The Legend of Shang Xiu in the Three Kingdoms Fantasy Record

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At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out. Zhang Jiao, who called himself the "Great Wise Teacher," used the art of celestial books and sorcery to bewitch the people. He quickly gathered hundreds of thousands of soldiers and swept across eight provinces, including Qing, You, Xu, and Ji. His power was immense. The Eastern Han Dynasty was plagued by rebels on the outside and the Ten Attendants on the inside, making it riddled with problems and on the verge of collapse.

In Gaoyang City of You Province, there lived a young man named Shang Xiu. He was tall and strong, with handsome eyes and thick eyebrows, and a dignified appearance. Born into a family of military officers, he was fond of swordsmanship and archery, and loved discussing military strategy. He was honest in speech and decisive in action, but his father, Shang Zhi

, treated him very strictly. Whenever he taught him martial arts, he always provided wooden sticks and thorns, and if he showed signs of fatigue or slackness, he would whip him as a warning. Shang Xiu had a younger sister named Xuan, who was born out of wedlock. The two were close since childhood and often studied swordsmanship and books together. Xuan's mother, Shang Xiu's second aunt, was of Hu ethnicity. She was exceptionally fair-skinned, with a high forehead, round eyes, and azure pupils; a small nose, a small mouth, and peach-red lips. At the age of fourteen, she was already a well-known beauty in the city.

When Shang Xiu was eighteen, the rebel army reached the south of Youzhou. Seeing that the people of the city were misled by the Yellow Turban rebels and had written the characters for Jiazi (甲子) on their doors with white clay, he was furious and cursed them, calling the writer a "Han traitor." However, he was then accused by the crowd of "insulting the Great Sage and Good Teacher" and was driven away.

The greatest factor in starting a rebellion is the ignorance of the people. Is it really true that everyone is drunk while I am the only one who is sober?

Shang Xiu, full of resentment and with nowhere to vent, had just stepped into his house when he roared: "Bah! This traitorous scoundrel! He dares to call himself the Great Sage and Good Teacher, but in reality, he is the biggest liar in the world!" At that time, there was a maid named Wan'er in the house. When she saw her young master return, she quickly took off his outer garment and sword.

In the city, besides the soldiers, only Shang Xiu was allowed to carry a sword. This was because he had once rescued the city guard's daughter from a pack of wolves outside the city. The city guard, Liu Yan, had bestowed upon him a sword and allowed him to carry it outside the city as an honor, also hoping to instill in him a strong sense of vigilance against evil and the wicked.

His younger sister, Shang Xuan, was practicing needlework in her room when she heard this. Dragging her long skirt and kicking her small shoes, she gracefully stepped out of the hall, raising her eyebrows and saying, "Coming back and shouting like that, do you think this is a training ground?" Whenever Shang

Xiu saw this girl, his worries vanished. He pulled her by the sleeve and led her to sit down at the front of the hall, sighing, "Xuan'er, you don't know this, but I've heard that Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang claim to be the Heavenly Lord, Earthly Lord, and Human Lord General, proclaiming to the world that the Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise, the Han Dynasty is over, and a Great Sage is about to appear. Just now, I saw people in the city responding to Zhang Jiao's summons, writing words in white clay to indicate some auspicious time. They're clearly believing the Yellow Turban rebels' heretical words. Tell me, shouldn't I be angry?"

Although Shang Xuan was only sixteen, she was quite literate, even more so than her brother. Having heard much from her father, she also had some understanding of the state of the world. Upon hearing her brother's words, she chuckled softly, leaving Shang Xiu bewildered, wondering why she was laughing. Her smile was radiant and captivating. Shang

Xuan laughed for a long time before finally calming herself and turning her beautiful eyes, which had been fixed on her brother, to ask, "Brother, don't you always say that Xuan'er has a woman's perspective? Why do you ask again today?"

Wan'er, who was pouring tea for the two of them, listened from the side and smiled, "Miss, since the young master is asking, he must have been tricked again and can't find a confidant in the martial arts hall, so he's come to you to complain." Shang

Xiu accepted the tea offered by Wan'er, smiling as she looked at the pretty, kind, and understanding maid. She sighed, "Wan'er understands me best." Although she was a maid, the two never treated her as a servant, and Shang Xiu's father even intended for Wan'er to become his daughter-in-law.

Shang Xuan propped her chin on her hand, staring at Wan'er for a moment, then said softly, "Then why does my brother only speak with Wan'er? Why ask Xuan'er?"

Shang Xiu, seeing her sister's displeasure, was startled when her father, Shang Zhi, rushed in, exclaiming, "Disaster! Disaster! Xiu'er, Xuan'er, come here quickly!"

The two rose in surprise. Shang Xiu saw the imperial edict in her father's hand and asked, "Father, what disaster has struck?" Shang Xuan, standing nearby, also asked, "Has the Yellow Turban rebels arrived?"

Shang Zhi, sweat beading on his forehead, replied, "Zhang Jiao's deputy general, Chen Ru, is leading ten thousand troops, directly approaching Gaoyang City, only thirty paces away. This army is taking a sneak attack by taking a mountain route, and even the spies have been kept in the dark for a while. Most of the people in the city have already packed their belongings and are preparing to leave. Some in the city believe the Yellow Turban rumors and are even advising you, sir, to surrender the city."

Shang Xuan looked at his brother with alarm, but seeing his calm expression, his heart calmed down somewhat. He heard his brother slowly say, "Father, although the Yellow Turban rebels are numerous, they are still the forces of Bihe. However, we cannot confront them head-on. How about we first feign surrender and then launch a coordinated attack from within?" Shang

Zhi, knowing him to be most cunning, said, "Go on ! "

********** ... Human will, under the absolute suppression of force, is utterly powerless to resist. A group of cowardly scholars, unable even to restrain a chicken, have climbed to the position of noble city guards, yet are powerless to protect the city and its people. Such trash, I spit on them! The city guard's forehead was smeared with the Yellow Turban general's saliva, but the insult did not change the panicked and contemptible expression on his face. His lips trembled as he murmured, "Spare me... Spare me..." He was probably just a pitiful worm, a sycophant who had managed to crawl his way up in a corrupt dynasty. Thinking this, the Yellow Turban general slowly drew his sword. A flash of cold light appeared before the city guard's eyes, and the fearful minister finally spoke boldly like a remonstrating official: "General, spare my life! General, spare my life!" With a "whoosh!" the city guard's voice fell silent instantly. His armor split open and fell to the ground, revealing a bald head dripping with cold sweat. The general laughed wildly, shouting, "Where is the city guard's beautiful daughter?" The city guard, just waking from his fear, suddenly heard his daughter's charming yet angry voice. The Yellow Turban general's expression shifted. He saw a young woman, surrounded by soldiers, being pushed a few feet in front of him. She was strikingly beautiful and alluring, and his heart stirred. But then he saw her glare at him fiercely, her seemingly delicate feet firmly planted to prevent her from kneeling. She snapped, "Traitor! Let's see how long you can be so smug!" The beauty's anger, her spirited and defiant demeanor, aroused a strong desire to conquer her. The Yellow Turban general smiled contemptuously, moved closer, grabbed the girl's chin, and tilted her face towards him. He smiled and said, "In terms of courage, you far surpass your father. Unfortunately, this is not the time to test courage." " Having said that, he turned to the city lord, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "I will spare the city lord's life for now. If you, young lady, do not serve me obediently before I leave the city, I will first cut off his two hands, then his upper arms, then his shoulders... If you, young lady, are thinking of your father and yourself, you should know what to do." ************ That night, the Yellow Turban soldiers had completely occupied the entire city and sent people to contact other Yellow Turban followers. The city lord's residence was used as the temporary command tent of the Yellow Turban general Chen Ru. "Ugh... I'm going to be touched by that bastard again tonight..." The young woman was Shang Xuan. The real city lord and his family had already left as planned. The officials were all trusted subordinates of her father, Shang Zhi, loyal, reliable, bold, and meticulous, thus able to deceive Chen Ru. Although Shang Xuan was not bound, her internal strength was restricted, and she could not exert any power. If Chen Ru returned tonight and attempted to commit adultery, she would be like a lamb entering a wolf's den, completely at his mercy. But she was not afraid at all, because, as always, she had absolute confidence in her brother Shang Xiu's plan. She deliberately concealed her unique temperament, changing into various gaudy and vulgar clothes, all to play the role of the city lord's daughter well.

But before the plan succeeds, she must feign a look of despair and indignation, as her brother said, playing hard to get, feigning reluctance while simultaneously accepting. If she's going to act, she must act the whole way, until the very end. This Chen Ru is Zhang Bao's trusted general, certainly not a reckless brute like Yan Zheng or Cheng Yuanzhi. But the worst thing is not seeing one's own shortcomings, and Chen Ru's weakness is lust.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Shang Xuan's shoulders trembled, showing that she was in a state of high tension and vigilance. In Chen Ru's eyes, she looked like a frightened little jade rabbit trapped in a cage, not knowing what to do.

Chen Ruxian flashed a confident smile, a smile that contained not only the excitement of soon possessing this stunning beauty, but also the satisfaction of achieving his military objectives and the vengeful thrill of witnessing the Han army's repeated defeats.

He hated the court, hated the corrupt officials in power, and hated everything that hindered Lord Zhang Jiao. He moved closer, grabbed Shang Xuan's shoulder, turned her around, and stared at her with a strange light in his eyes, as if he could see right through her.

"May I ask, Miss, where is the city garrison's wife?"

Startled by his gaze and the unexpectedness of his words, Shang Xuan trembled slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly replied, "My mother... she... is not in the city. Oh... you..." You pinched me. . . ”

Chen Ru let go of her with both hands, but his eyes were still sniping half a step away, and he smiled and said, “Why do you think the young lady looks so different from the city guard?” May I ask where the lady is from? Shang

Xuan turned around, faced him sideways, tried to calm down and said, "My mother is from outside the customs." "While listening, Chen Ru sat down next to a few people in the room and suddenly fell silent, teaching Shang Xuan not to know what he was thinking.

Chen Ru looked at her silently for a long time, which made her feel uncomfortable all over. She twisted her sleeves uneasily with her jade fingers, but she heard him suddenly say: "Take it off!" Take off all your clothes. Shang

Xuan smeared rouge on her fair face, but dared not disobey him. Well, that was the plan; until the very end, she had to remain loyal, or face an even more terrible failure.

She bit her lip, her delicate hands slowly moving to the sash binding her slender waist. Just as she was about to pull it open, Chen Ru suddenly spoke again, saying, "Why is Miss suddenly so obedient to me? Don't you hate me to the bone?"

Shang Xuan couldn't think of a reply. This man was truly detestable! Humiliating her wasn't enough; he had to toy with her too! A surge of anger rose within her, and she cried out, "You... then what do you want!" This genuine expression of her feelings only served to further conceal Chen Ru's suspicions. As expected,

Chen Ru laughed and said, "Then please continue, Miss."

Shang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought of displaying her body, which she was always so proud of, in front of this scoundrel made her feel both ashamed and resentful. But despite her thoughts, under his gaze, her hands obediently untied the layers of her silk robes one by one, letting them slide down to her delicate jade feet. Inch by inch, her fair and tender skin shone brightly in the candlelight, exuding a faint fragrance of a young girl.

Shang Xuan felt the other person's gaze pierce her smooth, beautiful body like a knife. Her delicate shoulders and jade-like legs were now fully exposed. Suppressing her shyness, she closed her eyes and reached for her innermost bodice, untying the silk knot. At that moment, she felt tears welling in her eyes.

Her most cherished and precious body was being admired by this despicable scoundrel, and the one who painstakingly planned this scheme was none other than her beloved brother. Why did it have to be this way?

But... if... if it were her brother...

Shang Xuan opened his bright eyes again, but his eyeliner was covered by tears. Chen Ru's indistinct image in front of the candlestick seemed to transform into Shang Xiu's handsome face. At this moment, the last covering on her body slipped to the ground, and the entire picturesque scene of eroticism was revealed to Chen Ru. At this very moment, a faint smile appeared on Shang Xuan's face, a smile as beautiful as a fairy and as sweet as candy, completely captivating Chen Ru's heart.

He found himself standing up involuntarily, drawn by the unprecedented beauty before him. His hands began to move beyond the pleasure of his eyes, starting from her slender, curved shoulders, gently caressing her smooth, soft skin.

His devilishly large hand jolted Shang Xuan from her momentary reverie. He wasn't her brother; he was still that despicable bastard! Shang Xuan subconsciously withdrew her hands, as if embracing her increasingly firm breasts, concealing the two small peach blossoms atop them, once again displaying her shy and coquettish girlishness.

Chen Ru moved behind her, looking down at the undulating peaks held tightly by her hands. He felt a burning, oppressive heat in his heart. His waist was pressed tightly against the girl's round, pink buttocks; he could almost fully feel the youthful heat emanating from her. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Let go of my hands." At this moment , Shang

Xuan most wanted to kill him with a single blow to escape this humiliating situation. Hearing this, she could only helplessly release her hands, letting his wolfish gaze sweep over her sensitive breasts. Her existing anxiety intensified, and even with her unwavering faith in Shang Xiu, she couldn't help but secretly pray that her brother would appear soon to relieve her humiliation.

Just as Shang Xuan gritted her teeth, thinking that her exquisite breasts were about to be roughly kneaded, Chen Ru grasped her wrist and gave a strange command: "Knead them yourself, knead them hard."

Shang Xuan's long, slender legs trembled uneasily, and even the soft, delicate hair at the base of her thighs quivered slightly, like a lamb before a hungry tiger. Her eyes met Chen Ru's briefly before she helplessly lowered her beautiful neck, the delicate silver chain around her neck dangling down. Her hands gently covered her breasts, and under Chen Ru's gaze, her slender fingers curled, sinking into the soft flesh of her breasts. A tingling, itchy sensation in her chest made Shang Xuan blush uncontrollably, and her beautiful eyes closed tightly again. Soon, she found her fingers gradually gaining control over their caresses, and Chen Ru's gentle nibbling near her ear intensified the tingling sensation with each touch.

This strangely comfortable sensation made Shang Xuan's heart flutter, and the blush on her face deepened. Even she wondered herself: What's happening to me? How could she feel pleasure from being humiliated by a villain?

In a flash of silver light, Chen Ru noticed that the woman's delicate hands and feet were bound with thin silver chains. But what caught his attention even more were Shang Xuan's heaving breasts, which began to respond to her own stimulation.

"Mmm..."

Another intense tingling sensation ran through her body, and Shang Xuan's body trembled, involuntarily letting out a soft moan. Although she noticed that he was gently kneading and rubbing her slender waist and buttocks, she, being virgin, was powerless to resist and left him to his mercy. Chen Ru was overjoyed, his movements becoming even more forceful. He deliberately let Shang Xuan arouse her own desire, gradually weakening her will to resist, so that she would willingly offer herself. He was just one step away from making this beautiful and ethereal girl submit.

A series of silver bells jingled from the chains adorning Shang Xuan, jolting the girl's resolve to defend her chastity.

Shang Xuan's naked body suddenly struggled, breaking free from Chen Ru's embrace, retreating more than ten steps, one hand covering her chest, the other her lower body, her lips trembling slightly, panting softly.

What should she do? Her brother hadn't even arrived, yet Chen Ru had already made his move. At this moment, she was in a state of utter confusion. She couldn't let Chen Ru see through her plan, yet she was unwilling to let this bastard take advantage of her again. She had no idea how to deal with it.

Chen Ru slowly moved closer, and she retreated, but she was completely naked, making the situation both tense and extremely awkward. Looking at the beautiful woman's embarrassed appearance, Chen Ru suddenly laughed and said, "This game is interesting, but it's time to end it."

"What game?! You traitor... Ah!" Shang Xuan was both annoyed and ashamed, but then Chen Ru suddenly moved forward with lightning speed. Before she could react, he picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

Shang Xuan was quite agile. She rolled over, pulled up the blanket on the bed, covered herself, and stared at Chen Ru with a mixture of annoyance and hatred in her beautiful eyes. Why did this bastard suddenly become so violent?

Chen Ru coldly said, "If you won't drink the toast, you'll have to drink the penalty." With that, she leaped forward, grabbed the quilt with both hands, and ripped it open with all her might. Shang Xuan was startled and desperately tried to pull the quilt away, but her strength was far inferior to

Chen Ru's. With a "hiss," the quilt tore in two. Shang Xuan, not caring about being exposed, kicked Chen Ru with her delicate foot in embarrassment. Chen Ru calmly took her slender pink foot in his palm and said, "Miss, if you don't want to be crippled, you'd better not move." He then applied slight pressure with his hand.

"Ah..." Shang Xuan cried out in pain, her delicate eyebrows furrowing. A sharp pain shot through her ankle, forcing her to abandon her attempt to turn away. Following Chen Ru's instructions, she relaxed completely, her jade-like legs now parted, revealing a clear, alluring pink cleavage between her thighs.

"That's right," Chen Ru smiled slightly, gently kneading her soft, boneless feet. His hands moved up her legs; the girl's skin was sensitive and delicate, leaving faint red marks with each gentle press, making him reluctant to let go.

Should she give up? Shang Xuan closed her eyes tightly, tears welling in her eyes. A burning, tingling sensation ran through her chest as her tender nipples were bitten and sucked. Though her heart ached, her body obediently experienced waves of mild pleasure. Then she felt his hand slowly move to her most private area…

The silver chain flashed suddenly, illuminating Shang Xuan's eyes, which were almost brimming with tears. She bit her lip sharply, and with both hands held flat at her sides, she forcefully struck Chen Ru's temples. Although she had lost her internal energy, a direct hit would still make this bastard dizzy.

But she underestimated her opponent's strength. Chen Ru snorted, grabbed her slender wrist, glanced at her coldly, and then twisted it slightly. A faint cracking sound of bones breaking and the girl's scream rang out simultaneously.

Chen Ru released her half-broken wrists, her hands no longer gentle as before. Her rough fingers began to forcefully knead the girl's tender breasts, arbitrarily shaping them into various forms. With a wide-open mouth, she left terrifying, slightly bloodied teeth marks on the two jade peaks. She continued, "It seems I, Chen, am still too kind-hearted. Since you don't appreciate my gentleness, I will have to treat you as an ordinary prisoner."

Why hasn't my brother arrived yet? Shang Xuan's convictions completely crumbled. Waves of sharp pain in her chest told her the cruel reality. She groaned in agony. Her body, pampered since childhood, her most cherished beautiful form, was now only there to satisfy this despised bastard. What she hated most was the way he treated her body so roughly, as if it contained some kind of technique, allowing her to experience a strange pleasure even amidst the pain. She could no longer see anything before her; her eyes were filled with tears.

"Spread your legs and lift them up with your hands,"

Chen Ru coldly commanded. Seeing Shang Xuan biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, and remaining silent, Chen Ru flipped her hand, and with a series of sharp slaps, accompanied by Shang Xuan's groans of pain, she slapped her heavily on the chest and legs, leaving behind terrible handprints.

Shang Xuan knew she was powerless to resist, and even felt fear towards Chen Ru's violence. She turned her face away, and as tears soaked into the pillow she was lying on, she spread her beautiful legs apart, and with her crippled wrist, she wrapped her arms around her thighs, displaying the girl's private area. Her buttocks appeared even more rounded and full in this position, breathtakingly beautiful.

Chen Ru kneaded Shang Xuan's exquisitely sculpted buttocks a few times with both hands. With his right hand, he used two fingers to slightly part Shang Xuan's vulva, revealing a peach-pink opening, incomparably beautiful. He glanced at Shang Xuan's pitiful face, then

slowly inserted his fingers into the slit. Shang Xuan trembled violently, feeling the foreign object penetrate her lower body, but she was powerless to resist. Watching her vulva, which she herself dared not touch, being played with at will, her already dried tears welled up again in her reddened eyes.

This incomparably beautiful virgin body excited Chen Ru immensely. He decided to thoroughly humiliate this girl, and the first step was to arouse her. With his mouth wide open, his wet tongue gently licked and teased the jade gate, rubbing the delicate petals, while his fingers moved inside, stimulating the girl's sensitive and tight flesh.

Shang Xuan had never experienced such stimulation before. Under his actions, her body trembled uncontrollably. The teasing between her legs made her body gradually heat up, making her feel extremely ashamed. How could she have been aroused by this bastard's play?

Chen Ru watched as drops of honey-like fluid seeped out of the girl's flower palace, and her beautiful breasts began to rise and fall. He knew that the stubborn girl's will was beginning to weaken. He withdrew his wet fingers from the jade gate and smiled lewdly: "So, Miss has a masochistic preference. Otherwise, where would all this 'water' come from?" He turned around and raised his buttocks. Under this stimulation, Shang

Xuan was covered in a fragrant sweat, her mouth uttering words that were difficult to articulate. Overwhelmed with shame, she was speechless, lacking even the courage to curse. Although usually clever and quick-witted, she was still young and, in this situation, no match for the worldly-wise Chen Ru. Finally, hurt by his slap, she turned around, her back to him as she raised her buttocks. Suddenly, her heart trembled; she knew what he was about to do.

"Brother..."

Shang Xuan lay on the bed, her pink buttocks raised in this shameful posture, eyes closed, teeth clenched, silently repeating the word "brother" in her heart. Just then, a fierce shout and the clash of weapons erupted outside, and flames lit up the city, plunging it into a state of battle.

Seeing her startled expression, Chen Ru slowly leaned down, pressing his arm against her back, and sneered, "A mere trick, only good for fooling a fool, but utterly incapable of deceiving me, Chen Ru. I've heard there's a heroic young man in the city, named Shang Xiu. Do you know him, Miss?"

Shang Xuan's heart trembled violently, her face drained of color. He actually knew of her brother, Shang Xiu...

Chen Ru caressed her buttocks, his expression utterly calm, and continued, "You've been waiting for him to come, haven't you, Miss Shang Xuan?" Shang

Xuan could no longer endure it. She rolled over recklessly, her voice trembling, "You..."

Chen Ru pressed her down onto the bed, gazing at her exquisitely beautiful face, and said harshly, "I have countless experts lying in wait in my mansion, just waiting for him to take the bait; as for that petty trick of feigning surrender, I don't even consider it a threat."

Shang Xuan suddenly understood why her brother hadn't arrived yet, why the shouts outside the city were deafening. She finally cruelly understood everything. In that instant, everything felt futile, and her eyes transformed from anger and shame into grief and despair. This was the battlefield of a chaotic world, not a game of chess where children could discuss strategy on paper.

Even with Chen Ru's erect penis pressed against her vulva, she had no time to care.

He had known all along, yet he allowed her to put on this ridiculous show, to suffer his mockery and humiliation. Before this, she had clung to a strong hope, but ultimately, in the instant of his penetration, everything shattered into mocking fragments.

"Brother... Xuan'er is coming to keep you company..."

Shang Xuan's gaze fell again on the silver chain in her hand, a thought rising in her mind: she would escape with her virginity, she would die with her brother, and be his beloved wife in the underworld. With this thought of death, the blocked inner energy within her surged, her strength increasing dramatically. She forcefully pushed off with her legs, slamming heavily against Chen Ru's lower abdomen.

Chen Ru was surprised to realize that her inner strength had recovered. With a single kick, she had the power to send him flying upwards, blood gushing from his mouth. Caught off guard, he was severely injured.

What followed, however, was an even more astonishing turn of events.

*Bang!*

A corner of the tiled roof suddenly broke open, and amidst the flying dust and stones, a figure flashed out, a sharp spear piercing Chen Ru's skull. Blood gushed out, staining the entire room with crimson blossoms.

The surrounding scenery was dreamlike, Shang Xiu's figure like a war god amidst blood-red clouds. Even though Chen Ru had outwitted Shang Xiu, he was still no match for the spear in Shang Xiu's hand.

In the blink of an eye, Shang Xuan saw her brother's swift figure rush towards her, wrapping her naked body in a long robe, then lifting her up in one swift motion. His other hand held the spear piercing Chen Ru's head. A faint smile appeared on his handsome face as he weakly said, "Mission accomplished."

Seeing blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Shang Xuan realized his body was covered in countless wounds, large and small, including a deep gash on his right arm that exposed bone. Blood soaked through her robe. She stammered, "Brother... your wounds..." Seeing

the marks of violence on his sister's body, Shang Xiu's eyes filled with a tender mix of love and pity—the joy of regaining a treasure mixed with the guilt of being unable to save her. He softly said, "Brother is alright. Don't make a sound. We'll be safe once we're out of the city." "Hold on tight."

Shang Xuan clung tightly to her brother's strong neck, her heart filled with nothing but joy. She held on so tightly, afraid of losing the most important person in her heart, the person for whom she was willing to give everything.

Everything that had frightened her in the past was gone.

"Brother... I won't let you suffer like this again." His voice was so weak, yet it resonated powerfully in Shang Xuan's heart. Those few words had calmed her, easily dispelling the nightmare she had just experienced.

This close physical contact seemed to bind the brother and sister together, making her heart pound. Her excitement far surpassed any seductive maneuver Chen Ru had used on her. Her brother didn't need to do anything; simply holding her made her cheeks flush and her breath come in soft gasps.

Shang Xiu carried his sister to the highest pavilion in the city and shouted with all his might, "Chen Ru is dead! Long live the Han army! Chen Ru is dead! Long live the Han army!" This shout carried immense power, like a thunderclap, seemingly capable of silencing the entire city of Gaoyang. Looking down,

Shang Xuan realized what it meant to have a single call to arms receive a hundred responses. The Han army below the city immediately erupted in shouts, while the Yellow Turban soldiers were thrown into chaos. The situation between the two armies had been completely reversed by the assassination miracle orchestrated by Shang Xiu and Shang Xuan.

Suddenly, Shang Xiu felt a soft touch on his lips; it was his sister, overcome with emotion, kissing him. Shang Xiu initially thought his sister had kissed him in a moment of excitement during the crisis, and asked, "Xuan'er... are you alright?"

Shang Xuan, seemingly reluctant to leave her brother's embrace, whispered, "Fortunately... fortunately, brother arrived in time, otherwise... Xuan'er would... would have lost her virginity to that thief..." Upon hearing this, Shang

Xiu's heart trembled, as if an immense weight had been released from his chest. It was as if he had only just realized the extent of his physical condition. His gaze towards his sister suddenly became unfocused, and he swayed as if about to collapse. Seeing this, Shang Xuan immediately jumped down and supported the severely injured Shang Xiu, gently saying, "This time, it's Xuan'er's turn to protect her brother ." **********

... When the Han army, disguised as civilians, launched their attack, the surprise force fell into a Han ambush and was completely annihilated, rendering Chen Ru's plan futile. One of the men, wearing a turban and scholar's robes, with a dignified bearing, handsome features, and a long sword at his waist, heard Shang Xiu's earth-shattering shout and laughed, "Brother Shang Xiu truly deserves to be called the number one man in Youzhou. With such martial arts skills and such spirit, he will surely become a dragon and a phoenix in the future." Another man looked down into the city and saw that the Han army's morale was soaring. The Yellow Turban soldiers, weakened by the shifting tide, were collapsing like a landslide. Those with weak wills had already surrendered. He said, "Xiu'er is indeed exceptionally skilled in martial arts, but if it weren't for Yuanzhi's plan within a plan, how could we have defeated Chen Ru and protected Gaoyang?" "He was Shang Zhi, and the young man dressed as a scholar was named Xu Shu, a native of Yingchuan. He had studied with Shang Xiu in his early years and later traveled extensively. Hearing of Gaoyang's troubles, he came to offer his assistance. " Xu Shu smiled slightly and continued, "Miss Xuan, at the age of sixteen, is willing to venture into the lion's den. She is a heroine with both wisdom and courage. Whoever can marry her will be blessed with immense fortune." Shang Zhi tentatively said, "Yuanzhi is a man of great talent, and he is quite a match for Xuan." Xu Shu was startled, realizing his mistake, and quickly bowed, saying, "Yuanzhi is merely a scholar from Yingchuan, while Miss Xuan is naturally beautiful. Yuanzhi is by no means a suitable match for you." " Having said that, he quickly changed the subject, saying, "I've heard that Yan Zheng has received General Zhang Bao's orders and is leading 50,000 troops straight towards the key cities of Youzhou. I've also heard that Chen Ru's army was defeated and will surely attack. I'm afraid Gaoyang will be difficult to defend, my lord..." Shang Zhi turned his head and looked at his own troops storming into the prefect's mansion with overwhelming momentum. He calmly replied, "The city stands, we stand; the city falls, we die!" Xu Shu exclaimed in shock, "Where there's life, there's hope! My lord..." Shang Zhi sighed, "I am already fifty years old. What regret would I have if I died? Yuanzhi, however, must help me take Xiu'er and Xuan'er away. The Han Dynasty is beyond saving. I urge Xiu'er to submit to a wise ruler, settle down, and establish a career. I also urge him to find a good husband for Xuan'er." Is the Han Dynasty beyond saving? Xu Shu knew that Shang Zhi was determined to leave and could not persuade him otherwise. So, he straightened his clothes, stood respectfully, and knelt before him, saying, "Yuanzhi kowtows on behalf of Brother Shangxiu." Shang Zhi watched this exceptionally intelligent and refined scholar kowtow three times, and smiled, saying, "Yuanzhi should also strive to improve himself, and think more about protecting and benefiting the people. With your wisdom, coupled with Xiu'er's abilities, you will surely achieve great things in the future." Having said this, he waved his hand and said, "Go!" Xu Shu, before departing, performed the rites of a junior again before slowly leaving. He did not seek to ride the dragon or climb the phoenix, but only to display his learning! A true man should think of upholding righteousness to protect the world and the people; what can a mere woman do? Chen Ruzhi's death was merely one of the "Thirty-Six Divisions" of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Cheng Yuanzhi, leading his troops, had pacified the southern part of Youzhou, including cities like Gaoyang and Hejian, in less than a day. The Han army was powerless against them, and the cities surrendered without a fight. General He Jin ordered Generals Zhu Jun, Huangfu Song, and Lu Zhi to lead troops to suppress the rebels. However, the rebel army was too strong, and the Han army could only adopt a defensive posture for the time being, waiting for their strength to decline. Shang Xuan silently listened to the information her brother had received and asked, "Then what are your plans, brother?" Shang Xiu had been recuperating from his injuries for nearly a month, diligently practicing spear, sword, and archery techniques every day. His unwavering will and strong perseverance were unparalleled, even Shang Xuan had never witnessed before. Now, knowing that his father had perished with the city, he was deeply moved by his spirit of loyalty and resolved to join the army. With Xu Shu's help, Wan'er escaped Gaoyang and, after reuniting with the two, fled to Fanyang, finding a dilapidated house to stay in temporarily. Although Xu Shu was quite skilled in swordsmanship, he knew that fighting on the battlefield was not his forte; strategizing was his forte. After discussing with Shang Xiu, they decided to join the bandit-slaying warlords, who had soldiers and generals but lacked a wise strategist. Shang Xiu slowly drew the sword given to him by his father from his waist and sighed, "I heard that Prefect Liu Yan of Youzhou is recruiting soldiers. I will go to enlist at dawn and fight on the battlefield." Shang Xuan took her brother's hand and said softly, "Xuan'er wants to go with you." Her tone and demeanor were still that of the little girl who loved to act cute and spoiled, as if she had never experienced any storms. This was exactly the kind of demeanor that Shang Xiu loved most. Shang Xiu placed his hands on hers and said, "Xuan'er is a girl, how can she go to war?" Shang Xuan argued, "Xuan'er has learned swordsmanship and horsemanship, what's wrong with that?" Shang Xiu smiled and shook his head, patting his sister's smooth face with one hand, and said gently, "The Yellow Turban rebels are all bark and no bite. Zhang Jiao is just a failed scholar, what knowledge does he have? Trust me, I will defeat the rebels and return in less than a year." He then whispered, "More importantly, Wan'er is still very young. Xuan'er must stay here obediently and protect her for her brother."

Shang Xuan's body trembled, a heart-wrenching bitterness welling up inside her. She knew clearly that Wan'er becoming her brother's wife was becoming a reality, but her feelings were unspeakable. Whenever she saw the two of them entwined in tenderness, she could only hide alone to the side, ignoring everything, so that the intense jealousy could not grow in her heart.

Just as Shang Xiu was about to advise her to go back to bed, Shang Xuan suddenly sobbed and rushed over to hug him tightly. He sighed inwardly. His sister, accustomed to a life of luxury, was now dressed in coarse linen, her meals simple and frugal. He, however, was burdened with responsibilities and unable to stay to care for her, instead relying on her to raise Wan'er. A wave of intense guilt washed over him.

But what troubled him even more was his inappropriate feelings for this beautiful sister. From childhood, every smile, every joy, every sorrow had haunted his thoughts and dreams, especially since the battle of Gaoyang, when the two siblings had shared a great ordeal, deepening their bond. But… He

reluctantly lowered his hand, which had been meant to hold her slender waist, and instead gently patted the back of her neck with his other hand. Was this the limit a brother could possibly give?

Shang Xuan, however, was unwilling to let him go so easily. No one could predict what would happen tomorrow, and this might be the only chance to tell the truth.

"Brother..."

The woman in his arms gently stepped back. Under Shang Xiu's astonished and incredulous gaze, Shang Xuan removed her clothes. There was a patch of moonlight shining through the broken roof, and she stood gracefully in the moonlight, her fair skin, delicate arms and legs, her jade-like breasts and rounded buttocks displayed before her brother in her most beautiful form, with a shy yet delighted air.

Although completely naked, her slightly flushed, bright, and beautiful eyes stared directly at her brother, containing not only affection but also courage; it seemed that a single glance was enough to convey her innermost thoughts. In that single glance, Shang Xiu felt as if a thousand horses were galloping through his heart, stirring up a storm of emotions.

The brother and sister faced each other at a distance of five feet, the surroundings so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shang Xiu took a deep breath to calm his agitated heart, quickly moved closer, and draped his long robe over his sister. Behind her, he whispered, "Xuan'er is still young; you don't quite understand the difference between brotherly and sisterly love, or romantic love."

Shang Xuan whirled around, her eyes filled with stubbornness and resentment, and said in a deep voice, "Xuan'er has always understood. Father is dead. Must you pretend to be confused, brother?"

Shang Xiu's heart churned like a raging storm, but his face remained impassive as he forced a smile and said, "Heaven has its great principles, and humanity has its great ethics." "Xuan'er is better at studying than her brother; you should understand that."

He suddenly remembered his father's dying wish: to find a good husband for Xuan'er. But now, he harbored wicked thoughts? Especially at this juncture?

Besides...

Wan'er's clear voice called from outside: "Brother Xiu, Sister Xuan. The wine is warm." "

Disregarding morality and ethics, deserving of divine and human punishment; Xuan'er, never mention this again."

Shang Xuan heard Shang Xiu say these words indifferently, then turn his back and leave. A pang of pain shot through her heart, and hot tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away and followed him.

In this generation, where else could she find someone like her brother, with whom she had grown up? Even if her brother was a fool, she would never be a idiot. But who was more capable or more trustworthy than her seemingly foolish brother?

From childhood, his exemplary conduct among his peers, his calm and composed demeanor, and his exceptional martial arts skills had silently built up in her young heart, transforming into an unbreakable heroic image. Even though many talented young men like Xu Shu had been around her, they all paled in comparison to her brother .

She wanted no one but him. **********

... Wan'er, accustomed to serving others, even at the same table, would refill his wine cup. Remembering that Shang Xiu was about to be summoned to war, both women, though preoccupied with their own thoughts, forced smiles as they bid him farewell. Shang Xuan didn't mention the earlier incident at all, and her words and expressions showed no sign of distress, reassuring Shang Xiu that she had understood everything and was willing to stay with Wan'er. That night, after his sister had fallen asleep, Shang Xiu carried Wan'er out of the house to the peach tree in front of the door. Wan'er knew exactly what was going on, her face flushed as she allowed him to place her beside the tree. Shang Xiu wiped the tears from her face with his fingertips and smiled, "Silly girl, didn't we agree not to cry?" But thinking that the two of them were no longer guests and hosts, and that he, Shang Xiu, had become Wan'er's only support, he felt a pang of sympathy for her even in this tender moment, considering the pain of their impending separation. How much more so for Wan'er? Just as Shang Xiu was about to speak again, Wan'er hugged him tightly, forcibly suppressing her sobs, and whimpered, "Let Wan'er serve Brother Xiu one more time." Shang Xiu remained silent, only gently stroking her increasingly graceful back and slender waist, and gradually her delicate shoulders stopped trembling. With Wan'er's yielding movement, Shang Xiu's hands untied the white, cloud-like skirt and trousers. With a lift, the garment fell to the ground, revealing a delicate, snow-white girl in his arms. Her beautiful eyes, slightly tearful, held deep affection; all ambition vanished in an instant, replaced by tender tenderness. It was the time of year when the waning moon had set and the new moon was rising; the moon was invisible, but the sky was filled with stars, the Big Dipper shining brightly. Soothed by Shang Xiu's hands, Wan'er suppressed her shyness, gazed up at the magnificent stars, and softly asked, "Brother Xiu, do you know where you are among the stars?" " She was intelligent from a young age. Besides attending to Shangxiu and Shangxuan's daily needs, she studied reading and writing under their tutelage. She was particularly fond of astrology, enjoying observing the stars and their seasonal changes. Although Shangxiu was not entirely convinced, seeing her earnest expression, he couldn't help but ask, 'Then where am I?' Wan'er's expression suddenly changed, her eyes flashing with a strange light. She pointed to a new star in the northeastern sky, its radiant light eclipsing all the surrounding stars. She slowly said, 'That is Brother Shang's star of war. You will encounter the stars in the north. This is something that will happen soon. The Yellow Turban rebels are defying the heavens, and the appearance of a death star on the horizon is a harbinger of their defeat.' Shangxiu embraced her, speechless with astonishment." Wan'er, however, remained steadfast in her belief, continuing, "When people die, they transform into a corner of the stars. After Wan'er dies, I wish to remain beside Brother Xiu's star, forever praying for you." Having said this, she turned to face Shang Xiu, nestling close to his chest, and whispered, "Good brother, hurry and cherish Wan'er, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back my tears again." To others, she was merely a maid with a more striking appearance, but Shang Xiu knew very well that she was no ordinary person—even though she never mentioned her story before being adopted as a maid. Watching the two warm, soft mounds in his palms change like clouds under his caresses, Shang Xiu broke the silence, whispering in his wife's ear, "Wan'er, even now, you still don't intend to tell me everything?" His gentleness made Wan'er tremble slightly, but she shook her head gently. Her slender arms rolled behind his neck, gently massaging it, and she gasped, "If... we are destined to meet again, Wan'er will tell you everything." Shang Xiu was shocked, and his hands stopped moving. He said, "Destined to meet again? Wan'er, do you see that my death is imminent? Is that why you say this?" Wan'er turned over, her jade-like limbs fully exposed in her open clothes. A kind of light that Shang Xiu could not understand flashed in her gentle eyes. She said, "Brother Xiu's star of generalship is beginning to shine. It is a sign that a hidden dragon is awakening and waiting to soar into the sky. This is a very auspicious sign. Brother Xiu, you don't need to doubt it. Just accept it as it comes." With that, she wrapped her arms around him, her enchanting lips and tongue sealing Shang Xiu's unspoken question. Wan'er's hair was untied, her long, dark hair casting soft shadows, cascading like a curtain over her delicate shoulders. Apart from the two rosy blushes on her face, she looked like a goddess descending from heaven, all traces of her former girlishness gone.

Shang Xiu's heart trembled. He had always regarded Wan'er as a sister, their relationship like that of siblings. But at this moment, Wan'er's captivating charm made him realize for the first time that she was no longer the fragile girl who could only be protected, but his independent and mature wife. Whether this was an illusion or reality didn't matter; he only needed to know that the beautiful fairy before him was waiting for him.

"Mmm... Husband..."

Wan'er murmured softly, unable to resist Shang Xiu's tongue as it roamed freely over her breasts, leaving marks on her fair skin. She could also feel his skilled hands caressing her slender, rounded thighs and the jade gate hidden beneath her pubic hair...

She clung tightly to Shangxiu, her entire body pressed against him like cotton. They had been lovers for a long time, their bodies in perfect harmony without words. Yet, each time they made love, Shangxiu had a way of making her lose herself completely, letting go of all her inhibitions and shame.

"Oh... Ah..."

Tiny drops of love fluid trickled down his nimble fingers, like drops of saliva on a budding nipple. Even in the darkness, a blush of pink tinged her fair skin, a testament to her vibrant spring, awaiting Shangxiu's touch.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Wan'er

's petite buttocks were lifted up, and her slender legs immediately wrapped around her husband's strong waist. With a "thud," his fiery rod broke in. Wan'er felt a surge of heat in her lower body, and her whole body trembled violently. Shang Xiu, holding her buttocks, suddenly thrust forward, the fire penetrating deep into her core, causing her to moan softly.

Shang Xiu's stamina was astonishing; he could carry a hundred pounds and still walk briskly for dozens of minutes. Carrying such a person was effortless for him. But he was in no hurry to make her climax; instead, he thrust slowly and powerfully, letting her move her body to her preferred rhythm.

Wan'er leaned weakly against his neck, her rhythmic moans and gasps mingling with the fragrant breeze in his ears. Just as she was lost in ecstasy, a strange, sharp shriek suddenly rang out. Wan'er, engrossed in their lovemaking, paid no heed; but Shang Xiu, with his soldier's instincts, recognized it as the secret signal his sister Shang Xuan had used since childhood.

He glanced sideways and saw Shang Xuan, about ten feet behind the large tree where they were, leaning against another large tree, peering at them with a look that seemed both resentful and jealous. Her lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to whisper something to him.

"Oh...!" Wan'er

's slender waist began to writhe, no longer content with the slow intercourse. She shifted her body, her soft moans rising and falling, becoming increasingly alluring. Shang Xiu watched as Shang Xuan lowered her face and slowly undressed. They stood beneath the same moon, but the white light seemed to particularly favor Shang Xuan, this celestial beauty, cascading down like silver light, illuminating her firm breasts, slender waist, and plump, pink legs.

The four silver chains he had given his sister were linked together, hanging from her chest like a silvery cloud along her breasts, breathtakingly beautiful.

The white light and her snow-white skin were cold, but her eyes gazed at him with fiery passion. The contrast between hot and cold ignited the forbidden desire within Shang Xiu. He thrust simultaneously, his hands and waist pounding against the delicate woman in his arms, making her tremble and writhe under his powerful thrusts. His eyes, however, were fixed on his younger sister, naked before him, his gaze seemingly wanting to devour her flawless, naturally endowed body. Shang Xuan

's lips curled into a seductive smile, one that Shang Xiu couldn't hear, yet seemed to echo in his mind. He saw his younger sister's pink body tremble slightly, her breasts shaking as if the earth were swaying, stirring his heart. Shang Xuan's movements were almost magical; with a flick of her emerald eyes and a wave of her jade-like hand, she seemed to guide her brother's gaze across her flawless curves.

A flick of her slender finger lightly touched the side of her cherry-like breast, and Shang Xiu felt a burst of fresh, delicious flavor in his mouth; her slender waist swayed gently, and the soft, pink flesh of her buttocks filled Shang Xiu's beastly gaze; the sash in her slender hand lightly brushed between her breasts, as if letting her brother feel the soft yet firm touch. Her full breasts hung like raindrops on her chest, a faint silver glow on her snow-white skin.

"Ah... Brother Xiu... Brother... Oh!" Wan'er

's breasts heaved and trembled from the impact of her brother Xiu's movements. Unable to withstand the wild pounding of the fiery rod, her spring waters gushed forth like a tide, and with a high-pitched moan—she climaxed.

A glint flashed in Shang Xuan's beautiful eyes, and a gust of wind blew, causing her sash to fall into her brother Shang Xiu's hands. Shang Xuan waved her hand in front of him, and he immediately understood, blindfolding Wan'er's bright eyes.

"Brother Xiu...?"

Wan'er fell to the ground in a daze, her hands clutching Shang Xiu's hands in disarray. She heard Shang Xiu's gentle voice in her ear: "Tonight I will let Wan'er taste pleasure she has never experienced before." Shang Xiu's reason was overwhelmed by lust. Wan'er let out a soft cry as her body was turned around. Her hands could only grip the tree trunk, while Shang Xiu gently held her small buttocks and slender waist, arranging them into a position of intercourse, woman in front, man behind.

"Ah...!"

Her two delicate, petal-like labia were parted, and that fire once again plunged into her jade gate, already overflowing with love juice. Complete darkness filled her vision, leaving her utterly unable to predict how Shang Xiu would play with her next. A strange sense of unease, combined with the still-burning, wonderful pleasure within her, created an even more subtle and intense excitement.

Shang Xuan was gradually captivated by Wan'er's excited moans. It wasn't the first time she'd witnessed her brother and Wan'er's intimacy, but this time she watched openly and made a decision: to leave an impression of her beautiful body on her brother's mind. Even Wan'er, as close as she was, couldn't match the understanding between these siblings. Shang Xuan's innate, astonishing charm completely controlled Shang Xiu's will in this situation, making him unable to resist her advances.

The sounds of her brother and Wan'er's bodies colliding were incessant. Shang Xuan's starry eyes were half-open as she watched the fiery lovemaking, her hands resting on her own breasts, gently kneading them.

"Oh... Brother Xiu... Quick... Hold Wan'er... Oh..." Wan'er

shook her jade-like face violently, her long hair flying everywhere, crying out repeatedly, desperately seeking caresses. Shang Xiu's eyes were slightly red as he watched his sister playing with those beautiful breasts that could intoxicate any man. His hands naturally responded to his beloved wife's request, vigorously kneading those two warm mounds. A brother and sister, one fantasizing about playing with his younger sister's beautiful breasts, the other imagining his older brother teasing her breasts both roughly and gently.

"Ugh... Ah... Too deep... Ahh...!"

Wan'er cried out in ecstasy, and Shang Xiu gradually lost track of who was the protagonist. The three of them were each immersed in desire, their fiery intercourse still proceeding intensely, Wan'er's lustful fluids constantly splashing onto his body. The girl's delicate body was turned towards him, her jade-like fingers teasing her vulva between her legs, her small mouth slightly open. He didn't hear her, but he "saw" her trembling moans and soft, panting breaths.

Her pretty face was so pure and otherworldly, so wanton and beautiful. One moment she was pristine and innocent, the next she was wild and unrestrained; the sudden change to her gentleness tore through his moral defenses.

His fiery rod seemed to replace her slender fingers, blasting into his sister's flower garden, violently churning and pounding. His exquisitely beautiful sister, Shang Xuan, yielded to his thrusts, her passion surging. Her jade-like vulva gushed forth like a volcanic spring of lustful fluids. The innocent, lively, and pretty girl transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman who drove men mad.

The two gazed at each other passionately, their eyes wild and bold. The sister watched without restraint as her brother and the woman's fiery rod and jade-like vulva clashed and throbbed, while the brother unabashedly enjoyed the sight of his beautiful sister masturbating.

A flash of silver light, and Shang Xuan removed the silver chain from her neck. She bent her left leg, and the chain fell between her two beautiful, pink legs, sliding between her round, fragrant buttocks, gently rubbing back and forth. She squinted, watching her brother's reaction, slightly arching her waist, and pinched the chain, lightly scraping it against her jade cleft and the bud-like flesh. The chain was made of interlocking thin rings, and with each rise and fall, its shape resembled ripples on a flower path, or the changing thickness of the glans and jade pestle on a fiery rod. Shang Xuan felt waves of pleasure rising and falling within her, and most importantly, she felt her brother's burning, fiery gaze.

From Shang Xiu's perspective, he couldn't see how the silver chain rubbed against his sister's vulva, but he could see that her love juice slowly seeped out along the silver chain on her right leg, flowing down her fair skin.

"Ah... Oh... Husband... I'm going to lose it... Ah..."

Wan'er grabbed Shang Xiu's hand, letting him pull her petite body up so he could thrust deeper and harder into her. Her alluring little buttocks writhed involuntarily, her flower path convulsing slightly, tightly gripping the still-thrusting rod. As if sensing her brother's movement, Shang Xuan's hand swung the silver chain even faster, creating a rapid jingling of silver bells.

"Ahhh... Oh!"

Wan'er and Shang Xuan, their bodies flushed, simultaneously tilted their pretty faces back. Amidst a chorus of beautiful, harmonious moans, their vaginal fluids gushed forth. Wan'er's fluids sprayed out in sync with Shang Xiu's, while Shang Xuan's fluids shot out in a small jet, masturbating in front of Wan'er and her brother, feeling as intensely as if he were being brought to orgasm by his own brother.

All three were panting. Shang Xiu pulled Wan'er into his arms, but his eyes caught sight of the glistening silver chain in his sister's hand, covered in her strangely scented love fluid. Shang Xuan glanced at him, then gently licked the chain with her red tongue, her satisfied expression radiating endless temptation. She certainly wouldn't miss any opportunity to seduce him.

"Brother Xiu..."

Wan'er finally loosened the strap, followed by a sweet, passionate kiss like that of a young couple after their lovemaking. Wan'er's tender affection made Shang Xiu feel a pang of guilt, almost causing him to completely forget about the expedition. When Shang Xiu carried Wan'er, who had been dressed again, back into the room, Shang Xuan was already asleep, a sweet smile on her sleeping face.

Was this what she wanted?

Yes, he was leaving tomorrow to join the army, his fate uncertain; thinking about anything was pointless. He didn't disbelieve Wan'er's words. The concepts of destiny and the end of one's life might have existed since ancient times, but they were always so vague and unrealistic. On the battlefield, one relied on the gun in hand and the sword at the waist, even disregarding life and death. If he couldn't understand this, he would undoubtedly die on this journey. He believed in

fate, and he also believed that fate was in his own hands.

********** ... Wan'er groaned and woke up to find Shang Xuan sitting by the bedside, seemingly waiting for her to get up. She was always the one who helped this young lady rise, and this time she was instinctively startled. Just as she was about to sit up, Shang Xuan embraced her and whispered, "He's gone. We can't stay in this city any longer. We must immediately set off to seek refuge with our uncle in Nanpi, Hebei. That's what my brother instructed us to do." Wan'er whimpered softly, nestled in Shang Xuan's arms, and began to sob. Cry, let the tears dry; better times will come, won't they? ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊Youzhou, initially a territory of the Rong and Di tribes, was only occupied by the feudal lords during the Warring States period. The court viewed it as barbaric, symbolizing backwardness and primitiveness. But who knew that the closer to the north, the more hidden talents lay within? There is only one reason: prolonged conflict with foreign tribes. Only through constant warfare can a nation maintain its fighting strength. Even powerful states like Chu, with its vast territory and numerous armies, lacked this long-term tempering and refinement, ultimately leading to their destruction by the powerful Qin. The rise of King Wuling of Zhao was precisely because he disregarded Han and non-Han ethnicities, employing only the talented and breaking free from traditional constraints, utilizing non-Han cavalry in warfare. This made Zhao a military power for a time. Although it was ultimately destroyed by Qin, it was entirely due to the incompetence of its rulers, not a flaw in its governing policies. This demonstrates that personnel management and military system are crucial for survival in chaotic times. A long howl broke Xu Shu's reverie. He was in a military camp, the camp of General Zhang You, a subordinate of Liu Yan of Youzhou. With his broad knowledge and exceptional thinking, he had become Zhang You's advisor. "On one side is a colossal giant with immense strength, and on the other is a callow youth. The giant pays one to one, the youth pays ten!" That youth was none other than Shang Xiu, who had just arrived to report for duty. And this place was a place for selecting soldiers. Xu Shu found it amusing. He understood that judging people often involved appearance and believed that a large person was inherently strong, but only the eyes could truly reveal a person's true nature. The giant's eyes were as large as bronze bells, flashing with a fierce light, yet concealing arrogance, treating the enemy as nothing—a sign of impending defeat. Shang Xiu's gaze was deep and unwavering, his sharpness concealed, waiting for the moment to strike decisively, at which point victory or defeat would be decided. The giant's combat experience, though rich, was meaningless without learning from it; it was merely a repetition of the same old tricks. Zhang Youwei nodded slightly, and an officer immediately shouted, "Begin!" The axe-wielding giant roared and swung down, but Shang Xiu dodged to the side; the giant swung horizontally, but Shang Xiu slightly bent his body, easily avoiding it; the giant's advance and retreat were entirely under Shang Xiu's control. First, one must anticipate the enemy's moves, then one can take the initiative and find their weaknesses—the principle is simple. But the speed of each step is the true key to success or failure. The spear was thin, the giant axe thick; seemingly a disparity in strength, but the key lay elsewhere. "Quickly!" A group of officers behind Zhang You shouted first, followed by the soldiers watching from behind. This man was fully armored, leaving only one vulnerable spot. "Haha, this kid's good at running in circles." "Deng Ren is our strongest man; dozens of ordinary men wouldn't be a match for him!" The giant swung his axe repeatedly, attacking with different circular trajectories, intending to prevent Shang Xiu from dodging in the narrow area, but instead accelerating his own exhaustion and slowing his offensive. In the use of strength against the weak, the primary principle is to avoid direct confrontation. While a well-coordinated series of moves can leverage the strengths of a weapon, once the rhythm is disrupted, all subsequent moves become superfluous pieces on the chessboard, easily captured by the opponent. The giant became the core of Shang Xiu's strategy, every move he made was neutralized by Shang Xiu's exquisite footwork. "Clang! Clang! Clang!" Shang Xiu used the force of the spear shaft to leap into the air, delivering three consecutive strikes, all landing on the weakest points of the armor. Had he applied just a little more force, the spear tip would have pierced through the iron armor and penetrated the giant's chest, highlighting the fragility of flesh beneath the cold, hard armor. Why, after years of bloody battles on the battlefield, was he no match for an unknown youth? Was it a moment of underestimation? The giant's face changed drastically, and he froze on the ground, staring blankly as Shang Xiu easily landed back on his face. Xu Shu stole a glance at Zhang You, only to see him nodding repeatedly, clearly very satisfied with Shang Xiu's performance. His willingness to select Shang Xiu in such an unconventional way was due to Xu Shu's advice, his own keen eye for talent, and finally, of course, to Shang Xiu's feat of shaking Gaoyang with his shout. The surrounding soldiers exchanged knowing glances, all understanding that the contest was over. Zhang You smiled slightly and said, "From today onwards, Shang Xiu, you will remain in the tent."

Speaking crisply and decisively, Xu Shu chose this man to follow precisely because he recognized his brilliance and decisiveness.

Those who could enter the strategist's tent were at least lieutenants or deputy generals.

Was the position of lieutenant general so easily attainable? No, trouble was brewing.

"Young man, your skills are not bad. Come, let's have a fight first."

Before Shang Xiu could even see the leader's face clearly, a imposing figure had already pounced, his weapon aimed directly and without any fancy moves at his chest and ribs.

"Clang! Clang!"

The clang of metal rang out, silver flashes streaked across the air, and before anyone could see clearly, Shang Xiu was forced back seven steps by the opponent's spear, his handsome face flushed red from the excessive force.

What astonishing arm strength!

The newcomer had a rugged face, a long, swallowtail mustache, eyes like stars, and a voice like thunder. Most terrifying of all was his astonishing martial arts skill. Who was this master?

Shang Xiu knew Zhang You was watching him, and he couldn't afford to lose so easily. He brandished his spear, using the shaft's flexibility to create a dazzling display of skill as he charged forward.

He rarely used such finesse, but against such a powerful enemy, he had no choice.

The man laughed heartily, flicking his spear, which struck Shang Xiu's spear tip precisely. Using the momentum, he leaped back. The skill in his use of force and the precision of his aim impressed Shang Xiu.

"Boy, take this!"

Shang Xiu stopped his still-trembling spear. The cold glint of light approaching from the side was from a large sword. With a thrust and a parry, the spear deflected the broadsword. A surge of power from the waist, a flick of the spearhead, and a direct strike to the opponent's lower body.

The parry and thrust were executed in a single, fluid

motion, leaving no opening whatsoever. The swordsman cried out "Good!" and, without parrying, leaped up, his right foot kicking the spear shaft with tremendous force, the impact penetrating the shaft and causing Shang Xiu to drop his weapon. The swordsman swung his broadsword, swiftly slashing at Shang Xiu's shoulder.

While everyone, including Zhang You, thought Shang Xiu was finished, Xu Shu remained calm, knowing Shang Xiu's skill was far from simple.

A loud clang rang out, a flash of sword light, and then, in that frozen moment of clashing blades...

The man flew backward, retreating to the side of the spearman. He stroked his long beard, revealing a pair of bright eyes, and smiled faintly, saying, "The younger generation is formidable."

From drawing his sword to parrying, his speed was so high that probably no one in the army could match it.

Zhang You suddenly stood up and asked, "Lord Liu, have you defeated Cheng Yuanzhi and Deng Mao?"

The
one
who seemed to be the leader among the three smiled slightly, a respectful and peaceful smile that calmed the mind. He said casually, "With the strength of the masses, and the assistance of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, I was fortunate enough to defeat them."

A soldier behind him stepped forward and presented the heads of Cheng and Deng.

A cheer erupted from the army. The Han army had suffered a series of defeats recently, but this man had defeated nearly ten thousand enemy soldiers with only five hundred local militia. How could their confidence not be greatly boosted?

This man was none other than Liu Bei.

Shang Xiu was at a loss for words when Zhang You moved to the area where they had just sparred, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Lord Liu, I have someone to recommend to you. This young man's name is Shang Xiu, courtesy name Zhongyou. He is unparalleled in both military strategy and marksmanship. Lord Liu can employ him as his right-hand man."

With that, he handed Liu Bei a scroll of documents.

Xu Shu, who had been secretly observing Liu Bei, was startled by this. Did this mean that he and Shang Xiu could not cooperate in the army? But upon further reflection, it seemed Zhang You had given other instructions, hence handing over the newly acquired junior general Shang Xiu to Liu Bei.

Liu Bei was overjoyed upon hearing this, took the document, and, holding Shang Xiu's hand, personally introduced the two skilled warriors to him, saying, "These two are my sworn brothers, Guan Yu, courtesy name Yunchang; this is Zhang Fei, courtesy name Yide. Brother Shang, no need for formalities, just call me elder brother."

Zhang Fei laughed heartily, saying, "I was saying the Han army had no talent, but I didn't expect to run into you, lad, after only a month. Your pistol skills are quite good; let's find a chance to have another match."

Guan Yu, who had been watching him closely, said, "I heard that in the battle of Gaoyang against Chenru, a young man risked his life to assassinate Chenru, causing chaos among the Yellow Turban rebels, but was ultimately defeated by the city's army. Could it be...?" " The

one who killed Chenru was none other than Shang Xiu."

Shang Xiu felt a surge of affection for the three men, but his thoughts turned to his deceased father, and his eyes reddened.

Liu Bei sighed, "Heroes emerge from among the young. Your father, having such a son, must be smiling in his grave."

He sighed again, then opened the book in his hand and exclaimed in surprise, "Master, along with Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song, are fighting Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang at Yingchuan. I must rush to your aid."

This "master" referred to Lu Zhi, the General of the Han Dynasty.

A surge of passion welled up within Shang Xiu; the time to slay the thief had finally arrived.

He recalled Xu Shu's parting glance, clearly indicating he had something to discuss with him.

************

That night,

Shang Xiu and Xu Shu went to a tavern in the city for drinks. They had promised to reunite here after their parting in Gaoyang, but only now did they have the chance to talk properly.

Xu Shu sighed, "Is fate playing tricks on us? Zhongyou and I have just met again, and we must part again."

Shang Xiu smiled slightly, "Isn't this better? We can have a proper contest to see who is more capable, instead of just discussing strategy on paper like in class."

Xu Shu drank another cup and said, "I will accompany General Zhang to Daizhou; Zhongyou must be going to Yingchuan, right?" "

Shang Xiu exclaimed in surprise, "Indeed, you are well-informed."

Xu Shu chuckled, but this stirred up old memories, and he said, "If Sister Shang Xuan and Wan'er were still here, we could listen to them sing and play instruments, instead of the two men drinking alone in silence."

Shang Xiu thought of his beloved wife and sister, realizing he had never been away from them for so long, and sighed, "Since we have chosen the battlefield, we must naturally let go of many things."

Xu Shu drank another cup, and with a slight buzz from the alcohol, he smiled and said, "Zhong You, do you know that besides military books and swordsmanship, the things I love to read and listen to most in my life are all about Sister Shang Xuan?"

Shang Xiu was stunned; this was the first time he had heard Xu Shu express his feelings for Shang Xuan.

Xu Shu sighed deeply and said, "Back then, my father wanted to give her to me in marriage several times, but I politely declined. Zhong You, do you know why?" "

If Shang Xiu claims ignorance, he's lying."

Xu Shu spoke for him, revealing the answer: "Shang Xuan has long had a beloved, but... but why has she never told me?"

Seeing Shang Xiu remain silent, he continued, "Could it be that Zhong You knows who this person is?"

Shang Xiu replied calmly, "She never mentions these things to me."

Xu Shu shook his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his gaze cleared. He said, "Yes, if that's the case, I'll never mention it again." "

Come! Let's drink a cup to celebrate the impending destruction of the Yellow Turbans by our Great Han!"

The two men clinked their cups together, their hearts returning to peace.

Focus is the key to success.

Meanwhile

, Shang Xuan and Wan'er went to stay with their cousin Shang Lun. Shang Lun was overjoyed, and since he had no children of his own, he treated the two as his own daughters.

Like Shang Zhi, Shang Lun had once been a deputy to the city garrison and was quite wealthy. The two women lived their lives as before. The only thing that troubled them was Shang Lun's intention to find a husband for Shang Xuan.

However, the two women had other plans in mind and secretly kept inquiring about the matter.

For over a month, she had focused on teaching Wan'er horsemanship, swordsmanship, and archery. Ostensibly for leisure, her true intention was to find her brother.

Although Wan'er firmly believed in celestial phenomena and thought Shang Xiu would be safe, she couldn't bear the pain of unrequited love and devoted herself entirely to learning from Shang Xuan.

Meanwhile, a servant in the household, Yuan Yi, coveted the beauty of Shang Xuan and Wan'er. He would spy on them whenever they practiced swordsmanship or horseback riding, and, plotting to rob Shang Lun's family, he bribed some maids and servants, waiting for his opportunity.

One new moon night, in the dining hall of the mansion.

"Uncle! Want to play matchmaker again?" "

Shang Xuan gave a coquettish laugh, using her chopsticks to place a piece of chicken into Shang Lun's bowl, saying, "Who is it this time? Xuan'er has said that she will absolutely not marry anyone who isn't handsome, talented in both literature and martial arts, elegant, gentle, and considerate."

Shang Lun laughed, "You little rascal, you're so clever, but this time it's truly Cupid who has tied the knot for you. A new county magistrate has recently arrived, named Zhao Yun, courtesy name Zilong. He is not only handsome and dashing, but also possesses exceptional marksmanship. If Xuan'er knew that her uncle was getting old and there was no one to inherit the family business, Zhao Yun would be a perfect candidate." Upon

hearing "excellent marksmanship," both Shang Xuan and Wan'er immediately thought of Shang Xiu. Shang Xuan simply filled her mouth, offering no comment.

Shang Lun then said, "Yesterday, the county government sent a congratulatory letter. I'd like Xuan'er to go and return the favor tomorrow."

Shang Xuan frowned and asked, "Where did this congratulatory letter come from...? Oh!"

She suddenly stood up, grabbed Wan'er's hand, and exclaimed joyfully, "Could it be that my brother...?"

Wan'er stared wide-eyed at Shang Lun and asked, "Is it true?"

Shang Lun stroked his beard and smiled, "Xiu'er has rendered meritorious service in Qingzhou and has been awarded the rank of Cavalry Commandant. Our family finally has someone of high standing."

Shang Xuan's beautiful eyes lit up, but she didn't forget to please her uncle, saying, "Then Xuan'er will listen to Uncle and go to the county government tomorrow!" Shang

Lun was amused and comforted by her joyful expression, saying, "Look at how happy you are! You're almost seventeen, and all you think about is your brother. It's time for you to choose someone for yourself."

Shang Xuan rolled her eyes at him, then looked at Wan'er's tearful face and couldn't help but smile herself.

Yes, she was just too happy.

************

Yingchuan.

For a soldier, it's an endless cycle of killing.

For a general, it's an endless cycle of commanding his subordinates to kill.

Shang Xiu watched as his spear pierced and stabbed through the skulls and chests of his enemies, one after another.

His spear skills, guided by his two elder brothers—Guan Yu and Zhang Fei—were constantly improving, but that only meant he could kill a few more people!

The overwhelming stench of blood was maddening. If one could detach oneself from it and look at oneself on the battlefield, one would realize that man is nothing more than a beast; only, outside the battlefield, man is an even more hypocritical beast.

The fallen bodies, the groans of death, and the muttering of Zhang Jiao's wicked words all fueled Shang Xiu's hatred. It was this demon who had pushed hundreds of thousands of ignorant civilians onto the battlefield, towards death.

"Little brother."

Shang Xiu jolted awake, finding himself in the military camp.

Guan Yu sat outside the tent, wiping the blood from his Green Dragon Crescent Blade. A peaceful expression appeared on his imposing face as he calmly asked, "Are you in pain?" Shang

Xiu smiled bitterly, "Fortunately, what I want most now is to find the three Zhang brothers and assassinate them one by one."

Guan Yu shook his head and said, "Kill one Zhang Jiao, and another will appear. If killing one person could solve the problem, just kill the ruler of a country. What would be the point of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods?"

Shang Xiu knew he was most familiar with the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods. In fact, the Spring and Autumn period was also the most culturally prosperous period since the Xia, Shang, and Western Zhou dynasties.

He said, "To catch a thief, first catch the king. Kill the ringleader, and the rest will disperse. The chaos will naturally subside."

"Your idea is like Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the Qin Emperor. Just imagine, if Jing Ke, as an envoy, had killed the Qin Emperor, what would the result have been? Would the Yan state have been saved, as Prince Dan thought?" Shang Xiu was taken aback, then replied, "

Qin will mobilize its entire army to attack Yan, and will not stop until all the people of Yan are killed."

Thinking of this, he was struck by a sudden realization.

Yes, the Yellow Turban followers now worship Zhang Jiao as a god, just as the Qin people believed Ying Zheng to be a great ruler "inheriting the virtue of water." Killing Zhang Jiao would only cause the remaining Yellow Turban followers to go mad and rebel everywhere, a far more terrifying event than a real rebellion.

Guan Yu, knowing he understood, smiled slightly and said, "Remember your place. You are a soldier, and they are bandits. Your feelings will naturally dissipate."

Shang Xiu said, "But they are merely bewitched..." Guan

Yu said, "There are two kinds of thieves: those who rebel for ambition and those who rebel for survival. Observe them carefully, and you will know which enemies can be let go and which must be killed." Shang Xiu

sincerely said,

"I have learned something." Guan Yu looked at him for a while, then laughed loudly, " A promising young man ." ********** ... "...Lord Zhao is back!" Shang Xuan was about to get up and leave when a commotion erupted outside. She was in the outer courtyard of the county government building. Turning around, she saw a tall, imposing man, eight feet tall, carrying a long spear upside down, dragging behind him a man even taller than himself, followed by a young girl and several commoners. The dragged man's face was covered in blood, a gruesome sight, clearly having been severely punished. This... this is Zhao Yun? Zhao Yun then threw the man to the ground and shouted, "Registrar!" One of the men who had been talking to Shang Xuan moved aside and hurriedly began grinding ink. Zhao Yun continued, "Miss, was this the man who harassed you and injured your father yesterday?" Shang Xuan, caught up in the atmosphere, stood aside, observing the situation. Hmm, why did this scene seem so familiar? The young woman glanced at the burly man and slowly nodded. Zhao Yun coldly looked at the civilians behind him and said, "You lot, did you see it yesterday too?" "Yes!" " That's right! It was Wang Kang!" the burly man shouted, "Zhao Yun, don't be so smug! My father is a high-ranking official in the capital. When he returns, the first person I'll kill is you, and then that brat, heh..." "Of course I won't let you die so easily..." Zhao Yun kicked Wang Kang, sending him sprawling. He then addressed the registrar, "This man has harassed a woman, robbed a man, and assaulted someone. What should his sentence be?" The registrar scratched his head and said, "Three years' imprisonment." Zhao Yun said, "Take him away!" " Zhao Yun! You've got guts! You'll remember this!" Wang Kang shouted hatefully as he was led inside by several soldiers. Shang Xuan was stunned. Hadn't her brother been a county magistrate in Gaoyang? Why did this man resemble her brother so much? The young girl, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, knelt before Zhao Yun, sobbing, "Lord Zhao, please uphold justice for me, this humble woman..."

Zhao Yun helped her up and said, "No need to thank me. Go home and take good care of your father."

After the girl thanked him repeatedly and left, Zhao Yun turned around and was surprised to see a beautiful woman standing prettily to the side of the hall, staring intently at him. The registrar, seeing this, quickly moved over, pulled Zhao Yun over, and said with a smile, "The county magistrate hasn't met Miss Shang yet, has he? She is the niece of the previous Lord Shang."

Zhao Yun saw Shang Xuan's lips twitch slightly, as if she was somewhat uncomfortable, and then realized that his gaze had been too impolite. He quickly bowed and said, "Zhao Zilong greets Miss Shang."

Shang Xuan smiled sweetly, and as the onlookers stared in disbelief, she said softly, "If all officials in the world were like General Zhao, wouldn't the world be at peace?" Zhao Yun shrugged and said, "

Miss, you flatter me. I'm just a particularly stubborn person, and I can't stand the strong bullying the weak."

Shang Xuan's eyes lit up, and she said, "I've heard that Lord Zhao is not only skilled in horsemanship but also in spear fighting. I also know a little about swordsmanship. I wonder if you could spare some time to come to my home for a friendly spar?"

Having been invited by a beauty, Zhao Yun ignored the envious glances of others and readily agreed.

'Zhao Zilong sounds like a nice name, but he's just a fool,'

Shang Xuan thought to herself with a smile. She had been worried about not having a master to instruct her and Wan'er in martial arts, but unexpectedly, she found one without any effort.

However, looking at Zhao Yun, she felt a strange sense of kinship.

**********

...

Shang Xiu, having once rescued a high-ranking official's relative in the city and possessing outstanding military achievements, rose through the ranks to become a lieutenant general and joined Zhu Jun's forces to suppress the rebels. In contrast, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei remained unpunished .

The more people's official positions fail to reflect their abilities, the more precarious the dynasty becomes.

Liu Bei, however, seemed unconcerned, unusually advising Shang Xiu to seize the opportunity and consolidate his position. In Shang Xiu's heart, he already implicitly regarded the three as elder brothers.

At this moment, Zhu Jun summoned him.

Lu Zhi, holding his fortified position, sent them to assist Zhu Jun.

Shang Xiu returned to the camp, where Zhu Jun was in his tent, devising a plan to attack Zhang Liang. Upon seeing Shang Xiu enter, he cheerfully asked, "Lieutenant General Shang, what brilliant plan do you have?" Shang

Xiu scanned the people in the tent, including Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, all of whom were clearly helpless.

Although Zhang Liang's army numbered only 20,000, they had received supplies from the city and could move freely, employing guerrilla tactics, including ambushes and fire attacks, leaving the Han army, despite their numerical advantage, helpless.

On the other side, Lu Zhi and Huangfu Song were also struggling against the fierce attacks of Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao. Most terrifying of all was the sorcery of Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao, which could easily cripple the morale of the Han army.

The tactic was obvious: Zhang Liang's small force was used to tie down Zhu Jun, allowing Zhang Jiao and his men to break through the Han army's elite forces in one fell swoop, thus enabling a swift entry into Guanzhong.

Lu Zhi had foreseen this, but he adopted a strategy of fortification and scorched earth.

If Xuan'er were here, she would surely have some strange ideas to deal with it, but...

Thinking of this, a brilliant idea struck him. That's right

, since he and Xuan'er could use the feigned surrender, feigned death, and empty city tactics against Chen Ru, they could naturally use the same trick against Zhang Liang.

****************************** Why are they so similar? Shang Xuan shouted, and launched an attack with her specially made longsword designed for a woman's arm strength, targeting Zhao Yun, who was standing upright with his spear hanging down. This beauty disliked heavy makeup and the vulgarity of gold and silver adornments, preferring a simple and pure appearance. Most remarkably, her excellent constitution prevented her fair skin from appearing pale; instead, it possessed a subtle rosy glow. At this moment, she swayed her hips, each movement of her swordplay exquisitely beautiful. The blush on her jade-like face was incomparably delicate and alluring, perfectly complementing the chilling aura emanating from her longsword—her beauty was breathtaking. Zhao Yun, with a smile on his handsome face, appeared completely at ease, easily parrying the beauty's sword with a flick and a deflection of his spear. Righteousness, refined manners, and mastery of both literature and martial arts—all these were Shang Xiu's qualities. Why were the two so similar? "Miss, be careful." Shang Xuan's attack was too forceful, causing her to lose her balance. Zhao Yun quickly dropped his spear, dodged forward, and supported her by the shoulder. Unexpectedly, a stone lay beneath his feet, causing him to lose his balance slightly, and Shang Xuan's delicate body fell into his arms. Zhao Yun was twenty-five years old this year. His career had been full of setbacks, and he had also encountered unfortunate people. He had finally managed to obtain the position of county magistrate despite his martial arts skills. At this moment, he was at a low point in his career. But then, he met Shang Xuan. With a warm jade in his arms and a beautiful face right in front of him, the fragrance emanating from her pink body after the fierce fight made this vigorous young man momentarily stunned, staring blankly at the jade-like woman in his arms. His indignation at being powerless to act despite his lofty ideals only amplified the allure of the beautiful woman in his arms. Why struggle to survive in this chaotic world? Why not take her away, let them weave and till the land, and leave the world to those ambitious men? Shang Xuan, held in his arms, experienced a different kind of feeling. At the moment their bodies touched, memories flooded her mind—from learning swordsmanship from Shang Xiu to discovering her own strange emotions. Being held by Zhao Yun, she felt a sense of security and warmth, like being in her brother's arms. Yet, she couldn't find that subtle connection between them, that tacit understanding built since childhood. In Zhao Yun's eyes, she couldn't see the resonance that only Shang Xiu could offer her. The silver chain on her jade wrist slid down to her upper arm, producing a crisp, tinkling sound, followed by the sound of footsteps. Both were startled and quickly separated. Zhao Yun said awkwardly, "I was so anxious to save someone that I offended you, Miss. Please forgive me." Shang Xuan picked up the spear, holding Zhao Yun in one hand and placing it in his other, saying softly, "Weapons are the lifeblood of soldiers; how can you so easily discard them?" Zhao Yun was speechless, stunned. He knew perfectly well the implication in those words. Shang Xuan smiled slightly at him, sheathing her sword, her smile seemingly containing countless hidden meanings. Wan'er, who had just finished using the restroom, returned to the garden where she practiced her sword. Zhao Yun, holding his spear upside down, bid farewell to the two. A maid came out from the backyard and said, "Miss, the snacks are ready." " It's time to eat." Shang Xuan took Wan'er's hand, and the two sat side by side under a pavilion, leisurely savoring the exquisite snacks. Since coming to live in Shang Lun's residence, the two women's lives had become more abundant than before, but their determination to leave had not diminished. The only problem was Shang Lun; this uncle was getting old, could they bear to abandon him like this? Wan'er said, "Sister Xuan, just now before I entered the garden, I had a feeling of unease, as if something ominous was about to happen... Hmm... This..." "..." Shang Xuan saw her collapse on the table and knew something was wrong, then suddenly felt dizzy. Was this a sleeping potion? It's hard to guard against a traitor within the family. ************ If a traitor within the family is hard to guard against, what about a traitor to the state? Chenliu, Zhu Jun's camp. "A mission from the imperial court has arrived!"

The official Zuo Feng was arrogant, treating the generals as if they were nothing. He coldly looked at Zhu Jun and said, "General Zhu, what explanation do you have for the loss of Yingyang?"

Zhu Jun calmly replied, "The bandits used a surprise attack tactic, and there were also inside agents in the city. The defending general had no power to fight back."

Zuo Feng coldly said, "This is the general's fault for failing to suppress the bandits!"

The generals' expressions changed slightly, and they wanted to shout at him, but Zhu Jun raised his hand to stop them, saying, "Zhu Jun believes he has done his best. If the court wants to punish me, this general has nothing to say." Zuo Feng chuckled, his face beaming, "

That's not necessarily true. I recently heard that your army has recently captured a treasure trove of Yellow Turbans. If any treasures are presented, His Majesty will be greatly pleased, and your crime will be forgiven."

Zhu Jun sneered, "So it's the Ten Attendants trying to extort bribes. Tell them that the Han army will only use the spoils from suppressing bandits, and will never offer them to eunuchs!"

Zuo Feng was furious and stormed off. Two days later, the court sent men to interrogate Zhu Jun, bringing him back to Luoyang for punishment, but instead appointed a civil official to command the army.

Upon receiving this news, Zhang Liang immediately gathered his men and launched a night raid on the Han camp.

It was a dimly lit moonlit night.

Zhang Liang divided his main force into two armies, the vanguard being cavalry and the rearguard being light infantry. Upon reaching the camp, they saw that the lights within were dim and the defenses lax, indicating that the Han army's commander had been captured and was about to retreat, leading to low morale and negligence.

"Kill!"

Zhang Liang shouted, and countless cavalrymen surged out of the woods, charging straight into the Han army camp.

The Han army only realized the Yellow Turban soldiers had reached the front of the camp before they could even close the gates; the Yellow Turban cavalry had already poured in, their battle cries deafening.

Zhang Liang led the charge into the enemy camp, but upon entering, he knew something was wrong—it was an empty camp.

The gates of the stockade closed just then, and countless rockets rained down on the stockade, igniting numerous fires and disrupting Zhang Liang's two armies, preventing them from helping each other.

The Yellow Turban army's morale was in turmoil. Shouts erupted from behind the stockade as Han troops surged in from all directions.

"Retreat here, or you will die! Kill them!"

Zhang Liang roared, charging into the enemy ranks. His force was the Yellow Turban elite, and Zhang Liang himself was renowned for his exceptional martial skills. Hearing this, the rest of the army quickly maintained their formation and fought back.

Tens of thousands clashed inside and outside the stockade, their shouts shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Zhang Liang!"

Suddenly, a young Han general appeared, spear in hand, charging straight at Zhang Liang.

"Shang Xiu!" Zhang

Liang sneered, brandishing his halberd to meet the attack head-on.

In the instant the halberd and spear clashed, Zhang Liang saw only a flash of silver—Shang Xiu's sword. From drawing the sword, thrusting it, to swinging it, it all happened in that single instant.

Though only a fleeting moment, it encapsulated the essence of Shang Xiu's swordsmanship.

In his dying moments, Zhang Liang understood why this man had defeated Chen Ru in one fell swoop, and why he had become a renowned young general in just half a year.

Shang Xiu roared, his longsword slicing Zhang Liang across the shoulder, severing his head and shoulder in one fell swoop; then he used his spear to lift Zhang Liang's head, shouting: "Zhang Liang is dead! Those who surrender will be spared!"

First Chen Ru, then Zhang Liang.

The strategy was the same: capture the leader first.

The sound reverberated across the entire battlefield. Intimidated by his power, the Yellow Turban soldiers dismounted and surrendered .

**********

... Yuan Yi and his men had gone to great lengths, even distributing Shang Lun's entire fortune among the servants and maids, all to acquire these two beauties. Wan'er's scream shattered the tranquility: "You...no...let go!" " Her breasts are a bit small, but they're very elastic, far better than those whores in the city." Shang Xuan turned his face and saw two men, one in front of Wan'er and one behind her. One, like a hungry wolf with its prey, was roughly kissing and biting Wan'er's delicate white neck; the other was shamelessly reaching into Wan'er's clothes, kneading her small breasts. One of them, while wantonly fondling Wan'er's body and squeezing her breasts, sneered, "Don't worry, let me do it. That kid named Shang Xiu is going to die on the battlefield, so he'll just have to remarry me, his good husband. Damn, what smooth breasts." Wan'er's face, which was originally filled with shame and anger, turned into a rage. She said, "You dog thief, don't talk nonsense... Oh..." She wanted to curse again, but another man's hand had already entered her jade gate, teasing her most sensitive bud. A sharp pain and stimulation made her momentarily dazed, unable to speak clearly. Seeing her expression change from anger to helplessness and humiliation, the man added insult to injury, saying, "What a slut, you can't even curse after a finger pokes your cunt?" "Is your little hole itchy? Keep cursing, and I'll poke you half to death!" His hands intensified their movements. "Oh? You're wet? Ha, such a wanton girl, without a husband, how many men have you been with? If Shang Xiu knew in the afterlife that his little wife had been with so many men, even in the netherworld, that green hat would still be shining brightly. I wonder if he'd regret marrying you." " Brother Xiu... He... Hmm... No... You... So despicable... Hmm... You... You... You thief... Oh... Ah... It hurts..." Wan'er was agitated by the vicious words, her limbs and waist thrashing and struggling, but his hands were tearing at her lower body, leaving her unable to utter a fierce counterattack. She could only tremble helplessly and groan in pain under their rough movements. " That waist-twisting is beautiful. So soon you're already writhing in heat, wanting a man, huh?" Shang Xuan was furious, scolding, "You heartless bastard..." Yuan Yi turned her face towards him, coldly sneering, "Little bitch, you'd better behave, or I'll hold back when I deflower you, or you might be in pain for ten days or more." Shang Xuan trembled slightly. How did he know she was still a virgin? Seeing her expression, Yuan Yi laughed even more shamelessly, parting her hem and lewdly saying, "What's so difficult about knowing? I'll tell you." He then ran his hand up her leg, smacking his lips, "Such smooth skin! Even more slippery than an egg." Shang Xuan's face flushed crimson with anger and shame as she watched that rough hand caress her thigh, finally reaching her two rosy labia. Yuan Yi parted her vulva with his fingertips. Shang Xuan struggled desperately, but to no avail. He continued to humiliate her, saying, "This vulva is full and white, the hair is fine and neat. What a girl, even her cunt knows how to be so protective." Shang Xuan, suppressing her embarrassment, closed her eyes, intending to ignore him. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower body, causing her to cry out in pain. It was Yuan Yi poking her delicate hymen with his fingertip. " Girl, listen to your old man!" Yuan Yi scolded, while fondling her beautiful breasts, sighing, "Such beautiful breasts, damn it, it wasn't for nothing that I went to so much trouble to bring you here. How can I not have some fun with you?" Shang Xuan felt an itch on her chest as he fondled her breasts with both hands and mouth. She desperately tried to calm herself down. What should she do? What should she do? Her brother couldn't possibly show up this time... She could only rely on herself... Suddenly, voices and the sound of water being splashed could be heard outside.

The three women's expressions changed, and they were about to go to the door to check when flames suddenly erupted. Shang Xuan looked closely and knew what was happening; those people outside were definitely killing someone to cover their tracks.

Flames shot into the sky; the room was full of firewood, which would ignite at any moment, and in an instant, the room was engulfed in flames, with nowhere to hide. The three women looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Shang Xuan let out a cold laugh, and Yuan Yi, furious, was about to move over and slap her when a burning pillar fell down, landing right on the assailant. He screamed repeatedly and was instantly engulfed by the flames.

The other two screamed and tried desperately to rush out, but were swept away by the flames.

Shang Xuan glanced at Wan'er. Although they had escaped their fate of being tainted, they were now trapped in a deadly situation. He couldn't help but say sadly, "Wan'er, it seems we... can only be together again in the next life..."

The surrounding area was engulfed in scorching flames; even a celestial being couldn't save them.

Wan'er shook her head desperately and whispered, "It's not time yet!"

Just as Shang Xuan was stunned, everything went black. He had been overcome by the smoke and fire and lost consciousness.

Life is like a dream; is death the same...?

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"Xuan'er, Wan'er!"

Shang Xiu trembled violently, struggling to his feet on the bed, his body covered in cold sweat.

What a terrifying dream! He saw two women engulfed in flames, powerless to help, watching them slowly disappear into the fire...

Had something happened to them?

Filled with worry and self-reproach for not staying by their side, he stepped out of the tent. Soldiers he encountered along the way showed him utmost respect.

Yes, he had just defeated Zhang Liang, even personally beheading him, greatly boosting morale and earning him the rank of general. But these empty titles meant nothing to him; what mattered was that one of the culprits had been eliminated, and he had avenged one-third of his grievances.

This battalion of nearly five thousand men was entirely under his command, young and elite troops assigned to him by Zhu Jun.

Next was Zhang Bao, then Zhang Jiao. Wan'er ,

Xuan'er, I'll be back soon, very soon .

********** ... The man was Zhao Yun. He had risked his life to save the two women. Thanks to Shang Lun's past outstanding achievements and popularity, the people rushed to help extinguish the fire at the Shang residence, barely managing to put it out. Zhao Yun stroked her cloud-like hair and said softly, "Miss Shang, it's alright now." Hearing the voice, Shang Xuan recognized Zhao Yun and became more alert, sitting up straight and asking, "Where's Wan'er? Where's Uncle?" Only then did she realize her clothes were tattered, with a cloak draped over them. Zhao Yun said, "Miss Wan'er has woken up, but Lord Shang..." Shang Xuan turned around and saw Shang Lun being led to the gate of the mansion, with Wan'er kneeling beside him, sobbing. She rushed over. Shang Lun had countless burns, large and small, and was beyond saving. " Uncle!" Shang Lun heard her voice, struggled to open his eyes, and sighed, "I'm fifty this year... I've fulfilled my destiny, but it's a pity I won't see Xuan'er get married... Ugh..." The hand that was stroking Shang Xuan's cheek went limp, and he passed away. Shang Xuan and Wan'er lay on his body, thinking of how kind this elder had treated them, and they both wept bitterly. The civilians who had helped put out the fire were also moved to tears by their plight. She wept for not being able to fulfill his last wish, for this era failing to provide a good ending for all good people. The next day, outside the city, Shang Lun's new grave was erected. Xuan'er and Wan'er, dressed in mourning clothes and white armbands, held a funeral for Shang Lun as his daughters. Although Shang Xuan was saddened, her determination to go out and find her brother was even stronger. The fact that a kind elder like Shang Lun was killed by a despicable villain like Yuan Yi was a tragedy that saddened all who heard of it. The arsonists were quickly apprehended by Zhao Yun; murderers pay with their lives, isn't that fair? ************************** Yes, murderers must pay with their lives; but this is a battlefield. Who here doesn't have hands stained with blood? Yet here, killing is considered meritorious. The battlefield is a place where right and wrong are distorted... Or is this distortion the true face of humanity? With the assistance and guidance of Zhu Jun, Liu Bei, and others, he was growing rapidly almost every day, so fast that even he felt both delighted and terrified. Delighted because his progress would allow him to achieve his goal sooner and return to his true aspirations; terrified because the higher he climbed, the more lives he held in his hands. "I have informed General Lu of our army's arrival. He said Zhang Bao's formation is positioned along the mountainside, and if we want to launch a surprise attack, we can only use fire." Shang Xiu looked at the troop deployment map provided by Lu Zhi, with the two armies facing each other across the Ying River, and said: "Shen Xian, Liang Bai." At this time, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei were with Zhu Jun transporting grain to aid the people and were not present. Two captains moved out; they were older than Shang Xiu, yet they treated him with utmost respect. This was a case of "recognizing heroes and valuing heroes." "Here!" Shang Xiu pointed to the granary in the center of the camp on the map and said, "This time I will personally set it on fire." He moved his hand to the dense forest north of the camp and said, "Deploy archers outside the dense forest city and watch for my signal to light the fire. Once the camp falls, Zhang Bao will surely escape through the dense forest. You can set up many traps around the perimeter, along with arrow formations, and we will surely achieve great success." He then said to the messenger sent by Lu Zhi, "Please prepare a counterattack, Lord Lu Zhi. When you see the enemy camp on fire across the river, it means our army has successfully burned the camp." Seeing the messenger's puzzled expression, Shen Xian said, " Zhang Bao only knows that our army has just defeated Zhang Liang and is currently repairing the city walls in Yingyang, but he is unaware of our surprise attack. However, you must remind Lord Lu to be wary of enemy spies within the army." After the messenger left, Shen Xian couldn't help but say, "General Shang personally set fire to the enemy's supplies. With your courage, you will surely succeed. But how do you plan to escape? I'm afraid that before Lord Lu's army arrives, you will already be..." Shang Xiu smiled and said, "I have my own plan. There's no need to say more; just follow the plan." How can a general command respect if he doesn't lead from the front? Zhang Jiao's defeat of Huangfu Song is imminent; without a swift victory, the disaster may worsen. This move, isn't it, a desperate gamble for survival? ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊"Where does Miss Shang intend to go?" Shang Xuan and Wan'er exchanged a glance, reining in their horses. A figure followed closely behind—it was Zhao Yun. Wan'er answered without hesitation, "To Yingchuan to find someone." The news of Zhu Jun and Shang Xiu leading the Han army to a great victory over Zhang Liang's guerrilla forces at Yingyang was known throughout the land; how could Zhao Yun not know? He frowned and said, "There's chaos and turmoil there now, and General Shang still has military duties to perform. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Shang Xuan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Isn't Lord Zhao also neglecting his duties and coming out to chase after us?"

Zhao Yun brandished his spear and laughed, "Didn't Miss Shang teach me not to forget my lofty ambitions?"

Shang Xuan shrugged and said, "What does that have to do with me?"

Zhao Yun chuckled and said, "When I was teaching you martial arts, I already knew Miss Shang had ulterior motives. I never expected you would want to find your brother.

"

Shang Xuan said softly, "Lord Zhao is willing to teach me spear techniques, and I will remember it from the bottom of my heart. However, I have urgent business to attend to with my brother now, so please don't stop me."

Wan'er watched the two of them talking and suddenly couldn't help but laugh and said, "Can't Sister Xuan see Lord Zhao's intentions?"

Zhao Yun gave Shang Xuan a deep look, shook his head and sighed, "What merit do I, Zhao Yun, have to know that Miss has someone she loves?" Shang

Xuan glanced at Zhao Yun and said softly, "Lord Zhao once saved my life in Nanpi. I

should have repaid him with my body, but..." Zhao Yun suddenly laughed loudly, but his laughter was rather desolate. He said, "I've been unlucky all my life. If I had met you earlier than that man... well, I just don't have that kind of fortune. I accept it."

Shang Xuan lowered her pretty face and remained silent. What could she say? She began to play with the silver bell-encrusted chain around her neck, which jingled softly.

Wan'er looked at the chain. Hmm? Why does this chain look so familiar...?

Zhao Yun glanced at the chain, then turned his head away and slowly said, "The road ahead is dangerous. How about I, Zhao Yun, act as Miss Shang's bodyguard one more time?" Without waiting for her reply, he led the way, spurring his horse forward at breakneck speed.

Shang Xuan glanced at Wan'er, only to see her face deathly pale, staring at him in disbelief.

************

Yingchuan.

The wind was just right.

Shang Xiu carried a large bow and quiver of quivers, a long sword at his waist, and a spear in his hand. Most notably, several extremely long ropes were wrapped around his waist. He walked on foot, using the stars to determine his direction. At this moment, he thought of his beloved wife, Wan'er.

She had taught him stargazing, but he only memorized the constellations used for navigation. When other star clusters were mentioned, his attention was focused on Wan'er's petite and delicate figure. Besides stargazing, he also observed the weather.

This cliff was extremely steep; Shang Xiu chose this spot because he was certain Zhang Bao wouldn't believe he could use fire to burn down his camp from here.

"Hmph..."

Shang Xiu slipped and fell down the hillside.

Countless trees and thickets flashed past his eyes until he reached a mountain shoulder and stood still. Looking down, he saw bright lights below—Zhang Bao's main camp.

Looking up, he saw that the cliff was tens of feet high, making it impossible to retreat the way he had come.

He drew his longbow, and each of the three fire arrows was tied with a rope soaked in oil.

A commotion erupted in the camp, clearly indicating that his presence had been discovered.

Too late.

If Heaven truly was dead, I would tell them: Man can conquer nature!

The bowstring twanged, and three rockets flew towards the three main camps where provisions were stored. The rockets struck the wooden and cloth tents, instantly igniting them. The fire spread along the rope, quickly engulfing the other camps.

Chaos ensued, just as well.

The wind fanned the flames, and the fire would help him complete his mission.

Shang Xiu leaped down, actually facing the enemy charging towards him.

Good, I'll fight to the death!

Countless enemies surged up from below, but fortunately, the mountain path was narrow, preventing a complete encirclement.

Shang Xiu brandished his spear, unleashing a fierce attack, and plunged deep into the enemy ranks.

He knew the enemy would never use a sneak attack, because that would only hit their own people.

According to his calculations, he shouldn't fall before Lu Zhi's troops arrived.

Unless... it was fate.

************

What is beyond human calculation is called destiny.

The more variables you control, the more destiny you control.

Otherwise, you'll only be led by fate.

On the same night,

Shang Xuan and his group arrived in the Qiao County area, within the Yellow Turban rebels' territory. All three were extra cautious to avoid being discovered.

Zhao Yun stood outside a dilapidated house, turning around to look. He saw two women lying peacefully on a stone bed, fast asleep. Since Wan'er was another man's wife, he couldn't look directly at her, but Shang Xuan's beauty, so exquisite it seemed to shame the flowers and eclipse the moon, captivated him completely.

A sound came from the nearby grove.

He recognized the unusual noise and quickly called out, "Miss Shang, Miss Wan, wake up quickly!"

Shang Xuan and Wan'er had just woken up; they were surrounded by flames!

Zhao Yun inwardly regretted his distraction; if he hadn't been so distracted, they wouldn't be trapped and unaware of their encirclement. He smiled bitterly, "A moment of carelessness." Shang Xuan glanced at him and shook her head.

They had clearly followed them closely, but why?

"I've been following you closely since Nanpi, but I didn't expect to find an opportunity to strike only here. This Lord Zhao is no ordinary man."

Judging from the footsteps and their distribution, there were about a hundred people. The leader was an old man with flowing white hair and a sword, whose eyes fell on Shang Xuan. He said, "I want to capture him alive."

Zhao Yun assumed a fighting stance with his spear and sneered, "Old man! Do you think a mere hundred people can do anything to me?"

He then whispered to Shang Xuan and Wan'er, "I'll draw them away, and you two can escape."

The old man chuckled and said, "You can't escape."

Shang Xuan stared at Zhao Yun and sighed softly, "I... I owe you one more time."

Zhao Yun laughed heartily, "That's just my most optimistic view. Maybe we'll all perish together this time, and Miss Shang won't be able to stay in the underworld with me either." Shang

Xuan rolled her beautiful eyes and glared at him, seemingly annoyed that he was still talking nonsense at this time; just then, the enemy shouted and simultaneously drew their weapons, attacking them.

"Go!"

Zhao Yun thrust his spear forward, creating gusts of wind, and charged into the enemy without regard for his own safety.

**********************************

Shang Xiu, are you tired?

No!

Only a hundred or so people, they can't do anything to me.

Shang Xiu's spear was already broken, and the sword at his waist danced like lightning in the night sky, and in the blink of an eye, he had already killed many more people.

He was wounded in seven or eight places, covered in blood, and looked extremely terrifying. What was most chilling was the murderous intent in his eyes.

A general shouted, "He's at his last gasp, don't be afraid of him. Charge!"

Suddenly, Fang Fa shouted, "They're here! Lu Zhi's troops are here!"

Shang Xiu seemed not to hear, his hands were numb from exhaustion, but as soon as he raised his hand, more enemies fell before him.

The slightest distraction was enough to cost him his life.

The Han army quickly built a pontoon bridge and crossed the river to attack. A deafening roar could be heard from the other side of the camp gate.

The Yellow Turban rebels had to divide their troops to fight the fire because their supplies had been burned, causing their morale to plummet. Coupled with the fact that the Han army was prepared, they easily broke through the fences and barricades and stormed into the camp.

The outcome was decided. The only question was whether Shang Xiu would survive.

"Hmph..."

Shang Xiu was struck in the waist and chest simultaneously by swords, staggered back several steps, blood and his last ounce of strength draining away at the same time.

Facing him came a barrage of spears.

It's over...

"Zhongyou has performed such a great feat, setting an example for our Han army. I, Xu, have come to his rescue." (Shang Xiu, courtesy name Zhongyou)

A familiar voice rang out, and a man leaped down, his long sword flashing, sweeping away the spearmen.

"Ha, Yuanzhi, you brat."

Shang Xiu braced himself with his sword, waiting for his strength to recover, watching Xu Shu kill the enemy before him, a mix of emotions welling up inside him. ( Xu Shu,

courtesy name Yuanzhi)

The Yellow Turban rebels had already suffered a crushing defeat, losing more than half of their forces. The remainder retreated to the dense forest behind the camp.

What awaited them was a hail of arrows and treacherous pits.

********** ... Wan'er , pulling Shang Xuan's hand as he stared at the dilapidated house, strode away, quickly leaving the area. Now, their only hope was that Zhao Yun could escape their clutches, and only then could they meet again. Suddenly, a strange laugh came from behind. Shang Xuan turned around, but saw no one. Just as she was about to leave again, the old man she had just seen stood before them. He wore a strange smile, a Taoist robe, and behaved abnormally. He smiled at them and said, "Where are you going, young ladies?" Shang Xuan snapped, her long sword aimed directly at the old man, and shouted, "Wan'er, run!" Her expression instantly turned serious, possessing an imposing authority that Wan'er could not ignore. Wan'er froze for a moment, then abruptly turned and ran away. "It's nothing. My only target is Miss Shang." The old man wielded his peach wood sword with unparalleled skill, easily deflecting Shang Xuan's ever-changing sword techniques. When she was exhausted, he easily knocked the sword from her hand, knocked her unconscious, and captured her alive. Shang Xiu and Zhao Yun were both powerless at this moment. " Brother... Save me..." Chapter Four: The Heaven-Seizing Technique, the Heaven-Defying Man Yingchuan. Two days after defeating Zhang Bao. In this battle, Lu Zhi and Shang Xiu achieved a great victory, beheading 20,000. The rest either died from stray arrows or surrendered. Lu Zhi gave the victorious Han army some encouraging words, then accepted a summons to lead half the army back to the capital, while the other half, led by Shang Xiu, went to Xiangcheng to assist Huangfu Song. Xu Shu was talking in Shang Xiu's tent, saying, "I followed General Zhang in his campaigns in You and Dai provinces. After achieving victory, General Zhang passed away due to illness, so I went to serve Lord Lu. This time, I'm leading the vanguard again. Alas, I never imagined you'd become such a sought-after general in just a few months." Shang Xiu moved his gradually healing arm and said, "I guess I was just lucky. Or perhaps it was just the right time when the court needed capable people." Xu Shu laughed loudly, "Yes, that's what they mean by 'times create heroes.'" "General, there's a woman outside requesting an audience." Shang Xiu and Xu Shu exchanged a glance, stepped out of the tent, and were both stunned for a long time. It was Wan'er, with her long hair disheveled, her clothes dirty and in disarray. The moment Wan'er's eyes met Shang Xiu's, they lit up, revealing glistening tears. She rushed over, crying, "Brother Xiu!" Before Shang Xiu could react, his beloved wife had already embraced him, sobbing, "Sister Xuan, she's been captured by the Yellow Turban rebels!" She then recounted everything about the two of them and Zhao Yun. Shang Xiu was shocked. "Who could have captured Xuan'er?" Xu Shu asked Wan'er about the man's characteristics, then pondered, "It must be that old man named Wang Xuan. Legend has it that he is the one who taught Zhang Jiao's sorcery, and he is well-versed in the strange books passed down by immortals, possessing knowledge of many evil spells and sorcery. I heard his name when I was in Dai County." Wan'er 's expression shifted upon hearing the name "Wang Xuan." Shang Xiu seemed oblivious, saying calmly, "There's no time to lose, let's set off immediately." He first told Wan'er to hide, then summoned Shen Xian and Liang Bai, ordering the entire army to break camp and head towards Xiangcheng, where General Huangfu Song was stationed. Xu Shu said, "Leave the relocation to me, you all have a good get-together first." Lifting the tent flap, Xu Shu found his hands trembling with excitement. No, he had to remain calm. Shang Xiu nodded, looking at his young wife's disheveled and pitiful state, first had someone fetch a basin of water, then personally helped her remove her clothes, shoes, and socks, leaving her standing naked in the tent, where he used a damp cloth to wipe her body. Wan'er's delicate pink body trembled slightly upon touching the cloth. Shang Xiu, having just wiped his wife's beautiful face, asked in surprise, "Are you cold?" Wan'er, naked, reddened her eyes and clung tightly to him, saying, "Brother Xiu becoming a general... Wan'er... is just too happy. But, Sister Xuan..." Shang Xiu's hand brushed against Wan'er's shoulder, calmly saying, "I will definitely find her." Wan'er softly asked, "Brother Xiu, do you know about that matter?" Shang Xiu stopped abruptly, asking, "What matter?" Wan'er murmured, "Can those born of the same root become intertwined branches? Can those born in the same nest become pairs of lovebirds?" Shang Xiu grabbed her shoulders, his voice trembling, "Wan'er knows?" Wan'er shook her head, "Let's talk about everything after we find Sister Xuan, okay?" Shang Xiu nodded, his voice soft, "I haven't finished applying the ointment for Wan'er yet!" Wan'er kissed her husband's lips, "Would Wan'er like to serve you tonight?" From her eyes, one could tell she had suffered greatly recently and desperately needed his love and comfort, but as a general... Shang Xiu said softly, "Tonight I will meet the generals in the military tent. Wan'er can stay in the tent and rest well." Wan'er pressed her face against his chest, whispering, "And now?" Now... "Wan'er... can remain silent..." The words had barely left her lips when Shang Xiu picked her up and placed her on the bed. Under her husband's loving caresses and teasing, Wan'er's body burned with desire. She could only bite her clothes, trying to suppress her cries. Finally, under Shang Xiu's repeated, rough advances, she trembled violently. That long-lost madness, that deeply hidden longing, all erupted at once. But why, amidst this burst of passion, was there a strong sense of incompleteness? "Wan'er... wants to go to the battlefield with Brother Xiu... um... to save Sister Xuan... oh..." Watching Wan'er's exquisite curves writhe and change in his arms, her cherry-red lips unable to suppress the soft moans and gasps, such a beautiful sight raised another question in Shang Xiu's mind. What was the purpose of his life? He remained on this battlefield he loathed, serving as a killing machine for a corrupt dynasty, his excuse being "revenge." For whom? His father? And Xuan'er? If he were by her side... Xuan'er was right, the one who couldn't distinguish, the one deceiving himself, was always him. If birds in the same nest can also feel longing, must they also be born as a pair, and die as a pair? ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊Just as suddenly, he found the meaning of life. As Shang Xiu's army marched towards Xiangcheng, Zhao Yun closely pursued the Yellow Turban soldiers who had kidnapped Shang Xuan. He broke through the encirclement, but instead of fleeing far away, he secretly observed the Yellow Turban bandits' movements. From the bandits, he learned that the old man's surname was Wang and his given name was Xuan. The bandits revered him like a god, kneeling and worshipping him whenever he went out, just as they would when they saw Zhang Jiao. It seemed that he intended to take Miss Shang to Zhang Jiao. For the sake of a country, or for the sake of a woman, which was greater? However, this time Zhao Yun truly felt that if he could not save Shang Xuan, everything else would become meaningless.

The heavy responsibility for the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty suddenly seemed lighter .

**********

... Huangfu Song stood up and looked out from the city wall. The besieging army had completely surrounded the city, leaving no way out. He declared loudly, "This general would rather die than surrender!" Huang Wei sneered, "I respected you as a great man, but who knew you were just a foolish dog!" Just as the generals on the wall were about to shout, a report came: "Yellow Turban spies are in the city, and they've opened the south gate wide!" Just as Huangfu Song's expression changed, a troop of soldiers was seen galloping rapidly from afar outside the city. The crimson banner bore the large character "Shang." "Another despicable dog. The vanguard, do not panic. Continue the siege until the army that has entered the city opens the main gate. I will lead the rearguard to meet the enemy." Huang Wei reined in his horse and turned back to the front lines. He saw an army of tens of thousands, led by a remarkably young general. He couldn't help but laugh, "No one from the Han Dynasty has come here, yet a mere youth leads the troops. Today has truly broadened my horizons." The man laughed heartily, spurred his horse to a high position before the enemy lines, and said, "Indeed, with your abilities, General, you must know exactly how to defeat my weary army that has come from afar." Huang Wei was taken aback, realizing his thoughts had been read. He slowly replied, "To be able to defeat the combined forces of Generals Di Gong and Ren Gong is indeed no small feat. Your army has been biding its time, only launching its attack when I besieged the city, hasn't it?" The man sighed, “General, you have already prepared archers and shields, and divided your forces into front and rear, arranged in a square formation. You can attack from the front and defend from the rear. Even with the invincible iron cavalry of the Xiongnu, it would be difficult to break through your formation, General.” Huang Wei said, “Are you stalling for time so that the Han army in the city can break through the encirclement and attack us from both sides?” The man turned his head, looking at a distant mountain range, and asked, “Where is General Tiangong?” Seeing his expression, Huang Wei’s face changed slightly. He said, “You… are not Shang Xiu.” The man laughed, “That’s right, my name is Xu Shu, just a rustic villager. General Huang, since you know our strategy, why don’t you immediately return to rescue the Emperor?” " Huang Wei asked, 'Do you know why I joined the Yellow Turban Rebellion against the Han?' Xu Shu nodded and said, 'I would like to hear the details.' Huang Wei raised his hand, pointed to the sky, and said, 'I believe in Heaven, and Heaven is right here with Lord Zhang.' Heaven? Where is Heaven? ****************************** Right here! Zhao Yun flew into the tent and found Shang Xuan, dressed in white, lying on a huge rock covered with strange characters. This was the east side of Zhang Jiao's stronghold. But Zhao Yun had no time to pay attention to the dangers around him; his attention was entirely focused on the delicate woman in the tent. Shang Xuan's jade-like face was calm and serene, her sleeping posture very peaceful, but her cheeks were extremely pale. What kind of evil thing is this?" Just as he was about to wake Shang Xuan, he heard footsteps behind him and someone say, "Lord Zhao, you've come a long way. Now, I ask you to be my witness. Watch how I unleash my great power." Zhao Yun turned around, and the person was none other than Wang Xuan, who had captured Shang Xuan alive. "You old lecher! Take this!" He sneered, his spear aimed straight at his opponent. Wang Xuan was unfazed, flicking his whisk to block Zhao Yun's superb spearmanship, which could rival a hundred men. He laughed loudly, "A body of flesh and blood cannot withstand the power of an immortal." "My puppet, rise!" Zhao Yun jerked his spear, leaped back, and was startled to see Shang Xuan, at Wang Xuan's command, gracefully rise, slowly open her eyes, and call out, "Miss Shang!" Shang Xuan, however, ignored him, moving to Wang Xuan's side and kneeling gracefully, as if paying her respects. Wang Xuan gently stroked Shang Xuan's exquisitely beautiful face, handed her the wooden sword at his waist, and laughed, "Use this sword to kill him!" Shang Xuan slowly nodded, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhao Yun, a strange light flashing in her emerald pupils. She picked up the wooden sword, her bare feet striking him directly. Zhao Yun parried the wooden sword with his spear, astonished, "Shang... Miss Shang! You don't recognize me?" "You... " Shang Xuan remained silent, her jade-like face as cold as ice, yet her wooden sword attacks were extremely fierce. What surprised Zhao Yun most was her extraordinary strength. Her beautiful figure transformed into countless graceful postures, and under her wielding, the wooden sword, though beautiful in its moves, was deadly in every strike, easily putting Zhao Yun at a disadvantage. He was exhausted and dared not harm Shang Xuan, so for a moment he was completely at a loss as to how to proceed. After more than ten more moves, although Zhao Yun defended with all his might, he could not withstand the attacks. He let out a groan as the wooden sword pierced his chest. Shang Xuan kicked him with her jade-like leg, sending him flying out of the tent and rolling to the ground. "Got him! Tie him to the wooden cell." Wang Xuan ordered the injured Zhao Yun to be taken into custody and returned to his tent. Shang Xuan was already kneeling to one side, awaiting his instructions. Wang Xuan chuckled, sat on the bed in the tent, and said, "Come here." Shang Xuan immediately rose gracefully and knelt beside Wang Xuan. Wang Xuan reached into her thin white robe and gently caressed her soft, pink breasts. A blush spread across Shang Xuan's pale face. When Wang Xuan's hand pinched her rosy nipple, she let out a soft moan, nestled in Wang Xuan's arms, and breathed softly. Her beauty was incomparable. Truly, she possessed the essence of Yin; only a woman of such qualities could possess such heavenly beauty. Shang Xuan reached out and touched Wang Xuan's aging manhood, gently pressing and caressing it. At the same time, she moved closer, caressing Wang Xuan's genitals while offering her breasts to his mouth, allowing him to experience the astonishing allure of her body through his mouth, nose, and touch. Wang Xuan opened his mouth, filled with yellowed and rotten teeth, and bit down hard on the pair of bright red, peach-like nipples. With one hand, he slipped his hand between her hems, parted her pink vulva, and played with her clitoris. Shang Xuan moaned softly, her slender waist twisting and swaying violently under Wang Xuan's caresses. She pressed her soft, exquisite body against him, and beneath her white robes, glimpses of her vulva revealed the trickling flow of lustful fluids. A beautiful young woman, writhing and moaning in the arms of an old man, overflowing with lust, presented a scene of utter lewdness. "You little slut, once I've mastered the Rejuvenation Technique of the Heavenly Book and regained my virility, I'll come back and beat you half to death." Having enjoyed Shang Xuan's body, Wang Xuan withdrew his hands, which were still wet with her fluids. Upon seeing this, Shang Xuan immediately abandoned her tongue's entanglement with Wang Xuan's, her fragrant tongue lightly licking his fingertips. The brilliance of this technique lies in forgetting oneself, yet still retaining the innate instinct of carnal desire. The scheme continues. " Fire!" Shang Xiu roared, and ten thousand fire arrows simultaneously shot into Zhang Jiao's camp, a spectacular sight like a descending fire dragon. Shang Xiu drew his longsword and charged into Zhang Jiao's main camp. To his surprise, the front camp was completely deserted. A figure slowly approached, and Shang Xiu raised his bow, thousands of bows simultaneously aimed at the newcomer. "General Shang Xiu is indeed extraordinary. My second brother is unworthy; it's only natural that he fell to you."

The sound was extremely shrill, yet it echoed throughout the valley. Some of the Han soldiers, upon hearing it, immediately went limp, their weapons falling to the ground.

Just then, a delicate voice rang out beside Shang Xiu: "We can break it with the sound of war drums." The speaker was petite and pretty—none other than Wan'er.

Last night, Shang Xiu returned to his tent, deep in thought about how to counter Zhang Jiao's sorcery. Little did he know that Wan'er already knew his thoughts and, based on her own knowledge, had revealed them to him.

Such sorcery relied entirely on summoning the power of ghosts and spirits; an altar had to be set up before it could be used.

"Beat the drums!"

A series of drumbeats sounded, and the affected soldiers immediately awoke as if from a dream, picking up their weapons once more.

Shang Xiu coldly watched the slowly approaching figure, and said to Wan'er behind her, "Wan'er, won't you tell me your true identity?"

Wan'er softly replied, "We'll talk about it after we save Sister Xuan, okay?" "

Release the arrows!"

Thousands of arrows shot out simultaneously, flying straight towards Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao simply raised his wooden staff, and nearly a hundred humanoid wooden blocks suddenly sprang from the ground, blocking the arrows in front of him and charging straight towards him.

A chorus of screams erupted from the Han army.

"Order the rear guard to prepare to burn them with torches! Don't panic! What's so scary about mere wooden puppets and inanimate objects?" Shang

Xiu's calm command pacified the soldiers. He instructed Wan'er to hold him tightly from behind, and led the vanguard with his longsword to hold off the wooden figures' attack.

Torches were thrown from behind towards the wooden figures, while Shang Xiu led the vanguard to retreat several dozen feet.

Wan'er looked up at the sky with her pretty face and said, "Zhang Jiao is about to change the weather."

Shang Xiu swung his longsword, cleaving the wooden figure in two. The wooden figure swayed, then returned to its original shape and attacked him again. He exclaimed in astonishment, "The weather is changing?"

"Torch, fire!"

Countless torches fell from the rear of the army towards the group of wooden figures. The wooden figures ignited upon contact with the fire, turning to ashes. The Han army's morale immediately soared, as Shang Xiu's commands consistently neutralized the terrifying sorcery.

Just then, darkness fell.

**********

...

The air was filled with the sounds of soldiers fighting, and both men were covered in the blood of those around them. Huang

Wei laughed, "Lord Zhang alone can withstand an army of ten thousand."

Xu Shu was slightly taken aback, and Huang Wei's broadsword was already slashing down at him.

Although the siege had been lifted, the outcome was still uncertain.

Everything depended on Shang Xiu.

**********

The rain poured down like cold water, extinguishing the Han army's greatly boosted morale.

The torches were all extinguished, and countless wooden figures rose again. These wooden figures were not afraid of swords and weapons, but they were as strong as oxen, plunging the Han army into another fierce battle.

Just as Shang Xiu was fighting hard, Zhang Jiao appeared not far in front of him. Shang Xiu took out his spear and charged forward with a spear and a sword.

Wan'er hugged him tightly and whispered, "Don't worry about it, it's an illusion."

Before Shang Xiu could react, his spear struck Zhang Jiao's head, and the shadow vanished like smoke.

"Up the mountain," Wan'er said, pointing to a hilltop above the main camp. "The altar must be set up according to the celestial configuration, and only this hilltop is suitable. Zhang Jiao's true form is there." "

Order the entire army to retreat down the mountain. Once I've broken Zhang Jiao's magic, hear the sound of my sword and immediately ascend the mountain."

Shang Xiu spurred his horse forward, his two weapons swirling like a dance, carving a bloody path through the wooden formation and speeding up the mountain. Wan'er, standing behind him, hadn't been attacked at all. In terms of martial prowess, Zhao Yun was indeed inferior to her. He couldn't help but hold her even tighter, forgetting even the sword at his side.

Suddenly, their horse leaped, landing atop the mountain. On this cliff top, only a few dozen feet in circumference, stood a large tent, and in front of it was a square altar. Standing in the center of the altar was Shang Xuan.

"Xuan...er!"

Shang Xiu was overjoyed and was about to approach when Wan'er grabbed his arm, saying, "Brother Xiu, Sister Xuan's expression is strange." "

Yes, she's been affected by Teacher Wang's magic." Zhang

Jiao appeared beside the altar, followed by countless Yellow Turban soldiers surging in from all directions, barely managing to surround them. Shang Xuan vanished from their sight in a flash.

"Zhang Jiao!"

Wan'er said softly, "Destroy the altar first." Upon seeing Zhang Jiao, Shang Xiu was immediately enraged. He first let out a deafening roar, intimidating the enemy with its power. His right hand wielded his spear, thrusting and parrying, while his left hand wielded his sword with all its might. Standing back to back with Wan'er, Shang Xiu's spear thrust forward, and several people beside him screamed in agony, blood splattering as they fell backward, crashing into many of his own soldiers.

Although Wan'er's swordsmanship was inferior to his, she was still able to calmly deal with the enemies behind her under his full power.

Zhang Jiao sighed, "General Shang is indeed a dragon among men, what a pity!"

Shang Xiu wielded his spear again, sweeping away more than ten people around him. He sneered, raised his longsword, and said calmly, "What's a pity?"

As Zhang Jiao was slightly taken aback, a volley of arrows rained down from above, striking and killing all the Yellow Turban soldiers surrounding Shang Xiu and his companion. The archers were the archers led by Shen Xian and Liang Bai. Following Shang Xiu's instructions, they had traversed mountains and valleys to ambush them at this moment.

Shang Xiu raised his sword again, and the rain of arrows stopped abruptly.

Zhang Jiao calmly watched his men fall and said, "I only want to know, General Shang, what made you break my magic?" Just

as Shang Xiu was about to ask Wan'er how to break the sorcery cast on Shang Xuan, she heard her coldly say, "Where is Wang Xuan?"

Zhang Jiao and Shang Xiu were slightly taken aback. Wang Xuan, with his streaked white hair, emerged from the tent and said, "Girl!

It seems you are the one who broke my Yellow Heaven Technique. I really misjudged you that day; I should have killed you." "

Yes, if you hadn't used your disguise that day, I wouldn't have recognized you either."

Shang Xiu was surprised. They... had already met?

Wan'er's expression changed, transforming once again into the woman who had completely captivated Shang Xiu. Wang Xuan and Zhang Jiao's expressions changed simultaneously. They heard her slowly say, word by word, "This is fate. Today, Wang Xuan, you are destined to die here. Fifty years ago, you killed your junior sister, which meant you couldn't escape this calamity today." Shang

Xiu was stunned by Wan'er's sudden change. In fact, this had happened more than once; perhaps Shang Xiu thought it was just a hallucination?

"Why... Wan'er, you..."

Wan'er sighed softly, "Some things are better left unsaid."

Wang Xuan laughed loudly, "Don't think you've become a Celestial Master just because you practiced my junior sister's longevity technique! The celestial bodies do indeed have their mutated numbers, and people have their own methods of prayer and supplication. Come! Kill them!"

Still dressed in white, Shang Xuan moved swiftly, his long sword flashing as he thrust towards Shang Xiu.

Wan'er had already rushed in front of him, intercepting Shang Xuan, and said, "Kill Zhang Jiao first! Break his sorcery, then let your men go up the mountain."

Shang Xiu had no time to ask about the truth, nodded, and thrust his spear straight

at Zhang Jiao. Zhang Jiao snorted, about to summon the wooden dummy, when a spear flew straight from the other side, piercing Zhang Jiao's heart the moment Shang Xiu's spear touched him, leaving a trail of blood.

What astonishing strength.

Is it the norm for murderers to pay with their lives? Will he be an example? Why should officials think of retiring while they are ahead? Is it to protect themselves, or to escape this calamity?

Shang Xiu looked blankly at the fallen Zhang Jiao. With the disappearance of this "great wise teacher," the Yellow Turban Rebellion would become a thing of the past.

No, there's still one more source of trouble.

'Wan'er's' expression shifted, and she said, 'Zhao Yun?'

Shang Xiu turned around and saw a young man of similar age stepping out from behind the tent. Their eyes met, and they exchanged a knowing glance before lunging at Wang Xuan.

Just as Zhang Jiao's death had no effect, although Wang Xuan was being forced to defend himself and was in a sorry state by Shang and Zhao, he let out a wild laugh and retreated sharply, saying, 'The rain has been enough, the Great Flood is coming, I'll wait and see how the Han army is submerged.' "

Wan'er" snorted, shoved Shang Xuan away, and drew her sword to chase after Wang Xuan. Shang Xiu, seeing this, hurriedly tried to call Wan'er back, but she shouted, "Shang Xiu, I'll borrow your wife's mortal body for a while. The silk scroll I placed in your bosom contains everything you want to know." A

flash flood indeed swept down the mountain, carrying sand, mud, and rocks, and the Han army that surged forward was completely submerged in the flood. Screams and cries of terror echoed down the mountain, but vanished in an instant.

This battle was neither a defeat nor a victory for the Han army. But the Yellow Turbans had been destroyed, and the ten thousand Han soldiers surrounding the mountain were merely an insignificant number to the court.

According to Han regulations, merit was calculated by the number of heads; for every enemy soldier killed, one Han soldier died, a system called "merits and demerits canceling each other out."

In this light, Shang Xiu should be credited with the greatest merit. Killing Zhang Jiao and destroying his spiritual leader is equivalent to annihilating 100,000 Yellow Turbans.

But with the enemy gone, what is the value of all the remaining reputation?

Shang Xiu stared blankly as Wan'er leaped away. Behind him, the sound of weapons clashing rang out; Zhao Yun and Shang Xuan were locked in battle. Zhao Yun, seemingly afraid of hurting his sister, only defended and did not attack. Zhao Yun snorted and was knocked aside by Shang Xuan. Wounded on top of his injuries, he could no longer stand up.

For Shang Xiu, he knew he had lost. He was powerless to retrieve Wan'er, and even more powerless to break the sorcery on his sister Shang Xuan. As Shang Xuan's sword slowly approached, he felt only endless regret and pain. Should he kill her?

Shang Xiu swung his longsword, easily deflecting Shang Xuan's attack. With a swift movement, he subdued Shang Xuan, rendering her immobile. "

My Xuan'er, when will you wake up?"

A blush appeared on Shang Xuan's pale face. She let out a soft moan and clung tightly to her brother, tumbling down the cliff edge. Zhao Yun was shocked but could only watch helplessly as the two fell into the hundred-foot-deep water and disappeared.

Stand up... I must stand up!

"Damn it! Absolutely despicable!"

The large pool of blood on Zhao Yun's chest indicated that he was losing a lot of blood, and his body could no longer support his will to save people. In a final moment of dizziness, he collapsed to the ground. "

Miss Shang, my mission is not yet complete..."

************

Rebirth

after the Collapse of the World

************

Half a month later.

When Zhu Jun's army stepped into the receding waters of the mountains, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei followed. Countless people died at the foot of the mountain, but Shang Xiu and the others were nowhere to be found. All

they found was

Zhang Jiao's head. Liu Bei squatted on the cliff where the altar was located, looking at the surging river below, slowly pouring wine on the ground, and said calmly: "Zhongyou, this is a toast from your brother."

He was like a shooting star, fleeting and gone in an instant. Only a moment of surprise remained.

Sometimes he wondered if this boy who had descended from the heavens was a deity who had saved the Han Dynasty from a calamity. "

Has that brother surnamed Zhao woken up yet?"

Shang Xiu asked.

Soon, very soon, the world would forget him, but Liu Bei alone would not forget.

Liu Bei's gaze fell on the young general lying in the tent.

This Zhao Yun reminded him of Shang Xiu.

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The Yellow Turban Rebellion finally ended with the death of Zhang Jiao.

Another story began: the long-standing struggle between the imperial relatives and eunuchs of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The signs of decline at the end of the Han Dynasty were already evident. The cycle of division and unification, of war and reunification, was it the will of Heaven, destiny, or fate? Or was it simply the inherent contradictions and struggles of human nature?

What about the loyal ministers?

Zhu Jun offended a powerful minister and was demoted to commoner status; Huangfu Song was stripped of his military power and sent back to his hometown; Lu Zhi was executed for slander; Shang Xiu's whereabouts were unknown; and Zhang You died of overwork in Daizhou.

There was also a group of unknown figures—Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Xu Shu, and others—who risked their lives to quell the Yellow Turban Rebellion within a year, their hearts filled with patriotic fervor for the Han Dynasty. In the end, they received no trust from the court and remained just a group of nameless soldiers.

The result of these people's frustration and failure was that they acknowledged the destruction of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and then seized the opportunity to rise again and create their own era.

Like

the ebb and flow of waves and the rising and falling of tides, his life had its peaks of achievement and its utter destruction.

In the end, he vanished like a wave, without a trace.

Life's ups and downs are inevitable; reaching the pinnacle of one's career and then falling is an unchanging truth.

Everyone in the world must think he's dead; that's fine, saving them a lot of trouble.

Is it fate? Those who should die don't, and those who shouldn't live still live.

Shang Xiu skinned and butchered the wild deer he had hunted, roasting pieces over the fire.

A sudden whooshing sound came from his vest.

It's coming...

Shang Xiu sighed inwardly, abruptly stood up, and turned to throw a stone thrown at him. The next moment, he saw his younger sister, Shang Xuan, who had been lying quietly on the ground, spring up, her seemingly delicate hands and feet attacking him with astonishing martial arts skills she could never have displayed before.

He couldn't abandon her, couldn't keep her, and was powerless to kill her. He should have let himself and his sister drown in the river; that would have been the end of it all.

But he still had something on his mind.

*Thud!* With

a chop to the back of her neck by Shang Xiu's hand, Shang Xuan's snow-white, smooth, and delicate blue eyes rolled upwards as she fainted in Shang Xiu's arms. With her eyes closed, Shang Xuan appeared as if she were asleep.

Shang Xiu couldn't help but think of the wicked Taoist priest Wang Xuan, and a pang of heartache gripped him. Was this how he and Xuan'er were destined to live their lives, or wait for Xuan'er to kill him with her own hands? Would the woman who had taken Wan'er's body truly be returned to Zhao intact?

Would Heaven truly allow these two orphans to live such a miserable life?

"Mmm..." Shang Xuan suddenly let out a soft moan, her beautiful eyes slowly opening, quickly finding Shang Xiu's figure. Just as Shang Xiu thought she was about to attack again, Shang Xuan let out a soft whimper and threw herself into his arms, her cheeks flushed. The thin garment could not conceal the magnificent curves of her breasts, and her soft breasts gently pressed against Shang Xiu's chest amidst her soft panting. This captivating expression on her face was something only a woman in heat would display.

Shang Xiu's mind suddenly went blank, because he not only guessed that Wang Xuan's sorcery had controlled not only Shang Xuan's mind but also her body. From this, he deduced that Xuan'er must have already offered her body to that old sorcerer, or even to a Yellow Turban rebel outside the sorcerer's circle. Although Wen Yu was in his arms, Shang Xiu's face was ashen, unable to accept the reality before him... Even though... even though he had foreseen this outcome.

Every decision meant sacrifice and trade-offs, and what lay before him was the bitter fruit of those choices.

"Master..." Shang Xuan uttered a sweet, soft call, her soft, alluring body swaying gently in Shang Xiu's arms, her most seductive snow-white breasts pressing softly against her brother's embrace, even though he was her own brother.

Shang Xiu silently watched as the once exquisitely beautiful girl flaunted her allure in his arms, her cherry-red lips exuding a captivating, sweet fragrance. Yet, he couldn't help but imagine the old scoundrel's hands wantonly caressing her beautiful body, his aged, vile face entwined with her lips in a grotesque display. A nameless anger rose within him, mixed with a strong sense of jealousy.

What was this? Besides regret, was he also consumed by envy?

Shang Xuan's soft hand had already pulled her brother's hand inside her thin white gauze dress, letting his large hand gently massage her high, white breasts. Her once clear, watery blue eyes were now gazing at him with fiery passion, her small mouth panting as she said, "Doesn't Master like playing with this little slut like this?" Her clothes were already fully open, her chest shimmering, and the silver bells jingled crisply with her movements.

Little slut! My most beautiful, most precious sister actually calls herself a little slut! Shang Xiu looked at the chain with the silver bells, but a strange anger rose within him. His large hand, which had reached inside his sister's clothes, suddenly became rough, twisting her round, beautiful breasts into various shapes. Shang Xuan trembled under his rough movements, her voice trembling as she said, "Oh...

Master... This little slut is in a bit of pain..."

Shang Xiu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then came to his senses. What was he doing? He was actually venting his hatred for Wang Xuan on the innocent Shang Xuan? He gently broke free from her, collapsing to the ground. He didn't know how long his sister's desires and demands would last. He only saw that Shang Xuan had already spread her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and held his head and neck from behind with her slender hands, saying in a soft voice, "Master, please eat."

Eat? The warmth and fragrance enveloped Shang Xiu, leaving him momentarily dazed. His sister's increasingly full breasts were now prominently displayed before him, forming a perfect crescent moon curve. Two rosy nipples, seemingly glowing, drew his gaze. The allure of her body, coupled with her soft moans, compelled Shang Xiu to open his mouth wide and gently bite into one of his sister's cherries.

"Oh... Ah... Master..." Shang Xuan's expression was a mixture of pain, pleasure, and satisfaction. Her hands tightly clung to her brother's head, allowing him to ravage her proud breasts with his tongue and teeth. Her moans and gasps escaped intermittently. At that moment, she seemed to no longer care who the other was; any man could offer his body to her as he pleased, allowing himself to be conquered. She had no idea how many men's semen had been ejaculated into that virgin palace she had once displayed before her brother.

This little slut must be fantasizing that I am that old wicked Taoist... She is not Xuan'er, not my own sister, no longer. Having accepted this fact, Shang Xiu simply let go of his inhibitions, simply considered himself Wang Xuan, and simply indulged in playing with her to his heart's content!

The fantasy of his sister being violated by many men filled Shang Xiu's weary mind with immense excitement. His hands began to explore every sensitive spot on his sister's body, unleashing his twisted fantasies of many years on her beautiful body, which he had never dared to touch before. Although his eyes saw only snow-white skin, he could almost see her in the Yellow Turban camp, being teased and played with by different men, her body covered with greedy hands, her beautiful breasts transformed into various shapes under their rough hands, and even the obscene scene of large and small penises being thrust into her mouth and vagina:

"Oh... Master... Little slut... Mmm... It feels so beautiful... Ah... That hand... It feels so good... Ah." ...Don't stop there...Harder...Ugh...It's coming again...Ahhh...Did you cum...Cum inside...this little slut...Ah...So hot...It's burning this little slut...Ahhh...

It's splitting...Oh...Back...It's going to split...Ah...I can't take it anymore...Oh...This little slut...I'm going to die...I'm going to die...! Shang

Xuan's delicate, petite body was pressed to the ground, her full, pink legs spread wide apart. The enormous object violently thrusting into her vagina was none other than her own brother, Shang Xiu's, penis. Amidst the splattering of her juices, the sounds of wetness mingled with the moans that constantly escaped Shang Xuan's lips, echoing the heaving of her round, beautiful breasts.

"Scream! Scream for me!" Shang Xiu rode his sister's body, constantly changing positions. His astonishing stamina and strength, combined with his thrusting and turning at various angles, made Shang Xuan feel as if she were being penetrated by both of them. Mere moans were no longer enough to express the intense, maddening pleasure her brother was giving her. Her fingers began to desperately claw and twist at his body. The contradiction between pain and pleasure robbed them of all tenderness, replaced by fierce passion.

"Oh... Ah... Master... You're making this little slut feel so good... Oh... I've lost it again... Ahhh..."

Shang Xuan's beautiful pink body was already dripping with fragrant juices, her skin a rosy pink. Since birth, her body had never reached such a peak. Her slender waist, despite repeated orgasms, showed no signs of soreness or numbness; instead, it responded even more forcefully to the penis that repeatedly poured semen into her flower core. Her brother's penis, that thing seemed tireless, constantly thrusting between her two orifices. Accompanying it was her brother's terrifyingly large hand, playing with her anus with different techniques when penetrating her flower, and making love to her dripping vagina when penetrating her chrysanthemum.

"Oh... how... did it touch there again... oh... so good... ah..." The beautiful girl beneath him cried out hotly. Compared to being on a battlefield with thousands of people, Shang Xiu had never been so engrossed. He felt that his younger sister, Shang Xuan, in his arms was like his own paradise, giving him the most astonishing pleasure. The layers of flesh inside her flower-like orifice rose and fell, the walls of her vagina opening and closing like a flower garden, tightly gripping his manhood. Her vaginal fluids gathered and did not disperse. Every time his sister climaxed, his glans was burned with unparalleled pleasure.

Shang Xiu turned his sister's body over and whispered harshly in her reddened ear: "Little slut, there's something even more amazing." He reached out and pulled off the silver bell chain around her neck, pried open her two pink labia, and inserted the bells one by one into her seemingly absorbent vulva. This chain was handcrafted by him; though not as large as his manhood, it was enough to seduce this little slut.

"Ah... one... ah... two... oh ah..." Shang Xuan felt her brother's penis thrust into her rear with each bell, stimulating her from back to front, causing her vulva to spasm and a stream of love fluid to seep out.

"It's happening again... ah... you little slut... I'm going to tear..." "It's split open..." Shang Xuan felt a chill emanating from her flower-like opening, but Shang Xiu made her lie face down, grabbing her round, plump buttocks and thrusting into her anus. This anus was just as tight as her treasure hole, only more gripping and more pleasurable. He panted, "How many are inside you, little slut?"

"Yes... um... fourteen... ah... Master... quick... play with the little slut's front... it's so itchy... ah..." Shang Xuan pleaded in a coquettish voice, only to feel that large hand quickly part her jade gate, picking up her swollen clitoris and gently kneading it. Her whole body trembled violently, she screamed, and her vaginal fluid gushed out, almost squeezing out the string of bells.

"Don't throw it away, it'll be fine in a moment." Shang Xiu chuckled, his hands reaching back to touch his sister's heaving breasts, squeezing the two beautiful nipples forcefully. Shang Xuan was already completely lost in ecstasy. The sensitivity of her nipples made her slender hand tremble, almost causing her to lose her balance. Her crotch had already been played with beyond recognition, and the sticky semen flowed from the end of the chain, dripping all over the floor. The most interesting thing was the ringing sound caused by the undulation of the flesh walls due to the penetration of her anus.

Shang Xiu watched his younger sister's frenzied state of complete submission to his crotch, feeling extremely excited. His penis thrust in and out relentlessly, causing her anus to open and close, mixing with the semen on his penis and sticking together in a circle. He suddenly felt a surge of release, so he thrust repeatedly into the girl's vulnerable rear, ejaculating inside her. As she screamed wildly, he pulled the chain at the bottom, pulling out the entire string of bells!

"Ah... Master... So powerful... Ugh... Oh... Ah... Don't pull that... No...

Ah... Ahhh!" As Shang Xuan's anus convulsed and her vagina spasmed, she felt the round, silver bell-like objects scraping against her flesh, bringing her to orgasm. Her vaginal fluids gushed out with her vaginal fluids. The astonishing scene left even Shang Xiu stunned.

"Mmm..." Shang Xuan's face flushed crimson, her body limp, she collapsed to the ground. Shang Xiu turned her around to face him, pressing his body against hers. Breathing heavily on his sister's beautiful face, he said, "You little slut... From now on, I'll fuck you every day."

A strange tenderness flickered in Shang Xuan's eyes, along with a mischievousness that Shang Xiu couldn't understand. She said in a sweet voice, "My master... my brother..." "And what about your Wan'er?"

Shang Xiu's body trembled violently, staring blankly at her. "You... are you alright?"

Shang Xuan used her slender hand to dab a tiny drop of slightly crimson liquid on her vulva, held it to her brother's face, and said softly, "You've ruined Xuan'er's virginity, she can't marry anymore, what should we do?"

Shang Xiu pressed her hands firmly to the ground and said, "You've been lying to me all this time?"

Shang Xuan said, "I only woke up the moment before you penetrated me. I only remember being kidnapped by Wang Xuan before I woke up, and after I woke up... humph... I was played with so badly by you, and you played with me... like this..." As she said this, her face, which had just recovered, turned red again.

Shang Xiu stood up, his face pale. So, he wasn't... incestuous?

Shang Xuan looked at him and said, "If I'd known this, I wouldn't have told you."

Shang Xiu's expression shifted between light and shadow. Suddenly, he raised his head and shouted at the top of his lungs, the sound echoing far and wide. Finally, he regained his composure and calmly said, "From today onwards, I will no longer be called Shang Xiu, and you will no longer be called Shang Xuan."

From this moment on, the sky is new, the earth is new, and so are people.

Shang Xuan's naked body was lifted up by her brother. She asked, stunned, "Then what should we call ourselves?"

Shang Xiu smiled and said, "Let's call ourselves Wu Guangde and Wu Haoti."

Shang Xuan asked, puzzled, "What does that mean?"

Shang Xiu shrugged and said, "I don't know either." Shang

Xuan chuckled and said, "If you don't know anything, then let's just call it 'I don't know'?"

Shang Xiu said, "Whatever it is, the most important thing now is to find Wan'er."

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The world is so vast, where would they even begin to search?

As for how they would search, that was another story.

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