Fallen Petals

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The setting sun cast its last rays upon the western sky, painting the clouds crimson like blood. Amidst the mountain breeze, the crisp, delicate shouts of
the young woman echoed. This was atop a steep, beautiful peak amidst the lush greenery of Guilin, where a young woman in a flowing yellow dress gracefully danced with a sword.

It could be called a dance, yet it was more than that. The sword's movements were fluid and free, its silver gleam creating trails of light that seemed to paint shadows in the air, like white ribbons—beautiful indeed. Yet,
the whistling of the blade was sharp and menacing, adding a touch of strength to the graceful swordplay—the very essence of this exquisite technique.

Each time the sword's momentum shifted sharply, the young woman would let out a shout. She appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. Her large, bright, dark eyes, though earnest, still
held a touch of childishness. Her cherry-red lips were tightly closed, and her fair face, flushed with a few glistening beads of sweat, was delicately framed. Though slender,
her every movement accentuated the curves of her robes; a kick sent her skirts billowing, her posture even more graceful.

Beside her, a woman in white leaned elegantly against a pine tree, watching the young woman practice swordsmanship, a smile playing on her lips, a hint of approval on her beautiful face.

The young woman practiced a few more moves, thrusting, slashing, parrying, and pointing with her longsword. Suddenly, she swept it away, shouting, "Senior Sister Yang, watch out!" With a flick of her right arm, the longsword
flew like lightning, like a shooting star, its chilling light aimed directly at the white-clad woman's chest. A flash of white light followed, and the woman slightly shifted her body, dodging
the flying sword while simultaneously catching the hilt. The longsword froze in mid-air, its internal energy still surging on the blade, emitting a sharp, resounding clang.

The young girl wiped the sweat from her cheeks, her face beaming with excitement. She rushed over, calling out, "How was it? Senior Sister Yang, did it really work this time
?"

Seeing her eagerness, the young woman simply smiled and said calmly, "You've mastered about 30-40% of the 'Divine Mist Sword' technique, but your
flying sword skill with the final 'Long Smoke Vanishes' is lacking. Against a true master, I'm afraid it won't work..." The young girl cried out, "It worked! Of course it worked! Senior Sister Yang, with
your skill, of course you could catch it. There aren't many in the martial world with such ability!"

The girl wasn't trying to flatter her senior sister; it was simply what she knew. Speaking of the martial arts families of the South, no one dared to underestimate
the chivalrous women of Ruyu Peak in Guilin. This young girl was named Yan Lan, the junior sister of Yang Mingxue, the master of Ruyu Peak, and also the young woman in white.

Ruyu Peak has always only accepted female disciples, all of whom are virgins. This is due to its strict rules; female disciples begin their training at Ruyu Peak from a young age and cannot
easily leave until they have mastered their martial arts. Since there are no men on Ruyu Peak, the female disciples do not indulge in romantic relationships, allowing their skills to become more refined. Indeed, Ruyu Peak's martial arts are extraordinary; often, a seventeen or
eighteen-year-old girl can rival a thirty or forty-year-old master from another sect upon her debut. Yang Mingxue, traveling the martial world, even at the age of twenty four years ago, defeated
several senior figures renowned in the Jiangnan martial arts world for twenty or thirty years, making her famous throughout the land. Coupled with her outstanding beauty, her fame surpassed her reputation, and her name was already renowned throughout the martial world
. The name "Ruyu Peak" held an unshakeable position in the martial arts world.

Yan Lan, only seventeen years old, admired this senior sister the most and longed to master martial arts as soon as possible to travel the martial world. Two years ago, she began begging Yang Mingxue to allow
her to leave the mountain alone. Yang Mingxue, well aware of the dangers of the martial world and knowing that Yan Lan's skills were not yet fully developed, had always prevented her from leaving the peak alone.

In the past month, Yan Lan had completed learning all the skills of Ruyu Peak, and Yang Mingxue was currently assessing her abilities to see if she was ready to leave the mountain. Hearing Yan Lan's urgent tone
and expectant expression, her face flushed from sword practice, Yang Mingxue chuckled, "Not many people have this skill! Don't be fooled! If you really encounter someone, especially an adversary, one of them will be enough
for you!"

Yan Lan pouted, lowered her head, looking dejected, and whispered, "Then... it's still not going to work?"

Seeing her dejected expression, Yang Mingxue smiled and said, "It's going to work, it's going to work, why wouldn't it? When your senior sister left the mountain, it wasn't much different. If it weren't, my
little junior sister would be going crazy with worry. " "Alright. Here, take the sword. Go pack your things, and go down the mountain whenever you want!"

Yan Lan, upon hearing this, first looked up in surprise, blinked, then suddenly cheered loudly, took the long sword, tossed it aside, and hugged Yang Mingxue, laughing and jumping, exclaiming, "
Senior Sister Yang, I knew you were the best!" Yang Mingxue, hugging her, felt happy too, but also secretly found it amusing. She finally managed to calm her down, laughing
, "Alright, alright, don't get carried away. Going down the mountain is certainly allowed, but there are still some things I need to teach you."

※※※※※※ Several houses were built on the summit of Ruyu Peak. Yang Mingxue's generation consisted of six people, including her second disciple Fang Yingyue, who had two apprentices, both only eleven or twelve years old.
Including several other young maids, there were about ten people living on the summit. Yan Lan's five senior sisters had all completed their training, but four were not on the mountain at this time,
leaving only Yang Mingxue to supervise them.

As Yan Lan was about to leave, Yang Mingxue dismissed everyone else and spoke to her junior sister in the room, saying, "Lan, remember, single women like us
must be careful in every situation when traveling the martial world." Yan Lan smiled

and replied, "Yes, I know!" Yang Mingxue's expression turned solemn, and she said in a deep voice, "Don't take my words lightly. You say you know, but what do you know we should guard against? Tell
me ." Yan Lan pondered for a moment and said, "Of course, we should guard against villains and robbers, and also..." "I believe you can handle it, or at worst, you can escape using your light-footed skills. The people a girl should be most wary of are lecherous men."

Yan Lan asked, "Lecherous men, do you mean flower thieves?" Yang Mingxue replied, "Not entirely. Local bullies, bandits, even people from reputable sects
could be lecherous. Didn't your second senior sister teach you to read Mencius? Gaozi said, 'Food and sex are human nature.' Men's fondness for beauty is innate, not a bad thing.
But some people are too lustful and might use various means to assault women." Looking at Yan Lan, she added, "A beautiful
girl like you, Alan, is even more dangerous."

Yan Lan shrank back, her face slightly flushed, and said, "Senior Sister Yang, don't scare me! According to you, does that mean I have to be wary of every man?" Yang
Mingxue said, "Women also need to be wary! Men are afraid of you..." "It's possible he'll send his woman to deal with you, to make you lower your guard." Yan Lan gave a soft "oh,"
seemingly lost in thought , and then said, "But I still don't understand, Senior Sister Yang, what exactly does 'violation' mean?"

This question made Yang Mingxue a little embarrassed. She said, "How does 'violation' mean? Uh, well... for example, he might want to see your body, or even touch you, that's
one thing ." She paused, then added, "Alan, you know too little about the world. You'll understand these things slowly. The most important thing is, once you meet a man,
never let him do whatever he wants to you, and never easily lose your chastity."

Yan Lan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What is chastity?" This was another embarrassing question. Yang Mingxue blushed and said angrily, "Silly girl, you don't even know this?"
Yan Lan pouted and said, "I asked you all a long time ago, but the senior sisters all said I was too young and told me not to ask."

Yang Mingxue exhaled, thought for a moment, and then said, "Let me put it this way. Remember, a man's body is different from ours..." She pointed to her crotch
and whispered, "For us, this is a small hole, but for men, this is...it's something..." Yan Lan was very curious and asked, "What is it?"

Yang Mingxue suppressed her shyness, put on a stern face, and said, "Don't ask too many questions, just listen obediently." She clenched her left hand, extended her right index finger, and stuffed it into her left palm,
saying, "If it's like this, a man's thing..." "When the West inserts into a woman's vagina, that's 'coitus'..."

Although the wording was rather euphemistic, Yang Mingxue still blushed and said, "If a girl does this for the first time, a little blood will flow from her vagina; this is called
'fallen blood.' Once you see 'fallen blood,' the girl is no longer a virgin. Alan, this is a very important matter for a woman. Her virginity must be given to her husband. If she
has intercourse with a man other than her husband, then she has lost her chastity, understand?"

Yan Lan replied, "I understand!" In reality, she only vaguely understood. She asked again, "Senior Sister, will we only bleed once?" Yang Mingxue
replied, "Only once. After losing your virginity, there will be no more bleeding." Yan Lan said, "So, does that mean we can only have sex with our husbands?" Yang
Mingxue blushed and said, "That's true." She added, "But some women are forced into sex by men, resulting in the loss of their virginity. That's the most heinous form of violation. You must be careful
no matter what ."

Yan Lan laughed, "No problem. After all, the martial arts of Ruyu Peak are not just for show, right? If we really fight, I might not lose." Yang
Mingxue said, "It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. It's fine if they fight openly, but I'm afraid the other party is cunning and has other despicable methods. Alan, you are a truly terrifying lecher, even if you are skilled in martial arts
..." "Even if my skills aren't high, I still have the ability to deal with you. Do you know what it is?"

Seeing Yan Lan shake her head, Yang Mingxue's expression turned serious. She said, "The martial arts world is corrupt these days. There are always some busybodies who arbitrarily
rank the beautiful women in the martial arts world, such as the 'Four Beauties,' 'Ten Beauties,' and 'Four Beauties of Jiangnan.' Not only is it meaningless, but it also often makes these women vulnerable to the abuse of lecherous men.
It's truly despicable! These lecherous men are extremely despicable. If they can't win in a direct fight, they use drugs like sleeping potions and aphrodisiacs. You should know what sleeping potions are,
like sleeping pills. As for aphrodisiacs, they use the effects of drugs to confuse people's minds, making them want... want to do *that* kind of thing, thus rendering women powerless to resist, and then
they commit their crimes."

Yan Lan heard this . Yan Lan, quite puzzled, asked, "Senior Sister Yang, are those sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs really so difficult to guard against?"

Yang Mingxue replied, "Difficult to guard against? Not necessarily. Be careful with your food and drink at all times, lest someone drug you; that's the first point. Stay alert when you fall asleep, and if you smell
anything unusual, immediately identify its source to avoid poisonous gas or sleeping potions; that's the second point. If you fight with a lecherous man, once you win, immediately seal his acupoints or severely injure his
limbs to render him immobile; that's the third and most important point. I don't know how many female martial arts masters have drugged their opponents even when they had the upper hand."

Yan Lan asked, "How often does this happen?" Yang Mingxue replied, "Very often! Sometimes it's because the woman is careless or shows mercy, and ends up being poisoned instead. Let alone
women..." Men often encounter such situations too, but it's quite different. Generally, aphrodisiacs used by couples don't require intercourse; simply taking some cooling medicine
will naturally relieve the heat. Yan Lan asked curiously, "Oh, that's nothing."

Yang Mingxue said, "But some evil aphrodisiacs often require intercourse to neutralize their effects, and can even be fatal. If it's a woman, in a critical
moment , she can only ask a nearby man for help, and afterwards either have to submit to him or suffer heartbreak. It's different for men. After a woman neutralizes the effects, he might
gain a lover, thus gaining an advantage. In the martial arts world, this is the most incomprehensible thing for a woman, truly baffling!" At this point, Yang Mingxue
looked indignant and let out a strong sigh. After hearing

this, Yan Lan, though not yet down the mountain, seemed to deeply feel the dangers of the martial arts world and couldn't help but nod. Suddenly, she remembered something else and
asked, "Senior Sister Yang, how do you know so much?" Yang Mingxue replied, "I've gained a lot of experience in the martial world, so naturally I know." Yan Lan said, "Anecdotes and stories you've heard,
of course, but those about virginity and sexual intercourse, did you hear about them while traveling the martial world?"

Yang Mingxue was greatly embarrassed and said, "This, this is of course not..." Yan Lan asked curiously, "Then how did you hear them?" Yang Mingxue blushed deeply, put on a serious face again
, and said, "Master... Master told me before he passed away. Don't talk about these things all the time, it's embarrassing!" Yan Lan scratched her head, looking at her senior sister's face red to
her ears, and felt a little ashamed herself. She whispered, "Yes, I'm sorry."

This young girl tied her long sword, bid farewell to her senior sister, and went down the mountain alone, beginning her journey of wandering the martial world.

※※※※※※ At dawn, in the heart of West Lake, a painted boat drifted leisurely on the waves.

"Mmm, mmm... ahh..."

Intoxicating moans emanated from the pleasure boat's cabin, lingering in the thin mist over the lake. A young man sat at the bow, his face full of impatience,
shouting into the cabin, "Senior brother, do you know how long you've been doing this? Three hours! Can we go ashore yet? If we don't go ashore soon, I'm swimming away myself!"

"Ah, ah, ahh, ooh—"

The woman's moans suddenly became rapid, her breath coming in gasps. A man's voice said, "What's the rush? It'll be over soon. Hmm, this little brat
..."

The young man cursed under his breath, turning his head to look at the lake reflecting the morning light.

Soon, the woman's moans subsided, leaving only soft breathing in the cabin. A naked young man emerged, his
thick, red penis erect and reaching for the sky. He pulled up his trousers, laughing as he did so, "The girls of Mu Family Village are nothing special! What kind of prestigious martial arts family are they? Their bodies
are so weak. After a few dozen blows, they start screaming. They're really useless..."

The other young man, seemingly used to his smugness, casually exhaled and rolled his eyes, saying, "Yes, yes, under your 'Flower-Picking God' Jiang Zixiang,
no matter how chaste and virtuous a girl is, not one of them won't submit!"

The young man, Jiang Zixiang, laughed, "Junior brother, are you tired of hearing this, or is your envy turning into jealousy? Don't think of yourself as the 'Flower-Picking God'..." " Three words come so easily! Today you
've entered the martial world. If, within a year, you can earn the title of 'Flower Thief' or 'Lewd Demon,' making the girls in the martial world blush at the mere mention of your name,
then you'll be truly skilled!"

Tang An said, "What's so great about getting such a title? It'll just attract a whole lot more people chasing me." Jiang Zixiang shook his head and laughed, "That's even
better ! According to the usual practice in the martial world, six out of ten people dedicated to hunting down lecherous thieves are women, and most of them are quite beautiful. Do you remember what happened three years ago?"

Tang An raised his eyes again and said, "I remember, I remember, you've said it at least ten times! Four female warriors from Yangzhou's Mingyue Manor came to capture you, and in half a month, they all..."
"I'll make you completely obedient." Jiang Zixiang laughed, "That's right! When you've mastered it, you'll be able to play with a group of chivalrous young ladies, watching them beg you one by one,
vying to lick your treasures—that's the greatest pleasure in the world!"

Tang An remained silent, watching the pleasure boat gradually approach the shore, a sense of confusion rising in his heart. From a young age, he had been taken in as a disciple by the evil master Situ Bao, learning
a great deal of martial arts.
Situ Bao was a formidable martial artist, not only a ruthless killer but also a notorious lecher, a notorious lecher in the martial arts world. He was executed four years ago, leaving behind two disciples, one of whom, Jiang Zixiang, had deeply inherited Situ Bao's true teachings. Not only was his martial arts superb, but he was also particularly skilled in the bedroom arts passed down by his master, enough to control women without ejaculating, and to fight ten times in one night.
Since , he had raped countless women, earning him the title of "Flower-Picking God" in the underworld. Although admired by his "fellow practitioners," he was also a target of enmity, with enemies
all over the world.

Under the demands of his master and senior brothers, the young disciple Tang An also aimed to become a lecherous fiend, a goal he didn't desire. At only twenty, he had seen countless women
; most of the girls his master and senior brothers had violated had been shown to him naked, their positions during intercourse witnessed. He had been excited by this,
and under Situ Bao's instructions, he had penetrated a young girl. However, just as he was about to ejaculate, Situ Bao forbade him to. This was
a key point in Situ Bao's teachings of sexual techniques: ejaculation would deplete one's energy, making it impossible to have intercourse with multiple women consecutively.

This greatly distressed the impetuous young Tang An, forcibly suppressing the urge to ejaculate. He felt a heavy, hot urge in his lower body, filled with unreleased desire,
unable to understand why his master and senior brothers seemed to enjoy it.

From then on, Tang An lost interest in women. For him, possessing excellent martial arts skills and engaging in satisfying sparring
was far more interesting than grabbing women and wildly pleasuring them. Because of his dedicated practice, his martial arts skills gradually approached those of Jiang Zixiang, and he could now fight his senior brother for a hundred moves without being defeated.

One day, the two brothers were enjoying themselves on West Lake. Jiang Zixiang, as usual, brought along a few prey, indulging in debauchery on the lake, making lewd noises that kept Tang An awake all night.

Seeing his unpleasant expression, Jiang Zixiang felt very annoyed and said, "Junior brother, really, there are seven or eight girls on the boat. You
could just pick one and have some fun, which would kill a lot of time. Why do you always give me that sour look?"

Tang An waved his hand and said, "You do your thing, I'm not interested—ah, we're at shore."

The painted boat was still two zhang away from the shore when Tang An took a deep breath and leaped over, landing firmly on the ground. He turned around and called out, "Senior brother, I'm leaving!"

Jiang Zixiang was taken aback and said, "Leaving? Where are you going?"

Tang An said, "Just wandering around the city. You have fun, see you at the usual place this evening." With that, he started to walk away.

Jiang Zixiang frowned, about to scold him, when he suddenly heard a soft voice behind him: "Jiang...Master Jiang...I still want..."

He turned around and saw a young girl with hazy eyes, completely naked, her face flushed, covering her lower body, walking out unsteadily,
breathing . Jiang Zixiang smiled, ignoring Tang An, turned around and hugged the girl's waist, pressing her down onto the deck.

※※※※※※ "Go!"

With Yan Lan's sharp shout, sword light flashed, and three burly men simultaneously had flowers on their shoulders, their swords falling to the ground one by one. Before anyone could gasp in surprise, Yan Lan made a hand seal with
her left hand , striking the acupoints on the chests and abdomens of the three men. With muffled groans, the three men collapsed to the ground.

An elderly man with a white beard strode forward and shouted, "Excellent! Miss Yan's 'Radiant Light Sword' technique is divine! I admire it. If you can defeat
this ghost-headed saber in my hand, the entire shipment of silver from the Changxing Escort Agency in Hangzhou will be returned to you!" He swung his right hand, the saber whistling through the air with astonishing force.

Yan Lan's eyes brightened, and she smiled, "Really? I've been waiting for you to say that, Old Chief. I apologize for any offense!" She raised her longsword, and countless points of sword light rained down. The white-bearded
old man focused intently on the attack, and the two engaged in a fierce battle.

On the fifty-seventh move, the ghost-headed saber crashed heavily to the ground.

The head镖师 (chief镖师) of the Changxing Escort Agency, his face full of gratitude, escorted Yan Lan out of the agency's gate. Three months after descending the mountain, Yan Lan traveled from Guilin to Hangzhou,
intervening in numerous injustices along the way. Her most recent act was retrieving 300,000 taels of silver stolen from the Changxing Escort Agency. Despite her young age, she had already defeated several formidable
figures, including the old chieftain of Shima Village, Zhou, whom she faced during the silver recovery. Her reputation was gradually spreading throughout the martial arts world.

Initially, Yan Lan was quite embarrassed by the praise, but after hearing it several times, she couldn't help but feel a little smug. She knew her martial arts skills were still far inferior to her senior
sister, Yang Mingxue, but since her debut, she had faced numerous challenges. The initial trepidation she felt upon leaving the mountain was gone, replaced by confidence. Furthermore
, her beautiful appearance often attracted the attention of young men, who would even approach her, which was precisely what made her feel shy. However, after
Yang Mingxue's admonition, Yan Lan was extremely wary in this regard and hadn't suffered any losses; those who did were mostly those with ulterior motives.

That day, Yanlan left Changxing Escort Agency and wandered around Hangzhou for a while. At dusk, she found the largest inn in the city
to stay at. Upon entering, she asked the waiter for a room. The waiter said, "Miss, you've come at an inopportune time. All the single rooms are full; only double rooms are left." Yanlan said, "A room for two is fine too!"
The waiter said, "Of course, but it's a tael more expensive. Are you sure you want it?"

Yanlan had no choice. She checked her purse; she had enough silver, so she said, "Alright."

Just as the waiter was about to lead Yanlan upstairs, a man behind her suddenly called out, "Oh dear! A double room alone, how lonely! Miss,
how about I share the room with you? The price is no problem; I'll pay."

Yanlan and the waiter turned around. The man was a lecherous fellow, his eyes scanning Yanlan up and down with a strange smile. Yanlan glared at him, ignored him, and
turned to leave. The man followed her up the stairs, grinning broadly, and said, "What a pretty girl, with delicate skin, a nice chest, a nice waist..." As he spoke, he
reached out to touch Yanlan's buttocks.

Before he could even touch Yanlan's skirt, the man's vision went black as Yanlan turned around and kicked him in the face, sending him tumbling down the stairs. The man fell to
the ground, crying out in pain, "You woman, so fierce! How dare you hit your husband! Ouch, you've kicked him to death!"

Yan Lan's face flushed red, and she muttered, "Disgusting!" The waiter said with a smile, "Miss, please don't take it to heart. He's a local thug named
Liu Asan, always causing trouble. The shopkeeper will chase him away soon, and you'll be fine. If you get entangled with him, you'll suffer."

Yan Lan snorted, glanced around, and saw the shopkeeper had already come out. She shouted, "Go away! You scoundrel, don't cause trouble here, you're getting in our way!"
Liu Asan stood up, his face bruised and swollen, and sneered at the shopkeeper, saying, "You old geezer, what's with your ruthlessness? Hasn't your beautiful daughter been
taken away yet? Instead of going back to help your daughter prepare her dowry, you have time to meddle in my business?"

The innkeeper's face changed, and he angrily said, "You, what did you say..." He raised his hand as if to strike, but Liu Asan chuckled coldly and had already walked out of the inn.

Yan Lan, seeing this scene, was very suspicious and asked the waiter, "What happened to your innkeeper's daughter?" The waiter looked embarrassed and said, "Nothing,
it has nothing to do with you, young lady." Yan Lan thought to herself, "Judging from that scoundrel's words, it seems that the innkeeper's daughter has encountered some misfortune." Being a kind-hearted person, she
couldn't help but ask when she encountered something strange, so she immediately went downstairs to ask the innkeeper, "Innkeeper, what was that man talking about?"

The innkeeper hung his head dejectedly and said, "Alas, it's a long story!" Even so, under Yan Lan's persistent questioning, the innkeeper finally told her the reason. It turned out that the innkeeper's surname was
Chen, and he had a daughter who was sixteen years old and quite beautiful. A few days ago, a man stayed at the inn, saw Miss Chen, and made suggestive remarks.

The innkeeper tried to stop him, but the man sneered, "It's your good fortune to have caught my eye! But I have urgent business to attend to and don't have time to take her away now.
I'll be back in fifteen days to take her with me." With that, he left.

Before leaving, the man displayed his martial arts skills, slashing a square table diagonally into four neat pieces with two quick sword strokes. He even announced
his : Jiang Zixiang, the "Flower-Picking God"
known throughout Jiangnan. The innkeeper, fearing his daughter would truly be taken, sent her to relatives. Unable to abandon the inn, and worried that closing it would be too obvious and attract the attention of his henchmen, he remained in Hangzhou, anxiously awaiting the day.

Yan Lan was furious upon hearing this, exclaiming, "How can someone be so arrogant!" She thought to herself, "I've really run into a womanizer today. My senior sister repeatedly warned me to
be careful of this kind of person. But how
can I stand idly by?" She then asked, "Shopkeeper, how many days ago did this happen?" The shopkeeper replied, "Five days." Yan Lan said, "Hmm, so there are ten days left?" She patted her chest and said, "Alright, I'll stay here for ten days and resolve this matter for you!"

Tang An drank a cup of tea, watching the waiter lead Yan Lan upstairs again. He was eating in the guest area on the first floor, having witnessed the entire process, and relying on his
superior internal energy, he had overheard all the conversation. He was quite puzzled, thinking to himself, "What urgent matter did Senior Brother have five days ago? Strange, it's just an inn .
If Senior Brother wanted to kidnap the innkeeper's daughter, he wouldn't need to leave a warning. Could someone be impersonating Senior Brother? But the sword technique used to slash the table was
indeed move, 'Four Fields of Desolation.' Unless this imposter has seen the 'Xiao Ran Sword Technique,' otherwise... no, that's too far-fetched."

While Yan Lan hadn't even considered it, Tang An had already thought of a whole host of possibilities. He put down his empty teacup, briefly recalling Yan Lan's childish
yet help but chuckle, thinking, "This girl is younger than me, and seems quite naive. If she were to spar with my senior brother,
she'd probably be defeated in less than ten moves. She wouldn't even be able to save herself, let alone others."

Tang An had witnessed his senior brother's methods many times and knew Jiang Zixiang was a womanizer. Seeing Yan Lan's beauty, he knew that if she couldn't defeat Jiang Zixiang, she would surely lose her virginity to him. He flicked
his teacup with his finger, feeling quite annoyed. He thought to himself, "I have no right to interfere in my senior brother's affairs. Oh well, whatever!"

With that thought, Tang An paid the bill, went upstairs, and returned to his room. He sat down, meditated diligently, circulated his inner energy, and then went to bed.

In the night, Tang An suddenly awoke, hearing several shouts from behind the wall, the voices clear and crisp—it was a young girl. Tang An was startled, thinking, "Could it be that girl?
What a coincidence, she's in the next room?"

His curiosity piqued, he opened the window. The night was dark, without a single star or moon. Tang An looked up at the eaves, took a deep breath, stepped onto the window frame, leaped up,
reached for the beam with both hands, and with a few quick wrist movements, turned himself to face the room. With another burst of strength, he climbed onto the beam again, reaching the window of the next room. He suddenly flipped over, head first, feet second,
his hands
loosening their grip, his feet already hooked onto the beam, hanging upside down, hidden by the window, peering through the crack. A lamp was lit inside. Looking inside, he saw flowing robes, rapidly moving palms, and Yan Lan giving a soft shout. The stances she adopted were all from the "Star River Palm," a martial art of the Yufeng external style. Tang An had once witnessed a
master from Ruyu Peak sparring with his own master, and upon a glance, he was secretly astonished: "Good girl, so she's a disciple of Ruyu Peak. I've heard that her palm technique is intricate and complex, extremely skillful. She
actually knows the moves; she's no ordinary person."

Yan Lan focused intently on her martial arts practice, and in an instant, she changed seventeen or eighteen moves in quick succession. Her long skirt fluttered, and she would occasionally launch a kick, her timing precise and exquisite.
Tang An saw her skillful moves, her serious expression, and her piercing eyes, and he became increasingly mesmerized, his heart pounding faster and faster.

Suddenly, Yan Lan stopped, letting out a clear, melodious whistle. She split her palms to the left and right, her true energy surging forth. This split was like parting the clouds to reveal the sun, like a raging river splitting
into two streams. With a long, hissing sound, a cotton quilt was torn apart in mid-air, and cotton fibers flew everywhere. Tang An secretly applauded, "Impressive skills! This girl's internal strength is considerable!"

He watched as Yan Lan finished her meditation, let out a long sigh, tilted her head, looked at the half-torn quilt, and her face lit up with joy. Suddenly, she clapped her hands, jumped lightly
twice, twirled around, her dress fluttering, looking quite delighted. Suddenly, as if remembering something, Yan Lan quickly squatted down, picked up the tattered quilt,
and exclaimed awkwardly, "Oh no, oh no!"

Tang An watched, his upside-down body swaying slightly, and couldn't help but want to laugh, quickly covering his mouth. Yan Lan piled the quilt aside, slightly opened her clothes, fanned herself
with her hand , sighed again, flopped onto the bed, and lazily twisted her body.

Tang An chuckled inwardly, "She's just a young girl, after all." Thinking he'd seen enough, he was about to return to his room when he suddenly saw Yan Lan stand up, humming a soft tune. The gentle hum reached
Tang An's ears, causing him to pause for a moment before turning his gaze back to the crack in the window. But

once he looked, Tang An's eyes were glued to the window. He couldn't look away. Yan Lan was humming a tune, her hands untying her belt
, undressing. She tossed the belt onto the bed, then pulled down her long skirt, revealing a pair of beautiful, fair legs, though the upper part of her thighs was still partially hidden by the hem of her dress.
Tang An froze, a surge of heat coursing through him, his feet, which were hooked onto the roof beam, becoming unsteady.

Yan Lan, completely unaware of Tang An's spying, continued humming happily, removing her top as well, soon leaving only a pale yellow undergarment. She
was facing away from the window, and Tang An could only see her snow-white body, her round buttocks, and the perfect curves connecting her thighs. He longed to reach down and touch her, all the way to her
soft, boneless ankles.

Yan Lan's breasts were covered by her bodice, which seemed to be quite restrictive, stretching the fabric tightly. As soon as she untied the rope behind her neck,
her breasts gently bounced out. The full, firm peaks, with pink pearls embedded at the tips, bounced slightly, and Tang An's eyes seemed to
bounce along with them, making him dizzy and mesmerized.

Tang An suddenly felt his legs go weak, and the feeling of being upside down made him feel a little numb. He then realized with a start that his manhood was hard, and more than ever before, it was throbbing with
pain .

He swallowed hard, watching Yanlan sit on the edge of the bed, completely naked, wiping her body with a handkerchief, presumably from sweating during practice. Tang An
stared blankly at her, watching her small hand, holding the pure white cloth, brush across her neck, shoulders, breasts, and waist, before reaching between her legs to wipe her most private
area.

The distance and the handkerchief obstructed his view, so Tang An couldn't see her private parts clearly, but watching her slowly and gently move in and out, as if caressing him,
already aroused him immensely.

Yanlan finished cleaning herself and began to change into another set of clothes. Only after she was dressed and went to bed did Tang An quietly return to his room.

Back in his room, recalling Yanlan's actions, his heart inexplicably fluttered, his mind filled with images of Yanlan's beautiful martial arts posture and her alluring
naked body. He pulled down his pants, glanced at his still-erect penis, and recalled his master's instruction to "preserve semen and not ejaculate" during his bedroom arts training. A slight conflict arose in his heart. He gritted his teeth,
sat down against the wall in the adjacent room of Yan Lan, reached out and grasped his penis, vigorously rubbing it, his mind filled with fantasies.

Tang An imagined Yan Lan's breasts, their shapely shape pressed against his body, her pure and shy eyes looking at him, her lips slightly parted in a soft moan, begging him to hurry, to go faster
… Tang An sighed deeply, and under the caress of his hand, he ejaculated a thick, white semen, his mind filled with the image of Yan Lan's adorable, closed-eye moans.

The next morning, Yan Lan got up early, changed her clothes, and as soon as she opened her door, she saw a strange young man. Yan Lan paused for a moment, then
said, "You...you are?"

The young man bowed slightly and said, "I am Tang An. Have you heard of me, young lady?" Yan Lan shook her head and said, "No." Then she smiled and said, "What's wrong
? Do you need something? I shouldn't know you."

Tang An said, "It is indeed important. Is your name Yan Lan?" Yan Lan was slightly taken aback and said, "How do you know?" Tang An said, "
Miss acted bravely, wanting to protect the shopkeeper's daughter, and confronted a lecherous thief. I heard the shopkeeper mention it before, so of course I know." In fact, he had asked the waiter, so he
naturally knew, but he was just flattering Yan Lan first.

Yan Lan scratched her head and smiled, "It was just something I did to right an injustice, nothing much." Tang An smiled slightly, his eyes fixed on Yan Lan, then suddenly became serious and said:
"I have a piece of advice for you, young lady, please don't take offense," Tang An said. Yan Lan asked, "What is it?"

Tang An replied, "You may not know this, but Jiang Zixiang is the number one lecher in the martial world, known as the 'Flower-Picking God,' not your average womanizer. His martial arts
are superb, and he'll stop at nothing to get his hands on any woman he sets his sights on." Yan Lan said, "I heard it from the innkeeper, that's why
I'm staying to deal with him!"

Tang An frowned and asked, "You don't understand what I mean?" Yan Lan also frowned and asked, "What do you mean?" Tang An said, "I'm worried that since you're
a woman , you might also be targeted by him. If you win, all will be well, but if you lose, there's no chance of escape. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..." Yan Lan asked, "How?" Tang An said
, "I'm afraid Jiang Zixiang, blinded by lust, might humiliate you."

Yan Lan recalled her senior sister's words and felt uneasy, remaining silent for a moment. Tang An quickly followed up, saying, "In my opinion, young lady, you should not get involved in this matter
to ensure your own safety." Yan Lan said, "Then the shopkeeper's daughter will be left to be kidnapped by that lecherous thief, won't she?" Tang An said, "I have some martial arts skills. Although I may not be able to
defeat Jiang Zixiang, I can hold my own for a while. Why

don't I deal with him?" Yan Lan smiled and said, "I see. You're here to help the shopkeeper too! In that case, why don't we join forces to deal with him? That would increase our chances of winning." Tang An hurriedly said ,
"No, no!" He thought to himself, "If I do that, won't she find out my identity?" Yan Lan said, "Why not now?" Tang An said, " I really don't want you to put yourself in danger. Please, young lady, do not meet with Jiang Zixiang. I have some friends who are also capable and can come to help. Dealing with a lecherous thief should be done by men. Please withdraw!" 　　Tang An's words were indeed out of concern that Yan Lan would be defeated by Jiang Zixiang and humiliated by him. It was a well-intentioned gesture. He never intentionally sought out women, but last night's spying had left him deeply attracted to Yan Lan. He was at a loss, only hoping to protect Yan Lan and shoulder the responsibility. He privately discussed it with his senior brother, urging him to abandon the idea. He couldn't reveal that he was Jiang Zixiang's junior brother, but this made Yan Lan somewhat suspicious. She asked, "You...you really can handle this?" Seeing Tang An's handsome features, she didn't seem to possess high martial arts skills, making her uneasy. 　　Tang An smiled and said, "If you're worried I'm not up to the task, why not try a few moves?" He casually waved his hands. Yan Lan found his lack of stance amusing, thinking, "How can someone fight like this?" She laughed, "A few moves would be fine. Excuse me!" She slashed with her right palm, unleashing the Star River Palm move, "Nebula Huagun." 　　The move was swift, and Tang An parried quickly, his arm flipping to block it. Yan Lan countered with her right palm, followed by her left, unleashing a "Starry Sky" attack, her palms swirling like a sphere, covering an area of seven feet. Tang An remained calm and composed, his right arm, held horizontally, swiftly striking back with "West Wind Withers a Thousand Pines," breaking the energy in Yan Lan's palm. Yan Lan's body trembled, and she took a step back. 　　Tang An laughed, "Is this all you've got?" Yan Lan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "One more move!" Her left palm formed a fist, "Grasp the Pivot," containing endless, continuous true energy. Tang An also countered with his left hand, his five fingers flicking in rapid succession, "Ghosts and Gods Usurp Heavenly Secrets," five strange and unpredictable finger strikes, each different, dissolving Yan Lan's palm force. 　　Yan Lan suddenly separated her palms, unleashing "Star River Severing Flow," the very move Tang An had witnessed the previous night. Tang An suddenly felt immense pressure, as two enormous forces split to either side, threatening to tear him in two. He immediately gathered his strength in his right hand and drew three circles in front of him with his left, unleashing a powerful "Hidden Dragon Stirring the Waves" technique. The swirling energy disrupted Yan Lan's attempts to pull him apart, causing the two attacks to clash and break, resulting in a jolt from both of them. 　　Tang An exhaled and laughed, "Miss Yan, you took this move too seriously..." Suddenly, he heard Yan Lan shout angrily, "Your kung fu... is 'The Thousand Hands '! This is the martial arts of the martial arts demon Situ Bao. Who are you to him?" 　　Upon hearing this, Tang An felt a chill run down his spine and realized something was wrong. He hadn't expected Yan Lan to have witnessed their martial arts before, and he cried out in distress, panicking and stammering , "This...this is..." 　　Yan Lan drew her long sword, pointing it directly at Tang An, and shouted, "I knew something was wrong! Tell me, what are your intentions? What is your relationship with Jiang Zixiang? Why did you send me away? Speak!" She questioned him relentlessly, showing no politeness, practically treating Tang An as an enemy. 　　Tang An knew he couldn't explain himself, so he steeled himself and said, "Fine, I'll tell you! I am Situ Bao's disciple, and Jiang Zixiang is my senior brother." 　　A flash of sword light appeared, and Yan Lan thrust her sword at Tang An. Tang An dodged to the side, shouting, "But I advise you not to interfere in this matter, lest your senior brother harm you!"

"That's absolutely true!" Yan Lan cursed. "Of course! I'm not here, no one can stop you, so you can do whatever you want! Dream on, I won't
fall for it!"

While cursing, she attacked, using her master's secret sword technique, "Radiant Clouds Sword." The sword flashed like a sky full of colorful clouds, sparkling with countless rays of light, truly fierce and unparalleled. Tang An was unarmed
and focused dodging, shouting, "If I'm going to lie to you, I'll lie to you completely. Why would I tell you? You can't beat my senior brother. If you stay, you'll only be bullied by him! I'm begging
you, please don't stay!"

Yan Lan didn't believe her at all. Her "Radiant Clouds Sword" moves became more and more intense. Fortunately, Tang An was quick-witted and agile, weaving through the sword light and running along the corridor,
shouting , "Are you going to listen to me or not?" Yan Lan stomped her foot and cursed, "Who listens to your nonsense!" She chased after him with her sword, unleashing another round of fast sword strikes.

Unable to reason with him and relentlessly pursued, Tang An grew increasingly angry. He thought, "Fine, if you don't believe me, I'll subdue you and take you away. I can't
let you escape; who will help you then?" He darted out, pushed open the door, and rushed into his room.

Yan Lan chased after him, calling out, "Where do you think you're going?" As soon as she entered the room, a sudden chill hit her. Tang An had already drawn his longsword, thrusting it forward and
shouting , "Who's running away? You're being unreasonable! Sit down!" To avoid arousing Yan Lan's suspicion, he had left his sword in the room. Now, in this urgent situation, he had
no choice but to fight back. He thrust his sword forward, then the blade struck downwards, unleashing a tremendous force that pressed down on Yan Lan's shoulder. Yan Lan felt a sudden heaviness on her shoulder, startled.
She quickly used a technique to deflect the force, but still found it difficult to maintain her balance and collapsed to the ground.

Tang An, believing he had won, took a step forward, about to speak, when Yan Lan, whose skill was not weak, immediately dissipated the pressure, flipped over, and launched a three-hit
slash attack Tang An. Tang An lightly swung his longsword, already in the stance of the "Xiao Ran Sword Technique," channeling the unique internal energy of the "Netherworld Skill," infusing the sword with chilling true power. Each thrust
carried a sinister chill, instantly spreading a cold aura and creating a desolate atmosphere.

The "Xiao Ran Sword Technique" was originally an extremely insidious and ruthless sword technique, determined to take a life. With the addition of the chilling power of the "Netherworld Skill," it became even more excessively cold, the sword like ice and snow,
the force like a north wind. However, Tang An held back, not intending to harm Yan Lan, and the sword lacked killing intent, thus its power was diminished. Yan Lan, however, launched a full-scale
attack . Seeing that the "Radiant Light Sword" was unlikely to prevail, she suddenly changed her swordsmanship. Her swordplay became smooth and fluid, the blade transforming into a three-foot-long silver dragon, undulating and unpredictable, exquisitely beautiful—the very
"Divine Mist Sword," a supreme technique of the Jade Peak Swordplay. The two were instantly evenly matched in swordsmanship, each possessing their own strengths, but Yan Lan was still at a disadvantage in internal energy.

Tang An secretly worried, thinking, "Winning against Miss Yan is not difficult, but getting her to stop without injuring her is difficult. How can I find a way to persuade her to listen and
leave quickly ?" He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good plan. In desperation, he simply flung his hand away and shouted, "That's enough, that's enough, I'm not fighting anymore!" With
a soft "thud," Tang An's longsword flew from his hand, embedding itself in the wall, trembling slightly.

A flash of cold light, and Yan Lan's longsword was already pressed against Tang An's throat.

Tang An smiled wryly, "You really stopped, excellent!" Yan Lan raised her eyebrows slightly and scolded in a sweet voice, "Why did you stop fighting?" Tang An said, "I
didn't want to fight you in the first place. Let me say it again, I'm here to advise you to leave quickly! Trust me, I will tell my senior brother not to lay a hand on Miss Chen, okay?" Yan Lan
was slightly moved, then glared at him and said, "You're all in cahoots, who would believe you saying that?"

Tang An's shoulders shrugged, and he said, "My patience is limited. Miss Yan, please think about it, do you really think I can't beat you? If I really had bad intentions, I could have ambushed you the moment you
stepped out of the room, could you have defended against that? Just now, in our fight, who had the upper hand? If we continued to fight, how long could you hold out?"
Yan Lan was stunned, her expression slightly retreating, pointing at Tang An's long sword, her momentum seemed to weaken as well. She blinked and said, "If what you say is true,
then it's still wrong! Why did you help me instead of your senior brother? That doesn't make sense!"

Tang An looked rather embarrassed at Yan Lan's question, and smiled wryly, "Well, even I don't know!"

Yan Lan paused, looking at Tang An. Seeing him staring at her with a strange look in his eyes, she suddenly felt her face burning,
a wave of inexplicable shyness washing over her. She abruptly sheathed her sword with a clang, turned, and ran away.

Tang An watched Yan Lan rush out of the room, a sudden pang of regret washing over him. He regretted not revealing a weakness earlier, letting her slap him.

※※※※※※ Yan Lan returned to her room, closed the door, and leaned against it, recalling the situation. She felt involuntarily embarrassed, thinking,
"How could this be? Why did he look at me like that?"

It was a look she had never experienced before, not even among her senior sisters on Jade Peak. Like a gentle breeze in early spring, it stirred ripples in her heart.
Yanlan frantically rubbed her hands, feeling extremely confused. She tried to think of something random, but couldn't recall anything.

Suddenly, she heard a soft "scratching" sound from the wall. Yanlan's eyes scanned quickly, and she saw something seem to shrink into the wall. She paused for a moment, then realized: "
He pulled out his sword. Yes, he lives next door."

She approached the wall, squatted down, and saw a crack in the wall. Looking through it, she could see Tang An sheathing his sword and placing it on the table. A thought struck Yanlan
: "In that case, can I peek from here? That's perfect. I can observe him for a few days and see if he really wants to help me."

Yanlan was still young, and at this moment, her childlike spirit was piqued. She thought it would be fun to peek like this, so she sat on the ground and peered through the wall. She saw Tang An
sit down to meditate, and after a while, his expression was very strange, as if he was uneasy. He opened his eyes and stood up.

Yan Lan chuckled inwardly, "Goodness, she can't even concentrate on meditation. How did she develop such skills?" But then she heard Tang An whisper, "This silly girl!"

Yan Lan was startled, thinking, "Did he notice?" Looking at his expression, it didn't seem like it. She saw Tang An pacing back and forth, looking extremely agitated, his face full of worry
. Suddenly, he stopped and let out a long sigh.

Seeing Tang An like this, Yan Lan's heart wavered. She thought, "Seeing how troubled he is, could it be that he really wants to help me? But why would he help me?
Could it be ... could it be that he...?"

Just as she was lost in thought, Tang An suddenly sat on the edge of the bed and began to take off his pants. This time, Yan Lan was even more shocked, and she quickly turned her head away in embarrassment, cursing inwardly, "
Shameless bastard, how could he do this in front of a girl..." Then, she realized she was embarrassed; he was in her room, and he didn't know she was secretly watching him.
Yan Lan scratched her head, her heart pounding. She thought to herself, "He doesn't know anyway, I'll just peek again." She peered closer.

She saw Tang An had pulled down his pants, revealing a tuft of dark hair between his legs, and a bright red penis standing erect—a truly astonishing sight. Yan Lan swallowed hard, her heart pounding
. She wondered, "Is this the thing Senior Sister Yang was talking about?" Recalling Yang Mingxue's words, she unconsciously touched her crotch. Through her skirt and underpants, her fingers...
He pressed his finger against her delicate little secret opening, thinking, "If that thing goes in, that's 'copulation'..."

Unconsciously, she applied a little pressure, pressing her finger against the entrance of her private parts, feeling a slight pleasure, a tingling sensation running through her body. Yan Lan's face flushed slightly,
somewhat at a loss, she continued watching Tang An's room, seeing him holding his penis, stroking it back and forth. As he stroked it, Yan Lan saw an expression of
unbearable discomfort , as if he was trying his best to suppress something. Watching, she felt her heart gradually quicken, and she couldn't help but gasp a few times. Suddenly, she felt a wet, cool sensation on her fingertips.
Looking down, she saw a large wet patch on her skirt.

Yan Lan was startled: "How could this be? I...I...this is..." She quickly took off her skirt and underpants, and saw that her crotch was full of fluid
, wet and sticky, but not like urine, something she didn't know, seeping continuously from her private parts.

Yan Lan panicked, her face flushed red from this inexplicable phenomenon. She felt only shame, yet couldn't understand why. She touched her
private parts, her fingers brushing against the tender flesh of her labia, and suddenly felt an unusual comfort, causing her to unconsciously moan softly, "Ah..."

As soon as the sound escaped her lips, Yan Lan immediately covered her mouth, her heart pounding. She peeked at Tang An again through the crack, seeing him tilt his head back, his waist thrusting twice forcefully.
As he rubbed his penis, a stream of cloudy, sticky fluid spurted from the tip, splashing onto the ground.

Yan Lan stared in disbelief, feeling as if her heart was about to leap from her chest, her body burning hot, almost fainting. But the strange sensation from her lower body
seemed to urge her to soothe herself. Yan Lan hesitated for a moment, then shook her head vigorously, pressing her legs tightly together. With the pressure, the fluid lazily flowed
down her thighs.

Sitting alone in his room, Tang An cursed himself for being useless. He thought, "If I don't find a way to persuade her to leave, she'll be captured by my senior brother sooner or later
. Tang An, think of something! This is the first girl who has captured your heart. Can't you save her? Are you just going to stay here and indulge in wishful thinking?"

He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a suitable plan. Only Yan Lan's pretty figure appeared in his mind, bouncing and hopping before him, stretching her shapely limbs.
Thinking of Yan Lan

's alluring body, Tang An felt a surge of heat throughout his body, unable to resist, and once again took out his "treasure" and caressed it. Through fantasizing about Yan Lan's various charming aspects, Tang An ejaculated again. Although he released his desire, it couldn't relieve his restlessness. He became increasingly infatuated with Yan Lan,
not only wanting to be close to her body but also wanting to protect her from any violation, to forever maintain that pure and lovely demeanor. And the most urgent matter was dealing with his senior brother,
Jiang Zixiang.

Tang An put on his trousers, thinking, "The only way now is to find my senior brother and beg him to let Miss Chen go. But
how easy is it to get him to let go of a girl he's taken a fancy to? Besides, I don't even know where he is."

As he hesitated, a thought suddenly struck him: "Since Miss Yan already knows my identity, and judging from her demeanor when she left, she wasn't entirely distrustful of me. So, it's
feasible for us to join forces against my senior brother! It's hard to have both; I'll just have to break ties with him first and explain later. He's done so many bad things; he deserves some
retribution ."

Having figured this out, Tang An was overjoyed and secretly nodded, already preparing to fight alongside Yan Lan. Just then, through the partition wall, Tang An suddenly heard
a few soft, panting breaths.

"Ah...oh ah...ha...um..."

Tang An's heart trembled. He tiptoed to the wall, pressed his ear against it, and clearly heard Yan Lan breathing heavily, her voice soft and
seductive. A quick glance revealed a crack in the wall, pierced by his sword. He immediately knelt, peering into Yan Lan's room
.

Inside, Yan Lan lay on her side on the bed, facing the wall Tang An was peeking at. Her expression was hazy, her hand caressing her private parts, her palm rubbing against the dark pubic hair,
glistening with clear fluid. Her movements were hesitant, as if she didn't know how to caress herself; her fingers didn't probe inside, only gently stroking the tender
skin of her vulva.

Whenever his sensitive areas were touched, Yan Lan would moan softly, "Mmm, mmm." Although the sound was extremely low, it was enough to arouse Tang An's
entire body . As he watched, he felt a rush of heat to his head, almost making his soul leave his body.

He took a few deep breaths, his expression still unable to hide his excitement, and whispered, "That's enough, it's worth it!" He took off the pants he had just put on and grasped his penis again.

※※※※※※ Several days passed without Tang An and Yan Lan meeting again, but through the wall, they spied on each other's movements daily.

Tang An was far more experienced than Yan Lan, and by the second day he noticed that Yan Lan was often spying on him. But he didn't care, thinking, "Anyway, I have nothing to hide. If you want to watch,
then watch to your heart's content." When his desire for Yan Lan became unbearable, he still relieved himself with his hands in the room. Sometimes, he suspected that Yan Lan was watching, which made him even more excited, and
he ejaculated more profusely than usual.

When he spied on Yanlan, he often saw her shy and nervous demeanor. It seemed that when she noticed Tang An approaching the wall while spying, she quickly pretended nothing was wrong,
all of which Tang An witnessed.

Tang An particularly enjoyed peeping at Yanlan changing clothes. At this time, Yanlan was completely unguarded, her beautiful breasts, slender waist, and shapely buttocks fully exposed, as if she wasn't worried at all about Tang An peeping at
her. Whenever she finished changing, she would run to the crack to check, and Tang An would immediately sit far away, facing the wall, pretending to meditate, while his hand slowly stroked
his penis.

This crack created a subtle change between the two.

On the morning of the ninth day, Tang An returned to his room from outside. As soon as he opened the door, Yanlan came out of her room. They looked at each other, Tang An smiled, but Yanlan
blushed, looking embarrassed.

Tang An said, "You're not going to kill me anymore?" Yan Lan glared at him and said, "I never said I was going to kill you!" Tang An said, "Alright, then you believe me?"
Yan Lan's cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly jumped up and down, shouting, "You! Listen carefully, I need to focus on dealing with Jiang Zixiang now. If you really want to help me, then don't bother
me all the time!" Tang An said, "That's strange. We haven't seen each other for nine whole days. How have I bothered you?"

Yan Lan was stunned for a moment, her face turning red, and she said, "You...you...you should be quiet in the room." Tang An smiled and said, "I'm usually very quiet. It's
usually you who are a bit noisy."

Yan Lan's heart skipped a beat, and she said urgently, "Me? You...what did you hear?" Her eyes were more urgent than ever before. Seeing her so embarrassed, Tang An felt
an indescribable excitement and deliberately smiled and said, "Nothing, your voice is very nice." Yan Lan's face changed drastically, and her cheeks turned completely red. Tang An followed up, "
But practicing martial arts is one thing, is it necessary to shout so loudly?" He then smiled casually.

Yan Lan's expression softened upon hearing this, and she breathed a sigh of relief, softly saying, "I'm sorry," looking quite embarrassed. Tang An chuckled inwardly and went into his room.
He closed the door, thinking, "This girl is completely naive; it will be incredibly difficult for her to outwit my senior brother." He touched the sword at his waist, thinking, "If I'm going to fight my senior brother, I
need to be extra careful. I absolutely cannot let him get truly angry and use the 'Xiao Ran Sword Technique,' otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Just then, Tang An suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the next room. He wondered, "Miss Yan just left; why is there a noise?" He walked to the wall and
peered through the crack.

On the other side of the crack, there was also an eye, dark and lively, its long eyelashes blinking. By sheer coincidence, both of them peered through the crack at the same time.

Tang An was startled and quickly jumped back, simultaneously hearing a scream from the next room. Just as he sensed something was wrong, Yan Lan slammed open the door and rushed in, drawing her sword and
pointing it at Tang An. She angrily exclaimed, "You...you...you were spying on me!"

Tang An shrugged helplessly and sighed, "Miss, you were spying on me too!" Yan Lan, both ashamed and angry, cried out, "Who...who was spying on you? I...
I just thought you were spying on me, so..." Tang An said, "Oh, that's what I should be saying! I just saw you leave, why did you come back to the room? I'm afraid you came back to
spy on me." Yan Lan's face flushed crimson, and she hurriedly denied it. She cried out, "No, no!"

Seeing her embarrassed and angry expression, Tang An guessed that his deduction was correct and couldn't help but feel secretly pleased: "It seems that Miss Yan's hostility towards me has indeed greatly diminished." Just as he was feeling happy,
he suddenly saw Yan Lan brandish her long sword and shout, "How long have you been spying on me?" Tang An smiled and said, "Tell me about yours first. When did you start spying on me?"

Yan Lan's face turned red and white in turns, she bit her lower lip tightly, suddenly her eyes filled with tears, she stomped her foot hard and shouted, "Disgusting, lewd, big bastard!" She turned around and rushed
out of the room, slamming the door shut.

Tang An was stunned for a long time, feeling quite apologetic. He thought to himself, "Really, I shouldn't have teased her like that. I went too far with my jokes.
What do now?"

Feeling uneasy, he left his room and knocked on Yan Lan's door, softly saying, "Miss Yan..." He only managed to utter three words before
Yan Lan's voice came from behind the door: "Get out of here!"

Tang An was extremely embarrassed. After thinking for a moment, he said softly, "Miss, I'm sorry..." He then heard Yan Lan shout again from inside the room: "Ugh, get out! If you say
another word , I'll fight you to the death!"

Tang An was utterly helpless and could only return to his own room, feeling utterly dejected. He wanted to peek at Yan Lan through the crack again, but as soon as he turned his head, he heard a soft rumbling sound. Yan
Lan had already moved something to block the view, and he couldn't see anything anymore.

That night, Tang An tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He hadn't expected Yan Lan to throw such a tantrum. The falling out happened precisely the day before his senior brother's arrival, leaving Tang An with nothing but sighs.

He sat up in bed, stroking the scabbard beside the bed, thinking, "My senior brother is coming tomorrow, what should I do?" The thought of Yan Lan's tearful eyes
stung , and he thought, "Even if Miss Yan is angry with me, I must help her."

Since he couldn't sleep, Tang An simply sat quietly, circulating his inner energy to prepare for his impending battle. The Netherworld Skill flowed throughout his body, and Tang An entered a state of half-sleep, half-awake, his body
effortless , letting

his inner energy circulate freely. He didn't know how much time had passed, but dawn broke. As Tang An meditated on his inner energy, he suddenly heard a knock at the door, and someone said, "Guest, breakfast is here."
Tang An slowed his breathing, opened his eyes, and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and the waiter brought in a tray with steamed buns and tea. He put down his breakfast, a broad smile on his face, and said, "Sir, you'd better not
leave your room today." Tang An asked, "Oh? Why is that?" The waiter replied, "That lecherous thief Jiang Zixiang is coming today. The lady Yan in the next room is already waiting downstairs, and
she's probably going to have a big fight with him. Before the fight is over, sir, you'd better not leave your room to avoid being caught in the crossfire."

Tang An's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "So early?" He got up, picked up his long sword, and was about to leave. The waiter quickly stopped him, laughing, "Sir, you
'd better stay in your room." Tang An shouted, "Stop nagging, get out of the way!" He waved his hand, intending to push the waiter away, but the waiter dodged the attack and suddenly struck with a
powerful palm strike.

Tang An was startled, parried the palm strike with his own hand, and shouted, "Who are you?" The waiter chuckled and launched a series of palm strikes. Tang An snorted
, parrying two palms with ease, his right hand sweeping out with his sword still sheathed. But then, another unexpected turn of events occurred: two figures flashed in from outside, attacking Tang An from both sides. Tang An
, with his keen hearing, had already sensed them. He leaped into the air with "One Crane Soars to the Sky," deflecting all the attacks.

He landed on the table, seeing the two newcomers. One was dressed as a waiter, the other was Liu Asan, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, exuding
the air of a master. Tang An sensed something was amiss and coldly said, "It seems things are taking a turn for the worse. I'll have to put in some effort first."

※※※※※※ Yan Lan sat on the first floor of the inn, waiting for Jiang Zixiang to arrive. Thinking of yesterday's incident, she felt a wave of frustration. She glanced at the stairs,
thinking , "Is he angry with me? I threw a tantrum yesterday; I'm afraid he's unhappy too."

She had to admit that her reaction yesterday had been a bit excessive. As the enemy approached, Yan Lan felt uneasy, unaware that this unease stemmed from more than just this one feeling.

Lost in thought, she watched as a young man entered the inn and smiled slightly at her. Yan Lan paused, then asked the innkeeper, "Innkeeper, he would
n't happen to be…?"

The innkeeper nodded, his voice trembling, "Yes, he is Jiang Zixiang!"

Yan Lan abruptly stood up and drew her longsword. Jiang Zixiang's gaze swept over her several times, as if appraising a finely crafted treasure, before he smiled and said, "You
must be Yan Lan from Ruyu Peak? You are indeed quite beautiful, but it's a pity you lack charm." Yan Lan asked with a straight face, "What?"

Jiang Zixiang shrugged and smiled, "Such a beautiful woman, yet you point a sword at your lord, looking so murderous. How can you win anyone's heart? Good
sister, let me teach you. If you want to win over Jiang Zixiang, why bother with swords? Just wear a few less layers of clothing and call me 'good brother' a few times. A beauty like you,
I'd be too busy doting on you!"

Yan Lan blushed and scolded, "Nonsense! Listen to me, you're not allowed to make a move on Miss Chen. Go back home now, or else..."
Jiang Zixiang smiled, "Or else what?" With a casual flick of his wrist, a long sword was already pointed at Yan Lan's throat. This move came incredibly strangely, without warning, and with astonishing speed. Yan
Lan didn't even have the strength to parry.

Yan Lan was terrified, feeling the coldness of the sword's edge on her neck, and couldn't finish her sentence. Jiang Zixiang laughed, "Among the young ladies of Ruyu Peak, apart from
Yang Mingxue, I haven't seen anyone with any real martial arts skills. Their fist and foot techniques may be lacking, but their skills in bed are worth a try. Sister Yan, is your place wet?" Yan Lan trembled and
asked, "What?"

Jiang Zixiang smiled, flicked his wrist, and the sword flashed back and forth, knocking the longsword from her hand. He said, "Take off her skirt." The shopkeeper replied, "Yes!"
Reaching out, he grabbed Yanlan's belt and ripped it open, tearing it along with her skirt and pulling it down to reveal her bare legs. Yanlan screamed, "Shopkeeper, you...
" But the shopkeeper grinned maliciously, his eyes full of cunning.

Yanlan suddenly realized what was happening, and was so angry she almost cried, shouting, "You lied to me, you're all in cahoots..." Jiang Zixiang laughed, "He didn't completely lie to you,
at least I treated his daughter well. Now it's your turn." As he spoke, the tip of his sword slowly moved down, reaching above her cleavage. Her belt was broken, and her clothes were
completely open. The sword tip moved and directly ripped through her bodice, cutting inch by inch. Yanlan was filled with shame and indignation, crying out in a pitiful voice, "No... I hate it, I
hate it, don't do this!"

Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and a figure flew out from the second-floor corridor, smashed through the railing, and fell straight down, crushing an eight-immortal table, screaming loudly. One fell,
then another, and then yet another, all covered in blood and severely injured. Yan Lan glanced sideways and saw two waiters and Liu Asan.

After the three fell, another figure leaped down, a flash of blue light in his hand, his sword flashing and retracting in a swift motion. As soon as he
landed . Jiang Zixiang's eyes lit up, and he said, "Junior brother?" The newcomer brandished his long sword and said, "Senior brother, let her go!"

Before Jiang Zixiang could give the order, the shopkeeper rushed forward, having somehow drawn two swords, and attacked Tang An. Tang An didn't even look, and with a casual slash, "A
Sound from the Southwest," the sword's momentum was like a desolate autumn wind, sweeping past, blood splattering from the shopkeeper's chest, and he fell to the ground in one move.

Jiang Zixiang laughed, "Well done! Junior brother, you've studied our sect's swordsmanship for many years, and you're truly extraordinary. These men are all renowned experts in the underworld, and you killed them
cleanly and efficiently!" Tang An replied, "Not as good as you, senior brother." Jiang Zixiang said, "Hmm, you know you're no match for me, so why ask me to release them?"

Tang An glanced at Yan Lan, seeing her disheveled clothes and her face filled with shame and fear, and felt a pang of pity. At the same time, seeing her half-exposed breasts, he secretly felt quite excited. Coming to his senses, he
said to his senior brother, "I like this girl, please grant my request."

Upon hearing this, Yan Lan was instantly shocked, staring at Tang An in disbelief, her face gradually flushing red. Tang An knew that his chances of defeating Jiang Zixiang
were slim , and he only hoped that their shared sect bond would make his senior brother back down. He knew his senior brother was shrewd, and given the urgency of the situation, he had no choice but to reveal his true feelings.

Jiang Zixiang narrowed his eyes, silently observing Tang An, then suddenly burst into laughter, saying, "Junior brother, you've finally seen the light, planning to start playing with women and become an unparalleled
lecher ?" Tang An retorted angrily, "No! Senior brother, I'm very serious. I'm infatuated with this girl; I can't live without her. Please, senior brother, you can
find women everywhere, but I can only find this one!"

As Tang An spoke these words, Yan Lan's face was already as red as an apple, and she dared not look him in the eye.

Jiang Zixiang smiled, "Is that so? Alright, considering we've been fellow disciples for so many years, I'll give you a chance..." He sheathed his longsword, allowing Yan Lan to move, and said, "You
two , fight your way out on your own. As long as you leave this inn today, I won't care about you anymore. However, with this little girl's skills, she'll probably only be waiting
for me to hurt her. Come on, come on!"

Without another word, Tang An leaped forward, unleashing the full power of the "Xiao Ran Sword Technique," each move aimed at Jiang Zixiang's vital points. Yan Lan snapped out of her daze and hurriedly picked up her longsword,
intending to join the battle. Seeing her approach, Tang An immediately shouted, "Fool, don't come any closer! Run!"

Yan Lan instantly realized, "Let's get out of the inn first. That lecherous thief is his senior brother; he won't really kill me." She turned and ran towards the gate. Jiang Zixiang, while
deflecting Tang An's sword strikes, laughed, "I haven't let you have your fun yet! Where do you think you're going? Come back!" He retreated swiftly, his figure flashing like a wisp of smoke, silently
blocking Yan Lan's path. Yan Lan gritted her teeth, focused her energy, and swung her sword. With a whoosh, it was the "Divine Mist Sword" move, "Soaring Clouds.

" Jiang Zixiang praised, "That's a good move!" He lightly flicked his sword, responding with "Ancient Tree and Withered Branches," a strange and unpredictable move that reduced the power of Yan Lan's sword to a fraction.
Tang An immediately rushed forward, shouting, "Go through the back door!" His sword, imbued with Netherworld Inner Force, caught Jiang Zixiang's sword strike and countered with even greater force.

After just one exchange, Yan Lan realized the formidable strength of her opponent and cried out, "He's too powerful! You alone…" Tang An roared, "I'm enough on my own!
If you don't leave, I can't unleash my true power!" Yan Lan, exasperated by his shout, had no choice but to turn and run again.

This time, Jiang Zixiang didn't stop her, letting her escape. He smiled at Tang An and said, "Junior brother, what real skills do you have? Why don't you show them to me? I
know everything you've learned, and you may not have mastered everything I've learned. Can you really deal with me?"

Seeing that Yan Lan had left, Tang An immediately took a deep breath, gradually increasing his Netherworld Skill until it reached its peak. The chill spread far and wide, making it
feel like the dead of winter within six feet of him, and even three zhang away, one could feel its coldness. Jiang Zixiang sneered slightly and said, "With just the Netherworld Skill's 'Heavenly Freeze Technique,' your skill is not as profound as mine.
Wouldn't you be courting death?"

Tang An slowly raised his longsword and said in a deep voice, "'Heavenly Freeze Technique' may not be able to hurt you, but combined with this Xiao Ran Sword Technique, can you really withstand it?"
As he spoke, his longsword slowly drew an arc from left to right, the sword following his body, swirling around him in a circle.

Jiang Zixiang's expression changed drastically, and he cried out, "'Surrounded by Desolation'! Junior Brother, you—"

In an instant, Tang An's figure spun rapidly, the tip of his sword emitting a chilling light that transformed into countless circles, exuding endless murderous intent. Tables, chairs, counters—anything
forced by the chilling sword energy—were reduced to flying splinters of wood, instantly shattering into pieces... ※※※※※※ Tang An opened his eyes on the bed,
his first sensation being the intense pain in his entire body. He tried to move, but a soft little hand pressed against his chest, whispering, "No,
don't move ! I'll transfer my energy to you, and it won't hurt so much."

He turned his eyes at the sound and saw Yan Lan sitting by the bed, gently pressing his "Zhong" acupoint on his chest, transferring true energy. After a while, Yanlan sighed and
laughed, "Feeling better?" Tang An replied, "Much better." Looking around and seeing that he was in his own room, he couldn't help but say, "Am I dreaming?"

Yanlan's eyes widened, and she said, "A dream, a nightmare! You scared me to death! What kind of swordsmanship was that? I saw you spinning around and wandering everywhere,
like a whirlwind, slashing and cutting everything in sight. Go look at the first floor; almost everything you can see is destroyed."

Tang An laughed, "'Surrounded by desolation,' that's absolutely right!" "Then he asked, 'Where is my senior brother?' Yan Lan replied, 'He seems half-dead.' Tang An exclaimed in surprise
, 'What?' Yan Lan smiled and said, 'He's not dead. I was hiding in the back hall peeking when I saw you use that sword technique. Jiang Zixiang panicked and dodged in all directions
. Later, he couldn't dodge anymore and blocked two sword strikes, which sent his sword flying. Your internal energy is that powerful?'

Tang An said, 'It's just the hidden force of the Netherworld Technique... Never mind that. What happened next?' Yan Lan said, 'Don't you remember? You spun around and slashed wildly, and Jiang...'"
Zixiang was struck by at least thirteen or fourteen swords and was nearly torn to pieces. His skill was truly astonishing; he managed to avoid all the vital points, but he was covered in blood and severely injured.
You spun around for a while and then collapsed. I was afraid you would be caught by him, so I rushed out again to help you, but when Jiang Zixiang saw me coming, he ran away.

Tang An said, "I suppose my senior brother was too badly injured and knew he couldn't defeat you, so he ran away." Yan Lan laughed, "I thought so too. But I got my revenge! I cut his belt and his pants
fell down. He was quite a mess when he ran away." Tang An laughed, "Such a good opportunity, and you didn't chase after him?" Yan Lan blushed and
said, "How could I have caught up with him in the street dressed like that?"

Tang An saw that her clothes were the same as when he came downstairs. Her top was open, her bodice was slightly torn, and her lower body was naked. He thought that she was in such a hurry to save him that
she didn't have time to care about her clothes. He was secretly grateful and also very happy. He laughed and said, "You look great dressed like that. I think you look beautiful!"

Yan Lan was extremely embarrassed and stood up and scolded, "I was in such a hurry to save you that I didn't even have time to change my clothes. You were just looking at me!" With that, she turned and left. As she
stood up , Tang An could vaguely see the pubic hair hidden beneath her bodice. Turning around again, her buttocks were concealed by the hem of her dress, leaving him only able to admire her thighs. Knowing his ordeal was over,
and in high spirits, his lust for Yan Lan rekindled. A thought flashed through his mind, and he coughed loudly, sounding quite pained.

Yan Lan, who was about to go back to her room to change, heard Tang An's violent cough and quickly turned back, bending down to ask, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

As she bent over, the bodice, already torn at the cleavage, could no longer conceal her breasts, their full shape fully revealed to Tang An. In his excitement, he
feigned pain, groaning, "No...no, my internal energy is severely depleted, and I can't breathe right now. Miss Yan, please press my Zhong acupoint and
Dantian to help me regulate my breathing." Yan Lan nodded vigorously, saying, "Okay."

Determined to save him, she maintained the posture and extended her hands, pressing on Tang An's chest and lower abdomen, transferring her internal energy bit by bit to help him
circulate it. Actually, although Tang An had exhausted his strength and was unable to move after using the "Heavenly Freeze Technique" and "Surrounded by Desolation," he had not suffered internal injuries. After half a month of rest,
his internal energy would recover on its own. While Yan Lan's transfer of internal energy accelerated his recovery, it wasn't essential.

Seeing her close her eyes and concentrate on circulating her energy, Tang An felt deeply grateful, thinking, "This girl is truly kind-hearted." Even so, he couldn't
resist the temptation. Since Yan Lan's eyes were closed, Tang An forced his eyes open, taking in the beautiful view of her chest. Those two soft, white breasts hung before his eyes, an
unparalleled temptation. If Tang An hadn't been so weak, he would have already touched them.

While admiring their beauty, he absorbed the power from Yan Lan, his muscles and bones gradually relaxing, his meridians opening, and his energy regenerating. Yan Lan, hoping only for Tang An's speedy recovery,
held nothing back. After a while, beads of sweat slowly appeared on her face; her true energy had been depleted by seventy or eighty percent. She took a breath, opened her eyes, and said, "I'm tired too
. Tang An, are you feeling better?" Tang An smiled and said, "Extremely comfortable." His eyes darted to her sweat-drenched breasts, and his lower body immediately stiffened
, showing that his energy had indeed recovered considerably.

Yan Lan straightened up and smiled, "That's good. You should rest. I don't think anyone will be coming to the inn for a while." Tang An asked, "No one's coming to the inn?"
Yan Lan replied, "With such a fierce fight, of course all the guests have run away."

Tang An's mind raced, and he smiled, "Since no one's here, that's fine. Miss Yan, I want to ask you something." Yan Lan asked, "What is it?" Tang An looked at her
body and whispered, "I want you, is that alright?"

Yan Lan didn't quite understand at first and asked, "You want me... what do you want from me?" Tang An said, "Your heart, your body..." "...Just as I said, I'm
already infatuated with you. You knew that all along, didn't you?"

Yan Lan's cheeks flushed red, unable to hide her embarrassment. She nodded and said, "I know. I...I have to apologize. I also peeked at you...and saw you doing some strange things."
Tang An asked, "What strange things?" Yan Lan said, "You used your hand to...that thing down there..." Her eyes darted around, and she saw Tang An's crotch bulging high.
She was startled and blurted out, "Oh dear!"

Tang An sat up and laughed, "This is solid proof that I'm infatuated with you." Yan Lan was speechless and stared blankly. Tang An grasped her wrist and said,
"Is it alright?" Yan Lan's face was shy as she said, "I don't know...Senior Sister Yang said that you can't just give your body to someone..." Tang
An said softly, "Give it to me?" Yan Lan said urgently, "Don't do this...I...I need to think about it..."

Before Yan Lan could consider it, Tang An had already pulled her close and embraced her. Yan Lan hurriedly called out, "Wait a minute!" Tang An said, "I'll go
explain to your senior sister and ask her for permission." Yan Lan said, "But I..." Tang An whispered, "You don't want to?" Yan Lan blushed and whispered, "It's not that...
"

Tang An smiled and said, "Then it's settled." Before Yan Lan could say anything more, he kissed her red lips, his hands roaming freely over her body, slipping under her bodice.

Yan Lan struggled slightly, but Tang An immediately held her tightly, rolled over, and pinned her down, continuing his passionate kiss. Yan Lan breathed heavily,
her eyes hazy, as if she were still hungover.

Tang An was incredibly excited, kneading her breasts with abandon. As expected of a figure honed through martial arts training, every inch of her skin was incredibly elastic, even her full
breasts possessed an indescribable feel, combining tenderness and resilience, bouncing back with a pinch, making Tang An unable to put them down.

The moment their lips parted, Yan Lan gasped, "Tang... Tang An, don't do this..." Tang An whispered, "Your breasts are irresistible." Yan
Lan shook her head, her expression one of utter embarrassment, and gasped, "I'm afraid my senior sister will scold me..." Tang An said, "I'll do it." Yan Lan gasped, "Is this... really
okay ...?" Tang An removed her bodice, kissed her nipple, and said, "It's okay."

Because Yan Lan had transferred most of Tang An's true energy to her, she was now completely powerless, and Tang An was in control. Tang An thoroughly explored her buttocks, and his
fingertips caressed her cleft, savoring its tenderness. Yan Lan's gasps continued unabated, and Tang An continued to caress her body without pause. He unbuckled his belt, pulled out his long-
erect penis, and thrust it into Yan Lan's wet, tender orifice, which he had longed for.

"Ugh..." Yan Lan shook her head violently, trying her best to endure the pain of being deflowered. A skilled martial artist, extraordinary indeed. Facing the powerful piercing force, Yan Lan was already drenched in
sweat , her nipples erect, trembling with her struggles, but she still suppressed her cries to a minimum, like a suppressed moan escaping from her lips.

Tang An, taking a direct approach, clearly saw Yan Lan's shy yet timid expression as she endured his penetration, a mixture of pleasure and helplessness. Seeing this
expression simultaneously satisfied Tang An's desire for conquest and love; he was extremely excited.

Intense intercourse began, muscles colliding, sweat and love fluids mingling. Yan Lan could no longer endure it; her brows furrowed, her face filled with unbearable pain, and she let out a loud cry ...
A soft cry escaped her lips.

Tang An spread her legs wide, placing them on either side of his waist, gripping her smooth, delicate thighs
, and thrusting into her with all his might. Yan Lan's beautiful legs clamped tightly around his waist, like shackles of desire, trying to lock his penis inside her alluring body.

With each violent sway, Yan Lan's breasts, lying on the bed, rippled with alluring waves, her snow-white nipples vibrating rapidly, mingling with glistening sweat, emitting
soft, wet sounds. But when Tang An's chest pressed down on her, the ripples ceased, her breasts transforming into various lewd shapes.

Yan Lan was completely captivated. Tang An's large penis was invading her with a ravaging force; her tender vagina had no power to resist, only able to contract and absorb as much as possible.
The folds of her inner walls felt like countless tiny hands, gently and passionately caressing her, trying to squeeze out all the energy accumulated in Tang An's treasure.

"Ah, ah ah..."

Yan Lan cried out in ecstasy, amidst shame, pain, and pleasure, her voice still quite innocent. However, his physical expression was incredibly lewd. His entire body was sticky and wet,
his groin muscles clenched tightly, and his penis plunged in rapidly, only to slowly withdraw, as if being sucked into Yanlan's tender vagina, lingering there, reluctant to leave.

"Yanlan... I... I'm going to cum..."

Tang An cried out during the intense movements. Yanlan didn't quite understand what that meant, and could only follow her body's instincts, shyly moaning, "No, no...
Ahh, again... again..."

Reaching the peak of excitement, Tang An ejaculated with pleasure, shooting into the vibrant and fragrant body of Yanlan, not just in his fantasies. The turbid semen and vaginal fluid
filled Yanlan's secret place, flowing messily all over the bed.

Yanlan lay on the disheveled bed, panting heavily, her tense muscles suddenly relaxing completely.

Panting, Tang An lay down beside Yan Lan and whispered, "Now... really, I have no strength left..." Yan Lan gasped weakly, "You...
you deserve it..."

After lying there for a while, they both struggled to sit up. A bright red stain of blood, like a virgin's mark, stained the pristine white sheets.

Yan Lan whispered, "Keep your promise." Tang An, utterly exhausted, smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am." Yan Lan scolded, "Be serious!" Tang An
, unable to resist her, laughed, "Don't worry, a gentleman's word is his bond."

※※※※※※ A month later, Yan Lan brought Tang An to Ruyu Peak. Yan Lan repeatedly reminded him, "Remember, Senior Sister Yang is a very nice person, but she gets very serious when it comes to
business Don't be frivolous with her!" Tang An smiled and said, "I know, you've said that several times."

Upon reaching the summit, a young maidservant rushed forward, her face beaming, and exclaimed, "Miss Yan, you're back!" Yan Lan smiled and said, "Just came back to visit. Hmm,
where's Senior Sister Yang?" The maidservant replied, "She's bathing in the Cool Spring behind the mountain." She looked at Tang An with a rather strange expression.

Yan Lan smiled at Tang An and said, "Let's go inside and wait." She led Tang An into a room and invited him to sit down. Tang An looked around and smiled, "This
place is quite elegant." Yan Lan smiled and said, "It's where young ladies live, of course." She patted his shoulder and smiled, "You wait here, I'll go freshen up too
, so I can see Senior Sister Yang later."

Tang An nodded with a smile and watched Yan Lan enter the inner hall. A young maidservant served tea and snacks, saying, "Please enjoy, young master." Tang An replied, "Thank you." The maidservant asked,
"Are you a friend of Miss Yan, young master?" Tang An answered, "Yes." Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Excuse me,
is that Qingliang Spring a mountain spring? Doesn't Miss Yang wash herself inside?"

The maidservant smiled and said, "Ruyu Peak is full of girls. What's wrong with bathing outside?" Tang An smiled and said, "So, you don't consider me a man
?" The maidservant said, "Visitors are naturally an exception, but male guests who come to Ruyu Peak are mostly polite and upright people. They wouldn't just barge in." Tang An
said, "That's true."

After the maidservant left, Yan Lan still hadn't come out. Tang Anxin thought, "I've long heard that the six disciples of Ruyu Peak are all beauties of their time. Alan goes without saying, and
Yang Mingxue, though older, is only twenty-four or twenty-five. She must be even more beautiful and mature. I wonder what she looks like."

He pondered for a moment, then, seeing no movement from behind the hall, he remembered the little maid's words. His eyes darted around, and after a moment's thought, he stepped towards the door. Just as he was about to leave, he
looked back and saw that Yanlan still hadn't come out. He then quickly walked out, circled the house, and slipped into a flowerbed behind it. Amidst

the vibrant blossoms, Tang Anxin's movement caused the leaves to sway, and he vanished in an instant, leaving only a pale yellow daisy to fall silently. [The End]

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