flesh and blood eroticism

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"Look, in this mortal world, most people are unworthy of being human; they are insects, apes. They are bound by too many constraints, destined to live mediocre lives, fit only to be slaves. But a human being lives to be strong. Transcending the mundane, severing all emotions and righteousness. Above all things. Fearless of divine laws, undaunted by darkness.
Only by breaking divine laws can one find oneself. Only by venturing into darkness can one be reborn…" Whenever I recall my master's profound and solemn words, a strange impulse and excitement surge within me.
To live up to my master's diligent nurturing and earnest expectations, to realize the dream in my heart, I must become strong, trampling all things under my feet. If anyone dares to obstruct me, no matter who they are, I will slay gods and Buddhas alike. Driven by lofty
ideals, I will not waste this life.
"Sword in hand, turban straightened, youth on horseback, dust rising."
An ancient temple within the territory of the Kingdom of Memphis on the Southern Continent.
The brickwork on the walls had crumbled, the statues on the altar were indistinguishable, and the air reeked of mildew.
But for me, who considered any place my home, there was nothing to complain about.
I lit a fire and sat silently beside it. After what seemed like an eternity, several piercing screams shattered the silence of the night, interspersed with a woman's weeping and cries for help. I remained motionless, still sitting by the fire, continuing to consider my next move. Killing and bloodshed were all too commonplace for someone from a demonic sect like myself; the affairs of the martial world held no interest for me whatsoever.
The cries and pleas for help grew closer, and the dilapidated temple door was violently pushed open. "Help…please save me!" Disheveled long hair, a fair and delicate face, eyes filled with fear and unease, and clothes mostly torn, revealing a voluptuous woman through her exposed skin.
She stumbled towards me, then hid behind me. Suddenly, the fire dimmed, and the temperature plummeted. A new figure appeared in the temple, his thin, dark frame standing like a javelin before me, his eyes gleaming with the light of a predator eyeing its prey.
The woman behind me gripped my arm tightly, weeping, "Please, save me, save me!"
I merely stared at her coldly, freeing my arm from her grasp. Grabbing her hair, ignoring the pain and despair on her face, I tossed her before the man in black, saying, "I won't interfere. Do as you please." In truth, I wasn't afraid of the man in black. As the disciple of the Demonic King of Slaughter, after my master's devilish teachings and hellish training, I wouldn't easily admit defeat even against an unparalleled master. I simply didn't want to get involved in this trivial matter.
In the cold temple, the woman stared at the man in black in terror. The tragedy still reverberated in her mind—so many family members had fallen, and her husband was fighting this demon. The once handsome swordsman, though still dressed in pristine white, now had a pale face marked with sword wounds, his eyes filled with anxiety and fear. He cried out in anguish, "You don't know martial arts! Run! I'll hold him off! Remember, our enemy is the Yinshan evil spirit, the Black Corpse! Let the Nangong family avenge me!" The
fierce battle resumed, blood and flesh splattering everywhere. Tears welled in her eyes. Their past life, like that of a divine couple, had been the envy of countless others, but all of that was shattered in this moment. Her family members, who had been protecting her, fell one by one, their screams growing ever closer. The pain in her heart overwhelmed the physical agony; she ran tirelessly, falling, getting up, falling again, getting up again. Her clothes were torn in countless places. The once graceful and serene woman now only knew how to run, run, run.
At the foot of the mountain not far away stood a dilapidated temple, from which a faint light emanated. She rushed inside as if seeing a savior. Inside the temple, only a young man sat quietly, his clothes tattered, a long sword hanging at his waist suggesting he knew martial arts. For some reason, looking at him brought a sense of peace and warmth to her heart. She ran towards him, grabbing his arm tightly, as if it offered a sliver of security.
The black corpse finally caught up, and her vision blurred; her husband had finally succumbed to death. The young man threw her out, his icy words plunging her into a deep abyss.
"You've already obtained the Fire-Resistant Divine Robe, why do you still want to kill us all? The Nangong family and my father will not let you go!" the woman cried out in grief and anger.
Hearing the words "Fire-Resistant Divine Robe," I couldn't help but feel a surge of interest in what was happening before me.
According to the "Records of Divine Creatures" in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, "Fire-resistant cloth is produced in extremely hot places. It must be washed in fire; the cloth will turn the color of fire, and the dirt will turn the color
of the cloth. When taken out of the fire and shaken, it will be as white as snow. It is impervious to water and fire, and can withstand arrows even when worn open at the chest, its edges easily broken." Several years ago, the master needle-wielder Qianye Yu accidentally discovered "Fire-resistant cloth" in a lava cave. He spent five years painstakingly crafting the "Fire-resistant Divine Garment" using his family's secret Thousand Embroidery Needle Technique combined with his internal energy cultivation technique. This garment became a renowned protective armor in the Southern Continent. He then gave it to his beloved daughter, the Divine Needle Jade Maiden Qianye Wu, who, despite not liking martial arts since childhood, had already excelled in needlework. After Qianye Wu married into the Nangong family, she gave the Fire-resistant Divine Garment to her husband, Nangong Changhua. Nangong Changhua, relying on his Fire-Washed Divine Robe and the Nangong family's unparalleled sword technique, the Heavenly Clarity and Earthly Turbidity Four Void Swords, defeated several top young masters of the time, making him unparalleled in the younger generation of the Memphis Kingdom.
Chapter Two: The Mysterious Youth
"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" The man in black looked down at her with a mocking gaze, then at me, licking his lips. The excitement after the kill made him unusually thrilled; this kid before him didn't exude any of the aura of a master. Sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in tattered clothes, the only conspicuous thing on his body was the long sword hanging at his waist. But the tattered and worn-out scabbard only made it look like scrap metal. His expressionless face suggested he was terrified; his forced calmness betrayed his fear and unease. There were too many such wandering youths in the martial world; this kid was just a piece of trash.
The laughter, like the wisps of smoke in the night, rang out again. The black corpse turned its gaze to the woman's beautiful skin peeking out from beneath her tattered clothes, its throat bobbing involuntarily: "If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze. I'll be terrified if I don't kill you all. But I'll let you die comfortably, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Nangong family, Qianye Yu's precious daughter."
The woman sensed the black corpse's intentions and became even more terrified, frantically trying to cover her skin with her clothes. However, in this miserable environment, this action only further stimulated the black corpse's desire.
"Let me deal with this fly first before I enjoy you." With that, the ghastly green blade pointed at me, a chilling killing intent surging towards me. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Even a peaceful night's sleep was disturbed. This ghastly green longsword was probably the Green Gu Soul-Locking Sword of the Black Mountain Demon Black Corpse. As the sword energy radiated, it could emit ghastly green aura, causing enemies to lose consciousness. But to me, this was just a toy. I sprang into the air, using a "Shifting Stars" technique to leap across the fire with incredible speed. The "God of Slaughter" sword at my waist was unsheathed, its black blade flashing with a dark light, as if cheering for finally being able to drink blood again after a long period of silence.
The Black Corpse broke out in a cold sweat when I leaped up. The momentum of the Green Cup Soul-Locking Sword had been broken by the God of Slaughter; moving forward would only hasten his death. He frantically activated his protective inner energy, leaping backward, his longsword dancing into a net of swords. But it was too late. My sword blade expanded little by little before his eyes, finally piercing his throat. With another "Reversal of Heaven and Earth," I floated back behind the fire. The Black Corpse stared at me in disbelief before dying, blood gushing from his throat, saying, "Why..." before collapsing to the ground. It
wasn't so easy for me to kill the Black Corpse. He had been famous for many years and had finally managed to reach the fifty-seventh place on the Southern Continent's Black List. But the old man, lacking self-respect, after a bloody rampage, obtained the Fire-Resistant Robe and even got to enjoy Nangong's delicacies—truly, his career and lust would reach new heights.
Just as he was about to use his second-level power to kill me, this fly, he unexpectedly lost his own life.
He couldn't understand until his death how a beggar-like youth, seemingly cowardly and afraid of death, could be a top-tier master. But carelessness is always a fatal flaw, so Black Corpse, the fifty-seventh-ranked master on the Black List, didn't even have time to make a move before being helplessly defeated by my black sword.
The woman sitting on the ground stared at me in surprise. I smiled and said, "This Black Corpse is very skilled, so I had to hand you over to make him underestimate me. Then I took advantage of his carelessness to kill him." In my heart, I thought: He died without even a move; he's really strong. However, it would be foolish not to take advantage of such a good deed. I added, "Go check the Black Corpse's body. See if the stolen Fire-Resistant Robe is on him."
The woman looked at the Black Corpse's body, hesitated for a moment, and finally checked it. Sure enough, she pulled a small, snow-white object from his robes. Holding the Fire-Resistant Robe tightly to her face, she burst into tears, probably thinking of her husband again.
Seeing Qianye Wu crying her eyes out, I remained silent. After all, this young talent from the small country of Memphis was far inferior to the Black Corpse, a master on the Black List. It probably wasn't easy for the Black Corpse to snatch this precious garment from Nangong Changhua, but Nangong Changhua's death must have been extremely gruesome.
I figured Qianye Wu would probably cry for two or three hours, so I slowly walked forward. I said softly, "You must be Madam Nangong?"
She seemed to only then remember me, her savior. She raised her head, her tear-filled eyes pitiful, and choked out, "I don't yet know your name, young hero, but I thank you so much for avenging me and saving my life. I am deeply grateful for your great kindness." With that, she knelt down and kowtowed.
I didn't stop her, but looked at her snow-white neck and said softly, "Madam Nangong, my name is not important, but what will you give me in return?"
Qianye Wu handed me the snow-white object in her hand and said, "Young hero, this is the Fire-Resistant Divine Robe that my father made with his life's blood, and it is also my husband's last keepsake. It is impervious to water and fire, and unharmed by swords. I give it to you today."
I grasped her outstretched hands and still smiled, "I'm afraid it's still not enough!" In my heart, I thought: Elder Black Corpse, I will continue to fight over your blood and corpses, and complete your unfinished work. You can rest in peace now. I
then unceremoniously let my gaze linger on her body. The tattered hem of her clothes revealed her fair and sexy thighs, her waist and abdomen forming a beautiful curve, and her high breasts supporting the clothes in a beautiful arc. Her large eyes, made even more pitiful by crying, made her mature face even more charming. The hands I grasped were snow-white and soft, with ten slender fingers, like ten small white fish.
"What did you say?" Chiba Mai's voice was slightly hoarse. The boy before her wore a cute smile, but his eyes reflected a hellish flame. He slowly spread the Fire-Washing Divine Robe on the ground, saying, "It fits perfectly." She only hoped that all of this was a dream.
"Ah! No! Ah! No…" After I pushed her down, Chiba Yan desperately grabbed the hem of the robe, twisting her body and screaming. I ignored Chiba Mai's cries. I forcefully tore open the hem of the robe, and Chiba Mai's lower body was completely exposed to the air. Her full buttocks were covered by snow-white panties. I gently stroked the snow-white panties and smiled, "As expected of the Divine Needle Jade Maiden's panties, the workmanship is truly exquisite. Did you make them yourself?"
Chiba Mai instinctively squeezed her thighs together, but the exhaustion and fright of the night had already left her weak and unable to resist. I easily separated Chiba Mai's thighs with my hands. She never dreamed that I, her savior, would turn into a demon in the blink of an eye.
"Could you lift your butt up a little?" I said with a smile. Chiba Mai was terrified and couldn't make a sound.
Seeing no reaction, I put one arm around Chiba Mai's waist and pulled down her panties with the other, revealing her smooth, snow-white lower abdomen and full buttocks.
Chapter 3: Unresolved Grudges
"I can't... please spare me, no. Why are you doing this?" Chiba Mai's upper body leaned back, her black hair flying, her two snow-white arms weakly resisting my assault.
"Perhaps it's Madam Nangong's beauty that makes people unable to control themselves!" I smiled.
"No, not there..." Her thighs, forced apart, convulsed. Chiba Mai twisted her slender waist, which was tightly embraced, with all her might. I looked down at her lower body; glossy black hair surrounded her labia, which were slightly wrinkled and a pale pink. I reached one hand between the red fleshy mountains in the middle, parted the two labia with my fingers, revealing the bright red tender flesh and the clitoris covered by thin skin. I lowered my head and began to suck on Chiba Mai's secret place with my tongue. Pubic hair, vulva, labia, clitoris, mucous membrane... every part was licked by me.
Chiba Mai was covered in cold sweat. Her previous cries of pain turned into beautiful moans. As she was being sucked, she felt as if she were floating on clouds. Her pale pink labia writhed constantly, and hot nectar seeped out in large quantities.
Under the constant humiliation, Chiba Mai's heart sank into the abyss. As the eldest daughter-in-law of the Nangong family, she had always been a dutiful wife, and her husband respected her greatly. Although the two were very loving, their sex life had always been uneventful. She never imagined she would be violated today by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. Although resistance was futile, ultimately unable to change her fate of being violated, the method itself made it even harder for her to accept.
Her heart was filled with disgust for this method, yet within that disgust lay a sweet pleasure.
The waves of stimulation from her lower body slowly melted away her shame;
thoughts of the Nangong family's dignity, her tragically deceased husband, and her future gradually faded from her mind. Her consciousness blurred, and she felt as if her entire body was on fire.
Suddenly, I bit her soft, sensitive clitoris, and Chiba Mai screamed. Waves of pleasure surged through her, finally reaching their peak. A satisfied expression, exceptionally alluring, graced her sexy, mature face. I lifted my head, tore off her top, and then unhooked her bra, revealing her snow-white, full breasts and smooth abdomen. Now she was completely naked. Looking at her captivating body, I slowly removed my own clothes.
Chiba Mai collapsed to the ground, her long black hair cascading over her snow-white shoulders. She tilted her head back, her eyes slightly open, filled with desire, staring blankly at me. So many things had happened in one night: her husband's murder, the pursuit by the black corpse, the boy's humiliation, the shame after her orgasm—one after another, leaving her breathless.
"Spare me!" Chiba Mai croaked.
"Weren't you enjoying yourself just now?" I said, smiling, and showed her some of her nectar through her vulva with my finger. Chiba Mai's face flushed even more, her breath coming in short gasps, a complex and unreadable expression in her eyes.
"Such sexy breasts." My hands began to knead Chiba Mai's breasts. Chiba Mai closed her eyes tightly, furrowed her brow, and slightly raised her chin, panting. The stimulation of her breasts sent waves of erotic pleasure through her body.
Then I kissed Chiba Mai's beautiful lips. Chiba Mai kept her lips tightly closed, preventing my tongue from entering. I continued to knead Chiba Mai's breasts with one hand, while the other slid down to her lower abdomen. Chiba Mai only symbolically twisted her body slightly, without resisting. My fingers skillfully entered her vulva and began to thrust.
Honey-like fluid began to flow from her vulva again, and she let out beautiful moans. Her tightly closed mouth began to open, and her tongue extended. I used my tongue to suck on her tongue and mouth, and Chiba Mai let out even louder moans. The pleasure from her mouth, breasts, and lower body quickly spread throughout her entire body.
I felt the time was ripe. I left Chiba Mai's lips, parted the two labia of her lower body with both hands, and thrust my penis directly in. Chiba Mai slightly opened her lips, revealing her snow-white teeth, and let out a lewd moan from her throat. Her two snow-white arms hugged me tightly.
Thanks to the lubricating effect of the abundant vaginal fluid, I easily entered her soft vagina. With each thrust of my penis, much larger than average, Chiba Mai rhythmically writhed her hips, greedily savoring the pleasure brought by the enormous shaft. Each time the thick penis plunged into her vagina, Chiba Mai let out a soft, intermittent moan. I kissed Chiba Mai's red lips while kneading her full breasts.
With each vigorous thrust, her soft vagina tightened, and I smiled triumphantly, biting her tender red nipple hard. Chiba Mai reached another climax in that instant, but I remained unaffected, still enjoying the pleasure of her vaginal contractions, continuing my rhythmic thrusting…
The next morning, Chiba Mai awoke to find the ancient temple deserted. Only scattered clothes and bloodstains on the ground indicated that something unusual had happened the previous night. Her naked body and the waves of pain emanating from her lower body reminded her of the boy who had raped her. Strangely, she didn't hate the boy; instead, she felt a slight longing for that feeling. She shook her head sharply, as if trying to shake off the thought. "I'm not a promiscuous woman. He avenged Changhua and saved my life."
Lost in thought, a voice called out from afar, "Madam Nangong, where are you?" It was someone from the Nangong family. Qianye Wu quickly put on her tattered clothes, regaining her usual elegance and composure.
A few days later, astonishing news spread throughout the entire Kingdom of Memphis. Nangong Changhua, the eldest son of the Nangong family, and his wife Qianye Wu, on their way home from a family visit, encountered the evil spirit Black Corpse of Yinshan. Despite their valiant fight, they were defeated and killed. Madam Qianye Wu escaped with the help of a mysterious young man, and the "Fire-Resistant Divine Robe" disappeared without a trace.
Upon hearing this news, some lamented Nangong Changhua's untimely death, while others grieved for Qianye Wu's early widowhood. However, the most discussed topic was the identity of the mysterious young man—was he also after the armor? This incident added another mysterious chapter to the history of the Southern Continent.
Chapter Four: The Black Dragon Beast
The reason I didn't kill Chiba Mai to silence her was twofold. First, my master warned me: "The people of the Demonic Sect are too powerful, killing indiscriminately, making them like rats in the street in the eyes of the world. Politicians in various countries do many bad things, yet they don't receive much condemnation because they are good at disguising themselves." Second, judging from her words and actions tonight, Chiba Mai is a weak woman, only capable of passively accepting things. She cares about her reputation and the honor of the Nangong family, and wouldn't reveal that I had insulted her. A third reason flashed through my mind: deep down, even as a young person, I didn't want to live a bloody and murderous life
too early. Dawn was breaking, the eastern sky just beginning to lighten with a bluish-white hue. Under this light and shadow, the towering mountains, like a barrier, appeared even darker, making this autumn morning exceptionally mysterious. The surrounding fog grew thicker, and the chirping of insects and birds became inaudible. For some reason, I sensed a danger and became more vigilant.
Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind swept in from behind, sending me sprawling to the ground. I rolled away, but even so, my back was torn. Had I not been wearing the "Fire-Resistant Divine Robe" underneath, I would have been severely injured. I spun around on the ground and saw a monster. It was enormous, covered in gleaming black scales, with a lizard-like head. Its four thick claws carved cracks into the hard ground, and its massive tail had two rows of arrow-like plates. Its eyes burned with a chilling ferocity, and it kept emitting piercing growls at me.
"Black Dragon Beast!" I gasped. The Black Dragon Beast was a high-ranking demon beast among the demons, often appearing in the early morning fog, lurking within it. It was incredibly fast and possessed astonishing strength. Because the Demon Sect and the demon race had once allied, and my master was an elder of the Demon Sect, I learned this from him.
The Demonic Sect and the Demon Race are two different concepts. The Demonic Sect is composed of humans with extremely strong demonic energy, while the Demon Race is an alien race composed of vampires, werewolves, zombies, spirits, and high-level magical beasts. Of course, there are also some kind-hearted ones among them, such as dwarves and elves. However, since being defeated by the allied forces of various continental countries in the war between gods and demons six hundred years ago and sealed into the primordial underworld with the most powerful magic, the Demon Race has never appeared in the world. Our Demonic Sect has naturally gone underground, continuing to fight tirelessly in various places for our ideals. At that time, only a few demonic dragons remained, and it was said that they were all controlled by the people of the Demonic Sect. Could it be that the old woman brought them? If that old woman has arrived, my situation will be dire.
At this moment, the surrounding fog has become extremely thick, and the "Black Dragon Beast" slowly forms a dark shadow in my vision. I can't wait any longer; I must strike first. I slapped the scabbard, and "God of Slaughter" appeared in my hand. With a long roar, the sword tip pointed at the monster, and I charged towards it with a powerful killing intent.
Sword energy, like mercury spread across the ground, relentlessly attacked the monster. A black shadow flashed and vanished. The sword pierced empty air, a foul wind blowing overhead. I quickly slammed downwards, my body arching, and thrust "God of Slaughter" upwards.
Unexpectedly, the "Black Dragon Beast" was unusually alert; instead of contacting the blade, it slammed its massive claws across the sword. "God of Slaughter" was struck by an irresistible force, my wrist throbbing with pain. Simultaneously, its back was swept by the "Black Dragon Beast's" tail, sending it rolling several feet away. The
"Black Dragon Beast" roared, seemingly smug. Seizing the opportunity, I used all my strength as it raised its head, and "God of Slaughter" shot out like lightning. With a wild hiss, the monster seemed to have been struck, quickly retreating and disappearing into the mist.
Struck by the "Black Dragon Beast's" tail, I was seriously injured. I sat cross-legged on the ground, taking the opportunity to regulate my internal energy while focusing intently on sensing the changes in the surrounding airflow. The monster was moving rapidly nearby, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
I also sat quietly on the ground. The "God of Slaughter" was gone, and I was now unarmed. Even greater danger lay ahead, and I had to finish this quickly. A daring idea surfaced in my mind: to use the "Fire-Cleansing Divine Robe."
I shouted, "You filthy beast, come here! I'll beat you back into your mother's womb, drag you out of her ass, and then shove you into her belly button..."
The "Black Dragon Beast," being a sentient being, was provoked and growled incessantly, causing the surrounding airflow to swirl even faster. Suddenly, a chill descended from above me, but I remained motionless. The "Black Dragon Beast" pounced on me with incredible speed, its ferocious maw drawing ever closer to my head—six feet, five feet, four feet… its maw opened wide.
Instead of being alarmed, I was delighted. I reached my left hand into the "Black Dragon Beast's" mouth, bracing its jaws, and with lightning speed, plunged two fingers of my right hand into its eyes. The beast roared, and a searing pain shot through my left arm. I kicked the "Black Dragon Beast" in the abdomen with all my might—kicks I'd managed in that critical moment, the force of which was easily over a thousand pounds. The "Black Dragon Beast" roared again, its massive body flying through the air like a cannonball, crashing far into the middle of the mountain path, instantly dissipating the surrounding mist.
I staggered to my feet, drenched in cold sweat. It had been an extremely dangerous moment. If I hadn't been wearing the "Fire-Resistant Divine Robe," if I hadn't moved with incredible speed, I might have been the one lying on the ground. The "Black Dragon Beast" lay motionless, barely alive, blackish-green liquid continuously oozing from its eyes and mouth, while the "God of Slaughter" sword remained embedded in its shoulder blade. I walked over to it, pulled out the "God of Slaughter," and casually finished off the wretched creature. No relief came from my heart; the real trouble was yet to come.
I tore off my tattered outer clothes, revealing the snow-white "Fire-Resistant Divine Robe" beneath. I secretly rejoiced that I had worn the armor underneath; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to defeat the "Black Dragon Beast" so quickly. Even so, my left arm and back still throbbed with pain from time to time.
Not far away, a mournful flute melody drifted over, captivating the soul. My heart sank: "What's meant to be will be." So what if it was that old woman? I gripped my sword hilt tightly and walked towards the sound of the flute.
Chapter Five: Heavenly Melody and Demonic Dance .
In the distance stood a graceful young woman, with delicate features, captivating blue eyes, long golden hair cascading over her shoulders, and a colorful ribbon around her neck fluttering in the wind. Her snow-white arms peeked out from her sleeves as she elegantly played a jade flute. Her snow-white robes, combined with her slender and graceful figure and slim waist, made her appear even more alluring. She was like a celestial being; if it weren't for the recent battle, I would have thought I'd entered paradise.
Although the scenery before me was breathtaking, I knew this girl was extremely dangerous. She was very likely the disciple of Ming Youhui, the "Invincible Killer" among the five great killers of the Demonic Sect. Ming Youhui once dominated the martial arts world, winning every battle, and was the number one expert of the Demonic Sect besides its leader. Her "Melting Melody" and "Ghostly Demon Dance" were unparalleled. Unexpectedly, she was defeated by my master using the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Art and the "Killing God" sword, not only seizing the title of "Killing God" but also severely injuring Ming Youhui, forcing her to withdraw from the martial arts world. Before descending the mountain this time, my master specifically instructed me to be careful.
I called out in a deep voice, "Hey, little sister, you're the old woman's apprentice, aren't you?"
The girl put down her jade flute and let out a silvery laugh: "I guessed right! As expected of the apprentice of the 'Lord of Slaughter'. My name is Ni Yue'er. I'm here on my master's orders to capture you. I heard you came down the mountain and have been waiting on this road for a long time."
I smiled slightly: "Don't let me catch you then!"
Ni Yue'er giggled: "If you lose, come with me to see my master. If I lose, I'll be at your mercy. Brother, you must show mercy!" Her voice was sweet and captivating, full of alluring magnetism.
I remained unmoved, knowing that this contest was no small matter. It concerned not only my life but also my master's reputation. I had just exhausted myself defeating the "Black Dragon Beast," and hadn't slept all night. The enemy was well-rested and prepared, and I couldn't escape. I had no choice but to suppress all distracting thoughts, channeling my Heavenly Demon Art to its highest level, instantly elevating my spirit and energy to their peak. The "God of Slaughter" in my hand emitted a fierce killing intent, pointing towards Ni Yue'er.
Ni Yue'er was completely unaffected by the killing intent, walking towards me with a graceful gait. This feeling was very strange; although Ni Yue'er's movements were extremely slow, each step perfectly clear, she was already in front of me in an instant. The jade flute in her hand transformed into countless sharp rays in the air, swiftly striking various acupoints on my body, initiating the first round of attacks.
I quickly spun around, my body leaping into the air. The "God of Slaughter" conjured a thousand sword shadows, flawlessly blocking Ni Yue'er's storm of attacks. The sounds of clashing winds were incessant, and with a "poof," all the hundreds of sword shadows dissipated. I used the "Entanglement" technique of the Heavenly Demon Art to tightly absorb the jade flute in Ni Yue'er's hand, channeling my inner energy through the "God of Slaughter"
like a vast ocean towards her. As if by magic, I stood upside down in the air, my body perfectly
aligned with the tip of my flute, the "God of Slaughter" sword pointing directly at Ni Yue'er's body.
Ni Yue'er was fully prepared; if I continued to fight her, allowing her to unleash her full power of "Netherworld Melody" and "Ghostly Dance," I would undoubtedly lose. Therefore, I had no choice but to take a risky tactic, immediately engaging her in a contest of internal energy, relying on the immense power of my Heavenly Extreme Demonic Art to defeat her. She clearly hadn't expected me to use this method; her expression was grave, her face pale, and she used her Netherworld Evil Force to fight back. While I seemed to have the upper hand, I was secretly suffering. The Netherworld Evil Force pierced my body like needles, as if a million ants were gnawing at my heart.
Either my Heavenly Extreme Demonic Art would destroy Ni Yue'er's meridians, or her Netherworld Evil Force would pierce my heart. This continued for half an hour, giving me a deeper understanding of a woman's endurance. A trickle of blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, while Ni Yue'er, aside from being paler, showed no change.
A sharp "bang" rang out, and to our surprise, the jade flute, unable to withstand the immense force, shattered into a pile of jade dust, dissipating our combined power. Taking advantage of the situation, I thrust my sword straight at Ni Yue'er's forehead. Her clothes billowed, her long, black hair flying upwards like countless living venomous snakes, also lunging towards my head, intending to perish together with me. I quickly channeled my inner energy, changing "God of Slaughter" from a thrust to a slash, executing a "Shifting Stars" technique, retreating backwards. As my feet touched the ground, the excessive reversal of my inner energy caused me to cough up blood. A few strands of Ni Yue'er's flowing golden hair were sliced off by the "God of Slaughter's" sword energy, slowly drifting to the ground.
I barely managed to stand, regulating my scattered inner energy, my right hand so numb I could barely grip "God of Slaughter." Ni Yue'er, however, seemed unaffected. She smoothed her golden hair with her slender hand, her large eyes revealing a mixture of pity and resentment. At the same time, she sang a chant, her delicate body swaying slowly like a snake, making one want to both protect her and strip her naked, wanting to ravage her at will. Most strangely, the air seemed to be filled with a penetrating fragrance that could melt one's soul.
Finally, she unleashed the "Ghostly Demon Dance." Although she had broken Ni Yue'er's jade flute, preventing her from uttering "Netherworldly Melodies," this "Ghostly Demon Dance" was still extremely powerful. Ni Yue'er braced her right foot on the ground, bent her left leg, and twisted her body, spinning more than ten times, displaying a beautiful balance. Her hands struck various poses like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, her white robes and colorful ribbons fluttering in the wind, making her seem even more like a fairy descended from heaven, not belonging to this mortal world.
With each dance move and gesture, her expression shifted dramatically, sometimes like a pure fairy, sometimes like a wronged woman, sometimes like a young girl in love—her expressions were ever-changing, captivating and mesmerizing. Ni Yue'er smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes drifting to my face, alluring and seductive, her hands slowly unfastening her white silk robe.
Chapter Six: The Victory or Defeat.
Ni Yue'er stood shyly before me, her snow-white silk robe sliding down to her waist, revealing her proud breasts. It was unbelievable that such a slender body could possess such full breasts; her perfect body was flawless, neither too plump nor too thin. Her red-crowned nails lightly grazed her smooth, white skin, her body writhing like a snake, her bright red lips parted slightly, emitting moans of intercourse, as if waiting for me to possess her.
The powerful temptation immediately aroused my male instincts. My mind was filled with the half-naked image of Ni Yue'er, my legs moved forward uncontrollably, and the "God of Slaughter" in my hand slowly dropped. I kept reminding myself that she was trying to control my emotions and mind with seductive arts containing powerful spiritual energy. The beauty before me was actually a venomous snake in the guise of a fairy; if I fell into her net, I would be doomed. The "Heavenly Demon Art" circulated within my body, and I chanted the "Asura Mantra," instantly clearing my mind.
The "Asura God" was said to be the most powerful god in the demonic sects; his incantations could break all other evil spells. As the voice grew louder, each word I uttered was accompanied by a deafening "bang! bang!"
sound, as if gunpowder had exploded, and the air currents surged rapidly.
Under the spell, Ni Yue'er's body was attacked by the sonic energy, trembling uncontrollably, and the power of her seductive arts could no longer be exerted.
She giggled, "Good brother, you're so amazing! You win this round, let's fight again!" With a whirlwind,
Ni Yue'er was already dressed in her silk robes, her speed astonishing me. She slowly pulled a gleaming dagger from her bosom, leaping seven zhang into the sky, flying towards me like lightning. The third round of attack began.
I gripped "God of Slaughter" with both hands, pointing it directly at the charging Ni Yue'er. I had a significant advantage in weapon length, so if she came closer, she would have to break through my "God of Slaughter" aura first. Ni Yue'er changed direction incredibly in mid-air, her body like a snake, her dagger darting around me, avoiding direct confrontation with "God of Slaughter." Gradually, Ni Yue'er disappeared into a circle of figures; "Shadow Shift" truly lived up to its name.
I held the sword to my chest, calming my mind. "God of Slaughter" emitted a unique "hissing" sound as its energy spun rapidly, filling every inch of space around us. Suddenly, hundreds of sword energies surged towards Ni Yue'er like a mighty river.
With a crisp clang, the "God of Slaughter," moving at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, found its true form among the surrounding figures and slashed fiercely at Ni Yue'er's short dagger. Ni Yue'er's entire body trembled violently. She gathered her inner energy and blocked wave after wave of increasingly powerful twelve-layered Heavenly Demonic Energy transmitted by the "God of Slaughter."
Ni Yue'er held the dagger horizontally in both hands. Her sleeves slipped down, revealing her smooth and delicate arms. Her clothes fluttered, and colorful ribbons danced around her body like serpents, both beautiful and eerily unsettling. Even in this life-or-death struggle, Ni Yue'er's eyes were still filled with tears, and her face showed a pitiful and moving expression. It was hard to understand how she could maintain such a delicate and timid expression while ruthlessly killing someone.
Suddenly, the colorful ribbons draped over Ni Yue'er's shoulders attacked me like two venomous snakes. I quickly mustered my strength to repel the short dagger and swiftly slashed two times to the left and right. The "God of Slaughter" sword emitted a dark sword light, breaking free of the ribbons, and I retreated rapidly. Ni Yue'er, having gained the upper hand, immediately pressed her advantage. The two ribbons flitted like butterflies, attacking me closely. Her short dagger became a blur of light, and at the same time, her slender foot kicked towards my lower body. Her entire body could be used for attack.
I unleashed my full power of the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Art, and the "God of Slaughter" sword in my hand moved like a divine brush, always managing to slice through the ribbons and the dagger's edge at crucial moments. At the same time, my body whirled like a high-speed windmill, constantly clashing with Ni Yue'er's body with my hands and feet. Ni Yue'er's internal strength was ultimately inferior to mine. After hundreds of blows from me, her moves became scattered and disorganized.
I seized the opportunity, and "God of Slaughter" danced into a ball of black light, rushing towards Ni Yue'er. The shield net made of two colorful ribbons was shattered by "God of Slaughter," but "God of Slaughter" was also flung into the air.
At this moment, Ni Yue'er revealed a sweet smile, her short dagger already piercing my chest, but she hadn't expected that I was protected by the "Fire-Resistant Divine Robe." While Ni Yue'er was still stunned, I swiftly struck several acupoints on her body with both hands, "Bang! Bang!" "Bang! Bang!" Ni Yue'er and I both collapsed to the ground.
Of course, I was exhausted. If it weren't for the "Fire-Resistant Divine Robe," could I have defeated her? I think it's difficult for me to answer that question; after all, facing oneself is the greatest challenge in life.
Ni Yue'er was also panting heavily beside me, her beautiful face showing a look of surrender, her large eyes pleading as she asked, "Since I've lost, what will you do to me?" Although she was at a complete disadvantage, it didn't diminish her delicate charm.
I chuckled coldly, sheathed my "God of Slaughter" sword, gently patted Ni Yue'er's pressure point to release her sleep, and whispered in her ear, "Little vixen, take a nap first, and your brother will give you a good gift later."
In the dead of night, heavy clouds obscured the starlight and moonlight, and the occasional howl of wolves and tigers echoed from the quiet woods, making the night sky seem eerie and unpredictable. I led the unconscious Ni Yue'er to a nearby grove, where I rested for most of the day until my injuries had mostly healed. Looking up at the starlight, I realized it was getting late.
I looked down at Ni Yue'er closely. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with golden hair, long eyelashes, a high, delicate nose, and soft, full, pale red lips. Her slender body, wrapped in a snow-white silk robe, appeared delicate yet remarkably well-proportioned. It was hard to imagine that this pure and ethereal woman could possess such astonishing allure.
Chapter Seven: The Blood Pact
Without delay, I quickly stripped off Ni Yue'er's silk dress and then my own clothes. Ni Yue'er's snow-white naked body was presented before me, her two nipples as vibrant and luscious as red cherries. I lowered my head and suckled at her snow-white breasts, constantly swirling my tongue around her nipples, inhaling a rich, milky fragrance, while my hands ceaselessly caressed and kneaded her delicate body. After a while of caressing her breasts, they glistened with a crystalline sheen under the moisture of my saliva.
I slid my mouth up her snow-white neck, kissing her luscious red lips, slowly prying open her white teeth with my tongue, constantly licking the sweet saliva in her mouth, while trying to find that soft tongue. It was the first time I had tasted such a fragrant flavor, and I couldn't get enough of it. A faint blush appeared on Ni Yue'er's pale face; although she was still unconscious, her breathing became noticeably rapid.
Soon, my tongue left her mouth, moved over her chest, and sucked downwards from her lower abdomen. When I reached Ni Yue'er's lower body, I lifted my head and spread her legs apart. On the inner thighs, bluish veins stretched across her white skin, with a faint patch of pubic hair obscuring her private parts. I explored her labia minora and swollen pubic labia with my fingers, finally reaching her protruding clitoris. I drew circles on her clitoris, stimulating it continuously, occasionally inserting my fingers into the vaginal opening inside her labia, where a small amount of vaginal fluid was constantly seeping out.
I spread her labia minora open with my fingers, revealing the alluring vaginal opening deep within. The inner walls, like a rose, contracted with Ni Yue'er's breaths, the pink mucous membrane already wet. I gazed at the only protrusion at the top of the cleft, the bright, small, pearl-like clitoris nestled beneath the clitoral hood.
Then I removed my fingers, lowered my head, and inhaled the beautiful girl's scent. My tongue began to crawl towards the inside of her vulva. My face swayed from side to side, and when my tongue licked the inner muscles of her pubic area, I tasted a peculiar saltiness. At the same time, I pressed harder against the inside of her thighs, inserted my tongue, and licked around her vaginal opening, slowly licking her most sensitive spot, the clitoris.
Ni Yue'er's breathing became heavier, her chest heaving rapidly, and she let out low moans. I felt a surge of excitement, and my penis swelled even more.
Slowly and laboriously, I inserted my penis into Ni Yue'er's vagina. The opening and inside were wet, but very narrow, with the mucous membrane tightly surrounding my penis. With a sudden upward thrust, I opened her virginity. Ni Yue'er let out a low moan of pain, and blood seeped from my penis. I swayed my hips back and forth, rhythmically thrusting in and out, while kneading Ni Yue'er's breasts and sucking on her red lips. With constant stimulation, Ni Yue'er's moans grew louder, and new nectar flowed from her fiery, burning flesh.
In extreme pleasure, Ni Yue'er simply twisted her hips, her body rising to meet my movements. With each thrust, Ni Yue'er's sweaty body stiffened, trembling slightly, her hips spasming, her flesh clenching my penis with incredible force. Finally, with a final thrust, I reached my climax, ejaculating streams of semen into Ni Yue'er's body.
The moon in the night sky was dim and dark. The evening breeze rustled the treetops, casting monstrous shadows on the ground under the moonlight. I donned my robes, hesitated for a moment,
then slashed my wrist with the "God of Slaughter" sword. At the same time, I looked up at the sky and whispered, "When the night sky falls silent, when darkness returns to the earth, great Dark Demon Asura God, your people hereby sign the 'Blood Pact,' offering the blood of our children to your soul. Please bear witness."
The surrounding breeze intensified, hissing and whipping leaves and dry branches into a frenzy. Dark clouds quickly obscured the sky, plunging the entire forest into darkness. The cries of wild beasts echoed through the air, and a chilling aura gradually spread from the ground. Blood flowed continuously onto Ni Yue'er's snow-white body, slowly dripping all over her. The
"Blood Pact" is one of the secret spells of the Demonic Sect, used to control the mind of another. The caster must be male, and the target must be female and a virgin. When the blood of the caster mixes with the virgin blood of the cursed, the cursed person feels an inner command and must obey the caster's orders for life. However, it requires extremely high levels of demonic energy from the caster and can only be used once in a lifetime, so it is rarely used by those in the demonic sects. To resolve this trouble, I had no choice but to resort to this plan.
In terms of martial arts, I think I would probably be no match for Ni Yue'er if it weren't for the power of the "Fire-Cleansing Divine Robe." After Ni Yue'er wakes up, things will likely be very troublesome. And her master is my master's "great enemy." If this matter isn't resolved, I'll probably have no peace of mind from now on. So, by using the "Blood Pact," I can both make her obedient and give myself a helper in the future.
The chill gradually receded, and Ni Yue'er's blood dissolved into her body, revealing her snow-white body again. The surroundings returned to tranquility. I stopped the wound on my wrist, haphazardly put Ni Yue'er's clothes on her, and then collapsed to the ground to sit cross-legged and regulate my breathing.
Chapter Eight: The Spell Was Successfully
Cast. In a quiet night, in a small room somewhere in the white mountains and black waters, a fat man with a white cloth band around his head, dressed in a black ninja outfit, and with a lewd expression, sat upright in front of a computer, sweating profusely, his hands moving rapidly.
Brother Shen Qingrong urged online: "Dongfang Bubai, why are you so slow? The readers are getting impatient."
The fat man raised his head, his face solemn, his eyes gleaming, and he muttered
to himself, panting: "I've always been serious about this matter." A reader suggested online: "Brother Dongfang's attitude towards writing is truly admirable. Let's all applaud his spirit." Shen
Qingrong thought to himself: "Damn it, that fat man isn't writing, he's masturbating!" ********** ... "Man is a rope stretched between animals and the strong—a rope across the abyss. Crossing it is dangerous, the journey is dangerous, looking back is dangerous, trembling and hesitating halfway is dangerous. What makes man great is that he is a bridge, not a goal. What makes man lovable is that he is a transition and a destruction."

I always wished the night could last longer; the boundless darkness would always bring a touch of warmth to my lonely heart. But dawn was approaching again, the distant horizon turning a pale white, the woods filled with the chirping of insects and birds. I glanced down at Ni Yue'er lying on the ground, seeing her breathing softly and evenly, sleeping soundly and sweetly, a slight smile on her lips, her expression incredibly moving. A new day had begun.
It was almost noon when I finally recovered from my meditation. I patted Ni Yue'er's pressure points to release her unconsciousness and stood by to see her reaction upon waking, my heart filled with unease, wondering how effective the "Blood Pact" would be. After a while, I heard Ni Yue'er's soft moan as she awoke, her eyes still slightly dazed, staring blankly at me.
She wasn't quite sure how long she had been unconscious, but the pain from her lower body told her this wasn't a dream. The man before me, whom I had wanted to kill just yesterday, and who had assaulted me while I was unconscious, yet I felt no hatred towards him whatsoever. Seeing his smile was like seeing my dearest loved one; his presence brought me immense joy, a feeling I had never experienced before.
I softly asked, "Yue'er, how are you feeling now?" Ni Yue'er shook her head vigorously a few times, struggling to stand up. Her legs moved unnaturally, and her beautiful face showed a hint of pain. Of course, I knew what was wrong. Watching her slowly walk towards me, I became more alert. Hearing
his gentle inquiry, my eyes stung, and a sweet warmth filled my heart, as if the injuries I had sustained were not caused by him. I shook my head, trying to think of nothing more, knowing only that this was the first man in my life, and I would love him for the rest of my life.
Ni Yue'er suddenly threw herself into my arms and said, "Brother, you're so mean! You knocked me out and then bullied me."
I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, withdrew my inner energy, and casually wrapped one hand around Ni Yue'er's slender waist from her back, while the other hand unbuttoned her clothes and freely caressed her alluring breasts. I smiled and said, "Is that so?"
Ni Yue'er's pretty face burned redder than fire. She gave me a charming look and breathed heavily, "Good brother, you're so domineering. Be gentle!"
I lowered my head and kissed her cherry lips wantonly, gently sucking on her little tongue, and then kissed her eyes and cheeks, making her tremble all over before letting her go.
"He's so domineering! But I love his rough actions and mischievous expression. From now on, I finally have someone I can rely on." Ni Yue'er said softly, "Brother, you mustn't bully Yue'er anymore. You must love Yue'er for the rest of your life."
I knew Ni Yue'er was completely under my control. At this moment, I could make her live or die at will. But love wasn't my goal; Ni Yue'er was just a very useful pawn. I said softly, "Brother won't bully Yue'er anymore. I'll treat Yue'er well. But Yue'er, how did you know I was passing by yesterday?" My tone turned quite cold as I said the last sentence.
I was terrified he would be angry, terrified he would never want me again. His gentle touch calmed me, and I hugged his thick neck even tighter before saying, "My master always hoped to see the 'Lord of Slaughter.' She searched for you many times in the Ten Thousand Mountains, but to no avail. Later, she told me to come to this road leading out of the mountains every now and then."
She was mine now, so of course I wouldn't really blame her, but things needed to be clarified. I asked again, "How did you recognize me as the 'Lord of Slaughter's' disciple? I can't rest easy until this is cleared up."
Ni Yue'er replied, "I recognized the 'Slaughter God's' sword at your waist. I often heard my master describe it when I was little, so I was convinced you had a deep connection with the 'Lord of Slaughter.' That's why I first sent demonic beasts to intercept you, and then personally dealt with you, but I still failed. Is this 'Fire-Cleansing Divine Robe' you're wearing?"
Having resolved my doubts, I nodded. The "God of Slaughter" appeared worn and shabby, looking like nothing more than scrap metal to the average person. But how could he fool the "Invincible God of Slaughter's" disciple?
Ni Yue'er continued, "I have a senior sister who is far superior to me in both martial arts and intelligence. She couldn't come this time because of something. If she had come, brother, you would have been in big trouble."
I laughed and said, "Is your senior sister prettier than my good Yue'er?"
Ni Yue'er wriggled her body in my arms a few times and said coquettishly, "Good brother, please don't have any designs on my senior sister. She has a bad temper. She's fierce to everyone except my master. I often get scolded by her."
I laughed and said, "Then I will definitely get justice for Yue'er in the future. Yue'er is so well-behaved; it must be your senior sister's fault. Yue'er, how old are you?"
Ni Yue'er said, "Sixteen. And you?"

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