After the Huashan Sword Tournament

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When Huang Yaoshi descended Mount Hua, he felt no regret. Although it was the first time in his life he had lost a fight, and it was somewhat awkward, Wang Chongyang was
a senior , more than twice his age, a renowned anti-Jin hero, and his martial arts were indeed superb. Losing to him wasn't shameful; the outcome of the next Mount Hua
Sword Tournament would have to wait and see. Young Huang Yaoshi was proud, knowing he possessed talents and abilities others lacked; he was also arrogant. He had
n't participated in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament for the Nine Yin Manual, but simply for the seemingly mundane title of "Number One in the World," enjoying the feeling of being number one. However, he was also
carefree. If he couldn't be number one, and the other was indeed stronger, it wasn't a big deal. He could go home, ponder things carefully, and meet again in twenty-five years. He
could also travel and enjoy the scenery along the way—that would be fine.

Hong Qi didn't feel much regret, but he regretted participating in this ridiculous Mount Hua Sword Tournament. Those empty titles had fooled him. He'd spent four days and four nights on Mount Hua,
his mouth was practically watering. The first thing he needed to do was find his junior sister and get some proper nourishment. What was Feng Heng doing now? She was probably waiting at home in Luoyang to see him make a fool of himself
! Sigh! Feng Heng was perfect in every way—beautiful as the finest flower, incredibly intelligent, could cook, could sing, and could do everything except martial arts.
Why n't he married her yet? He dared not! She was like an angel, but that halo was blinding. Besides, she often spoke in ways he couldn't understand. Most importantly, she loved seeing
him make a fool of himself. Hey, Hong Qi, at twenty-three, was a very accomplished beggar. Accomplished men are often a little vain; how could he look so
disheveled ?!

Duan Zhixing was very unconvinced. He was used to being in control, used to being better than others, and somewhat looked down on these commoners. He knew he had to practice diligently when he got back. He was still
young, and his family's secret techniques wouldn't be inferior to Wang Chongyang's "Innate Skill." Besides, there were many other family secret techniques he hadn't yet mastered. "We'll see!

" Ouyang Feng was the most resentful, but he remained calm. He knew he had already mastered the martial arts of White Camel Mountain to their limit. Without new skills to
supplement , he might never surpass Wang Chongyang's level. Participating in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament from the Western Regions had made Ouyang Feng realize his shortcomings.
He was used to winning; defeat was intolerable. Next time, perhaps in less than twenty-five years, he should be the best in the world. He had to work hard. The *Nine Yin Manual*
was definitely a shortcut to improvement, but he couldn't possibly defeat Wang Chongyang. They outnumbered him, and trickery wouldn't be easy to achieve. Ouyang Feng saw another hope,
a hope that could counter the "Innate Skill"—Lin Chaoying!

Was being the best in the world really that important? Was the *Nine Yin Manual* really that important? Wang Chongyang, hands behind his back, watched Zhou Botong rolling in the mud on the riverbank. Had
his first half of life been too tiring? How wonderful it would be to be like Botong! He looked at Zhou Botong's slightly plump body covered in mud, his pure, joyful expression, his
white, bare bottom… Why hadn't he ever married him? Lin Chaoying, dressed in a scholar's blue robe, carried her Qinggong sword and led her white dragon horse,
alone. Ever since she met the thirty-six-year-old Wang Chongyang at sixteen, her heart had been stolen by him. Did he really not understand? Was he still worried about him being her father's
close friend ? Were those really problems? Was she not beautiful enough? Or lacking in talent? Or not brave enough? Five years had passed, and she had silently followed him across the world.
Didn't he understand her heart? Sorrow. Lin Chaoying was only twenty-one, in the prime of her life, possessing both beauty and talent, and unfathomable abilities. Nothing could bring her
joy . She alone tasted the bittersweetness of unrequited love, waiting, waiting for a home, a harbor for her wandering soul. Wang Chongyang! What are you hesitating for?
Sometimes Lin Chaoying really wanted to grab Wang Chongyang by the collar and give herself to him right then and there. But Lin Chaoying was reserved, proud. Her exceptional qualities prevented her
from doing such a thing. However, Lin Chaoying knew she had a quick temper, accustomed to getting what she wanted. One day she would lose control and do it,
and she had no doubt about it. She needed to be careful, because that would be the moment when her relationship with Wang Chongyang would fundamentally change, or perhaps she wouldn't be able to quietly
follow him to the ends of the earth anymore.

Ahead was the courtyard without a door where Feng Heng lived. That clever and mischievous girl, you were so unavoidable, yet so unapproachable. Hong Qi gritted
his teeth. He couldn't afford not to see her; he'd be dead. Although it looked like a simple grove, her wall was this grove. What would happen if he went in?
Heaven knew. "Little sister! I'm back!" Hong Qi decided not to rush in. Every time he went in, he was covered in dust and dirt—how embarrassing! He was, after all,
one , the "Northern Beggar,
" and about to inherit the leadership. Becoming the leader at twenty-three was quite a miracle, wasn't it? It should be her, but she wasn't a member of the Beggars' Sect, even though her father was her master and an elder. "Ding-dong-dong," a zither melody played, and he seemed to see that delicate, always smiling oval face.
Now she was smiling again, and he seemed to see that always searching gaze, always surprised when she saw something new. She was so beautiful when she was surprised! The
zither music was an invitation, and also an expectation—an expectation that he would stumble again so he could laugh? He seemed to see the irresistible aroma
of dishes wafting from the stone table outside the bamboo house. My God! Why did you jump again? To stop his left index finger from twitching, Hong Qi clenched his fist. "Be careful!" Hong Qi reminded himself.
What ? It always seemed different. His footing faltered. "Oh no!" Instead of retreating,
Hong Qi lunged forward, realizing before even landing that his footing was a clear trap. He gathered his energy and leaped through the air. Hong Qi was quite pleased; this was the result of the Mount Hua Sword Tournament,
a new skill he'd gleaned from Huang Yaoshi's martial arts. The zither music started playing again—why was it playing again? Hadn't he avoided the ambush? When he was wrapped in a soft yet resilient net, Hong Qi understood. "
Seventh Brother , why are you playing in the trees? Oh dear, you've ruined our trap for catching wild boars! You're really something!" A
fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in green, dressed as Feng Heng's maid, Ben Deng, walked out of the forest with a cheerful laugh. She was just as mischievous . "Is it fun?" Hong Qi got angry at the sight of the bench,
and even angrier at the sight of the food box in the bench's hand. The aroma was so familiar, so tempting, that even his stomach was rumbling... until drool dripped onto the grass under the tree, and
the music of the zither leaped joyfully.

Huang Yaoshi was passing by a manor when he felt a little hungry. This place was not bad, with a charming patch of red willows.
A group of with a commotion, shoving a young man who was tied up. The young man was about the same age as Huang Yaoshi, quite tall, but a bit thin, with a sallow complexion and
scars on his bare upper body. He also had that endearing stubbornness on his face. What's going on? Huang Yaoshi went over to investigate. The young man was hanging from a
branch , his head still stubbornly held high. "Chen Xuan, why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror! You think you can just show your face at our Red Willow Manor?" A
man dressed in a brocade robe different from the other servants pointed a riding crop at the young man. The young man's name was Chen Xuan, a fine name. Chen Xuan's gaze fell upon the manor's gate, a deep affection...
Alas. Another group of people emerged from Red Willow Manor, carrying a woman. Soon, the woman was also hoisted up. "Ruohua, just bear with it a little longer, we'll
be together ." Chen Xuan wept. The woman struggled to lift her head, trying hard to endure the pain. She was also covered in wounds, but she still managed a gentle smile. "
You two scoundrels! Beat this thief!" "Don't hit him! Hit me instead!" The woman looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, slender, delicate, and quite pretty,
but dark-skinned... "His Majesty is back!" The palace became lively. Liu Ying was practicing martial arts in the Imperial Garden. Actually, she didn't like practicing martial arts, but she knew Duan Zhixing loved it,
so she practiced too. She never thought about how far she could go; she just wanted His Majesty to treat her well, and this trick worked. Soon, Duan Zhixing's very light footsteps
approached , and then, Duan Zhixing's not-so-tall but strong figure appeared at the moon gate, smiling. Liu Ying blushed. He was looking at
his own body, which was dancing according to his will. Duan Zhixing didn't think Liu Ying's martial arts skills were particularly good, but he still enjoyed watching her. She was tall and graceful.
She originally loved to dance, and her waist was so flexible it seemed boneless. Now that she practiced martial arts, her gracefulness had been enhanced with a touch of agility. It was wonderful; her beautiful limbs
seemed even more energetic during practice, and she seemed more vibrant. "That's not right, your palm should go through here..." Duan Zhixing walked over and leaned against Liu
Ying's back, his lower abdomen pressed against her firm, elastic buttocks. Perhaps due to her regular exercise, Liu Ying's buttocks were very firm. Duan Zhixing
liked the smoothness without any excess fat, and he also liked the endless charm in Liu Ying's eyes when she was in his arms... Ouyang Feng fixed his gaze on Lin Chaoying.
He knew Lin Chaoying was a dangerous opponent; her Qinggong Sword was dangerous, or perhaps she herself didn't know that her Qinggong Sword had
the potential . Ouyang Feng was patient, following along. He needed to find a suitable opportunity. A direct confrontation might be possible, but subduing Lin Chaoying was
practically impossible. Victory and subduing were completely different concepts. Victory only required skillful moves or greater internal strength; subduing was even more difficult than killing. He couldn't
alert her a single, decisive strike. Even if he could subdue her, getting her to reveal the secrets of her martial arts would be difficult. Ouyang Feng gazed at Lin Chaoying's
retreating figure; she was so beautiful, the most beautiful and radiant woman he had ever seen. He couldn't bear to use his usual methods on her.
Slightly tempted, Ouyang Feng quickly abandoned his pity. Being the best in the world was important. Perhaps even more beautiful women awaited him. Pity was his enemy,
Ouyang Feng. Once the goal was set, it had to be achieved. Had he forgotten his promise to himself? She would submit. Making a woman submit was more exciting, more
fulfilling, more satisfying than cherishing her. Without a sense of accomplishment, what was the meaning of life? Ouyang Feng's mind flashed to his sister-in-law, drenched in sweat, writhing and pleading beneath him—
that was stimulation, that was satisfaction! Lin Chaoying, I won't let you go!

Lin Chaoying was lost in her own thoughts, completely unaware of Ouyang Feng's following. Already the best in the world, already possessing the miraculous Nine Yin Manual
, there was little hope of resisting the Jin. Wang Chongyang, what more do you want?

Wang Chongyang stood behind Zhou Botong, carefully rubbing his back. Zhou Botong loved it when his senior brother rubbed his back; as he rubbed, his brother would eventually touch his buttocks.
Zhou Botong loved the gentle touch of his senior brother on his buttocks, and he loved the sensation.
He bent over, obediently opening his legs and spreading his buttocks. Wang Chongyang had already sensed it. He lowered his head and began licking from the tailbone with his lips and tongue, gently teasing it with his beard. His hands gently parted Zhou Botong's buttocks,
feeling the powerful muscles writhing. His anus was open before his eyes. He relaxed, enjoying the gentle caress. His senior brother was the best person; he taught him martial arts,
played with him, and brought him this most comfortable pleasure. Zhou Botong breathed heavily. Wang Chongyang's breathing quickened. He used his wet tongue to lick back and forth
the folds of flesh around Zhou Botong's anus. This was Zhou Botong's cleanest spot; he didn't like bathing, but he insisted on washing his buttocks, especially after defecating. The thought of the sticky,
warm poop gushing out from this loose, yet incredibly powerful little hole excited Wang Chongyang. He continued licking,
probing the anus with his tongue tip, and immediately received a response. The sphincter muscles twitched and sucked, creating a strange suction. Zhou Botong's waist twisted, his penis
trembled groaned comfortably. Wang Chongyang reached out and grasped Zhou Botong's soft scrotum, gently caressing the testicles inside, and began to knead Zhou Botong's penis.
At this moment, the penis was not erect, soft, and elastic; it would gradually warm up in his hand. Gradually, things changed, and Wang Chongyang became fascinated by these changes. He
felt himself becoming erect and was ready to explore pleasure. So he smeared as much saliva as possible inside, lubricating his anus and rectum until they were smooth. His tongue felt numb and slightly bitter as it was gripped by the
powerful sphincter muscles. Everything was incredibly tempting… Amidst Zhou Botong’s joyful howl, Wang Chongyang was satisfied. He
ejaculated with pleasure, not leaving Zhou Botong. Wang Chongyang convulsed, experiencing the massage of the sphincter muscles on his penis, feeling the surging pleasure of the hot fluid, and
the shivering and exhaustion after every drop was gone… “Did you lose again?” Guided by the bench, Hong Qi finally arrived at the door of the bamboo house. Just as he had hoped, the fragrant
dishes were waiting for him there. The humiliation he had just suffered vanished into thin air. Feng Heng’s voice came from inside the bamboo house, chuckling. Hong Qi was used to it
and willing to make Feng Heng happy, even pretending to be unlucky to cheer her up. He didn't need to pretend most of the time, but as his martial arts skills improved and his experience
grew, his once-not-so-bright mind seemed to have clicked. Hong Qi knew that after the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, he would only be able to use pretense to please Feng Heng,
but he was willing, truly willing. "There are plenty of heroes in the world. I never wanted to be the best. Losing is losing, little sister, I'm going to eat now,"
Feng Heng smiled and coughed. Hong Qi felt a pang of heartache. This was when she was four years old; he had taken her to bathe in the river, and she had choked on the saliva, a condition that had never healed, and she
had never gained weight. "Then where are you going?" "I…" Hong Qi didn't answer, diligently stuffing the delicious food into his mouth. "Did you find it?"
Hong Qi was stunned. She was so clever; she knew what others were going to do. She clearly knew that his participation in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament was to find her the most
outstanding , because the most capable people would all appear at Mount Hua. "I guess I found it." Hong Qi reached into her robes
and pulled out a bundle wrapped in layers from the innermost pocket of her undergarment. Unwrapping it, she took out a fragrant green pill. "This Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill is a good thing."

"Why did they do this?" Huang Yaoshi sat down, looking at Chen Xuan and the woman named Ruohua kneeling at his feet. Although she was young, her attire clearly indicated she was
a woman. He had originally only intended to watch the spectacle, but the sincerity of the two women's willingness to die together touched Huang Yaoshi's heart. He was ruthless in killing, almost
greedy , but he also cherished true feelings. It was a very old-fashioned story: Chen Xuan and Mei Ruohua were childhood sweethearts, already engaged. Although both families lived in poverty, they...
I hope they can be happy. Chen Xuan went to work in another place to make a living. Mei Ruohua was spotted by Qiu Hu, the owner of Hongliu Manor
, while at the market. Qiu Hu forced, threatened, and bribed Mei Ruohua into becoming a concubine of Hongliu Manor. So Chen Xuan rushed back and fought Qiu Hu to the death. It's very simple, and it always happens here and there.
Huang Yaoshi took out some silver and gave it to the poor young couple. He didn't intend to interfere anymore. How pitiful they were was because they lacked ability. Such things happened a lot.

"Let me see how much you've improved?" Duan Zhixing pulled Liu Ying into the west warm pavilion where Liu Ying lived. The maidservant serving nearby tactfully withdrew.
Duan Zhixing really wanted to sit on the bed, then lay down, looking at Liu Ying's beautiful face as she knelt in front of the bed to take off his boots. Liu Ying's eyelids were lowered, and the trembling of her eyelashes gave her
a radiance. Her movements were very gentle and soft, even the kneading of her ankles was just right. Duan Zhixing was very satisfied and also very impulsive. Liu Ying looked at the foot displayed
before her It had a sour, foul smell, but she was used to it. Even the emperor's dry feet must be a delicacy to a concubine. There was long
, dark hair on the big toe and the instep, not much, but it was still quite thick. She was used to that too; hairy men were considered strong. Now
, Liu Ying was starting to like Duan Zhixing's dark hair. She glanced shyly at the middle of his trousers, where it was even thicker and more intimidating. It was already erect. Duan Zhixing wasn't tall, not even considered tall for a southerner,
but … Liu Ying lowered her head, her heart racing with longing. She had gone from an innocent young girl to someone who craved a man's body in such a short
time. It wouldn't be long. Liu Ying felt her face burning, not from shyness, but from anticipation of the impending torment. This anticipation made her whole body itch. She
gently massaged the soles of the feet in front of her, feeling their movement, and sucked on the toes. This was Duan Zhixing's favorite way, his aphrodisiac. She
no longer felt dirty or disliked the taste; the sweat was acidic, and there was the saliva and the dirt wiped off by sucking... Duan Zhixing hummed comfortably, enjoying
it immensely. For this reason, Duan Zhixing insisted on not bathing. He had returned from the dry north covered in mud, and he wanted the concubines to clean him with their mouths.
He was very proud of his idea... He really hadn't bathed! He wanted to clean him himself. The taste in his mouth was strange, and so was his mood. Liu Ying pulled down Duan Zhixing's
pants. His legs were covered in thick, dark hair, forming a peak below his abdomen. The hair there was long, coarse, and glossy, exuding a strong,
lingering surrounding Duan Zhixing's proud member. Standing there, imposing and majestic, the foreskin slightly parted, revealing
a corner of the bright red glans. His scrotum was still wrinkled like an old man's face, but it would soon become smooth and shiny like a child's. Liu Ying was patient, knowing that
nothing could be overlooked. First, she gently grasped it, then pressed her lips to it, tightening and enveloping the glans. Using only the strength of her lips, she
gently peeled back the greasy foreskin, allowing the burning glans to enter her mouth. She tilted it slightly to the side, so the glans was against her. Otherwise, when men are aroused,
they forcefully thrust in, disregarding the woman's feelings, even resorting to pulling her hair to force it in—the feeling of having it pushed right down her throat is unpleasant. Then, she teased the glans with
her delicate tongue, focusing on the most sensitive spot at the urethral opening. But she couldn't be too unrestrained, or the consequences of premature ejaculation would be dire. The taste of semen
wasn't bad, just a bit fishy and sticky, but generally acceptable. The main problem was that offending the man's power would be disastrous. Men all hoped to last a long time,
but actually, lasting a long time didn't really matter. Eventually, it would become a boring, tedious act, just a physical task. As long as they could last until orgasm, that was enough. Men never
understood this , thinking that lasting a long time was a symbol of prowess and could satisfy their vanity. They didn't realize that when women saw a man ejaculate on them,
the stimulation was just as intense. Liu Ying gently and meticulously combed Duan Zhixing's restless penis, stroking his body. The mud balls rubbing off his skin were a bit
of a downer, but Duan Zhixing was groaning comfortably, so Liu Ying couldn't stop. While rubbing off the mud, she playfully played with Duan Zhixing's thick hair
, sometimes even pulling out the fine hairs while rubbing off the mud, causing Duan Zhixing to howl. This trick couldn't be too frequent; pain could quell the swelling passion,
but men usually hate pain, and they would get angry over it, and that violence was frightening. He was excited and sweating, so there were even more mud balls. Liu Ying suddenly didn't
hate the dirt anymore; she found it exciting. Were men made of mud? But her cheeks, which she had been trying so hard to keep warm, were now a little sore… Duan Zhixing laid Liu Ying down on the bed. She was
already naked, her fair skin smooth and radiant. She was thin, bony, with small breasts, like an immature young girl. Her nipples were even more delicate,
with almost no areolas, clean and fragile. Duan Zhixing liked this; the feeling of ravaging her was stronger. To ravage the weak to show his own power—
perhaps everyone has this impulse. Duan Zhixing loved watching Liu Ying writhe and moan. Liu Ying's body was very soft, almost able to be molded into any shape she desired. Duan Zhixing
liked to push Liu Ying to her limits. He spread her legs to a terrifying degree, and seeing Liu Ying's face flushed red, with an expression of painful resistance, Duan Zhixing
became even more excited. Her fully opened vulva tightened and blossomed. With the restless twisting of her thigh muscles, her vulva seemed full of life. How wonderful! Liu Ying's mons pubis
was like a young girl's, with sparse pubic hair that didn't spread. Her entire vulva was smooth and delicate, evoking a sense of
tenderness. Unlike the pinkish-white of her thighs, it had darkened, and the labia majora were even darker. When they opened, they revealed the tender, fleshy red clitoris inside, wriggling—a source of pleasure. Duan Zhixing no longer hesitated.
The journey to orgasm was about to begin. He pushed his penis up; it was slippery. It slid open on the first try, gliding over the entire cleft. Liu Ying's
body trembled uneasily. Watching his glans enter that tender flesh was even more exhilarating than the pleasure it brought. He thrust it in. Oh! So pleasurable! Now all that was
left was to feel. He had to pay attention to every expression on Liu Ying's face, to touch the most vulnerable nerve endings, and fully savor the pleasure.
Her Don't rush, you have plenty of strength… She was so good!

Night fell, and Lin Chaoying entered a dilapidated temple. Perhaps it was time to rest. Ouyang Feng was pleased. He climbed a large tree next to the dilapidated temple, from which
he could see the situation inside. Ouyang Feng was satisfied. She was starting a fire. She had taken off her Qinggong sword. She sat by the fire, drew the sword,
placed it on her lap, and strummed the gleaming sword with her fingers, playing a very mournful tune. Was she grieving? Ouyang Feng felt a pang of sympathy for her
. Patience was key. There was still a long time before she fell asleep. What if she did?

A rustling sound woke Lin Chaoying. The sound was a terrifying sound from the darkness. She was surrounded by snakes, not just surrounded, but completely covered
. Looking at the writhing, foul-smelling lines in the firelight, their cold eyes entwined around her legs, sending chills down her spine.
Lin Chaoying broke out in a cold sweat. Where did all these snakes come from? His heart ached, his vision blurred, and he teetered on the brink of collapse. Driven by fear, Wu...
High skill doesn't mean a girl isn't afraid of snakes, and chivalry doesn't mean Lin Chaoying isn't a healthy girl. If you want to cry, just cry. Crying can alleviate some of the
fear and nausea, and even letting out a scream… Ouyang Feng suddenly felt himself trembling, a tremor of excitement. Seeing a high and mighty, almost ethereal girl
so vulnerable, Ouyang Feng was enveloped by a strange pleasure, almost going mad with excitement.

Even unconscious, Lin Chaoying maintained her composure. At that moment, the valiant heroine was gone; she was a gentle and elegant sleeping beauty,
though her face was somewhat pale from fright. Ouyang Feng didn't care about the snakes; he had summoned them. He liked snakes, their composure and precision.
Amidst the slithering of the snakes, Ouyang Feng approached Lin Chaoying, removed the Qinggong sword, placing it far away. He removed the snakes coiled around Lin Chaoying
and then gazed at her face. Under the moonlight, she seemed pure and untouched by any dust. Her eyebrows were truly beautiful—thick, black, and long, not curved, but slanted towards
her temples, the source of her heroic spirit. In truth, she was always that kind of spirited girl, radiating a dazzling, captivating aura from her very skin. But now, however, she exuded a serene, relaxed, submissive, and domineering presence. Ouyang Feng felt wonderful, exceptionally wonderful. He wanted to conquer her and make her Ouyang Feng's woman! Ouyang Feng gently removed Lin Chaoying's handkerchief. Her soft, flowing hair cascaded down, releasing a delicate fragrance. He lightly brushed it aside ; her forehead was full, her nose straight and delicate, the nostrils slightly flared as if she were asleep. Her lips, always proudly pursed, were now relaxed, moist and alluring, stirring a desire to kiss her. Ouyang Feng struggled to control himself, gently stroking her soft, rosy lips with his fingers. How wonderful, how warm and tender! Her chin was so supple, her neck slender and elegant, her skin translucent and radiant. In the moonlight, the bright sheen and mysterious shadows intertwined, creating a strange and alluring effect. Ouyang Feng felt himself increasingly unable to control himself. She was so charming, so beautiful. How soft and warm were her full breasts? What kind of pleasure would those long legs bring? You can't let your desires control you; you have important things to do! Ouyang Feng reminded himself, trying to calm himself down. He needed to subdue her now, and even if she woke up, he wanted to make sure she was completely powerless to resist. 　　"Is this called 'Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill'?" Hong Qi heard Feng Heng's voice sound a little strange. His stomach was full, his cravings were satisfied, and it was time to chat. What was she doing? Why wasn't she coming out? But Hong Qi didn't care much; Feng Heng was always like this. "It's from a friend. His name is Pharmacist. This pill is quite good; it makes you feel very comfortable." "Are you two close?" "We just met. We were all fighting at the summit of Mount Hua, and after a fierce battle, he gave each of us two pills. I thought it was good, so I brought one back for you." "Then he must be a very charismatic person, right? Even a pill has such a nice name." "A pretty boy , a bit educated, doesn't like to talk, always has his eyes on the top of his head, makes you feel suffocated. His martial arts are not bad; he's someone to be reckoned with." Feng Heng fell silent and played a very different tune. Hong Qi was stunned. Although he had watched her grow up, she now seemed increasingly distant. Was she drifting further and further away from him? 　　Huang Yaoshi was furious. He couldn't tolerate offenses, whether direct or indirect! "You, you, who are you?" Qiu Hu stared in despair at the handsome young man shrouded in a chilling aura of killing intent. Life was slowly slipping away from his body. Red Willow Manor was destroyed. Huang Yaoshi ignored Qiu Hu and turned his attention to the dying Mei Ruohua. What kind of torture had she endured? Her body was a pitiful sight. "Quickly save Xuan-ge!" Mei Ruohua knew she was dying and hoped Chen Xuan could live. He had been beaten until his skin was torn and bleeding, slowly dying in the cesspool in the backyard. This happened after Huang Yaoshi left . The Chen and Mei families vanished. If Huang Yaoshi hadn't stayed so long, Chen Xuan and Mei Ruohua would have also left their beloved world in humiliation. " Don't worry, you will all live well." Huang Yaoshi tried his best to comfort Mei Ruohua with his gentlest words, noticing that Mei Ruohua's gaze had hardened. 　　When Lin Chaoying woke up, she felt that her limbs were numb. She could move them, but very slightly; even moving her little finger seemed to require a lot of effort. The slippery feeling on her body was gone, as if she had left the snake swarm. Her calves and shoulders were still burning with pain, probably from the paralysis caused by the snake venom . Lin Chaoying opened her eyes and saw a man squatting beside her, a very handsome man, very fair-skinned and burly, with a face like the purest Red Boy, but his eyes were dark. He was dangerous; he was Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison! What was he doing here? Seeing Lin Chaoying awaken, Ouyang Feng noticed her eyes were only momentarily dazed before focusing on his face. She had recovered, even though her body probably couldn't, she had instantly returned to the aloof, chivalrous Lin Chaoying The inherent qualities of a person are captivating, unchangeable, and Ouyang Feng felt his tender infatuation rekindle. "The Mount Hua Sword Tournament is over, Ouyang Feng, are you still thinking about the Nine Yin Manual?" Even her mind had recovered quickly. But she was wrong; it was you she was thinking about. Ouyang Feng gazed at Lin Chaoying, who was probing his thoughts, and smiled slightly. "So, you're going to use me to coerce Wang Chongyang? Let me tell you, I have no relation to Wang Chongyang." Ouyang Feng didn't answer. "What do you want?" Lin Chaoying sensed a burning passion in his seemingly calm gaze, which made her flustered, and she instinctively shrank back. "In your heart, am I really that bad?" "You haven't done anything really bad, but I know you would do a lot." " Why?" "Because you're the kind of person who would stop at nothing to achieve your goals." "Is that so?" "Your eyes tell me you're always struggling with desire, wanting more of what you've gained." "I see!" Ouyang Feng was surprised that Lin Chaoying knew him after only two meetings. This excited him, but also saddened him. He had indeed considered taking her back to White Camel Mountain to stay with her forever, but that seemed impossible. A cold feeling rose in his heart. So, destroy her. Death was simple. He would take away her pride, her purity, her dignity, and make her wish she were dead. "What are you going to do to me?" Lin Chaoying was suddenly startled by Ouyang Feng's gaze. All sorts of bad thoughts raced through her mind. She shouldn't have provoked him. "I want your martial arts secrets, your 'Pure Heart Sword Technique,' your 'Primordial Qi Gong.'" "So you're going to deal with Wang Chongyang?" "You're so smart, there's nothing you don't know." "Dream on!" "You know , you should know the consequences of disobeying." Lin Chaoying bit her lip, closed her eyes. Wang Chongyang, do you know, now I'm going to give up everything for you . 　　Ouyang Feng looked at the stubborn Lin Chaoying, reached out and held her chin, feeling her soft, tender skin, the pulse of blood flowing through her, the trembling from tension. "If you don't talk, I'll strip you naked." "You beast!" "Are you expecting a man to strip you naked? You're twenty-one, mature, it's time to think about men ..." Seeing Lin Chaoying tremble, Ouyang Feng felt satisfied, his whole body trembling with excitement. Now he hoped she would continue to resist, that would bring him pleasure.

There was one reason. "...A girl's chastity is more important than the martial arts you're already familiar with. Actually, it's not that important. Women are only happy
when they're . Chastity is just for attracting men." "Don't touch me with your filthy hands! You, you're disgusting!" Lin Chaoying was truly terrified,
more terrified than being surrounded by snakes. Her body had never been touched by a man before, and now someone was touching her. "You see, I'm very perceptive. Do you know how familiar I am with a woman's body? Do you know
that I actually want you? Do you want to know what it's like to be with me?" Ouyang Feng trembled violently, stimulated by Lin Chaoying's panic. He began to touch Lin Chaoying's
neck , using his fingers to lift her collar, reaching inside to touch her smooth collarbone, her delicate shoulders, the warmth of her body, the smoothness of her skin, wishing this process could continue forever.
When the filthy hand slid into her collar, Lin Chaoying screamed with all her might. This was a normal reaction for a girl being violated, but she quickly calmed down. Now, she
could only endure. She didn't shout or cry, just calmly watched the increasingly excited Ouyang Feng. Ouyang Feng felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, chilling him to
the bone. His erect penis, once erect, lost its luster and instead became enraged. His manly dignity had been challenged, and that was unacceptable! He reached inside, through
her underwear , and grasped her soft, full breasts, twisting them forcefully. He saw Lin Chaoying's face turn bright red, her lips twitching incessantly. She was resisting; she was in pain!
Ouyang Feng chuckled, released his grip, and then gently kneaded them. So tender! That elasticity and softness formed Lin Chaoying's essence—healthy, vibrant, beautiful, and
stubborn. The soft, tender texture in his hands was a treasure, a rare gem. Ouyang Feng felt a surge of urgency and abruptly tore open Lin Chaoying's clothes, pulling them apart
. Her snow-white skin was almost dazzling, trembling slightly. A fine Shu brocade bodice still covered her heaving breasts, intricately
embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks nestled together. Her chest rose and fell—perhaps from anger? Ouyang Feng, panting heavily, looked into Lin Chaoying's teary phoenix eyes. There was
anger . She bit her lip tightly, but her cheeks twitched. This playful interaction was incredibly arousing; Ouyang Feng felt his penis harden again.
"Speak, or else..." The rest was self-explanatory. "You're despicable!" "I'm not only despicable, but also cruel!" Ouyang Feng patiently unbuttoned her
beautiful bodice, revealing two jade-like breasts, their allure captivating. He tried his best to suppress his racing heart, which was about to burst. Ouyang Feng's gaze
was fixed on her heaving breasts, drawn to the two alluring amber nipples. Her snow-white skin was flushed from the earlier grasp, making her delicate
nipples even more vibrant, undulating with her breath, their hazy glow mingling with her rounded belly and alluring navel. Unable to resist, Ouyang Feng climbed
onto Lin Chaoying, biting her left breast and grabbing her right, kneading it vigorously. With his empty hands, he eagerly pulled down Lin Chaoying's pants. Her struggles were like an aphrodisiac;
Lin Chaoying's struggles were too weak, almost like responses. Ouyang Feng went even crazier… "You're not human!" Faced with the violation and powerless to resist, the virgin's body
trembled wildly. Lin Chaoying could no longer contain her panic, her anxieties, her shame, and her unprecedented grievances. She cried, mainly wanting to submit.
It was a humiliating sense of defeat. She had always been proud, and this sense of defeat was unbearable. Panic and fear weren't so bothersome. Lin Chaoying didn't want to betray
herself, didn't want to betray Wang Chongyang, but she was about to collapse. Who would save her?! She tried her best to stay calm, but her hope was dwindling. Her pants
had been pulled down to her knees, completely exposed to Ouyang Feng's grasp. His hands so ruthlessly pried open her delicate virgin labia, so brutally ravaging
her tender parts. Her whole body was in chaos; she forgot to submit, only trembling and screaming desperately remained… Ouyang Feng calmed down a bit,
a little smug. Even Lin Chaoying, faced with losing her virginity, reacted no differently than any other young girl: panic, fear, and helplessness.
Ouyang Feng stopped all movement, panting as he looked at the panicked Lin Chaoying. "Have you thought it through? Otherwise, it'll be too late to undo it." "You're a devil!"
Lin Chaoying felt extremely angry. That strange feeling was spreading through her body, which was still moving forward due to inertia. Her body, deprived of tender caresses, suddenly felt an utter
emptiness. This cessation was more painful than continuing the violation; it was a deep-seated torment. She desperately wanted to be forced to finish this, both to fulfill her unyielding
desire and to at least have some closure, even if it meant death. It's not a big deal if it falls out. Besides, I can clearly feel my body changing. When
I accept the man's coercion, I experience the urges I've had countless times in my dreams. My body is burning hot, my breasts are swelling as they are being vigorously rubbed, that
strange tingling and numbness, that soaring itch, and the increasingly intense tingling in my lower body. I'm constantly leaking something—humiliation? Sexual turmoil?
It's all so intense, but I can't hide that anticipation, I can't deceive myself. My body is telling me this, even though this anticipation makes me almost want to die right now.
Lin Chaoying looked at Ouyang Feng, swallowing hard, her saliva dry. Ouyang Feng nodded, reached out, and took off his clothes in front of Lin Chaoying's gaze. Lin Chaoying immediately
closed her eyes; it was the first time she had ever seen a man's body… Ouyang Feng was patient. Although he was also burning with desire, he was, after all, a seasoned veteran. He wasn't in a hurry
to vent his lust; he wanted to savor everything about a virgin losing her virginity. He pulled down Lin Chaoying's pants, spread her legs as wide as possible. Her legs were white,
shapely, rounded, and strong, with excellent flexibility, allowing for a very wide spread. Her calves were slender and agile, her feet soft and exquisite. Ouyang
Feng simply put his favorite toes in his mouth and gently bit them. Her body began to writhe, her feet covered in… Her pubic area, covered in soft, glossy pubic hair, was fully open. The vulva of a virgin,
untouched by human touch, was delicate, pure, and free of pigmentation. It was as lovely as jade. Her tender labia majora, after receiving delicate caresses,
opened, the clitoris trembled, and the blooming petals writhed, like a small mouth beckoning. The fully moistened vaginal opening was slightly parted, revealing a tiny hole.
From the condition of her pubic hair and vagina, Ouyang Feng knew that Lin Chaoying was actually a girl with a very strong sex drive. He wanted her to struggle in the ignited physical response, which would be even more
stimulating . Therefore, he couldn't rush into penetration. He should wait. Ouyang Feng rubbed his thick, proud penis back and forth against her vulva, occasionally
feigning penetration by pressing the glans against the vaginal opening, then pulling away to rub against her engorged clitoris, savoring the strange thrill he had created… This useless body, while being
violated , was becoming increasingly clamorous. Lin Chaoying felt she was about to collapse. She regretted her weakness, but cried uncontrollably. Each time
the moment approached, she would involuntarily convulse, unsure whether it was fear or anticipation. He knew women's bodies too well, understood their needs too well, was too
torturous , too patient. Lin Chaoying was now blank, only her body's sensations were controlling her. Pleasure began to take over, all the bad
emotions were disappearing in the tingling numbness, and she no longer felt humiliated or bewildered… The moment came. The thick glans squeezed into the vaginal opening, spreading it open, grinding directly against her vulva.
With only the last layer of membrane remaining, the resistance was weak. Now it all depended on his determination. The tingling sensation was also a wonderful part, along with the tension and palpitations.
Lin Chaoying suddenly relaxed. From girl to woman, this was it. But she didn't think much about it; she just felt very tired and wanted to relax, wanted him to break through that membrane.
What would it be like then? Would it hurt? Or would it be more direct pleasure? "What are you doing?!" Lin Chaoying wanted to shout. This answer shouldn't be delayed too long! ...
Ouyang Feng ground against her little by little, the glans itching. That comfort was pleasurable. Enjoying this pleasure, and the changes in Lin Chaoying's tension and relaxation, how
wonderful! Suddenly, he reached out and pinched Lin Chaoying's inner thigh hard. Her body, caught off guard, jerked, and she broke through! Lin Chaoying's scream shattered the silence of the night,
attracting the curiosity of the snakes... The pain was much milder than the legends, but she was still bleeding. She could clearly feel herself bleeding, though not heavily.
The bleeding brought a slight coolness to her swollen and uncomfortable body, but the subsequent thrusts gradually produced increasingly intense pleasure. Pain was just an occasional
spice. Each insertion produced an irresistible soreness and pain because it was a place that had never been touched before, being stretched open, broken through, and rubbed until it ached,
going deeper and deeper, until it reached the place that made something inside her twitch. Then the sensations inside and outside mingled. He continued to enter,
filled with fear. Would he be pierced through? Would his terrifying thing come out of his throat? It was possible, because his throat
was indeed reacting incessantly. He must have stabbed her heart, because her heartbeat was completely unpredictable, a feeling she hadn't even experienced when she was in a state of demonic possession. And
her body was completely out of her control, trembling violently. Had all her hair fallen out? It felt like it! But all of this was an indescribable
comfort, an unprecedented stimulation, a wave of panic, finally reaching that peak where his mind was completely hazy. He was now utterly confused, completely
out of control. "How was it?" Ouyang Feng panted. His inner strength was profound, and the fatigue from ejaculation recovered quickly. He was reluctant to leave Lin Chaoying's body. He had
rarely experienced such pleasure from a woman's body recently. The feeling of being gripped tightly by her winding vagina was wonderful. The muscles at the entrance of her vagina were very strong,
as if they wanted to cut off his penis. That writhing was the source of orgasm, the essence of pleasure, and there was also the strong suction from the cervix. A good woman, a wonderful woman!
Lin Chaoying lay on her side, ignoring Ouyang Feng's continued teasing. The afterglow of her orgasm still lingered, though her mind was beginning to clear. Lin Chaoying's heart was in turmoil.
After the intense climax, her physical vitality had recovered considerably, but her internal energy remained completely gone—the most terrifying thing for a diligently trained expert
… "Did you achieve your goal?" Lin Chaoying pulled away from Ouyang Feng's caresses, seeing the swarm of snakes in the distance. A wave of tension washed over her, but she tried her best to calm herself.
She curled up, hugging her knees, using Ouyang Feng's clothes to cushion her bottom—it was still a bit chilly. Her opinion of Ouyang Feng had changed somewhat;
mainly because she hadn't expected him to be such a pleasurable man. The fundamentals hadn't changed, nor could they. Ouyang Feng simply lay down, pursed his lips, and gave a soft whistle.
Several snakes slid onto his body, moving nimbly. "Want to try? It's a very good massage." Lin Chaoying felt a chill run down her spine, nauseous.
She had merged with this snake-man! "If you don't want to try, then forget it. Have you thought it through? From now on, I'll treat you like this every time." It was indeed a tempting offer.
Lin Chaoying knew she was truly addicted to this pleasure, but Wang Chongyang was the one she was supposed to get pleasure from. Lin Chaoying wasn't used to being fickle.
This was rape; her heart was still with Wang Chongyang. Fear prevented her from giving in. Could temptation really make her give in? She couldn't let him take advantage of her.
Her manhood had been challenged; that was unacceptable! His hand reached inside, through her bra, and grabbed her soft, full breasts, twisting them hard.
Lin Chaoying 's face turned bright red, her lips twitching. She was resisting; she was in pain! Ouyang Feng chuckled, released his grip, and then gently kneaded her skin. So tender! The
elasticity and softness were Lin Chaoying's essence—healthy, vibrant, beautiful, and stubborn. The delicate texture in his hands was a treasure,
a rare gem. Ouyang Feng felt a surge of urgency and abruptly tore open Lin Chaoying's clothes, pulling them apart. Her snow-white skin was almost dazzling, trembling slightly
. A fine Shu brocade bodice concealed her heaving breasts, intricately embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks nestled together. Her chest rose and fell—
perhaps from anger? Ouyang Feng breathed heavily, looking into Lin Chaoying's teary phoenix eyes. There was no anger, only grievance, humiliation, or defiance. She bit her lip tightly, but her cheeks
twitched. This playful act was incredibly arousing; Ouyang Feng felt his penis harden again. "Speak, or else..." The rest was unnecessary; the implication was clear
. "You're despicable!" "I'm not only despicable, I'm cruel!" Ouyang Feng patiently unbuttoned the beautiful bodice, revealing two jade-like breasts, their beauty boundless and captivating
. He tried his best to suppress his pounding heart, which was about to burst forth. Ouyang Feng's gaze couldn't leave the heaving breasts, drawn to the two alluring
amber nipples . The snow-white skin was flushed from the earlier grasp, making the delicate nipples even more vibrant, undulating with each breath, their alluring glow
captivating. And then there was the rounded belly, the alluring navel... He couldn't resist any longer. Ouyang Feng climbed onto Lin Chaoying's body, biting down on her left breast, grabbing her right, and
kneading it vigorously... With his empty hands, he eagerly pulled down Lin Chaoying's pants. Her struggles were like an aphrodisiac; Lin Chaoying's struggles were too weak, almost like responses. Ouyang Feng went even
crazier… “You’re not human!” Faced with the violation and powerless to resist, the virgin’s body trembled wildly. Lin Chaoying could no longer contain her panic,
her anxieties, her shame, and her unprecedented grievances. She cried, mainly wanting to submit. It was a humiliating sense of defeat. She had always been proud
, and this sense of defeat was unbearable. Panic and fear weren’t so bothersome. Lin Chaoying didn’t want to betray herself, didn’t want to betray Wang Chongyang, but she was about to collapse.
Who would save her? She tried her best to stay calm, but her hope was dwindling. Her pants had been pulled down to her knees, completely exposed to Ouyang Feng's
grasp . His hands so ruthlessly pried open her delicate virgin labia, so brutally ravaging her tender parts. Her whole body was in chaos; she
forgot to submit, only trembling and screaming desperately remained… Ouyang Feng calmed down a bit, a little smug. Even Lin Chaoying, faced with losing her virginity,
reacted no differently than any other young girl: panic, fear, and helplessness. Ouyang Feng stopped all movement, panting as he looked at
the panicked Lin Chaoying. "Have you thought it through? Otherwise, it'll be too late to undo it." "You're a devil!" Lin Chaoying felt extremely angry. That strange
feeling was spreading through her body, which was still moving forward due to inertia. Her body, deprived of tender caresses, suddenly felt an utter emptiness. This cessation was more painful than continuing the violation; it was
a deep-seated torment. She desperately wanted to be forced to finish this, partly to fulfill her unyielding desire, and partly because it was all forced, but at least there would be some closure.
Even if I die, it doesn't matter. Besides, I can clearly feel my body changing. When I accept the man's coercion, I experience
the urges I've had countless times in my dreams. My body is burning hot, my breasts are swelling as they are being vigorously rubbed, that strange tingling and numbness, that soaring itch, and the increasingly intense
tingling in my lower body. I'm constantly leaking something—humiliation? Sexual intercourse? It's all so intense.

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