Trembling Cherry Erotic Servant

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Born into the blood-soaked martial arts world of the Central Plains, it is both a helplessness and a tragedy for a member of the martial arts world... Who knows that behind the bright and promising road ahead lies a series of tragedies for fame and fortune? Just as the famous line says: "Half a lifetime of leisurely seclusion has come to an end, one step into the martial arts world has no end."
(I) Lustful Flower Bud
"Come, come, come. I am new to your esteemed place, please come forward. Those with money, give money; those without, please do me the honor of showing your face." The one
who spoke was a burly man with a beard. He was seven feet tall.
He had a broad back and a thick waist, and his eyes were like copper bells, looking around with a spirit. Beneath his rugged appearance was an imposing aura, even Zhang Fei reincarnated was no more than him.
The big man was wielding a long-handled, square-headed stone mallet with one hand, performing what is commonly known as the 1001st set of breaking a stone with his heart.
"Fellow villagers, how can I perform alone today? I can't possibly carry a stone slab and smash rocks by myself with a mallet, can I? Please, brothers, lend a hand. No compensation if I die, I won't haunt you even as a ghost." At this moment, everyone thought, "This mallet weighs at least a hundred pounds; just lifting it is no easy feat, let alone smashing such a large rock."
Just as everyone was speechless, and the burly man was feeling smug…
"May I try?" A clear voice came from behind the crowd. When everyone looked up, a lithe figure had already leaped over the thick wall of people. The newcomer was a young woman with waist-length hair and watery eyes. Combined with her beautiful face, she was stunning yet still retained a youthful innocence. She wore a pale yellow semi-transparent lace dress, over which was a purplish-red low-cut blouse, revealing her exquisite curves. A piece of emerald green jade hung at her waist, and a magnificent sword slung at her back. She wore a cherry-colored short skirt. The mysterious woman smiled sweetly: "How about I try?"
The burly man was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter: "Ha! Miss. Can you handle a 500-pound stone hammer? Don't even mention you. Even Zhang Fei reincarnated couldn't handle it."
The crowd gasped: "500 pounds! A 500-pound stone hammer!" "This little girl is asking for trouble." "Stop playing around, go home. I bet you can't even lift five pounds." "Let's go! Let's go home!" "..." The crowd clamored.
Some thought the girl was crazy, others thought the burly man was incredibly strong, and what if he got angry and beat the girl up? The delicate woman, as slender as a blade of grass, couldn't withstand a beating, so she tried her best to dissuade her from doing something foolish.
But in the next instant, all the noise completely vanished. The mysterious woman, her face unchanged, extended her snow-white, jade-like right hand and slowly lifted the burly man's stone mallet, still smiling sweetly, "May I try?"
This left everyone speechless, their jaws dropping. Even the burly man's mouth gaped open. But the stubborn man still said, "Fine! If you can break this stone, I'll let you write my name, Tie Fengtang, backwards." With that, he placed the stone against his chest. The burly man took a deep breath, focused his energy, and shouted, "Come on!" The mysterious woman softly said, "Thank you for your concession." A beam of light struck his chest. The burly man felt a numbness in his chest, opened his eyes, and saw that the three-inch-thick stone slab was shattered into pieces. Cold sweat poured down his face as he said, "You...you...who are you?"
The mysterious woman smiled faintly, "Luo Dunhua, the Dream Goddess. You can call me Little Dream. Hehehe..."
With that, the mysterious woman leaped over the layers of people. The burly man said admiringly, "Breaking stone without breaking bones, what a formidable figure! Luo Dunhua, the Dream God, today's events will be unforgettable
for Tie Fengtang." Five miles outside the town, a tall, slender woman with exquisitely beautiful eyebrows, like a celestial being descended to earth, stood under a tree, seemingly waiting for something. The Dream God leaped to the woman in a few quick steps, smiling, "Senior Sister, I'm back. I'll tell you..."
Before she could finish, the woman coldly said, "What time is it now? You're half a quarter of an hour late."
The Dream God smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry! Well then, Sister Ya Yi, how about I make it up to you the old way?" With that, the Dream God embraced Ya Yi. Their
cherry lips met, and Ya Yi felt a surge of heat as the Dream God's tongue slipped into her mouth. Ya Yi retaliated, their tongues intertwining in each other's mouths, beginning a joyful prelude. Xiaomeng, being more skilled, kissed Ya Yi until she was completely mesmerized, and the two lay flat on their backs under the tree. Xiaomeng caressed Ya Yi's full, large breasts, while Ya Yi began to undress Xiaomeng. Xiaomeng constantly teased Ya Yi's nipples with her thumbs; even through the not-so-thin fabric, Ya Yi's nipples were aroused and stood erect. Xiaomeng slipped her left hand inside Ya Yi's bra, rubbing the increasingly firm nipples, while her right hand explored Ya Yi's intimate area.
Xiaomeng kept saying, "Sister Yi's breasts are always so big and soft, and her little hole is so cute." After saying that, Xiaomeng reached out and grabbed Ya Yi's hands, guiding them to her own breasts.
"Sister Yi, Xiaomeng's breasts aren't bad either! Although they're not as big as yours, they feel very soft and comfortable!" With that, Xiaomeng pulled Ya Yi's bra down to her waist, and Ya Yi's enormous breasts were about to burst out.
Just as Xiaomeng was intently kneading her enormous breasts, Yayi had already completely undressed her. Xiaomeng's mature body was enough to make any man's nose bleed. Her breasts, too large to be grasped in one hand, were a vibrant pink, her waist perfectly proportioned, and adorned with a tuft of fine black downy hair—truly a stunner. Under Xiaomeng's skillful finger techniques, Yayi was caressed until she gasped softly, indirectly affecting the sensuality of her groin. Yayi knew she was already aroused, but remained silent.
The sharp-eyed Xiaomeng noticed that Yayi's love juice had soaked her panties, so she shifted her focus, pulled down the half-wet panties, spread Yayi's legs, revealing the woman's most beautiful part, and began to lick it incessantly. Ya Yi, excited, puffed out her chin, grabbed Xiao Meng's hair with both hands, and let out a sweet moan:
"Ah...ah...Xiao...Meng...your...tongue...can...go...into...my...little hole...my...inside...make...me...flow...it...feels...good...right?"
Xiao Meng obeyed, inserting her pink tongue into Ya Yi's little flower hole. Xiao Meng used her delicate tongue tip to constantly stimulate Ya Yi's engorged flesh walls. Every time the tongue tip touched the sensitive flesh wall, Ya Yi felt as if she had been electrocuted, and a large amount of water gushed out from her little reservoir, spraying Xiao Meng's face.
Xiao Meng laughed: "Sister Yi, you sprayed my face! How should I punish you...I've got it, Sister Yi, you lick my hole instead. Sister Yi's tongue skills are amazing too!" After saying that, Xiao Meng placed her charming jade gate on Ya Yi's face.
"Sister Yi, you can start now. Remember, don't stop until you've made me cum! I'll make you feel even better too." Xiao Meng said playfully, picking up her sword and aiming it at Ya Yi's flower cave. She then thrust the hilt of her sword into Ya Yi in one go.
"Ah..." The sudden pleasure made Ya Yi moan, her lower body trembling. A large amount of nectar gushed from her petals, covering a large area of grass with sticky, clear love fluid. Xiao Meng increased the speed of her thrusts, the entire hilt of her sword becoming soaked. Xiao Meng giggled:
"Sister Yi, you're squirting out so much honey! It must feel so good! But really, Senior Sister, you're so beautiful, understanding, and you have such an exciting garden. No one can resist falling at your feet. But Master..."
Ya Yi gasped, "Master... is... a... big... blockhead... I... I..." As she spoke, tears streamed down Ya Yi's face. Seeing this, Xiaomeng realized she had said the wrong thing. She comforted Yayi, saying, "Sister Yi, don't be sad! How about this, I'll punish myself." With that, Xiaomeng handed her sword to Yayi. Yayi hesitated for a moment, then used the wet hilt of the sword to insert it into Xiaomeng's vagina.
While enjoying the pleasure of the flesh against her, Xiaomeng wiped away Yayi's tears and said, "My dear sister, just release all your longing for Master into my...hole...hole...!" Xiaomeng shouted loudly to Yayi.
Ya Yi gritted her teeth and deepened the penetration. Soon, Xiao Meng's petals were also wet, making the insertion and removal of the sword hilt smoother. Xiao Meng gradually lost strength, collapsing limply onto Ya Yi's soft breasts. Honey dripped from Xiao Meng's petals, staining Ya Yi's hands with sticky, lustful fluid. Xiao Meng felt increasingly comfortable, her buttocks twisting and turning, while she moaned, "Ah...ah...Sister Yi...again...I...want...to...go...deeper...I...am...going...to...come...to...come...deeper...!"
Hearing that Xiao Meng was about to climax, Ya Yi stopped, rose, and kissed Xiao Meng's cherry lips. Xiao Meng suddenly lost her pleasure; the assault team that had been restless deep within the cave had all gone home to sleep, replaced by the ever-flowing lustful fluid.
Xiao Meng felt an unbearable itch in her lower body, but her mouth was sealed by Ya Yi, preventing her from crying out. Just as she was suffering, Ya Yi had already ravaged Xiao Meng's mouth. Xiao Meng couldn't help but shed tears, crying out in her heart, "Sister Ya Yi, what are you doing! My hole is so itchy, come and fuck me! I'm so uncomfortable!"
Ya Yi revealed a strange smile, her tongue leaving Xiao Meng's small mouth. When their tongues separated, the silvery-white thread still connected the two of them. Xiao Meng hugged Ya Yi, shouting, "Sister... fuck me... fuck me... I... can't take it anymore!" Ya Yi smiled, "Remember not to be late next time!" Xiao Meng cried and said, "I know... I know... hurry... I... can't... hold... anymore..." After saying that, Xiao Meng lay flat on the grass.
Ya Yi looked at Xiao Meng's labia, which were already engorged and pink, the petals pulsating incessantly, the hard fruit filling the pink path. Ya Yi leaned over and gently bit the clitoris with her front teeth.
"Ouch..." Xiao Meng cried out, her legs spreading wide. Ya Yi rubbed the pubic hair with her right hand, and with her left hand, she slowly inserted four fingers into the honey hole. Although Xiaomeng's garden wasn't large, it was extremely lubricated. Coupled with her wanton nature, Ya Yi felt her fingers being sucked into Xiaomeng's flesh walls, advancing very deep inside. Soon, all four of Ya Yi's fingers were fully inserted into Xiaomeng's vagina. Ya Yi felt her fingers being sucked so tightly, unable to pull them out at all; the flesh walls' instincts were working at 100%. Ya Yi's remaining thumb on her left hand continuously rubbed Xiaomeng's clitoris, and Xiaomeng moaned repeatedly. Ya Yi used her martial arts skills, slowly pulling her fingers out, then inserting them again, pulling them out, inserting them, pulling them out, inserting them, pulling them out, inserting them…
Suddenly, a stream of warm liquid sprayed onto Ya Yi's fingers. The vaginal fluid sprayed incessantly, Xiaomeng's face showing a joyful expression, her eyes slightly closed, while her vagina "squirted" and released fluid.
Ya Yi withdrew her left hand, which was covered in vaginal fluid, and slowly licked it with her tongue. Xiao Meng gasped,
"Sister Yi...is really...amazing...my...little hole...came...out..."
But seeing Xiao Meng's "insufficient" expression, Ya Yi shook her head: "This little sister." Ya Yi thought to herself.
(II) The Wet Apprentice's Romance
Just as Xiao Meng and Ya Yi finished dressing...a powerful aura swirled out, its target Xiao Meng. In a moment of panic... "Xiao Meng!" Ya Yi pushed Xiao Meng away, but Ya Yi was unfortunately struck by the palm force that split mountains and shattered rocks...everything happened too suddenly, and by the time Xiao Meng reacted, Ya Yi's delicate body had already gradually collapsed... "Sister Yi..." Xiao Meng
hurriedly hugged Ya Yi, shouting loudly, "Sister Yi...Sister Yi...please pull yourself together...(crying)...you can't...you can't leave me like this!" Ya Yi slightly opened her eyes, a relieved smile appearing on her lips: "...Xiao Meng, you...are safe and sound...then I...can't...be at ease..." Before she
finished speaking, the beauty was gone.
Ya Yi's tearful eyes slowly closed, a faint smile on her face, as she breathed her last in Xiao Meng's arms. At the very moment Ya Yi breathed her last, two figures appeared like ghosts. One resembled a demon, carrying a giant scythe on his back; the other had delicate features, holding a jade fan, but exuded a chilling murderous aura. Both were terrifying.
The demon-like figure spoke first: "Hehehe... Even the Martial Sword Official's prized student, Wen Ya Yi, is nothing special."
"..." Xiao Meng silently lowered her head.
The other figure spoke: "What joy is there in life, what fear in death? Be careful, for death is calling, life is short."
"...Why?" Xiao Meng whispered, "Why did you kill Sister Yi? Besides Master, she was the only person I cared about. Why..."
"Hehehe... Don't worry, you'll follow in her footsteps too."
Xiao Meng said coldly, "Why did you force me? Why did you force me to unleash my killing spree? Why, why..." Her words erupted, and "Invisible Strike" was unleashed, a flash of light reaching them instantly. The two were startled and quickly dodged Xiaomeng's ultimate move. "Murderer. Pay with your life!" Xiaomeng drew her sword, Dream Soul, from her waist, attacking the two like a torrential downpour of thunder.
A scholar-like man spoke: "White Scythe Sound, Death's Summoning. Kill quickly, show no mercy." As soon as he finished speaking, White Scythe Sound drew his scythe from his back, blocking Xiaomeng's attacks one by one.
Seeing her attack fail, Xiaomeng jumped behind White Scythe Sound. "Double Splendor!" Xiaomeng used
the second move of the "Seven Forms of Heaven." But White Scythe Sound wielded his giant scythe with ease, striking directly at Xiaomeng's sword-wielding hand. Startled, Xiaomeng quickly withdrew her hand, only to hear a "clang" as Dream Soul was severed in two.
White Scythe Sound's scythe continued its relentless pursuit, forcing Xiaomeng to retreat repeatedly. In a moment of carelessness, the scythe cut a gash on Xiaomeng's snow-white arm. As Xiao Meng moved slightly, deep red blood gushed from her wound. Her inner energy became chaotic, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.
"You have no chance. The scythe will sever your soul." The scythe slashed down from above her head.
Just as Xiao Meng was in grave danger… a burst of energy, carrying sand and dust, roared in with overwhelming force, forcefully shaking the giant scythe away. Bai Lianyin felt a numbness in his hand and staggered back several steps, exclaiming, "Such formidable power!" A chilling killing intent gradually dissipated the thick smoke, and a majestic figure slowly emerged from the smoke, reciting a poem:
"Sand and dust rise, the wind reveals the sun and moon's brilliance. Snowflakes fall, the universe reflected in the mirror, clouds and rosy hues. Alas, time flies like light, fleeting youthful years. Where can one find beauty at the ends of the earth? A devoted heart reveals its white hair. On this cold road, a lonely heart is destined to sail alone in this life. Words are endless, only a sword accompanies my heart, forgetting the pain of love."
"Who comes?" the fan-wielding scholar asked. The imposing figure remained silent, gazing at Ya Yi's faint, wistful smile and the injured Xiao Meng. His sword-like brows furrowed deeply, and he pointed at Bai Lianyin and the fan-wielding scholar, roaring, "Bai Lianyin, Meng Dufu, if either of you can withstand a single blow from me today, may the Heavenly Punishment of the Martial Sword Official bring you to apologize to the Emperor!" His voice was so loud that even the pebbles on the ground seemed to vibrate. Bai Lianyin
and Meng Dufu's hearts trembled, knowing that the extreme was approaching. They exchanged glances, and Bai Lianyin's "Wave-Breaking Whirlwind Slash"
combined with Meng Dufu's "Hundred Fan Light Blade Style" attacked the Martial Sword Official with lightning speed. The Martial Sword Official focused his energy in his fingers, deflecting their thunderous attacks. Just as the two were about to catch their breath and launch another attack, the Martial Sword Official's sword technique was already unleashed.
"Cruel element! Martial Sword Officer now forgets the past kindness of Emperor Le, cruelly killing the ultimate martial sword of the Cold Sword Style. From this day forward, the Dao Heaven and the Western Dust Heaven are severed..." Before Meng Dufu could finish speaking, Martial Sword Officer's longsword pierced his heart, hot crimson blood gushing down the blade. Meng Dufu turned his head and saw Bai Lianyin still tightly gripping the giant scythe, but his head was gone. Crimson blood gushed from the wound, staining the white scythe with blood, gleaming red. Meng Dufu let out a terrified scream, but it was too late. Martial Sword Officer's sword had pierced his body, and Meng Dufu's soul returned to the Heaven of Parting Hatred.
"...related to..." Martial Sword Officer pulled out his longsword, the blade still dripping blood. But the heartbroken must face the cruel reality. Martial Sword Officer walked to Ya Yi's side, tightly grasping Ya Yi's cold, slender hands, and shed a tear of heroism.
Xiao Meng, her hand still bearing her wound, walked to the Sword Master's side and said, her voice trembling with sobs, "Master, Sister Ya Yi... she truly loved you deeply..."
"..."
"Master..."
"No need to say anymore!" the Martial Sword Official said excitedly. Xiao Meng wanted to comfort her master again, but as soon as she moved her body, she felt dizzy and weak, collapsing to the ground. The Martial Sword Official was shocked and hurriedly helped Xiao Meng up: "Xiao Meng... Xiao Meng... what's wrong?"
Xiao Meng said weakly: "...Master... it's... the poison on the White... Sickle... Sound... Blade... is... called... Flower... Plum... Spring... It's... the... most... strange... poison in the world... the... only... feasible... solution... is... is..."
"What is it? Tell me quickly!" the Martial Sword Official asked anxiously. Xiao Meng smiled gently, wrapped her arms around the Martial Sword Official's neck, kissed his handsome nose, and said with a blush on her face: "... Only... the... semen... of... a... young... man... is... the... antidote..." After Xiao Meng finished speaking, her hand touched the Martial Sword Official's genitals.
The Martial Sword Official had never experienced love, but he was eager to save her. For the sake of his female disciple, Wu Jianguan made a decision deep in his heart: he must face all the choices he had made and their consequences.
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The night sky was dark and silent when suddenly a beam of light pierced the darkness, illuminating the entire Buddhist Heaven. An old man with white hair stroked his long, snow-white beard, looked at the sky, and sighed, "Alas… my grandson's destiny has returned, and Heaven has punished my junior brother. Your hundred years of arduous cultivation are destined to vanish like flowing water. The mortal world has failed my grandson's elegance; the Thousand Character Classic has disappointed your mother, Long Qinxiang. Alas… could it be… could it be that Heaven wants me to destroy Xichen Heaven with my own hands?"
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On the other hand, Wu Jianguan understood that everything would come to pass. For Xiaomeng, he would lose all his efforts of the past hundred years, and he knew all too well the consequences. Losing half of his power, how would he survive in the treacherous world of martial arts… Wu Jianguan pondered deeply for a long time. Heaven had already lost a beloved disciple; no matter what, he had to protect Xiaomeng. With a solemn expression, Wu Jianguan made up his mind and said to Xiaomeng,
"My disciple Xiaomeng, I will now heal you. But you must know that during the treatment, my century-old cultivation will be completely absorbed into your body, bit by bit. At the same time, my 'Sword Dao Heart Transmission' will also be absorbed by you. In other words, you will possess my unparalleled martial arts, and your power will no longer be inferior to mine. This is all Wu Jianguan can do for you."
The inevitable ending, the final chapter. Wu Jianguan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and lowered his waist, immersing his penis into Xiaomeng's slightly moist petals. Wu Jianguan immediately felt his true energy rapidly draining away, as Xiaomeng's vaginal walls continuously absorbed his power. Conversely, stimulated by the true energy, her vaginal fluids gradually overflowed from her vulva, and Xiaomeng's mature vaginal muscles intermittently squeezed Tianqian's male member.
Under Wu Jianguan's treatment, Xiaomeng's complexion began to improve, and her spirits recovered considerably. However, cold sweat beaded on Tianqian's forehead. Seeing this, Xiaomeng took the initiative, continuing to thrust in and out in a woman-on-top position. Xiaomeng's pleasure intensified, and she involuntarily cried out, her wanton cries causing Tianqian's honest penis to throb incessantly.
"...Ah...Master...you...are...so...so...thick...so...thick...in...Xiao...Meng's...hole...feels...so...comfortable...to...die...again...I...want...Master's...big...big...penis...to...fill...my...little...hole...to...full...fill...the...hole...to...all...full...."
Xiaomeng panted continuously, pressing her buttocks down, causing the penis inserted into her flower path to advance even deeper. Suddenly, Xiaomeng felt a jolt of electricity throughout her body, and her juices flowed freely, making the thrusting even smoother. Tianqian's young, fresh penis stirred and churned within Xiaomeng's petals, the elastic pericarp tightly enveloping and releasing his large member, enveloping and releasing again...
The way Xiaomeng made love made Wujian Guan's blood boil even more, causing his thick member to swell again, stretching Xiaomeng's small opening wide, overflowing with honeyed fluid. Under the sunlight, the transparent nectar reflected a shimmering, beautiful light, a sight to behold.
The two repeated several different positions, Wujian Guan's magnificent pride exploring Xiaomeng's young flower garden, both intoxicated by the pleasures of lovemaking. But everything has an end, and Wujian Guan sensed the approaching climax, quickly withdrawing his member and letting Xiaomeng nurse it. Like a nursing infant, Xiaomeng continuously sucked on the glans, enveloping Tianqian's penis in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. After a surge of inexplicable excitement, Wujian Guan...
"Wah..." Tianqian cried out. At the same time, a stream of cloudy white liquid shot out from the Sword Master's clone like a flood. Xiao Meng kept her mouth tightly shut, not letting a single drop of semen leak out. The clone continued to spray endlessly, and Xiao Meng swallowed three times to completely drink all the jade liquid. As soon as the jade spring entered her stomach, the poison of the Plum Blossom Spring was also cured. Xiao Meng looked satisfied. The Sword Master of Heavenly Retribution was truly worthy of his reputation...
The treatment was over, and the Sword Master's hundred years of cultivation had been transferred into Xiao Meng's body. Heavenly Retribution said to Xiao Meng: "Xiao Meng, now you possess my hundred years of cultivation, and you no longer need to learn martial arts. I have two sets of skills in my life: one is the Sword Dao Heart Transmission, which you have now learned; the other is the 'Cold and Cruel Sword Style,' but this skill is not suitable for women to practice... At the same time, I entrust my destiny to you..."
"Destiny?" Xiao Meng asked.
"No doubt about it, all the descendants of the Sword Official family have this fate. The only thing I can do now is to tell you how." The Martial Sword Official continued, "The 'Seven Forms Heavenly Style' that I will teach you is the only move that can turn the tide."
Xiao Meng asked in confusion, "How can I turn the tide, Master? I don't understand at all." "
Disciple Xiao Meng, now go to Ru Tian and find a master nicknamed 'White Royal Robe.' He will tell you everything."
Xiao Meng asked, "Who is 'White Royal Robe'?
" "He is...he is...your..."
"What!!!" Xiao Meng exclaimed.
(III) Bloodstained White Robe
On a quiet, foggy path, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came towards them. Xiao Meng ran frantically, large beads of sweat dripping from her face, her anticipation overshadowing her fatigue. Xiao Meng's mind kept repeating, "Father... my father, I'm about to see him."
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After Xiao Meng left, Wu Jianguan picked up Ya Yi's cold body, tenderly stroking her delicate face.
Ya Yi's beautiful face smiled as if she were asleep, but sadly, the beauty would never wake up again. Wu Jianguan's heart ached terribly. Tianqian said to Ya Yi, "From today onwards, I will never leave you alone again."
The sun set, turning the earth a dazzling red. Tianqian Wu Jianguan, carrying Ya Yi, walked towards the end of the sunset... A lonely figure is forever lonely. Perhaps, this was also the love that Wu Jianguan could not relinquish...
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In the Western Dust Heaven, a mysterious flute clashed with a trio of assassins. The flute player, Wen Ru, appeared and disappeared. The three assassins exchanged glances and launched a three-pronged attack from three directions towards the center. All three were unparalleled masters of martial arts, their swords and blades striking the flute with no chance of survival.
At this moment, the melodious sound of the flute rang out again. As the swords touched the flutist's robes, the three men saw only a blur, and in an instant, three jets of bright red blood spurted into the dim sky. When they regained their senses, their swords were already deeply embedded in each other's bodies, flowing with crimson blood, and the flutist had vanished without a trace. The assassin trio was dead! "Deep in the abyss of desire, the heart for fame and fortune remains unchanged. In a world of great harmony, everyone's hearts are connected. How beautiful!" The flutist stepped out of the battle and disappeared into the night sky.
Just after the flutist left, a dark-faced figure who had been hiding in the shadows stepped out, his eyes fixed on the trio, and laughed contemptuously: "Hahaha… You three thought you could expose the flutist's identity? Now you've died under the 'White Wave Blessing,' utterly foolish. Hahaha…"
After three days and nights of non-stop travel, Xiao Meng had reached the boundary marker of Ru Tian in the early morning breeze. Just as Xiao Meng attempted to proceed, a sword light slashed through the sand and dust. Xiao Meng quickly withdrew her foot, only to see a sword mark about two inches deep on the edge of the boundary marker. At the same time, amidst the thick killing intent, a figure appeared.
"This road is closed!" A short-haired boy stood with a sword in hand and shouted, "Anyone who attempts to enter will be killed without mercy!" The sword-wielding boy looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but his superb swordsmanship was no less than that of a first-rate master.
Xiao Meng hurriedly said, "I am the disciple of the Heavenly Punishment Martial Sword Officer. I have come for urgent business and request to see Senior in White Robes."
The boy replied, "My master is currently unable to see anyone. Please return."
Xiao Meng said anxiously, "No! This matter is extremely urgent. I must see Senior." After saying that, she was about to enter.
"Hmm..." The boy's sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his body moved at will. A sharp sword light pierced towards Xiao Meng. Xiao Meng was prepared. With a quick somersault, she dodged the sword's edge and leaped dozens of feet away, leaving the boy far behind.
"Damn it!" the boy cried, giving chase and using his superior lightness skill to pursue her closely. The two raced one after the other, appearing like shooting stars chasing the moon, cutting through the wind and raising dust as they moved against the wind. Although Xiao Meng's lightness skill was exceptional, the fatigue of the past few days had pushed her to her limit. Coupled with her longing to see her biological father, Xiao Meng couldn't catch her breath, her inner energy became stagnant, and she plummeted from mid-air, landing squarely in a pond. The water splashed about three feet high, creating sparkling waves. The fall caused Xiao Meng to faint. The boy, who arrived shortly after, saw that Xiao Meng hadn't gotten up and realized something was wrong. He quickly jumped into the pond to rescue her. In the water, Xiao Meng, lacking oxygen and with water in her mouth and nose, was powerless to struggle. Just as Xiaomeng was losing consciousness, a timely infusion of true energy entered her mouth. Xiaomeng slowly opened her eyes and saw the short-haired boy transmitting true energy through his mouth.
Xiaomeng's face flushed instantly, but her body was too weak to struggle, so she closed her eyes again. A moment later, the boy carried Xiaomeng out of the water and laid her flat on the grass. Driven by a desire to save her, the boy placed his hands on Xiaomeng's full breasts and slowly channeled true energy into her. Xiaomeng felt a warmth in her chest, as if someone was massaging her breasts. She peeked out, and saw the short-haired boy intently treating her. Xiaomeng felt increasingly comfortable, and her nipples involuntarily hardened. Although Xiaomeng was wearing relatively light clothing, her erect nipples were clearly visible through her clothes after being soaked, but the boy was completely unaware. After a sly laugh, Xiaomeng quickly pressed the boy's acupoints. The boy felt a sharp pain in his back and was unable to move. Xiao Meng stood up and removed all her clothes in front of the boy, revealing her slender and shapely body. The boy felt dizzy, as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his lower body, making him erect.
Xiao Meng giggled, "I just wanted to wring out my soaking wet clothes. Why are you so erect? Since you saved me earlier, I'll serve you." With that, Xiao Meng pulled down the boy's shorts, revealing his young, mature penis standing tall. Xiao Meng whispered, "So big!" and swallowed it. Xiao Meng's small mouth held the boy's penis, moistening the shaft with her saliva before thrusting it into his already wet flower core, moving it back and forth. Xiao Meng felt incredibly excited. It
was completely different from the time she had made love with Wu Jianguan. The boy's penis carried a vibrant energy, constantly rubbing against Xiao Meng's slippery flower passage. Xiao Meng swayed her hips up and down, her full breasts swaying rhythmically, the pink nipples bobbing excitedly. Just as Xiaomeng reached her climax, the hot water pipe that the boy had been squeezing also sprayed out thick white liquid, completely shooting into the depths of Xiaomeng's uterus.
Xiaomeng looked at the boy happily, changed her wrung-out clothes again, and blinked as she smiled, "Thank you for the delicious treat. My little hole is completely filled by you. Next time, I'll let the mouth above taste your warm soy milk.
But now I have to go find my senior.
I'll help you release your pressure points when I come back." After Xiaomeng finished
speaking
, she took light steps and went to find the Lord of Rutian °°White Royal Robe Jingliu Jun. ********** ... From the first day Ya Yi entered the sect to her final separation by death, the cruel reality caused Tian Qian's heart to ache.
"Ya Yi, Tian Qian will be by your side forever. You won't be lonely, will you?" As the Martial Swordsman was lost in memories… a mournful flute melody drifted from afar. Tian Qian's nerves tightened instantly; he gripped the longsword on his back, staring silently ahead. The flute music stopped, but a strange atmosphere filled the silent environment.
A moment later, a letter descended from the sky, landing at the Martial Swordsman's feet. After reading the letter, the Martial Swordsman frowned deeply, sighing gravely, "What was bound to happen has finally happened ."
********** ...
Hidden in the middle of a stream was a cave. Xiao Meng stepped forward with a puzzled look. She saw a couplet hanging at the entrance: "Seeking the Way in leisure is the most important thing; the wind moves the still water and the crabapple blossoms fall." The characters on the couplet were written in a vigorous and powerful style, which is exactly what is meant by being gentle yet firm. Xiao Meng unconsciously picked up the poem: "A hundred miles I search for fragrance, asking the woodcutter's path. Dragon's roar, tiger's howl, unicorn's flight."
Just as Xiao Meng was engrossed in admiring the calligraphy and painting, a gentle and steady voice came from behind: "Well done!
However, the degree of bewilderment in the poem is too high, showing a mood of expectation and confusion. So, you must have come here to find someone. Is that right?" Xiao Meng turned around abruptly, startled, and for a moment forgot to breathe. The newcomer had long hair that reached his shoulders, wore a snow-white robe, had a cherry blossom mark on his forehead symbolizing scholarly elegance, and held an elegant ornament in his hand.
Surprisingly, this person had white hair and a ruddy complexion, even more so than the young man from before.
Xiao Meng politely said, "Please inform the white-robed senior that I, Luo Dunhua, the Dream God, have come to pay my respects."
The white-robed scholar said, "I am Jing Liu Jun. May I ask what business you have with me, young lady?"
Xiao Meng was stunned again: Jing Liu Jun. The Lord of the Confucian Heaven—the white-robed Jing Liu Jun—was actually standing in front of her. Xiao Meng's eyes welled with tears, and the word "Father" almost escaped her lips, but she quickly regained her composure. She said, "My master, the Martial Sword Official, sent me here to inquire about the destiny of the Sword Official family."
"And where is the Martial Sword Official?" Jing Liujun asked.
Xiao Meng said, "He should have returned to Dao Tian by now."
"What do you mean by 'should have returned to Dao Tian'?" Jing Liujun asked疑惑地.
Xiao Meng said, "My master said he wants to bury Sister Yi in Dao Tian. So… I think my master should have gone back by now."
Jing Liujun asked again, "If Sister Yi is buried in Dao Tian, tell me everything from the beginning."
Xiao Meng said, "It's like this…"
"Oh no! This is bad!" Jing Liujun cried out, then leaped up and headed straight for Dao Tian. Xiao Meng was completely bewildered, unsure what to do, but a strange pressure and unease lingered in her heart, so she followed Jing Liujun away from Ru Tian. Jing Liujun used his unparalleled lightness skill, transforming into a beam of light, like a shooting star chasing the moon, heading straight for Dao Tian.
Muttering repeatedly, "Heavenly Retribution, you're too foolish! You actually provoked the Music Emperor, one of the Five Emperors of Dust Heaven... Hopefully, it's not too late."
Just as Jing Liu was rushing towards the scene, a strange, black-faced man emerged from behind a tree. Watching the figure in imperial robes gradually disappear into the distance, he chuckled eerily, "Hehehe... Heavenly Retribution will be punished, Jing Liu will not remain still. Death... Calamity... certain death... Hehehe...
"
In the stillness of the night, a somber atmosphere permeated the entire Dao Heaven. The Martial Sword Official was prepared, awaiting the words written in the letter: "Heavenly punishment is not heavenly punishment, the Sword Official's sword coffin will fall. The music of the underworld will end his life, the fifth watch will decide his fate." The fifth watch arrived, morning dew condensed, and in the vast morning mist, a clear, resonant flute melody rose. The Martial Sword Official gripped his sword hilt, awaiting the inevitable.
Heavenly Punishment knew this was an unavoidable conflict, and also his final battle…
**********************
Just as the Martial Sword Official faced death, the figure in white imperial robes arrived. Just as Jing Liu entered the Dao Heaven, the mournful flute melody sounded again, and a beam of light swirled forth. A young woman holding a flute appeared, blocking Jing Liu's path. The man in white robes said, "Please make way, young lady. I need to go in to rescue someone."
The young woman said, "Don't you know? When the flute music started, the death of the Swordsman was already sealed, and it can never be changed."
Jing Liu said, "No matter what, I must try."
The young woman laughed, "You can't get in, Jing Liu, the man in white robes."
Jing Liu was shocked: "You're in cahoots."
(IV) The Soul-Severing Sword
At dawn, the warm sunlight gradually rose, and golden light covered the earth. It was a new day. New life, but for the Swordsman, whether the word "tomorrow" would disappear from his life depended entirely on the pen of fate. To be born or to die was no longer important to the Swordsman. What he sought was a peaceful world: uninhabited and without war, but the merciless wheel of time kept turning.
Just then... a faint flute music came from afar, and at the same time, a gentle figure appeared through the morning mist.
Tianqian focused his gaze and saw a handsome young man with purple hair, a magnificent appearance, and a solemn demeanor. He held a pale purple-red wooden flute and smiled as he approached the Martial Sword Officer.
Tianqian asked, "Are you the assassin sent by the Emperor of Music?" The purple-haired youth replied, "There's no need to answer questions from a dying man." Tianqian said, "At least I don't want to die at the hands of an unknown assailant." The youth said, "Being unknown is not shameful." Tianqian asked, "May I leave my name?" After a moment's thought , the purple-haired youth said, "A soprano who seeks a world of great harmony, Purple Sound Flute Piercing the Heavens." Tianqian said, "Then we are kindred spirits." Purple Sound said, "Only for a moment. " Tianqian smiled and said, "That's enough."
********** ...
The woman laughed, "A rare genius of the Confucian world, actually fighting with a woman."
Jing Liu said, "In these extraordinary times, please forgive my rudeness." The woman continued, "Do you also wish to follow in the footsteps of the Martial Sword Official?" Jing Liu replied, "The Lord of the Confucian Heaven is not subject to any threats." The woman said, "Is the weight of the three words 'Dragon Qin Fragrance' enough?" Jing Liu: "This…"
Just as Jing Liu was speechless, two cold sword beams pierced through the sandstorm. The woman holding the flute flipped, dodging the two attacks, and Jing Liu seized the opportunity to enter the Dao Heaven, advancing into its depths like a whirlwind. The woman looked closely and saw Xiao Meng and the short-haired boy appear before her. The woman chuckled a few times, "Too late." Then she disappeared, and Xiao Meng and the boy also rushed into the Dao Heaven. **********
...
The Martial Swordsman asked, "Why are you so calm?"
Zi Yin replied, "Because everything is about to end." Tian Qian said, "Well said, watch out."
The Martial Swordsman struck first, wielding his longsword and unleashing his ultimate move. "Extreme Martial Sword!" Tian Qian attacked Zi Yin with lightning speed. Zi Yin stood still, allowing the Martial Swordsman to attack. Tian Qian showed no mercy, piercing Zi Yin's heart with his sword, a stream of hot red blood spurting out, splattering all over the Martial Swordsman's face.
Just as Tian Qian killed Zi Yin, a voice came from behind: "Where are you attacking?" The Martial Swordsman turned around and saw Xiao Guantian standing behind him, smiling slightly. The Martial Swordsman touched his face, and the bright red blood had vanished, a chill running through Tian Qian's heart.
Zi Yin said, "This final move will be the end of everything." The Martial Swordsman said, "I couldn't ask for more." At this moment, the melodious sound of the flute rang out again, and a faint purple light gradually emanated from Zi Yin's body. The Martial Sword Master focused his inner energy, preparing to unleash his final move. As the atmosphere reached its peak, their ultimate techniques were unleashed. "White Waves Awaken!"
Zi Yin raised her hands, and a chilling purple light shot forth from them. "Heavenly Punishment: Martial Arts Severing Sword Soul!" The Martial Sword Master unleashed the strongest move in his Martial Sword Style, striking with overwhelming force, a deafening roar that echoed through the heavens.
The two beams of energy clashed, the air swirling with earth-shattering force, their sharp edges piercing the clouds and causing mountains to crumble. The fierce attacks stirred up a cloud of dust, the explosive clash resembling the end of the world. As the dust settled, only a figure stood silently. The suicidal battle… was over. Clouds drifted across the sky, the early morning breeze carried a chill, and birds sang in unison, welcoming the new day. But… someone had already perished.
"Martial Swordsman..." Jing Liu cried out, as blood spurted from Tian Qian's hand, which was gripping the longsword tightly. A trail of blood flowed down the Martial Swordsman's forehead, staining his handsome face and soaking his white robes crimson. The Martial Swordsman's majestic body slowly collapsed, falling onto the layers of yellow sand.
"Martial Swordsman..." By the time Jing Liu arrived, Tian Qian had already accepted defeat, his blood splattering on the yellow earth.
Jingliu exclaimed excitedly, "Martial Swordsman, I'm sorry I'm late. You must pull yourself together!" Tianqian said slowly, "Jingliu, you...you've finally arrived..." Jingliu said, "Let me heal your wounds." Tianqian said, "No...no need...I...my time is almost up...before I go...I only want to tell you...a few words...please...protect...Daotian...don't let...the Undying Demon God...Hundred Lives...Hundred Lives...take over...Dao...tian...otherwise everything...will be over..." Jingliu said, "I know, this is our shared mission."
Tianqian, clinging to his last breath, laughed wildly at the heavens, "Ha...Cold Path...it seems Martial Swordsman is destined to sail alone in this life...Words are endless...yet I cannot forget the heartbreak...Yayi!" With that, Martial Swordsman's longsword fell from his loosened hand, silently collapsing into the dust along with its master's death.
"Master..." Xiaomeng, who arrived later, saw the cruel reality and couldn't help but burst into tears, crying out to the heavens.
But who knew that all of this was just the prelude to a conspiracy.
"Hong Le, why did you pull me out of the battle?" Zi Yin said angrily. The woman with the flute said, "Martial Swordsman's swordsmanship is sharp, I'm afraid of you..." Zi Yin said, "Martial Swordsman truly deserves to be called a master, it's just a pity that he has offended Emperor Le..." Hong Le said, "Are you going to report back to Emperor Le now?" Zi Yin smiled and said, "Of course not, I need to finish something first before reporting back." Hong Le said, "What is it... could it be..." Zi Yin said, "You guessed it." At the same time, she reached out and rubbed Hong Le's beautiful breasts.

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