[Arrows Shoot Across the World]

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With a series of sharp "whoosh" sounds, nine arrows pierced the solid purple barrier, landing firmly on the bright red bullseye. The powerful momentum caused the arrow tails to tremble and hum incessantly.
A satisfied smile appeared on the handsome young man's lips as he turned to look at the beautiful woman beside him.
"Master's wife, are you satisfied with my shots?"
The woman smiled gently, not answering, but simply beckoning. The two of them entered the stone chamber behind them, one after the other. The woman then pointed to a portrait hanging on the wall and said, "Kneel down!"
The young man looked up and saw a figure standing proudly atop a precipice, one hand behind his back, the other in front of his chest, fingers slightly clenched, gazing freely at the red sun in the sky. Beside it was a line of small characters: "The world is full of immortal caves, how much Yin energy has fallen into our hands."
The young man had been practicing hard for three years for this goal, and now that he could finally realize his long-cherished wish, he trembled uncontrollably, his mouth was dry, and he stood there dumbfounded.
The beautiful woman's ethereal voice rang in his ears: "Chuan'er, this is our sect's Patriarch Qiu. After paying your respects, you will officially become the 317th generation successor of the 'Tianxuan Sect'."
The young man then came to his senses, immediately prostrated himself on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed nine times. Then he stood up and asked: "Master's wife, who else are there in our sect?"
"The Tianxuan Sect has been passed down through a single line for thousands of years. I have never heard of any other branches. However," the beautiful woman paused, and then said, "Our sect's kung fu emphasizes 'the freedom of heaven and earth, residing in the heart.' If you want to take in more disciples, that's fine." The
woman clearly hadn't said something. In truth, while the archery skills of the "Tianxuan Sect" were unparalleled, aside from the founding master, many of the sect's predecessors, upon reaching the pinnacle of their skills, lost their minds and committed countless heinous crimes. Later, they were either besieged by so-called righteous individuals or, overcome by guilt, committed suicide. Even the young man's master couldn't escape this fate. For hundreds of years, the successive generations of the "Tianxuan Sect" had all been intelligent individuals, yet none could understand the true reason for this. It was precisely because of this concern that the sect had this unwritten rule: only one person per generation would inherit the position. Seeing his excited expression, the woman couldn't bear to spoil his mood.
"Master's wife, the founder's surname was Qiu, but what was his given name?"
"No one knows that, but the founder once traveled to a foreign land and had a foreign name—Bit." (Prologue:
Ersun
Er sat on a large rock in the valley, his brow furrowed in worry, below him a group of emaciated laborers.) A thick ledger rested on his lap. Seeing the neatly arranged numbers, he couldn't help but sigh.
The harvest had been declining day by day, while the number of miners dying underground was multiplying daily. The inspection was imminent; the last inspector's face had been extremely grim. If he couldn't find more laborers, his round head would probably be useless, and becoming a chamber pot would be a better prospect.
Just as he was lost in thought, a shout came from afar. Sun Er frowned, looked up, and saw about a hundred people pouring in from the valley entrance.
“Sir,” a scarred man rushed over, bowing respectfully, “we’ve found some laborers. Please instruct them before they enter the mine!”
Sun Er’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. He stood up, cleared his throat, and then addressed the crowd, “Gentlemen, I guarantee you won’t be mistreated here. Food and lodging included, three taels of silver per day!” A commotion immediately erupted. In this small town, such generous terms naturally excited everyone.
“However, you must abide by our rules, or you will be killed without mercy!” The scene fell silent, everyone’s face showing confusion.
Ignoring the reactions, he continued outlining the various restrictions. Finally, Sun Er took out a bell from his pocket, shook it, and after two “clanging” sounds, continued, “Do you know what ‘clanging’ means?”
Before he finished speaking, a disheveled man suddenly leaped from the crowd, jumped onto a large rock, snatched the bell, and threw it far away.
"How dare you!! Men, seize him!!"
The man kicked Sun Er off a large rock and, without another word, sprinted towards the valley entrance.
"Rebellion! Rebellion!" Sun Er shouted through the air. Seeing the man approaching the entrance, he quickly uttered the four-word mantra: "Close the gate, unleash the dogs!!"
A wooden gate descended from the sky, blocking the man's path, and over twenty giant mastiffs surged out from both sides, glaring fiercely at him and growling incessantly.
The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, then suddenly a red light flashed. A small vermilion bow appeared in his left hand, while his right hand grabbed a handful of soil. With a pull and a release, a yellow line, about the thickness of a thumb, spun from the bow and shot towards the wooden gate. The yellow line created a whirlwind, swirling up the soil on the ground, and rushed forward with the force of thunder. The giant mastiffs, caught in the powerful force, had no chance to dodge and were all sent flying.
With a loud "boom," sand and wood chips flew everywhere. When the storm subsided, everyone rubbed their eyes and looked again, only to see Sun Er standing frozen before the wooden gate, staring at the large hole above, muttering, "Ding ding ding is just a bell to announce mealtime, is such a big reaction necessary?"
"Do you know what 'ding ding ding ding' means?" a sweet, cloying voice rang out. The boy, sitting on the platform, shook his head blankly, looking at his beautiful master's wife.
She moved gracefully towards him, her clothes slipping to the floor with the sway of her shoulders, revealing her perfect body. Her high, firm breasts swayed gently, her two pink arms wrapped around her neck, and the strong scent of a mature woman filled his nostrils. He felt a surge of heat rise from his dantian, and his manhood involuntarily hardened.
He lost all sense of direction, only knowing that he wanted to fully enjoy the alluring softness before him. He gripped one of the peaks, his tongue teasing the tip, while his right hand slid across the jade-like skin, grasping the other mound from the base and slowly climbing upwards. The calluses from years of archery practice rubbed against the nipple, his five fingers pressing the soft flesh of the vulva with varying pressure, causing it to constantly change shape to suit his ministrations.
With each movement, the two buds grew larger almost simultaneously, creating ripples, and he felt the other's body begin to tremble irregularly, producing a series of "clang, clang, clang, clang" sounds.
Only then did he notice his master's wife's pubic hair; on the mound covered in black down, two full labia were slightly open, most peculiarly, each labia had a small hole, and on each hole was a small golden bell, which jingled melodiously with the swaying of her body.
(So this is what "ding-ding-ding-ding" means!)
She slightly tightened her arms, pressing down on the boy's shoulders, her captivating eyes blinking twice, seemingly confirming her thoughts. Her red lips parted slightly, releasing a fragrant breath: "Then do you know what 'ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding' means...?"
Before he could answer, she pushed him down, making him lie flat, then gently straddled him. Two slender, jade-like fingers parted his labia, revealing his pink vulva, pressing against his hot, erect member.
She pressed her hands against the boy's chest, her hips swaying back and forth. The boy felt his member slowly opening a gateway, entering a blissful paradise, countless tiny suction cups clinging to it, greedily sucking on its massive shaft.
The dragon sank deeper and deeper, finally stopping after hitting a soft wall, the feeling of tightness growing stronger, seemingly with an irresistible urge to remain still. At this moment, the woman began to bounce up and down, making the dragon race back and forth along the tight passage. The two bodies collided repeatedly, and the golden bells on the clam's flesh rang out continuously, "clang clang clang clang clang clang clang..."
The continuous impacts caused the dragon to break through its limitations, its head plunging into an even more mysterious realm. The overwhelming pressure forced the boy to lose control, releasing his turbid fluid. Simultaneously, the dragon's head was enveloped in warm liquid. The woman let out a loud groan, ceasing all her movements, and lay on top of the boy, silent.
The boy felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, mixed with some indescribable sensations, impossible to discern. He exhaled a long breath and asked the woman, "Master's wife, are you satisfied with my performance?"
Though it was the same question he posed when testing his arrows, it sounded different now, but the woman did not answer.
The boy found it strange. Although he had read some books about male-female intercourse (all passed down within his sect, and he had wondered why his sect's elders had such interests), the woman's appearance didn't seem to match the descriptions in those books.
When he got up to examine the body closely, he discovered that his master's wife had already passed away. He was filled with remorse for causing her death, and in a daze, he buried her body and wandered the mountain ever since.
Since that day, he had completely forgotten what he had done, not even how he had unleashed that fierce attack just now. He had no time to ponder it now. If it weren't for finding food, he wouldn't have gone to that place. Unexpectedly, the memories of that day had been stirred up. "Heavens! Why have you treated me like this?!"
At that moment, the mountain wind whipped his disheveled hair, and his haggard face was streaked with tears. He took his master's wife's belongings—two golden bells—and, after much deliberation, decided that death was the only option.
His mind was in turmoil, and his sect's internal energy began to circulate automatically. His grip on the bells tightened, and suddenly, a spiritual message emanated from one of the bells. The young man was startled and quickly focused his attention to examine it closely. After a moment, two dazzling beams of light shot out from his previously dim eyes. He roared to the sky, "So that's how it is! I understand everything now. Thank you, Master's Wife, for your kindness!"
The young man prostrated himself on the ground, facing east, and respectfully kowtowed three times. Then, he stood up, sweeping away his previous dejected state. His gaze swept over the mountains and rivers below, displaying an air of dominance over the world.
"I, Yu Qingchuan, will definitely succeed!!!"
Chapter 1 The Nalan Clan
"Appearing and disappearing, hidden among the flowers, you have never known how lonely the mountains are. I am a spirit flying above, flying here and there, unable to reach the mortal world. I can only live in the mountains every day, hoping and longing to go there once..."
Nalan Xiuhe (sorry, I've read a bit of "The Orange is Red," it's terrible, and someone else is an eyesore, so I'm borrowing their name) hummed this ancient folk song in a low voice. He circled a small circle in mid-air, then folded his wings, landed in the flower bushes, casually picked a rose, and chewed it.
This was her dinner. From a young age, she loved flowers and ate them. Over time, her body naturally exuded a fragrant aroma, which is why everyone in the tribe affectionately called her "Xiangxiang" (Fragrant).
Xiuhe's eyes were slightly closed, her long golden hair flowing freely, her head swaying gently, seemingly enjoying the tranquility around her. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on her long eyelashes, and from afar, a seven-colored rainbow shimmered upon them.
Suddenly, a heart-stirring moan rang out. Xiuhe was startled, spread her wings, and flew towards the sound. She hadn't flown far when she saw a blue figure swaying and heaving with effort. Startled, she quickly flew to a giant tree and peered through the dense foliage to see what was happening below.
She saw her kind straddling a strong body, her tight little hole manipulating his long penis, occasionally letting out a joyful moan. While they weren't exactly of the same kind, though both were elves, the color of her skin revealed her to be a member of the Smurf clan, who had fought against her Nalan clan for centuries.
Beneath the Smurf seemed to be a human, who, for some unknown reason, had intruded into the sacred mountain inhabited by the elves and was now mating with an evil Smurf.
Their battle was nearing its end; the Smurf's movements were becoming increasingly rapid and intense, her massive member thrusting in and out of her secret place like a red-hot rod, glistening fluids splattering onto the man's body. Her tender
red lips were fully parted, revealing glimpses of her inner world. Overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, the Smurf shook her head wildly, her hairpin falling away, her shoulder-length blue hair billowing in the air like a swirling vortex.
The Smurfs could no longer restrain themselves, and their loud moans turned into a lewd ballad: "Over the mountains and over the waters, there lives a group of Smurfs. They are happy and clever, they are cute and witty. They sprinkle their nectar to tease the penis, and they are defeated..."
At this moment, the man could no longer hold back his ejaculation. His penis began to tremble violently, throbbing and shooting out his life essence, all of it hitting the depths of the other woman's tender vagina.
The Smurf was drenched in hot liquid, causing her body to tremble violently. Her flesh walls pressed against her, and her mind went blank. She could no longer sing the lewd song smoothly and could only faithfully submit to the pleasure in her heart. The lyrics changed to "Giggle... um..." (Please connect this with the previous lyrics, hahaha).
The man felt his genitals being tightly wrapped by something warm. A powerful force came from the front, and the ejaculation, which should have ended long ago, showed no sign of stopping. Countless essences mixed with his own profound power surged into the depths of the other man's body. He was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. He could no longer calmly enjoy the afterglow of the orgasm and cried out in a pitiful voice, "What are you doing? Stop it!"
The Smurf regained her senses from the momentary confusion and continued to absorb the other man's power. When she saw the boy's horrified expression, she couldn't help but laugh triumphantly, "Don't be afraid, it will be over in a moment."
"You bitch, get out of here right now, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Oh dear, I'm scared, hahaha, you can only blame your ignorance. You ran away as soon as you saw us Smurfs, but you actually dared to think of taking a bath with me. People like you deserve to die!" "
Bullshit! If you hadn't deliberately seduced me, I wouldn't have even looked at a piece of trash like you!"
"You're getting a good deal and still acting innocent. Today I'll make you forget everything you've been given!"
Even the most brutal punishment has an end. After the man ejaculated the last drop of semen, he passed out. The Smurf snorted coldly, slowly stood up, glanced at the once incredibly handsome face that was now deathly pale, and turned to Xiuhe in the tree, saying, "Little girl, have you seen enough? Get out here."
Xiuhe was greatly surprised. It turned out that the other party had already discovered her hiding in the tree, but only pointed it out now. Helpless, she had no choice but to jump down from the tree and stand there timidly, saying, "Does Senior have any orders?"
The Smurf arrogantly glanced at her and said coldly, "Judging from your appearance, you must be from the Nalan clan, right??"
"Yes." Xiuhe felt uneasy under the Smurf's gaze and dared not hide anything.
“I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll let you off the hook, little girl. I’ll even give you a gift,” the Blue Fairy said, pointing to the man beside her. “This guy’s still alive. Judging from your appearance, you’ve probably never tasted a man’s touch before.
You can have him! Maybe there’s something to get out of him!”
The Blue Fairy finished speaking, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and without putting on any clothes, spread her wings and flew south.
Xiuhe took a while to come to her senses. She rushed to the man’s side, only to find a limp penis between his legs. She immediately blushed deeply. She hastily dressed the man before carefully examining his face.
Unexpectedly, the man was a young man barely twenty. His face, still bearing traces of childhood innocence, had tightly closed phoenix eyes, a high, straight nose that exuded arrogance, and slightly parted, thin red lips revealing neatly arranged white teeth. At first glance, he resembled a porcelain doll, exquisitely carved from jade. However, his face was extremely pale, showing signs of death.
Xiuhe, always kind-hearted, felt immense pity upon seeing the boy's condition. Her dark eyes darted around, tears welling in her eyes. She gently stroked the boy's face and sighed softly, "Why are there so many tragic events in the world? Why must such a person die here? Heaven, what can I do?"
The boy suddenly let out a heavy groan. Xiuhe quickly checked his breath and found he was still alive. She remained silent for a long while, then, as if making a decision, she picked up the boy and rushed northeast.
"Xiuhe, what are you doing?"
"Chieftain, please save him! He's about to die!" Xiuhe cried, her voice trembling with sobs.
"Have you forgotten our clan's rules? Bringing outsiders into the mountains without permission is punishable by being sent to Dead Water Valley. Besides, he's a human!" "
Xiuhe knows all this. As long as I can save his life, Xiuhe is willing to accept the punishment!"
"Is it worth it?" the chieftain sighed, a hint of pity flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"Please, sister, grant Xiuhe's wish."
"Alright, guards! Take Xiuhe to Dead Water Valley. She will not be released until forty-nine days later."
Yu Qingchuan woke up from his unconsciousness. Where was he?
His power seemed to have diminished considerably. He only remembered having intercourse with a blue-skinned woman, who then stole his true essence. He had thought he was going to die, so how did he end up in this wooden hut? Was the underworld made of wood?
"You're awake." A cold female voice entered his ears, and Yu Qingchuan then noticed a tall woman standing by the window.
"Where is this place?"
"The Nalan Clan!"
"The Nalan Clan?"
"You were harmed by Lan Yanmei, one of the three great enchantresses of the Smurfs. It was Nalan Xiuhe of my clan who brought you here."
"Where is Xiuhe now?"
"She brought you into the mountains without permission, and I have now imprisoned her in Dead Water Valley as punishment!"
"Outrageous! I must rescue her."
"That's no problem, but venturing into Dead Water Valley requires strength. With your skills, you probably won't be able to rescue her and will only lose your own life." "No need for your pretense. I only need a bow and twelve arrows!"
"A bow and arrow? That's laughable! You want to compete with elves in archery? Are you crazy?! "
"Hmph! I'll show you how a real bow and arrow is used!"
"Alright, don't blame me for not warning you, the one guarding Dead Water Valley is the greatest expert of our clan in three hundred years. His name is Nalan Yuanshu!"
Chapter Two: First Encounter Yu
Qingchuan took the bow and arrow handed to him by the female clan leader and resolutely headed towards Dead Water Valley.
The female clan leader watched Yu Qingchuan's departing figure, silently thinking, "Sister Xiuhe, do you know how envious I am of you? Now a man is willing to venture into Dead Water Valley for you, but unfortunately I don't have that blessing..."
Yu Qingchuan stood at the entrance of Dead Water Valley, peering intently inside. He saw thick fog churning, and gusts of cold wind blowing. Furthermore, his power had diminished considerably, making it impossible to see anything within the valley.
He secretly checked his condition and realized he had retreated to the state he was in when he first tested his archery skills with his master. He couldn't help but feel anxious. With his current strength, he might be able to escape unscathed from an ordinary elf, but if he encountered a master, he would surely die a horrible death.
If that were the case, he might have no choice but to use that move, risking his strength, perhaps he could win in one battle. Thinking of this, a smile finally appeared on his face. He raised his left hand and gently kissed his wrist. "Good brother, now it all depends on you!" His
smile froze on his face, and Yu Qingchuan screamed, "No way, how could this be?"
He quickly activated his inner energy cultivation technique, and the once-powerful crimson bow reappeared in his hand. However, it was indeed a small bow, only the size of a thumb, and it seemed to be shrinking.
"No, no, no..." With Yu Qingchuan's repeated screams, the small bow finally disappeared completely from his palm. Yu Qingchuan collapsed to the ground, speechless for a long time.
Suddenly, as if grasping at a straw, he took out a golden bell from his robes and frantically asked while shaking it, "Master's wife, what should I do now?"
"Password!?" Master's wife's voice echoed in Yu Qingchuan's mind, sounding extremely cold.
"We're all so familiar with each other, there's no need to be so old-fashioned!" Yu Qingchuan said with a bitter smile.
"Who are you? Where is my Chuan'er?"
"Master's wife, I am Chuan'er! But now my true energy has been stolen, and I don't have the strength to use my powers to connect with you!" "
Then there's no room for negotiation. If you don't say the password, this bell will automatically detonate and blow you to death, you little bastard!"
"No, no..." In desperation, Yu Qingchuan finally uttered the password to call his master's wife: "Meat Bun, Meat Bun, I'm Pink Sausage, I'm Pink Sausage, please answer!"
"Giggle..." The cold voice turned into a familiar, charming one, "Chuan'er, how could you be so stupid? You only realize how treacherous the world is now, huh? Let's see if you dare to steal again next time!"
"Then what should I do now? With this little skill, how can I survive in the world? And there's a girl in the valley waiting for me to rescue her. Please, Master's wife, teach me." "
Actually, the Heavenly Profound Sect's cultivation method can prevent the theft of one's true essence. The reason you're in this situation is because you haven't met someone who gave you three moles yet!"
"???"
"Sorry, I misremembered. It's that you haven't met a woman who gave you her virginity!" "If you obtain a true virgin Yin essence, not only will your power be fully restored, but you will also no longer need to worry about your true essence being stolen. Furthermore, your abilities in all aspects will be greatly enhanced, and reaching the level of 'Twenty-Four Acupoints Under the Bright Moon' will only be a matter of time."
When Yu Qingchuan wanted to ask how to defeat Nalan Yuanshu, she heard her master's wife sigh: "Son, to achieve a goal that no one has accomplished for thousands of years, you must rely on yourself. Go! This is your first test!"
Yu Qingchuan's eyes shone brightly, no longer complaining, and she strode into the Dead Water Valley.
"How lonely!" A body twice the size of a normal elf leaned against a tree, lazily yawning. Since volunteering to guard Deadwater Valley, it hadn't fought anyone, so its muscles and bones must have become lax! Although this was forbidden territory for the Nalan clan, it had never understood what was forbidden here, and very few outsiders knew about it. Back then, if it weren't for the constant challenges, it wouldn't have come to this godforsaken place! Life was much more leisurely now, but as a martial artist, its inherently combative nature had gradually intensified with the years. If it didn't find someone to have a proper fight, it would get restless.
The little girl sent over a couple of days ago looked so pitiful, just like its granddaughter who died from an enemy arrow. It wondered what wrong she had done to be brought here. A winged creature... Animals are most afraid of water. Judging from her appearance, she definitely won't last more than forty-nine days; her wings will be ruined then. What's infuriating is that the girl is so stubborn, insisting on seriously accepting the punishment, spending all day soaking in stagnant water. Sigh, I'll just have to wait until she's unconscious in a few days before pulling her up, but who knows how much harm that will cause her then.
Huh? Something seems to have entered the valley. Hmm… it should be a human, looks quite young! Heh, even carrying a bow and arrows, interesting…
Yu Qingchuan groped his way forward in the thick fog, occasionally tripping over the stones under his feet. Suddenly, his hands touched two round pillars simultaneously. He wondered why two unusual pillars had appeared in the valley out of nowhere. Thinking this, he reached up along the pillars.
"Hahahaha..." A loud, aged laugh sent shivers down Yu Qingchuan's spine. "Young man, just above that is my third leg. Do you have some interest in it? Hahahaha..."
Startled, Yu Qingchuan quickly withdrew his hand. Looking up, he saw a tall elf standing before him, and what he had just touched were his two thick legs.
"Senior, are you Nalan Yuanshu? I apologize for my rudeness."
"I am indeed Nalan Yuanshu. I've long heard that humans talk too much nonsense, and seeing this today, I can confirm it. Speak! What brings you here?" "
Is a young lady named Xiuhe imprisoned here? If it's convenient, I'd like to take her out. What do you think, senior?"
"Want to rescue someone? Let me see what you're capable of, daring to be so insolent!
" "Enough talk. I'll learn your archery skills from you, senior!"
The two separated, and Yu Qingchuan drew his bow and pointed it at Nalan Yuanshu: "Please enlighten me!" Before Nalan Yuanshu could make a move, a large black arrow suddenly shot out like lightning. Yu Qingchuan shouted, "Perfect timing! "
She released her right hand, and with a twang of the bowstring, a small, dark green arrow flew out, striking the tip of the first arrow. The two arrows collided without a sound. Yu Qingchuan's arrow turned to dust the moment it touched its target, but the arrow's momentum remained undiminished, heading straight for Yu Qingchuan's face. Yu Qingchuan quickly raised her longbow, using the bowstring to catch the center of the shaft, and with a swift turn, deftly deflected the arrow.
"Excellent technique! Let's see how you deal with my second arrow!" "Nalan Yuanshu, seeing the opportunity, was overjoyed and fired a second arrow. This time, however, it zigzagged through the air, rising and falling unpredictably.
Yu Qingchuan, her face grave, fired an arrow diagonally into the sky. The arrow traced a graceful arc before falling, striking Nalan Yuanshu's second arrow squarely in the middle, causing it to lose its momentum and fall to the ground, missing its target.
"The third arrow!" A ball of flame, enveloping the arrow, hurtled towards Yu Qingchuan. Nalan Yuanshu was clearly struggling, having two arrows easily deflected by his opponent. Although he hadn't used his full strength, his technique was inferior. Therefore, this time he employed his unique skill—the Fire Dragon Arrow.
A fire dragon swept through the air, its flames leaping several feet higher, increasing its power. Even more astonishing was the flames forming a dragon's head shape on the arrow, its mouth wide open, seemingly ready to devour him. The dark arrowhead within gleamed coldly, sending chills down Yu Qingchuan's spine; she desperately wanted to turn and run.
"This is your first test!" The words of encouragement from his master's wife still echoed in his ears when Yu Qingchuan made his decision in an instant: So be it. If he couldn't even pass this trial, he might as well die and get to his master and mistress sooner.
He smiled, raised his left hand, and shielded his chest. Nalan Yuanshu was shocked and tried to pull back, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the fire dragon bit into Yu Qingchuan's left hand.
A strange thing happened: a red light suddenly burst from Yu Qingchuan's hand, and the flames of the fire dragon arrow shot into that red light. Yu Qingchuan showed no unusual expression, simply standing there quietly, letting the flames burrow into his body. The fire dragon arrow relied entirely on the power of the flames attached to it to move forward. Now that the flames had subsided, the dark arrow body hovered in mid-air, caught by Yu Qingchuan.
The two looked at each other, neither able to understand what had happened.
Chapter Three: Childhood Memories As a mother, nothing brings more joy than seeing her child grow day by day. Although her husband died young, he left her with such a lovely daughter. Four years have passed .
So many hardships vanish before her daughter's innocent face. Even she herself couldn't tell whether she was taking care of her daughter, or her daughter was taking care of her.
It was another beautiful day for an outing.
She sat on the lush green grass, watching the figures playing among the flowers, a contented smile on her face. A gentle breeze carried a pleasant fragrance, and the grass tickled her exposed skin, tickling her—it felt wonderful.
She lazily stretched, squinting at the sun in the sky. Just as she was about to call her daughter back, a large hand covered her mouth and nose, and at the same time, an icy voice shattered her senses: "Red Eagle, go and catch that girl."
Her daughter was dragged over like a chicken to be slaughtered. The man had already released her, seemingly watching the trembling mother and daughter with amusement.
"What...do...you want?" She stared at the three humans standing before her, her fear reaching its peak. Her teeth chattered, and her words came out broken and incoherent.
"It's simple, two words: rape!"
"Ah..." she gasped softly, watching the cold, savage grin.
A thick, hard penis slapped against her pale face. Her unfocused eyes sharpened. Something she hadn't seen since her husband's death was now placed so close, its stench almost making her vomit. The only reason she held back was because that vile thing was shoved into her mouth without warning.
The man said expressionlessly, "Look at your daughter. If you dare bite her, hmph... Now, let me enjoy myself!" Tears of humiliation
streamed down her face like broken pearls. She had never even had her husband's manhood inside her, yet now it was being taken by a complete stranger. This loss of virginity pierced her nerves, her mind becoming increasingly chaotic. The only clear thought in her mind was to protect her daughter. Her own purity had been defiled; if her daughter were also harmed, she didn't know how she could ever face her beloved husband again.
The man was clearly violent; his enormous penis thrust in and out without any mercy, mercilessly striking the tender flesh in her mouth. The glans scraped against her, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through her. Her eyes were wide open, but her pupils were unfocused, like a dead person, bearing all the pain. The pain was intense. Suddenly, the man jerked upwards and then sank downwards, the tip of his penis plunging deep into her throat. A nauseating urge surged in her stomach, and she immediately pushed the man away, kneeling on the ground and vomiting up her lunch and water. She didn't notice that her buttocks were raised high, directly facing the demon behind her, her discomfort causing them to tremble uncontrollably, as if inviting the demon's visit.
Until one day…
a deeply loving couple finally couldn't suppress their buried desires and made love in the stagnant water. After returning to the tribe, however, their bodies underwent a dramatic change. First, the man's personality gradually became cruel; every time he went to war, he would torture his opponents… He wouldn't stop until limbs were broken and bones shattered, sparing even the most dead enemies. Wherever he went, a heap of mangled corpses remained, never a complete body left.
The female elf, meanwhile, became incredibly wanton, seducing other elves to have sex with her.
Finally, one night, a victorious man returned home to find his lover and father sleeping in each other's arms, their bodies a mess, their mouths unconsciously moaning, "So comfortable...so good...oh...you children are all so strong..."
The burning flames engulfed everything. When someone found the man, he was on the verge of death. In his final moments, he suddenly regained his senses: "Dead water...it's all the dead water's fault..." "
After careful analysis and research, the Nalan clan finally discovered the secret of the Dead Water: the Dead Water contains a special substance. If one soaks in the water for three days and three nights, or during sexual intercourse, this substance enters the body through the open pores, affecting the creature's personality. Finally, the clan elders unanimously decided to seal the Dead Water Valley as a sacred place. However, because the reason was difficult to explain to the public, it gradually disappeared. Later, when wicked spirits were punished and sent to the valley, they were only allowed to soak in the water during the day and rest and sleep on land at night, so similar incidents never occurred again.
Nalan Xiuhe was too naive, only wanting to atone for her actions, which is why the Dead Water entered her, arousing her desires.
'Girl, are you feeling unwell?' A gentle voice came, and Xiuhe, slightly relieved of her embarrassment, saw a familiar young man standing by the water, looking very anxious."
"Ah...who are you?"
"I am Yu Qingchuan. You must have rescued me, young lady?"
"It's you! The clan leader finally agreed to save you? ...What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to get you out of here!" Yu Qingchuan said firmly.
"Save me? Why do you want to save me?" Xiuhe didn't understand for a moment.
"Don't you think they've gone too far? Torturing a weak woman like this is simply cruel!"
"It was my own choice! I brought an outsider into the clan without permission, so naturally I have to accept the punishment...unless...unless...that person becomes one of my clansmen..." Xiuhe's desire grew stronger, and the words she was too ashamed to utter slipped out on their own. Her alluring eyes swept over Yu Qingchuan, her eyes brimming with affection, almost dripping with tears.
Yu Qingchuan wasn't a fool; she naturally understood the meaning behind Xiuhe's words. With a leap, she jumped into the stagnant water, lifted her chin, and kissed her deeply.
"Mmm...mmm..." Xiuhe responded passionately, her smooth tongue offering itself, her body twisting and turning, seemingly resisting but actually welcoming Yu Qingchuan's strong body.
Words became superfluous; two hot young bodies intertwined. After a moment, his burning member sank into a quagmire. Since Xiuhe had already entered, the juices inside mingled with the stagnant water, churning to welcome his thrusts. Using the buoyancy of the stagnant water, Yu Qingchuan's hips heaved along the flower path. Xiuhe felt no pain. With a sudden thrust, he broke through the sacred barrier of virginity, probing the deepest part of her flower chamber.
"Ah..." The pain of deflowering was instantly dispelled by the fullness of the flesh. Xiuhe trembled, welcoming Yu Qingchuan's member. With each thrust, the tingling sensation in her flower bud spurred even more intense movements, the two composing the most beautiful symphony.
When they emerged from the stagnant water, Xiuhe was exhausted, slumping against Yu Qingchuan's chest, letting him tidy her clothes. Having survived this battle, Yu Qingchuan not only fully recovered his strength but also reached a higher level. His arrogant aura returned, and he couldn't help but let out a long roar, venting his pent-up resentment.
"Boy, you're getting cocky. Don't forget about me!" Nalan Yuanshu suddenly appeared, and Xiuhe blushed instantly, hastily straightening her clothes in a display
of rudeness. "Little girl, your punishment can be waived, but his trespassing into Dead Water Valley is still a serious offense, unless he can defeat me!" Nalan Yuanshu's fighting spirit, once ignited, could no longer be contained. He casually found a reason to challenge Yu Qingchuan to another duel. Moreover, Yu Qingchuan's ability to see Xiuhe was precisely because he had promised to settle the score after meeting her; logically and emotionally, this battle was inevitable.
Yu Qingchuan was in a good mood and didn't want to hurt their relationship. After a moment's thought, he said, "I am deeply grateful for your kindness and dare not fight with you. How about this, I will shoot an arrow. If you can do it, I will accept the punishment!"
Without waiting for Nalan Yuanshu's reply, he stretched out his left hand, and a small vermilion bow reappeared. He grabbed the bow, leaped into the air, and casually broke off a thin branch in mid-air, placing it on the string.
'The Heavenly Profound Divine Arrow overturns the heavens and earth!'
The wooden branch, wrapped in yellow light, pierced the ground with a resounding crash, sending a massive wave of earth, dozens of feet high, soaring into the sky and sweeping across the stagnant water, scraping the ground three feet deep as it passed
. The wave grew even larger with each passing moment. A deafening roar followed, and dust filled the valley. When the dust settled, the small patch of stagnant water had vanished, replaced by a mound of earth the same size as before. Yu Qingchuan stared in astonishment at the result of his own actions, swallowed hard, and looked awkwardly at Nalan Yuanshu. He had thought he could at most clear a small portion of the area; if his opponent could cover more, they would naturally win. Now that the stagnant water was completely gone, he didn't know how to compete anymore.
'Sigh! I can't do it. You guys go!'
"Brother Qingchuan, are you really going to deal with Lan Yanmei? There are so many of them, how are you going to get in?" Hearing Xiuhe's worried question, Yu Qingchuan focused intently on kneading the clay in his hands. He had already released the Smurfs, who were already on high alert, guarding the tribe's perimeter. Lan Yanmei and the other leaders, however, stood leisurely in the center of the camp, seemingly mocking his arrogance. The clay gradually took shape, and a double-headed arrow appeared in his hand. Yu Qingchuan winked at Xiuhe and fired another arrow into the ground. "Let's go! I'll show you the outside world!"
Suddenly, two beams of light shot out from beneath Lan Yanmei's feet in the distance, accurately striking her wings. There was no sound of force hitting anything, only wisps of dust drifting in the air and Lan Yanmei's shrill screams. The setting sun shone on Yu Qingchuan. Looking at the petite Xiuhe beside him, he smiled, a smile of pure contentment. Because he knew that he had taken another incredibly solid step towards his goal of dominating the world of arrows.

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