The Legend of Fengming Biancheng

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During the Jin Dynasty, wars raged on, and armies fought relentlessly. Wherever military campaigns passed, the land was ravaged, and everyone—nobles, wealthy merchants, or commoners—suffered immense hardship. Biancheng in the Central Plains changed hands three times in two years, its once bustling streets now deserted alleys. Families closed their doors and windows early to avoid exorbitant taxes and conscription. In
the northwest corner of Biancheng stood a traditional courtyard house, with tall trees, flowing water, and pavilions, suggesting a wealthy household. However, its dilapidated state and lack of maintenance revealed its decline. Only the still-shine plaque bearing the inscription "Lü Mansion" offered a fragile reminder of its former glory. The Lü family had once been a noble family in Biancheng, their patriarch having been granted a noble title. However, when war broke out, the Lü family rallied to the cause, only to be ambushed and annihilated in Luozhou. Upon hearing the news, the patriarch, Lü Chengxian, fell ill and died three months later. Now, only the frail youngest son, Lü Heng, his mother, and a few servants remain of the Lü family; the family has lost its former glory. Fortunately, Lü Heng married his betrothed, Zhao, two months ago and took a job as a storyteller at the West Academy in Biancheng. In this time of war, he can barely make ends meet. Zhao, whose real name is Zhao Ruo, was known for her beauty in Biancheng. Her family was a wealthy merchant family, but when Biancheng changed hands, it suffered rampant plunder and extortion. Much of their wealth was conscripted into the army, but thankfully, no one else was harmed. The Zhao family thought they could avert disaster by spending their money, but Biancheng changed hands three times in two years. Not only were silver and grain confiscated, but even all the able-bodied men were conscripted. When the head of the Zhao family saw his son being conscripted, he rallied his servants to resist. That night, their home was burned down, and only one servant, along with Zhao Ruo, sought refuge with the Lü family. Although Lü Heng and Zhao Ruo were betrothed, they only met for the first time on the day Zhao Ruo came to the Lü family mansion
. He was immediately captivated by her beauty, considering her an angel, and despite the chaos of war, he persevered and married her. In this desolate time, this marriage brought a touch of life to Biancheng. The autumn wind brought a chill, and the sun rose above the doorway. In the west wing of the Lü mansion, a woman was dressing Lü Heng. She herself wore only a thin veil, the semi-transparent fabric barely concealing Zhao Ruo's silky skin. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down to her full hips, accentuating her slender waist. Sunlight scattered across her, illuminating her breathtaking beauty. Zhao Ruo's flushed face had just faded, clearly from recent pleasure. With a face full of desire, she carefully served her husband. This woman was the last surviving member of the Zhao family. Lü Heng stood ramrod straight, accepting his wife's gentle touch. His eyes were fixed on his wife's beautiful face, captivated by her ethereal beauty. He marveled at the wonders of nature, how the heavens had sculpted all the beautiful, exquisite, dazzling, and elegant qualities of the world upon her features. His gaze slowly slid down her face, past her delicate neck, her slender, smooth arms, over her alluring cleavage, and finally to her pink, peach-like breasts. His eyes lingered on the two glistening, dew-like nipples, and he could no longer look away. From their first meeting to two months of marriage, Lü Heng still couldn't believe that the woman before him was his beloved wife. Since the start of the war, he had experienced nothing but despair, fear, and sleepless nights. To meet Zhao Ruo during his most desperate time, he felt as if he were in a dream, utterly unable to believe it.
He still remembered the stunning beauty of Zhao Ruo when they first met, the throbbing in his heart when he first saw her body on their wedding night, the unbearable pain on her face and the shocking sight of her first blood when she lost her virginity… It all seemed like a dream.
“Husband, my lord!” A heavenly voice rang out, sweet and cloying, like celestial music.
“Ah…” Lü Heng finally snapped out of his daze, stammering, but his gaze remained fixed on her breasts.
“My lord… my lord… it’s hard to clean up.” As soon as she finished speaking, the blush that had almost subsided rose again on Zhao Ruo.
It turned out that Lü Heng, in a daze, had already extended two fingers between Zhao Ruo’s legs, rubbing them back and forth along her tender vulva. Such a provocative action would be shameful even for a married couple, done in broad daylight. Lu Heng immediately withdrew his hand, straightened up, and inwardly scolded himself for losing control so quickly after just venting his anger, causing his wife distress. He also thought about how lucky he was to have met his wife, who was as beautiful as a fairy. The woman continued to carefully fasten Lu Heng's belt. Because she needed to apply a little force, her body tilted slightly. Whether it was because the ribbon was too smooth or because the woman's skin was too delicate, the almost negligible thin gauze on her body slipped down her body. This scene made Lu Heng's head spin, and a stream of blood flowed from his nose.
The woman smiled gently, picked up a silk handkerchief from the table, and wiped the blood from Lu Heng's nose, saying softly, "Husband, please take care of yourself and don't hurt yourself." Lu Heng felt as if he were in a dream, and he nodded obediently, not knowing how he left the room.
The woman saw Lü Heng to the door, her gentle and refined demeanor vanishing instantly, replaced by an icy coldness. Ignoring the sheer veil that fell to the ground, she reached out and grabbed at the air, conjuring a bald, disheveled old man who slammed against the wall with a loud crash. Before the old man could even cry out in pain, a slender, bamboo-like leg shot forward, its delicate foot landing on the old man's hair scattered on the wall, pulling him back from falling. The woman, already naked, spread her legs wide, raising her right leg high, revealing her vulva completely exposed to the old man. Yet, she seemed unconcerned, merely staring coldly at him.
"But... Junior Sister Ke'er, please calm down. I apologize, I apologize, please?" The old man said he apologized, but there was no remorse on his face. He stared blankly at the woman's vulva, drool dripping from his mouth. Occasionally, he would stick out his nearly foot-long, thin tongue and lick his lips, clearly a lecherous scoundrel. His bald head, with its sparse hair, was being stepped on by the "Junior Sister Ke'er" he was talking about. He couldn't move his head, nor did he want to. His eyes were level with the woman's vulva, enjoying a feast for the eyes.
"When did you start peeping?" the woman said coldly.
"It started the moment your sickly husband opened his eyes and wanted to fuck you." "Was it good?" "Junior sister, you're good-looking. That sickly man is so boring. He came after only a few strokes. If it were me... Ouch, don't touch me, don't touch me. I don't have any hair left, ouch..." "I'll teach you not to look again!" The woman saw that the old man's hair had fallen out a few more clumps before she relaxed a little. She still had one foot on the wall and showed no sign of letting go.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," the old man said, but in his heart, he thought that even if all the hair on his head fell out, he could still look good, so it must be good.
"What brings you here?" the woman said. "I've been wandering around the city lately and I've occasionally seen people from the Qingyin Sect walking around Biancheng. A few days ago, I even saw the Sound Fairy in the south of the city, as if she was looking for something. I'm telling you to be careful and not let anyone discover the location of the Phoenix Cry Stone." Mentioning the Phoenix Cry Stone, the old man became a bit more serious, but his eyes never left the fleshy crevice, as if he were talking to the crevice itself.
The woman seemed used to his behavior, remaining unfazed. However, upon hearing "Sound Fairy," she showed slight surprise: "That girl Yu Yin is here too?" "Yes." The Yu Yin the woman spoke of was the so-called Sound Fairy, the most outstanding young disciple among the new generation of the Qingyin Sect. It turned out the woman wasn't Zhao Ruo, but Ji Ke'er, the most outstanding female disciple of the Kuiyue Sect. The old man was her fellow disciple, Yin Kui, who had a snake-like head and rat-like eyes, half-bald, with the remaining hair tangled haphazardly, making him extremely ugly. The Kuiyue Sect was a cultivation sect, renowned for its highest Daoist technique, the Phoenix Cry Technique, which could summon the divine beast Vermilion Bird to the mortal realm, thus placing it among the top sects. However, the conditions for cultivating the Phoenix Cry Technique were extremely demanding. The Kuiyue Sect searched for thirty years before finding Ji Ke'er, who not only possessed extraordinary talent in cultivation but was also exquisitely beautiful, deeply loved by the sect elders. She lived up to her disciples' expectations, mastering the Phoenix Cry Technique within five years of joining the sect. However, because cultivating this technique required the aid of a Phoenix Cry Stone brimming with the spiritual energy of the earth's veins, Ji Ke'er would periodically search for caves throughout the land to absorb this energy until the stone was full before returning to her sect to cultivate. Normally, collecting this spiritual energy could be done discreetly by a disciple, but immersion in the world was part of cultivation, so Ji Ke'er usually went down the mountain herself. Upon discovering the spiritual vein cave in the center of Biancheng, she hid within the city. Coincidentally, the Zhao family suffered a tragic fate, so she used the name Zhao Ruo to hide in the Lü family mansion, becoming Lü Heng's wife. She was naturally beautiful and had cultivated a gentle and refined temperament since childhood, completely captivating Lü Heng. The already weak Lü Heng, after their marriage, insisted on having sex with Ji Ke'er every day, unable to control himself, sometimes three to five times a night. Afterwards, seeing Ji Ke'er's blushing face, he couldn't resist again, but unable to achieve an erection, he would spend the entire night caressing and manipulating Ji Ke'er's body, leaving not an inch of skin untouched, remaining sleepless. Strangely, although Ji Ke'er possessed supernatural powers, she completely satisfied Lü Heng's every whim, allowing him to do as he pleased, until the ever-hidden Yin Kui was enraged, his lust burning fiercely. Over two months, Lü Heng's body grew increasingly weak, yet he remained unaware, living in a dreamlike state. Judging from his condition, if this continued, he might not survive the year-end.
Ji Ke'er pondered for a moment, then said, "The Phoenix Cry Stone will take another three days to fill up, and it has always been a top secret of our sect. The people of Qingyin probably wouldn't know about it. Their trip here shouldn't be because of our sect. Perhaps there's something else in Biancheng that we haven't discovered yet. Go down and find out for me no matter what." After speaking, seeing no response for a long time, she turned her gaze slightly to the front. She saw Yin Kui panting heavily, his face flushed, and beads of sweat seeping from his bald head, staring at his beautiful jade gate. Ji Ke'er knew that Yin Kui was already out of control. Without making any move, she simply exhaled a soft breath from her cherry lips, as sweet as orchids and musk, and chuckled lightly: "Hey." Yin Kui was as if struck by lightning. Although his eyes had never left that camouflage-like crevice, his dazed gaze gradually focused, and he regained some of his senses. He gasped, "Junior...Junior Sister...your tender spot is glistening, and...and the semen that your sickly husband just ejaculated inside you is seeping out, you...you...you..." As Yin Kui spoke, he raised his hand towards the jade gate, but he was naturally shorter than others, and even if his clumsy hand was stretched straight, it could not reach the jade gate. Despite his best efforts, he could only dangle between Ji Ke'er's slender thighs.
Seeing this, Ji Ke'er smiled slightly. She knew that Lü Heng had just ejaculated into her vagina, and that her earlier action of grabbing his leg and stretching it out had been a bit too forceful, inevitably causing the semen inside her to be squeezed out and splash onto her labia. But she just wanted to tease this senior brother, deliberately letting him see this scene while not letting him touch her. Facing the old man's hands flailing between her thighs, Ji Ke'er finally couldn't help but burst into a seductive laugh.
"Senior brother, your words are truly eloquent, to describe your vaginal opening as a tender mark, how elegant!" Her voice was like a spring breeze, smiling, seductive to the bone, and extremely alluring.
"These are all the sect's unanimous evaluations of your little vulva, Junior Sister Ke'er! The pink flesh isn't overly plump, small and delicate within, a clear, narrow passage, winding and twisting, sucking and writhing, like a tender clam, like the traces left by spring rain—this is called a 'tender mark'." "Hehe… I really didn't know my elders and brothers gave my little crevice such high praise, 'tender mark, tender mark…'" Ji Ke'er repeated "tender mark" while looking between her legs, as if verifying this newly heard term. At this moment, Yin Kui's face was covered in bulging veins, his eyes were bloodshot and about to burst, and his magnificent member bulged out, already a diamond pillar.
Ji Ke'er knew that if this continued, Yin Kui would surely die, his testicles shattered and his penis broken. So she stopped teasing him and said,
"Then, Senior Brother, could you please clean my jade vulva… oh… I mean, the tender mark!" Ji Ke'er narrowed her eyes, looking at Yin Kui with alluring charm.
Yin Kui's eyes nearly spit fire, overjoyed, he exclaimed repeatedly, "What an honor! What an honor! Junior Sister, do you mean you'll submit to me?" Ji Ke'er nodded, saying, "Don't forget the rules!" Hearing the last two words, "rules," Yin Kui could no longer restrain himself. With a sudden surge of strength, he slammed into Ji Ke'er's arms, burying his snake-like face in her alluring, deep cleavage. The two leaned back, pressed tightly together, still in mid-air. Yin Kui's long tongue had already wrapped around Ji Ke'er's breasts, shaping them in various ways, leaving behind rings of saliva that quickly filled her breasts. Meanwhile, Yin Kui had somehow already drawn the Immortal Binding Rope from his waist, binding his hands together and placing them between his legs with incredible speed, a skill that required countless repetitions to achieve. When the two fell onto the soft bed, Yin Kui had already taken Ji Ke'er's right breast into his mouth, tearing and biting it, saliva flying from between his teeth with a sizzling sound. The strangest thing was that while he was biting Ji Ke'er's right breast, his tongue moved to her left breast, seeking out the jade-like bud. He first swirled it around on the nipple several times, then his tongue tip dipped in the middle, forming a small mouth shape, and pressed hard against the nipple, pinching and squeezing it, shaking it left and right, biting it like a storm. This contrasted sharply with his hands, which were tied between his legs and remained motionless, only inches away from Ji Ke'er's "tender marks," yet never reaching forward.
Yin Kui seemed to be going mad, his movements becoming larger and more powerful, almost leaving bruises on the flesh in front of him.
Ji Ke'er, enduring all of this, was like a wooden doll, watching Yin Kui do whatever he wanted to her, as if it were just clothes covering her body, showing no interest whatsoever. After a long while, she grew bored and finally couldn't help but scold, "Why don't you lick between my legs? Don't you like my tender marks? Go and cause trouble! Do you think licking my breasts will make me happy?" Yin Kui trembled upon hearing this and obediently released her breasts, moving her body downwards. Ji Ke'er also appropriately spread her legs, revealing her infinitely beautiful vulva. With her legs spread, the scenery was fully revealed. Her alluring lower abdomen was covered with downy pubic hair, not thick but neatly arranged. The vulva inside was tender and pink, smooth as water, without any other color, small and sweet, shaped like a fairy's cherry lips, smiling gently, giving people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze, pure and innocent. It was even more than "as tender as a clam, as fresh as spring rain," indescribable. And one could see the crystal-clear lustful fluid mixed with the white semen being slowly squeezed out between the vulva, adding a touch of lewdness to the youthful innocence.
Despite having gazed upon the vulva countless times, Yin Kui remained irresistibly captivated, his tongue lingering just two fingers' width from the labia, his saliva dried up. It wasn't until a pair of smooth, silky legs encircled his neck, forcefully pushing him against the vulva, his lips pressed against the opening, that he snapped out of his daze, muttering incoherently about how this scene always stunned him.
However, Ji Ke'er completely ignored his praise, coldly scoffing, "Stuff your tongue in there, and if you don't turn the world upside down, see if I'll still submit to you!" Without a second thought, Yin Kui thrust his tongue into the opening, swirling it amidst the vaginal fluid and semen. It must be said that Yin Kui's tongue was truly exceptional, long and agile, capable of various curls and stretches, and manipulated with ease. After entering Ji Ke'er's flesh cave, he began to torment her, sometimes rotating at high speed, rubbing against the walls; sometimes folding and thickening, thrusting; sometimes going straight for the heart of the matter, penetrating deep into her flesh cave, biting and sucking at her uterus.
Only then did the coldness on Ji Ke'er's face completely disappear, replaced by boundless pleasure, excitement, and desire.
Her delicate face sometimes smiled seductively, sometimes looked pained, and sometimes showed unsatisfied desire, her moans and cries spreading to every corner of the boudoir. Accompanying her heavenly moans was a large amount of lustful fluid from her flesh cave; with each moan, the fluid seemed to surge, soaking the soft pillows and quilts on the bed.
"Ah... um... oh oh oh... a little to the left, it itches... ah... deeper, all the way... bite down... that's it... ah..." The moans gradually turned into lewd cries. As the penetration deepened, Ji Ke'er's expression approached its peak. Her whole body was flushed, her beauty beyond compare.
She pushed her legs in deeply, while her slender waist pushed outwards, meeting the vibrations of her legs again and again. "Ah... ah ... Fortunately, he was a cultivator, his breath far exceeding that of ordinary people. Knowing that he couldn't satisfy Ji Ke'er and thus couldn't escape, he had done everything in his power to make Ji Ke'er release her yin essence as soon as possible, thus giving him a chance to escape danger. This time it worked, but Yin Kui's face was now covered in a mottled mess, indistinguishable as to whether it was lustful fluid, yang essence, or Ji Ke'er's yin essence.
However, after Yin Kui recovered his breath, a flush spread across his entire body, yet he did not release his yang essence. At this moment, his shock subsided and his desire surged back, uncontrollable. He lost all reason, and in a flash of light, he broke free of the Immortal Binding Rope. He attacked Ji Ke'er's chest with both hands, grasping her two jade breasts, and thrusting his waist upward, ready to conquer her. Just as his jade tortoise parted her labia, halfway in but not quite, a cold sensation came from his neck.
"Dare to go in, and I'll kill you with one sword." Yin Kui came to his senses and saw Ji Ke'er holding an immortal sword beside his neck, exuding a chilling killing intent, her attitude unquestionable.
However, Yin Kui had already inserted half of his penis into her vagina, feeling the pressure and warmth of the vaginal walls. His eyes revealed deep resentment as he roared, "Why? Why do you never give it to me? You can give it to Master, to Uncle-Master, to that sickly Lü Heng, or even to that woodcutter in the sect. But every time, I can only tie my own hands and bow my head to lick your vagina clean. I can't even touch you. Why?" Yin Kui spoke with increasing force, completely unaware that he had already pinched bruises on Ji Ke'er's breasts.
Ji Ke'er ignored Yin Kui's roars, only looking at her breasts, twisted and deformed by his pinching, and the bruises that were gradually appearing. Her gaze was cold as she said indifferently, "So, you don't even want to lick my vagina anymore?" Yin Kui trembled violently upon hearing this. He glanced at Ji Ke'er and himself, then trembled as he withdrew his hands, slowly pulling his penis out of her vagina. He stood at Ji Ke'er's bedside like a child who had committed a terrible crime, his eyes already wet, though it was unclear whether it was regret or grievance.
Only then did Ji Ke'er slowly move away from the immortal sword and look at Yin Kui's lower body. Seeing that his penis was still erect and swollen as a pillar, she breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew her cold gaze, and crawled to Yin Kui's crotch like a kitten. She opened her delicate mouth and took the iron-like penis into her mouth, carefully manipulating it. Only after a large amount of semen had flowed into her mouth did she look up at Yin Kui with the semen in her mouth. Due to the excessive amount of fluid, a considerable amount of semen was forced out of Ji Ke'er's mouth, but she frowned and swallowed it all. She stood up, dressed, and left the room as if nothing had happened.
However, Yin Kui realized that even if Ji Ke'er didn't strike him down with her sword next time, his Dao heart would inevitably be shattered, and he would die. He sat blankly on the edge of the bed until the sun was high in the sky before glancing towards the door with lingering fear. He knew that Ji Ke'er's cultivation was so profound that she could break his Dao heart and take his life with a mere gesture, and he was filled with dread.
Inside the west wing of the Lü residence, a commotion arose—soft groans and bursts of roars—yet no one in the entire mansion noticed.
[The End]

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