After the rain, peach blossoms bloom for 1720 (complete).

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Chapter Seventeen
. Half a month later, Huang Yaoshi returned by boat, his demeanor utterly desolate.
This voyage had been marked by two tragic events: first, Mei Ruohua's death at the hands of Ouyang Feng; then, the discovery of Qu Lingfeng's remains. Reflecting on the past, Huang Yaoshi was overwhelmed with grief and regret. He realized he had been too harsh, preventing his two disciples, Chen and Mei
, from expressing their feelings, ultimately ruining the lives and futures of his entire sect. Of his former six disciples, only Lu Chengfeng remained. Fearing his daughter and Guo Jing would suffer the same fate, he had finally accepted Guo Jing as his son-in-law, only to be met with another unexpected twist: that foolish boy was already engaged to the princess of the Mongol Khan, making it impossible for him to marry his daughter. It was lamentable that his daughter was so devoted; knowing there was no possibility, she still refused to leave Guo Jing. His daughter was not focused on martial arts or literature, but this "obsession" was a true inheritance from him.
Huang Yaoshi sighed and returned to Peach Blossom Island with the daughter left behind by Qu Lingfeng, intending to impart all his knowledge to her to atone for his guilt towards his disciples. However,
the simple-minded girl's intelligence was only that of a four or five-year-old, and even with Huang Yaoshi's unparalleled wisdom, he was helpless. Sometimes, in his anger, he wished he could kill her with a single blow. But then, thinking of his other exceptionally intelligent disciples, Huang Yaoshi could only sigh, pat the simple-minded girl on the shoulder, and let her go play by herself.
His six disciples—Qu, Chen, Mei, Lu, Wu, and Feng—were all intelligent and handsome, rare talents indeed, but unfortunately, he had expelled them all before they had completed their apprenticeship. Now, wanting to make amends, he had encountered this simple-minded girl; it was truly a case of karma, and retribution was inevitable. Even with Huang Yaoshi's carefree nature, he could only manage a bitter smile.
Seeing Huang Yaoshi earnestly trying to teach the simple-minded girl the arts of Qimen Dunjia and the Five Elements, Wu Kun and the others couldn't help but secretly chuckle.
With Bu Xuelun dead, there was no way to prove Wu Kun's collusion with the Western Poison, so Du Dan, though unwilling, had no choice but to let him go for now. Just yesterday , Du Dan and the others had been chasing Wu Kun to the death, but as soon as Huang Yaoshi returned to the island, the mute servants immediately quieted down , obediently going about their business as if nothing had happened.
********** ... Huang Yaoshi waved his hand, "I don't receive guests. Tell them to go back." Shortly after the mute servant left, Du Dan entered with a letter—it was written by the Six Heroes of Jiangnan. Huang Yaoshi read the letter and ordered Du Dan to take the simple-minded girl and bring the Six Heroes to his hermitage. He also sent a message to Wu Kun, instructing him to prepare food and drink to entertain the guests. After the Six Heroes arrived, Huang Yaoshi had the simple-minded girl accompany the guests for dinner, while he himself went straight out. Halfway through the meal, the simple-minded girl slipped out to play, leaving only the Six Heroes and Wu Kun serving them in the hall. Wu Kun had been away from the martial world for a long time and had never met the Six Heroes of Jiangnan before. The Six Heroes didn't recognize this silent old servant as the infamous Blood Blade Wu Kun. The Six Heroes were genuinely trying to resolve the misunderstanding between Huang Yaoshi and the Quanzhen Sect. During the meal, everyone talked about how in half a month it would be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the bet made eighteen years ago with Qiu Chuji, the Changchunzi, would finally be resolved. In the past six months, Jing'er's martial arts had greatly improved, and they had already won eighty percent of the bet. At that time, Qiu Chuji would admit defeat to the Six Heroes in person at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Jiaxing, which would not have been in vain for his brothers' eighteen years of hard work. Speaking of this, Han Xiaoying couldn't help but shed tears, her voice trembling as she said, "If Brother Zhang Wu knew, he would surely be happy too." For over ten years, the desert winds had been like knives; although her beauty remained, she was no longer the youthful girl she once was. The six men fell silent, each pouring a cup of wine onto the ground as a tribute to their fallen brother. Han Xiaoying was determined not to marry, remaining chaste for Zhang Asheng for life; thinking of the hardships of these years, her heart was filled with turmoil. Wu Kun sneered inwardly, his eyes lingering on Han Xiaoying's slender neck and waist. He thought to himself: This woman has been idle for so many years, what a waste! ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊As evening approached, Huang Yaoshi had not yet returned. The Six Heroes were anxious, gesturing and urging their servant to go and find him. Wu Kun left the hermitage with indifference and strolled leisurely towards the sea. About a mile from the shore, he saw three people moving about among the thorny vines. Wu Kun stopped to look and saw that the one in front was the simple-minded girl, and the tall man behind was none other than Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. The other handsome young man was not Ouyang Ke. Wu Kun was overjoyed and quickly waved to them. While the Six Heroes of Jiangnan were experiencing mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, the Six Masters of Quanzhen had already met with Huang Yaoshi. The Quanzhen sect members, misled by Qiu Qianzhang's rumors, believed that Zhou Botong had been killed by Huang Yaoshi. Instigated by Ouyang Feng, they also blamed Huang Yaoshi for Tan Chuduan's death, and thus the entire sect came. Huang Yaoshi, disdaining to waste time arguing with juniors, simply sailed ashore to find Zhou Botong and get to the bottom of things. He left without a word, and apart from the simple-minded girl, no one on the entire island knew. Having killed Mei Ruohua, Ouyang Feng had already incurred Huang Yaoshi's wrath. Deciding to go all the way, he decided to sneak onto Peach Blossom Island with his newly recruited disciple, Yang Kang, to see what he could gain. Unable to contact Wu Kun upon arrival, he saw the simple-minded girl playing alone on the beach. He tricked her into leading the way, claiming he would take her home. The simple-minded girl had only lived on the island for half a month; she couldn't even recognize the main roads, let alone the intricate network of paths on Peach Blossom Island. Ouyang Feng was now like a blind man leading a blind horse, following the girl for an hour without finding their way out of the thorny vines along the beach. His personality was gloomy; though he was seething with hatred, he kept his expression unchanged. Upon seeing the old servant he had won over with his beautiful concubine, Ouyang Feng felt a sense of relief and shook his snake staff. His original snake staff had been lost at sea; this one was newly forged. While its form and material remained the same, the two snakes on it were far inferior—one silver, one red, coiled up and down, lacking the liveliness of the original. After Wu Kun finished gesturing, Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang exchanged a glance. Ouyang Feng used his snake staff to trace characters, saying, "Is there anything on the island…?" Before he could finish, Wu Kun erased the writing with his foot, carefully looked around, and gestured, "You tell me, I can understand." Ouyang Feng asked, "Is there any hidden place on the island that could lure the Six Heroes of Jiangnan here?" Wu Kun immediately understood, nodded, and led the group towards the island. Upon opening the tomb chamber, Ouyang Feng couldn't help but marvel. Huang Yaoshi was indeed a man of extraordinary learning; the mechanisms of these two tomb doors were ingenious. If no one had guided them, how could they have imagined that there was another world within the tomb? Wu Kun glanced at the simple-minded girl beside him, a murderous intent surging in his heart. Ouyang Feng noticed this and smiled, shaking his head. Although he was ruthless, he valued his promises. Having promised to take the simple-minded girl back to Niujia Village in Lin'an, he was unwilling to break his word easily. After putting the silly girl to sleep, the three conspired for a long time and decided on a plan: Wu Kun would go to the hermitage to falsely convey Huang Yaoshi's message, inviting the Six Heroes to come for a talk. Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang would each guard the inside and outside, killing five of the Heroes, leaving only the fool Ke Zhen'e alive to frame Huang Yaoshi. Then they would kill all the mute servants on the island and destroy the evidence. Wu Kun had no objections, but suggested that the two of them only needed to subdue the mute servants , and he would do all the killings. Ouyang Feng laughed and nodded, and the two of them raised their hands and clasped three times , as if making a promise. ********** ... A chill ran through everyone, and they involuntarily turned to look at the tomb entrance. A figure in green slowly stepped into the tomb chamber. Although the face was unclear, the green robe was extremely familiar—it was Huang Yaoshi's attire. Ouyang Feng had picked up Huang Yaoshi's green robe from the beach and draped it over his shoulders. In the darkness, he looked remarkably like Huang Yaoshi.

Quan Jinfeng was the first to be attacked. The moment he extended the chessboard, Ouyang Feng grabbed it. Ouyang Feng channeled his strength into his arms, and with a loud thud, snapped the thick iron chessboard in two. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the broken half of the chessboard struck Quan Jinfeng heavily in the chest, shattering his sternum and killing him instantly.
In the darkness, it was difficult to discern the truth, and Zhu Cong and the others assumed it was Huang Yaoshi who had suddenly attacked, intending to kill them all. The Five Heroes, with no way out, could only retreat into the tomb chamber. Ke Zhen'e and Zhu Cong, whose martial arts far surpassed the others, immediately took up arms and guarded the entrance. Nan Xiren stood in the middle, holding an iron carrying pole horizontally.
The enemy, having killed Quan Jinfeng in one move, seemed to vanish without a trace. A moment later, a strange whooshing sound rang out, and an iron staff flew out of the darkness, striking the iron carrying pole in Nan Xiren's hand. Nan Xiren's arms trembled violently, and the iron carrying pole flew out of his hands, hitting the offering table at an angle. The iron staff flew backward, and Nan Xiren took two steps back, panting heavily.
Ke Zhen'e pulled out a poisoned dart and fired a series of them into the tomb passage. He was blind, but the darkness actually gave him an advantage. This round of hidden weapons was impeccable in terms of force and angle, hitting two no matter where the enemy was in the tomb passage. However, the poisoned darts disappeared into thin air, not only failing to hit the enemy, but not even landing on the stone wall.
Just as he was hesitating, he felt a gust of wind beside his ear, and the newcomer had rushed into the tomb chamber, engaging Zhu Cong in a fierce battle.
After only three exchanges, Zhu Cong sensed something amiss. He had witnessed Huang Yaoshi's skills several times before, and the newcomer's skill was comparable to that of the Eastern Heretic, yet their techniques were vastly different. In this life-or-death situation, Zhu Cong couldn't speak; his hands moved swiftly
, striking and slashing with all his might. The Han siblings stealthily retreated behind the curtain. Hearing the urgency of the situation, Han Xiaoying, disregarding her own safety, lit a tinderbox, hoping her brothers could unleash their full power.
A flash of light, and a figure suddenly leaped out from behind the coffin. Huang Yaoshi always acted alone, and no one had expected an ambush. Caught off guard, the figure's five fingers, like hooks, gripped Han Baoju's head.
Han Baoju fell silently onto the coffin, instantly dead. Han Xiaoying's eyes widened in fury, and she drew her longsword, thrusting it towards the figure's chest. In a flash, she recognized him as Yang Kang, Guo Jing's sworn brother.
Yang Kang, having mastered Mei Ruohua's true skills, wielded claws as sharp as iron, forcefully exchanging two blows with the longsword. Then, he sidestepped and lunged for Zhu Cong's waist.
Zhu Cong, already struggling to defend himself, saw the ferocity of Yang Kang's attack and had no choice but to abandon his formidable enemy, dodging Yang Kang's attack and blocking his Nine Yin White Bone
Claw. Just as he regained his footing, a sudden pain shot through his neck, as if bitten by something. Zhu Cong struggled to turn his head, only to see a dark iron staff flash by, a small, silver-scaled snake on it, its mouth open and tongue flicking, bloodstains clearly visible on its teeth. He tried to open his mouth, but his facial muscles were already frozen, leaving only a strange smile.
In an instant, three of the Six Monsters were dead. Wu Kun entered the tomb chamber and saw Ouyang Feng repel Ke Zhen'e and force Nan Xiren away with a punch. Han Xiaoying's pretty face was deathly pale, filled with grief and indignation; her longsword gleamed with a blue light, a desperate display of fighting spirit. Yang Kang's face was ashen, his claws deftly deflecting her attacks one by one.
Wu Kun leaped forward, his sharp knife deflecting a longsword, then his left hand reached for Han Xiaoying's crotch, a move of extreme lewdness. Han Xiaoying staggered back two steps, her back pressed against the stone wall. Seeing the lustful glint in Wu Kun's eyes, she knew she would be violated if she fell into his hands. She steeled herself and cried out, "Big brother, fourth brother, run!" With that, she held her longsword to her neck and forcefully slashed.
A clang rang out, a hidden weapon flying from the snake staff, striking the sword. Han Xiaoying's sword slipped from her grasp. Then, Ouyang Feng's iron staff suddenly shot out, the red snake flashing from its base to its tip, its gleaming fangs already biting her wrist.
Nan Xiren and Ke Zhen'e fought their way out of the tomb, Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang giving chase. Han Xiaoying lay on the jade coffin, a fine tooth mark imprinted on her slender,
snow-white wrist, her breath ceased. Upon seeing the jade coffin and imagining the current posture of the beautiful corpse within, Wu Kun felt a surge of lust. Unfortunately, the Western Poison had acted too quickly, wasting this beautiful piece of flesh. Wu Kun stamped his foot and stormed out of the tomb.
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Nan Xiren, always taciturn, was suddenly struck by this upheaval. He only briefly told his elder brother the whereabouts of the other brothers before running away without a word. Ke Zhen'e, both shocked and in pain, his ashen face contorted with rage, shook off Nan Xiren's hand and prepared to return to fight Huang Yaoshi.
Nan Xiren said, "Alive! Send… Ah—" His voice suddenly became strange, his tongue seemingly tied in knots, unable to utter a single word. Then came a series of loud crashes as pieces of furniture were smashed to pieces by his bare hands.
Ouyang Feng arrogantly put away his snake staff, letting Nan Xiren and Ke Zhen'e wreak havoc on the abode with their fists and staffs.
His exotic snakes were extremely difficult to cultivate; the two he had lost at sea were still young, and although the venom was the same, its effects were much weaker. Having already lost most of its venom to Zhu Cong, Nan Xiren, though bitten on the tongue, wouldn't die immediately.
Meanwhile, Wu Kun, standing about ten feet behind Ke Zhen'e, made a show of force, chasing him all the way to the port.
Du Dan, idly watching Wu Kun's actions at the port, was puzzled when he suddenly saw Xi Du standing in the distance in the forest. Overjoyed, he ordered someone to report to the island lord while rushing over to capture Wu Kun, the traitor.
Wu Kun turned and ran, with Du Dan taking the lead in pursuit. In the chaos, Ke Zhen'e grabbed a small boat and fled Peach Blossom Island at breakneck speed.
Chapter Eighteen.
Ouyang Feng appeared and disappeared in an instant, leaving only Wu Kun, who ran swiftly through the forest and across the stream, his expression frantic.
Passing through bamboo groves, the Sword Testing Pavilion, and a lotus pond, a jade-white tomb came into view. All around, white flowers bloomed like a sea; a gentle evening breeze caused the layers of blossoms to undulate like a tide, filling the air with a captivating fragrance.
Wu Kun reached the tomb, leaning against the tombstone, panting heavily. At this moment, the remaining mute servants on the island, having heard the commotion, arrived. The thirty-odd people formed a circle and slowly approached. They had lived together for twenty years, yet felt no affection for each other. Seeing Wu Kun's life hanging in the balance, each of them wore an excited expression, like hunting dogs chasing a cunning rabbit, filled with a bloodthirsty thrill.
Du Dan raised his hand and waved, and the mute servants all stopped. He grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth in a ferocious smile. Then, he extended a finger and arrogantly tapped the ground, ordering Wu Kun to kneel and die.
Wu Kun stroked the inscription on the tombstone, "Tomb of Lady Feng, the Mistress of Peach Blossom Island," his lewd figure slowly straightening.
Du Dan flung off his blue cloth cap, his robes fluttering as he leaped into the air, hooking his left arm and clawing his right, his momentum terrifying. Wu Kun raised his sharp knife, clashing head-on with Du Dan's iron hook. As the blade and hook collided, Du Dan's powerful body trembled, realizing that Wu Kun's strength surpassed even his own.
Du Dan was incredibly fierce; he flipped in mid-air, dissipating the force, and then pounced down. This time, he unleashed his signature technique, "Seven Killings of the Eagle," his iron hook transforming into a elusive, cold light that struck down. A series of sparks flew as the iron hook struck the blade seven times in quick succession. His technique was exquisite, forcing Wu Kun to remain unprepared. The rapid onslaught left Wu Kun's arm numb and sore. On the eighth move, Du Dan tightened his iron hook, gripping the dagger. With a burst of force, Wu Kun's dagger flew from his grasp.
From the moment he attacked until he seized the dagger, Du Dan remained suspended in mid-air. He exchanged a palm strike with Wu Kun, using the momentum to leap up, then lunged down, intending to capture his enemy of over a decade in one fell swoop. Wu Kun seemed terrified by Eagle Fiend's ferocity, leaning against the tombstone and forgetting to dodge.
A crooked black iron staff suddenly emerged from behind the tombstone, seemingly casually swung, and with a soft "thud," pierced through Du Dan's shoulder, penetrating his collarbone.
The staff flicked, tossing the severely injured Du Dan aside, and then Ouyang Feng's tall figure slowly emerged from behind the tombstone. He surveyed the entire scene with an air of arrogance, then with a single palm strike, shattered the seven-foot-tall tombstone in two.
The mute servants exchanged horrified glances and involuntarily took a step back. As they moved, they noticed something beneath their feet, and looking down, their faces turned deathly pale.
Hundreds of long snakes of various shapes and sizes had appeared on the ground, a motley collection of colors—black, blue, gold, purple—some even multicolored, all clearly highly venomous. The snakes varied in size and length, some no more than a foot long, others as thick as a human leg and over ten feet long, coiling and slithering among the grass, a sight to behold and chilling.
Ouyang Feng, a man of deep cunning, had brought a large number of snakes to the island not merely for show, but intentionally to leave behind a batch of exotic snakes for future use. He had just scattered snakebite to lure the snakes, and the mute servants, oblivious to the noise, hadn't noticed a thing.
One of the mute servants hissed and tried to run, but a golden snake coiled its tail around his legs, then raised its fist-sized head and extended it towards him, licking his face with its cold, red tongue. The mute servant's eyes rolled back, and he instantly fainted. The remaining mute servants were all weak in the knees, some even defecating and urinating, yet none dared to move.
Ouyang Feng instructed Wu Kun to clean the bodies of the five monsters thoroughly, leaving no trace, then left some snake medicine before setting sail with Yang Kang and the simple-minded girl.
After the three left, Wu Kun kicked Du Dan in the abdomen, shattering the true energy gathered in his dantian. The kick was perfectly measured, rendering Du Dan immobile without killing him.
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The tombstone was broken by Ouyang Feng's palm, but the mechanism remained intact. Wu Kun used the remaining iron rod to open the tomb passage and crawled inside.
Four bodies lay scattered in the tomb chamber. Wu Kun stuffed some pearls and jade into Zhu Cong's arms, then dragged up Han Xiaoying's body, intending to fake a suicide. Unexpectedly, when he touched it, the body was still warm. Just as he was stunned, Han Xiaoying's eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes slowly opened.
Wu Kun's hair stood on end, and he hurriedly retreated, leaning against the corner of the room, on high alert. Han Xiaoying didn't move, but just stared straight at him, a layer of black mist between her brows, her gaze vacant, as if she had lost her mind.
Wu Kun waited a moment, then raised his finger and shook it. Han Xiaoying's beautiful eyes followed his finger from side to side.
Wu Kun boldly raised his hand, and Han Xiaoying obediently climbed off the jade coffin, like a docile puppet.
Although the red snake that bit Han Xiaoying also came from White Camel Mountain, it was not the highly venomous creature raised by Ouyang Feng, but rather a strange snake raised by Ouyang Ke. Ouyang Ke was arrogant and philandering, and the strange snake he kept was also quite unusual.
Once bitten by this snake, even the most virtuous woman would lose her mind, becoming a walking corpse, completely at the mercy of others, and would only die from the poison after three days. Ouyang Feng, having lost his twin snakes and grieving the death of his son, had kept the snakes with him.
Although Wu Kun didn't know the full story, he could guess from Han Xiaoying's expression and behavior. He chuckled, reached out and loosened his belt, gesturing for Han Xiaoying to do the same.
Han Xiaoying obediently lowered her head and slowly undressed. Although over thirty, she remained chaste, her appearance like that of a woman in her early twenties, her every movement carrying a girlish shyness.
Her white clothes fluttered down, and Han Xiaoying smiled foolishly, stripping naked before the ugly old servant. Compared to Feng Heng's delicate beauty and Bo Xuelun's allure, Han Xiaoying's body possessed a unique, graceful beauty reminiscent of a woman from a water town. Her skin was snow-white, her arms slender, her breasts like a pair of smooth, lovely white peaches. Her abdomen was smooth as jade, her two pink legs pressed tightly together, a tuft of dark hair peeking out from between them.
Wu Kun grabbed Han Xiaoying and reached down to her lower abdomen. At that moment, Han Xiaoying only had her master's command in her mind, and didn't resist at all. She even obediently parted her legs, slightly raising her lower body so her master could touch the evidence of her virginity.
When his fingertips touched that supple membrane, Wu Kun was overjoyed. Such a beautiful woman, having been with a group of men for so long, and still still a virgin—the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan are truly honest… Wu Kun pulled out his finger and shoved it into Han Xiaoying's mouth, chuckling to himself, "Guarding it all these years, so it was saved for me? Today I'll deflower your little cunt!"
Han Xiaoying lay back on the jade coffin, lifting her legs and spreading them apart. Her movements were slightly stiff, but she didn't hesitate at all in response to her master's command.
Between her fair legs, a tightly closed slit gradually opened, revealing two pink labia. All the mute servants on the island were outside the tomb, trapped in a snake formation. Several mute servants who knew martial arts had their acupoints sealed. Enthralled by her beauty, Wu Kun ignored them, lifting Han Xiaoying's thighs and thrusting
forward. His glans slipped, blocked by the tightly closed flesh. Wu Kun exclaimed, "So tight!" Then, using his two thumbs, he pried open Han Xiaoying's tight slits into an oval, revealing her vulva. He then pressed his penis against the red, delicate opening and thrust in.
A tearing pain shot through her secret place as his untouched flower path was mercilessly rammed to the very end. Han Xiaoying's brows trembled violently, and she cried out like a child learning to speak. Her chastity, guarded for decades, vanished in the final moments of her life with a streak of crimson blood.
The thick penis filled her narrow vulva, and her virgin blood dripped onto the jade coffin. Han Xiaoying screamed in pain as she spread her fair legs, allowing her master's penis to brutally thrust into her tender virginity. A sliver of blood-stained flesh peeked in and out of her opening, incredibly alluring.
Wu Kun, who had always looked down on these chivalrous men, seized the opportunity to commit bestial acts against Han Xiaoying, showing no mercy whatsoever. Han Xiaoying's vagina was shallow and tight, like a highly elastic fleshy band around his penis. Each thrust crushed her clitoris. As Wu Kun thrust, he nibbled and bit at Han Xiaoying's small breasts, occasionally pinching and pulling her nipples hard . Before long, her peach-like breasts were covered in wounds.
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His engorged anus, swollen with semen, gushed forth streams of red and white fluid.
Beside him, a four-foot-long black snake slithered around the scattered clothes on the ground, its bright red tongue flicking in and out like a forked flame.
Wu Kun remembered the snake medicine in his pocket, so he lifted his clothes, took out a pill, and waved it in front of the snake.
The snake immediately raised its upper body, its neck twisting and stretching, greedily eyeing the bean-sized pill.
Wu Kun hid the snake medicine in his palm, slowly turned on the lamp, and then snapped his fingers together, making a crisp snapping sound. Han Xiaoying rose at the sound and walked blankly to Wu Kun.
Wu Kun pointed to the ground, telling her to lie down. Han Xiaoying obeyed like a puppet, then spread her legs as he gestured. Wu Kun held the snake medicine between two fingers, waved it in front of the black snake, and then deeply inserted it into Han Xiaoying's newly deflowered vulva. With a flick of his fingertip, he pushed the snake medicine into her flower core.
The black snake immediately slithered to Han Xiaoying's crotch, its tongue flicking, licking around her mons pubis. Han Xiaoying was completely unaware, seemingly oblivious to the black snake's presence. After licking for a while, the black snake seemed to smell the snake medicine, raised its head, and bravely burrowed into her vagina.
The swollen vagina resembled a crushed flower, the tender flesh about the size of a palm, red and tender, with visible traces of blood. The black snake was about two inches in diameter, much thicker than Wu Kun's penis, and its triangular head was the size of a fist, its jet-black scales clearly defined, its entire body as black as ink. As it burrowed in, its thick body filled the vagina, the scales hooking onto the injured vaginal walls, causing excruciating pain. Han Xiaoying's breathing stopped, her eyes widened, and her
jade-like face revealed a sorrow more poignant than the pain of her broken body. Her smooth, tender flesh was turned inside out, revealing a striking black snake's snout amidst a patch of red and tender flesh. Han Xiaoying's body tightened, her snow-white abdomen heaving in and out, writhing in agony. Wu Kun, watching from the side, was aroused, wishing his penis could transform into that black snake so he could burrow into the heroine Han's body and explore.
The snake's head, the size of a fist, completely slid into her flesh, and continued to penetrate deeper. Her virgin flower was so tight it could only accommodate a fingertip, but the black snake ignored it, relentlessly thrusting towards the location of the snake medicine. The hammer-like snake head forcefully pierced Han Xiaoying's tender flower, causing her delicate body to tremble violently in pain.
From the outside, a perfectly round opening was stretched between Han Xiaoying's snow-white thighs, the red flesh being drawn inside, leaving only her tender white skin. A long, jet-black snake was half-inserted into her jade gate, the other half still dragging below her mons pubis, twisting and turning incessantly.
The smooth, cool snake's body stretched the vaginal opening straight, all the folds on the delicate, supple walls were smoothed out, the clitoris curled up, and the entire cervix felt as if it had been brutally pierced and stretched tight by an iron rod. As the black snake entered, her flat abdomen gradually swelled. Through the skin, one could almost see the snake's contorted posture; it seemed to have used Han Xiaoying's moist uterus as a nest, continuing to enter even after swallowing snake medicine, swimming past the spasming cervix, coiling its body in circles, completely stretching open the elastic uterus.
To have a snake burrow into one's most tender, most secret organ, coiling within the sacred uterus, the terrifying feeling was enough to drive any woman mad. But Han Xiaoying, having lost her senses, felt no fear.
Her smooth, jade-like legs writhed against the ground as Han Xiaoying thrust her lower abdomen forcefully, as if in intercourse, her throat emitting intermittent moans, like a pitiful toy offering its pain to its master for amusement.
The last part of the tail disappeared between her legs, the thick, long snake body fully inserted into her body, her snow-white belly swelling up like she was pregnant. Her limbs spread out, her bleeding vulva slowly closing, her abdomen pulsating intermittently.
Wu Kun became increasingly enamored with her large belly, remembering that there was still a virgin spot left, so he twisted her nipples and lifted Han Xiaoying up, making her kneel with her snow-white buttocks raised.
Compared to that, the pain of her anus being torn apart was nothing. Han Xiaoying's white, round buttocks were raised, her anus torn to pieces by the penetration. Wu Kun played with her beautiful breasts and buttocks, occasionally kneading and playing with her round, swollen belly.
His glans went straight in and out of her rectum, and through the intestinal wall, he could clearly feel the snake body coiled inside her uterus. Wu Kun laughed maniacally, raping Han Xiaoying like the most despicable prostitute. Blood gushed from her white, beautiful body beneath him. Han Xiaoying's hair was disheveled, her empty eyes staring blankly into the void, only the trembling of her slender fingers revealing her pain.
Chapter Nineteen
. By the time Wu Kun finished venting his lust, the moon was high in the sky.
The fragrance of flowers wafted in from the open tomb passage, gently wafting through the tomb chamber. Han Xiaoying, cradling her writhing belly, knelt on the cold, hard stone floor. Her slightly upturned, snow-white buttocks, once tight and flawless, were now wide open, revealing a bottomless abyss. The gruesome wound extended beyond the edge of her anus, clearly tearing the sphincter. Even if it healed, it would lead to incontinence.
"Han Xiaoying's cunt has been idle for so many years, tonight I'll let you have your fun..." Wu Kun grinned maliciously, gesturing as he spoke, regardless of whether Han Xiaoying understood.
Han Xiaoying shakily got up, clutching her heavy belly, and followed her mistress step by step out of the tomb passage.
A glaring trail of blood remained beneath the snow-white feet of the woman from Jiangnan.
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Under the pale moonlight, dozens of mute servants stood, knelt, or lay in various positions, each with several strange snakes coiled around them. Wu Kun silently counted them, only to find two were missing. Upon closer inspection, two giant pythons, their bellies thick and round, lazily swayed their tails to the side. Most likely, food was scarce on the island, and these pythons, driven by hunger, had swallowed the two mute servants as a substitute. Several other long snakes in the area frequently opened their massive mouths, clearly also starving.
The black snake inside Han Xiaoying's womb weighed over ten kilograms; its white, swollen belly swayed from side to side as it walked, making each step difficult. Wu Kun slashed Du Dan's crotch with a knife, pointed to his hairy penis, and then pinched Han Xiaoying's genitals, forcing her to use her vagina to serve Du Dan.
Ouyang Feng's blow with the staff, seemingly casual, was actually extremely vicious. Du Dan's face was ashen, his mouth covered in purplish-black blood blisters. He glared fiercely at Wu Kun, as if to say: When the island lord returns, he will tear you to pieces.
Wu Kun smiled sinisterly and gestured, "What is Huang Yaoshi? His wife was played to death by me!"
Du Dan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.
Han Xiaoying squatted on Du Dan's waist, one hand supporting her lower abdomen, the other grasping his limp penis, and thrusting her buttocks towards his private parts. Du Dan, knowing he was beyond help, simply disregarded life and death and sought pleasure.
The erect penis smoothly entered her vagina, but Han Xiaoying, sitting on Du Dan, was unaware of the action. Wu Kun kicked her in the stomach, then grabbed her shoulders and lifted and pressed her down. Han Xiaoying winced in pain, struggling to keep up with her heavy body as he continued the motion.
Du Dan, facing death, refused to yield, his mouth moving as if cursing. He muttered, "This little slut feels so fucking good, good son, so filial to his father..."
The mute servants around them, barely clinging to life under the snake's jaws, stared at Wu Kun, begging for his life. Wu Kun ignored them, his eyes fixed on the erotic scene of their union.
Her round, snowy buttocks rose and fell, diligently swallowing and releasing the straight penis. At this moment, Han Xiaoying was no longer the chaste Yue Maiden Sword, but a plaything, worse than a prostitute, thrown out by her master for his amusement.
After a moment, her swollen belly began to throb, and suddenly, Du Dan trembled violently, as if suffering indescribable pain. Han Xiaoying stared blankly, her snowy buttocks sinking to the bottom and then lifting upwards. The penis seemed to suddenly thicken, pulling out a fist-sized bulge from her tender flesh. Han Xiaoying braced herself against the ground, her snowy buttocks arching forcefully, and a jet-black snake head emerged from her vagina, its jaws tightly gripping Du Dan's penis.
Han Xiaoying felt as if the penis in her lower body was endless; she arched her back, straining to lift her jade-like buttocks. From her white buttocks, a thick, black snake stretched longer and longer, becoming perfectly straight. Then, Du Dan let out a hoarse roar as the black snake bit off his penis. The venom flowed into his heart through his excited blood vessels, and in the blink of an eye, Ying Sha lay dead on the ground.
The black snake hanging from her buttocks suddenly sprang, darting straight into her vagina. Han Xiaoying let out a muffled groan, her lower body trembling uncontrollably.
Wu Kun laughed silently, lifting Du Dan's corpse and throwing it towards the largest python. Before the corpse hit the ground, the python raised its mouth to catch it, then opened its jaws to four times their width, swallowing Du Dan's head whole. Han Xiaoying
staggered to her feet, awaiting her master's next command. Her legs could not close, and her ravaged lower body continued to drip blood. That fragility that should have evoked pity only fueled Wu Kun's sadistic pleasure. He gestured to the remaining thirty-odd mute servants in the arena, ordering them to take turns serving them. ********** ... These mute servants were all wicked and wicked. Except for a few who knew martial arts but had their acupoints sealed and were unable to move, the rest tried every possible way to escape. But these hairless beasts were utterly devoid of humanity. No matter how clever they were, the slightest movement would cause the snake's body to tighten. Any struggle would result in their bodies being obliterated, and even their clothes becoming the giant python's snack—these snake grandfathers were terrifyingly ignorant. Han Xiaoying lay prone in the lush green grass, her legs spread wide. The black snake seemed to have taken a liking to her moist womb, still coiled inside her, only its head protruding from between her thighs, looking incredibly eerie. Last night, she had served more than ten mute servants with her newly deflowered vagina, but each time, after a dozen or so thrusts, sometimes more than a hundred, the black snake would impatiently dart out of her womb before she could ejaculate. Thus, what she was now using was a thick, long snake body. That night, Han Xiaoying looked as if she had been gang-raped by hundreds of men; the flesh and blood in her private parts were torn and mangled, a truly horrific sight.

As soon as Wu Kun approached, the black snake slithered back into its fleshy hole, leaving only a blood-red opening between her jade-like buttocks, thick and round as if pierced by a fist. Even with Han Xiaoying's martial arts skills, the torment of that night had nearly killed her, and the dark aura between her brows had deepened considerably.
When Han Xiaoying awoke, she immediately and obediently spread her round buttocks. In her mind, her master only used her two fleshy holes; she had no value other than being used by her master.
Fearing that the snake might come out and bite him, Wu Kun grabbed Han Xiaoying's hair and led her like a female dog to a mute servant.
The mute servant, named Wu Jian, was Du Dan's right-hand man and had a deep-seated hatred for Wu Kun. He stared at Wu Kun in fear, his heart pounding, but he didn't dare to breathe, afraid of disturbing the giant snake coiled around him.
Perhaps because of the black snake inside Han Xiaoying, the giant snake coiled around Wu Jian did not move. She hesitantly parted the snake's body, tore open Wu Jian's lower garment, and then slipped her round, open vulva over it. Although she was terrified, Wu Jian's penis still hardened under the friction of the tender flesh. Once Han Xiaoying had her penis on, Wu Kun pushed her forward, making her lie on top of Wu Jian like a frog, her snowy buttocks raised.
The blood on the wound in her anus had already congealed, and in the purplish-black, a few strands of pink anal flesh were visible, contrasting with the white, tender buttocks on either side, a scene both tragic and lewd. With her vagina blocked, Wu Kun no longer hesitated, lifting his penis and thrusting it into her anus.
The wounds opened one after another, Han Xiaoying's anus and anus were invaded at the same time, and the venomous snake was still coiled inside her uterus, causing her to cry out in pain.
Wu Kun felt his intestines being squeezed and flattened by a foreign object, a tight, throbbing sensation that he found quite amusing. He thought to himself, "What Seven Heroes of Jiangnan? I've fucked them inside and out! I can do whatever I want with them!"
He twisted her pink, snowy breasts, kneading them violently as if to crush them, feeling Han Xiaoying's painful spasms. He laughed wildly inside, "Don't even mention you, I've raped and killed Huang Yaoshi's wife, Duan Huangye's noblewoman, and even the Western Poison sent me his dancers to play with—so what if they die?"
The snakes split into more than ten groups, coiling around the remaining mute servants. One mute servant was wrapped from head to toe by a long snake, suffocating him. The more he moved, the tighter the snake wrapped around him, until finally his bones were crushed, and only a breath remained between his mouth and nose. The other mute servants were pale, instead envying their companions who had died beneath Han Xiaoying.
Wu Jian, however, beneath Han Xiaoying, thought differently. His penis was still inside her vagina, and before he could even thrust, the black snake, disturbed by Wu Kun's rough handling, emerged from her womb, passed through her cervix, and bit down on Wu Jian's glans.
The slick, wet shaft was suddenly pierced by the snake's sharp fangs; the sudden, excruciating pain made Wu Jian's hair stand on end, and he couldn't even groan. Han Xiaoying's beautiful face blurred before his eyes, and the last thing he saw was a blue figure. He suddenly felt that these decades of servitude were worth cherishing.
Han Xiaoying dug her hands into the soil beneath the grass, arching her back as she endured Wu Kun's brutal violation of her anus. When the penis withdrew, her bright red anal crypts slipped out uncontrollably, swelling softly in her buttocks.
Han Xiaoying, like a tireless butterfly, repeatedly parted her petals, taking in the long and short, thick and thin penises of the mute servants one by one, clamping them tightly with her tender vagina, and then letting the black snake inside her womb bite them off one by one.
One mute servant's penis was particularly tough; the black snake bit for a long time without succeeding. Han Xiaoying kept crawling forward until the coiled snake's body was completely pulled out. Then she spread her vaginal opening, waiting for the black snake to swim back and burrow into her jade gate before continuing to crawl towards the next mute servant.
Wu Kun chuckled as he watched. He had originally planned to dispose of the corpses of the thirty-odd mute servants, but now that Han Xiaoying had sold her body and let the giant python swallow them whole, it was clean and convenient. By the time Huang Yaoshi returned, they would probably have turned to dust.
Thinking that Huang Yaoshi would return, Wu Kun's heart tightened. He glanced at the sky, turned around, and went into the tomb. The tomb chamber remained dimly lit.
Wu
Kun lit the glass lamp before the coffin and lifted the felt curtain.
The coffin lid slid open, revealing a face as beautiful as jade. Feng Heng's serene expression resembled that of someone in peaceful sleep, but her posture was quite different.
She knelt in the jade coffin, her legs bent and her upper body flat. Her glossy black hair was spread out in a fan shape, and her high, jade-like breasts drooped slightly due to the tilt of her body, her nipples as bright red as cherries in the snow. Her slender waist was soft and graceful, showing no signs that she had died from a miscarriage. More than ten years had passed, and time had changed, but her appearance remained unchanged; she was still that beautiful seventeen-year-old girl.
Her bent knees were spread apart beside the coffin, her delicate feet tucked under her buttocks. As if she felt her mounds weren't high enough, she also tucked her hands behind her buttocks, holding them in her feet. Inside Feng Heng's beautiful jade gate, a thick, round wooden stick was inserted straight in, with four characters engraved on it: "Wu Kun, my lover."
Wu Kun caressed Feng Heng's jade body with great affection, from her toes to her hairline, every inch of her skin making his heart flutter.
Over the past ten years, Wu Kun had lost count of the number of times he had made love to her. He adored Feng Heng's obedient appearance; whatever he asked her to do, she would do obediently, and she would willingly accept any lewd position. No matter what was inserted into her body, she showed no reluctance, always smiling as she let him play with her. Even her anus, which her husband had never touched, Feng Heng gave herself to him without hesitation.
Feng Heng's jade gate was distinctly red and white, as if carved from snow-white mutton fat jade and bright red agate, without any flaws. Wu Kun held the wooden stick engraved with his name, gently thrusting it in and out for a moment, admiring the beauty of the opening and closing of the petals, then pulled it out and placed it aside.
Wu Kun lifted Feng Heng's soft, fragrant body, draped her legs over his shoulders, and gently lifted her round buttocks with his hands. With a slight thrust of his hips, his hot, hard penis slid into her tight anus with a soft squeak.
Feng Heng's rear was his most frequented and exquisite spot; he knew every wrinkle of her anus like the back of his hand. Over the years, Feng Heng's body had neither aged nor become as wanton as an adult woman. Both her vulva and anus remained a tender red. Her
rectum and anus seemed perpetually elastic, moist and slippery, bringing wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure to his penis.
Her snow-white breasts, slightly loosened from being sucked dry, felt even softer to the touch, as if they could easily spring back to their original shape no matter how they were twisted.
He lifted Feng Heng's head and took her red lips into his mouth, licking them incessantly. Feng Heng was the only woman he had ever kissed. Even his former wife, Guan Wei, Wu Kun had only used her mouth as another outlet for his lust. "
I'm taking you with me away from here," Wu Kun thought to himself, sucking on Feng Heng's cool, slippery tongue.
Chapter Twenty
: The curtain was drawn back, and the glass lamps were turned up to their maximum brightness, illuminating the tomb chamber. The walls were adorned with dazzling treasures, and the jade coffin glowed with a cold, bluish light, like a transparent body of ice.
A pair of large, hard hands reached into the coffin and slowly lifted out a radiant jade body. Her tender skin was smooth and full, like a peach blossom freshly picked from a branch, still brimming with life.
Feng Heng frowned slightly, her face showing a mixture of reluctance and sorrow. Over the years, she had never heard her husband's mournful flute music, and the intimate acts of intimacy and humiliation seemed to have left no trace. She remained the ethereal figure in the painting, untouched by worldly concerns.
The jade coffin, meticulously crafted by Huang Yaoshi, now served as an altar for his beloved wife. Feng Heng's cool, jade-like body lay gracefully upon it, her smooth, pink back like flawless jade, her snow-white buttocks curvaceous and alluring.
Wu Kun's wrinkles seemed to glow; after more than a decade of waiting, this day had finally arrived.
At this moment, only he and she remained on Peach Blossom Island—the prostitute outside the tomb was nothing more than a moving lump of flesh, and the remaining mute servants were too weak to move, destined to become snakes' prey.
If possible, he truly wished to take the jade coffin with him, but the jade coffin weighed over a thousand pounds; carrying it would make escape impossible, let alone crossing the sea. Therefore, Wu Kun only intended to take Feng Heng's beauty with him.
The sharp knife hesitated for a moment before finally landing on Feng Heng's back. Silky smooth skin split open easily, a foot-long slit opening from shoulder to waist. A slight ooze of blood revealed the fair, white skin beneath, like a handful of fine snow, the contrast between red and white incredibly alluring.
Wu Kun had skinned several beautiful women for amusement; each time he made a cut, the women's muscles would spasm, trembling uncontrollably, resulting in unevenly thick skins. It was rare to find a skin so still and serene. To preserve the skin's integrity, he didn't make the usual head-to-abdomen cut, but only halfway down the back, preferring to be more careful.
He opened his mouth wide, licked his lips, and then, with a gentle, sweeping motion, carefully peeled away the skin and muscle, half-slicing, half-picking.
The smooth skin easily separated from the flesh. Wu Kun's left hand reached into the slit, embracing the cool, tender flesh as if cradling a fragile lump of cream, and carefully peeled it away from the skin. First came her two jade-like shoulders, then her slender, soft neck.
Feng Heng's fragrant, tender body was as soft as cotton, slipping effortlessly from her skin. Her skin was white yet supple, full of elasticity, like a piece of fine silk slipped off her shoulders, revealing her entire jade-like back. There was no glaring bloodstain; the exposed flesh remained as white as jade.
Wu Kun put down his sharp knife and, using only his hands, peeled off the skin from her head, then flipped it downwards, peeling the skin down to her shoulders.
The quiet tomb chamber was chilling. Feng Heng's upper body was now exposed. Because the cut was so small, her fair skin tautly clung to the upper edge of her breasts, like a half-undone undergarment.
Wu Kun turned the female corpse over, his ten fingers deftly curling downwards. He saw Feng Heng's smooth breast flesh overflow, trembling as it turned into a full, soft mass. When he reached the nipple, Wu Kun used the tip of his knife to twist and cut off the entire pink areola, leaving it within the skin. Then, as if removing two half-gloves, the smooth skin was peeled off, falling from the fingertips.
Wu Kun placed Feng Heng's upper body in the coffin, grabbed the skin below her chest and pulled it down. The snow-white skin silently slid down her slender waist, down to her buttocks. Half of the human skin had been peeled off, leaving only her buttocks, abdomen, and two jade-like legs.
Wu Kun took a breath, held his breath, and peeled Feng Heng's round buttocks in a circular motion. Feng Heng's snow-white buttocks were round and the skin was extremely tight, so Wu Kun had to use a sharp knife to insert into the buttock crease and peel the skin at the bottom of the crease piece by piece. When he reached the anus, Wu Kun stopped cutting, first peeling the skin over the hip bone, then peeling it down to the abdomen and thigh roots, and then peeling it off completely from both buttocks, leaving only the anal flesh deep inside.
Wu Kun held the knife horizontally for a moment, then thrust the blade inward along the tailbone, and then made a cut on each side, cutting a triangle inside Feng Heng's buttocks. The smooth, fleshy body drooped down like snow, and through the triangular slit, the dark red intestines could be vaguely seen. Wu Kun inserted his fingers into the slit below the tailbone, grasped the intestines, and pulled them out. A wet, squelching sound followed, and a stream of cloudy white semen flowed continuously from the tender red anus.
Wu Kun was startled, only then realizing that the intestines in his hand were bulging, filled with viscous liquid. He then remembered that the semen he had ejaculated into Feng Heng's anus over the past ten years had all gathered here, filling the entire intestine. He twisted the intestines and saw thick, cloudy semen shooting out from between the white, tender buttocks, each spurt as if it had just been injected, splashing the floor of the tomb chamber with cloudy white semen. Feng Heng lay prone in the coffin, her white buttocks overflowing with thick semen, as if she had just been anally penetrated by hundreds of men, and now she could not stop gushing out.
Wu Kun cut off a foot-long section of intestine, completely peeled off the skin from Feng Heng's buttocks, and then touched her lower abdomen. Feng Heng's lower abdomen was round and swollen, as if she were several months pregnant, filled not only with semen but also with a belly full of pearls.
Wu Kun started from above the mons pubis, scraping along the hip bone to remove the entire plump mons pubis, then made a large hole in Feng Heng's vulva, running along both sides of the perineum, connecting it with her anus. Next, he inserted the back of his hand into her abdominal cavity, feeling along the vagina to find the uterus, and carrying the full belly of pearls, pulled them out like a fetus.
Feng Heng's beautiful secret place between her legs was instantly empty, her vulva and anus completely removed, hanging below her abdomen along with her skin.
Her uterus was stuffed like a leather bag, hanging heavily between her knees, the closed fleshy opening like the tightened entrance of the bag, now facing its original location at the opposite angle. The straight , jade-like
legs were the easiest to peel off, straight as two jade bamboo shoots, peeled off completely, then slid down from the toes like removing silk stockings. In less than half an hour , the beautiful and charming Peach Blossom Island heroine was reduced to a mangled mass of flesh, her flawless skin stripped away from head to toe by the island's servants. Wu Kun's eyes gleamed with a strange light as he scrutinized the jade-like skin. Finally, he kicked the remains into the coffin and closed the lid. ********** ... Wu Kun, carrying his bundle, walked out of the tomb and flicked his fingers. Han Xiaoying looked up blankly, dragging the black snake from her vagina, and swayed as she crawled towards Wu Kun, instinctively raising her snowy buttocks. Her fair face was covered in grass and dirt, which ironically diminished the dark aura between her brows. Seeing how obedient she was, Wu Kun was actually reluctant to kill her—the thought of using the Yue Maiden Sword from the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan as a dog made his penis hard… But this bitch had been thoroughly used and wouldn't live much longer; keeping her alive wouldn't be useful for more than a few days. Wu Kun stepped on Han Xiaoying's waist and pulled out the black snake with a hiss. Han Xiaoying's vulva was exposed, her vagina wide open like a fist, unable to close for a long time. Wu Kun took out the remaining snake medicine, divided it into two portions, inserting one into her vagina and the other into her anus. Dozens of strange snakes of various shapes swarmed in, swimming up Han Xiaoying's jade-like legs to her buttocks, vying to enter. Han Xiaoying's fair buttocks, like a silver plate, were instantly covered with writhing snake bodies. More than ten vipers, golden snakes, and bamboo vipers simultaneously entered her fleshy orifice, which stretched open to the size of a bowl. A dozen strange snakes, some long and some short, burrowed into the smooth cavity, leaving only their tails protruding and wriggling. Four or five thin snakes also entered her still-unhealed anus, twisting and turning, causing the anal opening to open and close repeatedly, an extremely lewd sight. Han Xiaoying's eyes were glazed over, and she moaned softly, as if she were being violated to the point of unbearable pain, vigorously thrusting her round buttocks. The snake tails, some bluish-black and some dark, swung back and forth in her snowy buttocks, slapping against her thighs, jade-like legs, and buttocks with a slapping sound. Wu Kun chuckled, lit a torch on the snakes' tails, and the snakes immediately stirred, desperately burrowing into Han Xiaoying's abdomen. They not only tore apart the delicate flesh, but also hissed and bit inside. Unbearable pain shot through her vagina and anus; Han Xiaoying's fair abdomen convulsed violently, even her uterus seemed to be torn apart. A torrent of blood gushed from the two orifices as the snakes burrowed into her uterus and intestines, writhing and thrashing within her abdominal cavity. Wu Kun drew his knife and cut off Han Xiaoying's two peach-like breasts, forcefully stuffing them into her vagina and anus. The soft flesh of her breasts tightly sealed the orifices; soon, the snakes would die inside Han Xiaoying's abdomen. However, before the snakes died, not a single organ in her abdominal cavity would remain intact. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊The setting sun, like a drop of blood, dyed the vast expanse of blue water a deep crimson. A chilly evening breeze swept across Peach Blossom Island, its lush greenery tinged with a sense of desolation. An old servant, carrying a bundle, walked slowly through the woods. A yellow horse lay sprawled by the roadside, its limbs curled up. A blue robe, bearing a bloodied handprint, was embedded in the rocks by the sea. He stared straight ahead, like an indifferent passerby, oblivious to everything around him. Reaching the sea, he untied the rope and boarded a small boat. Moments later, the boat raised its sails and sailed towards the Jiangnan region, unseen for twenty years. Fear and awe remained behind him. He touched the bundle and smiled silently. Epilogue: Spring of the seventeenth year of Jiading, Qingyuan Tower, Huzhou.

A young man stood respectfully behind, watching the master carve twenty-four round holes in a ham, then carefully shave smooth tofu into balls and place them into the holes. He stepped forward, took the ham cautiously, and placed it in the steamer, his eyes filled with admiration and respect.
A knock sounded at the door, and a young man entered, presenting a piece of plain paper. The young man took the paper, glanced at it, and gestured, saying, "Prime Minister Jia invites the master to the capital."
The wrinkled old man shook his head.
The young man continued, "Grand Commandant Ye will arrive tomorrow, and Prefect Chen is offering one hundred taels of silver, requesting the master to prepare a dish called 'Snow-Covered Tianshan Mountains.'"
The old man shook his head again, then closed his eyes.
The young man handed the paper to the young man, saying softly, "Master Wu only cooks one dish a day; the menu was set before the New Year—it's been this way for many years, no need to say more."
After the young man left, the room was quiet, with only the movement of the sunlight.
The stove burned beeswax, without the slightest trace of smoke. The renowned chef of Jiangnan lay quietly in his chair, seemingly asleep.
Steam billowed from the steamer, the aroma growing stronger. Just as the young man was about to wake his master, the old man suddenly raised his hand.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took down the steamer, and hurried to the door to open it. Two servants immediately came forward, carrying the steamer on a silver tray,
and tiptoed down the stairs. The young man turned around and saw his master had already risen, standing at the window gazing into the distance, a strange look in his eyes. After a long while, his lips moved slightly, as if he had said something, then he slowly climbed the stairs.
When the lock clicked on the upstairs door, the young man went to where his master had been and looked in the same direction. He saw a peach blossom on the street corner, already in bloom.
********** ...
A body as white as mutton fat lay in the brocade quilt, fragrant and soft. Her legs were slightly parted, her lower abdomen high and rounded, as if she were pregnant and about to give birth.
An ugly phallus was inserted into the pregnant woman's lower abdomen, straight into her delicate jade gate. The pregnant woman seemed to be in some pain, her body twitching slightly, then immediately becoming still again, her smile unchanged as she allowed him to thrust in and out at will.
On the tables on either side of the bed were dozens of life-sized wax female figures.
These wax figures were either kneeling with their buttocks raised, or lying supine with their legs spread, sculpted in various obscene poses, lifelike. But each one had a rounded lower abdomen. And each one had a two-inch-long round opening at the vulva, anus, and lips.
Wu Kun stroked Feng Heng's red lips, thinking: The peach blossoms are blooming again. When will Huang Yaoshi arrive?
" The End "
********** ... Purple Madness II ~~July 5th - 30th, Year Four ********** ...

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