Shenlong Sihuan

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Cui Die waited for a while, but Liu'er didn't return. Suspicious, she went to the woodshed
to investigate . Cui Die's hearing was exceptional; even from over a hundred paces away, she could hear
the gurgling sounds emanating from the woodshed, sounds that stirred the blood.
Cui Die gritted her teeth and muttered, "That shameless little hussy, she's already hooking up with that boy again
." Cui
Die wanted to leave, but the soft, delicate voices kept piercing her ears, like feathers tickling her heart. Her light steps slowed, and a faint blush rose to her pretty face, adding to her allure. Cui Die spat, suppressing her lustful thoughts, and turned to leave. Just then, she suddenly heard Long Hui's deep voice: "Liu'er, let's compare who's better, me or your son-in-law." Cui Die felt a surge of anger: "Shameless brat, daring to joke about Shao Ting." Just as Cui Die was about to drag the two out in a fit of rage, she heard Liu'er's soft panting: "Young master, your thing is bigger than my son-in-law's, longer than his... um... be gentle... you heartless man, you're killing me ..." Cui Die's ears burned, and she cursed inwardly: "You shameless little slut, how can you say such things?" As if possessed, Cui Die silently walked to the door of the woodshed, only to hear the sounds inside becoming clearer . Besides Liu'er's moans, there were the sounds of their skin touching, and even the sounds of their intercourse could be faintly heard. Cui Die felt as if she were in a furnace, her whole body burning with heat. Recalling the scene from that day, Cui Die couldn't help but feel her legs go numb. Just as Qin Suya and Long Hui were parting ways, the two engaged in a fierce battle for money in their room. Cui Die, passing by their room unintentionally , heard strange noises coming from inside. She secretly peeked in and was filled with shame. Cui Die intended to turn and leave, but Long Hui was utterly defeating Qin Suya, who was begging for mercy. Cui Die did something unbelievable – she stopped to watch. Their fight was nearing its end, and Cui Die only watched for a short while before leaving. However, the scene was deeply etched in her mind. Every time she woke up in the middle of the night, she felt as if a thousand ants were gnawing at her body, making it difficult to fall asleep. Even when she did sleep, she would dream of being groped and caressed by men. Cui Die was tormented and could only occasionally spar with Long Hui to distract herself with martial arts. Who would have thought that the scoundrel would take advantage of her and even use her full breasts to clamp his shameful member between her breasts ? Even Han Shaoting had never treated her like that. From that moment on, Cui Die was in turmoil, unable to eat or sleep. Cui Die thought to herself, "That Long fellow has gone too far! Today I'll definitely get you..." She had no idea what to do with Long Hui, and hesitated outside the door for a long time. Suddenly, a high-pitched moan came from behind the door: "Ah...have mercy...Liu'er can't take it anymore, Young Master Long, please have mercy on me!" Cui Die thought, "This little girl has never been this weak when she was playing around with Shao Ting. I don't believe this rascal is so valiant." So she peeked through the crack in the door and saw Liu'er lying face down on the stove, her skirt lifted, her round, pert buttocks sticking out, shyly and coquettishly enduring Long Hui's thrusts. Long Hui's enormous dragon was relentlessly pounding into Liu'er's vulva, the opening stretched open to a thin layer, his penis swollen and taut over her entire flower garden. With each deeper penetration from Long Hui, Liu'er's snow-white skin would tense, goosebumps . Cui Die, having served her husband Liu'er many times, knew the girl's physiological reactions well. Whenever Han Shaoting pierced her clitoris, Liu'er's body would tense, goosebumps rising, her posture incredibly alluring and seductive. This made Han Shaoting insist on bringing Liu'er to this state before stopping, causing Cui Die to feel jealous several times. Fortunately, Han Shaoting wasn't always successful, and over time she stopped caring. At this moment, Liu'er was completely overwhelmed by Long Hui's penetration, her soul almost leaving her body. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that Long Hui's penis was never fully inside Liu'er; a small portion always lingered outside her vagina. The previous two times, Cui Die had been flustered and hadn't clearly seen Long Hui's physique; now, seeing it clearly, she was so frightened she almost screamed. "Oh, so big... How can Liu'er bear it..." Cui Die thought, covering her mouth. "Even Shao Ting didn't have such a size." Thinking this, Cui Die spat inwardly, "Cui Die, you shameless thing, always thinking such filthy things." Remembering her deceased husband, Cui Die calmed down, exhaled a breath of stale air, and left without looking back, leaving the two young lovers in the woodshed. The next morning, Feng Wangchen came to visit early, and Cui Die led the others to greet him. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Cui Die, Feng Wangchen inquired about Long Hui's whereabouts. Cui Die ordered her servants to bring Long Hui out. Upon seeing Long Hui, Feng Wangchen's eyes lit up as if he had seen a treasure. "Young Master Long, you've finally arrived," Feng Wangchen introduced to Long Hui. "This young lady is Wangyue, the Moon-Gazing Envoy of the Dragon Worship Palace." Long Hui saw a tall woman with a veiled face curtsy to him, saying, "I am Wangyue , and I have come on the orders of the Divine Dragon Sacrifice to invite you to the Dragon Worship Palace." Her voice was deep and slightly hoarse, unlike Chu Wanbing's clear and sweet voice, Qin Suya's gentle elegance, or Cui Die's mature charm, but it carried a mysterious and dignified aura that was hard to refuse. Although Long Hui was completely baffled, he decided to accept it without much thought and nodded in agreement. Four pure white, tall horses rode in a carriage made of glossy black wood, covered with soft sapphire blue velvet. A fist-sized luminous pearl was inlaid on the canopy, and a circle of crystal wind chimes hung around the canopy , tinkling melodiously as the carriage moved along. Long Hui sat inside the carriage, secretly marveling. The carriage was exceptionally luxurious, with a black nanmu wood body, carved beams and painted rafters, exquisite craftsmanship. Even the flowers and plants had golden leaves and gemstones in their centers . "Envoy Wangyue, this carriage is so luxurious that I think even the emperor's carriage in the Central Plains is no more than this," Long Hui sighed. Wangyue, who was sitting in the same carriage as Long Hui, said calmly, "Due to the haste and lack of preparation, I was worried about neglecting our distinguished guest. After hearing your words, young master, I am relieved."

"Honored guest," Long Hui thought to himself, secretly mocking himself. "What merit do I possess to be a VIP of the Panlong Sacred Vein ?"
Across from him, Wang Yue's face was veiled, but her eyebrows were arched, her eyelashes long, and her eyes bright
and intelligent, brimming with life. One felt an irresistible urge to unveil her, a longing to see her true face behind the veil
.
The carriage, escorted by a pair of cavalry, arrived at the foot of a mountain peak.
This majestic mountain rose high into the clouds, resembling a giant dragon soaring into the sky, its claws outstretched
, exuding power and majesty. This was the heart of the Panlong Sacred Vein… Shenlong Peak.
The carriage slowly drove along the man-made mountain path into Shenlong Peak. The path wound its way up, with checkpoints at
intervals , heavily guarded. Combined with Shenlong Peak's treacherous terrain, it was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
The Bailong Hall was built at the highest point of Shenlong Peak, inaccessible by carriage. After the carriage reached the designated location, Wang Yue
led Long Hui to the summit of Shenlong Peak.
Ascending the man-made stone steps, Long Hui felt surrounded by misty clouds. A fierce mountain wind
blew, and the stone steps seemed to stretch endlessly into the depths of the sea of clouds.
Walking on the steps, Long Hui had a strange, boundless feeling.
He heard Wang Yue say, "These stone steps are secretly shrouded in a mysterious
maze , unable to advance or retreat, unable to reach the Dragon Worship Hall, and ultimately will die of exhaustion and starvation."
Long Hui thought, "What a vicious formation! I wonder what strange things are inside the Dragon Worship Hall."
With Wang Yue's guidance, Long Hui quickly reached the end of the steps. Although he was prepared, Long Hui was still
startled by the sight before him.
A magnificent, golden palace stood before him! White jade walls, black gold paving the way,
and every , a ten-foot-high fire stand stood, purple flames flickering, revealing an eerie atmosphere.
Inside the palace, the beams were made of sandalwood, the lamps were made of crystal and jade, the curtains were made of pearls, and the pillars were made of gold. The silk curtains
were embroidered with begonia flowers sprinkled with pearls and silver threads. When the wind blew, the silk fluttered, as if one were floating in a cloud-covered mountain and a dreamlike sea.
The most incredible thing was the crystal-clear pillars, which were inlaid with patterns of dragons soaring
through the clouds. It was obviously carved with an extremely skillful technique. Wangyue led Longhui slowly into the main hall. In the center of the high platform stood
a person. Although she wore a dark blue robe, it could not hide her graceful figure. She was obviously a woman. Like Wangyue, she was also
veiled with a light veil, making it difficult to see her true face. But her eyes were crystal clear blue, like the deep sea. As
the saying goes: "A pair of bright eyes can make a thousand bushels of bright pearls seem too little."
Wang Yue bowed to the woman and said, "Si Huan, I have fulfilled my mission and brought Young Master Long here."
"Thank you for your hard work, Wang Yue. You may leave for now."
Si Huan spoke, but Long Hui felt her voice was ethereal and
unfathomable .
"Young Master Long, I am Si Huan, the Divine Dragon of the Dragon Worship Palace. Welcome to the Panlong Sacred Vein."
Long Hui felt that the person in front of him was both real and unreal, with a sense of unreality. Suddenly, a blue light shot out, and
Long Hui subconsciously reached out to block it, but found that his body was as heavy as lead. Then he saw a snow-
white, jade-like palm strike his chest.
"Is she going to take my life?"
He felt a powerful force, like a surging ocean, coming from this slender palm. Long Hui felt
as if his bones were being torn apart, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
"If you don't want to die, then show me your true abilities."
Si Huan said calmly, her tone still cold and emotionless.
As she spoke, she channeled three more units of her inner strength, unleashing a torrent of true energy into Long Hui's body.
Although caught off guard, Long Hui was no novice. He took a deep breath, drawing true energy from
his dantian to resist Si Huan's inner force. However, Long Hui's cultivation was ultimately limited, and Si Huan's inner strength seemed
to surpass even Cui Die's. In no time, Long Hui's true energy was overwhelmed.
"Is that all you've got? You've disappointed me greatly!"
A murderous glint appeared in Si Huan's eyes. She channeled another five units of her inner energy, unleashing a burst of power from her palm. With a loud bang, Long Hui coughed up
blood and collapsed to the ground, his clothes stained a shocking crimson.
Si Huan gazed at Long Hui lying on the ground and murmured to herself, "Could he not be the one foretold by our ancestors? Ah,
never mind ..."
Suddenly, golden light flashed from Long Hui's chest, and a golden ray shot out from his bosom. Si Huan looked closely and saw
a transparent silk scroll floating in mid-air, emitting a dazzling golden light.
Si Huan exclaimed, "The Nine Heavens True Scroll!"
"Outrageous! How dare you plot against me!"
Long Hui clutched his chest and stood up, roaring, "You vixen, prepare to die!"
He swung his palm at Si Huan. Si Huan
blocked with her own palm, her jade palm transforming into a raging torrent, a vast ocean, threatening to engulf Long Hui.
In contrast, Long Hui let out a long roar that commanded the submission of dragons, its power like a raging thunderstorm. At the same time, Long Hui's
palm strike was like a dragon soaring across the four seas, for even the most turbulent waves had to submit.
"Dragon's
Roar!" Si Huan's mind trembled, her palm strike was affected, and its power weakened by three-tenths.
Their palms clashed, producing a deafening roar. A true dragon seemed to plunge into the sea, and the waves subsided.
Si Huan staggered back several steps, beads of sweat glistening on her snow-white forehead, while Long Hui remained as steady as a mountain, unmoved.
Having gained the upper hand, Long Hui didn't press his advantage, for he was extremely curious about the silk scroll floating in mid-air
, and Si Huan seemed to recognize it.
"Witch, show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve,"
Long Hui said warily, watching Si Huan. In his eyes, this woman was strange in every way, and her inner strength was even greater than
Cui Die's. He had only unleashed his power momentarily; who knew if this "Dragon's Roar" would work next time?
After his martial arts were unpredictable.
Si Huan took a few steps forward, slightly lifting her skirt, and knelt before Long Hui, saying, "The thirty-
fourth generation Divine Dragon, Si Huan Yu Wuhen, pays respects to the Dragon Lord."
What kind of act was this? Long Hui would rather this woman point a knife or sword at him; now he didn't know
what to do.
Yu Wuhen said, "I received a message from the dragon the day before yesterday, informing me of the return of the true dragon. To verify this, I
dared to offend you. Please punish me, Dragon Lord."
Long Hui shook his head and said, "What are you talking about? I am not a Dragon Lord, much less a true dragon."
Yu Wuhen said, "There is no mistake. You are the true dragon lord that the 100,000 people of the Dragon Saint Vein have been waiting for for many years. If you are
not the Dragon Lord, why are the hundreds of dragons in the Desolate Sea so respectful to you? And only the blood of a true dragon can
activate this Nine Heavens True Scroll."
Since obtaining that strange silk scroll, a series of incredible events had occurred to him. First, he experienced a
sudden burst of inspiration and literary talent; then, he absorbed the power of others; and most intriguingly, his injuries healed rapidly.
Long Hui swallowed hard and asked, "Si Huan, what is the name of that silk scroll?"
Yu Wuhen gazed at the golden silk scroll and said, "This is the Nine Heavens True Scroll,
the foundation of the martial arts and techniques of the six masters of the Panlong Sacred Lineage. All six divine powers originate from this scroll."
Long Hui asked curiously, "Since it is such a treasure, why did it end up in the Central Plains, and even in my hands?" Yu Wuhen said, "The Nine Heavens True Scroll consists of nine silk scrolls. The one in the Dragon Lord's possession should have been brought to the Central Plains by Zhu Xuzi
three hundred years ago ." At this moment, Long Hui remembered the matter of Zhu Xuzi. Then he asked, "By the way, what exactly happened to Zhu Xuzi in the Panlong ?" Yu Wuhen lowered his head and said, "Back then, Zhu Xuzi sailed across the ocean and entered the desolate sea. The Divine Dragon Goddess of the time prophesied that this person had a great opportunity with the Panlong Sacred Vein, and specially ordered a dragon to lead him into the Panlong Sacred Vein. After meeting Zhu Xuzi, the old Goddess of the Vein learned that he had gone to sea to find a way to break the 'Hidden Profound Netherworld Technique' in order to eliminate the chaos of the Demonic Sect in the Central Plains. So she gave him a Nine Heavens True Scroll, and made it clear that three hundred years later, this True Scroll could bring back the True Dragon Saint Lord for the Panlong Sacred Vein. After obtaining the Nine Heavens True Scroll, Zhu Xuzi suddenly comprehended the Great Dao and created the Heavenly Vault Mystic Method." This past event truly astonished Long Hui, his mind still a jumbled mess: "I'm that True Dragon Saint Lord? What a joke..." Yu Wuhen continued, "Dragon Lord, if you don't believe me, please come with me, and you'll understand the whole 's see what she's really up to." "Alright, lead the way." Since the other party was so respectful, Long Hui didn't need to be polite and simply said, "Yes! I'll take the Nine Heavens True Scroll for you, and then I'll lead the way." Yu Wuhen made a lotus-shaped finger gesture, aimed at the suspended Nine Heavens True Scroll, and with a whoosh, the silk scroll fell into her hand. Yu Wuhen held the Nine Heavens True Scroll with both hands and respectfully presented it to Long Hui: "Dragon Lord, please accept it." Long Hui accepted it without ceremony. The two passed through the back hall and arrived at an ancient and majestic pavilion. Yu Wuhen placed her delicate hand on the heavy, thick door. She secretly gathered her true energy, and with a burst of energy from her palm, a blue light instantly filled the entire door. Click-clack-clack—as the sound of the metal hinges turning rang out, the door slowly opened. Long Hui couldn't help but feel more admiration for this woman. This door must have weighed at least a thousand pounds, yet she moved it with ease, pushing it open with a casual touch. Her skill was probably no less than that of the Dharma King who had chased him before. "Dragon Lord, please follow me." Stepping into the pavilion, it was pitch black all around. "Snap!" The firelight flickered, then suddenly burst into a brilliant light. Long Hui looked closely and saw that the surrounding stone walls were covered with orange-red glass lamps, illuminating the interior of the pavilion as if it were daytime. Looking around, the smooth stone walls shimmered in the firelight, further brightening the room. In the center of the large stone chamber stood only a table . Yu Wuhen pointed to the table and said, "Dragon Lord, the remaining eight Nine Heavens True Scrolls are on this table. Please take a look." Long Hui leaned closer and saw a jade box in the center of the table. Lifting the lid, he found , their texture and patterns identical to the ones he had. Long Hui was secretly amazed and couldn't help but ask, "Yu Sihuan, you said that the Nine Heavens True Scroll is a book jointly cultivated by the Six Departments, but it doesn't contain any text. How do you cultivate it?" Yu Wuhen replied, "Reporting to the Dragon Lord, the Nine Heavens True Scroll was forged by the Dragon Lord using extraterrestrial crystals. All nine silk scrolls have spirituality and require a special technique to activate them so that the text can appear." After saying this, he picked up one of the scrolls, entered his true essence, and the silk scroll immediately shone with golden light. Within the golden light, tens of thousands . Long Hui was dumbfounded. Long Hui said, "You always say that I wrote this Nine Heavens True Scroll, but why do I have no recollection of it at all?" Yu Wuhen said, "That's alright. As long as the Dragon Lord cultivates the divine skill again, his memory will gradually return." Long Hui was taken aback and asked, "If I cultivate the divine skill, I can also cultivate this Nine Heavens True Scroll." Long Hui was secretly delighted. A single Heavenly Wonderful Technique had attracted the attention of both the righteous and the evil, but who knew that this divine skill originated from the Nine Heavens True Scroll? The Nine Heavens True Scroll was the root of the Heavenly Wonderful Technique, and its supernatural powers were definitely superior to the Heavenly Wonderful Technique . If he mastered such a supreme skill, he would surely be able to kill his enemies. Yu Wuhen shook his head and said, "No, the Nine Heavens True Scroll is merely a scripture created by the Dragon Lord for us mortals, not his true divine power." Long Hui's heart pounded wildly, thinking, "Could it be that the Nine Heavens True Scroll isn't the most powerful divine skill of the Panlong Sacred Vein?" Long Hui had also experienced the power of the Nine Heavens True Scroll firsthand. If he hadn't been carrying that silk handkerchief, he would probably have been dead long ago. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of secret technique is the Nine Heavens True Scroll? Can you tell me, Si Huan?" Yu Wuhen nodded and said, "The Nine Heavens True Scroll is divided into nine scrolls: 'Sea, Ice, Break, God, Flame, Thunder, Annihilation, Purification, and Wind.' Each scroll possesses extraordinary power. I cultivate the Sea Scroll and the God Scroll, so my true essence can transform into the power of a raging sea. The God Scroll records profound techniques, allowing the cultivator to communicate with heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, and their divine consciousness to reach the highest heavens and the deepest hell." "And the silk scroll that Zhu Xuzi took away is the 'Scroll of Destruction,' specifically designed to destroy all martial arts and spells in the world..." Long Hui said, "Then isn't this 'Scroll of Destruction' the nemesis of the other eight True Scrolls?" Yu Wuhen smiled and said, "Not at all. The nine True Scrolls are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining; there's no such thing as one defeating another or one breaking another. The outcome is determined by the cultivator themselves. According to common sense, water overcomes fire, but how can a raging fire be extinguished by a small bottle of water? Zhu Xuzi only gleaned the method to break the 'Hidden Profound Nether Technique' from the 'Scroll of Destruction.' Moreover, the Nine True Scroll is not a rigid secret manual; it records the Three Thousand Great Daos. Different people will have different understandings when cultivating it, and even cultivating the same scroll will produce different effects." Yu Wuhen explained the characteristics of the Nine Heavens True Scroll to Long Hui incessantly, making Long Hui eager to learn it immediately.

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