Yang Dancing in the Wind and Clouds

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On the mountain path, two figures chased and fled, occasionally stopping to exchange a few swift moves. The pursuer, though more skilled, forced the fleeing figure to retreat, but the difference in skill was not too great, and the pursuer could not capture the fleeing man.
Seeing the mountain path narrowing further, the woman in pursuit felt a sense of foreboding. The terrain here was extremely treacherous, certainly not a suitable place to fight. Her opponent had deliberately lured her here; could there be another plan? Although the woman was confident in her martial arts prowess, her "Whirlwind Sword Technique" being virtually unmatched in the martial world, the terrain was extremely dangerous, and it was nearing night. If the sun went down and the moonlight shone down, should she continue the pursuit? A sense of hesitation arose within her.
After chasing for a while longer, seeing that the mountain path had narrowed to only one person's width, making it difficult to move, the woman's heart tightened, and she felt a sense of foreboding. The mountain path was flanked by a cliff on the right and a precipitous precipice on the left. Unfortunately for both herself and her opponent, the right side was advantageous while the left was disadvantageous. If the opponent turned to counterattack, her right hand, pressed against the cliff, would hinder her swordsmanship. However, if she turned halfway around, preparing to defend with her sword in her right hand, her lightness skill would be difficult to use. If the opponent were to escape, catching him would be extremely difficult. "That lecherous Du Mingyan is truly a master strategist!" the woman thought angrily, but she didn't give up.
Seeing that the mountain path had reached its narrowest point and the moon had risen, Du Mingyan suddenly turned to face her. His long whip transformed into a blur of light, piercing most of the moonlight, and he completely disappeared into the whip's shadow. Just as he had expected, the woman in front of him had her right hand, holding a sword, resting against the mountain wall. Her unpredictable and ever-changing sword technique had nowhere to turn, and her martial arts skills were reduced to only six or seven tenths. In addition, the mountain path was narrow, but his long whip had a wide attack range. Without the mountain wall to get in his way, he had an excellent advantage in fighting here. Even if he couldn't win, his two-zhang-long whip could hook onto the branches growing horizontally on the next mountain. With a little leverage, he could escape to the next mountain. It was extremely convenient to fight or escape.
But Feng Ziyin, the leader of the "Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon" Four Fairies of Yixian Valley, truly lived up to her reputation as a master of her field. Even in dire straits, she remained calm and composed, her expression unchanged. Under the rising moon, a half-moon was perfectly framed in the night sky where her face faced, bathing her in its gentle light. This accentuated her beautiful, mountain-like features, as if she were born from the essence of heaven and earth, appearing like a beautiful goddess dwelling by the Luo River. Even on this treacherous mountain path, her "arrival" transformed all the murderous intent into a wondrous rain of spiritual energy, a truly captivating and ethereal experience. Though she appeared in the mortal realm, she seemed utterly unfit for this mundane place, unworthy of her status.
Her bright eyes were as clear and bright as the sun rising in the morning glow, yet they always maintained a mysterious and unpredictable calm. Dressed in a high-coiffed palace gown, her hair beautifully styled, she appeared to be only in her early twenties. Despite being in danger, there was not a trace of anger in her expression. Her white robes embroidered with purple were impeccably tailored; even the night wind seemed unable to stir her clothes. Especially in the glint of her eyes, a noble and elegant air was subtly revealed. Under the moonlight, she truly seemed like a celestial being descended to earth.
Barely managing to parry several of Du Mingyan's whips, Feng Ziyin remained outwardly calm, but cold sweat poured down her back. The mountain path was extremely narrow, offering no room to maneuver. Having become accustomed to wielding a sword with her right hand, the obstruction of the mountain walls prevented her from fully utilizing the subtleties of her Swift Wind Sword Technique! Although Du Mingyan's whip strikes weren't particularly powerful, she had already exhausted all her strength parrying his ever-changing whip techniques; how could she possibly exert any effort to subdue him? If Du Mingyan's martial arts hadn't been significantly inferior to hers, Feng Ziyin would likely already be on guard against being captured by this lecherous thief.
After several exchanges, realizing this couldn't continue, Feng Ziyin suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She turned around, her back against the mountain wall, her right side facing the enemy, her sword-wielding right hand extended, significantly reducing the obstruction. With each swing of her sword, the momentum shifted. Although she couldn't gain the upper hand immediately, she was at least in a position of invincibility.
Du Mingyan's martial arts weren't particularly high, but as a lecherous thief, if his judgment hadn't been better, he would probably have been killed seventy or eighty times already. Knowing that his martial arts were far inferior to Feng Ziyin's, and that her change of posture had negated his advantage on the mountain path, continuing the fight would only be a waste of energy. His long whip suddenly whistled through the air, deflecting Feng Ziyin's sword. Instead of pressing her left hand to protect herself, he coiled the whip and hooked it onto a branch growing horizontally on the mountainside.
As her longsword swung aside, Feng Ziyin inwardly cried out in alarm. Instinctively, she raised her left hand to protect her chest, intending to counterattack after parrying Du Mingyan's deadly attack. Who would have thought Du Mingyan would pull this stunt! Unfortunately, the longsword was already hovering above her head. With her back pressed against the cliff face, it was difficult to exert force and use her lightness skill. She had finally managed to find this man's whereabouts and had chased him for hundreds of miles, but this lecherous scoundrel Du Mingyan was about to escape.
Just then, a sudden commotion erupted from the cliff above. Amidst shouts, a figure fell, heading straight for Du Mingyan's head. Feng Ziyin felt a sense of foreboding. Although she couldn't see clearly in the moonlight, the man's physique clearly indicated he had fallen. The mountain path was so narrow, with nowhere to grab onto. If she didn't intervene, the man would most likely be dead after falling. But if she intervened, catching Du Mingyan would require even more effort.
Just as Feng Ziyin stepped forward, Du Mingyan made his move first, hooking his whip around a tree branch and spun it back. The man cried out "Ouch!" and crouched beside Du Mingyan, clutching his left foot.
A surge of blood rushed to Du Mingyan's throat, and with a bitter smile, he turned his head slightly, watching Feng Ziyin's longsword pierce his left shoulder. If she hadn't intervened and diverted his attention, the person who had fallen wouldn't have injured their left foot. However, he was a lecherous thief
, while she was a chivalrous woman; there was no point in arguing. He turned back and saw that the person who had fallen was only about ten years old, dressed in what appeared to be a martial arts family. However, hearing the shouts and commotion above, and even hearing long ropes being thrown down, Du Mingyan frowned. From the voices above, it seemed this person hadn't fallen accidentally, but had been chased and forced to jump. Seeing Feng Ziyin's expression change slightly, clearly not expecting him to intervene and save the child, only to be stabbed after closing in, Du Mingyan was now in an awkward position, unsure whether to apologize, and momentarily speechless. He endured the pain in his left shoulder, wielding his long whip and knocking down several rocks at his feet. It looked as if he were struggling to survive at the edge of a cliff, grabbing at stones but still unable to escape his fate of falling. He then beckoned to Feng Ziyin, his whip wrapping around the child, and they ran towards a small cave at the end of the mountain path.
Luckily for the child, as the three disappeared into the cave, several people had already climbed down the cliff using ropes, clearly searching for the child. However, seeing the trail, the pursuers didn't stop and slid down the cliff again.
Seeing that the people descending didn't even bother to search the mountain path before being lowered down, the child exhaled a breath he had been holding. Just as he was about to speak, Du Mingyan suddenly turned around, covered the child's mouth with his hand, and shook his head. Feng Ziyin, who was about to ask a question, then realized that the people on the cliff were truly determined to catch the child, and kept lowering people down. For a moment, the treacherous mountain path was filled with the sounds of climbing.
Such a pursuit of a child was no ordinary martial arts feud. Feng Ziyin shook her head, knowing that since she was involved in this matter, she was probably in for trouble! She moved silently to the cave entrance, her slightly cold gaze drifting towards Du Mingyan, clearly not willing to let this lecherous thief go.
Finally, when the noise outside subsided and everyone except a few people who were still investigating had left, Feng Ziyin turned her gaze to the child. Du Mingyan also let go, his eyebrows furrowed as if they were about to knot, not even caring that his left shoulder was still bleeding. If the child hadn't been so heartbroken and hadn't rushed to bandage his wound, the bleeding would have been even more severe.
"I...I'm called Gongyang Meng..." Seeing both of their gazes turn to him, the child, slightly frightened, spoke softly, "They...they're from Yunhui Manor...My late father was the master of Yunhui Manor...his name was Gongyang Mingsu...Those people...those people destroyed my family..." Even Feng Ziyin was slightly startled upon hearing the name Gongyang Mingsu. Yunhui Manor was a powerful force in the martial arts world, especially Gongyang Mingsu, whose actions were both righteous and wicked. He created the Great Wind and Cloud Sword and the Great Wind and Cloud Palm Technique. Although he didn't interfere much in martial arts affairs, he was still a renowned master. Two years ago, she had attended Gongyang Mingsu's birthday celebration to offer her congratulations. No wonder this child looked somewhat familiar. How could she have imagined that Yunhui Manor would be destroyed? However, judging from the commotion outside, this group of people seemed to be experts from the Golden Saber Sect. Although the Golden Saber Sect was not as powerful as Yunhui Manor in the martial arts world, it still held considerable influence. If they were to make a sudden move, they could indeed wipe out Yunhui Manor if caught off guard.
"Was it the Golden Saber Sect that did it?" Her voice was slightly hesitant, yet still as delicate and gentle as Mingyu's. Although Feng Ziyin's attention was focused on Du Mingyan, preventing him from escaping, she couldn't help but consider that while she wasn't afraid of the Golden Saber Sect, it wasn't appropriate for her to get involved like this.
"Besides...besides the Golden Saber Sect...there's also the Jade Sword Sect..." As if recalling the scene of blood and flesh flying when the sect was wiped out, Gongyang Meng's fists clenched tightly, his voice slightly hoarse, clearly gritting his teeth, "In addition...there was a masked woman...her qigong was very strong, and she injured several people right away...If it weren't for her, Jianmingshan, and Pengmingquan attacking Father together, our manor wouldn't...wouldn't have been destroyed so quickly..." Hearing this lineup, even Feng Ziyin found it difficult to remain calm. The martial arts skills of Peng Mingquan, the leader of the Golden Saber Sect, and Jian Mingshan, the head of the Jade Sword Sect, are probably not much weaker than her own. Adding to this is a mysterious woman whose internal energy is known to be extremely powerful. However, most female martial artists in the world rely on weapons, hidden weapons, or lightness skills. To possess such internal energy and be able to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Peng Mingquan and Jian Mingshan is a rare feat in the martial arts world. Besides the Daoist nun of Yinxin Valley, the heroine Cen Yanqing, and the saintess Leng Rouqing, the only other martial artist with both fame and profound internal energy is her fellow disciple Yue Qingqing… Thinking of this, a name flashed through Feng Ziyin's mind.
"Peng Mingquan, Jian Mingshan… could it be… the Six Fiends of Heavenly Annihilation?" Even the young Gongyang Meng paled upon hearing the name Six Fiends of Heavenly Annihilation. Wielding staffs, swords, sabers, and whips, the Six Fiends of Heavenly Annihilation, though infamous for their evil deeds, are largely unknown in the martial world. However, the martial world is not without its intelligent minds, and upon careful deduction, Peng Mingquan and Jian Mingshan are highly likely to be the Saber Fiend and Sword Fiend among the Six Fiends. But without concrete evidence, and with both vehemently denying it, there's no way to prove it.
However, given Gongyang Mingsu's martial arts prowess, even if all three attacked together, it would take nearly a thousand moves to determine a victor. If the Six Fiends of Heavenly Annihilation were to make a move, Peng Mingquan and Jian Mingshan, the Saber and Sword Fiends, and the woman with exceptionally strong internal energy, likely the Qi Fiend among the Six Fiends, the other three would probably not stand idly by. Feng Ziyin's mind raced, and she wanted to find out what the other three scoundrels looked like from the boy. "Besides these three, are there any others?" "No." Gongyang Meng thought for a long time and shook his head. "Besides these three, there are no others of comparable skill... It's just that these three may have had an old grudge against Father. When they fought, it felt like they were very familiar with each other's martial arts..." "
Is that so?" Her thoughts were slightly disordered, and Feng Ziyin shook her head slightly. Now was not the time to think about these things. First, the enemy's whereabouts were still unknown, and second, although Du Mingyan was nearby, all lecherous thieves were cunning and treacherous. If she was not careful, she was afraid that the cooked duck would fly away! Just thinking about him spreading rumors outside that she had caught him but let him fly away was something she could not afford to lose face about.
"Is anyone left in your family?"
"I'm afraid... no one is left..." Thinking of the scene, tears welled in her eyes. Gongyang Meng shook his little head. This time, the enemy was numerous and powerful, their attack overwhelming Yunhui Manor. Even his two elder brothers, skilled in martial arts, had resorted to desperate measures, sacrificing themselves to fight the enemy. His third brother, Gongyang Gang, though resilient and full of clever ideas, a favorite of their father, was never particularly skilled in martial arts. Escaping in that situation would have been difficult.
It seemed the other three villains hadn't appeared, or perhaps they had, but Gongyang Meng, with his young age, couldn't see their brilliance. Feng Ziyin shook her head. The people had been saved, and the matter was now in her hands; getting out of it wouldn't be so easy! Feng Ziyin smiled slightly at the still fearful Gongyang Meng, "Although it's not necessary to ask too many questions about feuds in the martial arts world, killing even a child like this is going too far, cutting off the roots. Since you've encountered this matter, I can't ignore it. You should become my disciple, learn martial arts well, and then come back for revenge! As for this lecherous thief..." "That... um... don't kill him... okay?" Seeing that Feng Ziyin was about to attack Du Mingyan, Gongyang Meng shrank back slightly, but still mustered his courage and stood in front of Du Mingyan, "At least... at least he saved my life... Master... please let him go, okay?" "
This..." After a moment's hesitation, Feng Ziyin couldn't bring herself to kill such a young child. Besides, although lust is the root of all evil, Du Mingyan had broken many taboos against lust, but his hands were rarely stained with blood. Just now, at the critical moment of life and death, he still had the mind to save people, but she had accidentally injured him. It was really difficult to strike with this sword. She thought for a moment, then sheathed her longsword. "I'll show leniency and only capture him and imprison him in Yixian Valley. He'll teach you some self-defense and survival techniques. Listen carefully, it's only for self-defense, not for your lewd and thieving skills, understand? If you dare to teach him bad things, I won't let you off." Back in Yixian Valley, Gongyang Meng studied the Piaofeng Sword Technique with Feng Ziyin in the morning and went to Du Mingyan's side in the afternoon.
Firstly, Gongyang Meng was eager for revenge and studied diligently; secondly, Feng Ziyin taught him everything she knew. Within a few years, Gongyang Meng had already achieved a certain level of proficiency in the Piaofeng Sword Technique.
However, things weren't so easy when he was with Du Mingyan. Although Feng Ziyin forbade Gongyang Meng to demonstrate the Piaofeng Sword Technique in front of him to prevent Du Mingyan from secretly learning Yixian Valley's martial arts, Du Mingyan's instruction of his family's Great Wind and Cloud Sword Technique and Great Wind and Cloud Palm Technique still took a lot of effort from Gongyang Meng. Although he was young, Gongyang Meng had already learned the basic routines of Yunhui Manor's martial arts, but Du Mingyan always insisted that he practice them again and again. Although Du Mingyan had saved him when he fell off the cliff, and Gongyang Meng was closer to him than to his master Feng Ziyin, practicing these basic routines that he had already learned a hundred or a thousand times was really boring enough.
"Don't think this is boring." Du Mingyan had his own theory, which he presented to Gongyang Meng when he first started teaching him martial arts, leaving Gongyang Meng's head spinning. "The same martial arts moves, when performed by students taught by the same master, won't have exactly the same power. The key is whether or not the power of the move itself is brought into play. It's not about practicing the same move a hundred thousand or a million times to increase its power!
If you only practice without thinking, you're just wasting your energy. Every move, every strike, may only injure with a palm or a sword, but if your posture is correct and your internal energy is integrated with the move, the power will be even greater." "Correct posture isn't just about practicing a thousand times." Seeing Gongyang Meng about to speak, Du Mingyan smiled slightly, coughed a few times, and then continued the conversation, "Everyone's body is different from others, and the ability to bring out the power of a move..." Even the most basic postures won't be the same. When practicing, you can't just blindly follow the rules. For each move, you must think about how to adjust your body to maximize its power. Perhaps changing the foot position, the hand technique, or even slightly altering the point of force will change the power of the move. Never think you can move on to the next move just because you've mastered one. Think carefully, try it out, and see if you can further enhance its power. After truly mastering several moves, you must also think about how to connect them to unleash even greater power. What suits your master may not suit you. You must find your own path to truly learn.
This principle isn't hard to understand. Even if taught by the same master, even if the master puts in the same amount of effort for several disciples, even if fellow practitioners put in the same amount of effort, there will always be differences in skill level. Those with higher martial arts skills aren't necessarily the ones who practiced more diligently; they simply happened to find a method that suited them best. No wonder that when my brothers practiced martial arts at Yunhui Manor, their progress was different. Sometimes, no matter how they practiced certain moves, even if they thought they had mastered them and their moves were similar to those when Gongyang Mingsu demonstrated them, there was something strange about them. Could it be that?
"So... if I can unleash the power of this move, I can defeat my opponent?" The little face was full of hope. Gongyang, who was determined to take revenge, stared at Du Mingyan with wide eyes, full of anticipation. He only hoped to find a way to unleash the power of the move as soon as possible so that he could go down the mountain and kill all the enemies who had wiped out his family.
"It's not that simple." Shaking his head and coughing a few times, Du Mingyan smiled slightly. "First, thoroughly hone your moves so that every strike is enough to defeat your enemy. You won't need to use unnecessary counter-attacks; that will actually save you energy.
However, being able to unleash the full power of a move is just reaching the limit. There are countless martial artists in various schools and sects. Even if they stumble upon it by chance, a few will find the key and be able to unleash the full power of their moves, but they are merely the top masters of their respective schools. While such masters aren't exactly rare, there are at least dozens or hundreds in the martial arts world. Moreover, the power of moves varies. Even if you can unleash the full power of a move, if your opponent also has the skill, and their moves are more powerful than yours, they can still defeat you." "Then... then what should I do?" He hadn't expected the road to revenge to be so long! Not to mention that mysterious woman, Peng Mingquan and Jian Mingshan are both known experts, and they can probably unleash the full power of their moves. He himself has only just begun to prepare for revenge. He never expected that the gap between himself and his enemy would be so vast. How to take revenge is really giving Gongyang Meng a headache. Suddenly, a thought struck him, recalling Feng Ziyin's often-repeated words, "Shouldn't we choose a suitable environment to maximize our strength while suppressing our opponent's skills...like...like when you and Master fought on the mountain path?" "Choosing a suitable place for the duel is indeed necessary for victory, but that's the way of fighting. In terms of martial arts training, it's merely a shortcut, not the proper path." Shaking his head, Du Mingyan smiled, "To unleash the power beyond mere techniques, everyone has their own method. Some use words to control their minds, focusing intently; some integrate and adapt, creating endless variations; some cultivate their minds, using mental fortitude to hone their martial arts; some incorporate military strategy into their martial arts, or specialize in speed training... In short, those who can truly achieve this are already considered unparalleled masters in the martial arts world, and a further step would make them grandmasters. Becoming a grandmaster depends on opportunity, willpower, and choices, not purely on martial arts skills. With your aptitude, further training..." "In forty or fifty years, you might become a grandmaster, but by then it will be too late for revenge. Right now, the most important thing for you is to proceed step by step and first master the power of your techniques. In terms of power alone, the Great Wind and Cloud Sword Technique and the Great Wind and Cloud Palm Technique are among the best. As long as you can unleash their power, you should be able to barely
achieve revenge..." After thinking carefully, Du Mingyan added a few more words, "Revenge is your own business. I can only teach you martial arts. As for how to plan and how to practice, you have to work hard on your own to achieve anything. If you want to be more stable, after you can fully unleash the power of your techniques, choose a few of your best moves and practice them thoroughly, mastering their meaning. Based on this, add your own creativity, create hundreds of variations, and find ways to increase their power. If you can reach this stage, the possibility of revenge will be much greater..." Although Du Mingyan said this, he was inevitably feeling down, but what Du Mingyan taught was indeed beneficial. After five or six years of training in Yixian Valley, Gongyang Meng felt that not only had he mastered seven or eight tenths of the power of the Great Wind and Cloud Sword Technique and the Great Wind and Cloud Palm Technique, but even the power of the Floating Wind Sword Technique had improved considerably! Now, even when he sparred with Feng Ziyin, he could often gain the upper hand. However, Gongyang Meng's internal energy cultivation was ultimately not as profound as Feng Ziyin's twenty years of Yixian Heart Sutra cultivation. As long as the two clashed in terms of internal energy, Gongyang Meng would still lose, but that was still quite good.
However, the more he practiced, the more advanced his martial arts became, and the more doubts arose in Gongyang Meng's heart. In fact, even Feng Ziyin couldn't help but have doubts. Du Mingyan spoke eloquently, but his actual skill was lackluster. Gongyang Meng, on the other hand, progressed rapidly, and even Feng Ziyin, after hearing Gongyang Meng's explanation, resumed practicing the Floating Wind Sword Technique, her strength increasing dramatically. Clearly, her training method was sound. It wasn't until Du Mingyan's deathbed that the secret was revealed: he was born with the Six Yin Meridians, inherently unable to cultivate internal energy. Although the sword force Feng Ziyin used to injure him wasn't strong, the internal energy had damaged his internal organs. However, his Six Yin Meridians couldn't heal him through internal energy transfer, leaving him only to slowly await death.
This outcome left Feng Ziyin depressed for several days. She wasn't inherently cold-hearted. Although Du Mingyan was fond of women, he had no other vices besides his lewdness. After several years of getting to know him, her hatred for him had softened from the initial hatred based on his status as a lecherous thief. His death was undeniably painful. However, more importantly, Du Mingyan was completely incapable of cultivating internal energy. Apart from wielding a whip and some light-body techniques, he had no other skills. Feng Ziyin, on the other hand, was already a master, yet she couldn't subdue him and even chased him for several days before finally forcing him onto a mountain path. It was truly disheartening.
Feeling dejected, Feng Ziyin suddenly lacked the motivation to do anything, which gave Gongyang Meng much more freedom. Du Mingyan had taught him more than just martial arts and self-defense techniques for navigating the martial world; he had also taught him things that "Feng Ziyin must never know," especially Du Mingyan's dying words, which were deeply etched in Gongyang Meng's heart and he would never forget them.
The moon had risen in the east. Hidden in a tree, Gongyang Meng gazed at Feng Ziyin's boudoir. Although the distance was considerable, even with his keen eyesight, he could only barely make out Feng Ziyin's general movements. He dared not approach any further; Feng Ziyin possessed considerable inner strength, and if he got any closer, she might discover him.
Although Gongyang Meng was already seventeen or eighteen, a time when his desire for women was at its strongest, his occasional visits down the mountain inevitably led to some romantic escapades. He was no longer a naive novice in matters of love. Feng Ziyin was an exceptionally beautiful woman, possessing a heavenly fragrance and a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, not to mention her ethereal and otherworldly demeanor, inspiring both admiration and reverence, inevitably stirring a strong desire within him. However, their master-disciple relationship was already established, and even if Gongyang Meng had a few more lives, he wouldn't dare harbor any improper thoughts towards Feng Ziyin.
Before his death, Du Mingyan left a will on his sickbed: having been imprisoned in Yixian Valley by Feng Ziyin for seven or eight years, he outwardly remained silent, but inwardly harbored a strong desire for revenge. However, Feng Ziyin was extremely wary of him, and he could never find an opportunity. He could only wait until after his death, when Feng Ziyin relaxed her guard, to have Gongyang Meng thoroughly ravage her, thus fulfilling Du Mingyan's wish.
However, Gongyang Meng had been rescued by the two of them. Although Du Mingyan had contributed more, and he inevitably favored his male master, it didn't justify him touching Feng Ziyin. Therefore, Du Mingyan wasn't unprepared before his death. After entering Yixian Valley, he replaced the potted plant by Feng Ziyin's bedroom window with Snow Crystal Grass. This grass itself was not poisonous, but with Du Mingyan deliberately having Gongyang Meng water it with nearby mountain spring water, the fragrance of the flower could be transformed into a medicine.
The method of mixing the drugs couldn't escape Feng Ziyin's notice. However, since the drugs were non-toxic, only having a cleansing and purifying effect, she consulted the pharmacopoeia and confirmed that the ingredients were beneficial and harmless, so she let it go.
But Du Mingyan's real killer move came later. When he sent Gongyang Meng down the mountain to buy food, he deliberately had Gongyang Meng purchase a type of wild vegetable. After the drug's aroma mixed into the wild vegetable, it would transform into an aphrodisiac. Although its potency was weak—even after dozens of times, it wouldn't be enough to make a master like Feng Ziyin lose her senses—its value lay in its ability to accumulate in the body and gradually change one's constitution. Subtly, the body would become increasingly craving lust. However, this transformation was gradual, and unless one had a deep understanding of pharmacology, it would be completely undetectable.
What truly captivated Gongyang Meng was that although Feng Ziyin possessed a beauty surpassing even the most celestial beings and an unparalleled purity, Du Mingyan could discern that while she was born with a "seductive and alluring appearance," she was actually most vulnerable to the temptations of lust. However, the Yi Xian Heart Sutra was so skillful that it could suppress her inherent lust, making Feng Ziyin appear ethereal and her temperament elegant and pure. Even if she fell into the hands of a lecherous thief, if his flirting techniques couldn't overcome the suppression of the Yi Xian Heart Sutra, arousing Feng Ziyin's desire would be extremely difficult. Ordinary aphrodisiacs were utterly ineffective against her.
Even so, the Yi Xian Heart Sutra could only forcibly suppress Feng Ziyin's instincts, while Du Mingyan's methods over the years were precisely aimed at stimulating Feng Ziyin's true nature from within, gradually breaking through the suppression of the Yi Xian Heart Sutra. At this moment, Gongyang Meng observed that Feng Ziyin in the room did indeed appear restless and uneasy, a situation that would never occur with such a master. It seemed that Du Mingyan's previous methods had indeed been quite effective on Feng Ziyin.
Although it had some effect, Feng Ziyin was still his master, and her skills were so profound that Gongyang Meng dared not act rashly. Although Du Mingyan had taught him many techniques, and Gongyang Meng had tried them when he had the chance to go down the mountain, and the techniques seemed to be effective, he was still unsure whether they would work on Feng Ziyin. Du Mingyan hadn't explicitly told him that in the future, after entering the martial world, the trials and tribulations of the martial world wouldn't necessarily be overcome by simply following the righteous path. Taking action against Feng Ziyin was not only to fulfill Du Mingyan's last wish, but also a test for himself; if even Feng Ziyin submitted to him, he would have more than enough power to navigate the martial world with such methods.
His heart was in turmoil, unsure whether he should make a move. In his hesitation, Gongyang Meng's ears twitched, and a faint groan entered his ears from somewhere. He held his breath and listened carefully. The groan seemed to contain a hint of crying, and he increasingly felt that the sound was coming from Feng Ziyin's room. Startled by this sudden stroke of good fortune, Gongyang Meng strained his eyes and saw that Feng Ziyin was tossing and turning inside the bed curtains and bedding. The movements grew louder and the sounds clearer. He
quietly climbed down from the tree and quickly went to Feng Ziyin's door, gently knocking. He heard rustling sounds of clothes being put on inside, followed by Feng Ziyin's voice after a long while—muffled, weak, and urgent, unlike her usual cool and gentle tone.
"Who is it? What's wrong?"
"It's Meng'er..." Having never heard Feng Ziyin's voice like this before, Gongyang Meng felt a pang of fear and shrank back. But now that she was here, how could he back down? His voice trembled slightly as he barely managed to answer Feng Ziyin's question, "Meng'er couldn't sleep, so I came out to practice my sword, but I heard some strange noises coming from Master's room..."
"It's nothing, there are no strange noises! Go back to your room and sleep!" Hearing Feng Ziyin's words, which sounded like she was about to scold him, Gongyang Meng was so frightened that half of his soul flew out of his body. He was afraid that Feng Ziyin would see through his unspeakable thoughts at a glance, and he hurriedly stammered that he was about to take his leave. Feng Ziyin inside seemed to realize that her tone was too harsh. She coughed lightly and softened her voice, "It's already late at night. Master is fine here. Meng'er, don't wander around outside. Go to sleep early."
"Yes...yes, Master...Meng'er takes his leave..."
Once he was a little away from Feng Ziyin's room, Gongyang Meng's heart began to beat normally again. But as soon as it returned to normal, his mind started working again. Du Mingyan had repeatedly warned that anything unusual was a sign of something sinister. Feng Ziyin was unusually angry today, a far cry from her usual serene and ethereal demeanor, unmoved by worldly affairs. And from her tone, it didn't seem like she had seen through his thoughts and was therefore acting out of character. Could it be that Du Mingyan's methods had truly worked? Feng Ziyin could no longer bear the burning desire within her, and fearing his discovery, she had become angry and driven him away? The more Gongyang Meng thought about it, the more his heart pounded. Perhaps… perhaps if he added a little more effort, he could get what he wanted!
"Ouch!" His foot slipped, and he lost his balance, falling forward. If Feng Ziyin hadn't reacted quickly and sheathed her sword, Gongyang Meng would have been injured. But at this moment, Gongyang Meng's martial arts were not much weaker than Feng Ziyin's. Although it was a sparring match, Feng Ziyin had given it her all. Once the sword strike was launched, it was hard to stop. She was so focused on not accidentally injuring her disciple that she used all her strength and couldn't move her body in time. Gongyang Meng, who was off balance, couldn't stop his momentum and rolled into Feng Ziyin's arms. Fortunately, Feng Ziyin focused her energy and managed to withstand Gongyang Meng's momentum. Otherwise, with the force of the fall, both of them would have rolled to the ground.
Feeling the man's presence in her arms, Feng Ziyin's heart fluttered slightly. Especially when Gongyang Meng, in his panic, grabbed wildly and accidentally touched her private parts, she felt her whole body go weak. She quickly reached out and pressed down on Gongyang Meng's shoulders, pushing him away slightly. "Meng'er, what's wrong with you today? Your footwork and swordsmanship are quite messed up... If you continue to be like this, how will you go down the mountain to take revenge?" "It's...it's Meng'er's fault...I don't know why...it's just not right today..." He lowered his head, not daring to face Feng Ziyin's face, afraid that she would see the strange expression on his face. Gongyang Meng's heart pounded, but not with the tension and excitement Feng Ziyin had imagined—a tension stemming from a lack of revenge. Instead, it was because he had deliberately touched a part of her body that shouldn't be touched. He felt Feng Ziyin's delicate body tremble, but instead of scolding him, she reached out to support him. The touch felt soft and smooth, and she even seemed to react with a hint of arousal. It seemed Du Mingyan's methods were more effective than expected; Feng Ziyin now seemed unable to withstand even ordinary touch.
"Alright, don't practice swordsmanship or internal energy today. Just meditate here and calm your mind first," Feng Ziyin said softly, her tone softening. Aside from his extreme lust, Du Mingyan wasn't a bad person. He was also Gongyang Meng's other master, and even he himself couldn't let go of his death, let alone Gongyang Meng. Since his death, Gongyang Meng's condition had indeed been off; he seemed restless and absent-minded. Forcing him to practice martial arts in this state would likely be more harmful than beneficial.
Seeing Feng Ziyin walk to the side, gazing at the distant mountains, seemingly lost in thought, her slender hand subtly smoothed her skirt, clearly trying to conceal the area Gongyang Meng had "accidentally" touched. The movements were small and gentle, occasionally trembling slightly before being quickly withdrawn, as if afraid Gongyang Meng would see. Yet, she stubbornly maintained her composure, a sight that almost made Gongyang Meng burst out laughing. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, mentally calculating how to utilize the techniques Du Mingyan had taught him, striking while the iron was hot, seizing the opportunity.
He crept closer to Feng Ziyin's boudoir. Fortunately, the sky was overcast, obscuring the moon intermittently, making it difficult to see clearly—perfect timing for the thief. Otherwise, Gongyang Meng might not have dared to approach. He moved cautiously, becoming increasingly careful as he got closer to Feng Ziyin's chamber. Eventually, he would wait a moment after each step, only daring to proceed when he felt nothing amiss.
Sneaking stealthily to Feng Ziyin's window, Gongyang Meng deliberately slipped to the side facing away from the moonlight before daring to peek through the paper window. He saw Feng Ziyin tossing and turning inside the gauze curtains, showing no signs of sleepiness. He couldn't help but admire Du Mingyan's skill; the medicine he'd left him was incredibly potent. Even with Feng Ziyin's profound internal energy, she couldn't withstand its effects.
This prescription was somewhere between an aphrodisiac and a regular drug. To be precise, it wasn't quite an aphrodisiac, but it heightened her senses and caused a slight restlessness, making sleep extremely difficult. Taken alone, it would only keep Feng Ziyin awake for a night. However, combined with Du Mingyan's years of preparation, the combined effect made Feng Ziyin unable to control her desires. Even better, the sensation was completely different from an aphrodisiac; Feng Ziyin herself wouldn't realize her body had been affected by the lecherous scheme, at most thinking it was just a feeling of unease.
Suddenly, Gongyang Meng's body trembled, and he pressed himself against the window, no longer daring to move. Feng Ziyin, inside the gauze curtain, sat up, put on her robe, tied up the curtain, walked to the window, pushed open the window, and sat on a chair, staring blankly at the moon. If she hadn't moved to that position, exactly opposite to where Gongyang Meng was, he would have thought that his nervousness had caused him to make a mistake, and that Feng Ziyin had noticed him!
After a long while, he didn't notice any movement from Feng Ziyin, only soft sighs, sometimes punctuated by a slight panting. Gongyang Meng mustered his courage, raised his head, reached out and wet the window paper, tearing a small hole. He saw Feng Ziyin sitting sideways, her eyes drawn by the moonlight, her delicate body bathed in the moonlight, seemingly glowing. The outer garment she casually picked up was so thin it was almost transparent. Even through the layer, one could see that Feng Ziyin's inner clothes were disheveled, and there were several streaks of light on her loose hair, obviously from where she had just bitten her lip, perhaps to cover up some sound.
Although he couldn't see it very clearly, Gongyang Meng dared to swear that he had just witnessed something that would never normally happen to Feng Ziyin! This elegant and pure beauty had her slender hands between her legs, and he could even see Feng Ziyin's jade legs trembling. Obviously, even Feng Ziyin herself couldn't explain this strange behavior, but she refused to withdraw her hands from her jade legs, and for a moment she seemed not to know what to do, just standing there.
"How...how could this be..." Her voice was clear and soft, as faint as a mosquito's buzz; if Gongyang Meng hadn't been so focused on Feng Ziyin, he wouldn't have heard her murmurs at all. "That...that despicable Du Mingyan...you...you only...only became disrespectful to Ziyin after you died...making Ziyin unable to even...unable to have a good dream...unable to sleep soundly...how dare...how dare you be so indecent to Ziyin in your dream...how despicable..." Hearing Feng Ziyin's plaintive voice, Gongyang Meng was truly startled. He naturally didn't believe the nonsense that Du Mingyan could still appear in Feng Ziyin's dream after death and be so indecent to her in her dream; it seemed that Feng Ziyin, who was elegant and pure during the day, without the slightest abnormality, was tossing and turning at night, unable to sleep under the impact of lust. As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Since Feng Ziyin could no longer suppress her spring fever, her dream was naturally filled with erotic and alluring scenes. However, Feng Ziyin had cultivated a pure and austere lifestyle since childhood, and her mind
could never stray into matters of passion. The only person she could associate with matters of love was the deceased Du Mingyan. Therefore, this strange spring dream had to be attributed to Du Mingyan. But despite his speculations, Gongyang Meng couldn't tear his attention away from Feng Ziyin.
His soft complaints seemed unable to rouse her. Her delicate body trembled, and her casually draped outer garment slipped down, revealing her exquisitely beautiful figure. The straps of her bodice had already come undone, loosely draped over her body. This aroused beauty was completely oblivious to this; her breasts were indeed full and high, firm and upright, managing to hold the bodice up so he couldn't see the magnificent view within.
Even if his upper body wasn't clearly visible, it didn't matter. At this moment, Feng Ziyin's thighs presented an even more alluring sight; nothing was left to cover her body between her buttocks and thighs, and the smooth, fleshy appearance was truly incredibly seductive. From Gongyang Meng's angle, although he couldn't see the whole picture, he could still see it clearly; as Feng Ziyin's slender hands moved continuously, the skin seemed to glisten with moisture amidst the glint of light. Especially when Feng Ziyin couldn't resist the stimulation and slightly raised her buttocks and legs, the beautiful reflection on the chair beneath her could be seen, making Gongyang Meng's heart itch, yet he dared not make a move.
As the movements intensified, Feng Ziyin's complaints gradually faded, slowly transforming into soft moans. Initially, she showed some shyness and fear, but gradually, the instinctive stimulation overcame everything. Feng Ziyin's moans became increasingly sweet, and her delicate body trembled incessantly, occasionally arching her slender waist slightly. However, no matter how violently her body trembled and convulsed, her bodice stubbornly refused to slip off her body, causing Gongyang Meng to completely lose sight of the main point. His eyes were only on the trembling movements of her jade arms and pink legs, and Feng Ziyin's shy and timid, yet seemingly restrained and embarrassed, charming demeanor. This sight made him feel unbearably itchy, and he only wished to replace Feng Ziyin's restless hands with his own, so that Feng Ziyin could personally experience what it felt like to be truly played with by a man, by a lecherous thief.
Amidst soft moans and sweet cries, Feng Ziyin seemed to have reached her peak. A sharp groan escaped her lips, and she abruptly stopped, slumping back in her chair, panting heavily. Her body was drenched in sweat, glowing brilliantly in the moonlight. A slight daze lingered in her eyes, unlike her usual clear and focused gaze. Her cherry lips were a rare, vibrant red, a beauty even rouge couldn't match. Her bodice was completely disheveled, her skin flushed in the moonlight. The
sight of this young heroine experiencing her first climax was truly breathtaking. Seeing that Feng Ziyin had climaxed, Gongyang Meng, though delighted, dared not make a move. Earlier, Feng Ziyin's mind had been consumed by desire, her alertness far lower than usual. Now that she had climaxed, though still stunningly beautiful, he knew that after a short rest, his actions would be impossible to conceal from the now-vigilant Feng Ziyin! If she discovered him spying, Feng Ziyin might have spared him under normal circumstances, considering it was her first offense. But now that he had discovered Feng Ziyin's secret, it would be difficult for her not to kill him to silence him!
However, Gongyang Meng's steps were nailed to the ground by the scene that followed, making it impossible for him to leave. He saw Feng Ziyin's beautiful eyes slightly closed, her slender fingers, still glistening with moisture, slowly moving to her lips. Her delicate fingers, like a clove, seemed to be sucking on something sweet, drawing all the sticky moisture from her fingertips into her mouth. Even more captivating was her expression as she sucked; a mixture of pure shyness and a hint of wantonness, a kind of addictive, infatuated look.
Watching Feng Ziyin's next move, Gongyang Meng couldn't help but secretly admire Du Mingyan's skill. A pure, elegant, and beautiful heroine, under Du Mingyan's years of manipulation, had become so unable to control herself! She had already enjoyed herself once, but after her tongue lightly sucked on the honeyed fluid she had secreted, she couldn't resist wanting to do it again! Feng Ziyin, seated on the chair, lightly licked her slender fingers, unwilling to let go, while her other hand slid down to her lower body.
Her delicate body trembled slightly, and her hand seemed to move on its own, as if possessed by a different owner. Gongyang Meng, already in the throes of youthful vigor, had his penis erect and unable to be suppressed when he saw Feng Ziyin shyly masturbating. Now, seeing her unable to resist going again after her initial pleasure, so unlike her usual noble and pure demeanor, how could he possibly resist? He suddenly burst through the window, the sudden noise startling Feng Ziyin, who turned pale. When she tried to get up, the languidness from her earlier waning desire, combined with the current burning urge, both held her back! Feng Ziyin had barely stood up when Gongyang Meng embraced her tightly from behind. Her body, brimming with desire, could hardly bear such intimate contact with a man. Especially since there was nothing between her buttocks and legs, and through Gongyang Meng's pants, his erect penis scalded her body with a lewd heat, causing her to go limp instantly, unable to resist.
"Meng'er...no...no...I...I'm your master..." Gongyang Meng held her tightly, his delicate little ear being held in his mouth, his hot tongue sucking and licking, teasing her until her ears turned red; his bodice was also torn open in one swift motion, leaving her naked and embraced by the man like this, how could Feng Ziyin not know what Gongyang Meng wanted? She struggled weakly in Gongyang Meng's arms, but couldn't break free from his strong embrace. She could only moan softly, trying to bring him back to his senses. "Ah...no...you...you can't do this...Master will...will punish you severely...uh...no...no...ah...no...no...you can't do that..."
Her moans suddenly rose. Gongyang Meng, worthy of being the disciple of that lecherous Du Mingyan, touched every sensitive spot that Feng Ziyin couldn't resist with his hands and lips. Feng Ziyin felt her firm, full breasts being gently grasped by him, and a hot sensation rushed into her body! Especially when he gently pinched her already hot and hard nipples between his fingers, the tingling sensation intensified with each touch. What was especially terrifying was that Gongyang Meng even joined in with his legs, pressing between Feng Ziyin's legs, making it impossible for her to close her jade legs any longer. Her already gushing honey spring could no longer be contained and flowed outwards, causing Feng Ziyin to feel so ashamed that she went limp and powerless to resist his methods.
"No...you...ah...you can't do this...Meng'er, you...you can't make this mistake again..." She weakly resisted Gongyang Meng's advances, her movements growing increasingly feeble. Under Gongyang Meng's ministrations, Feng Ziyin moaned and gasped, her already overflowing desire swelling even more. The last vestige of reason within her manifested in words, escaping from her fragrant lips as she desperately pleaded with Gongyang Meng, "As long as...ah...ah...as long as you pull back from the brink...Master won't punish you tomorrow...tomorrow...Meng'er, you...ah...you must think it over...um...don't..."
"Now...we can't stop...Master..." Holding the pure and delicate Feng Ziyin in his arms was like holding a ball of fire; Gongyang Meng could no longer resist the surge of lust. He gently held Feng Ziyin's slender waist, one hand caressing and playing with her breasts, his tongue licking her flushed cheeks. His free hand laboriously undressed himself, responding to Feng Ziyin's advances.
"My male master... not only did he have sex with you in my dreams... but he also left a message for Meng'er... asking Meng'er to work hard to break my female master's virginity... to carefully uncover your hidden... 'alluring beauty'... so that you can taste... the most wonderful feeling of being a woman..."
Her face flushed, as if something had exploded in her mind. Feng Ziyin never expected that the deepest secret buried within her was already known to Du Mingyan, and even her disciple Gongyang Meng had not been kept in the dark.
When Feng Ziyin, an orphan, was adopted by the former master of Yixian Valley at a young age, the master had already noticed the unusual qualities within her. He was the first among his disciples to pass on the Yixian Heart Sutra to her, only revealing this secret to her on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, when she was about to leave the mountain and enter the martial world. This served as a warning to Feng Ziyin to be extra careful in her travels. Because of
this, Feng Ziyin harbored a deep resentment towards lecherous thieves, which led to her relentless pursuit of Du Mingyan for hundreds of miles. Consequently, although she had sensed the abnormalities within her body over the past few years, and her long-suppressed desires seemed to be stirring, Feng Ziyin had no suspicion of Du Mingyan, who was also in the valley. She attributed it solely to her innate "alluring and seductive" constitution. Even when her desires were so intense that masturbation alone was insufficient to relieve them, she didn't think to guard against her beloved disciple. Little did she know that not only had her shameful act of masturbating at night been witnessed by Gongyang Meng, but it seemed her virginity was also in danger of being lost.
Tonight, not only would she lose her virginity, but she would also lose it to her own disciple. Feng Ziyin was filled with shame and remorse, yet her heart was filled with a strange anticipation that she couldn't suppress.
Gongyang Meng, who was already naked, felt the burning desire raging within Feng Ziyin's flawless, alabaster-like body as she embraced him. He was overjoyed, knowing that Feng Ziyin's previously waned desire had returned, and now she was completely under his control!
He held Feng Ziyin even tighter, one hand busy fondling her breasts, the other gently cupping her cheek, half-forcibly turning her shyly closed face towards him. His lips and tongue covered hers, gently yet forcefully stealing her first kiss.
With her eyes closed and a shy expression, Feng Ziyin felt a fiery pressure on her lips. Initially hesitant, she quickly broke down her defenses under Gongyang Meng's hot, skillful tongue.
Tears welled in her eyes as she felt Gongyang Meng's tongue part her lips. A tongue then forcefully and resolutely invaded, sweeping and engulfing her fragrant mouth. In no time, it had hooked her delicate tongue, leading her to experience the intense passion of a passionate kiss. It seemed that even this intrusion had awakened the instinctive desire within her alluring beauty. The sensation of their lips and tongues dancing together was so intoxicating that Feng Ziyin was momentarily captivated, even forgetting that she was being forcibly kissed by her disciple. Dizzy and dazed, she followed his tongue, responding to his tender, passionate kiss.
His kisses grew deeper and more intense, leaving Feng Ziyin dizzy and almost unable to extricate herself. She didn't know when her charming, chivalrous self had been carried to bed by her disciple. The moment her undershirt touched the sheets, Feng Ziyin snapped back to reality and let out a weak moan. Although she had realized her precious virginity when Gongyang Meng stripped her naked, she feared she wouldn't escape a man's hands tonight, especially her own disciple! But once her body was on the bed, the shame intensified a hundredfold; the deep kiss on her lips was so sweet and intoxicating that it made Feng Ziyin's bones soften, leaving her unable to resist Gongyang Meng's actions.
Moreover, Gongyang Meng's various rude advances towards her grew increasingly intense. He kissed Feng Ziyin until she gasped and moaned, almost unable to breathe; at the same time, his hands worked together to caress her delicate, fragrant breasts with varying pressure and rhythm, teasing the shy, chivalrous woman until her body burned with desire, her virginal passion already overflowing and difficult to suppress; none could escape his ministrations, her nipples already hard as if about to burst.
What made Feng Ziyin even more embarrassed was the action on Gongyang Meng's legs. Even after carrying the powerless Feng Ziyin to the bed, ready to feast on her, Gongyang Meng did not relax his care for her lower body. He bent his right knee and pressed it between Feng Ziyin's thighs, not giving her any chance to close her legs, and constantly rubbed gently between them. This position not only made it impossible for Feng Ziyin to hide the flowing and surging spring water between her thighs, but more importantly, it made Feng Ziyin feel at all times that her secret place between her thighs was being watched by a man. This kind of psychological invasion was the best tool to arouse the "seductive and alluring" instincts within Feng Ziyin, making her burn with desire! She
never expected that her disciple would have such a sophisticated method of seduction. Feng Ziyin felt that every movement and every word of Gongyang Meng's was trapping her body and mind in a fog of lust, from which she could not escape. Her pure and delicate body seemed completely consumed by lust, utterly devoid of strength, and utterly unable to resist Gongyang Meng's advances. Even after Gongyang Meng had left her cherry lips and slid his tongue onto Feng Ziyin's high, jade-like breasts, bringing a stimulation even stronger than a large hand, Feng Ziyin could no longer utter the words to ask Gongyang Meng to stop. She had exerted almost all her strength to suppress the urge to submit to lust that was choking her throat and about to spill out at any moment; but if she could attend to her upper body, she couldn't attend to her lower body. Between her legs, forced wide open, how could she possibly hold back the gushing spring that would burst forth like a tidal wave?
It was clear that Feng Ziyin's resistance had reached its limit. At this moment, she could only barely suppress the urge to moan and groan, her jade legs already burning with desire. Gongyang Meng was also panting heavily, his desire driving him to want to break through Feng Ziyin's body, remove her hymen, and conquer this beautiful master who had always been pure, innocent, and seemingly virtuous. However, Du Mingyan's dying words told him that he needed to deliver one last blow to completely break down Feng Ziyin's defenses, so that even if she suffered the excruciating pain of deflowering, she would no longer be able to resist the flames of desire within her.
"Ah...no...no...Meng'er, you...uh...don't...please...ah...spare Master...don't...don't do this anymore...ah...please...no...ah...um...don't...please...don't suck there...ah...you're going to...you're going to kill Master..." Feng Ziyin's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to bite her hand to stop herself from surrendering, but she couldn't help but cry out.
At that moment, Gongyang Meng buried his head between Feng Ziyin's legs, kissing her gushing opening, thirstily and sweetly sucking at the alluring nectar.
The sensation of the kiss was even more intense than when her lips were sealed, and since that was a woman's most sensitive area, the intense feeling was unbearable. In an instant, Feng Ziyin's body burned, her slender waist arched, and she was almost about to climax, her whole body nearly exploding.
"Good...good Master..." The kiss returned to Feng Ziyin's face, another passionate kiss pressing down on her.
Helpless, Feng Ziyin could only slightly open her mouth, letting Gongyang Meng sweetly enjoy her; his tongue still carried the sweetness of her secretions, making the kiss even more intoxicating.
In her languid and confused state, Feng Ziyin was almost lost in beauty, Gongyang Meng's voice controlling her heart, "Meng'er can't...can't hold back anymore...Meng'er is going to...is going to break your body now...to let you experience the taste of a man...it's better than doing it yourself..."
"Yes...yes...you...you come..." She responded to Gongyang Meng's words in a daze, then suddenly snapped back to reality. How had she become so lewd? Being raped and having her virginity taken by her disciple was bad enough, but to actually ask for his violation?
Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets. Gongyang braced himself on the bed with his elbows, stretched out both hands, and gently kneaded Feng Ziyin's breasts, teasing the young virgin into another soft moan. He spread Feng Ziyin's jade legs apart with just his own, and without even using his hands for support, his hard penis, without any guidance, flowed upwards, slowly probing towards Feng Ziyin's moist valley. The fiery stimulation scorched Feng Ziyin's jade legs, making it even harder for her to resist the intense desire within her body. The base of her jade legs even lightly touched the penis that was exploring and probing, enjoying its fiery masculinity.
"Master...bear with it..." With a slight push, the head of his penis had already probed into Feng Ziyin's moist, alluring valley. Seeing that Feng Ziyin was ultimately a virgin, and that the pain of this first time would be unbearable, he stopped after only a little penetration, instead using his mouth to kiss, lick, and suck on Feng Ziyin's sensitive, erect breasts, displaying his oral skills while coaxing her as tears streamed down her face, "It's only a little bit...Meng'er will...will be considerate of Master's virginity...will take it slow...Master, don't be nervous...relax a little...after the pain...you'll feel amazing..."
Although Gongyang Meng didn't thrust deeply in one go, his penis was quite large, especially the head, which was enormous and menacing. Even just the tip inside caused Feng Ziyin unbearable pain. If she hadn't been aroused to the point of burning desire, her vagina overflowing with fluids that constantly moistened the area being violated, making penetration much easier, she probably wouldn't have been able to endure even that.
Unfortunately, Feng Ziyin didn't know that her slightly furrowed brows and gently biting her teeth, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure, were incredibly beautiful and charming to Gongyang Meng, who was deflowering her. If it were Du Mingyan penetrating her, that captivating expression alone would have been enough to vent all the pent-up anger within him.
Admiring Feng Ziyin's expression of both pain and pleasure, feeling her shy and weak trembling in his arms, Gongyang Meng felt his heart overflowing; this feeling alone was enough to sweep away all the tension and fear he had felt before. He kissed Feng Ziyin's slightly cool yet sweet and delicate lips as he slowly moved his penis, almost imperceptibly beginning to insert it. His hands had somehow moved behind her, gently controlling her waist and hips, giving his beautiful master no room to escape.
Since she was already inside him, how could she escape? Although she could feel Gongyang Meng's subtle movements, Feng Ziyin was powerless to escape. She gritted her teeth, enduring the burning pain, but gradually felt a strange sensation growing clearer and stronger within the pain. This sensation, mixed with the pain, became so bizarre that she couldn't even describe the feeling in her body.
Though she resented her disciple's audacity, she also felt a shy shame, realizing he had only acted disrespectfully because he had witnessed her uncontrollable lust. Yet, a primal craving within her compelled her to savor the exquisite sensation of a man entering her. It was as if her alluring beauty had taken on a shameful effect. Feng Ziyin was overwhelmed with a complex mix of emotions—shame, anger, hatred, and joy. Gongyang Meng
gently and slowly thrust into Feng Ziyin's secluded valley, suppressing the urge to thrust unrestrained. The woman beneath him was not an experienced one, but his beautiful master, experiencing this for the first time. Her deflowering was a matter of great importance; he could not afford to miss it. While observing Feng Ziyin's delicate body's reaction, he adjusted the force and depth of his penetration, slowly enjoying the alluring tightness of Feng Ziyin's flesh and the sweet, deep sucking of her valley. Gongyang Meng couldn't help but admire the wonder of this "seductive beauty." Although it was Feng Ziyin's first time, the reaction of her valley was already so sweet. Just suppressing his impulses made him itchy and restless.
Unbeknownst to her, Gongyang Meng had tenderly removed Feng Ziyin's delicate hymen, robbing this pure and virtuous woman of her innocence. He gently caressed her, allowing her to gradually adjust amidst the pain, while slowly penetrating deeper. When he reached the very depths, his testicles pressed against her thighs, Feng Ziyin's sensations were at their most intense. Gongyang Meng's movements were extremely gentle, his teasing gestures unforgettable. Although the pain of losing her virginity still lingered in her valley, and although the initial sensation of his penis was inevitably uncomfortable, Feng Ziyin had already recovered from the pain, her waist and hips subtly twisting.
Though outwardly undetectable, Gongyang Meng was intimately connected with Feng Ziyin; how could he not feel her movements? He knew this elegant, beautiful, and gentle heroine was already aroused, so he subtly exerted force in his waist, slowly thrusting and grinding. With each thrust, he lowered his upper body, pressing his face against Feng Ziyin's burning cheek, his tongue deftly parting her sweaty hair, gently sucking on her sensitive ear. Her virginity broken, and now aroused to the point of burning desire, how could Feng Ziyin withstand Gongyang Meng's gentle teasing?
"No...don't do this...Meng'er...you...oh...you're killing your master..." A few kisses on her ear from Gongyang Meng had already made Feng Ziyin's heart tingle; the man who was now disrespectful to her was not only her disciple, but also her man. He had only just deflowered her, yet he already made her feel so good, even the excruciating pain of losing her virginity was gradually turning into sweet pleasure. Feng Ziyin truly didn't know how to deal with him.
"Master... oh... you... you're so amazing... so tight and narrow... so much water... mmm... you're squeezing and sucking Meng'er... such a beautiful body... such wonderful inner beauty... to let Meng'er possess your virgin body, Master... Meng'er is so happy..."
"No... oh... don't say that... it's all your fault... forcibly... forcibly taking Ziyin's body... I hate it..."
Hearing Feng Ziyin's soft words, Gongyang Meng felt a surge of joy, as if his penis had hardened even more; the sweet sensation of being squeezed, sucked, and kissed by Feng Ziyin was unbearable! Gongyang Meng slowly loosened his movements, indulging in wild abandon in Feng Ziyin's virgin valley, loving her body until it was overflowing with spring water, unstoppable, the wonderful sensation making Feng Ziyin feel dizzy with pleasure.
In the ecstasy of pleasure, Feng Ziyin forgot herself; she weakly arched her slender waist, both wanton and shy, welcoming Gongyang Meng's thrusts. Each fiery impact brought her unparalleled joy. How could such lewd pleasure be endured by a pure and shy virgin like her?
In her intoxicated state, Feng Ziyin felt her whole body go limp. The joyful release caused her vagina to completely break open, and her virgin essence poured out in unparalleled beauty. This was an incomparably nourishing delicacy for the lecherous thief, and how could it escape Gongyang Meng's plunder? Her virgin essence was completely absorbed, the pecking and drilling both painful and pleasurable, making Feng Ziyin's release incredibly wonderful!
When Gongyang Meng had sucked enough, his long-held semen, fiery and passionate, sprayed into the depths of Feng Ziyin's valley. The intense pleasure almost made the newly blossoming Feng Ziyin faint.
His lust was instantly quenched, and Gongyang Meng lay on top of Feng Ziyin, breathing softly, yet he had no desire to get off her. This young, newly blossoming heroine's body was incredibly alluring. Just moments before, in the throes of passion, she had been so fiery it seemed to melt the man beneath her; now, having climaxed, her languid, powerless form, as if unable to move even a finger, only intensified his sense of conquest.
The smile on his lips was now impossible to conceal. It wasn't just the pleasure of conquering a beautiful woman; Gongyang Meng had used the technique of absorbing essence taught by Du Mingyan for the first time when he brought Feng Ziyin to climax. He hadn't expected Feng Ziyin's essence to be so numbing and cloying, its pleasure unparalleled. Especially now, with that pure yin essence absorbed into his body, even without channeling his inner energy, Gongyang Meng felt a surge of vitality within him. Feng Ziyin's yin essence perfectly compensated for the weakness of his Great Wind and Cloud Heart Technique, which was predominantly masculine.
Under the harmony of Yin and Yang, Gongyang Meng felt completely refreshed, his power seemingly increasing by two or three tenths. Had he known this beforehand, even without Du Mingyan's dying instructions, he would have gone to great lengths to seduce this beautiful master to aid his training and revenge.
A glance out of the corner of his eye revealed the two still intimately intertwined, the bed beneath Feng Ziyin a mess of blood and semen, large patches of which vividly depicted their recent frenzy. The gruesome sight, set against Feng Ziyin's snow-white skin, was even more breathtaking, almost reigniting Gongyang Meng's lust. He was still a young man, and Feng Ziyin was such a beautiful woman; even without Du Mingyan's methods of enduring hardship, regaining his virility with this beauty would be a simple matter.
However, before his fantasies could even fade, Gongyang Meng nearly sprang to his feet. Feng Ziyin's slender, gentle hands were already lightly placed on his chest. With just a little force, even though Gongyang Meng's skill had greatly improved, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand the power of Feng Ziyin's palm. He turned his head and saw that Feng Ziyin's eyes were filled with complex and indecisive emotions. Her teeth were slightly clenched, and the determination in her rosy skin was so weak, like a candle in the wind, as if it would disappear at any moment.
"Master..."
"Still...get up..." Feng Ziyin almost burst into tears after finally managing to utter the words.
In recent years, she didn't know if it was because she had devoted all her efforts to teaching Gongyang Meng martial arts, resulting in little progress in her Yixian Heart Sutra skills; or if it was her "alluring and seductive" constitution that caused Feng Ziyin to experience an increasingly intense desire in her heart during the night, which became more and more unbearable. On the surface, she had to pretend that nothing was wrong, and there was no one to confide in. Only the heavens knew how painful this was.
Unfortunately, tonight, she shyly and timidly tried masturbation, but unexpectedly, after the release, she still felt a lingering fire. Just as she was about to do it again, the man hugged her tightly from behind. At that moment, Feng Ziyin still had the strength to fight back. With her martial arts skills, although she was exhausted after the release, and her disheveled clothes hindered her movements, it wouldn't have been difficult for her to escape.
Feng Ziyin never expected that when she turned around, she would see her disciple, Gongyang Meng, who always treated her with great respect, embracing her. Putting everything else aside, just the sight of his erect penis against her buttocks told her that Gongyang Meng had been spying on her for quite some time. Thinking of her lewd behavior just now, which her disciple had seen without a trace, the shame made Feng Ziyin weak all over. She couldn't move at all; it took a great deal of effort for her burning desire to resist the man so close to her.
But tonight, Gongyang Meng was particularly despicable. He seemed to have seen through Feng Ziyin's true physical needs, utterly disregarding her feeble resistance and abandoning all pretense of teacher-student relationship. He took her virginity right there on the bed, and in his wanton conquest, Feng Ziyin, amidst the excruciating pain of losing her virginity, still experienced a blissful climax. Even now, fully conscious and on the verge of tears, Feng Ziyin still secretly savored the frenzied pleasure of the lovemaking that had just befallen her.
However, Feng Ziyin also knew that desire was desire, lust was lust, and she couldn't let Gongyang Meng become addicted, nor could she let even a whisper of tonight's events leak out, otherwise both she and her master would be ruined.
"Master… Meng'er doesn't want to get up…"
"You have no choice… Get up now… or… or Master will kill you…" Biting her cherry lips, heaven knows how much effort Feng Ziyin had to suppress the murderous intent within her. She wasn't heartless. Gongyang Meng was, after all, her disciple. Although he had committed a heinous crime, Feng Ziyin couldn't bring herself to cleanse him of his own sins. Her only hope was that her authority as a master would remain, forcing Gongyang Meng to swear an oath to keep tonight's events a secret. If he still refused, Feng Ziyin would have no choice but to abandon her love for her disciple, cleanse him of his sins herself, and then commit suicide. After all, her defiled body shouldn't exist in this world anymore.
"Master...does Master want to kill Meng'er?"
"You..." Hearing Gongyang Meng's reply, Feng Ziyin was furious, almost ready to kill the disciple who had just taken her body. Gongyang Meng clearly didn't believe she would kill him. Did she, as his master, lose all her authority after losing her virginity?
"You've committed such a grave offense... and you still expect your master not to kill you? Do you think your master would hesitate to do so?" "If Master wants to kill Meng'er... Meng'er will not fight back..." He lowered his face and playfully pecked at Feng Ziyin's fragrant breasts, making Feng Ziyin's body heat up again, and her hand on his chest almost went limp; Gongyang Meng's voice was indistinct, but it reached Feng Ziyin's ears without missing a single detail, "But... but Meng'er has just tasted the best flavor in the world... if Master wants to kill Meng'er... could... could you wait for Meng'er to come again... just once... let Meng'er feel good one more time... then Master can do it..." "You..." She was so angry that she really wanted to kill him, but Gongyang Meng's methods this time were probably even more powerful than before, and with the first taste of deliciousness, Feng Ziyin's body and mind were still intoxicated by the charming aftertaste, how could her most sensitive body withstand the man's teasing methods?
She felt Gongyang Meng's hands gently tapping and kneading her waist, stimulating acupoints she herself was unaware of. A warm breath flowed into her body, instantly igniting the desire within Feng Ziyin's body. The raging fire rendered Feng Ziyin speechless, only able to let Gongyang Meng indulge his desires. All she could utter were moans, "You... bad... Meng'er... you... dare to be disrespectful to your master... ah..." Seeing Feng Ziyin's jade hands go limp and could no longer press against his chest, her cherry lips exhaling fragrant breath, it was clear that her "alluring and seductive" instincts had broken through the defenses of the Yixian Heart Sutra, once again taking the initiative within Feng Ziyin's body, making it even more difficult for her to resist the man's provocative actions. While indulging in vigorous physical activity, Gongyang Meng secretly rejoiced, realizing he had completely forgotten Du Mingyan's teachings: Women in the martial world are diverse; some, after losing their virginity and experiencing the thrill of desire, become utterly submissive to men; others, however, would rather die than live on. Feng Ziyin was precisely this type, and given their master-disciple relationship, she was unlikely to let him off easily.
Du Mingyan had already instructed Gongyang Meng that once he succeeded with Feng Ziyin, he must not relax, but rather relentlessly ignite her desire again and again, repeatedly extinguishing her reason. Although Feng Ziyin possessed a strong innate allure, making her easily conquered by men, the effects of twenty years of Yi Xian's mental cultivation technique were not to be underestimated. If she were allowed to regain her senses, the man who had taken her body would likely be dead.
To make Feng Ziyin's "alluring charm" transcend reason and willingly submit to a man's possession and affection, it would require considerable effort. This chivalrous woman was not so easily conquered.
"Ah...no...don't...so fierce...you...stop teasing Master..." Feeling Gongyang Meng's hands lightly brushing and touching her waist and hips, Feng Ziyin felt as if a fire was burning in her lower abdomen, quickly becoming so hot that she could no longer control herself and began to sob.
She knew that no matter what method Gongyang Meng used, if it weren't for her unique constitution and the fact that her "alluring charm" was particularly susceptible to men's teasing and caresses, she wouldn't be so powerless to resist.
What truly captivated Feng Ziyin was that Gongyang Meng hadn't withdrawn after ejaculation; his penis remained inside her. Initially, because the passion had subsided, Feng Ziyin hadn't paid much attention, but now she was again caught up in her disciple's teasing. Her body was heightened with sensitivity, and even her private parts were beginning to ache—not the lingering pain of deflowering, but the involuntary, tight grip, stretched open by Gongyang Meng's increasingly hard penis.
She hadn't expected Gongyang Meng to become hard so quickly after just releasing himself. Although Feng Ziyin knew she was likely to succumb to lust again, she needed to cleanse herself of this predicament, so she let Gongyang Meng have his moment. As soon as
resistance vanished, lustful thoughts arose. Desire was innate, and having just experienced an orgasm, and possessing a naturally alluring appearance, how could Feng Ziyin escape the burning desire?
Just then, Gongyang Meng slowly withdrew, retreating to the very end, leaving only the thick head of his penis inside Feng Ziyin's body. It seemed unable to resist the urge to penetrate, trembling incessantly, grinding against her until her body went limp, and her valley overflowed with sweet fluids. She opened her beautiful eyes slightly, looking at Gongyang Meng, who was now so blatantly disrespectful to her, with a puzzled expression.
"Master, are you...are you ready?"
"Ready...ready for what?"
"Meng'er, Meng'er is going to do Master again..." Slightly panting, as if maintaining this state was extremely strenuous, Gongyang Meng's hands did not stop, constantly feeling the throbbing of Feng Ziyin's delicate body, slowly adjusting his methods to keep her conscious yet constantly on the verge of being overwhelmed by lust. "But Master has just lost her virginity...although 'Seductive Beauty' is powerful...maybe she can't adapt..." "You...you bad guy...you bad Meng'er..." She hadn't expected Gongyang Meng to still be so considerate even at this moment! Although Feng Ziyin resented her disciple for being so useless, unable to resist the allure of her body and ruthlessly taking her virginity, she also loved his gentleness. For a moment, she truly didn't know how to respond. "How...how could you bully your master like this...ah...you...you're so bad...stop teasing me...it hurts...ouch..." Hearing Feng Ziyin's soft moans, Gongyang Meng secretly made up his mind. With a thrust of his waist and arms, his penis slowly probed into Feng Ziyin's valley, gradually drilling into that alluring honeyed realm. At the same time, he tirelessly explored every part of Feng Ziyin's body, constantly probing her sensitive areas, gradually arousing Feng Ziyin's instinctive charm. The stimulation of being violated again, though still somewhat painful, would be so pleasurable that she would be unable to extricate herself; although she gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes, her slender waist and snowy buttocks instinctively lifted and shifted slightly, to better welcome Gongyang Meng's violation.
With Feng Ziyin's cooperation, Gongyang Meng's movements became even more fluid. His breath was filled with the delicate fragrance of her body, and his touch revealed its soft, supple texture. His penis thrust in and out, drawing forth an endless paradise. Gongyang Meng slowly pushed, gently savoring the body of the chivalrous woman, whom he hadn't had time to fully appreciate before his haste in deflowering her. He only managed to make Feng Ziyin's body feel weak and numb, a myriad of sensations washing over her. She wanted to savor the stimulation in one place, but an even stronger pleasure surged from another, leaving her unsure what to do.
As Feng Ziyin gradually shed her awkwardness and her movements became more skillful, Gongyang Meng didn't rush things. He knew tonight would be a long and arduous night, and he didn't know how many times he would have to give in bed to save his own life. Besides, Feng Ziyin was a virgin, and although she possessed a seductive charm, she ultimately lacked experience and couldn't withstand too much rough play. Too much force would be suicide! He gently pushed and turned, grinding inside Feng Ziyin's body, slowly easing the pain of her first time, tickling her until she felt a tingling, itchy sensation, but she could only wait for Gongyang Meng to scratch her. This gentle and skillful approach, though perhaps a little lacking in force, was just right for Feng Ziyin, who was experiencing this for the first time. She slowly moved her slender waist, cooperating with Gongyang Meng's thrusts, feeling the pleasure gradually building up.

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