The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: Springtime at Plum Manor

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After enduring countless hardships, Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying finally found themselves united in marriage at Plum Manor on Lonely Hill by West Lake, where they played the melody of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" together. After their marriage, Linghu Chong entrusted the leadership of his sect to Yi Qing, while Yingying relinquished the leadership of the Sun Moon Sect to Xiang Wentian. The two lived in seclusion at Plum Manor, no longer concerned with the feuds and conflicts of the martial world.

Meanwhile, the righteous and evil factions of the martial world had suffered heavy losses after numerous internal strife and bloodshed. Among the greatest martial arts masters of the time, Dongfang Bubai, Zuo Lengchan, and Ren Woxing have all passed away. Yue Buqun, who mastered the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique," died by Yilin's sword. Lin Pingzhi's martial arts were completely crippled, and he was imprisoned in the Plum Manor's dark dungeon. Abbot Fangzheng of Shaolin and Master Chongxu of Wudang are reclusive figures, detached from worldly affairs. The martial arts of those still in the martial world, such as Xiang Wentian and Master Mo Da, are inferior to Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords. It can be said that in the world today, apart from the elusive and unknown Feng Qingyang of Mount Hua, no one is Linghu Chong's match. In addition, Linghu Chong is the husband of the former leader of the Sun Moon Sect, the eldest daughter of the sect. Therefore, although he is no longer in the martial world, he is implicitly recognized by both the righteous and evil factions as the greatest martial arts master of the time. The Plum Manor on Lonely Mountain, where Linghu Chong and his wife resided, was a sacred place revered by everyone in the martial arts world. In recent years, an unwritten rule had emerged in the martial arts world: martial artists who passed through a radius of five meters from the Plum Manor must lay down their swords as a sign of respect for Linghu Chong

and his wife. Given the Plum Manor's current status in the martial arts world, one would expect it to be thriving with numerous servants, but the reality was quite different. The original owners of the Plum Manor were the Four Friends of Jiangnan. The eldest, Huang Zhonggong, committed suicide. The only survivors, Old Bald Brush Weng and the fourth, Dan Qingsheng, along with their second brother, Hei Baizi, whose internal energy had been completely absorbed by Linghu Chong and who was now crippled, had left the Plum Manor with all the original servants after Linghu Chong's marriage and settled elsewhere. At this moment, besides Linghu Chong and his wife and Lin Pingzhi in the dark prison, only a few elderly, deaf and mute servants were responsible for food, cleaning, and caring for Lin Pingzhi in prison. People in the martial arts world all say that Linghu Chong and his wife are frugal and therefore don't need many servants, but they don't know that there's actually a reason behind it...

After Linghu Chong retired, he spent his free time practicing the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) taught by Master Fang Zheng. This internal energy cultivation method was very beneficial in expelling the foreign true energy from his body. However, the Yi Jin Jing is profound and complex, and even with Linghu Chong's exceptional comprehension, his progress was still very slow. Therefore, he also passed on the Yi Jin Jing to Yingying, hoping that the couple could practice together and verify each other's understanding, which would surely help them achieve mastery sooner.

Although Linghu Chong's swordsmanship was already unparalleled, his understanding of internal energy cultivation was shallow. Although he had received guidance from Master Fang Zheng, it was still far inferior to Yingying, who had practiced the Sun Moon Sect's internal energy cultivation for many years. Yingying explained the various difficult parts of the text to Linghu Chong, and the couple practiced the Yi Jin Jing together. Sure enough, their progress was rapid, and within a few months they had made some progress. Not only did their internal strength greatly improve, but they also both began to master the art of shifting meridians and changing thighs. The "Yi Jin Jing" (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) possesses unparalleled and wondrous power. Upon mastery, one can freely move all the meridians in the body, and internal energy trembles unimpeded. Its power is truly awe-inspiring and terrifying, which is why Shaolin Temple, the origin of martial arts, regards it as its most treasured skill, passed down only to its own

disciples, let alone outsiders. However, when Linghu Chong and his wife reached the stage of transferring meridians in their practice of the "Yi Jin Jing," they discovered something amiss. Before each time they needed to regulate their internal energy, they had to reposition some meridians, and with each repositioning, their internal energy surged violently. The "Yi Jin Jing" originally contained various methods for regulating internal energy and circulating it throughout the body to rapidly increase power. However, while Linghu Chong and his wife could indeed regulate their energy and increase their power by leaps and bounds, after each practice, they felt an unbearable burning desire within them, requiring them to engage in sexual intercourse to relieve this pent-up urge! Fortunately, the two were husband and wife, so this incident was harmless. However, it turned out that although Linghu Chong appeared to be a dissolute rogue, he was actually a very proper gentleman; and Yingying's reputation for shyness was known far and wide. After practicing the "Yi Jin Jing," both of them underwent a significant change in their sexual relations. After each practice session, they had to make love to their hearts' content, and their desire for practicing the "Yi Jin Jing" deepened day by day. After a year, they could hardly go a day without practicing, and of course, a day without making love. Sometimes, when the mood struck them, they would not wait to go to their room and would make love right there in Plum Manor. Plum Manor was a place of springtime beauty everywhere... This is why there was no one else in the manor except for a few deaf and mute servant women. After all, these old servant women were both deaf and mute; although they could see, they had no one to tell. The

"Yi Jin Jing" was originally a Buddhist divine skill, so why did it cause those who practiced it to have such heightened sexual desire? The human body's meridians are naturally formed, and nature has its own reasons for creating them. Forcibly using acquired power to cultivate and improve one's skills, while potentially achieving unparalleled power, is a grave violation of the natural order. In the martial arts world, there are various methods of self-mutilation to cultivate profound skills, such as the "Sunflower Manual" and the "Evil-Repelling Swordplay," which require castration, and the Kongtong Sect's "Seven Injury Fist," which injures the user before injuring the attacker, and so on. It is said that the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) is one of the two great divine skills created by Bodhidharma, and is considered one of the treasures of Shaolin Temple, alongside the "Marrow Washing Classic," ranking above the Seventy-Two Arts. However, this is not the case. The original creator of this skill was an unknown, legendary monk, a fourth-generation descendant of Bodhidharma. After creating the skill, he did not want posterity to know his name, so he attributed it to Bodhidharma. This eminent monk, besides being proficient in Shaolin internal martial arts, also traveled far and wide to study various Buddhist techniques. To eliminate the harm caused by the unnatural Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) with boundless Buddhist teachings, he secluded himself in Tibet for ten years, meticulously studying the supreme Tantric technique, "Great Bliss Divine Skill." This Tantric skill originally required cultivation through a practice called "Secret Great Bliss Meditation," a method of achieving liberation and Nirvana through sexual intercourse. Cultivating this method was extremely dangerous; Guru Rinpoche (Padmasambhava) likened it to "plucking hair from a tiger's mouth, or taking a pearl from a poisonous snake's mouth." Fortunately, this Shaolin monk possessed unparalleled mastery in both martial arts and Buddhist teachings. After ten years of arduous practice, he discovered a method to independently cultivate the "Great Bliss Divine Skill" using supreme Buddhist teachings, integrating it into his own created "Yi Jin Jing" (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic). Therefore, the "Yi Jin Jing" technique he created naturally contains elements of the "Great Joy Divine Skill," using the miraculous effect of the union of heaven and man within this technique to eliminate the harm caused to the practitioner by the unnatural Yi Jin Jing. However, it also requires practitioners to have considerable attainments in both martial arts and Buddhism, so that they will not be affected by the lustful desires brought about by the "Great Joy Divine Skill" when practicing this technique.

Historically, those who practiced the "Yi Jin Jing" were all highly accomplished monks of Shaolin Temple. Before practicing this technique, they had already thoroughly studied profound Buddhist teachings, purified their six senses, and their martial arts skills were naturally outstanding among the Shaolin Temple's elite, so they were not troubled by this. For thousands of years, the Yi Jin Jing has never been passed on to outsiders, so even Master Fangzheng himself was unaware that the Yi Jin Jing's power had such an effect. Linghu Chong and his wife were the first lay people in a thousand years to have the opportunity to practice the Yi Jin Jing technique. Neither of them practiced Buddhism, so they naturally could not resist the temptation of the "Great Joy Divine Skill." Fortunately, this martial art was highly beneficial when practiced by the couple, and it also helped them improve their internal strength in the Yi Jin Jing. However, it inevitably made the couple very lewd.

On this day, Linghu Chong and his wife finished their practice and went to their room together. They were already used to making love every day, so they looked at each other and smiled, helping each other to remove their clothes. After Linghu Chong practiced the "Yi Jin Jing" (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), his muscles naturally became much firmer, especially his penis, which was more than twice as thick and long as before he started practicing, far exceeding that of ordinary people. Moreover, his internal energy was almost inexhaustible. Every time he made love with Yingying, he could hold out until she came again and again before he ejaculated, and he could regain his virility in no time afterward. Yingying's body also became much more voluptuous after practicing the skill. Although her waist was still slender enough to be grasped in one hand, her breasts became fuller day by day, and her face was radiant. Compared to her virginity before marriage, she had gained more of the charming beauty of a mature woman. After the two of them undressed, Linghu Chong picked up Yingying and put her on the bed. He smiled at Yingying and said, "Wife, have you been waiting anxiously? I'm coming!"

Yingying called out, "Chonglang...give it to me..." Her two fair legs were already wide open, waiting for Linghu Chong's huge rod to arrive. Linghu Chong pounced on the bed, his penis probing his beloved wife's lower body. Yingying's vagina was already wet and parched, desperately thirsty.

Linghu Chong thrust his massive member forward, forcing open Yingying's jade gate, and, nourished by her own fluids, penetrating to the very end. Yingying cried out, "Ouch..." and quickly wrapped her legs around Linghu Chong's waist, pushing harder with her feet, allowing his enormous penis to penetrate even deeper.

"Chonglang...oh...oh...it's so beautiful...oh..." With each thrust of Linghu Chong, Yingying's moans continued. Linghu Chong, as if encouraged, accelerated his thrusts, pressing his body against Yingying's soft, snow-white form, and chuckled, "Wife, you've been moaning louder and louder these past few days. Have you forgotten what you said back then?"

A blush rose to Yingying's face; she knew her husband was mocking their early days of marriage. Back then, before they had practiced the "Yi Jin Jing" martial art, Yingying was extremely shy during their intimate moments. She would silently allow Linghu Chong to thrust inside her, daring not to utter a sound. Linghu Chong had once asked her to moan, but she told him that it was something lowly women did to please men, and she was furious about it, forbidding Linghu Chong from near her body for a whole month. Unexpectedly, after practicing her martial arts, her behavior in bed gradually became more wanton. During intercourse, she not only made constant lewd noises, but the sounds were deafening, almost audible throughout the entire Plum Manor.

At this moment, Yingying's eyes were hazy with desire as she scolded her husband, "Chonglang...you're so naughty...you just tease me..."

Linghu Chong chuckled and stopped talking, his penis continuing to thrust in and out of Yingying's vagina. Amidst the "plop, plop" sounds of their genitals colliding, Linghu Chong became more and more vigorous, lowering his head to suckle Yingying's bright red nipple, gently nibbling it with his teeth. Under the combined assault from above and below, Yingying's whole body itched, and her moans became even more wanton: "Chonglang...husband...ah...ah...you...move faster...I...I'm going to...die...oh...Chonglang..." As she spoke, her body trembled violently.

At this moment, Linghu Chong felt that with that trembling, hot vaginal fluid was being released deep within Yingying's vagina, knowing that his wife had reached the pinnacle of pleasure under his caresses. This was the perfect opportunity for cultivation. Linghu Chong activated his "Yi Jin Jing" divine skill, his massive penis thrusting tightly into the deepest part of Yingying's vagina, the glans pressing against the opening of her uterus. He channeled his power, drawing all the vaginal fluids Yingying had ejaculated onto his penis, then absorbing them into his body through the urethral opening. He stopped thrusting, allowing the absorbed fluids to mix with his internal energy and circulate throughout his body. As this internal energy completed a full cycle, Linghu Chong felt refreshed, knowing his skill had progressed again. Then, Linghu Chong helped the limp Yingying, who had just ejaculated, to sit up, turning her over so she was kneeling on the bed in a doggy-style position. From behind, Linghu Chong thrust his penis into Yingying's vagina again, simultaneously using his power to make his penis appear even larger. This series of thrusts caused Yingying's head to tilt back, her face flushed with desire, her captivating eyes hazy and dreamy, only able to utter incoherent moans of "Eh eh ai ai."
Driven even more mad by Yingying's alluring charm, Linghu Chong thrust his massive member in and out with incredible speed, while simultaneously grabbing her breasts with both hands, kneading them mercilessly, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
Under Linghu Chong's relentless onslaught, Yingying quickly reached her climax, her vaginal muscles convulsing as she ejaculated again. Seeing this, Linghu Chong, unwilling to let his beloved wife deplete her vital essence, roared and thrust his member deep into Yingying's cervix, his thick semen gushing forth.

Yingying screamed as she welcomed her husband's penetration. Only after Linghu Chong had finished ejaculating and withdrawn his member did she manage to support her delicate body, collapsing softly into his arms. Linghu Chong channeled his inner energy into Yingying's body, invigorating her spirit. She quickly composed herself, focusing her energy on absorbing Linghu Chong's yang essence.
Linghu Chong gently embraced his beloved wife, and after she finished circulating her internal energy, he leaned down and lightly kissed Yingying's cherry lips. Yingying responded passionately, and their tongues intertwined tightly for a long time before finally parting.

After a passionate kiss, Linghu Chong laughed, "My wife, the longer we practice this divine skill, the more seductive you become in bed. The sounds you made just now were truly... hehe."

Yingying blushed and pushed him away, saying, "I only did that because you made me practice that weird skill... and now you're making fun of me."

Linghu Chong quickly embraced Yingying, saying, "This Yi Jin Jing is a legitimate Xuanmen skill, how could it be some evil skill? My wife, since practicing this skill, I, Linghu Chong, have experienced the ultimate joy in the world, haven't you?"

Yingying nodded gently, saying, "Chonglang, haven't I felt the same way? Since practicing this skill with you, I..." As she spoke, Yingying lowered her head, burying it in Linghu Chong's arms, and whispered, "I've realized that so much of my time before was wasted. Chonglang, I just don't understand, this divine skill is clearly a Buddhist skill, why would it make us... make us..." At this moment, Yingying's voice was almost inaudible.

Linghu Chong smiled, placing his hands on Yingying's two beautiful breasts, gently caressing them as he said, "My wife, why worry so much? This divine skill can heal the foreign true energy within me without harming either of us. It can even improve our internal strength daily, so why fret? Besides..." Linghu Chong increased the pressure of his caresses on Yingying's breasts, "It allows us, husband and wife, to share the ultimate pleasure of union. How can such a thing be wrong?"

Yingying blushed, looking at her husband, and said, "You always have such filthy thoughts, Chonglang. To be honest, practicing with you... with you... is extremely... extremely blissful, but lately I've become more and more..." "The more...the less I can...sigh." Yingying said, patting Linghu Chong's chest heavily. "It's all your fault! How can I talk about this embarrassing thing!"
Linghu Chong laughed and said, "What exactly are you talking about, my wife? The less I can do it?"

Yingying pressed her burning face against Linghu Chong's face, her cherry lips close to his ear, and whispered, "Chonglang, your...that thing...it's getting bigger and bigger lately. I...I almost always let you...let you...I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it soon..." Yingying could be completely unrestrained when she was with Linghu Chong, but she was still shy at other times. She spoke these words intermittently, almost unable to finish.

Linghu Chong smiled at his beloved wife in his arms and said, "My wife, to be honest, I've noticed it too. Since I started practicing, my manhood has more than doubled in length and thickness, and it's still growing every day. Perhaps this is the miraculous effect of the Yi Jin Jing... But it's fortunate, otherwise how could I possibly handle you?"

Yingying blushed, but then her expression turned serious. She said, "Chonglang, I've been thinking about something these past few days, and I want to discuss it with you."

Seeing his wife's serious tone, Linghu Chong dared not tease her any longer and quickly asked, "What is it?"

Yingying said, "Chonglang, we've been living in seclusion at Plum Manor, practicing the Yi Jin Jing... divine skill. Although we don't envy the immortals, but... but the more powerful your skills become..." She glanced shyly at Linghu Chong's enormous member and continued, "Then... then..." "The more unbearable it is, the

better it is for now. But I'm afraid that one day I will make you, Chonglang, give...you give..." Linghu Chong tenderly kissed his beloved wife's ear and smiled, "My wife, are you blaming me for not being gentle enough? I will be gentler from now on."

Yingying shook her head and said, "Chonglang, I only want to make you happy, how could I blame you? I'm just afraid that one day my body will no longer be able to satisfy you...Besides...besides...I know you suffer a lot during my period every month."

Linghu Chong was silent. Indeed, after practicing the Yi Jin Jing, he felt unbearably hot if he didn't have sex for a day. Yingying suffered a lot during her period every month, but if they had sex during her period, it would greatly reduce their strength, so there was nothing he could do. Seeing his expression, Yingying continued, "Therefore, I thought I'd help you take a few concubines, Chonglang. Firstly, so you won't go hungry for a few days every month, and secondly... it would also be a way to share the burden..."

Linghu Chong was greatly surprised to hear this and looked at Yingying. He knew that Yingying was proud and arrogant. A year ago, even if he glanced at other women a few times, it would make her very unhappy. Why would she now advise him to take Xiaoxing as a concubine? It must be because her temperament had changed after practicing the divine skill. Although Linghu Chong was pleased, he dared not be too presumptuous in front of his beloved wife and quickly said, "What are you saying, my wife? We, as husband and wife, can discuss this further. Why think about such pointless things?"

Yingying chuckled and said, "Chonglang, do you really not want to?" Linghu Chong hesitated for a moment, then Yingying smiled and said, "Chonglang, since I've said it, I've already made up my mind. You don't need to worry about it. I'm doing this so that we can grow old together as husband and wife. Go ahead and do it, don't be afraid."

Linghu Chong then believed that his beloved wife wasn't just testing him, and he was both surprised and delighted. He pondered, "But where can I find someone right now?"

Yingying smiled and said, "Chonglang, you're young and charming; countless beautiful women in the world are after you." "He's completely infatuated... Isn't there someone right here? Junior Sister Yilin is young and beautiful, with a face like a fairy, and her love for you is as deep as the sea. Why don't we just let her return to secular life?"

Linghu Chong smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Junior Sister Yilin is the most devout of all, and she has received a great deal of kindness from her sect. To return to secular life, she needs her master's permission. Now that Master Dingxian has long since passed away, how can she return to secular life?" Yingying

nodded, pondered for a while, and suddenly laughed, "Chonglang, look how confused I am. That person has long been deeply in love with you, how come I can't remember her for a moment?"

"You mean..."

"Naturally, it's Leader Lan of the Five Immortals Sect. She once cut her blood to save you, and later, when she talked about your heroic spirit back then, she was deeply impressed."

Linghu Chong immediately recalled the charming appearance of Lan Fenghuang. Lan Fenghuang was a few years older than Yingying and slightly younger than Linghu Chong. She was known for her charming manner and was a famous beauty in the martial arts world. "But the Five Poisons Sect has such a terrible reputation, and this woman is covered in poisons. What ordinary man would dare to mess with her?" Linghu Chong hesitated, speechless.

Yingying knew what her husband was worried about and smiled, "Chonglang, don't worry. I know Sister Lan quite well, and I know her character very well. Don't let her appearance fool you. She often tells me that she uses poisons because she has no choice when traveling the martial world. If she meets a suitable husband, she will never touch those poisons again, even if it means giving up all her poison skills. And with her feelings for you, Chonglang, she will definitely be willing to be your concubine."

Linghu Chong was relieved. Seeing Yingying's excited expression, which was because she had found a suitable concubine for him, he felt grateful. He thought to himself, "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?" He laughed, "My wife, whatever you say is fine. That's all for the future. Right now, you're my only beloved wife. How about we continue practicing our skills?"

He then lay down on the bed, helped Yingying up, and had her straddle him. His penis found Yingying's beautiful opening, and the couple once again made love, filling the room with passion.

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The next day, Yingying sent a maid to Hangzhou to deliver a letter she had written herself to the followers of the Sun Moon Sect in Hangzhou, asking them to forward it to Lan Fenghuang in Yunnan. The letter didn't elaborate, only saying that they hadn't seen each other for years and that she missed her dearly, hoping she could come to Plum Manor for a reunion.

More than a month passed, and the messenger still hadn't returned. Linghu Chong was itching with anticipation, but considering the long journey to Yunnan, he had no choice but to wait. Fortunately, with Yingying's deliberate flattery, the couple immersed themselves in their desires day after day, which provided some solace.

One day, a carrier pigeon arrived with a message from a member of the Hangzhou branch of the Divine Cult. It turned out that after their marriage, Linghu Chong and Yingying were worried that someone from the cult might suddenly visit and catch them enjoying themselves at the manor, which would be disastrous. Therefore, Yingying had instructed the branch to keep carrier pigeons so that any messages could be sent first, and only after receiving a reply could they report back. Linghu Chong hurriedly unwrapped the note brought by the pigeon, only to be greatly disappointed. The note wasn't about Lan Fenghuang, but rather a message from the cult leader that someone from the main branch of the Divine Cult wanted to visit Plum Manor—someone Linghu Chong knew very well. Linghu Chong and Yingying were puzzled, thinking that Xiang Wentian wouldn't do anything pointless, so they replied, instructing the branch to send the guest over immediately.

Less than four hours after the pigeon flew away, they heard someone outside the manor requesting an audience. There were no servants at the gate of Plum Manor, so Linghu Chong and his wife personally opened the main gate to greet them. Leading the group was a branch leader of the Sun Moon Sect's Hangzhou branch, followed by two sedan chair bearers carrying a small blue cloth sedan chair; nothing else.

The branch leader, surnamed Mi, was in charge of liaison between Plum Manor and the branch. Recognizing Linghu Chong and his wife, he immediately knelt and bowed, saying, "Your subordinate, Mi Yiwen of the Hangzhou branch, pays respects to Leader Ren and Hero Linghu!" Yingying was the former leader of the Sun

Moon Sect; although she had stepped down, everyone in the sect still addressed her as "Leader." Yingying nodded, and Linghu Chong said to Branch Leader Mi, "Branch Leader Mi, no need for such formalities, please rise." Before stepping down, Yingying had abolished all the flattering phrases like "May you reign forever and unify the martial world" within the Sun Moon Sect. Mi Yiwen knew that Linghu Chong disliked servility, so after paying his respects to Yingying, he stood up.

"Master Mi, may I ask which member of the main altar wishes to see Linghu Chong?"

Mi Yiwen nodded and replied, "The main altar has ordered that I not speak further. The person inside the sedan chair will be immediately recognizable to Hero Linghu. Please forgive me for not speaking further; I will take my leave now." With that, he clasped his hands in a

gesture of respect, instructing the sedan chair bearers to lower it gently, and then bowed and took his leave. After he left, Linghu Chong and his wife looked at each other, unsure who was inside the sedan chair. Linghu Chong walked to the sedan chair, bowed, and said, "May I ask which friend from the main altar wishes to see Linghu Chong?"

The person inside did not answer. Linghu Chong waited for a while, growing impatient, and was about to lift the curtain when a faint voice suddenly came from inside: "Chong'er, is that you?"

Linghu Chong trembled violently, his mouth agape, staring blankly at the sedan chair. He had known this voice intimately since childhood; it was the voice of the person he respected most in the world!

"Master...Master...Master..." Linghu Chong stammered, unable to utter a single word. He knew all too well that the owner of that voice should have long since passed away.

The sedan curtain slowly opened, and a beautiful middle-aged woman, around forty years old, dressed in coarse gray cloth and with her hair tied up with a hairpin, slowly stepped out. Not only Linghu Chong, but even Yingying beside him was stunned! This beautiful woman was none other than Linghu Chong's master's wife, the wife of Yue Buqun, the former head of the Huashan Sect, who had already committed suicide, Ning Zhongze, the "Peerless Sword of the Ning Family"!

Madam Yue gracefully walked up to Linghu Chong and said with a smile, "Chong'er, don't you even recognize your master's wife?"
"Master...Master's wife! It's you!...Master's wife!" Linghu Chong saw it clearly; who else could it be but the master's wife who had raised him since childhood? He immediately burst into tears, his knees buckling as he knelt before Madam Yue.

Madam Yue hurriedly helped Linghu Chong up, saying, "Chong'er, get up quickly, let your master's wife see you..."
Linghu Chong raised his head, sobbing, "Master's wife, am I still dreaming? How...how..."

Madam Yue smiled through her tears, saying, "Chong'er, your master's wife is not dead...Heaven has mercy, we can still meet again!"

It turned out that on that day, Madam Yue learned that her husband had castrated himself to practice the Lin family's "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique." Heartbroken, she was taken advantage of by several elders of the Demonic Sect and kidnapped to the mouth of the valley. There, she witnessed Yue Buqun slandering Linghu Chong to cover up his castration. Her husband of half her life was such a person. Madam Yue was filled with despair, feeling that life was meaningless. She had married such a despicable and shameless man as Yue Buqun. If she didn't kill him, she would have no choice but to commit suicide. In a moment of madness, she took a dagger and cut her own throat. The dagger pierced her heart, and she died instantly.

In his grief, Linghu Chong buried her next to his daughter Yue Lingshan's grave, but there was nowhere to find a coffin in the valley. He could only bury her shallowly. Little did he know that although the sword wound to Madam Yue's heart had temporarily silenced her, she was not actually dead. After being unconscious for several hours, she awoke and struggled to sit up. Fortunately, the grave dug by Linghu Chong and his wife was extremely shallow, and Madam Yue, despite her severe injuries and weakness, was able to break free of the grave.
At that time, Linghu Chong and his wife, Yue Buqun, and the elders of the Demonic Sect had already left. Madam Yue, already severely injured, had struggled to escape the acupoint, greatly weakening her body. Unable to hold on any longer, she fainted again. Fortunately, by sheer coincidence, a woman soon passed through the valley and saw her lying on the ground. She came to check on
her. This woman was none other than the wife of the "murderous physician" Ping Yizhi, who had been ordered by Ping Yizhi to have the Six Immortals of Peach Valley protect Linghu Chong along the river. She recognized Madam Yue from that brief encounter. Ping Yizhi had died of grief and anger because he couldn't cure the foreign internal energy within Linghu Chong. Seeing Madam Yue on the verge of death, Madam Ping thought that this woman was Linghu Chong's master's wife, and if she could save her, it would be a comfort to her husband's spirit in heaven. Therefore, she pressed several major acupoints on Madam Yue's wounds, then carried her on her shoulder and took her back.

Although Madam Yue had temporarily escaped death, her injuries remained extremely severe. She remained unconscious for four months before regaining some consciousness. Madam Ping, whose medical skills were learned from her husband Ping Yizhi, was considered one of the best doctors of the time. Under her meticulous care, it took more than half a year for Madam Yue's injuries to improve slightly. However, Madam Yue's injury was to her heart meridian, and for her to fully recover, she needed Ping Yizhi's skillful technique of opening the chest and repairing the meridians, something Madam Ping was not capable of. Therefore, Madam Yue received treatment from Madam Ping for over a year, only recovering to normal last month. It was a pity that all the martial arts skills she had painstakingly honed throughout her life were now lost. Madam Ping also informed Madam Yue that her heart meridian was damaged, and after her husband's death, no one in the world could heal her injuries. That year, thanks to the various precious medicinal herbs she used to protect her heart meridian, the effects of the medicine had their limits. She could only extend her life by another six months. After six months, Madam Yue's heart meridian would surely break, and even if Hua Tuo were reborn or Bian Que were resurrected, they would be powerless to help.

Madam Yue smiled sadly and said that she was already a dead person, and that she had already been given a second chance at life this year. Moreover, she still had six months to live, so what regrets did she have? Madam Yue was kind and insightful. Madam Ping had spent the past few years with her and naturally became much closer to her. She asked her what she had to do in the next six months. Madam Yue pondered for a long time and said that her husband and daughter had all passed away. The only person she cared about in the world was her eldest disciple, Linghu Chong, whom she had raised since childhood and treated as her own son. She wanted to see him one last time before she died. Although Madam Ping was a member of the Sun Moon Cult, she knew little about the affairs of the martial world. She only knew that Linghu Chong had married Ren Yingying, the leader of the Sun Moon Cult, but she knew nothing about Yingying's resignation as leader and her seclusion with Linghu Chong at Plum Manor. Thinking that Linghu Chong, having married the leader, must be living on Blackwood Cliff, she hired a carriage and personally escorted Madam Yue to the Blackwood Cliff headquarters.

Upon arrival at Blackwood Cliff, members of the Sun Moon Cult informed their leader, Xiang Wentian. Xiang Wentian, knowing that Madam Yue was the person Linghu Chong respected most in the world, quickly ordered her escorted to Hangzhou, which led to today's events.

Linghu Chong had thought he and his master's wife were separated by death, never to meet again, and was overjoyed to see her again. He quickly welcomed her into Plum Manor. Once inside, Linghu Chong led Madam Yue into a room where she saw a memorial tablet inscribed with the names of her mentor Yue Buqun, her junior sister Yue Lingshan, and herself. Linghu Chong chuckled as he picked up Madam Yue's memorial tablet, saying, "Master's wife, how foolish I am! You've been living a perfectly good life these past few years, yet I've been offering sacrifices to you here every day."

Madam Yue sighed inwardly. She knew her husband, Yue Buqun, had schemed against Linghu Chong at every turn, and her daughter had been unfaithful to him before her death. She never imagined Linghu Chong would still hold them in such high esteem. After a pause, Madam Yue smiled broadly, "Silly child, there's no need to remove that tablet. I only have six months to live."

Linghu Chong was utterly shocked and quickly asked why. Madam Yue told Linghu Chong about her damaged heart meridian and the severity of her injuries. Linghu Chong also knew that only Ping Yizhi possessed the skill of transferring meridians and reversing blood flow. Now that Ping Yizhi was dead, and Madam Ping didn't know that divine art, no one could save his master's wife's injuries. Thinking that his master's wife only had six months to live, he couldn't help but cry again.

Madam Yue gently comforted him, saying that it was already a blessing from heaven that they, master and disciple, could spend another six months together; how could they ask for more? Linghu Chong then slowly stopped wailing.

He immediately went to Hangzhou to hire people to clean and renovate Plum Manor, and then vacated the main room where he and his wife had lived for Madam Yue to live in, while he and Yingying moved to the next room. The Hangzhou branch had already purchased all the clothing, furniture, and other necessities suitable for middle-aged women, and moved everything to Plum Manor. Madam Yue then settled into Plum Manor, wearing mourning clothes and a white flower in her hair every day, as if she were wearing mourning clothes for her husband. Although she despised Yue Buqun's character, they had been husband and wife for half a lifetime, and their affection remained. Besides, death is the end, and as his widow, Madam Yue could no longer hate him for all the evil deeds he had committed. Fortunately, Linghu Chong treated her like his own mother, paying his respects daily and visiting her from time to time to talk and relieve her boredom, so she was not lonely.

There was only one thing that Madam Yue could not say. It turned out that the sounds of Linghu Chong and Yingying's lovemaking every night could be faintly heard from Madam Yue's quarters, and it seemed to happen every single night. Madam Yue thought to herself that the young man was full of passion and had found such a beautiful woman like Yingying, so she couldn't blame him. She only wanted to remind him not to indulge in excessive sexual activity, lest he damage his vitality, but how could she say such a thing? She could only secretly scold Linghu Chong for not taking care of his body, thinking that she needed to find a time to have a proper talk with Yingying about this matter.

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Unbeknownst to her, Madam Yue had been staying at Plum Manor for a month. One day, Yingying was practicing her pair of "Water-Parting Moth Eyebrow" daggers in the courtyard, while Linghu Chong watched from the side, occasionally offering pointers. At this moment, a carrier pigeon flew in from the sky, bringing another message from the branch headquarters.

Yingying took the letter brought by the pigeon and couldn't help but beam with joy. He said, "Brother Chong, what a joyous occasion! It's you..." Before he could finish speaking, a person above him chuckled, "What joyous occasion is it now? It's just me." The voice was so gentle yet captivating. Linghu Chong looked up and saw a beautiful young woman standing gracefully. She wore a blue cotton shirt and trousers with white floral patterns, and an embroidered apron from her chest to her knees. The colors were vibrant and dazzling. She wore a pair of enormous gold earrings, each the size of a wine glass. She appeared to be around ten years old, with slightly yellowish skin and large, jet-black eyes. A colorful belt around her waist was blown forward by the wind, revealing two snow-white bare feet. Who else could it be but Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect?

As Lan Fenghuang spoke, her two bare feet exerted a little force, and she landed beside Linghu Chong and Yingying like a phoenix descending, bringing with her a refreshing fragrance. She smiled at Linghu Chong first, saying, "Brother, it's been a long time! How have you been?"

Linghu Chong smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond. Fortunately, Lan Fenghuang had already turned to face Yingying, knelt on one knee, and said, "Your subordinate, Lan Fenghuang of the Five Immortals Sect, greets the Holy Maiden!" The rules of the Sun Moon Sect were strict. Although Lan Fenghuang was on good terms with both Linghu Chong and Yingying, and could joke and laugh freely with Linghu Chong when they met, she dared not be disrespectful to the former sect leader, Yingying.

Yingying quickly helped Lan Fenghuang up, saying, "Sister Lan... there's no need for such formality. I'm no longer the leader of the Sun Moon Sect. We can just call each other sisters."

Lan Fenghuang beamed with joy, stood up, and said, "Holy Maiden, you flatter me. How could I dare to call you sister?"

Yingying laughed, "Alright, alright, you call him elder brother, but why can't you call me younger sister? Do you think there's any difference in our relationship?"

"Holy Maiden... this..." Lan Fenghuang and Linghu Chong were about the same age, around ten years old, and they had addressed each other as brother and sister since their first meeting on the river. She was naturally several years older than Yingying, but one was the Holy Maiden and former leader of the Sun Moon Sect, who once held the power of life and death over tens of thousands of members, while the other was merely the leader of a gang under the sect in Yunnan. Their statuses were too different, so how could she accept such an address?

"Alright, sister, do you know why my husband and I have asked you to come here?" Yingying said with a smile.

"I don't know either, I was just about to ask the Holy Maiden!" Lan Fenghuang replied with a smile.

Yingying glanced at Linghu Chong, a blush rising to her face, and laughed, "You should ask your Brother Linghu, he's the one who sent you."

Linghu Chong was greatly embarrassed and quickly said, "Sister, no, that's not true. We haven't seen each other for many years, how about we have a few drinks first?" He then welcomed Lan Fenghuang into the living room, and after a few cups of good wine, Yingying told Lan Fenghuang about their plans.

Lan Fenghuang was a Miao woman, and she didn't view matters of the heart as seriously as the Han people. Moreover, she practiced poison arts and often needed to have intercourse with men to expel the accumulated toxins in her body. Furthermore, since meeting Linghu Chong several years ago, she had secretly fallen for him, but because he was the beloved of the Holy Maiden, she dared not presume to take advantage of him. Now, hearing Yingying's words, she was offered a lifetime of companionship with Linghu Chong. Although it meant she would have to be second to Xiaoxing, she was not a virgin and didn't value the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children as much as the Han people, so she was naturally overjoyed and readily agreed.

Linghu Chong was truly delighted and rushed to the backyard to inform Madam Yue of his plan to take a concubine.
Although Madam Yue found Lan Fenghuang alluring and her reputation for promiscuity widespread, she felt she was not a good match for Linghu Chong. However, seeing Linghu Chong's joyful expression, she couldn't bear to spoil his mood and nodded with a smile, agreeing to the arrangement.

So Yingying directed several maids to go to town and buy some festive items. That very day, she tidied up Plum Manor. Although it wasn't extravagant, the decorations and lanterns created a festive atmosphere. People of the martial world naturally didn't care about auspicious dates. Since it was a concubine's marriage, there was no need for the traditional six rites. That very evening, Lan Fenghuang, dressed in a green silk gown, was carried into Plum Manor through a side gate in a sedan chair. Linghu Chong thus gained another concubine. After the ceremony, Madam Yue went back to her room to rest. Yingying escorted Linghu Chong and Lan Fenghuang to their bridal chamber, closed the door with a smile, and led the maids to tidy up.

The next day, Yingying got up early and went to Linghu Chong's room, pushing the door open. She saw Linghu Chong, shirtless, still fast asleep, while Lan Fenghuang, wearing a green bodice, her voluptuous figure fully revealed, was gazing at Linghu Chong with affection.

Yingying chuckled softly, startling Lan Fenghuang. Only then did she see Yingying walk in. She hurriedly tried to get up to greet her, but as soon as she moved, she saw Yingying frown and cry out, "Ouch!"

"Sister!" Yingying said with a smile, "But last night, your husband didn't know how to cherish you, and... he... he hurt you?"

Even though Lan Fenghuang was unrestrained and bold, she blushed immediately after Yingying's words and said shyly, "Holy Aunt is joking..."

"Sister, since we've both married Chonglang, why are we still talking about being a Holy Aunt or not?"

"Well... well..." Although Lan Fenghuang was Miao, she was quite Han Chinese and knew that Han people valued etiquette the most. "Madam..."

Yingying chuckled and said, "Sister, why are you so formal with those ordinary people? You call me Madam, but do you expect me to call him Master from now on?" She pointed at Linghu Chong and said, "Our husband, the sect leader, the leader of the sect, can do everything, but he just doesn't act like a Master at all."

This made Lan Fenghuang laugh as well. Yingying sat down and took her hand, saying, "Sister, from now on we'll address each other as sisters. Since you're a few years older than me, you're naturally the older sister."

Having been Yingying's subordinate for many years, Lan Fenghuang, burdened by her authority, couldn't easily accept this form of address. Yingying had to coax her before she finally managed to utter, "Younger sister."

At that moment, Linghu Chong suddenly rolled over, embracing both Yingying and Fenghuang in his arms, shouting, "Since we're sisters, why don't you come with your husband to ascend to heaven together?"

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Meanwhile, since taking Lan Fenghuang as his concubine, Linghu Chong had been riding high. Lan Fenghuang was incredibly charming and experienced in bed, offering a different kind of pleasure compared to Yingying. Having secretly loved Linghu Chong for years, she finally got her wish and naturally served him with utmost care and pleasure. Having acquired a body full of poisonous skills, Lan Fenghuang abandoned all the poisons she had carried with her for years after entering Plum Manor. Although she still possessed internal energy, the effects of her cultivation were greatly diminished without the aid of poisons. Linghu Chong also passed on some of his Yi Jin Jing skills to her. After Lan Fenghuang practiced, although her poisonous skills gradually diminished, her internal strength increased steadily. However, after this ordeal, she inevitably experienced a surge in libido, just like Yingying. The two women were constantly at Linghu Chong's beck and call, and Plum Manor was filled with endless nights of passion.

Although Linghu Chong enjoyed the blessings of having two women and lived a life of bliss, as winter turned to spring, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sadness. Five months had passed since Madam Yue arrived at Plum Manor, and counting the days, there was only one month left until the day Madam Ping had mentioned her passing. Madam Yue, however, was quite open-minded. She often told Linghu Chong that since she had already died once, she had seen through the nature of life and death and told him not to worry about it. But for Linghu Chong to reach such a level was no easy feat. Whenever he thought of his master's wife's impending death, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, though he dared not show it in front of Madam Yue.

Yingying and Lan Fenghuang were both exceptionally intelligent women, and they naturally noticed their husband's obvious worry. Unfortunately, Yingying was unfamiliar with medicine,

and Lan Fenghuang, aside from her skill with poisons, had only mediocre medical knowledge. Although both wanted to alleviate their husband's worries, they were powerless to help. Madam Yue, however, remained composed, showing no sign of her impending death. Besides talking with Linghu Chong, she spent her time idly with Yingying and Fenghuang. Having already lost her husband and daughter, Madam Yue had long since lost all attachment to the world, but her words sometimes betrayed her lingering affection for Linghu Chong, which Yingying and Fenghuang found heartbreaking.

During this time, Lan Fenghuang had the Five Poisons Sect's secret medical texts delivered to Plum Manor, which she studied day and night. Madam Yue's injury was to her heart meridian. It was already a miracle that she had survived for several years under Madam Ping's skillful care. The Five Poisons Sect's medical techniques were completely different from those of the Central Plains, but the various strange and evil poisons recorded within were utterly useless against such a severe injury. Until this day, when Lan Fenghuang was flipping through some records appended to the medical book, she suddenly cried out, as if she had gained some insight.
This part, recorded outside the Five Poisons Sect's medical canon, was no longer her sect's own medical text, but rather a collection of strange methods from other sects, recorded by predecessors to supplement the sect's own. One of these was written by a senior who had traveled to Tibet and India, and it recorded the Shakti school of medicine prevalent in India. This school worshipped goddesses, and its members believed that the union of men and women was the fundamental driving force of the universe, a concentrated expression of wisdom and power. The sect had many methods for achieving spiritual liberation, supreme bliss, and even longevity through sexual intercourse and dual cultivation. The elder of the Five Poisons Sect was not entirely clear on the methods of the Sexual Power School, which used sexual pleasure to achieve enlightenment. However, he had recorded several extraordinary techniques for healing severe injuries through intercourse. One of these techniques described how to achieve perfect union between a man and a woman through sexual intercourse, thereby regulating the meridians and healing severe injuries. However, this method required both partners to possess a skill in regulating the flow of Qi and blood, a skill entirely different from the Five Poisons Sect's poison techniques and even the internal energy of the martial arts world. Even the elder who recorded it could not master it, which is why no one in the Five Poisons Sect had been able to use this method for hundreds of years.
Lan Fenghuang showed this record to Linghu Chong and Yingying, and after reading it, the two looked at each other in bewilderment. After pondering for a long time, Yingying said to Linghu Chong, "Chonglang, in my opinion, the methods recorded in this book are quite related to the Yi Jin Jing we practice."

Seeing Linghu Chong's silent contemplation, Yingying continued, "Shaolin Kung Fu is a Buddhist skill, and Buddhism originated in India. It's not surprising that Buddhist skills are exactly the same as the methods of the Xingli school."

In fact, Yingying didn't know that the Great Joy Divine Skill in the Yi Jin Jing is also known as the Dual Body Method, and in Tibetan Tantric Buddhism it is called the Action Mudra, the Divination Method, the Secret Great Joy Meditation, etc. This method originated from the Xingli school's practice. "Chonglang, I think the skills recorded in this book, the so-called 'shifting meridians and controlling qi,' aren't they just the Yi Jin Jing we practice?" Linghu Chong
was surprised. When he looked closely at the records, he found that the methods of shifting meridians and controlling qi were indeed very similar to the Yi Jin Jing. "This...this..." He was overjoyed. If the records in this book were correct, as long as he taught the Yi Jin Jing to his master's wife and practiced it according to the method, the injury to his master's wife's heart meridian could be cured!

But a moment later, a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. Teaching Madam Yue the Yi Jin Jing wasn't difficult; the real challenge was the healing method. It required both the man and woman to have practiced the skill before engaging in joint cultivation for it to be effective. Now that Yue Buqun was dead, who in the world could perform this method with Madam Yue? Furthermore, according to the book, the recipient only needed to know some basic techniques of meridian shifting, but the healer needed extremely profound Yi Jin Jing skills. In the world today, besides the Shaolin monks who had studied the Yi Jin Jing for a long time, only Linghu Chong possessed such skill.

Thinking of this, Linghu Chong couldn't help but shed tears. He had been racking his brains these past few days, trying to find a way to save his master's wife's life. He had finally found a clear path, but it was an absolutely impassable, dead end!

Yingying and Fenghuang naturally knew why he was crying. They exchanged a glance and remained silent.
"Sister, is the record in your book absolutely reliable?" After a long while, Yingying slightly raised her eyebrows and asked Lan Fenghuang.

Lan Fenghuang nodded without hesitation and said, "The records in my sect's scriptures have been proven accurate for thousands of years, without any error."

Yingying thought for a moment, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "Chonglang, it depends on your decision. There is only one way to save your master's wife's life, and since I said this method is absolutely foolproof, then as long as you are willing, your master's wife's injuries can definitely be healed."

Linghu Chong turned his head in astonishment and looked at Yingying, saying, "You mean...you mean...you want me to..."
Yingying nodded firmly: "There is no other way."

"This...this...absolutely not!" Linghu Chong said decisively.

"Chonglang!" Yingying said softly, "If there were any other way, this would be absolutely unacceptable, but now that your master's wife only has a few days left to live, we have no other choice. If we don't do this, we can only watch her die!" She paused and said, "I know that neither you nor your master's wife want to do this, but the difference between her life and death lies in your decision..." "

I...I..." Linghu Chong, standing before his two beautiful wives, was already in tears. "My master's wife has been so kind to me, I absolutely cannot...I absolutely cannot watch her die! But...but...this...this...how can I, Linghu Chong

, do such a beastly thing!" "Chonglang, you have always been carefree. How can you care so much about worldly matters?" Yingying, after all, came from the Demonic Sect. As a member of the Demonic Sect, her views on these lewd matters were different from those of the righteous path. "Besides, we live in Plum Manor, detached from worldly affairs. As long as we can save Master's wife, why bother..."

"Yingying is absolutely right," Lan Fenghuang chimed in. "Husband, such things are common in the border regions of our Miao people. After saving Master's wife, if you don't want to stay here for long, we can move there and live in seclusion."
Linghu Chong looked at his two beautiful wives. He always acted according to his own whims, far from being a rigid and upright gentleman. However, despite his unrestrained lifestyle, he held great importance on righteousness and justice. Having suffered hardship since childhood, he always regarded Madam Yue as his mother. How could he possibly engage in sexual relations with her? But the situation forced him to do so; otherwise, Madam Yue's life would be in danger. This was truly a huge dilemma that left him with no choice!

However, after years of practicing the Yi Jin Jing and being influenced day and night by the "Great Joy Divine Skill," Linghu Chong's views on matters between men and women had unknowingly changed considerably. The relationship between men and women is a natural law; as long as it doesn't harm others, even close relatives can engage in sexual relations. This idea had gradually seeped into his mind and body. "Since there's a chance of life, I absolutely cannot let my master's wife pass away!" After thinking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Linghu Chong gritted his teeth and said heavily, "As long as I can save my master's wife, even if it means falling into the path of beasts, I won't hesitate. Yingying, tomorrow we will teach my master's wife the power of the Yi Jin Jing!"

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After dawn, Linghu Chong, Yingying, and Phoenix met with Madam Yue. Yingying told Madam Yue about a method she had found in an ancient book—that by practicing an internal energy cultivation technique, she could heal her heart meridian injury. Madam Yue smiled faintly. These past few days had left her heart like withered wood, knowing her days were numbered, and she was simply waiting for that moment to arrive. She had long since given up hope of a cure.

However, Lan Fenghuang claimed that this method was recorded in her sect's scriptures and was incredibly effective. Madam Yue had always known that the Five Poisons Sect's skill in using poison was unparalleled, but she didn't know they also had the ability to heal. She was hesitant to believe it, but Linghu Chong and the others spoke with absolute certainty, saying that as long as one practiced this skill, one would definitely be cured. This made Madam Yue unable to disbelieve it.

So they found a quiet room, and Linghu Chong orally transmitted some introductory techniques from the Yi Jin Jing to Madam Yue. Then Linghu Chong withdrew, and Yingying and Fenghuang accompanied Madam Yue as they practiced this divine skill. Madam Yue was a member of the Huashan Qi Sect, whose training emphasized internal energy cultivation. Years ago, Yue Su and Cai Zifeng of the Huashan Sect borrowed the *Sunflower Manual* from Abbot Hongye of the Shaolin Temple in Putian, Fujian. They agreed to each memorize half of the manual, but later discovered their interpretations were completely contradictory. Cai Zifeng focused on techniques and became the founder of the Sword Sect, while Yue Su became the founder of the Qi Sect. Therefore, much of the Huashan Sect's Qi cultivation originated from fragments of the *Sunflower Manual* memorized by Yue Su, leaning towards Taoist practices, quite different from the Buddhist Yi Jin Jing. Fortunately, Madam Yue, having suffered severe injuries and lost all her internal energy—similar to Linghu Chong's loss of internal strength after his injuries—made it easier for her to cultivate this divine skill. Linghu Chong only taught her some introductory techniques, and given Madam Yue's existing foundation in internal energy cultivation, it was not difficult for her.

After more than ten days, Madam Yue's internal energy had not improved, but she had made some progress in the Meridian Shifting Technique. Yingying taught her how to shift meridians and gather qi. Madam Yue tried it a few times and felt that although she still couldn't gather internal energy after shifting her meridians, the occasional feeling of unease in her heart had been swept away. One day, she was overjoyed and told Yingying that this method might really heal her heart meridian injury. Yingying smiled and told her to rest assured, saying that the method recorded by the Five Immortals Sect was definitely not wrong, and that she should focus on practicing and a full recovery would be expected.

However, there was one thing that Madam Yue could not tell Yingying openly. That was that since she started practicing this Meridian Shifting Technique, her body had undergone some subtle changes without her realizing it. At first, she thought this was just a natural result of practicing, but in the past few days, she increasingly felt that this was completely different from her experience when she practiced the Huashan internal energy. When practicing this internal energy cultivation, the effects weren't noticeable during the day. However, with West Lake bathed in the vibrant springtime light, the sight of the blooming flowers and trees in Plum Manor stirred a ripple in her heart. But at night, after parting from Linghu Chong and his wife, and returning to her room alone with the door closed, she felt a strange sensation emanating from her dantian, slowly spreading throughout her body. This made her restless and agitated, as if a fire was burning in her chest—a feeling she couldn't quite describe.

Madam Yue was renowned for her dignified elegance. After marrying Yue Buqun many years ago, as the wife of the Huashan Sect leader, she spent her days practicing martial arts and swordsmanship, caring for her husband, and teaching her disciples, with few other pastimes. Although Yue Buqun was a hypocrite, what he sought was power and martial arts, and he was extremely indifferent to women. He and his wife rarely found pleasure in bed. Later, after Yue Buqun practiced the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique," the couple had no possibility of intimacy. Therefore, his wife's heart had long since become as still as a well, and she had long since cast aside matters of love and intimacy. It was precisely for this reason that when she suddenly realized that desire was rising within her, she was not only ashamed and angry, but also constantly berated herself for having such inappropriate thoughts at such a young age.

That's what she thought, but as the night grew deeper, the restlessness within her became uncontrollable. The fragrance of flowers wafting in from outside the window only added to Madam Yue's unease. She reluctantly changed her clothes and lay down on the bed, but tossed and turned. Just then, she faintly heard the sounds of women's lewd moans. Though the sounds were low, in the stillness of the night, if one listened carefully, one could clearly hear Yingying and Lan Fenghuang's moans in bed. Occasionally, she could even hear Linghu Chong's panting and the creaking of his teeth... Madam Yue clenched her teeth, her hands unconsciously gripping the brocade quilt tightly. The heat within her body grew increasingly intense, and her nostrils began to flare...

She listened for a good half hour, and only when the sounds from the other side finally subsided did Madam Yue breathe a sigh

of relief. She then discovered she was covered in sweat, her fingers gripping the brocade quilt so tightly that ten clear finger marks were visible, almost tearing it. She got up and drank a large cup of cold water, which seemed to calm the fire in her chest somewhat. However, as she moved, she felt a chill in her lower body. Madam Yue untied her skirt and blushed deeply—her genitals were soaked with moisture; a great deal of vaginal fluid had unknowingly flowed out, completely drenching her skirt.

After changing into a clean skirt, she lay back down on the bed. Madam Yue stared at the bright moon outside the window, her heart churning with turmoil; how could she possibly fall asleep? Although there was no sound from Linghu Chong's room, Madam Yue could still seem to hear the sounds of lovemaking that had stirred her so deeply… Chong'er, Chong'er… She couldn't help but think of Linghu Chong's dashing smile and tall, upright figure…

Absolutely not! Suddenly, a voice exploded in Madam Yue's mind like a thunderclap. How could she have harbored such lewd thoughts? She found it unbelievable! She

couldn't sleep now. Madam Yue suddenly remembered stories she had heard: about virtuous widows in their prime who, during the warm spring months, would lie awake all night, touching the blue bricks on the floor of their rooms, counting them one by one. Thinking of this, she quickly got up and touched the bricks as well. A cool sensation spread through her palms, and her body heat subsided somewhat. So this was how those chastity arches were earned! Thinking of the decades of lonely nights, Madam Yue shuddered. How could she possibly endure this?

That night passed in restless tossing and turning. The next day, upon seeing Linghu Chong and his wife, Madam Yue felt her cheeks flush and felt somewhat embarrassed. After Linghu Chong greeted her as usual, Yingying, along with Lan Fenghuang, took Madam Yue to practice her martial arts.

"Master's wife," Yingying said softly, her hands touching Madam Yue's, exchanging energy and circulating her qi throughout her body. "You have already mastered the basics of the Meridian Transfer Technique. From now on, you only need to practice step by step. Not only will your heart meridian injury be healed, but your internal strength will also be much stronger than before!"

Madam Yue practiced her breathing exercises and was very happy. Although she still couldn't condense her internal energy, the smooth flow of true qi after the Meridian Transfer was an obvious fact. Having practiced martial arts all her life, she was an outstanding figure in the Qi Sect of the Huashan School and naturally an expert in internal energy cultivation. She knew that although her strength had not yet recovered, she was on the right path, and Yingying's words were not untrue.

"I've already disregarded matters of life and death," Madam Yue said with a faint smile. "What do I care about the strength of my skills?" Thinking of the timeline Madam Ping had predicted, her death was only five days away. "Whether this technique can heal my heart meridian injury depends on these next few days."

Yingying and Lan Fenghuang exchanged a glance and smiled mysteriously. They both knew that Madam Yue's mastery of the Yi Jin Jing was only the first step. The key was for Linghu Chong to use the Indian Xingli school's methods to cultivate with Madam Yue in a dual cultivation, which would heal her severe heart meridian injury. Now that Madam Yue's skills were complete, everything was ready for healing; only the final push was needed.

Madam Yue, seeing their mysterious smiles, was bewildered. A great question lingered in her mind: the various reactions her body experienced after practicing the technique. But how could she ask such a shameful question in front of her disciple's wives and concubines? Madam Yue hesitated for a long time, still unable to find the words, and had no choice but to give up.

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"Ah...husband...ah...ah...I'm dying...ah...husband..." Lan Fenghuang's moans could be clearly heard through the cracks in the wood in the quiet night.

"Chonglang...faster...faster...Yingying...ah..." The moans were now from Yingying, her voice not as high-pitched as Lan Fenghuang's, but more melodious.

Madam Yue pressed her ears tightly to the floor, one hand unconsciously rubbing her chest. Although she knew this was absolutely wrong, ever since she first eavesdropped on Linghu Chong's erotic sounds in his room a few days ago, she had been unable to control herself. Even during her daytime training, she looked forward to this moment at night.
She untied her long bodice and placed it on the bed, Madam Yue's pair of white and exquisite breasts constantly changing shape under her own rubbing. By this time, the moans from the cubicle had blended together, making it impossible to distinguish whether they came from Yingying or Fenghuang. Then came the two women's wails, followed by heavy, labored breathing...

Helplessly shifting her body away from the bed, Madam Yue slowly lay down on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, her teeth clenched. One hand continued to pinch her erect nipple, while the other slowly slipped under her skirt... It was already soaked from listening to the moans earlier. As soon as Madam Yue's two long fingers touched her labia, she felt a chill run down her spine.

"Ah..." Her long middle and index fingers gently parted her labia, slowly reaching into her barren vagina, untouched by a man for years. After her first act of self-pleasure with her fingers the night before, Madam Yue had vowed never to do such a shameful thing again. But the past two nights, her burning body had defied her control. Once there was a first time, there was a second, and then another...

The middle-aged beauty's tight vagina relentlessly devoured her fingers, section by section, until finally, though long, they reached their limit. Madam Yue took a deep breath, her fingers moving gently, thrusting in and out of her mature vagina.

"Chong'er... Chong'er..." In Madam Yue's mind, a tall, handsome young man lay on top of her, tenderly kissing her red lips. Throughout her life, she had only ever had Yue Buqun as a man, but the one appearing in her sexual fantasies now was not her husband of many years, but her beloved disciple whom she had watched grow up.

"Chong'er... my dearest master's wife..." Madam Yue was lost in a dreamlike state of pleasure during her masturbation.
These past few nights, eavesdropping on Linghu Chong's encounters with his wives and concubines had fueled her heightened desires after practicing the Yi Jin Jing, leading her to harbor intense fantasies about Linghu Chong, the only man in Plum Manor. During the day, when she was rational and aware that he was her disciple, Madam Yue couldn't help but feel deeply guilty. But when her desires reached their peak at night, she couldn't help but fantasize about Linghu Chong holding her burning body, satisfying her with his powerful manhood...

In her hazy state, Linghu Chong, lying on top of her, did exactly as she wished, his mouth forcefully sucking on her red lips. Their tongues met, and the scent of a young man filled her senses. Madam Yue's mind went blank, and her hands unconsciously reached up to embrace Linghu Chong's neck.

"Master's wife... master's wife..." Linghu Chong murmured on top of her, tasting her fragrant tongue as his whole body seemed to tremble.

In her dream, being gently kissed by her disciple, Madam Yue's pent-up desire of the past few days could no longer be suppressed. Since it was a dream, everything was just a mirage… Madam Yue thought to herself, and suddenly she clung to Linghu Chong, “Chong’er… give it to your master… master… ah… I want you…”

She didn't know when, but her skirt had been pulled down to the side, and Linghu Chong, whom she was entwined with, was also completely naked. As they clung together, Madam Yue's wet, lustful vulva pressed against Linghu Chong's erect penis. Both of their genitals felt a burning heat, and the sparse, long pubic hair on Madam Yue's vulva, wet with her juices, rubbed incessantly against Linghu Chong's lower abdomen.
What a wonderful dream this was! Madam Yue kept her eyes tightly closed, afraid that something might disturb this beautiful and sensual dream. As the two were locked in a fierce struggle, Linghu Chong's thick, long, and incredibly hard penis finally, after a struggle, pushed open Madam Yue's thin labia and entered her vagina, following the constant flow of her vaginal fluid.

"Ah..." Even though it was a dream, the taboo and humiliation of being penetrated by her disciple's penis was enough to send goosebumps down Madam Yue's spine. This sensation, coupled with the real pain and pleasure of her vagina being forced open by the large penis, seemed to remind her that this was more than just a simple erotic dream...

Madam Yue shook her head, seemingly trying to stop herself from thinking further. This was definitely a dream; otherwise, how could she have done such a thing with her disciple...?

"Master's wife... I... ah..." Linghu Chong gasped, whispering in her ear, "Master's wife, it feels so good!" His penis was deeply embedded in Madam Yue's vagina, almost to the hilt. The large glans had reached the forbidden zone deep within her vagina, a place never before touched, and she could almost feel the suction from her cervix. Linghu Chong gently twisted his waist, slowly rotating his penis. Beads of sweat, large as beans, slid down Madam Yue's forehead with his rotation, her delicate brows furrowed, her cherry lips slightly parted, revealing her alluring charm.

"Chong'er, Chong'er..." Madam Yue involuntarily began to sway her pink buttocks. Before, when she was with Yue Buqun, she always lay passively, never daring to make any other movements. But now, in her dream, she was making love with her disciple, and she subconsciously let go, pursuing an even more intense pleasure.

Linghu Chong gently thrust in and out hundreds of times, feeling his scalp tingle. His master's wife, whom he had always revered like a goddess, was now swaying her mature and beautiful body with his thrusts. The earth-shattering trembling of her vagina made his penis as hard as an iron rod. His burning penis pressed against her tight vagina, the pleasurable sensation making them both feel as if they had flown to paradise.

Without the need for frenzied, torrential thrusting, Madam Yue had already reached an extreme climax. A gush of vaginal fluid spurted from her cervix. "Ah...ah...Chong'er...Master's wife...Master's wife...I can't take it anymore..." she said weakly, tightly embracing Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong was already on the verge of ejaculation. His penis, aimed at the direction from which Madam Yue's vaginal fluid was flowing, thrust forward one last time, the glans firmly embedded in the tender flesh of her cervix. With a roar, thick semen gushed from his urethra. He shuddered, collapsing weakly onto Madam Yue, both breathing heavily. Madam Yue

stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind a jumbled mess. She wasn't an innocent girl; what had just happened was real. At this moment, she knew she wasn't dreaming. She had truly done something utterly unforgivable with her disciple, whom she considered her own son!

"Chong'er, why…" Madam Yue's hand rested weakly on Linghu Chong's back as she whispered. At this moment, for some reason, she felt neither the intense anguish of someone who had committed a grave mistake, nor many other thoughts. Perhaps it was the changes in her body since practicing the Yi Jin Jing, coupled with the eavesdropping on her disciple's sexual activities these past few nights, that had fostered a certain longing within her.

"Master's wife..." Linghu Chong's voice choked with sobs. He looked up at Madam Yue, two streams of tears already flowing down his face. "Disciple...disciple...disciple has no other way! If not for this, Master's wife, your injuries will..." As he spoke, he slowly revealed that only the Yi Jin Jing combined with the techniques of the Sexual Power School could heal Madam Yue's injuries. Only then did Madam Yue understand why she had become so lustful these past few days—it was because of practicing the Yi Jin Jing.

"A tragedy! A tragedy!..." Madam Yue murmured. After seeing through Yue Buqun's true colors, she had lost all will to live and had attempted suicide to find release, but unexpectedly, Madam Ping had saved her life. Having narrowly escaped death, she understood the preciousness of life even more. However, knowing her life hung in the balance these past few years, she had to accept the nature of life and death. Since learning that practicing the Yi Jing technique could heal her heart meridian injury, her will to live had unknowingly grown stronger. She never imagined that this healing would ultimately lead her and her disciple to this point…

“Master’s wife, I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure to heal your heart meridian injury! If there is divine retribution, I am willing to bear it all, even unto death!” Linghu Chong wiped away his tears and said loudly.

“Silly disciple, if there is divine retribution, it will be for this unlucky person like me.” Madam Yue gently stroked Linghu Chong’s eyes, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes. “You were determined to save my life, what's wrong with that? It's just that you've suffered this hardship.”

“Master’s wife, what are you saying? I…” Linghu Chong wanted to argue, but for a moment he didn’t know how to say it.
Madam Yue sighed softly, gazing at the bright moon outside the window, her heart churning. She was a courageous and resolute heroine, her character far surpassing that of ordinary women. Now that the die was cast, she naturally began to think of a solution. "Chong'er," Madam Yue blushed, asking, "You said...that sexual energy-based therapy, is it...is it...is it only needed once...once..."

Linghu Chong's face also flushed, and he stammered, "The book says this method requires...requires seven consecutive days to...to be complete..."

Madam Yue lowered her head deeply. So this method required her and Linghu Chong to do that...for seven consecutive days...

Linghu Chong's mind was also in turmoil. Just now, when he and Madam Yue were intimate, his emotions were too turbulent, and he hadn't used the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) to heal Madam Yue as described in the book. At this moment, he grasped Madam Yue's hand tenderly and whispered, "Master's wife, things have come to this. From now on, your disciple wishes... wishes..." In his heart, he had always revered Madam Yue as a mother, but now that they had consummated their marriage, he wanted to say that he would treat Madam Yue as his wife from now on, but how could he say it for the moment?

Madam Yue glanced at Linghu Chong. She had raised Linghu Chong since he was a child, and it could be said that no one in the world, including Yingying, understood Linghu Chong better than her. Seeing his urgent tone and burning eyes, how could Madam Yue not know what he wanted to say? She couldn't help but sigh, saying, "How could I possibly be worthy of being your master's wife? The title 'master's wife' is no longer necessary." She paused, then gently stroked Linghu Chong's cheek, saying, "Chong'er, I know your feelings… but even if the two of us could… could… what would your wives and concubines think of me?"

"Master…" Linghu Chong abruptly stopped himself from saying "mother," saying, "There's no need to worry about that. Yingying and Fenghuang both know about this. As long as master's wife is willing, we can live together in this Plum Manor from now on, absolutely… absolutely not…" Seeing that

Linghu Chong still couldn't change his address to her after so many years, Madam Yue smiled and said, "I never imagined my Chong'er had such ability, to make the former Miss Ren and the Great Master Lan so subservient to you." These words made Linghu Chong embarrassed, and he could only scratch his head and chuckle awkwardly.

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the next seven days, Linghu Chong visited Madam Yue's room every night, and the two engaged in passionate lovemaking, using the sexual energy methods described in the Five Poisons Sect's manual to heal their injuries. After seven days, realizing that the time set by Madam Ping had long passed, and Madam Yue was still unharmed, Yingying led her to several renowned doctors in Hangzhou. They all said Madam Yue had no injuries whatsoever, indicating she was undoubtedly fully recovered.

After practicing the Yi Jin Jing, Madam Yue's constitution had completely changed. Like Yingying and Lan Fenghuang, she had become extremely lustful. Once she and Linghu Chong broke the taboo, even in the secluded Plum Manor, she couldn't bear to be apart from him for a moment. After discussion, Madam Yue refused to let Linghu Chong call her "Master's Wife" anymore, saying that since Yue Buqun was dead, she herself had already died once, and all past events should be let go. From then on, there was no longer a Madam Yue, only the former Ning Zhongze.

Plum Manor on Lonely Mountain has been closed to visitors for many years. Anyone wishing to visit Linghu Chong and his wife must do so through a messenger letter from the Hangzhou branch of the Sun Moon Sect. As this place is a sacred site of the martial world, uninvited guests dare not approach. Therefore, Plum Manor is essentially a secluded paradise inhabited only by Linghu Chong's family. Living in such a place, the group unconsciously felt a sense of detachment from the world, realizing that the world's complexities had little to do with them. Since they were no longer of this world, why should they concern themselves with so many worldly entanglements?

Linghu Chong enjoyed the best of luck with women in this place, with a thousand beautiful women by his side day and night: his wife, Ren Yingying, was the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, with unparalleled beauty; his concubine, Lan Fenghuang, was the former leader of the Five Poisons Sect, renowned for her beauty; and his former master's wife, Ning Zhongze, was dignified and extraordinary. Among these women, Ning Zhongze, though without official status, had spent the most time with Linghu Chong and held a superior position in his heart. Given her age and established authority, both Yingying and Fenghuang implicitly respected her as an elder.

Ning Zhongze had always treated Linghu Chong like a son, and although they were now husband and wife, she naturally still cherished him like a beloved child. Since both Yingying and Lan Fenghuang listened to her, they established rules: on the 6th day of the month, Linghu Chong would spend the night in Yingying's room; on the 6th day, Lan Fenghuang would serve him; and she herself would only consummate her relationship with Linghu Chong on the 9th day. This plan would prevent Linghu Chong from going too far in his conquests and would also greatly benefit the four of them in terms of skill development.

However, even the best plan needs to be adapted. After practicing the Yi Jin Jing, the four of them had extraordinary physical constitutions. Even with Linghu Chong engaging in intercourse once a day, he still found it difficult to endure. How much more so for the women, who would each have to endure ten days before they could enjoy a single night of pleasure? And what about Yingying and Fenghuang, who had long since become accustomed to their wanton behavior with Linghu Chong and their shared bed?

Therefore, Linghu Chong proposed that on the first and fifteenth days of each month, as well as on festive days, the women would come to his room for the four of them to enjoy intercourse together. Ning Zhongze initially refused, but she couldn't resist Linghu Chong's earnest words, and after experiencing the ecstasy of intercourse herself, she also found it difficult to endure the torment of only being able to have intercourse once every ten days. In the end, she had no choice but to agree.
The moon shone brightly that night. In late spring, a cool breeze blew along the shores of West Lake. Inside Plum Manor, hundreds of late-blooming plum trees, including the Pavilion Plum and the Reflecting Water Plum, still exuded fragrance. The night outside the window was poetic, the spring scenery intoxicating. Inside Linghu Chong's room, a similar scene of boundless spring beauty unfolded, no less

captivating than the view outside. On the bed, four people lay naked, the women displaying exceptional beauty and alluring charm. Linghu Chong embraced one woman on each side, admiring their different exquisite figures, his joy needing no further explanation.

His beloved wife, Ren Yingying, was a nineteen-year-old girl when Linghu Chong first met her. Now, seven years later, Yingying's youthful beauty had not diminished in the slightest; instead, she possessed the irresistible allure of a mature woman. Her snow-white, slender body lay on the bed like a jade sculpture, vibrant and alluring. Her naturally beautiful face, with its slightly upturned red lips, exuded a captivating charm. Her large, clear eyes, when looking at Linghu Chong, were moist and watery, as if holding a blazing fire within them, utterly seductive. Her breasts, each a perfect handful, were high and firm, rising and falling with her breath, enough to ignite the desire of any man. A slit in her pubic hair, partially hidden, seemed to beckon Linghu Chong to explore that divine realm.

His concubine, Lan Fenghuang, was about the same age as Linghu Chong, at the peak of her womanly charm. Her voluptuous body radiated a seductive allure. Compared to Han women, Miao women possessed a captivating blend of softness and strength in their curves. Her breasts were plump and full, like ripe melons, firm and rounded, with two nipples that stood up high, incredibly alluring. Her long, strong legs were lithe and smooth, her buttocks round and full, and although there was a little extra fat on her lower abdomen, it did not detract from her graceful figure. The entrance to her private garden, with its dense pubic hair, was even more beautiful. The thick labia tightly closed the fleshy cleft, glistening with moisture, seductive and alluring.

As for his former teacher's wife, Ning Zhongze, although she was over forty, she was mature and dignified, still retaining a captivating beauty. Her breasts, though not large, were full and soft, and although they had sagged slightly with age, they exuded the intoxicating beauty of a mature woman. Years of training had kept her waist as slender as a water snake. Below her abdomen, the pubic hair was sparse but exceptionally long, and her labia majora retained a remarkably vibrant flesh color, making her incredibly alluring. Her genitals were also unusually moist, seemingly proclaiming how much she, in her prime, craved Linghu Chong's comfort.

At this moment, Linghu Chong held the mature and beautiful Ning Zhongze in his arms, the two passionately kissing, their saliva flowing freely between their lips. His thick, long penis was currently thrusting into Lan Fenghuang's plump vagina. Lan Fenghuang lay prone on the bed, her buttocks raised high, Linghu Chong's penis pumping back and forth between her two plump, white buttocks, eliciting continuous, lewd moans from her. Linghu Chong's thrusts became increasingly frequent, soon bringing Lan Fenghuang to the brink of ecstasy. She writhed her hips, her arms and legs, which had been supporting her on the bed, now limp and powerless, her body pressed weakly against the mattress.

Seeing his beloved concubine panting, Linghu Chong turned his attention to Yingying beside him. Yingying, who had been watching her husband and Lan Fenghuang's union, was now experiencing unbearable itching in her vagina. Finally, it was her turn. She spread her long, slender legs wide, welcoming her husband's penis. Linghu Chong's penis, covered in Lan Fenghuang's fluids, pressed against Yingying's slightly parted labia, and he slowly inserted the head. As soon as it entered, Yingying's face flushed red, sweat poured down her face, and her whole body trembled. She murmured, "Ah! So full..."

Linghu Chong grasped Yingying's beautiful breasts with one hand, kneading and squeezing them as his penis slowly penetrated deeper. Yingying's legs spread wider and wider, her slender waist swaying gently. "Ouch!...Ouch...Husband, be gentle...It hurts..." she moaned softly.

Ning Zhongze released Linghu Chong's mouth, took a handkerchief from the side, and wiped the large beads of sweat from his forehead, saying, "Chonglang, please take better care of Yingying, don't hurt yourself."

Yingying looked at Ning Zhongze gratefully. Now that his head was free, Linghu Chong bent down and took Yingying's small nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it, while the thrusting of his large penis became much gentler. This allowed Yingying to sway her slender waist frequently, coordinating with the thrusting of his penis, her buttocks gradually rising.
Linghu Chong leaned back, changing his position so that Yingying straddled him. This gave Yingying complete control. After a series of pleasurable moans, she cried out, "Ah...husband...Yingying...you're...killing me...ah..." As she moaned, she began to slowly twist her hips. As she became more accustomed to his large penis, her movements became increasingly frantic. Her snow-white buttocks swayed rapidly, desperately rubbing against Linghu Chong's shaft. Her clitoris ground, rotated, and contracted incessantly, forcefully sucking on the large glans. This made Linghu Chong's scalp tingle, and he sincerely praised, "Yingying...dear sister...good skill...your skill...is getting better and better...a little harder...ah..." Yingying's movements became faster and faster, her mouth uttering a multitude of lewd sounds, but it was no longer audible. Gushes of lustful fluid gushed from deep within her, leaving the area where their genitals met a mess, their pubic hair soaked. Linghu Chong thrust his hips upwards with all his might, penetrating wildly a few times. Yingying cried out a few times, her delicate body trembling, and another gush of vaginal fluid spurted out. Exhausted, she collapsed onto Linghu Chong, her hair disheveled, sweat pouring down her face, and panting heavily.

Linghu Chong gently helped Yingying's limp body off him, letting her lie down to rest, then turned to face his former master's wife. Ning Zhongze, having witnessed two erotic scenes, was already incredibly thirsty. Her long, alluring eyes were watery, and her head seemed to be burning with desire. Her cheeks were already flushed, and when she saw Linghu Chong turn to her, her breathing became rapid involuntarily, her breasts heaving, her drooping nipples trembling slightly.

Linghu Chong sat up, embraced Ning Zhongze, kissed her cherry lips, and groped her breasts with one hand. A moment later, he pushed Ning Zhongze's delicate body onto the bed, his hand guiding his large penis, aiming it at her already overflowing vulva. He pressed his hips down forcefully, and amidst Ning Zhongze's long, ecstatic moans, he thrust his penis inside.

"Ouch...it hurts..." Ning Zhongze frowned, her cherry lips parted, and her legs naturally spread wide, trying her best to relax and widen her lower body to welcome the further penetration of his large penis. Linghu Chong grasped Ning Zhongze's two pink legs with both hands, placing her calves on his shoulders, slightly raising his body, and his penis "plop, plop" thrusting wildly inside his former master's wife's vagina.

Under such actions, in no time, Ning Zhongze was already ravaged, her beautiful vagina trembling uncontrollably, her deepest fluids already gushing out. She gasped for breath, her hands gripping Linghu Chong's arm tightly like snakes, clinging to him fiercely. Her face flushed, her eyes filled with lust, her moans and groans—who could have imagined that the once dignified Lady Yue, Ning, would be so wanton? That alluring sight truly captivated Linghu Chong, making his thrusts incredibly rapid, his glans throbbing painfully. Only by relentlessly thrusting and plunging to the very bottom could he relieve the burning desire within him.

Ning Zhongze's vagina drove Linghu Chong even more mad than Yingying's or Lan Fenghuang's. The rings of tender flesh on her mature vagina, like fleshy rings, tightly enveloped his entire penis. The powerful suction of her clitoris, with the opening and closing of her cervix, sucked at his swollen glans.

Linghu Chong, panting heavily and sweating profusely, thrust repeatedly, driving Ning Zhongze to a blissful ecstasy. Her body trembled uncontrollably, almost unconscious, the climax causing her to lose consciousness, as if she were floating on air.

Even Linghu Chong, who was enjoying the pleasure, felt a wave of dizziness. He roared, his penis sinking deep into Ning Zhongze's vagina, his body shuddering as he ejaculated. His powerful, hot semen shot directly into Ning Zhongze's core, causing her to tremble again.

The four, utterly exhausted, lay helplessly on their beds, their breaths rising and falling. In the moonlight of late spring at Plum Manor, they all experienced a blissful state, like that of immortals.

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