Red-haired Ancestor

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Xiao Yao found a secluded corner behind the artificial hill, used his inner strength to climb over the wall, and peered inside.
"You slut, your little mouth is good at licking. If my cock goes soft, I'll chop your son into mincemeat and feed him to the dogs." The speaker was none other than the Red-Haired Ancestor—Hong Jiugong.

Hong Jiugong was only wearing a Taoist robe, his lean body topped with a long, black cock. Beneath him lay a woman, almost completely naked, with only a tattered gauze skirt barely covering her buttocks. Her long, white legs were covered in grime. The woman was greedily licking Hong Jiugong's dark cock like a bitch. A beautiful face peeked out from her disheveled hair. Seeing the woman's figure and face, Xiao Yao couldn't help but swallow, finding the scene utterly ecstatic. He couldn't help but think, how wonderful it would be if this beautiful woman were licking his cock.

Looking around, he saw Chu Ziyu, whom he had just met the day before. A woman, seemingly younger, was also lying beneath him. However, unlike Hong Jiugong, Chu Ziyu showed no signs of pleasure; it was as if he were being tortured.

Chu Ziyu appeared injured and weak, naked and held up by two assassins, unable to move. His penis, in the woman's mouth, was limp and powerless.

Hong Jiugong, having enjoyed the sensation for a moment, suddenly opened his eyes, glared at Chu Ziyu, and raised his steel knife, striking the woman's buttocks with the back of the blade. He roared, "You slut, I told you, if you can't make his penis hard, you're dead! If you don't show some slutness, the next cut won't be the back of the knife!"

The woman's bare buttocks were struck, and she convulsed in pain, tears streaming down her face as she cried, Chu Ziyu's penis still in her mouth.

Seeing this, Chu Ziyu shouted, "You old thief, if you have the guts, come at me! Don't make things difficult for my second mother!" It turned out that the person giving Chu Ziyu oral sex was none other than his father's second wife, Gong Yu.

Hong Jiugong glanced at Chu Ziyu and said, "Child, my seed is being licked by your mother. Whether I have a seed or not, why don't you ask your mother?" As he spoke, Hong Jiugong thrust his penis in and out of Chu's mother's mouth a couple of times. It seemed to have gone too deep, and Chu's mother coughed softly twice.

Looking at his mother's retreating figure, Chu Ziyu was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, wishing he could rush over and bite his enemy to death.
The more Hong Jiugong saw that Chu Ziyu hated him, the more excited he became. He said, "Child, your father spent a lot of money to take Gong Yu as a concubine. She was a famous singer and dancer in the capital back then. Now you've gotten her for free, and her life is in your hands, that useless cock."

Chu Ziyu's eyes blazed with hatred, and he shouted, "Kill me if you want! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"
Hong Jiugong bent down and tucked Chu's wife's long hair behind her ear, then said, "Child, I've already spoken to your mother. As long as she can give me my flesh ..." "If your penis doesn't go soft, I won't kill you. If she can give me heavenly pleasure, I'll spare your life. I always keep my word when it comes to beauties."

Hong Jiugong glanced at Gong Yu and said, "Did you hear what I said? If you can't make his penis hard, do you know what will happen to you? You've been in the world of pleasure for years, how come you don't even have the skills to seduce a man?"

Gong Yu was afraid, and Chu Ziyu was filled with resentment after seeing his mother humiliated, so he had no desire for sex and his penis just wouldn't get hard.

Gong Yu was even more frightened after hearing Hong Jiugong's words. She made up her mind, turned around and knelt down in front of Hong Jiugong, pleading, "Grandpa, please spare my life. From now on, I am willing to serve you like a slave, obeying your every command." Gong Yu was a

famous beauty in the capital. She had been with Chu Ziyu's father for several years without having children. She had been pampered and well-maintained. Now, with tears streaming down her face, she was begging a man. What man wouldn't be moved? Besides, this Red-Haired Ancestor was a lecherous god; how could he complain about having too many beauties around him?

Who knew that Hong Jiugong only glanced at Gong Yu before striking with his sword. His swordsmanship was so fast that it took a long time for blood to spurt from the wound after Gong Yu's head had fallen, and not a drop of blood stained Hong Jiugong's curved blade.

Alas, beauty is fleeting. Gong Yu only wanted to marry into a wealthy family and live a peaceful life, but she died so tragically.

Gong Yu's blood splattered on Madam Chu's back, causing her to tremble from the heat.

Hong Jiugong, seeing this, said, "Slut, what are you afraid of with a bitch's blood?"

With that, Hong Jiugong wiped the bloodstains from Madam Chu's bare back, then bent down and grabbed her breasts with his blood-stained hands, kneading them incessantly. His technique seemed rough, but his control of the force was precise; in just a few strokes, Madam Chu's nipples protruded like two flower buds about to bloom.

Xiao Yao, peering over the wall, was captivated by the scene before him. Looking at Madam Chu's blood-stained breasts, he longed to grab them himself, even imagining Madam Chu as his aunt. This thought caused his penis to stir restlessly in his trousers.

Madam Chu allowed Hong Jiugong's filthy hands to fondle her breasts, her tongue swirling around his dark glans. At that moment, she probably had only one thought: if this penis didn't go soft, her son's life would be spared.

Chu Ziyu looked at his stepmother lying before him, then at his own mother kneeling before his enemy, sucking his penis. He felt utterly devastated and, in a moment of despair, prepared to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

But the assassin beside him didn't give him a chance; he simply dislocated his jaw.

Hong Jiugong looked at Chu Ziyu and said, "Kid, do you want to die? I bet you're reluctant to die, aren't you?"
Chu Ziyu glared at Hong Jiugong, as if to say, "Kill me or torture me, give me a quick death."

Hong Jiugong looked at Chu Ziyu and sneered, "Don't be stubborn. I saw you peeking at your mother's butt several times just now. You dare to say you didn't?"

Upon hearing this, both Chu's mother and son were shocked. Chu Ziyu's eyes turned red, and he couldn't speak, unsure whether to defend himself.

"Hmph, I'm an expert in lust. Do you think your little schemes can escape my discerning eyes?" As he spoke, he slapped Chu's mother's buttocks twice with his curved knife, making two crisp sounds.

"Is it pleasant to listen to? Just from that voice, I know she's a good catch. Touching her must be incredibly pleasurable."

Hong Jiugong looked at Chu Ziyu and continued, "Your mother's tattered skirt is so thin and small. She's been bending over for so long, giving me a blowjob. How could you not be tempted? We're both men, I can understand."
Chu Ziyu seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and the hatred and murderous intent in his eyes noticeably lessened.

Chu Ziyu also seemed to be bewitched, and after hearing Hong Jiugong's words, he couldn't help but glance at his own mother again.
Madam Chu's skirt was already torn to just a small piece at the waist, a thin layer, the alluring slit of flesh faintly visible, and tufts of pubic hair peeking out from between her legs from time to time. The sight made Chu Ziyu's throat feel sweet, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Hong Jiugong witnessed all of this and sneered, "Kid, that's right. A young man who isn't a bit of a flirt isn't a real man. You have good taste. No wonder Gong Yu bragged to you for so long, but you weren't interested. It turns out you were thinking about your mother, that slut."

Chu Ziyu felt ashamed after being told this, his eyes darting away, completely lacking the murderous aura he had shown earlier.
Hong Jiugong found Chu Ziyu's appearance amusing and raised his curved sword to lift the tattered dress that was draped around Chu's wife's waist.

The sword in Hong Jiugong's hand was much longer than an ordinary sword, and its curve wasn't very pronounced, but the tip was curved like a barb.

Hong Jiugong used this barbarian tip to lift Chu's wife's dress, thus exposing her entire buttocks to his son.

Chu Ziyu couldn't control his inner demons at this moment; his eyes were drawn to the sight before him, unable to look away even an inch.
Beneath the bright red chrysanthemum gate lay his mother's tender pink vulva, flanked by dark pubic hair. The rosy stamen in the center was clearly visible. This was his mother's secret garden, utterly alluring, seemingly possessing a magical power that drew him in, compelling him to draw closer, to penetrate deeper. This
was the first time Chu Ziyu had seen a woman's genitals, and his own mother's secret garden at that. This intense stimulation caused him to completely abandon worldly conventions. His penis, as if just awakened, slowly rose.
Seeing this, Hong Jiugong couldn't help but feel smug. He even used the hooked tip of his knife to tease Chu's wife's labia.

Xiao Yao was amazed by this knife skill. The force was perfectly controlled, and Hong Jiugong couldn't even see Chu's wife's genitals, yet he could accurately tease her vulva with the tip of his knife. Xiao Yao deeply felt that Hong Jiugong's knife skills were divine; such an opponent was terrifying.

Chu Ziyu watched as Hong Jiugong used the tip of his knife to tease his mother's two tender pink labia. The opening between the labia opened and closed, and it seemed as if spring water was slowly flowing out of it.

Whether it was the teasing of Hong Jiugong's knife that aroused Chu's mother, or the humiliation she felt in front of her son that stimulated her sinful pleasure, she couldn't control her body in front of him. Her vaginal fluids slowly flowed out, soaking her entire vulva and wetting the tip of Hong Jiugong's knife. In the sunlight, Chu's vaginal fluids flowed down her thighs like glistening pearls.

Seeing this, Chu Ziyu's desire could no longer be suppressed. His penis, which had just woken up, was now fully awake.

Hong Jiugong glanced at Chu Ziyu and sneered, "I thought your dick was useless, but it turns out you just look down on that slut Gong Yu. Kid, you have good taste in women."

Hong Jiugong smeared the honey on the tip of his knife onto Madam Chu's buttocks and continued, "Your mother is indeed a beauty. She was originally Jiang Yiyan, one of the 'Two Beauties of Jiangnan,' a renowned beauty in the martial arts world. Back then, countless men wanted to marry her, but somehow your father tricked her into marrying you. She's definitely not comparable to that kind of trash like Gong Yu. Look at your mother's body, don't you want to be captivated?"

As he spoke, he gave a wink, and someone dragged Chu Ziyu closer, also lowering his chin.

Chu Ziyu was already completely mesmerized by his mother's body, but he thought to himself, "This is still my mother. Can I? Can I? How will I face my mother after this? How will I live my life?"

Seeing that Chu Ziyu was still hesitating, Hong Jiugong said to Madam Chu, "Your son's penis wants to enter your body, do you know what to do?"

Madam Chu, without hesitation, spread her buttocks with both hands, completely exposing her vulva to her son, as if in an invitation.

Seeing his mother's actions, Chu Ziyu felt a burning desire within him, his glans swelling and turning a deep purple-red.

However, Chu Ziyu still had an inescapable shackle in his heart, constantly muttering, "No, I can't, I can't..."

Hong Jiugong grew impatient and said, "Child, if you don't live up to this, I'll send you to your death."

Upon hearing this, Madam Chu spat out Hong Jiugong's penis, turned to Chu Ziyu, and softly called out, "Yu'er."
Chu Ziyu looked at his mother's still delicate and dignified face and said, "Mother. I..."

Madam Chu didn't let him continue, asking, "Yu'er, am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful! Mother is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Yu'er, is my body beautiful?"

"Mother... beautiful, beautiful."

"Yu'er, don't you want to cherish your mother?"

"Mother, I..."

"Yu'er, look at your mother's body."

Hearing his mother say this, Chu Ziyu's gaze returned to his mother's vulva.

Madam Chu said softly, "Yu'er, you were born here twenty years ago, and today you return here. This is your home, and I am your woman now. Only you are the one I care about most, and only you can bring me happiness."
Madam Chu glanced at Chu Ziyu's rock-hard penis and continued, "Now, life and death are uncertain. I only want my own son to bring me happiness."

Chu Ziyu looked at his mother's vulva, his mind filled with her words, and murmured, "I want to go back. Mother wants me too."

Chu Ziyu finally broke free from the shackles of convention, grabbing Madam Chu's plump buttocks with both hands, and thrusting his swollen, purplish penis into the place that had nurtured him twenty years ago.

As Chu Ziyu's hands gripped her buttocks, two tears streamed down Madam Chu's face. Was she feeling humiliation or happiness?

Just as Chu Ziyu's penis was about to enter Madam Chu's body—a flash of light, and Chu Ziyu's penis was severed at the root, falling to the ground with a thud. Hot blood gushed from the wound in his genitals like a fountain, spraying all over his mother's buttocks.

Overwhelmed by pain, Chu Ziyu collapsed to the ground, unconscious, his severed penis still gushing blood.

Seeing her son lying in a pool of blood, Madam Chu couldn't bear it and fainted beside him, her own buttocks still dripping with his blood.

Xiao Yao was shocked by the scene. If he hadn't almost lost his life after being hit by Miss Liu's hidden weapon and hadn't strengthened his cultivation to stabilize his aura, he probably would have already been detected by the Red-Haired Ancestor. Hong Jiugong seemed quite

pleased with the mother and son, saying, "What can you do with the woman I've set my sights on, you brat? Just kidding!"

After laughing loudly, Hong Jiugong stomped on Chu Ziyu's severed penis, glanced at the crowd, and said, "You know what will happen if you try to touch the woman I've set my sights on, right?"

The assassins beside him were terrified, not daring to utter a sound.

Hong Jiugong glanced at the crowd and said, "Take this slut inside and keep a close watch on her. If anything goes wrong, I'll skin you all alive."

One of his men asked, "What should we do with this kid? Just kill him?"

Hong Jiugong replied, "No, I promised his whore mother that if I had my way, I wouldn't kill her son. Heal his wounds and let him live. Without a dick, he's no different from a woman. We'll keep him like a prostitute, ha! ha!"

Just then, an assassin entered and said, "Reporting to the patriarch, someone has discovered Su Shiqian."
Hong Jiugong's eyebrows shot up and he said, "Where?!" "

At the east gate." "Lead the way! Hehe! I'm going to tear her crotch off." With that, Hong Jiugong led several assassins out of the garden gate and headed east.

Xiao Yao, upon hearing that this old lecher had discovered Su Shiqian, didn't have time to think and followed Hong Jiugong, waiting for an opportunity to act.
Xiao Yao dared not get too close, maintaining a distance from Hong Jiugong while searching the corpses along the way for any handy weapons he could use to ambush the old lecher.

As Xiao Yao walked, he searched the corpses, and when he reached the vicinity of the eastern mountain gate, he heard commotion indicating a fight was underway.

Xiao Yao quickly controlled his inner energy and slowly approached the gate.

"Little beauty, you're making my heart itch. Put down your weapon, don't resist. I'm a man of principle, I'm afraid of hurting you," Hong Jiugong said, his eyes fixed on Su Shiqian with the greed of someone starving for two days before a sumptuous meal.

Su Shiqian had no time to pay attention to the old lecher. She brandished her sword, fighting the assassins guarding the gate like a fairy dancing in the clouds.

Hong Jiugong was only interested in admiring the beauty's charm and had no intention of helping in the battle. He didn't care about the lives of his men.

The Emei sword technique was graceful and beautiful, and when used by a beauty like Su Shiqian, it was truly a sight to behold. However, the Emei sect had stood for hundreds of years, and its signature sword technique was no mere show. Within a dozen or so moves, the assassins were either dead or wounded, with no chance to fight back.

Su Shiqian didn't waste any time after defeating these lackeys. She smoothed her long hair, pointed her sword at the red-haired patriarch, and shouted, "You thief, don't spout nonsense! If you look at me with those thieving eyes again, I'll blind you!"

"Hehe! You little wench are quite something. I like you very much, but you're a bit overconfident. Even your master, Wuxin, that old woman, might not get the better of you if you fight me." Judging from Hong Jiugong's expression, he had completely regarded Su Shiqian as his prey, with no way to escape.

Upon hearing the old lecher's disrespect towards her master, Su Shiqian coldly retorted, "Shut up, you old scoundrel! Take this!"
With that, Su Shiqian moved swiftly, unleashing a meteor strike aimed straight at Hong Jiugong's face.

Hong Jiugong, sensing the hostility, dared not be careless and raised his curved blade to engage Su Shiqian and Hong Jiugong in battle.
The two exchanged dozens of blows without a clear victor. Hong Jiugong couldn't help but think, "This little wench's swordsmanship is so exquisite. She seems to be handling this with ease. It seems that the old nun Wuxin has truly put a lot of effort into this disciple."

Su Shiqian, too, realized that her opponent was not to be underestimated; only by fighting with all her might she have a chance of survival.

Xiao Yao, who had been hiding in the shadows, had witnessed the entire duel between the two. Although the Red-Haired Ancestor's swordsmanship was exceptionally high and his strikes were unpredictable, Su Shiqian had managed to deflect each one. He couldn't help but admire the unfathomable depth of the Emei swordsmanship, which, after hundreds of years of refinement, had become perfectly natural and flawless.

Xiao Yao judged that if things continued this way, as long as Su Shiqian's stamina held up, Hong Jiugong's moves would eventually reach their limit, at which point he would have a chance to defeat this old lecher.

However, seeing that he couldn't gain the upper hand, Hong Jiugong feigned an attack, took a few steps back, and said, "Little wench, you are beautiful, and your swordsmanship is even more beautiful. But you are still at least twenty years away from defeating me. It seems I have to show you some real skill. Remember to admit defeat early later, don't force yourself, and don't hurt yourself."

Su Shiqian didn't know Hong Jiugong's true intentions, but she didn't dare to relax. She looked at her opponent with a serious expression.

Hong Jiugong roared, his joints cracking from his arms to his shoulders, blue smoke rising from his head, his white hair slowly turning red, and even his eyes becoming blood-red.

Xiao Yao was astonished. Was this the true strength of the Red-Haired Ancestor? It seemed his power had increased dramatically, even his eyes and beard had turned red; no wonder he was called the 'Red-Haired Ancestor.'

Just then, a glint flashed in Hong Jiugong's red eyes, and he shouted, "Little wench, take this!" As he spoke, he split his curved sword in two, creating twin blades, and attacked Su Shiqian.

Su Shiqian dared not be careless, and with utmost caution, she engaged Deng Jiugong in battle once more.

[The End]

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