Persian Enchantress

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The banquet hall of Prince Ning's residence.

This banquet hall, built at great expense by Prince Ning specifically for inviting distinguished guests, is practically an independent palace.

Folded glass windows adorn all sides, complemented by vermilion lampposts close to the walls, filling the entire space with an atmosphere of opulence. Scarlet curtains surround the hall, the polished white jade floor gleams, and the imposing red pillars with swirling floral patterns are carved and painted with various birds and beasts. The furnishings are exquisite; overhead is a square nanmu wood dome, with a row of colorful lanterns hanging from the beams, and priceless landscape paintings adorning the walls.

Prince Ning, Zhu Chenhao, sits in the head seat, surrounded by his trusted confidants, but the most important guest seat is empty, seemingly waiting for someone.

The dining table is laden with rare delicacies, fine wines, and even the wine vessels are exquisite blue-and-white porcelain, clearly intended to entertain distinguished guests.

Why entertain distinguished guests?

Because Prince Ning is in trouble, he is very agitated and needs someone to help him resolve it.

As the Prince of Nanchang in the Ming Dynasty, Prince Ning, Zhu Chenhao, could have lived a life of extravagance and wealth, but he was unwilling to accept the status quo.

After inheriting the title of Prince of Ningkang, he spent a fortune bribing the eunuch Liu Jin and treacherous officials Qian Ning and the actor Zang Xian, among others, to reinstate the disbanded guards of the Prince Ning's faction and to raise fugitives. Relying on his men, he seized tens of thousands of acres of land from officials and civilians, robbed merchants, and harbored thieves, eventually becoming extremely wealthy. He also colluded with the Money Gang, harboring thieves and plotting an uprising.

It can be said that the Money Gang was his important partner, his black glove for making money, and his important group of henchmen.

However, the Money Gang was destroyed... completely destroyed by the people of Bixue Palace!

Every time he thought about the destruction of the Money Gang and the treasures he left with Shangguan Hong being wiped out by Bixue Palace, Prince Ning's heart bled. That was the treasure he had seized to conquer the world!

A gentleman doesn't leave a grudge unavenged, especially not a prince of the Celestial Empire!

But the Palace Master of Bixue Palace, Yi Xue, is too skilled in martial arts. Even a master like Shangguan Hong was killed in a single exchange. How can he take revenge?

Relying on his few advisors, retainers, and retainers? Even

if they all attacked together,

they would likely be wiped out. Fortunately, Prince Ning is still wealthy and a prince, and many martial arts masters in the world are willing to risk their lives for him.

The banquet attracted many top-tier masters, such as Iron-Armed Monk Wang Tong, Lotus Snake Mingyue Xin, and Dragon Roar Sword Shangguan Bo—each a renowned hero. However, although their martial arts are high, they are far inferior to the Palace Master of Bixue Palace, so they are not considered honored guests.

For Prince Ning, the only honored guest is the one who can defeat Yi Xue.

Time passed slowly, and the sun was already setting. Prince Ning still showed no sign of starting the banquet, and Iron-Armed Monk Wang Tong was the first to become restless.

He was a large, fat monk with a dark face and a bushy beard, sitting there like an iron tower; naturally, he was also quite gluttonous, and having waited so long without being able to drink or eat, he was truly furious.

"Prince Ning, is your distinguished guest ever coming? Who is he that dares to keep us waiting so long?" Iron-Armed Monk Wang Tong couldn't help but shout.

Although the other masters didn't speak, unwilling to offend Prince Ning, they were happy to see a troublemaker. After all, in literature there is no first place, but in martial arts there is. Most of the renowned masters in the martial arts world are proud and arrogant, and no one wants to be overshadowed.

Now, Prince Ning's distinguished guest not only occupied the VIP seats but also made them wait for so long; he really had a big ego.

"Brother Wang Tong, please calm down and wait a little longer," Prince Ning's aide quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Hmph! When he arrives, this big monk would like to have a match with him." Despite his complaints, Wang Tong didn't want to offend Prince Ning, so he could only sit down and continue to wait.

No one expected that their wait would last until the full moon hung in the night sky, yet their distinguished guest still hadn't arrived.

This time, even Prince Ning couldn't sit still any longer. His face turned ashen as he stood up and began preparing to greet the arriving martial arts masters.

"I have truly neglected you all this time. Now, let the banquet begin! Eat and drink to your heart

's content, and take whatever you like!" With that, Prince Ning clapped his hands, and a dozen beautiful maids, dressed in light clothing and with bright eyes and white teeth, filed out from behind a screen, smiling sweetly as they greeted the martial arts masters.

With beauties in their arms and delicacies at their disposal, the masters immediately forgot their resentment and all shouted that Prince Ning was benevolent.

However, at that moment, flower petals began to fall from the sky. White lily petals rained down like raindrops, and with their appearance, a unique fragrance filled the hall. The delicate scent of orchids in a secluded valley instantly intoxicated everyone, making them almost forget where they were.

Just then, dozens of strange figures dressed in black leather jackets, carrying curved swords, and wearing pale masks appeared silently in the living room.

"What the hell are these things?"

"Who are you?"

"Assassins?"

Faced with the ghostly figures, the martial arts masters instantly stood up from their seats, staring at these strange figures as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Please calm down, everyone. Our distinguished guests have arrived."

Seeing this scene, Prince Ning was not surprised but delighted, saying with a beaming smile, "You may not know this, but these people are the Persian Longevity Army, also known as the Undying Army. They are assassins raised by the headquarters of the Persian Zoroastrian Church." "Persia? Zoroastrian Church?"

Lotus Snake Bright Moon Heart shook her head, cupped her fists, and laughed, "Prince Ning is joking. Persia has been destroyed for many days, and its state religion has become Islam. Where is there any Zoroastrian Church left?"

Lotus Snake Bright Moon Heart was skilled in Pure Yang Boy Kung Fu, and her internal strength had reached a state of perfection. Her palms could split stone tablets, and she was also famous in the martial arts world for her extensive knowledge.

"Though Persia is gone, the sacred flame will never be extinguished!"

Just then, an old man in a black robe descended from the sky, landing silently beside Prince Ning. He bowed respectfully:

"Greetings, Prince Ning."

"Very well, so it is the Envoy of Light. Where is the Holy Maiden?" Prince Ning asked hesitantly.

"Please sit, Prince Ning." The old man in the black robe smiled slightly.

At that moment, the Undead Army simultaneously sprawled on the ground, forming a pyramid shape.

Almost simultaneously, a figure as graceful and ethereal as a purple lily, like a phantom, landed atop the 'pyramid.'

"Prince Ning, you were looking for me?"

she asked, looking down at the crowd in somewhat broken Central Plains Mandarin.

The martial arts masters looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful woman with a tall, slender figure, wearing a purple veil, her entire body covered in a gorgeous veil—blonde hair, blue eyes, a high nose, deep-set eyes, and snow-white skin, quite different from Central Plains women. Her Persian ancestry was immediately apparent.

Her clothing was also a long, thin veil with a strong Persian style.

A beautiful ruby headdress hung across her forehead, and a semi-transparent, light purple veil accentuated her mysterious beauty, adding a touch of alluring mystery.

Her eyes were sharp, her lips a vibrant, seductive red, and a captivating smile played at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were as deep and beautiful as sapphires; her pale golden hair cascaded smoothly down her neck, forming a waterfall, with two long braids hanging loosely in front of her arms.

A flowing dress clung to her graceful figure, revealing her snow-white neck and delicate collarbones; her waist was cinched tightly between her full breasts and the deep purple skirt, forcefully highlighting the smooth, long lines of her legs. Her slender yet powerful legs were encased in white deerskin boots, the high tops reaching all the way to her knees, accentuating her long, shapely calves.

Even more astonishing was her pair of snow-white, high-set breasts, heavy and pressing against her chest, creating a deep cleavage; her buttocks were round and large, their voluptuous curves more full and firm than any woman from the Central Plains. This perfect figure, with its ample breasts and wide hips, was a staggering 1.9 meters tall, and her long legs were breathtaking—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a devilish figure.

"Welcome, Holy Maiden," the old man in black robes said respectfully.

"Hahaha, the Persian Holy Maiden is indeed extraordinary! Please take your seat!" Seeing such a beauty, Prince Ning had no complaints and immediately invited her to sit down.

"..."

The Holy Maiden didn't thank him, gracefully descending the human ladder, her elegant bearing leading her directly to Prince Ning, where she sat down.

As she passed by everyone, they all smelled a chilling fragrance, a scent that reminded Prince Ning of plum blossoms, plum blossoms mingling with the snow, standing aloof from the world.

"This woman is so beautiful!"

The Iron-Armed Monk stared at her, mesmerized by her graceful back, flowing hair, and the white jade-like skin on her nape.

Many other experts shared his sentiment, but only Shangguan Bo, the Dragon Roar Swordsman, remained composed.

"May I ask the Holy Maiden's name?" Prince Ning quickly poured her wine.

"Dai Qisi," she replied with a smile.

"Dai Qisi, a beautiful name, perfectly suited to you!" Prince Ning praised with a beaming smile.

"Are all men from the Central Plains this direct?" Dai Qisi's voice was melodious, charming and alluring like silver bells, yet her words were sharp and pointed: "If you think someone is beautiful, you just stare at them like that, aren't you afraid I'll gouge their eyes out?"

"Holy Maiden, you jest. Everyone appreciates beauty. Your appearance is breathtaking, so naturally everyone wants to see your face," Prince Ning chuckled, trying to smooth things over.

"Yes, among my slaves, you Central Plains bastards are the most numerous." Dai Qisi's eyes swept across the living room, seemingly not intending to give Prince Ning any face, and she said as if no one else was there, "Therefore, I treat Central Plains slaves specially, they must be castrated." "Hehe."

Prince Ning's smile stiffened slightly, and he immediately changed the subject: "I heard that the Holy Maiden's martial arts are superb, and her immortal divine skill has reached the pinnacle. Would you be fortunate enough to witness her prowess today?" "Alright."

Dai Qisi picked up her wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. With a light touch of her slender hand, the porcelain cup turned into a white light and flew away, curving past Prince Ning, and then smashed directly onto the forehead of the Iron-Armed Monk who was staring at her and drooling.

Bang—!

The wine cup hit Wang Tong's forehead, but the sound was like a sniper rifle exploding in the head. This famous martial arts master fell to the ground and was silent in an instant.

"Miss Dai Qisi, what are you doing!?" Prince Ning's expression changed, and his face immediately darkened.

Many experts were also awakened by this attack, and seeing the Iron-Armed Monk lying lifeless on the ground, they all showed expressions of anger.

"There are so many people in the Central Plains, what does it matter if one dies?" Dai Qisi said indifferently.

"He was my honored guest, how could you just kill him like that?" Prince Ning was furious.

"Enough talk."

Dai Qisi suddenly stood up, and with a flick of her hand, her scarlet fingernails lightly tapped the table; the entire round table shattered, and fine wines, delicacies and rare foods were smashed to the ground, creating a mess.

"Miss Dai Qisi!" Mingyuexin was furious, and suddenly used her inner energy to shatter the chair, and stood up to rebuke:

"He didn't say anything disrespectful, nor did he step forward to molest, he was just looking, it's not a crime punishable by death, is it?" "You are the one... who just said that the Holy Sect is dead, right?"

Dai Qisi turned to look at him, smiled sweetly, and then flicked her finger, a burst of energy shooting out: "You deserve to die even more!"

Bang—!

Mingyue Xin never expected her to turn on him so suddenly. He had no time to react, and his groin was instantly blasted to shreds by the force of her energy. Poor Mingyue Xin,

all his martial arts skills were in his hands, and he never expected her to attack so suddenly, killing without batting an eye. He immediately collapsed to the ground, hunched over, clearly not going to live. "Bold vixen!" Seeing her arrogant and domineering attitude, the martial arts masters couldn't sit still any longer and immediately surrounded her. "Hehe, all of you come at me?" Dai Qisi narrowed her eyes, covered her mouth and laughed. With a whirlwind, her slender hand pushed outwards, and a visible wave of energy suddenly spread outwards. Boom! Under the bombardment of this energy wave, the entire banquet hall seemed to fall into a deep-sea whirlpool. The masters were swept into the sky and then torn to pieces by the force of the energy. Blood rained down from the sky. "Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" Dai Qisi raised her beautiful face, laughing loudly amidst the blood rain. Her laughter mingled with the strong wind, making it impossible to tell whether the rumbling sounds in the hall were from the wind, the rain, or the saintess's laughter. "Witch! Witch!" Prince Ning was terrified by this scene and struggled to escape, but Dai Qisi slapped him to the ground from a distance. "Ouch! Someone! Protect me!" Prince Ning roared on the ground, but no one came to his aid. "Shout, shout, it's no use. The entire hall is sealed by my inner force. No one will come." Dai Qisi, her pretty face stained with blood, smiled as she walked towards Prince Ning, her eyes filled with a chilling coldness that seemed to freeze the moisture in the air into ice crystals. Her long, slender yet powerful legs, clad in white high-top leather boots, moved with a rhythmic cadence, causing her flowing purple dress to sway slightly. "What do you want to do?" Prince Ning stared at her in terror, his legs trembling. He wanted to run away, but found that his legs were too weak to stand up. "Didn't you want me to deal with Bixue Palace? I agree." Dai Qisi walked up to Prince Ning, raising her long, straight left leg like a deer, then placing her toe on Prince Ning's head, forcing him to kneel before her: "After it's done, I want two hundred thousand taels of silver, do you agree?" "..." Prince Ning blushed deeply, his hands clenched into fists, and he gritted his teeth, saying: "I'll give it to you!" "Good that you're obedient." Dai Qisi raised her head arrogantly, her exquisite, pointed chin slightly raised, her long, beautiful leg applying force, her slender foot pressing down hard on Prince Ning's head: "You Central Plains men are so despicable... do you know? Those Central Plains slaves I mentioned before, I castrated them all myself, but they were grateful to me. So I know the true nature of you people best, only by being ruthless to you will you not dare to play tricks." "I'll give it to you... I'll give you... all the silver is yours." Prince Ning seemed to age ten years in an instant, murmuring blankly. She secretly vowed to kill this Persian slut, at any cost! ... Bixue Palace, Council Hall. The magnificent hall was now empty; all the maids and guards had been dismissed beforehand. On the red carpet before the palace master's throne, a woman with disheveled hair and naked, white flesh lay sprawled before the throne like a white horse. A short, ugly man was embracing her from behind, thrusting into her firm, round buttocks. With each sway of her body, a beautiful face appeared and disappeared among her hair. Yi Xueyu's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her red lips parted, moaning incessantly. On her chest, two large, round, snow-white breasts swayed back and forth like pendulums, gushing out streams of milk, all of which landed in two wooden tubs that had been prepared beforehand.

With a "Ah!" Zhu Zi ejaculated into Yi Xue's uterus, making her lower abdomen swell, before comfortably pulling out his black penis. He then climbed the steps and sat on Yi Xue's throne.

Yi Xue quickly turned around, crawled up the steps on all fours, grabbed Zhu Zi's large penis that was swaying between his legs, and began licking the liquid from the glans and sucking the remaining semen from her urethra.

"Hey, bitch... it's been almost half a year, have you found a new bitch yet?" Zhu Zi asked listlessly.

"Woof woof! Don't worry, Master, she'll be here soon." Yi Xue answered while diligently sucking, "Little White has found the best candidate for Master again, she'll be caught by Little White soon." "Oh? Who is she?" Zhu Zi immediately became excited.

"The Persian Zoroastrian saintess, Dai Qisi."

Yi Xue spat out his large, black penis, pressed her beautiful face against it, and gently rubbed her cheek against his shaft with her delicate hands, softly saying, "Of all the women I selected for my master, only she best meets his requirements." "Where is Persia? Which prefecture in the Ming Dynasty?" Zhu Zi asked blankly.

"Persia isn't in the Ming Dynasty, it's in a foreign land west of the Ming Dynasty."

Yi Xue knelt on her knees, her buttocks raised like a bitch, like a female dog, her beautiful neck swaying gently, feeling the warmth of his thick penis with her face, and said with hazy eyes, "The women there have high noses and beautiful eyes, tall and voluptuous figures, most suitable to be your female dogs."

"I don't care, if you're not pretty, I'll kill you." Zhu Zi knew she wouldn't lie to him, and said expectantly.

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【The End】

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