[A secret affair of Dai Qisi, the Purple-Robed Dragon King (plus a "true ending")]

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The story takes place at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Near a secluded village, an elderly couple
is fighting a group of Mongol warriors who have surrounded them. The two appear frail and old, but are actually quite skilled, especially the old woman, whose movements and techniques
are incredibly unpredictable; her martial arts are comparable to those of a renowned sect leader. Within moments, they
have killed most of the tall, burly Mongol warriors, each wielding a military sword.
Just as the couple is about to finish off their enemies, a wandering monk suddenly appears. His face is scarred with dozens of horrific
wounds, making his original appearance almost unrecognizable. His reddish-brown hair suggests he is not from Central China. He seems to be
the leader of the warriors, drawing his sword and striking the couple. The monk moves with lightning speed, too fast to react to. His
movements are even more impressive than the old woman's unpredictable attacks. The elderly couple were both taken aback, realizing they had encountered a master.
They dared not be careless; the old woman engaged the monk, while the old man focused on eliminating the remaining henchmen.
However, the monk's martial arts were extremely high and diverse. In a short time, he displayed four or five completely different sword techniques, sometimes sweeping and
powerful, sometimes complex and unpredictable, making it difficult for his enemies to defend and impossible to discern his school or style.
Faced with such varied moves, the old woman was completely at a disadvantage
. If the monk hadn't repeatedly withdrawn his killing blows, she would have been dead long ago. Seeing his wife in danger, the old man rushed to her aid. The monk then turned and thrust a vicious
sword at the old man. The old woman knew her husband's martial arts were inferior to hers and that she would have no chance of avoiding this venomous attack. He immediately adopted the tactic of "besieging Wei to rescue
Zhao," swinging his staff at the old monk's head. Unexpectedly, the monk suddenly stopped the sword aimed at the old man, then
threw it back, using powerful internal force to deflect the old woman's cane before swiftly striking her vital points, subduing her. This move
was truly brilliant.
With the old woman restrained, the old man was also helpless and was captured by the monk in a few moves.
Unlike his previous actions against the old woman, where he repeatedly withdrew his killing blows, this monk seemed to deeply hate the old man. Having easily won, he didn't stop
, immediately delivering a powerful punch to the old man's chest, breaking several ribs instantly. As he grabbed the old man, ready
to strike again, he seemed to ponder for a moment, a strange smile appearing on his face. He lowered his fist, disdainfully
throwing the old man's limp body to the ground, and then struck several of his vital points.
Behind the ascetic, a Mongol warrior looked puzzled and murmured, "Bitter..." Before he could finish, the ascetic suddenly
struck back with a palm, smashing the man's head to pieces. He then killed the remaining warriors one by one with a few more moves.
The ascetic turned around and, to everyone's surprise, ripped off the old woman's face. A human skin mask fell away, revealing
a beautiful face with a high nose, deep-set eyes, and captivating beauty; her skin was also much whiter than that of women from the Central Plains. Upon seeing this, the ascetic's
ugly face revealed a half-smile, and he then ripped off the old woman's wig. It turned out that this
old woman was actually a stunningly beautiful foreign woman not yet thirty years old. She was Dai Qisi, the Purple-Robed Dragon King, who had been sent by the Persian sect to the Central Plains
several years ago to betray the Ming Cult with her husband, Han Qianye. The old man was, of course, her husband,
Han Qianye.
This greatly alarmed the couple. Since betraying the Ming Cult and changing their names to Golden Flower and Silver Leaf, they had always used their
superb disguise skills to conceal their identities. How could this monk know their true identities? Dai Qisi thought that since his appearance did not resemble that
of a person from the Central Plains, could he be sent by the Persian headquarters? If so, she, who had married another man, was surely doomed. She
immediately closed her eyes, thinking that she had committed the great taboo of the headquarters by losing her chastity, and after betraying the Ming Cult in the Central Plains and hiding in the martial world for many years, she still
could not escape death.
The monk glanced back at the old man, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred. Then he
pressed his body against the Purple-Robed Dragon King, embraced her with his arms, and pressed his dry lips to hers,
kissing her passionately from her snow-white, elegant neck to her beautiful, refined face.
Dai Qisi's face was flushed with extreme shame and indignation. She thought that as the holy maiden of the Persian headquarters, she was of noble status. When had she ever
suffered such humiliation in her life? Back in the Ming Cult, countless people admired the Purple-Robed Dragon King. Even the
handsome and dashing Right Envoy of Light, Fan Yao, was enamored with her, yet no one dared to show her the slightest disrespect. Who would have thought that today she would be
defiled by an ugly and unbearable monk? Helplessly, her vital points had been struck, and even biting her tongue to commit suicide was futile.
Feeling he had kissed enough, the monk reached out and stripped Dai Qisi of her clothes piece by piece, then removed his own rough and
tattered monk's robes. Revealing a body as white as snowflakes and cream, she was not only exceptionally fair-skinned but also
voluptuous, with high breasts, slightly upturned buttocks, and long, shapely legs. While her appearance
could rival that of beauties from the Central Plains, her figure was undeniably superior.
Any normal man would have been unable to resist such a captivating body. The monk was no exception.
He knelt down facing Dai Qisi, his hands fondling her high, firm breasts, kneading them into various shapes. Then, aiming
between her legs, he secretly channeled his internal energy and thrust his penis in like a weapon, followed by violent
thrusting. What appeared to be ordinary intercourse was actually accompanied by a completely different surge of internal energy each time
, as irresistible as his swordsmanship.
Since their marriage, Dai Qisi had never been satisfied with Han Qianye's lack of skill and small penis. She
had been without sexual intercourse for several months. While the monk's penis wasn't exceptionally large, it was far superior to her husband's, and the precise
insertion, accompanied by superior internal energy, sometimes forceful, sometimes unconventional, offered a sensation far beyond what Han
Qianye could provide. He also pinched her nipples for enhanced stimulation. The monk's body was unlike that of ordinary barbarians or monks
; it was exceptionally well-built. If not for her extremely ugly appearance, most women would have been captivated at first sight. Normally, Dai
Qisi would have screamed in agony at such intense pleasure, but now, with her pressure points sealed, she couldn't even utter a sound. Her eyes
rolled upwards incessantly. At first, she could still control her body, but with the monk's thrusts and the
flow of internal energy, she could no longer endure it. Her body writhed with each thrust. Soon, she was drenched in fragrant
sweat, and her consciousness gradually blurred with the stimulation, forgetting that she was being humiliated and raped.
After a few more thrusts, some of her pressure points were broken. Although she still couldn't commit suicide, she could still make sounds. Ignoring her husband
watching, she cried out in lewdness.
What she didn't know was that this monk had stolen many internal energy techniques for sexual intercourse from Lu Zhangke, one of the Xuanming Elders, a notorious lecher in the martial arts world
, and then integrated them into his own martial arts, improving upon them. Even more unbelievable...
The strange thing is, although this monk had secretly studied and improved this strange and lewd technique, he had never used it on any woman,
but had kept his virginity until now, waiting to use it on Dai Qisi with all his might. That's why it had such power.
Not to mention her, even Abbess Miejue wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Unlike ordinary lecherous thieves, whose faces now only showed smugness and pleasure, this monk's expression was a mixture of smugness, malice,
and pain, making his already ugly face even more distorted and terrifying. While exerting all his strength in his lower body
, he also frantically kissed Dai Qisi's face. The two didn't seem to be committing rape, but rather like a pair of lovers deeply in love
, engaging in intercourse without regard for others.
Watching the two of them intimately intercourse, Mr. Yinye, Han Qianye, was naturally wishing he were dead. Seeing someone
rape his wife in front of him was already the most humiliating thing for a man. He didn't understand the monk's technique,
only that his wife was unable to extricate herself from the face of rape. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard the lady's loud, lewd cries beside him, making him
want nothing more than to die for release. Unfortunately, his acupoints were also sealed, preventing him from committing suicide.
After half an hour of intercourse, the monk, without warning, released his essence along with an incomparably pure and powerful
, yet gentle, internal force into Dai Qisi's flower. At the moment of ejaculation, her beautiful body convulsed violently, and she
let out the loudest cry of their intercourse, using all her remaining internal energy. Then, as the internal force subsided, her body
relaxed, her eyes rolled back, and she temporarily lost consciousness. The monk continued to lie on top of her, kissing and caressing every inch of her delicate
skin…
When Dai Qisi regained consciousness and remembered their previous encounter, she was filled with shame and indignation. She
cursed the monk loudly. The monk, however, was not angry; he merely exerted a slight force and touched her body with his penis. The woman shuddered again
, finding the stimulation indescribable. She knew her body couldn't withstand the monk's advances, and if
he did it again, her earlier outburst would be a joke. She had no choice but to shut up. A smile appeared on the monk's face as he
gently patted Dai Qisi's buttocks, watching her white flesh tremble wantonly with great satisfaction.
The monk stood up, picked up the sword lying to the side, and walked towards the furious Mr. Yinye. Dai Qisi knew he was going to
kill him, and she abandoned her pride, pleading for him to spare her husband. The monk didn't rush to kill her. He slowly walked over and
wrote a few words crookedly with his left hand. He then pulled Mr. Yinye over to look; apparently, he was mute and couldn't
speak.
Looking at these words, the Purple-Robed Dragon King's eyes nearly bulged out. It turned out the monk had made a bet with her:
if she didn't moan within fifteen thrusts of his penis inside Dai Qisi's anus, he would release Mr. Yinye.
She knew her own body, but to save her husband's life, she had no choice but to agree.
The monk then moved behind Dai Qisi, spreading her plump buttocks apart, and slowly inserted his penis into her virgin territory.
Normally, anal sex without lubrication would cause considerable pain for a woman, but the monk's thrusts, imbued with gentle internal force,
caused Dai Qisi little pain, only extreme pleasure. Knowing her husband's life depended on this, she gritted her teeth,
vowing not to utter a sound.
The first three thrusts were all imbued with gentle internal force, yet also contained a few moments of fierceness, constantly stimulating
the sensitive areas of her anus. Despite her best efforts to endure, Dai Qisi's body began to tremble.
Three more fierce thrusts brought intense pleasure to the areas of her anus that had already been aroused
. At this moment, Dai Qisi was covered in sweat, and her body trembled even more violently than during the previous intercourse. She
never dreamed that anal sex could produce such wonderful sensations. At this moment, her consciousness was gradually
consumed by pleasure, leaving only a last shred of resistance...
The next thrust turned gentle, followed by a burst of pure, fierce internal energy. This alternation shattered the woman
's last struggle, and she screamed wildly, fueled by her internal energy. After the first thrust, Dai Qisi's remaining
rationality still tried to make her argue that it hurt, but the second scream and the subsequent continuous moans completely
shattered that last laughable hope...
Watching the monk feed her heartbroken husband the deadly poison, Dai Qisi felt as if her heart was being torn apart. But she knew that
her previous actions had already "killed" Mr. Yinye. Gradually regaining her rationality, she began to think:
there are countless masters in the world, so it's not surprising that such a person exists. He shouldn't be from the Persian sect, but how he knew their
identities was truly a mystery. Countless men had admired and pursued her, yet she couldn't recall
a mute monk with such formidable martial arts skills and a terrifying appearance…
Thinking this, the monk approached and gave her some medicine, causing her to faint.
At this moment, the mute monk suddenly spoke: "Hmph, in what way am I unworthy of you? In what way am I inferior to this
Han boy? But so be it! Today, I'll use my beauty to conquer you, thoroughly humiliating that damned
brat. This is far more satisfying than when you threw yourself into my arms and asked me to marry you and spend my life with you, hahahaha
!" He then burst into laughter and vanished in a flash.
From then on, Mr. Silver Leaf never spoke a word to his wife again, the poison constantly taking effect. In truth, Dai Qisi was a
chaste woman. If it weren't for the monk's exceptional martial arts skills and talent, coupled with years of preparation, even if she had encountered Lu Zhangke,
she would never have lost her virtue so easily. Mr. Silver Leaf simply couldn't understand it. Meanwhile, Dai Qisi, resuming her attire as Granny Jin Hua,
tirelessly searched for a cure for her husband, but to no avail. Several months later, she discovered she was pregnant with the monk's child. Despite her best efforts
to conceal it, Master Yinye eventually found out. Devastated, Master Yinye became completely insane and soon
passed away. Afterwards, Dai Qisi gave birth to a daughter named Xiao Zhao, but she did not treat her like her own.
She forced her to learn the art of Qimen Dunjia and made her pretend to be a servant at Bright Peak, risking her life to steal the
Great Shift of the Universe manual.
As for the monk, Dai Qisi never investigated his identity, let alone sought revenge. She knew from that moment on that she
was no longer able to resist the monk's power and feared that a reunion would leave her completely unable to escape, becoming
a plaything of her husband's killer.

To clear up any confusion for readers unfamiliar with 　　 * The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, the following explanation is provided.
In the original novel, when Hu Qingniu relayed the story of Granny Jin Hua and Mr. Yin Ye's poisoning and injuries, he said, "I inquired
about the poisoner and learned it was done by a mute monk from the Western Regions under the command of the Mongols. It had nothing to do with my wife. However, since I have
stated that I will not treat anyone except members of the Ming Cult, I cannot make an exception for these two." Regarding
their poisoning condition, "The old lady's poisoning was not severe; she could heal herself with her own internal energy. The old island master had no cure."
Furthermore, Fan Yao's unusual fear when facing Xiao Zhao, who resembled his mother, is almost undeniable
. "Fan Yao turned and left the shop. As he passed Xiao Zhao, he suddenly froze, his face contorted with shock, as if he had suddenly
seen some terrifying ghost. He cried out, 'You...you...'"
This almost definitively proves that he was the murderer of Mr. Yinye.
Several points are not explained in the original text:
How did Fan Yao know their identities? It's very likely that he learned from Xie Xun that the golden flower was a
wedding gift for them. Combined with the connection between Yinye and Han Qianye's name, it wouldn't be difficult to understand their true identities.
Even if she wanted to steal the Qiankun Great Shift manual to atone for her crime, not trusting anyone other than her daughter, she had no choice but to let her daughter
suffer. Why did Dai Qisi, a master of disguise, wear a human skin mask to pretend to be an old woman all day, yet let her daughter,
a beautiful mixed-race woman, simply rely on winking and making faces to pretend to be ugly? Not only could she not pretend while sleeping, but she would also easily be exposed
. Even an ordinary person would easily notice, let alone someone as astute as Yang Xiao? This can probably only be
explained by the daughter not being her husband's child.
The second half is mainly to complete the story; the focus isn't on the sex scenes, so I won't repost it.
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More than twenty years have passed, and the world has changed. The Purple-Robed Dragon King was captured by a large force from the Persian headquarters,
despite being rescued by Zhang Wuji and others. However, the Persian kings used various tricks, tampering with the ship and nearly causing everyone to perish at
sea.
Dai Qisi, because Xiao Zhao wasn't her husband's child, had been repeatedly tormented since childhood, forcing her to suffer greatly. At this critical
moment, her daughter Xiao Zhao became her lifeline again, sacrificing herself to become the new leader of the Persian headquarters. This saved
everyone's lives.
After Xiao Zhao bid farewell to her beloved Zhang Wuji, the Persian ship slowly sailed towards the headquarters. Under the watchful eyes of many masters,
Dai Qisi fell into silent contemplation. As a saintess, she had violated a grave taboo within the sect, not only losing her virginity but also marrying another
man. Although she could escape the burning at the stake because her daughter had become the sect leader, severe punishment was still unavoidable. The power of the sect's kings
was already deeply entrenched, and many were highly skilled in martial arts and exceptionally intelligent; they were far beyond the reach
of a girl like Xiao Zhao, with her weak martial arts skills and no foundation within the sect. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh.
Fortunately, her extremely humiliating past, which she dared not recall even now,
was known only to the two of them in the world. If outsiders knew about this…
After the ship had sailed for several hours, it was time for dinner. The Persian sect had chosen a new leader, and
everyone was overjoyed, even the female envoys were drinking heartily. Although Dai Qisi and her daughter were heartbroken
, they were hungry and ate a little. However, not long after, Xiao Zhao, the Persian kings, and the envoys all
became limp and unconscious. Dai Qisi felt utterly weak. She only vaguely saw one of the fallen
soldiers rise and walk towards her before everything went black.
She didn't know how much time had passed before the Purple-Robed Dragon King opened her eyes, still feeling sore and weak all over. She
found herself in a spacious and beautiful room on a bed. A burly man in his forties stood a
foot away, followed by a row of maids, all of whom looked like people from the Central Plains. Looking out the window, Dai Qisi saw
green mountains and clear waters, a valley like a paradise, and knew she was not in Persia.
Just as she was about to speak, the burly man bowed and said, "This… young lady, don't be alarmed. My
master sent people to bring you here. No one on the ship was harmed." He seemed unsure how to
address Dai Qisi, so he simply used the title "young lady." In truth, although Dai Qisi was still beautiful, she had been a widow for
over twenty years, and her daughter was already a graceful young woman. The word "young lady" is quite inappropriate here.
"Where is your master? Bring him to me." Despite his utter weakness, the Purple-Robed Dragon King remained as
aloof as ever.
"I am truly sorry, but my master is currently preoccupied with important matters. Please rest here for several months, young lady
. My servants and I will certainly treat you as an honored guest. When my master returns, he will explain everything to you." The Great Man's tone
remained respectful, his face beaming with smiles.
"No need," Dai Qisi tried her best to stand up and escape, but found that she had lost all her martial arts skills. "You haven't even...
"
"We know, but your martial arts are too high. If you were to recover, how could we be your match? If
our master returns and finds that we couldn't stop you, we'd all be in trouble!" The burly man looked troubled and
turned to the maids behind him, loudly ordering, "Take good care of this young lady, and don't neglect her in the slightest!"
After hearing the maids' response, he then said to Dai Qisi, "Besides leaving, if you have any difficulties, just tell us, and
we will do our best." He then bowed to her and left.
For the next few months, Dai Qisi was forced to live in this place. These maids were all skilled in martial arts and
meticulous. Although they were all respectful and served her wholeheartedly as if she were their own mistress,
serving her different delicacies every day, these maids also kept watch day and night, constantly on guard against her suicide and escape.
Dai Qisi tried several times to escape, but failed each time. However, each failure didn't
faze them; they simply apologized softly, hoping Dai Qisi would understand their predicament. Meanwhile, the Purple-Robed Dragon King noticed the drug's
effects were slightly waning, so she secretly kept quiet while outwardly pretending to have lost all her martial arts skills.
Finally, one day, feeling her power fully restored, Dai Qisi suddenly unleashed her killings, slaughtering all her servants
and escaping. After running a few miles, she considered where to go, lamenting that there was no
place for her, the Purple-Robed Dragon King, in either the Central Plains or Persia. Just then, a burly figure suddenly rushed in and struck her pressure points
. Upon seeing who it was, the Purple-Robed Dragon King couldn't help but cry out in alarm. This person was the monk who had raped her twenty years ago.
Without a moment's delay, the ascetic tore off her clothes. Although more than twenty years had passed,
the beauty of the Purple-Robed Dragon King's body had not diminished with the passage of time; on the contrary, it had gained a more mature charm, especially her breasts and buttocks, which appeared even more full
. The ascetic roughly pushed her to the ground, back up, and began slapping her tender white buttocks with his large hands. Dai Qisi was already
extremely afraid of him, and was almost stunned. When her buttocks were red and swollen, he inserted his tongue into her vagina and began to play with oral
sex.
Since being raped by the ascetic more than twenty years ago, Mr. Silver Leaf had become a living dead and died soon after. Dai Qisi
had never had sex again in all these years. How could she endure the teasing of her vagina with his tongue? In just a short while
, her body began to tremble again. Her injured buttocks hurt terribly when they touched the sand and gravel on the ground, but she
couldn't care less at the moment. In a short while, countless small wounds appeared on Dai Qisi's bare buttocks. Her nipples
were also red. In truth, the ascetic hadn't used any internal energy; it was simply that the Dragon King, having abstained from sexual relations for many years and
haunted by the events of twenty years ago, had lost control. The ascetic then played with several fingers for almost half an hour, causing
Dai Qisi to moan uncontrollably, just as she had twenty years ago.
In the blink of an eye, a whooshing sound rang out, and the ascetic dodged to the side,
rushing into the forest from which the hidden weapon had been thrown. Then came the sounds of fighting. Dai Qisi, her consciousness already in disarray, writhed and twisted
, completely oblivious to what was happening in the forest.
A moment later, it seemed a battle had been decided. A middle-aged man, dressed elegantly, strode up
to Dai Qisi. Though he appeared to be in his forties or fifties, he possessed striking features—sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and
a tall, upright figure—but he carried a severed head, stained with blood. Dai Qisi could never forget this man; he was none other than Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of Light, who had disappeared many years ago and had pursued her
unsuccessfully. Seeing that the Purple-Robed Dragon King was completely naked, Fan Yao quickly turned his face away and took off his clothes to cover
her. Then he said softly, "Over the years, I have been very worried about you. When I heard that the Persian sect's large force of experts came
looking for the Holy Maiden, I immediately sent my subordinates to devise a plan to rescue you. However, this lecherous thief has been lurking here for the past few months.
He is highly skilled in martial arts, and I was afraid you would be harmed, so I had my servants temporarily disable your skills..." Dai Qisi saw that the head
was wearing the same headband as the monk who had raped her, and his face was scarred and unrecognizable. Immediately, gratitude appeared in her eyes
. However, she could no longer endure the urges in her lower body. Only Fan Yao could relieve the itch that had been aroused
for more than twenty years. But at this moment, she could not even speak properly and just kept moaning, hoping that he would understand her meaning.
Fan Yao seemed confused at first, but after releasing the Purple-Robed Dragon King's pressure points and seeing her moaning incessantly, he
hesitated, pointing to his genitals with one hand and himself with the other. Dai Qisi could no longer endure it and recklessly tore off
the Right Envoy's clothes. She was utterly uninhibited, even twisting her plump buttocks to present her lower body to Fan Yao
's penis, actively allowing it to enter her already overflowing, lustful orifice.
With such a beautiful body and such initiative, what man in the world could resist? Fan Yao, no longer restrained,
channeled his inner force into her core. Although the method was simple and far inferior to that of the monk from years past, it was enough to satisfy
Dai Qisi at this moment. She felt Fan Yao's inner force was astonishing, flowing through her orifice and reaching her entire body, making her feel incredibly comfortable. Her body trembled
even more violently, and she embraced Fan Yao, kissing his face, neck, and even his chest passionately. Although Fan Yao was continuously channeling
his energy in his lower body, his upper body was not too unrestrained, only gently kissing her oval cheeks. At this moment,
due to some unknown desire, Dai Qisi concentrated her inner force in her lower body, causing Fan Yao's continuously thrusting inner force
to clash with it.
Both were top-tier martial artists of their time, possessing profound internal strength, yet their masters were completely different. Dai Qisi's Persian Ming Cult internal strength was more
yin and unpredictable, while Fan Yao's was a harmonious blend of yin and yang, extremely robust. These two drastically different internal energies clashed within Dai Qisi's vagina
, creating a pleasure that defied description. Not to mention her clitoris, each surge
sent a powerful jolt through their entire bodies. Not only was Dai Qisi already drenched in sweat, experiencing a blissful ecstasy, but Fan
Yao could no longer restrain himself, his body trembling violently as he relentlessly kissed Dai Qisi's entire body. Despite the considerable drain on their internal
energy, neither cared, continuing to channel their internal energy into their bodies for their lovemaking.
The two internal energies clashed for half an hour, until finally, Fan Yao, with his profound strength, completely broke through
Dai Qisi's concentrated internal energy, pouring all his essence into her clitoris. Both men had nearly exhausted their strength
in this exchange. Dai Qisi, overwhelmed by the continuous pleasure, could no longer bear it and fainted, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
When she awoke, she found herself back in the room where she had been imprisoned, on her bed. Fan Yao was watching
over her, his face filled with joy and concern. She immediately embraced the Right Envoy's neck and wept. She knew Fan Yao
had shown her countless kindnesses, not only defending her for her unauthorized passage through the secret passage over twenty years ago, but also
rescuing her from the Persian Grand Master and the mute monk, and avenging her husband's death. Having already acted irrationally
, she had no other recourse but to repay him with her body…
Meanwhile, in the wilderness, most of the monk's body had been burned to charcoal, the rest carried away by wild dogs.
Afterwards, Dai Qisi learned that uprisings were breaking out across the land, the Mongol emperor powerless to suppress them, and the world was in chaos
. Zhang Wuji had retired, and Yang Xiao was struggling to gain popular support. Zhu Yuanzhang was a master of political maneuvering and seemed poised to seize the throne . Fan
Yao, along with his trusted confidants and spies whom he had cultivated over the years, left the Ming Cult to avoid their demise. The couple could only remain in this
secluded paradise, spending their lives together.
It was an ordinary moonlit night. Dai Qisi had already gone to bed, and Fan Yao, pacing outside, pondered
the events of the past years.
Over twenty years ago, posing as the Bitter Monk, he conquered Dai Qisi, humiliating her
to the extreme. However, Prince Ruyang was constantly busy with other tasks, leaving him little opportunity to search for the elusive Dai Qisi
. Fan Yao then used these years to collect elixirs to restore his appearance, and later
received considerable help from Zhang Wuji, a disciple of Hu Qingniu. After escaping the Ming Cult, he regained his handsome face and dyed his hair back to its original color. Now,
no one who didn't know the truth would ever guess that he was the Bitter Monk under Prince Ruyang. More than half a year ago, hearing
that the Persian sect was sending people to search for the Holy Maiden, he ordered his men, who had infiltrated the Persian sect, to come along. After Xiao Zhao
became the sect leader, he secretly slipped a sleeping potion into the food and drink. Although this potion was far less potent than the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder, it was
colorless, odorless, and difficult to detect. Furthermore, the Persians, having just achieved great success, were less vigilant, allowing Fan Yao's men
to easily succeed.
Back when he was the Right Envoy of the Brightness Cult, he had already recruited more than ten masters as loyal bodyguards. Yang
Dingtian had already noticed this, but at that time, there were undercurrents within the Ming Cult, especially among the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng and the Left Envoy of the Brightness
Cult Yang Xiao, who were the most ambitious and already had a considerable number
of trusted followers. So, the Cult Leader Yang didn't take it seriously. Meanwhile, Fan Yao, who had disguised himself and entered the Western Regions and infiltrated the Ruyang Prince's mansion over the years, had also recruited many spies. This time, he easily
abducted Dai Qisi to his side. In fact, with his martial arts skills,
it would have been easy for him to make the Purple-Robed Dragon King a submissive plaything. However, since he had successfully killed Mr. Silver Leaf and vented his anger, his
love for Dai Qisi had been largely restored, and he was unwilling to treat her so badly. Knowing that she would never
submit to him so easily, he devised this plan. First, he donned a mask and wig to revert to his identity as a wandering monk, then had his subordinates act
as scapegoats in a play, before revealing his true self to rescue the damsel in distress. However, Dai Qisi's willingness to engage in sexual intercourse was
unexpected. Fortunately, he hadn't used the same methods as twenty years ago, and his
internal strength and physique had changed over the years, so she couldn't see through his disguise.
He recalled how, back then, he was both handsome and virtuous, and deeply in love with Dai Qisi, yet she had shown him no respect and
married another—a humiliation he considered utterly shameful. This led to his vicious revenge twenty years ago. Over the
years, he had spies in the Western Regions and had painstakingly orchestrated this scheme, ensuring that the most beautiful woman in the world would be grateful and
marry him. Although the methods were despicable, if Dai Qisi truly returned to Persia, she would inevitably face severe punishment, and
would have no place to stand in the war-torn Central Plains. Thus, spending the rest of their lives together in a secluded paradise was the best possible
outcome. Thinking this, Fan Yao was satisfied and turned 　　 to
go back inside. His wife's harem was waiting for him to frolic
in.

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