Chief Yu. If you have any requests, please do not hesitate to give them. Chief Yu was a hero, and the entire Salt Gang greatly admires him." Yue Ling forced a smile, casually returned the greeting, took a breath, and sat down with utmost care. Yan Wuji remained expressionless at this moment, but even a fleeting glance at Yue Ling made her blush and her hands involuntarily clench. In this open and aboveboard council hall, while others were discussing important matters, she found herself with such a shameful object inserted into her lower body; Yue Ling wished she could just bang her head against a wall and die. Hoping they wouldn't find out, Yue Ling pleaded desperately, her head bowed, the conversation of the crowd reaching her ears intermittently.

The newcomers were several leaders of the Salt Gang, including the third-in-command, Tang Da. However, it wasn't Tang Da speaking now, but the second-in-command, Xu Jialong. He said, "Master, it's not that the Salt Gang is ungrateful, but regarding the Charcoal Gang, the leader has already made a promise..." Yan Wuji coldly replied, "Since you all know what's good for you, this is not the time to discuss this." "But what if the Charcoal Gang reneges on their promise?" Xu Jialong persisted.

Yan Wuji pondered for a long time before saying, "Brother Xu, it's not that I'm denying it, but this matter occurred before the birthday banquet, and the leader hasn't informed me yet. Words alone are insufficient; we must wait until we find the leader." Before Xu Jialong could reply, Tang Da couldn't help but say, "Master, how long will this take? What if..." Yan Wuji snorted, only glancing at the distraught Yue Ling. Xu Jialong glared at Tang Da and said with a forced smile,

"That's how it is. The Salt Gang will take their leave today. We hope Chief Yu will return safely soon so we can discuss things further." The Salt Gang members took their leave, leaving Yue Ling in a difficult position. She stood up to return the courtesy and saw them to the door. Turning back, her face was flushed and her whole body was trembling. Yan Wuji seemed to appreciate her appearance and looked her up and down. Yue Ling's anger flared up. She stared directly into Yan Wuji's eyes and said, "I hope you won't be presumptuous, Master. Don't act like a vulgar street urchin, ungrateful for what you have." Yan Wuji sneered, "Madam, things have come to this. What's the point of putting on a show?" Yue Ling said resolutely,

"I no longer consider this my own body. Consider it as if it's been smeared with mud. If you want me to submit to you, don't even think about it." She turned around and ignored Yan Wuji, leaving the council hall alone.

"What a proud fairy, too bad tonight..." Yan Wuji's low murmur went unheard by Yue Ling... Late at night, unable to sleep, A Ping left his room and squatted by the Lotus Lake. The Yunmeng Manor was eerily quiet at night, the layers of eaves hidden in the darkness. The elegant Liuguang Pavilion seemed so lonely and helpless.

His master was missing, his wife was growing increasingly haggard, what could he do? If he had learned martial arts earlier, he wouldn't be sitting here so lost. Remembering his lonely and painful childhood, remembering his master's kindness, A Ping clenched his fists, wishing he could let out a long howl to release the pent-up frustration in his chest.

Suddenly, A Ping saw a figure flash in the distance and disappear. A Ping was puzzled; who would be moving around so late at night? Could it be a carelessness on the part of the outer guards? Someone came in, judging by the direction, right next to his wife's residence. A Ping began to worry, stood up, and walked in the direction they had come from.

In the quiet night, apart from a few lights, there was no sound. A-Ping approached, seeing nothing amiss, and thought he must have been mistaken. Perhaps he'd been restless lately, A-Ping thought, but as he turned around, a sudden numbness gripped his body, rendering him immobile. Just as he was about to cry out, everything went black, and he lost consciousness.

Inside the inner room, in a secret chamber, Yue Ling removed her outer garment, leaving only a thin veil covering her exquisite body. Needless to say, this was the work of Yan Wuji, who sat on the bed, leering. He carefully examined Yue Ling's entire body; aside from the undergarments protecting her vital parts, large expanses of her snow-white, delicate skin were faintly visible beneath the white veil. Her long, slender legs trembled slightly, undoubtedly from the stimulation of the probe deeply inserted into her lips.

Unlike before, Yue Ling had now hardened her resolve; the more he humiliated her, the less she cared, standing silently in the room. After a long pause, Yan Wuji said, "Seeing that Madam is feeling unwell, I'd like to remove that dildo. What do you think, Madam?" Yue Ling turned her head away, remaining silent. Yan Wuji smiled, pulled Yue Ling over, and made her straddle his lap. He spread her legs, touched the dildo under her underpants, and said, "If Madam doesn't want to, you can keep it on." Yue Ling didn't resist, remaining silent like a puppet. Yan Wuji, somewhat bored, picked up Yue Ling and threw her onto the bed. He took out his key and said, "Jade is nice, but it's still an inanimate object. Let me take it off." Her gauze dress was tossed aside, her underpants were pulled down, and Yan Wuji deliberately swung the dildo around several times before removing it.

He thought he could arouse Yue Ling, but unfortunately, apart from moving her body slightly, she showed no reaction whatsoever. Yue Ling closed her eyes, letting Yan Wuji humiliate her, as if her body wasn't her own. Anyway, he'll insert himself in a moment, the movement will be over

in a flash. Even if there's pain, just think of it as a fall or a bout of illness, and don't react. Feeling Yan Wuji's large hand cover her breasts, Yue Ling thought, "It'll be soon. After the brutal kneading, he'll insert himself." It's always like this, but it's not as terrifying as before. This time, Yan Wuji's movements were much gentler than before. Could it be that today is easier to endure?

Yue Ling felt somewhat relieved. The force was only slightly stronger than her husband's, but the difference was that Yan Wuji would occasionally pinch her nipples lightly, and even flick them gently with his fingers. Could this beast in human clothing have changed his nature this time? In any case, being gentle is much better than the previous brutality, Yue Ling thought.

"It'll probably be inserted soon, just bear with it, it'll be over soon."

Her hands left her breasts, and Yue Ling took a breath, bracing herself for the massive member's invasion. But this time she was wrong. The hand actually began to caress her ears, scraping her earlobes and rubbing them. Strange, what's he doing? Yue Ling was puzzled. During intercourse, her husband would only touch her breasts and kiss her lips; there was practically no intimate contact with other parts of her body. What's wrong with her ears? It seems Yan Wuji really has some kind of problem, Yue Ling thought. Her ears were being caressed, and then Yue Ling felt that warm, wet tongue begin to lick her snow-white neck. Ears, neck—it's so inexplicable, Yue Ling muttered to herself. A slightly itchy sensation came from her neck, different from a normal tickle; less tingling, more numbing. It wasn't a laughable itch, but rather a different kind of sensation that Yue Ling wasn't familiar with. It seemed she'd had a similar feeling before, not in an unpleasant situation, but rather, it was... a little sweet?

Yue Ling felt a sudden, involuntary fear. This time was different from usual. What was Yan Wuji up to? As she pondered this, Yan Wuji's tongue left her neck, and Yue Ling's heart, which had been pounding, eased a little. Suddenly, she felt a kiss on her shoulder again, and then, surprisingly, on her armpit. What was this?

Yue Ling instinctively felt her armpit was a dirty place. This Yan Wuji was really acting strangely. Fortunately, he quickly abandoned those two places. Unexpectedly, Yue Ling felt a kiss on her neck again, this time more careful and gentle.

That feeling slowly resurfaced. Yue Ling was somewhat afraid of this inexplicable sweetness, as if... as if beautiful poison was hidden beneath the beauty, concealing something terrible.

Yan Wuji looked at Yue Ling with satisfaction. She still had her eyes closed, as if unconscious. But whenever he kissed her neck, her eyelashes would flutter slightly, and her sweet breath would escape from her tightly closed lips. He'd found the first spot; there would be a second, a third. Yan Wuji suppressed his wildly beating heart. Tonight was still long; he couldn't rush his plan.

Gentle kisses and meticulous caresses flowed over Yue Ling's entire body like water. Except for her shameful private parts, her smooth back, her slender waist, her full, pink buttocks, and her long legs, even every fingertip was tasted. When the softest skin of her thighs was touched, Yue Ling's heart pounded. Waves of heat were drawn out, reaching her lips, now red and moist, stimulated all day. When her fingertips were sucked, the sensation intensified. Several times, Yue Ling almost couldn't help but loosen her teeth and exhale the rising heat. How strange, this feeling was both unfamiliar and familiar. What was happening?

Gazing at her once-cold, delicate body, Yan Wuji smiled. Yue Ling perhaps didn't notice that her snow-white skin now held a flush, her tender nipples were already erect, and the unintentional movements of her legs were all aimed at rubbing against a certain area that was beginning to crave more. If one were to lean closer, one could faintly hear the extremely soft breaths coming from her cherry lips.

It was time. Yan Wuji applied a layer of luster to his hands, which immediately spread to Yue Ling's breasts.

What... what was this? Slippery and slightly cool, but under the man's caresses, it quickly turned into a warm current. Even when her husband held her nipples in his mouth, she had never felt this way. Yes, Yue Ling suddenly remembered, though it didn't happen often, during her intimate moments with her husband. She had experienced a similar feeling—no, the same feeling—before. Although it didn't last long, Yue Ling remembered that sweet feeling; she thought it was a wonderful sensation that came from the deepest passion. How could it appear now in front of Yan Wuji? Moreover, it was stronger, longer, even… Yue Ling felt her body and soul reconnect, and no matter how much she wanted to escape, she couldn't resist. Yue Ling was truly afraid, not of the other person's violation, but of something hidden within her body.

Not just her breasts, but soon, Yue Ling's entire body was caressed by that strange honeyed fluid. Especially her neck and inner thighs, which were glistening. Yan Wuji looked at her; her face was as beautiful as a fairy, without a trace of foxiness or coquetry. But her collarbones were so prominent, her neck so long, her breasts so high, her buttocks so full.

The curve of her waist was so alluring. The flower between her legs, even after being trimmed, still showed its abundance and lushness. Some women are born harlots; whether or not they are guided, they will become addicted. Some women, if no one opens that door of allure, may never discover the secrets of their bodies. But once that door is opened, they may sink even deeper, even more unable to extricate themselves.

Since her husband had passed by her door three times without entering, she shouldn't blame an outsider for overstepping their bounds. Yan Wuji kissed Yue Ling's neck, kneaded her breasts, and slowly stroked her inner thighs. Finally, his hand pressed against her delicate flower garden. Even a woman without breasts would be much more sensitive after a day of stimulation.

Yue Ling was no exception. Her shameful petals were opened, and her erect nipples were touched. Yue Ling's body trembled. Her hands unconsciously gripped the sheets, her teeth bit her lips, and she couldn't suppress her moans. The sweet yet wicked sensation blurred Yue Ling's vision.

A powerful stimulation surged from the deepest part of her body. Yue Ling had never imagined that such a small thing could hold so much pleasure. Oh God, he had touched another spot. He parted her lips, and his fingers began to slowly penetrate. No, this can't be! Why is my body not controlled by my will? Why is my vagina greedily biting my fingers, sucking them in so hard? Most importantly, why does it feel so good, so sweet, so stimulating? Another wicked finger entered my vagina, exploring, wriggling. Yue Ling's beautiful, slender legs tensed, her thighs spread apart, her hips moving restlessly. Yan

Wuji saw Yue Ling's reaction. It was time for the next step. He suddenly bit down on her erect nipple and thrust his finger in and out even more violently. The gurgling sound made Yue Ling feel ashamed and indignant, the waves of pleasure overwhelming her.

If only my husband treated me like this, Yue Ling thought. Why wasn't this kind of pleasure given to me by my husband? Help me… Yue Ling screamed in her mind. I can't take it anymore… Yue Ling felt the waves of pleasure gradually reaching their climax, the rapid movements bringing her to a peak she had never experienced before.

A sweet moan finally escaped Yue Ling's lips. Once the floodgates were opened, the surging desire was uncontrollable.

A Ping gradually awoke, his mind reeling. Where was he? His limbs were immobile. What was before him? Through a crack, he seemed to see a room, a room lit by candlelight. This wasn't his home. What was that sound? Someone was whispering. And faint sounds of impact. It didn't sound like talking, but rather panting? A moan? Or a mixture of sounds? His vision cleared. Ah, was it one person? Or two? Pale, fleshy bodies, seemingly naked? Were those their sounds? What were they doing?

Ah, a man and a woman, they were...making love. No, how could he peep on a couple's lovemaking? A Ping's mind gradually cleared. How did he end up here? Who were that man and woman?

The woman's legs were hoisted onto the man's shoulders, and her moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain, slowly reached his ears. The hot-blooded young man blushed deeply, the stark contrast between her fair skin and the dark, muscular man. Wait, where had he seen that woman before?

Her hair had never been so disheveled, her face so rosy, her voice so alluring—wasn't that his master Yu Qing's beloved wife, the fairy in his heart, Qin Yueling? And that man—wasn't that his master? Who was it? He couldn't see her face, but her figure was so familiar. And what about Madam's behavior? How could it be like this? Even without experience, A-Ping could clearly see that Yueling wasn't resisting, wasn't in pain. Her long, beautiful legs were taut, her eyes revealed enjoyment, and her moans were sweet.

Yue Ling wasn't unaware that the man riding her was a foe, not a relative, but the sensations of the flesh couldn't lie. Every time she tried to grit her teeth and endure, the burning penis inside her would relentlessly invade, forcing her to abandon that thought. Why, why was this happening? Tears streamed down Yue Ling's face, this time not from pain, but from frustration and despair. The previous times, only her body had been violated; this time, even her soul had been corrupted. "I have no right, no right to even think of my husband," Yue Ling thought. She had never imagined that what would break her was not pain, but pleasure, boundless pleasure.

Only now did she realize that she wasn't some Cold Moon Fairy, not the mistress of the manor, not Yu Qing's wife, but just a woman, a woman conquered by her enemy, a woman crushed by desire.

"Madam, is this more like it? Enjoying it, isn't it?" The despicable Yan Wuji, seeing that Yue Ling was powerless to resist, finally spoke provocatively.

"Nonsense...nonsense...uh...uh...you...ah..." The man's words were accompanied by powerful thrusts, interrupting Yue Ling's rebuttals with groans.

"Madam, don't panic. You only submitted to me for the sake of Chief Yu. What crime have you committed? Is that right?" Yan Wuji actually found a reason for Yue Ling, which surprised her greatly.

"No...ah...yes...no..." Yue Ling was confused. I...I did this for my husband, not for physical pleasure, no...Yes, everything I did was to save Yu Qing. I didn't do anything wrong.

"Come on, turn over and face me with your buttocks."

Yue Ling did it in a daze. This position was so shameful. How could she have sex like this? Yue Ling raised her buttocks, feeling the man's thrusts. Different positions, more intense stimulation. My God, doesn't this look like dogs mating on the street? This is unbearable, yet why does it feel so good? Yes, this is also for my husband; I must endure it. Gradually, Yue Ling's reason faded. Now, she was merely a woman finding excuses to numb herself with desire.

Impossible, impossible, it's a dream, a dream. A Ping's world seemed to shatter into countless fragments. Before his eyes was that gentle and refined lady, that ethereal fairy, Yue Ling, her buttocks raised, being violated from behind by Yan Wuji. The dinner of the three at Liuguang Pavilion seemed to still be before his eyes; the lady's gentle smile as she called him to sit down and eat was vivid in his mind. The woman

before him, clinging tightly to the man, emitting soul-stirring moans, had an expression he had never seen before, yet she bore the same face. Aping felt dizzy, confused, in pain, and angry, but he didn't realize that his lower body was already erect... Yue Ling's climax came suddenly, accompanied by a deep thrust from the man, she erupted, a long, seductive moan escaping her lips, the last vestiges of her reason unable to stop this wanton cry. The ecstatic pleasure sent her to an unprecedented peak. Yue Ling collapsed, convulsing, wanting to think and move nothing, the afterglow of her body still washing over her in waves. Yan Wuji also released at the same time, milky white semen slowly flowing from her red, messy lips. It was truly amazing, conquering a woman rumored to be a fairy in the martial arts world, this feeling was unparalleled.

Now it was time for the final blow. While Yue Ling was lying on the bed, Yan Wuji walked to the wall and activated the mechanism.

He seemed not to see Aping's horrified and hateful eyes, and suddenly struck, releasing his pressure points.

"Madam, Madam..." A faint voice reached Yue Ling's ears. She vaguely heard it, and it sounded so familiar. Wasn't that A Ping's voice?

A Ping? He was here...? Yue Ling suddenly felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, and she sat bolt upright. A Ping knelt helplessly on the ground, his eyes completely lifeless. Yue Ling screamed, grabbing the blankets to cover her naked body. Yan Wuji, behind A Ping, watched this scene with a cold smile.

"A Ping, what are you doing here, Yan Wuji, you!" Yue Ling lowered her head in utter shame, even her reproach of Yan Wuji was weak and feeble. A Ping had seen her shameful state just now; what would he think? Where would she put her face? Even with Yue Ling's quick wit, at this moment, besides lowering her head and shrinking back, she was speechless.

Yan Wuji sneered, "Aping, look at your wife. On the surface, she's dignified and virtuous, but she's actually insanely lusting after men. How about it, do you want to sleep with her?" Yue Ling was struck dumb, her voice trembling, "You, you're not human! Aping, don't..." Yan Wuji laughed loudly, "This lad is full of youthful vigor. Look, he's reacting down there too. Aping, give your master's wife a good time, this feels amazing!" With that, he waved his hand, and the bedding in front of Yue Ling shattered into pieces. No matter how she tried to cover herself, her snow-white body, still full of irresistible charm after their lovemaking, was exposed to Aping's eyes.

Aping's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was gradually losing his reason, and the uncontrollable desire deep within him was about to explode.

He suddenly roared, and Yue Ling closed her eyes, tears of despair streaming down her face. Aping didn't move. He stood in the room, trembling slightly, blood slowly flowing from his lips.

A sharp pain suppressed the surging lust. Aping glared at Yan Wuji and roared, "You beast! I'll fight you to the death!" Yue Ling's heart, which had just settled, immediately paled. She had witnessed Yan Wuji strike Aping in the chest with his own eyes. Aping stared at himself, then slowly went limp.

Even Yue Ling's scream was no longer audible.

After an unknown amount of time, Aping slowly opened his eyes. "Am I dead? Is this the underworld?" Unexpectedly, a strong fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and his body felt warm. He struggled to sit up. Where was he? Crimson brocade bedding, purple sandalwood furniture—he was in this room. The furnishings were even more luxurious than those of Yunmeng Manor, but the colors were too intense, giving it a frivolous and vulgar feel. He
stretched his limbs; he was mostly alright, but his body was still a little sluggish. Ah Ping was dazed. Was it all a dream? Madam, perhaps Madam hadn't...? A throbbing headache overwhelmed him, and Ah Ping lay down weakly. This bed was a hundred times more comfortable than any he had ever slept in, and his head was still foggy.

Ah Ping's consciousness became hazy. Perhaps it really was a dream.

In his daze, he suddenly heard the sound of a door opening, and a fragrance wafted in, even stronger than inside the room. He heard a woman's sweet voice say, "Sister, look at this girl, isn't she nice?" Girl? What girl? Ah Ping struggled to sit up, and suddenly felt someone touching him. Before he could react, someone had groped him all over. Just as A-Ping was about to cry out in surprise, he heard a gruff female voice say,

"Are you blind? This is a man! You've had so many customers, and you can't even tell the difference between men and women." The delicate voice sounded somewhat aggrieved as she said, "Look at how he looks. It's not my fault. I saw him lying there on the roadside and kindly brought him back." The gruff woman said, "Look at how ragged he is, he might as well be dead. What good is being handsome? What do brothels need a man for?" A-Ping was utterly bewildered. This was a brothel? How could this be? How did he end up lying on the roadside? The girl said he was handsome? A-Ping wasn't ugly, but he was far from being handsome. He managed to utter, "You... I..." But as soon as the words left his mouth, something felt wrong. The voice didn't sound like his own. With this shock, A-Ping vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

The two women ignored him. The one with the gruff voice said, "Quick, throw the one you brought back out, don't let him dirty the house." The one with the sweet voice reluctantly agreed and was about to call for help when suddenly a pimp walked in. He looked at A-Ping and said, "Oh, I heard our Miss Ziyun picked up a handsome young man?" Ziyun was the woman with the sweet voice. She said irritably, "So what? I was just about to throw him out." The pimp waved his hand, "Tsk, tsk, this young man might come in handy. Da Hong, find a few people to give him a good wash and send him to Lord Wang in the East Mansion." The woman with the gruff voice, Da Hong, said, "Lord Wang? Could it be..."

The pimp sneered, "Lord Wang likes men. Isn't this a good way to please him?" Da Hong clapped her hands and laughed, "You filthy bastard, you do have some brains. Alright, come here, let's get to work." A-Ping was terrified.

Chapter Four

Spring is in full bloom, and all things are teeming with life. A secluded private house, hidden amidst lush greenery,

appears from the outside to be nothing more than an ordinary mud-brick structure. Inside, however, it is luxurious and opulent, with a bed woven from red hibiscus, a fine plush carpet, and a subtle fragrance. This is hardly a remote suburban room; it is clearly the boudoir of a wealthy lady.

How could such a place remain untouched? On the large bed, two naked bodies are enjoying the pleasures of love. The woman lies prone on the bed, her full buttocks raised high, moaning as the man thrusts into her from behind. Her cheeks are flushed, and her words are incoherent.

This woman is slightly plump; the flesh of her buttocks undulates with each thrust, and her large breasts press against the bed, creating a surging mass. Her skin is dazzlingly white, as if it has never been exposed to the sun.

This woman is clearly a lady of high birth, and judging by her appearance, she has undoubtedly been married for some time.

The man, however, bore no resemblance to her husband. Though his skin was fair and delicate, he had almost no excess fat, especially his taut waist, the muscles taut with every movement. Most importantly, their ages differed. The woman was at least thirty, while the man was no more than twenty. Judging by their appearance, one could easily guess that this was a woman experiencing the stirrings of love, having an affair.

The man seemed skilled in the art of lovemaking, changing positions and thrusting forcefully. Unlike young girls, mature women require more vigorous movements to release their pent-up desire. The man's strength truly brought the woman to the brink of ecstasy; amidst moans and spasms, she reached orgasm.

"You rascal! Hey, you're going to Sichuan in a few days, and we won't see each other for several months. You'd better serve me well, or I'll go find other men," Xin Yao pouted.

"Besides me, who else can satisfy you? Don't worry," the woman said shyly, already pinned down by the man once more.

After another round of intertwining, and after an unknown amount of time, Xin Yao finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed completely. Seeing that the woman was finished, the man finally ejaculated with relief. The man called Yun'er lay on top of the woman and said softly, "Xin Yao, are you satisfied?" Xin Yao exhaled, "My darling, you're so amazing! You're so much better than that useless guy at home." Yun'er smiled and said, "Master Zhang is a hero, how can I compare to him?" Xin Yao raised her voice and said, "Even if he's great, he's over fifty, more than twenty years older than me. What's the difference between this and living as a widow? Hmm... I hate it... Ah..." As she spoke, her body went limp. The man's hands caressed her breasts and lower body. This post-coital tenderness was one of the things Xin Yao liked about Yun'er.

After a long silence, Yun'er said, "Xin Yao, this trip to Sichuan with Lord Xu is a long one. Please remember the matter I asked you to attend to..." Xin Yao chuckled, "I know, I know. I've already spoken to the steward there. He'll let you sit by the window in the carriage so you can open the door for fresh air anytime. How could I bear to let such a handsome man like you get stuffy?" Yun'er's face relaxed for a moment, a hint of life showing through his slightly artificial skin. He quickly regained his composure, "You're so good to me, Xin Yao..." He breathed softly into her earlobe, making Xin Yao chuckle.

Gently closing the door, Yun'er walked through the woods, suddenly turning a corner to a secluded spot. He crouched down, his handsome face contorted as if he were about to vomit. After a moment, he stood up again, his face returning to normal, as if nothing had happened, and continued on his way.

Three years had passed, from Yunmeng Manor to the brothel, and from the brothel to this state. Yun'er calculated the time. Who could have imagined that this handsome young man, so engrossed in women, was actually the naive and simple-minded boy, A-Ping?

If there is one place in the world that is most filthy and vile, yet also most capable of tempering a person, it is the brothel. And A-Ping's ordeal didn't end there. After being rescued, he was sent to Lord Wang of the Eastern Prefecture. Those months were a shame he would never forget. His dignity as a person, as a man, was ripped out, torn apart, then stuffed back into his body, only to be torn out again and ripped even more shredded. A-Ping wanted to resist, but his once robust body was as weak as a woman's. The moment he saw his own face, he despaired. Although he didn't know why, one thing was clear:

everything he had was gone, and there was no one left in this world who could help him.

A-Ping thought of death…

Six months later, he didn't die. He returned to the brothel, becoming one of the male prostitutes, and stayed. In those three years, he served women and men, doing all sorts of filthy and obscene things, casting aside all sense of propriety and shame. He endured it all, even things more disgusting than what Lord Wang had done. No one knew why; everyone treated him like a plaything, no one respected him, not even the ugliest prostitutes. Except in bed, A-Ping—no, Yun Tian, his stage name—was utterly worthless.

His trip with Lord Xu into the pass was a secret. Lord Xu Liang, one of the city's wealthiest men, colluded with Lord Wang and was quite fond of male lovers. He had specifically requested Yun Tian to accompany him, intending for him to remain hidden in the carriage, never showing his face.

But for some reason, Yun Tian had asked Xin Yao, a friend of Madam Xu, to arrange a window seat for him. Was it truly to get some relief, or...?

The people in the brothel greeted him with smiles, and Yun Tian returned their smiles and greetings. Back at his lodgings, he was expressionless, coldly observing everything in the room as if examining a pile of junk. Yun Tian knew that the smiles from the crowd were merely for the money he could bring to the brothel; they would turn around and point fingers at his back, humiliating him with disdain. But it didn't matter. His cheeks twitched a few times, his eyes burning with intensity, almost bringing tears to his eyes. "Master, Mistress," Yun Tian murmured, "Aping will never... will definitely come to save you!" In the distance, he didn't know where he was, or how to get there. Because Zhang Wei, the young master, had always been shrouded in darkness, he had arrived by carriage. Was all this secrecy really worth a thousand taels of silver, and what was the logic behind only buying "half a person"?

Zhang Wei wondered. As a local playboy, he had slept with countless women, but this introducer had so confidently promised he wouldn't be disappointed, which was why he had come.

He was now in a small room, facing a door. Zhang Wei opened it, revealing a steep staircase. Descending the stairs and opening another door, a fragrant aroma filled the air, and the place was resplendent with gold and jade—this hidden haven was incredibly luxurious. Fragrant flower petals, warm pool water, and a magnificent bed.

If it were just the interior furnishings, Zhang Wei wouldn't have been particularly impressed, but at this moment, his face flushed and his mouth was dry. On the bed, he saw a pair of long, snow-white legs, flawless from toes to thighs, soft and supple without any excess fat, firm yet warm.

The calves were exquisitely curved, and the thighs were full and alluring. The high, rounded buttocks, with their captivating lines, made Zhang Wei feel as if his penis was about to explode just by looking at them.

He approached, mouth agape, gazing at this perfect body he had never seen before. No woman he had ever seen could compare to this. Every inch of skin was so smooth, every curve perfectly proportioned. Unfortunately, just as predicted, this was only "half a person." From the waist up, the area was separated from the room by an opening in the wall. Looking at his waist, wrapped in soft silk and seemingly unharmed, Zhang Wei's heart pounded. What kind of beautiful sight lay on the other side of that wall?

Oh well, just the lower half was enough to make the trip worthwhile. Like someone touching a woman for the first time, Zhang Wei trembled as he touched the woman's pink buttocks. Feeling the man's heat, the buttocks suddenly contracted, the entire bottom swaying slightly. The ripples of her buttocks made Zhang Wei unable to resist any longer. He quickly stripped off his clothes and pounced on her with a howl.

On the other side of the wall, the room was also furnished extremely comfortably. A middle-aged man, a satisfied smile on his face, sat naked on a soft bed. Before him was a stunningly beautiful woman, only her upper body exposed. She lay on the bed, her exquisite face filled with infinite shyness, her skin flushed beneath her delicate makeup, her beautiful eyes blinking. No one would have guessed that this was actually the legendary Cold Moon Fairy, the wife of the Taiping Gang leader, Qin Yueling. And the middle-aged man was Yan Wuji, the Taiping Gang's advisor.

Yan Wuji lifted her chin, looking at the beauty's shy appearance, and laughed, "Don't be afraid, it's not the first time. Enjoy it. Yueling also likes the feeling of not being able to see." "Nonsense, um..." Yueling dared not look at him, lowered her head, and suddenly let out a soft moan, her snow-white, naked body writhing uncontrollably.

"Looks like that kid can't hold back either. Come on, don't just enjoy it all to yourself. Open your mouth and serve my treasure." Yan Wuji shamelessly thrust his lower body forward, his hard, erect penis resting on Yue Ling's exquisite face, the large, fiery red glans wetting her delicate skin. How could the elegant, noble, dignified, and virtuous Fairy Leng Yue tolerate such an ugly thing? But Yue Ling only shyly hummed in agreement, then opened her cherry-like mouth and slowly took the thick, dark penis into her mouth, bit by bit.

"Oh..." Although it wasn't the first time, Yan Wuji was still extremely satisfied with this pleasurable feeling. Yue Ling's small tongue slid across the glans, licking the slit, her soft lips caressing the shaft. Looking down at Yue Ling's fairy-like face, Yan Wuji was doing his best to serve her viper-like penis. This taste, even the throne of an emperor couldn't buy.

Gradually, Yue Ling's licking became erratic, her body swaying involuntarily back and forth, as if subjected to a powerful impact. Indeed, Zhang Wei was currently holding her buttocks, lifting one of her beautiful legs, thrusting forcefully while licking her calf and thigh. Fantastic! This woman was not only so perfect on the outside, but her vagina was also so wet and hot, tightly sucking on his penis. Combining the tightness of a young girl with the desire of a mature woman, such a magnificent vagina was truly unheard of. Zhang Wei had only one thought at this moment: to delay his release and fully enjoy this perfect body. He gritted his teeth, desperately enduring the pain before pulling out his penis. He took a few breaths, waiting for the sensation to subside slightly, then turned Yue Ling over, changed positions, and thrust in forcefully again.

Meanwhile, the man on the other side closed his eyes, ecstatically raping the beauty beneath him. The scene on the other side was no less vibrant. Yan Wuji straddled Yue Ling's waist, placing his penis between her full breasts, thrusting in and out, occasionally teasing her firm, erect nipples. Attacked by two men simultaneously, what could Yue Ling do but let out seductive moans? Compared to three years ago, her breasts seemed even fuller, her vagina even more voluptuous, and even her moans were louder. But the shyness and resistance emanating from her bones hadn't diminished in the slightest, and it was precisely this Yue Ling that made Yan Wuji so infatuated.

For three years, Yue Ling had almost given up resisting. Although her husband remained imprisoned, Yue Ling could see him once a month and spend some time with him. Those fleeting moments of tenderness and intimacy were Yue Ling's lifeline. Besides that, she faced Yan Wuji's insatiable desires.

A variety of methods, far beyond what she had ever experienced or even heard of, were introduced to Yue Ling, transporting her to an unknown world of boundless, physical pleasure. This "half-person" approach was something she had only recently tried. Initially, Yue Ling was absolutely unwilling to let a third man enjoy her body, but after the first time, she accepted it. After all, her body was already tainted; a few more men besides her husband didn't matter much. Yan

Wuji remained the advisor of the Taiping Gang, outwardly not giving up the search for Yu Qing. However, since Yu Qing's disappearance, the Taiping Gang had declined significantly, its influence waning. Eighty percent of its disciples had left, leaving only the lonely Yunmeng Manor. Although some martial arts figures still visited, they were mostly there to collect debts. Yu Qing's reputation for unparalleled chivalry was quickly forgotten, and those vows of help vanished like smoke. Even Jin, the former head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), who had once been a close friend, simply shook his head and sighed that Yu Qing was surely no longer alive. Most of those who sent gifts to Qin Yueling's widow during holidays were not well-intentioned, but Qin Yueling would only offer a few perfunctory thanks each time before seeing them off. After a few times, even these people became fewer and fewer.

"Mmm...ah..." Yueling groaned uncontrollably, trembling as she felt the joy of orgasm. Perhaps only in this moment could she forget all her sorrows and indulge in reaching the peak of pleasure.

Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief; judging from the situation, the woman had finally climaxed. His ejaculation was released, and his semen gushed into the woman's body. Normally, Zhang Wei didn't care whether a woman orgasmed, but today, he felt guilty for betraying such a beautiful body. It was

truly intoxicating; he leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the beautiful scene before him. Her beautiful legs were wide open, her dark bush wet and drooping, her tender red lips slightly parted, and a white stream slowly flowing out. Zhang Wei regretted it, thinking that if he had known this would happen, he would have endured it for half a month, and perhaps he could have come again.

Unfortunately, now he could only sigh in vain, powerless to resist. Suddenly,

he heard a deep voice: "If the guest has finished, he may bathe and return the way he came. Someone will escort the young master back." Zhang Wei hurriedly said, "Master, may I come here again next time?" The voice replied,

"Only this once. Do not spread this, or there will be disaster."

Zhang Wei sighed helplessly, "In that case, I will take my leave." After washing himself, he glanced longingly at the beautiful body and reluctantly left. She must be the woman of a prominent family; otherwise, how could she be so beautiful, and how could she only show half her body? Never mind, don't investigate further, lest disaster strike.

Meanwhile, Yue Ling, with her eyes closed, had her beautiful face soaked with the man's white semen. Yan Wuji laughed as he stood up, saying, "This kid has some skill; he can make Yue Ling climax. It seems I won't have to personally satisfy my lady this time, haha." Yue Ling seemed not to hear him, lying softly. "Brother Qing, how long will this last...?"

Chapter Five

. The Shu Road, a rugged mountain path, through lush forests, a group of people and horses traveled.

The two leading knights led a luxurious carriage. Two flags were displayed on the carriage, one proclaiming "Xu Jianghua of Xiangxi," and the other "Entering Sichuan to Make Friends." This Lord Xu was a famous wealthy man in Xiangxi.

Not only that, he was once a lay disciple of Shaolin, and his Arhat Fist was mastered to perfection. Later, he became a governor, wielding considerable influence in both the legitimate and underworld circles. After retiring, he devoted himself to business, achieving considerable success. This time, he entered Sichuan to discuss business matters with several prominent local figures.

Compared to the imposing cavalry at the front, the carriages in the middle section reeked of feminine charm. Xu Jianghua was undoubtedly a master of the arts of love, a skill that allowed him to navigate the officialdom with ease. He not only had connections with the top courtesans of several major brothels but also possessed considerable knowledge of the currently fashionable male prostitution. The women he brought weren't just for nightly pleasures; more importantly, they served as bargaining chips in business dealings.

A-Ping, also known as Yun Tian, was currently among five women. Normally, men seeking pleasure were reluctant to speak openly and would associate with goods to avoid suspicion. However, Yun Tian, having asked Xin Yao for help, didn't have to stay in that stifling place. He was now dressed as a woman, disguised as an ordinary prostitute; apart from the five women he had arranged in the carriage, no one knew his true identity.

Dressed as a woman, Yun Tian wore light makeup, her lips red and teeth white; her delicate beauty was no less than that of an ordinary beauty.

He was currently chatting and laughing with these women, which was hardly an enjoyable task. But his experiences over the past few years had transformed the once dull-witted boy into a smooth operator.

"Yun'er, you look even more beautiful than Linlin!" A woman leaned against Yun Tian, pinching his cheek and laughing.

"Sister, you flatter me. How can Yun'er compare to you ladies?" Yun Tian didn't resist, only smiled.

"Oh, I wouldn't dare compare myself to Yun'er. We all serve those young masters, but Yun'er is the one who accompanies the important people." The speaker was Linlin, whose sweet smile concealed a hint of sarcasm.

"That's right, that's right, and she's bisexual." Everyone laughed, and Yuntian smiled along.

"I heard that you're quite skilled with your breath, Yun'er, making those young ladies feel like they're in heaven. Is that true?" Linlin looked at Yuntian and asked.

"It's just my duty, nothing special." Yuntian said indifferently.

"Oh, I'm bored on the way, so I thought I'd test your skills." Linlin laughed wantonly, lifting her leg and placing it on Yuntian's shoulder. She even lifted her skirt, revealing her underpants. Her lewd appearance was utterly disgusting. The other women laughed and cheered. "Come on, Yun'er, let Sister Linlin have a good time." "I've never tried doing that in a carriage before, it must be exciting." They chattered, their eyes filled with lust as they looked at Yun'er.

Although she had anticipated the journey would be difficult, Yun'er still hesitated, but her disgust vanished in an instant, and she smiled,

"If you like it, sister..."

The enclosed carriage was instantly filled with the scent of spring. Linlin brazenly spread her legs, grabbed the silk quilt covering the seat, and moaned loudly with her eyes closed. The other women, their faces flushed, watched the scene unfold before them. One of them couldn't bear it any longer and reached down to comfort herself. Yuntian's oral skills were indeed legendary; his gentle, delicate licking and perfectly timed attacks brought Linlin immense pleasure. As one of the beauties of the brothel, she had always served others and had never enjoyed such treatment. Soon, she cried out in ecstasy, reaching orgasm, her overflowing fluids wetting Yuntian's face. The scent of this woman was indescribable. Yuntian, smelling this, could still laugh: "Sister, are you satisfied?" "You rascal, you really have a way with things," Linlin gasped, chuckling.

"I want some too, come on!" "You're being unfair, sister, don't be in such a hurry." These women, when they got aroused, were even more terrifying than men. Poor Yun Tian was completely overwhelmed by their lustful desires.

If it were anyone else, they would either be completely lost in it or beg for mercy. But Yun Tian just smiled and responded to each one. Beneath that smile was a determined look in his eyes. No matter what happened, as long as there was hope in his heart, nothing could defeat him, nothing could defeat him!

"I have waited three years for this day, enduring countless pains. What is this?" Yun Tian thought, "Once I get there, I can... Master, Mistress, wait for me." Three years ago, one night, Yun Tian staggered into the backyard. It was late at night, and all he could see in the distance was endless darkness. But his heart was darker than the night. What he had just experienced was unimaginable humiliation. The pain of his childhood felt so insignificant for the first time.

The warmth he felt with Yu Qing and Yue Ling almost made him forget the evils of the world.

A dull ache still lingered between his thighs, and suddenly tears streamed down Yun Tian's face. Who was he? No one recognized him.

His body, appearance, voice—everything had changed. He had become a completely different person. Was A-Ping just a dream? Was this handsome man, now a plaything, the real one? Did his master and mistress not exist? Yun Tian growled softly, walking like a zombie. Suddenly, he saw a deep well.

The word "death" flashed into his mind like lightning. Die, die, it would all be over. Anyway, A-Ping, Yu Qing, Yue Ling, the Taiping Gang, becoming a disciple—it was all just a beautiful dream. Yun Tian smiled bitterly and slowly walked towards the well. Soon he would be free, soon he would feel nothing at all.

Stepping onto the edge of the well, Yun Tian looked up at the dark night and took a deep breath. His feet moved, little by little… “Oh, you died just like that, so confused. Even as a ghost, you’ll be a confused one.” A clear voice came from somewhere. Yun Tian was startled and looked around, but there was no one in sight.

“A ghost?” Yun Tian murmured. It seems that when someone is about to die, anything can happen.

“How rude of me! Look again, am I a human or a ghost?” This time the voice was closer. In the quiet night, these crisp, bell-like words seemed particularly abrupt.

Yun Tian slowly turned around and saw a girl in black, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Her clothes were hidden in the darkness, and she smiled faintly. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and shallow dimples appeared on her oval cheeks. Her dark, bright eyes held a hint of cunning. Her expression made it seem as if Yun Tian, standing before her, was not someone seeking death, but rather an amusing little animal.

"You are..." Yun Tian's voice startled even himself; the unfamiliar voice was his own, sounding unusually jarring.

"Hmm, never mind that. Aren't you bored just dying like this?" The girl tilted her head, asking nonchalantly, her tone no different from asking, "Have you had breakfast?"

Yun Tian was speechless, unsure what to say. Staring blankly at the girl, his already chaotic mind became even more muddled.

"Hey, say something! Sigh, so dense. Looks like I came all this way for nothing." The girl pouted in disappointment, playing with the leaves beside her.

Even with an ordinary girl, Yun Tian wouldn't know how to deal with her, let alone this inexplicable girl.

But this interruption dispelled his suicidal thoughts. He sighed and said, "Miss, my affairs are none of your business. It's late, go back to your house." Stepping off the well, Yun Tian prepared to leave.

"Oh, really? So Yu Qing's matter has nothing to do with you?" The seemingly casual remark struck Yun Tian like a thunderbolt.

"Master... how is Yu Qing?" Yun Tian stepped forward, his eyes wide, and asked excitedly, his hands instinctively reaching for the girl's shoulders.

The girl gently brushed him off, looking at him with a hint of reproach, and said, "Hey, hey, just tell me, what do you mean by touching me?" Yun Tian was taken aback, feeling embarrassed, yet eager to ask, and momentarily at a loss for words.

The girl suddenly smiled and said, "Alright, I see you have no idea what happened. I'll tell you, you listen, sit down." The ground was pitch black, but she didn't care and sat down directly.

Yun Tian sat down as well, and even in the darkness, he could feel the girl's gaze fixed on him. Although they were sitting so close, Yun Tian couldn't sense the girl's presence at all.

Her shoulders were slender, and apart from her piercing eyes, she appeared to be just an ordinary young girl.

A moment of silence followed, just as Yun Tian, unable to bear it any longer, was about to speak. The girl spoke, her smile fading, "Do you know why your master's wife was coerced?" Yun Tian trembled, a scene he never wanted to recall flashing before his eyes: Yue Ling's beautiful body writhing wantonly beneath Yan Wuji. He composed himself and said, "Yes... Master..." The girl said, "That's right, your master should be in his hands." Yun Tian nodded and said, "You, how could you..." The girl interrupted him, "Do you want to know about me, or your master? And what is the reason you are in this state?" Yun Tian shuddered, "Yes, I, how could I..." The girl's dark eyes stared at Yun Tian, and she slowly said, "Now listen to me carefully..." On the Shu Road, inside the carriage, an exhausted Yun Tian leaned against the window. Around him were five women, having satisfied their desires, lying haphazardly. Serving them was truly not easy; he took a breath. Calculating the schedule, he should arrive at the planned location around tomorrow. Yun Tian suppressed the wild beating of his heart, recalling the words of that mysterious girl from back then.

"The reason you've become a different person is because you've been poisoned by a special kind of poison." "I can help you, but not now. You must wait a thousand days." "I can even help you save people, but I won't help a useless person. If you want to prove your resolve, endure this pain now. If you can't, I won't bother with you." "A thousand days later, come to Shu to find me. Here's a map; keep it safe." "If you can't find it in Shu, ask the old farmer in the mountains where Purple Smoke Valley is. Hmm, you've heard of it? Hmph, rumors in the martial world are all false." "Don't mention it to anyone, otherwise…"

As if in a dream, after saying these words, the girl left. Yun Tian sat blankly on the ground, clutching a slightly yellowed parchment, completely at a loss. But one thing was certain: if he did as she said, he would have a chance to rescue his master and mistress. Thinking of Yu Qing's kindness and Yue Ling's gentleness, Yun Tian's blood boiled. He suddenly stood up, and at that moment, he made up his mind. The girl's words would become the pillar of his endurance.

Three years, a thousand days have passed. Yun Tian had intended to save enough money to escape and head to Sichuan. Just then, Lord Xu was about to enter Sichuan, and Yun Tian naturally didn't let such an opportunity slip by. Three years had passed; Yun Tian had endured countless hardships and humiliations. Master, Mistress, you must wait for me.

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