The Qi family is about to have an heir.

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Qi Yan returned. The familiar barley fields were still thriving and full of vitality, and the dilapidated thatched huts still stood there, their windows swaying precariously in the wind. Nine years had passed since Qi Yan left, yet nothing had changed. The simple farm village was home to a dozen or so well-off families, living a peaceful and stable life through hard work. From the moment he entered the village, dozens of eyes followed him, expressions of surprise and exclamations of astonishment rising and falling. He spurred his horse, which quickened its pace slightly, heading straight for the large house in the village. This
mud-brick house seemed to be the most presentable in the village. Qi Yan stopped. Inside, an old woman hesitated, walking to the door and staring at Qi Yan. The water ladle in her hand clattered to the ground. Tears welled in her eyes as she walked heavily toward Qi Yan. Qi Yan saw the old woman, dismounted swiftly, and immediately knelt down: "Grandma, Little Qi is back!" Qi Yan kowtowed to the old woman. "You're finally back! It's so good you're back!" The old woman, tears streaming down her face, stroked Qi Yan's head: "Come inside quickly, let's burn incense for your ancestors and parents." The old woman pulled Qi Yan into the house. The old furniture and simple furnishings highlighted the hardship and poverty of their life. On the altar in the hall, the ancestral tablets of the Qi family were placed. The old woman gave a stern command to kneel, and Qi Yan knelt down as well. The old woman's chanting, combined with Qi Yan's heavy kowtowing, filled the room with the wisps of incense. This should be a big day for the Qi family, because the blood debt from nine years ago would finally be avenged with Qi Yan's return. Nine years ago, the Holy Arrow Society rose to power beyond this pass, sweeping across the three-hundred-mile radius with their gleaming, deadly arrows. Those who refused to submit to their leader, "Cold-Blooded Divine Arrow" Chang Laoba, were mercilessly annihilated. Qi Yan's father suffered the Holy Arrow Society's revenge for this; apart from his grandmother and aunt hiding in the well, the rest of his family of sixteen perished at the hands of the Holy Arrow Society. The Qi family's ancestral altar was filled with memorial tablets: those of Qi Yan's parents and two older brothers, his eldest uncle's family of six, his second uncle's family of five, and his newlywed uncle. This deep and immense hatred brought tears to Qi Yan's eyes. Holding incense, he made a grand vow before his deceased family members: he would shoulder the responsibility of avenging the Qi family and swear to wipe out the Holy Arrow Society. "Little Qi, how have you been these past nine years?" his grandmother asked with concern. "Grandma! Little Qi has been doing very well," Qi Yan replied. The old woman suddenly grasped Qi Yan's hands tightly, her voice choked with sobs, "Thank God, you are the only male heir left in our Qi family. The blood and tears of the Qi family can be avenged, and the Qi family line can continue. Now I can face my ancestors with peace of mind." Tears streamed down her face. "Little Qi, have you found a wife yet?" the old woman asked, wiping away her tears. "Grandma, for the past nine years, Little Qi has only had the thought of revenge in his heart. Apart from focusing on practicing his martial arts, Little Qi has no other thoughts." Qi Yan replied with a cold expression. Indeed, for the past nine years, Qi Yan had devoted himself wholeheartedly to practicing his revenge techniques at Blade Sword Manor, without the slightest slackening. His talent and extraordinary perseverance made his martial arts journey, though arduous, remarkably successful. He wielded the three unique martial arts techniques of Blade Sword Manor with even greater skill than the manor lord, Zhao Qunfei. Speaking of Blade Sword Manor, it's one of the four most famous families in Jiangnan. The manor lord, Zhao Qunfei, possesses unparalleled and highly respected swordsmanship. But how could such a renowned family from Jiangnan be connected to the Qi family, farmers from beyond the Great Wall? It turns out that Qi Yan's father once saved Zhao Qunfei in his youth—a truly touching story. Before they could even cry out, the dozen or so Holy Arrow Society henchmen lay dead on the ground, their throats severed, blood staining the yellow earth at the village entrance. Li Si stood frozen in terror on his horse, afraid to move. He hadn't yet grasped what had just happened, why he only saw sword blossoms flying everywhere while his brothers lay dead. "Go back and tell your leader, Chang Laoba, that you don't need to collect the rent for this village. I, Qi Yan, will deliver it for him. Tell him to wait patiently." Qi Yan walked up to Li Si and wiped the blood off Li Si's sword with his trousers. "No need to collect rent, okay, you'll deliver it, okay, I'll tell him," Li Si said, trying to sound calm. "Can I go now?" Li Si asked Qi Yan nervously. "Sure. But take all this garbage with you!" Qi Yan commanded. The remaining seven Holy Arrow Society henchmen quickly obeyed Qi Yan's order, hurriedly carrying the corpses onto the horses, tying up each of the stray horses, and without looking back, dragging the horses with Li Si, galloping away. The villagers cheered and welcomed Qi Yan, praising this member of the Qi family, especially Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang, who were moved to tears. Qi Yan saw off the villagers and returned home. His grandmother, tears streaming down her face, said to him, "Little Qi, Little Qi, your kung fu is amazing! You chased those beasts away in no time! You're such a good grandson!" Grandma spoke excitedly. Yulan, standing nearby, had a misty look in her eyes. She concealed her inner turmoil well, but her heart was filled with ripples of emotion. How could this be? She was Qi Yan's aunt! At lunchtime, the dishes on the table were delicious. His aunt's cooking was truly excellent. Qi Yan ate three bowls before stopping. Strangely, his aunt didn't join them, and Grandma seemed hesitant, not fully focused on her meal.
Qi Yan asked his grandmother, "Grandma, what do you want to tell me? Don't keep things to yourself!" Qi Yan wanted his grandmother to speak. "Little Qi, Grandma has something to tell you," his grandmother said earnestly. "You're the only one left in our Qi family. You're going to avenge the blood debt from nine years ago. This path of revenge is not easy. Grandma is worried that something might happen to you. How can I face our ancestors then?" his grandmother continued. "Your aunt is pitiful. She married into our Qi family, but your uncle passed away less than three months later. She's been taking care of this old woman for almost ten years now. You haven't married yet, and Grandma hopes you can ask your aunt to help our Qi family have an heir. That way, she'll have someone to take care of her when she's old. What do you say?" his grandmother looked at Qi Yan expectantly. "Grandma! You want me to marry my aunt?" Qi Yan asked, his palms sweating. "Grandma didn't mean that. Grandma's old, I can't control what you like anymore. Grandma just wants your aunt to help our Qi family have an heir." Grandma's expectant expression remained. This stumped Qi Yan. His adoptive father had taught him everything, except for the skill of having children. Although he had heard the servants at Blade Sword Manor talk about the fun things men and women had in bed, how was he supposed to do it for real now? "Grandma! You want me and my aunt to do it, but I don't know how!" Qi Yan said with difficulty. "Little Qi! Don't worry about this, your aunt knows, she'll teach you." Grandma said happily. After saying that, Grandma got up and went back to her room, leaving Qi Yan alone in the hall. What was Grandma planning now? Qi Yan felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about it, and quickly went back to his room to unpack his luggage. Unexpectedly, when he returned to his room, all of Qi Yan's luggage had been neatly organized. Who did this? The answer clearly surfaced in Qi Yan's mind. A soft knock made Qi Yan's heart skip a beat. He opened the door, and his aunt, dressed in red, stood outside. Her deliberate attire exuded the charm of a mature woman. She entered the room and closed the door behind her. In her hand, she held a white handkerchief, the contents of which were unknown. She sat shyly on the kang (a heated brick bed) and took a thin book from the handkerchief, handing it to Qi Yan: "Little Qi! I'll have to trouble you today," she said shyly, her head bowed. He opened the book, and his blood seemed to rush to his head. He suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout his body. It was a picture book filled with erotic illustrations. It was the first time Qi Yan had ever seen such erotic pictures, and he immediately became restless. He stole a glance at his aunt, who was also looking at him with affection. "Little Qi! We're all doing this for the Qi family. Otherwise, your aunt wouldn't want to do anything to betray your uncle. Now, Mother hopes we can help the Qi family have an heir. I understand her wish. Your aunt is a few years older than you, so please help us out and don't look down on her." Aunt said softly. "Aunt! How could Little Qi look down on you? It's just... it's just..." Qi Yan felt his mouth was dry and he couldn't speak. "Then don't say anything, come here." Aunt instructed Qi Yan. Qi Yan walked to his aunt. His aunt unbuttoned her top, revealing her snow-white underwear. Without stopping, she took off her underwear as well. Qi Yan felt an uncomfortable fullness in his crotch. His aunt's pink bodice covered her high breasts. She took Qi Yan's hand and guided him to put it inside the bodice. Qi Yan's hand touched his aunt's breast. The softness of her breast made his breath quicken. Unable to resist his impulse, he lay down on the bed with his aunt, their two hot bodies intertwined. Yu Lan was now filled with passion. She had been in bed with Qi Yan's uncle for three months, just beginning to experience the pleasures of intimacy, when she became a widow. For the past nine years, she had hidden so much helplessness in her heart, and now it was like the oil in a lamp that was full. She wanted to burn it all away in one go. Her passion was like fire, and Qi Yan, who was still a virgin, was naturally unable to resist. His aunt's rough hand reached into Qi Yan's crotch, tightly grasping his penis and sliding it up and down. The friction of her calloused hands and the womanly fragrance of her body made Qi Yan, despite his excellent skills, flustered and immediately ejaculated. Yulan was taken aback at first, then immediately burst into laughter. She withdrew her hand from Qi Yan's pants, looking at the white, sticky fluid covering it, and said, "Little Qi! Your aunt was a bit too hasty. If Mother finds out, she'll scold me to death. What a waste!" Her aunt said a bunch of things Qi Yan couldn't understand, all while laughing. Of course it was a waste! How many Qi family members did Yulan have under her thumb! Her aunt let Qi Yan rest for a bit, using the opportunity to guide him in understanding women, letting him actually see her body and learn about this important family skill. Grandma was delighted, peeking at Qi Yan and Yulan from outside the room. They had entered the room at noon, and even now, as the sun had set, she could still hear Yulan's soft, seductive breathing. Grandma knew in her heart that the Qi family was about to have an heir…
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