Enchanted by Shenzhao Peak

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"I never imagined that the seemingly honest and kind Prince Qing would possess such formidable skills, managing to manipulate my proud and aloof niece, Bai Xue, into bed with so many others." The eldest prince, Li Long, spoke with surprise from inside the carriage, then chuckled lightly, "No wonder you, Cheng Di, have been appearing and disappearing so mysteriously these past few days. You must have also enjoyed the alluring charm of my niece, Bai Xue?"

"What's so great about that old lecher Qing Li? He only dared to sneak up at night with a group of clan members while that tender little girl, Qi Bai Xue, was seriously injured, to deflower her and play with her legs and ravage her tender hole!" As soon as the eldest prince, Li Long, finished speaking, Cheng Di's previously enthusiastic voice suddenly stammered. "Hmm... as for that little girl's charm... well... not entirely..."

"Oh, perhaps you have something to hide, Brother Cheng?" Brother Li seemed to have guessed the key to the matter, his aged and weak voice chuckled.

"Elder Brother is truly a prophet!" Brother Cheng snorted, seemingly quite displeased, "That little brat Qi Baixue is quite ruthless! Yesterday at noon, I saw that old ghost Qingli sneaking around on the bed, secretly fucking that little girl Qi Baixue's tender little asshole, the little girl was moaning softly with her eyes closed. I was itching to watch, and suddenly became interested, so I also took off my clothes and followed him, thinking..." I was about to play a game of double dragons playing with the old ghost Qingli. But before I could even penetrate her, I merely pinched Qi Baixue's large, round breasts, and that blond girl flew into a rage, shoving us both away and declaring that it was time to stop. I, your brother, was in the middle of a passionate encounter and couldn't possibly agree, but that audacious and ruthless girl suddenly struck my pulse point, rendering me unable to have sex to this day…”

"Hahaha...Brother Cheng, in my opinion, it's you old lecher who's too impatient. You don't understand women at all!" The eldest brother, Li Long, chuckled loudly in his aged voice, saying, "Brother Cheng, I'm an experienced man. You know, women are meant to be cherished and nurtured. My niece, Bai Xue, is a virgin, her first time in this world. With your crude, hasty actions, how could she not have objections? I think you should go and consult with Qingli..." "Go and ask him how he managed to coax my niece, Princess Baixue, into bed and let him penetrate both her front and back orifices!"

The eldest prince, Li Long, mocked for a while, then said, "But Brother Cheng, don't be discouraged. After this matter is settled, I, your eldest prince, will return to the palace and find a few reclusive masters to help you resolve this predicament. When you regain your virility, you might as well take them with you to the Cold Jade Palace to find my niece, Princess Baixue, and teach her how to be a proper woman in bed!"

"Then I entrust the matter of my younger brother entirely to my elder brother, the eldest prince." The younger prince's voice was filled with joy, and he said angrily, "Hmph, isn't that long-legged girl Qi Baixue arrogant? When I return to the Divine King's Palace, I will definitely let that arrogant girl see the mighty methods of Prince Chengjiao. I will find a few people to play with her together, attacking her from both sides, making her two tender holes bloom, and her long legs unable to close every night!"

At this time, Zhao Qi, who was inside the carriage and hearing the constant shocking sounds, already had bloodshot eyes and his blood surging. Zhao Qi's face was ashen as he slowly reached behind his back and took out a G-22 sniper rifle. The dark muzzle was pointed at the two fat and thin figures in the extravagantly luxurious carriage outside the window. After locking onto the target, he shot and killed the two Qing royal family lechers who had been wantonly insulting Qi Baixue.

But for some reason, just as Zhao Qi was about to pinpoint the two people inside the carriage, a strange thought arose in his mind that was completely opposite to his previous one. "If I can help these two achieve their wishes, wouldn't that mean that in the future, I can be like them in the Cold Jade Palace, easily taking Bai Xue to bed and having sex with her..." Just thinking about the scene of Qi Bai Xue lying naked on the bed with her fair and tender feet, untouched by any worldly dust, being sucked and played with by a group of lecherous men from the Divine King Palace, and being shamelessly played with and ejaculated upon, Zhao Qi felt a surge of anger, but he couldn't help but tremble violently. A hot current surged up in his lower abdomen, and the monstrous thing in his crotch uncontrollably and angrily bulged.

"Why can those shameless old bastards in the Divine King Palace easily get Bai Xue into bed and have their way with her without doing anything? What makes them so special... Is it just because they are of royal lineage?"

"I refuse to accept this... Heaven is unjust..." Caught between these two twisted emotions of envy and hatred, Zhao Qi held his head in one hand, his fingers digging into his hair. He let out a low growl, his eyes flashing with ferocity. Just as he was about to pull the trigger and slaughter the convoy in front of him, a cool, soft hand gently stroked Zhao Qi's dark face, which was contorted by his rage. The hand then moved down his neck, chest, and abdomen, reaching into his crotch and firmly grasping his hard, rock-hard member. It began to slowly and rhythmically stroke it up and down.

"Ah..." Feeling the amazing soft force from the hand that was enveloping his lower body, Zhao Qi hissed and gasped, suddenly realizing what was happening. He immediately released his gun, looked down, and saw that Yun Yun, who had been sleeping soundly in his arms, had woken up at some point. Her two beautiful eyes were slightly open, looking at him, and her sickly pale face was devoid of any color.

"Yun'er..." Zhao Qi turned around, about to reach out and tightly embrace Yun Yun in his arms, when he suddenly heard Yun Yun's weak voice, still recovering from her illness, say, "You lewd monk, don't move! You've been accumulating lust for so long without releasing it, causing evil spirits to enter your body and disturb your mind. If you still want to live well, close your eyes and enjoy it!"

Zhao Qi was shocked to find that Yun Yun's soft hand, which had slipped into his crotch and was grasping his genitals, suddenly began to stroke him harder, making a series of obscene 'smack smack' sounds. Zhao Qi immediately felt a tingling numbness in his lower abdomen, and his large member throbbed wildly.

"Yun'er's little hands...so soft...it feels so good..." Zhao Qi looked at Yun Yun's slightly flushed face, gasping for breath, while trying his best to suppress the vague urge in his mind to strip the woman in his arms naked, press her down, and ejaculate inside her.

"You're thinking about Senior Sister Qi!" Suddenly, Zhao Qi heard Yun Yun's weak voice ask.

"Yes!" Zhao Qi nodded noncommittally. Beside the woman he loved most, Zhao Qi didn't want to hide anything.

"Shameless lecher!" Yun Yun suddenly gritted her teeth, and as she spoke, she increased the pressure on Zhao Qi's long, black penis, making the veins bulge.

Zhao Qi felt the tight, delicate flesh emanating from Yun Yun's palm, a sensation that was intoxicatingly pleasurable. He inhaled and said, "What, you're jealous now that I said I like your Senior Sister Qi?"

"I'll say it again, you're not good enough for them!" Yun Yun's cold, sharp words were still her response to Zhao Qi.

"Hmph, one day I'll prove it to you!" Zhao Qi's emotions seemed to be severely wounded by Yun Yun's merciless words. In an instant, the scene before his eyes distorted and changed, as if recalling the day Qi Huangchao described to him Yang Shenpan, naked, her buttocks covered in men's semen, kneeling on the ground, sucking and swallowing the penises of the temple's lecherous men—an extremely arousing scene. His groin swelled even more, his lower abdomen tightened, and he hissed, "Woman, hold on tight, I'm going to cum for you!"

Instantly, Zhao Qi's dark, tall body tensed up, like a bull in heat, panting heavily, his body trembling, frequently raising his head and thrusting his abdomen, "slap," "slap," thrusting the thick, long black penis held by Yun Yun into him. After a moment, the swollen, red glans contracted violently, and Zhao Qi let out a deep, heavy groan, almost like the release of pent-up pleasure. Thick, milky-white semen gushed out like powerful jets of water. Just as the large carriage was about to be a mess from Zhao Qi's ejaculation, Yun Yun suddenly reached out a white hand and gently covered Zhao Qi's swollen, purplish-red genitals. Between her hands, the sounds of Zhao Qi ejaculating wildly came one after another. All of Zhao Qi's powerful, scalding semen sprayed onto Yun Yun's smooth, jade-like white hand.

After a long while, Zhao Qi finally stopped his increasingly intense ejaculation. His dark, muscular body trembled, and he breathed heavily, saying, "It was so good... This kind of wonderful feeling is indeed the most tempting." As Zhao Qi spoke

, his eyes met Yun Yun's bright, fiery eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. In an instant, he felt like a filthy rat crossing the street, utterly despicable: "Damn it, why do I go crazy every time I think of Sister Bai Xue or Miss Pan'er being wantonly penetrated and ejaculated in bed? Am I really a pervert like Qi Huangchao said?"

Facing the seemingly indifferent gaze in Yun Yun's eyes, Zhao Qi felt extremely apologetic: "Yun'er, I'm sorry, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Yun interrupted him. Yun Yun's voice, slightly weak, said, "Zhao Qi, I know very well who you are... I helped you out of necessity. You don't need to explain anything to me anymore. Alright... I'm exhausted and have no strength left to help you. If you're still not satisfied, then please do it yourself. I don't mind what you do to me." With that, she turned her back, curled up into a ball, and slowly closed her weary, beautiful eyes.

"Yun'er!" Zhao Qi looked at the pale, weak girl in his arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt. He couldn't help but reach out and hug Yun Yun's slender waist tightly. "I'm sorry, even if time could turn back, I still can't guarantee whether I could change what happened in the past."

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the convoy escorting Zhao Qi and the two princes had already traveled half a day along the winding, rugged mountain road, arriving at the foot of the majestic Shenzhao Peak.

During this half-day, Zhao Qi repeatedly tried to use his spiritual senses to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two kings inside the carriage. He secretly longed to hear anything about Qi Baixue, but his efforts were thwarted. His divine sense was constantly forced back by the strange power emanating from the long-browed monk above the carriage. Having acquired most of the true energy cultivated by Jing Huangcheng and Qi Baixue, Zhao Qi's own strength was already unimaginable to ordinary people, and he was unwilling to give up his attempt to spy on the two kings inside the carriage.

He wanted to use all his strength to challenge the long-browed monk sitting cross-legged on the carriage, but Yun Yun in his arms had fallen into a deep sleep again. Fearing that their contest would harm the beauty in his arms, Zhao Qi reluctantly abandoned the idea of competing with the long-browed monk in the carriage.

Zhao Qi stood firmly beneath the massive stone tablet inscribed with the three powerful vermilion characters "Shenzhao Peak," his arms still clutching the sleeping beauty within. Watching the luxurious convoy disappear into the rugged mountain path, a myriad of emotions surged within him. When had he ever been able to step into the upper echelons of the Qing royal family, controlling everything with a single hand?
Zhao Qi knew that after this parting, he would likely never again easily see the barefoot, aloof, and proud Qi Baixue!

"Baixue, may you escape the filthy and corrupt hell of the Divine King's Palace!" Zhao Qi sighed softly, tightening his embrace, and began his ascent towards the Divine Punishment Hall atop Shenzhao Peak.

Strangely enough, Zhao Qi had assumed that after he had single-handedly killed Qi Hu, the fourth leader of the Wanxiang Sect, and his disciples, the sect's followers would surely seek revenge against him in every possible way. Therefore, Zhao Qi had been using all his spiritual senses throughout the journey, meticulously monitoring every corner of the path back to the mountain, trying to minimize the risk to himself. Zhao Qi was extremely vigilant, not daring to relax his guard at all, but unexpectedly, the journey was completely peaceful, without a trace of an ambush, making all his careful precautions on the way back to the mountain seem futile.

"Strange, something's not right!"

The calmer the surface of Shenzhao Peak appeared, the more uneasy Zhao Qi felt. Having experienced many dangers, he knew there were only two possibilities for this situation. First, the Wanxiang Sect knew of his extraordinary strength and wanted to lull him into a false sense of security, hoping to strike a fatal blow at the crucial moment. Second, some other major event had occurred on Shenzhao Peak, causing the Wanxiang Sect to be short-handed and forced to reduce its manpower to pursue other matters.

Zhao Qi knew deeply that either scenario posed a huge risk to him, and he dared not lower his guard in the slightest.

Zhao Qi mustered his strength and continued along the winding, treacherous, and steep mountain path, reaching the halfway point. Gazing at the massive, interconnected buildings halfway up the mountain, Zhao Qi suddenly felt a jolt of fear; he seemed to smell a mixture of earthy fragrance and damp, heavy stench of blood.

"Not good, it seems there was a fight here." Zhao Qi's heart skipped a beat as he smelled the odor. Looking up, he saw seven or eight Shenzhao Peak disciples, dressed in blue and white Daoist robes, lying haphazardly to the side of the Jade Path at the mountain gate. Upon closer inspection, Zhao Qi discovered that the corpses of these seven or eight Shenzhao Peak disciples had various wounds, and the wounds were still warm, indicating they had only recently died. Looking at the trails of blood and rows of messy footprints on the ground, it was clear they were the losers in a small skirmish.

"Judging from the situation, it seems there's only the second possibility. But why has internal strife suddenly erupted within Shenzhao Peak?" Filled with doubt, Zhao Qi followed the tracks on the ground, and after about half an incense stick's time, he reached a dense, ancient forest near the side hall of Shenzhao Peak.

The sounds of shouting and fighting echoed through the forest. Without hesitation, Zhao Qi stepped into the forest.

His internal energy had greatly increased, and he was confident that he could protect himself from the group of Shenzhao Peak thugs even without firearms.

Zhao Qi passed through a wisp of white mist in the forest, and the sounds of fighting grew louder. Pushing aside the branches, he could clearly see two groups of about a hundred Shenzhao Peak disciples, dressed in blue and white Daoist robes, locked in a fierce sword fight. At this moment, the majority of the disciples dressed in white Taoist robes held a significant advantage in the woods, wielding sharp blades to surround the remaining twenty or thirty disciples in green robes. They were slowly tightening the encirclement, reaping the lives of the green-robed disciples.

"Hua Yu Daoist?" Zhao Qi exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the short, stocky Taoist struggling against the attacks of a withered old man among the green-robed

disciples. Hua Yu Daoist was waving his whisk around, desperately resisting the increasingly ruthless attacks of the withered old man. Suddenly hearing a sound, he glanced up and saw Zhao Qi emerging from the woods beside the side hall, carrying Yun Yun in his arms. Overjoyed, he cried out, "Venerable One, save me!"

The gaunt Taoist, upon hearing Hua Yu Daoist's words, was startled and stopped, turning to look at Zhao Qi. After a moment's hesitation, he said in a chilling tone, "You are the monk Zhao Qi from that great temple?"

Zhao Qi, seeing the fierce expression on the gaunt Taoist's face, paid it no heed and said calmly, "I am the master of one of the peaks of Shenzhao Peak. You are..." "As a disciple of the Divine Illumination Peak lineage, how dare you address me by my given name?"
Upon hearing Zhao Qi's words, the withered Taoist's face flashed with a fierce expression, and he shouted sharply, "Very well, since you have admitted your identity, then return my fourth brother's life!" After saying that, he immediately shouted, raising his head and shouting, "My children, help me cut off this dog's head and avenge our fourth master!" As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and two balls of black true energy burst out from his withered palms. The first one led the group of disciples behind him to rush towards Zhao Qi.

"Fourth brother? These people are all henchmen of the Myriad Manifestations Sect." Zhao Qi was unaware of why the Myriad Manifestations Sect and Hua Yu Daoist were fighting each other in the forest. Seeing the withered Daoist leading his disciples charging towards him, he remained calm. He immediately let out a deep shout, mimicking the imposing power of the Emperor's Unperturbed Divine Might. His true energy flowed from his dantian throughout his body, then surged outwards through every bone.

In an instant, a fierce wind swept through the lush forest. Under Zhao Qi's pure true energy, the Myriad Manifestations Sect's vicious followers, led by the withered Daoist, seemed to have been struck by a stroke. They were all frozen in place, unable to move. Only the withered Daoist, clutching a ball of black mist in his hands, staggered and struggled, slowly advancing towards Zhao Qi step by step.

"Your kung fu is quite good. Even under the pressure of my true energy, you can still retaliate." Zhao Qi was slightly surprised by the immense power he now possessed. Encouraged, he shouted again, clenched his fist, lowered his knee, and squeezed out the true energy from his dantian. He used all his strength to compress the pure true energy bursting forth from his body and gather it towards the withered Taoist's body in front of him.

The withered Taoist was once again forced forward by Zhao Qi's true energy, and his forward steps slowed down again. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his teeth clenched so hard they made a 'crackling' sound. Despite his disheveled appearance, he still tried to struggle forward, like a weightless puppet, forcing his way towards Zhao Qi.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps… When the withered Taoist priest had exhausted all his strength and was only five steps away from Zhao Qi, a series of 'poof' sounds rang out. One by one, his disciples behind him could not withstand Zhao Qi's pressure and collapsed to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, dying instantly.

The withered Taoist priest, however, paid no heed to the gruesome deaths of his disciples and continued to move his body step by step, trying to get closer to Zhao Qi. After a while, the withered Taoist priest was only three steps away from Zhao Qi, who was holding Yun Yun. But with just these two steps, a trickle of crimson blood slowly flowed from the withered Taoist priest's eyes, ears, and nose.

"Fourth brother, avenge him!" The withered Taoist priest finally could not withstand the pressure exerted by Zhao Qi any longer. His body trembled, he stopped, and with a 'poof,' he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his Taoist robe red.

These tragic scenes were all too familiar, and Zhao Qi couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. "You have the courage to challenge me, that's good, but I'm stronger than you think, and you have no chance now. I'm not like the Emperor, nor do I have his arrogant courage. I will absolutely not give you any chance to turn the tables!" After saying that, he sighed, and under the astonished gaze of Hua Yu Dao Ren, he took two steps forward. When he reached the withered Dao Ren, he gathered his energy in his knees and suddenly unleashed a powerful, swift, and deadly high whip kick, sending the withered Dao Ren's head, which was staring fiercely at Zhao Qi with wide eyes, flying.

Seeing that the withered Taoist who had previously forced him into a sorry state had barely moved, yet was now being decapitated by Zhao Qi's sudden kick, Hua Yu Daoist trembled with fear and bowed deeply to Zhao Qi, saying, "Your Excellency's divine skills are unparalleled, I deeply admire you!"

Zhao Qi closed his eyes, his mind clear, and silently circulated his Ming Shen Gong within his dantian, slowly withdrawing the momentum he had just unleashed, saying, "Alright, Hua Yu Daoist, no need for flattery. You know what I want to hear. Tell me, what exactly happened on Shenzhao Peak while I was away?"

"Venerable One, after you dealt with that brute Qi Hu'er that day, those big wolves from the Myriad Manifestations Sect went mad, frantically searching for you on Divine Illumination Peak. But who knew that when these wolves found Old Man Crane's territory on Divine Vulture Peak, they clashed with him, and both sides fought fiercely, losing many brothers on each side." Daoist Huayu stared into Zhao Qi's eyes, smacked his lips, and carefully chose his words, saying, "The fighting on Divine Vulture Peak was fine; it was all a misunderstanding, and apologizing would have resolved it. But who knew that in the following day, several more high-ranking members of both the Myriad Manifestations Sect and Divine Vulture Peak inexplicably died one after another in their respective halls and temples? The assassinations were all carried out by masters from both sides..." Everyone was in an uproar. The old crane's chief disciple, Cheng Fengzi, and the bandits of the Wanxiang Sect, disregarding everything, launched another fierce attack on each other. After several battles, both sides lost several skilled fighters. "

Hua Yu Dao Ren's tone suddenly turned aggrieved as he said this, gritting his teeth and cursing, "My Shenzhao Palace was originally fine, happy to see the Wanxiang Sect and Shenjiu Peak fighting to the death on Shenzhao Peak. I don't know which bastard spread the news that the old geezers from the Wanxiang Sect and Shenjiu Peak who died that day were all the work of my senior brother Shen Shen's Qiankun Daozhuan. They even slandered my senior brother Shen Shen, saying that he deliberately killed the two sects under your orders, Venerable One, so that he could reap the benefits and control the entire peak." "

Oh, then why don't you explain clearly and just let this rumor spread?" Zhao Qi's eyes flickered as if he was deep in thought, and he said slowly.

"We wanted to too... but it's because that day I led the Venerable One to Qi Hu'er's palace, which gave them ammunition to spread rumors..." Hua Yu Daoist said, then launched into a series of grievances, "I have no way to defend myself. The Myriad Manifestations Sect and Divine Vulture Peak have been fighting fiercely these past few days, and their resentment runs deep. After being instigated by someone, they've vented their anger on my Divine Omen Palace, actually joining forces to attack me. If it weren't for your rescue today, Venerable One, my life would have been taken by that old bastard Shi Ye." "Here he is!"

Hua Yu Daoist said, tears streaming down his face, then suddenly rushed to Zhao Qi and bowed deeply, saying, "Right now, those wolves from the Myriad Manifestations Sect and Old Crane's disciples are besieging my Senior Brother Shen's Divine Omen Palace. The situation is extremely precarious. I had no choice but to lead a small force to sneak out of the encirclement and seek help, but I was targeted by that old bastard Shi Ye and almost lost my life. I beg you, Venerable One, to spare my Senior Brother Shen's life for the sake of my previous journey to his aid!"

"Then tell me, why should I help you?" Zhao Qi, outwardly calm and composed, spoke after hearing Hua Yu Dao Ren's plea, but inwardly he was utterly shocked: "It was him, it must be him. Only a cunning and ruthless tyrant like him could pull off such an astonishing feat. This Fu Yue Sect Master is truly shrewd; he managed to use my name to stir up chaos and infighting within Shen Zhao Peak in just a few days. If I hadn't returned in time, it wouldn't have been long before his Duan Yue Peak faction completely swallowed up all the forces within Shen Zhao Peak. At that point, even with my martial prowess, I would have been sidelined."

"I must restrain the Fu Yue Sect Master and prevent this matter from escalating further!" After much deliberation, Zhao Qi finally adopted the safest approach.

Upon hearing Zhao Qi's words, Hua Yu Daoist's expression subtly changed, contorting for a moment as if making a final decision. He immediately knelt down, bowing deeply, and said, "I swear on behalf of my Senior Brother Shen to Your Excellency, if Your Excellency can help my Divine Omen Palace lineage escape this calamity, my Divine Omen Palace lineage is willing to follow Your Excellency through thick and thin, without hesitation!"

"Is this true?" Zhao Qi's eyes gradually brightened.

"If I break this vow, I, Hua Yu Daoist, will do as you say!" Hua Yu Daoist's fierce spirit surged, and he gritted his teeth, grabbed his left little finger, and pulled hard. With a 'snap,' half of his left little finger was torn off.

Looking at the Daoist Huayu, who was sweating profusely from the pain, Zhao Qi suddenly laughed and said, "Daoist Huayu, your oath to sever your finger has certainly impressed me. Very well, today I will repay your favor and go save your Senior Brother Shen. But you must not forget the oath you swore today!"

Zhao Qi was worried about his lack of foundation and achievements, and now a huge windfall had fallen into his lap. He was genuinely afraid that if he didn't arrive in time, Shenzhao Palace would be destroyed by the combined forces of Wanxiang Sect and Shenjiu Peak. Thinking this, Zhao Qi tightened his grip on the G22 sniper rifle on his back and said, "The situation is urgent. Leave these disciples behind and lead me to your Senior Brother Shen's Shenzhao Palace!"

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The path up the mountain was treacherous, especially Shenzhao Palace, which was built on the steep edge of a cliff. Despite Zhao Qi's exceptional speed, it still took him considerable time to finally arrive at the Divine Omen Palace, a massive palace perched atop a towering mountain peak, carrying Yun Yun and Daoist Hua Yu.

"I never imagined the Divine Omen Palace would be so grand, no less impressive than the main halls atop the various peaks of Divine Illumination Peak!"

Zhao Qi exclaimed, taking in the magnificent sight before him. Just then, deafening shouts and sounds of battle erupted from within the Divine Omen Palace. Glancing sideways, he saw a huge circular arena in front of the main hall of the Divine Omen Palace, filled with the deafening sounds of fighting. About seven or eight hundred disciples of Divine Illumination Peak, clad in blue, white, and green Daoist robes, were wielding various weapons, locked in a fierce melee. Amidst these three groups of fighting disciples, three figures leaped and fought relentlessly, occasionally dispatching any disciples who dared to attack with a single blow.

"These men are quite skilled; they must be the leaders of these disciples." Zhao Qi narrowed his gaze, scrutinizing the three men fighting with all their might. He noticed that the three weren't a chaotic motley crew; two burly, iron-armed men were jointly attacking a thin, wiry priest in a dark blue Taoist robe. The old priest held a four-foot-long, jet-black judge's pen, spinning it rapidly as he desperately defended against the two men's relentless attacks. He deflected every powerful blow from their thick arms while shouting in exasperation.
"Is that old priest in the blue robe your Senior Brother Shen?" Zhao Qi's eyesight was exceptional; he recognized the man he wanted to rescue with just a glance in the crowd.

"Your Excellency has excellent eyesight! The one being attacked by the two giant wolfhounds from the Myriad Mang Sect, Tie Hulongmang and Shen Tianguan, is none other than the First Judge of my Divine Omen Palace!" Hua Yu Daoist stared at the scene, blinking his dry lips as he pleaded softly, "Please, Your Excellency, save my Senior Brother Shen's life!" "

Hehe, no rush, no rush, let's see first!" Zhao Qi, now aided by most of the pure true energy of Jing Huangcheng, naturally had much better eyesight. He wouldn't be easily fooled by Hua Yu Daoist's few words. With just one glance, he could tell that Shen Tianguan, the Divine Judge, was not using his full strength against the combined attack of Tie Hulongmang and Shen Tianguan, but was still holding back, as if he was worried about something.

"Strange, Shen Tianguan's strength is clearly superior to those two dogs from the Myriad Manifestations Sect. It wouldn't be difficult for him to defeat them. But I don't know why he's so cautious in his attacks during the fight. Could it be..."
Zhao Qi's mind raced as he seemed to catch a faint, almost imperceptible aura. In a flash, his gaze shifted to the side, where he saw an elderly man with three long tufts of white hair standing among a group of white-robed disciples behind the three. The old man had narrow eyes that were gleaming with a sinister light as he watched the three fighting in front of him. His hands were tucked behind his back into his long sleeves, where energy surged and purple light flickered, clearly indicating his sinister intention to eliminate the three fighting in front of him at any moment.

"No wonder Shen Tianguan was so hesitant, not daring to go all out. It turns out he was constantly on guard against this white-haired old monster beside him." Zhao Qi sensed the strange situation, but neither acted nor revealed anything. He continued to hold Yun Yun, standing still and observing. In his heart, he thought to himself, "Although my current realm is far different from before, the various forces in Shenzhao Peak are still not to be underestimated. If these two don't use their true abilities to fight to the death, even if I take action, it will be useless!"

Zhao Qi stood quietly in place, unmoved, which made Hua Yu Daoist anxious. He pleaded for a moment but to no avail. Receiving no response from Zhao Qi, he immediately drew his longsword with a clang, pointing it at the trio of Shen Tianguan fighting ahead. He shouted, ready to charge, but Zhao Qi kicked him to the ground, grumbling, "What an idiot! Can't you see your Senior Brother Shen is holding back because he's too wary?"

As soon as Zhao Qi finished speaking, he concentrated his energy in his palm, twisting it to form a smooth pebble. He laughed, "Fine, since you're so impatient, I'll add fuel to the fire!" With a flick of his wrist, the pebble shot out, striking Shen Tianguan, who was deeply on guard in the trio, squarely on the ankle.
Shen Tianguan, who had been holding back his strength and fighting steadily, suddenly stumbled, his body tilting backward. The two, Tie Hulong and Mang, who had been coordinating their fierce attacks, were already deeply worried about not being able to defeat him. Seeing their opponents reveal an opening, they were not about to give up easily. Overjoyed, they raised their arms and unleashed their signature techniques, their iron arms whistling like the wind, striking at Shen Tianguan with the ferocity of tigers.

"Fierce Tiger Force!"

Shen Tianguan recognized the power of this move and dared not be careless in this perilous situation. He immediately performed a somersault to stabilize himself, and then, with a sudden burst of power from the black iron pen hidden in his sleeve, he used an extremely strange and cunning angle to pierce through the fierce and unrestrained gale of the two, striking the golden and silver iron arms that were swinging out from under their arms with a loud "clang."

In an instant, the gale exploded again, overturning a large group of disciples around the three of them. The three of them groaned, each staggering and unable to stand steadily, clearly having suffered serious internal injuries in the all-out battle.

At the critical moment, a loud laugh rang out. It was the white-haired elder who had been standing motionless in the crowd, suddenly leaping into the air. Purple light blazed from his rolled-up sleeves, accompanied by the whistling of wind, aiming directly at Shen Tianguan's gaunt face.

"Purple Sun Crane Palm! Senior Brother Shen, be careful, it's that old crane's signature move!"

Hua Yu Daoist, who had been kicked to the ground by Zhao Qi, cried out in alarm upon seeing the danger.

"Old Shen, it's too late! Even if you unleash your Heaven-Reversing Technique now, you're doomed!" The white-haired elder gathered all his strength and slammed his palm down towards Shen Tianguan's face.

At the crucial moment, a figure swept into the arena like a whirlwind. It was Zhao Qi, alone, who charged in and met the white-haired elder's palm strike from mid-air.

With a deafening boom, many disciples fighting in the Divine Omen Palace lost their footing and tumbled to the ground. The white-haired elder, who had been soaring through the air with high spirits, exchanged a heavy palm strike with Zhao Qi from a distance. Instantly, the purple light dissipated, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, knocking down a row of white-robed disciples behind him before finally regaining his footing. His face was now ashen, and his withered right palm was covered with blood lines, turning bluish-black. It was clear that he had been injured in the palm by the backlash from Zhao Qi's palm strike.

The white-haired old man swept his sleeve across the ground, twisting mid-air to barely deflect the force of the attack. He took a few steps back to regain his footing, then subtly concealed his injured hand with a flick of his long sleeve. He said, "Who are you, and why do you interfere in the affairs of my inner sect?" "

I am Zhao Qi, the master of all the peaks of Shenzhao Peak." Zhao Qi slowly withdrew his stance, palm raised to the sky. "And who are you, sir, and why did you secretly assassinate and wantonly slaughter people on my Shenzhao Peak?"

"I am He Qingyang, the master of Shenjiu Peak!" Upon hearing Zhao Qi's self-identification, the white-haired elder's expression turned solemn. His eyelids, visible through his narrow slits, lifted slightly before falling again, clearly indicating a subtle shift in his thoughts. He bowed with one hand and said, "So you are the direct disciple of the Great Buddha of Discipline. No wonder you possess such astonishing skill in every gesture. Just now, seeing the enemy who killed my senior brother Feng so close at hand, I was eager for revenge and disregarded the etiquette of the temple, rashly taking action. I hope you will forgive my esteemed master!"

In his speech, he emphasized the words "direct disciple," clearly intending to distinguish Zhao Qi from his subjective identity as the master of Shenzhao Peak.

Hearing the cryptic words of the Crane Sect Master, Zhao Qi remained unperturbed. With a flick of his wrist, he helped Shen Tianguan, who had suffered internal injuries in the duel with Tie Hulong and Mang, to his feet. He smiled and said, "I arrived a step too late, causing Brother Shen's Divine Omen Palace to suffer a great loss for no reason. Please forgive me, Brother Shen!"

"Ahem... I am very grateful for Venerable Zhao's help. May I ask why Venerable Zhao has graced us with his presence today..." Shen Tianguan had just been saved by Zhao Qi and was secretly wondering why Zhao Qi had come to his aid. Upon hearing Zhao Qi's words, his heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding crept in. He quickly tried to organize his thoughts and organize his words in an attempt to confuse the situation. Unexpectedly, before he could finish his carefully crafted speech, the figure of Hua Yu Daoist, dressed in a light blue robe, suddenly appeared. With a few quick slaps of his whisk, he knocked down several sword-wielding white-robed disciples from Shenjiu Peak. Hua Yu burst into the crowd, rushing to Shen Tianguan's side and interrupting him, panting, "Senior Brother Shen, that old crane didn't hurt you, did he? Luckily, I managed to get Chief Zhao to come to your aid at the crucial moment, otherwise that old crane would have really succeeded in his sneak attack..."

Shen Tianguan's eyelids twitched in shock at Hua Yu Daoist's sudden words. His already pale face turned even whiter, and he inwardly wailed, "It's over, it's over! I had hoped to use clever words to get by under the pretext of fighting the enemy together, but now I'm on a pirate ship, completely unable to clear my name... Hua Yu, you little brat... you're a fool, you've ruined me... ruined me..."

Although Shen Tianguan was filled with sorrow, he was also a ruthless character. He knew that if he were to refuse again at this moment, he would likely face not only a combined attack from the Wanxiang Sect and the Shenjiu Peak, but also that his Shenzhao Palace lineage would be condemned by everyone on Shenzhao Peak and would have virtually no place to stand.

Seeing that things were developing in the direction he least wanted to see, Shen Tianguan decided to go all in. He bowed deeply to Zhao Qi, his hands gripping two four-foot-long, dark judge's pens. Pointing at the two burly twin men, Crane Sect Master and Iron Fern Dragon Mang, he said, "Chief Zhao, I will certainly remember your kindness in coming to our aid today. However, the Myriad Manifestations Sect and Divine Vulture Peak have always disrespected the name of the Chief Shenzhao Peak Master. Today, they have even wantonly slaughtered my inner disciples. How about I take matters into my own hands and eliminate these two sects for you, Chief Zhao?"

"Heh!"

"You audacious scoundrels, give me back my fourth brother's life!"

The one who roared was the two burly twin men, Iron Fern Dragon Mang, who had gotten up from the ground. Their eyes were bloodshot, and like two hungry dogs, they swung their thick iron arms and pounced on Zhao Qi like madmen.

Faced with the sudden and immense danger, Zhao Qi seemed oblivious, his hands behind his back, composed and unhurried. But then, Shen Tianguan beside Zhao Qi let out a disdainful sneer, saying, "With that old brute Zhu Xinglie of the Myriad Manifestations Sect gone, these two mere rabid dogs dare to bark and bite wildly? Chief Zhao, today I, Shen, will take the heads of these two mad dogs for you." With that, two dark judge's pens flashed with a cold light from his sleeves, ready to strike. But Zhao Qi waved his hand, saying, "No need!" As soon as he

finished speaking, Zhao Qi's figure moved with lightning speed, leaping out from the ground. His arms straightened and then suddenly extended, like a powerful leopard, his figure crashing heavily into the fierce tiger-like force unleashed by the twin, burly men, Tie Hulongmang. A deafening boom resounded.

In a single exchange, both Tie Hu and Long Mang were knocked to the ground by Zhao Qi's brute force, who struck them first despite being behind. Their iron arms were shattered on their shoulders, and they clutched their chests, vomiting blood.

This Fierce Tiger Force was one of the most swift and ferocious moves in the Wanxiang Sect. The sect leader, Zhu Xinglie, had once used this move to severely injure three of the most powerful warriors of Beiwei, gaining fame throughout the land. The fact that he, a bandit from the Northwest, successfully accepted the temple's offer of amnesty and settled in Shenzhao Peak speaks volumes about the move's ferocity. Yet now, Zhao Qi had easily and ruthlessly broken it, revealing the shock felt by everyone present.

Zhao Qi clapped his hands, shaking off the dust, straightened his back, and didn't even glance at the two brothers, Tie Hu and Long Mang, who were vomiting blood and collapsed on the ground. With a calm and profound gaze,
Zhao Qi surveyed the group of Divine Vulture Peak disciples guarding him, then focused on He Qingyang, whose face was ashen. He said indifferently, "Sect Master He, may my brute strength be of any use?" Zhao Qi understood the simple principle of substance over form. To quickly establish his authority, he unleashed his full power without hesitation. Without any fancy moves, he defeated Tie Hulong and Mang, two of the strongest members of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, in a single blow with brute force.

After a long while, Sect Master He, who had been concealing his injuries, his face grim and his expression shifting, nodded slightly and said, "Your Excellency's divine skill is extraordinary; I naturally admire it."

"Even so, in Sect Master He's opinion, with my strength, could I be appointed as the master of Divine Illumination Peak?" Zhao Qi asked aggressively, making no attempt to conceal his thoughts.

"It is possible, but it is also not!" Sect Master He replied.

Zhao Qi hadn't expected He Qingyang to give him such an ambiguous answer under pressure, and his expression changed as he said, "Oh, Sect Master He's words have a deeper meaning. Perhaps you could share your thoughts with me?" "

As for strength, I naturally admire you immensely; you truly have nothing to say!" Sect Master He's aged voice said unhurriedly, "However, if you wish to become the master of Shenzhao Peak, strength alone is not enough, Venerable One!"
"Does Sect Master He mean that I, Zhao Qi, have no foundation on this peak?" Zhao Qi had worked overseas for many years and was extremely experienced. Upon hearing He Qingyang's words, he immediately understood the implication and said, "If that's the case, then in Sect Master He's opinion, how can I, Zhao Qi, secure my position as the peak master of Shenzhao Peak?"

Sect Master He had not expected Zhao Qi to react so quickly, seeing through his hidden meaning at a glance. He held Zhao Qi in even higher regard and said, "Venerable One, do you know why no one has succeeded as peak master of Shenzhao Peak for nearly half a century?"

"Please enlighten me, Sect Master He!" Zhao Qi said earnestly.

"This Divine Illumination Peak is different from the other peaks of the Divine Temple. Not only are there various sects and clans standing side by side within its mountain gates, but there are also bandits and rebels from the harsh northwest, as well as orthodox Taoist practitioners who diligently cultivate profound arts. The forces are intricate and incredibly complex. Doesn't Your Excellency find something amiss?" Sect Master He stared at Zhao Qi with his narrow eyes.

"Could it be..." As Zhao Qi listened to He Qingyang's words, a ridiculous possibility suddenly occurred to him, and he blurted out.

"Your Excellency is indeed quick-witted; it seems you are not merely a brave warrior." Then, the aged and sinister voice of the Crane Sect Master continued, "Your Excellency's guess is correct. The sixteen peaks of my Divine Illumination Peak are precisely the extreme melting pot used by the Divine Palace to exile and harbor the rebels and bandits recruited by the Great Qing Dynasty."

As He Qingyang spoke, he glanced at the sinister-looking Shen, the Divine Official beside Zhao Qi, and said, "This old man Shen's ancestors were all eunuchs of the Great Qing royal family." For generations, they had controlled the state and wreaked havoc on the court. Only because of the punishment of the descending goddess of the previous generation, their entire clan was exiled here. These two brutes were born into a band of bandits in the far northwest, exceptionally fierce. They swarmed across the land like locusts, burning, killing, raping, and plundering, sweeping across the southwestern borders of the land, wreaking havoc. This band of ruthless bandits should have met a terrible end, but because the imperial army of the Great Qing Dynasty was deployed to the six garrisons and unable to suppress them, they accepted the temple's offer of amnesty and took control of this place.

"No wonder the forces within Divine Illumination Peak are so chaotic and bizarre!" Zhao Qi, hearing He Qingyang's explanation, immediately understood. This also explained why the old temple master had so readily bestowed upon him the position of a Venerable One; it was all part of his plan.

"If I hadn't heard this today, I would still be completely in the dark. That old man from the Divine Sense Palace is truly cunning!" Zhao Qi thought back to the scenes of his previous exchanges with the old Palace Master from the Divine Sense Palace, and a cold sweat broke out on his body. "Divine punishment, divine punishment... it's punishing vicious outcasts like us."

As Zhao Qi's mind raced with these thoughts, he heard the Divine Official Shen beside him raise his eyebrows and shout sharply, "Old man He, you mock our eunuch lineage, but why don't you first inquire about your ancestors? Whose ancestors spent their days in the Divine King's Palace peddling elixirs, pretending to be gods and ghosts, and deceiving the world!"

"Hehe, Elder Shen, don't be so rude. I'm just stating the facts. The past is long gone, why delve into it?" He Qingyang coughed and said, "The highly respected powerful figures in the temple look down on this place, and the lesser-ranking old masters disdain this desolate land. The rest lack the strength to govern the nearly one hundred large and small forces within my Divine Illumination Peak. This is the main reason why no one in my Divine Illumination Peak has been able to take over as peak master for so many years!"

"Then, according to Sect Master He's wishes, what should I do to convince you?" After listening to He Qingyang's explanation, Zhao Qi suddenly realized that although this white-bearded Daoist from Shenjiu Peak, over sixty years old, acted ruthlessly, he was also a man of great talent. If he could be recruited and properly managed, he would be a great asset. So, he said earnestly, word by word, "This matter is crucial. Please answer carefully, Master Qingyang."

Zhao Qi changed his form of address to "Master," which showed that he already had the intention to recruit him.

"Ignorance is truly meaningless!" He Qingyang shook his head and sighed upon hearing Zhao Qi's sincere attitude. "I'm afraid it will be difficult. The various branches of Shenzhao Peak have always been very exclusive, especially towards someone like Venerable One who forcibly intervenes based on outward appearances of nobility!"

"It would be a great pity if Master refused to help." Zhao Qi also shook his head and sighed.

He Qingyang sighed repeatedly, then a strange light flashed in his narrow eyes, and he smiled sinisterly, "The path to power is fraught with difficulties, but if Your Excellency can subdue one person, I, He Qingyang, and all the disciples under Shenjiu Peak will willingly serve you!"

"Oh? For Mr. Qingyang to be so wary, that person must have already gained considerable influence within Shenzhao Peak. Mr. Qingyang, please ask who that person is?" Zhao Qi, who had thought it impossible to recruit this person, suddenly brightened upon hearing this.

He Qingyang flicked his sleeve and pointed to Tie Hu and Long Mang, who were lying on the ground in front of Zhao Qi, saying, "The former leader of the bandits who swept across the Northwest, commanding 100,000 horse bandits, the Grand Master of Wanxiang Palace—Zhu Xinglie!"

"That vicious old man He! I won't fall for your tricks! This is a scheme to use one tiger to devour another!" Surrounded by enemies, Shen Shen had almost no foothold on Shenzhao Peak. The only person he could temporarily rely on was Zhao Qi. Upon hearing this, he was immediately enraged and recounted the entire conversation he had had with the others in the hall that day about restraining Zhao Qi. He said, "Chief Zhao, don't be fooled! That old bastard He is not honest. He'll do anything to survive. The scheme he devised for your mountain climbing ceremony was entirely his doing!"

Zhao Qi felt a surge of annoyance recalling the cold reception he had received upon first arriving at Shenzhao Peak. However, he wasn't the type to hold grudges. He realized that if he really acted ruthlessly on Shenzhao Peak, he might end up like He Qingyang had arranged, achieving nothing and ultimately being expelled from the mountain in disgrace. Zhao Qi's admiration for He Qingyang's strategy of concealing his intentions grew even stronger. He waved his hand and said, "Whether it's a case of the fisherman reaping the benefits or using one tiger to devour another, if one truly wants to control the entire Shenzhao Peak, a decisive battle with Zhu Xinglie is inevitable. It's only a matter of time. If I truly fail, I will have no right to pursue anything else!"

Zhao Qi was a decisive man. Once he had a thought in mind, he made a decision immediately. "Mr. Qingyang, take them to the Wanxiang Sect and convey my battle order. Tell them that I, Zhao Qi, the master of Shenzhao Peak, am willing to fight him here in three days. If I win, I will be in charge; if I lose, he will have the final say!"

"Very well, Your Excellency has great courage! I will certainly do my best to make this battle happen!" He Qingyang said, cupping his hands. "Zhu Xinglie is currently on a campaign and has not yet returned to the mountain. This matter is of great importance, and I must personally go to invite him. If Your Excellency has no other words, I will take my leave now!" After saying this, he glanced at his white eyebrows, and a group of white-robed disciples beside him immediately stepped forward and carried away the two who had fainted, Tie Hu and Long Mang.

Seeing that He Qingyang and all the disciples of Shenjiu Peak were about to leave, Shen Shen was extremely anxious. Holding two dark and gleaming judge's pens, he repeatedly warned in a shrill voice, "Your Excellency, do not believe the rumors and let the tiger return to the mountain. Once that old man He returns, he will surely conspire with those brutes to harm you. Now is the perfect opportunity to eliminate the Shenjiu Peak faction and weaken the Wanxiang Sect. If you wait until the decisive battle in three days, you will be surrounded on all sides. You cannot fight against so many. Even if your profound skills are extraordinary, Your Excellency, you will definitely be no match for tens of thousands of bandits!"

What Shen Shen said was not without reason, and Zhao Qi also kept thinking about it in his heart. However, he knew that if he were to eliminate all traces now, he might achieve temporary success, but unifying all the forces within Shenzhao Peak would take an unknown amount of time. He didn't have that much time to waste. The Divine Continent Sacrifice was imminent, and all he could do now was fight with all his might. If he missed this opportunity, Zhao Qi might regret it for the rest of his life. Moreover, Zhao Qi possessed a top-secret weapon from the most advanced modern era, along with the six divine talismans gifted by the Qi Dynasty. Zhao Qi was confident that if Zhu Xinglie didn't engage in a direct confrontation, he could take his life among thousands with his own strength.

Zhao Qi shook his head, stopping Shen Shenguan's incessant urging in his ear. Watching He Qingyang lead his disciples away quickly, he suddenly laughed and said loudly, "It seems that in Master Qingyang's eyes, Zhu Xinglie, like me, must be an outsider!"

He Qingyang's body trembled slightly. He turned to look at Zhao Qi, who stood atop the mountain peak, sporting a buzz cut and a tall, imposing figure. His expression was complex and unfathomable. He sighed inwardly, "This boy is ruthless; it seems there's no turning back."

"Only knowing how to be brave and fierce, is utterly unwise!"

Under the flickering candlelight, Zhao Qi and Yun Yun sat naked on the bed. In the dim candlelight, one could clearly see Zhao Qi's thick, black penis deeply inserted into the firm, pert buttocks of the beautiful woman he was embracing. The soft, pink vulva was glistening with wet, white fluid where it connected to his penis, clearly indicating that the two had just engaged in a fierce struggle in this small chamber.

"While recklessness is unwise, my wife, do you know the old saying, 'Put yourself in a desperate situation, and you will survive'?" Zhao Qi said, his eyes gleaming. Suddenly, he opened his arms and tightly embraced the naked Yun Yun before him, saying affectionately, "It's been a while since we last met. Have you missed me, my wife?"

"You're lying," Yun Yun spat, offering no resistance as Zhao Qi held her tightly. Her crimson lips parted slightly, "Are you perhaps thinking of Yang Shenpan and my senior sister right now?"

"What?" Zhao Qi's heart pounded as Yun Yun in his arms read his mind. He stared wide-eyed at the naked, delicate woman in his arms, saying, "Could it be that this Ming Shen Gong has the ability to communicate with minds, allowing you to know even what I'm thinking?"

"The Ming Divine Skill isn't that miraculous!" Yun Yun stared coldly at Zhao Qi with her beautiful eyes and said, "You're hard, and it's even harder than before since I mentioned it. If you weren't thinking about those two, why would you have such a change?"

Yun Yun was absolutely right. Zhao Qi's thoughts had indeed been wandering. He was just wondering if his goddesses, Yang Shenpan and Qi Baixue, were still lying in bed being violated by the lecherous men of the Divine King's Palace. Now, hearing Yun Yun's righteous yet crude words, he suddenly felt dizzy. The erotic scene he had heard in the carriage yesterday—Qi Baixue being deflowered and violated in bed by Qingli Old Ghost and a group of clan members while she was still injured—replayed in his mind.

Zhao Qi felt incredibly dizzy, and a stiff, throbbing pain shot through his lower body. He couldn't help but cup Yun Yunqian's waist in his hands, thrusting his lower abdomen slightly, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Woman, stop talking about 'senior sister.' It's just you and me here. Tonight I want to ejaculate on you many, many, many times. How about we stay up all night together?"

"No!" Yun Yun felt Zhao Qi's firm and hot erection emanating from her lower orifice. Her eyes were resolute as she resolutely shook her head and refused, saying, "The Ming Shen Gong is the essence of heaven and earth. It requires the harmony of Yin and Yang, with each complementing the other. Neither of us has practiced it for some time now, so the Yang in your body has already far exceeded the Yin. In two more days, it will be the day that determines your fate. If you don't hurry up and practice with me to replenish your Yin and Yang and restore balance, I'm afraid that when powerful enemies surround you and the pressure of the profound arts is applied, you will not be able to suppress the excess Yin and Yang energy in your body, and there is a risk of Yang fire backfiring!"

The Ming Shen Gong requires Yin and Yang to complement each other and support each other. Once you start practicing it, you cannot stop. Yun Yun's words were sincere and not meant to fool Zhao Qi. In the past few days, Zhao Qi himself had also vaguely felt the intense, scorching burning deep within his heart. He thought that if it weren't for the combined suppression of Jing Huangcheng and Qi Baixue's half-body pure true energy, he would probably have already lost his mind and spirit and gone mad.

Zhao Qi pondered the various possibilities, a chill creeping into his heart: "This Ming Shen Gong, though it brings me countless benefits, is also like a drug. Once you begin practicing it, you can't stop for life. If Yun'er were to leave me one day, leaving me without a cultivation partner, wouldn't I inevitably perish and vanish from this world?"

With this thought, the fire within Zhao Qi vanished, replaced by a cold sweat. He said, "Yun'er, is there any way to adapt this Ming Shen Gong? If so, we must be inseparable. If something unexpected happens in the future, I fear we will both ultimately perish!"

"You little lecherous monk, you had the audacity to rape me back then, but now you lack the courage to bear the consequences?" Yun Yun's beautiful eyes widened slightly as she looked at Zhao Qi's somewhat somber face, and she laughed self-deprecatingly: "If this Ming Shen Gong weren't so uniquely gifted, unparalleled in the world, why would Yin Tianchou, the leader of the Seven Profound Demon Sect, go to such lengths and spare no expense to capture me alive?"

"Did the Seven Profound Meridians Master, Yin Tianchou, capture you for the sake of the Ming Divine Skill?" Zhao Qi seemed to have considered a possibility, his heart burning with desire, and he blurted out, "Then isn't he afraid of suffering a backlash from the profound skill one day?"
"An eye for an eye! You stole my profound skill back then, and I don't hold a grudge against you!" Yun Yun ignored Zhao Qi's question, her clear and bright eyes staring directly into his, and said, "Little lecherous monk, promise me, no matter what, you must keep your life. If I'm lucky enough to survive a few more years, I will help you through the final hurdle!"
"Don't think nonsense, you'll be fine with me here!" Hearing Yun Yun's heartfelt words, Zhao Qi felt deeply moved and couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Yun Yun's soft and fragrant moist lips passionately, saying, "Woman, I can't hold back anymore, I really want to ejaculate on you, will you stick your ass up and let me penetrate you?"

"No, practice your skills first!" Yun Yun smelled Zhao Qi's hot breath and felt the swelling bulge in her lower body. Her pretty face hardened, and she said coldly.

"But I really can't hold back anymore, I want you so much!" Zhao Qi kissed Yun Yun's soft cheek and ear while his hands roughly kneaded Yun Yun's firm buttocks. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder. We didn't have enough fun just now. Let me fuck you properly again. Hmm, I'll give you a good pounding in your tender little asshole too!" As he spoke, he unconsciously spread Yun Yun's buttocks apart and slowly inserted his middle finger into her tight, delicate anus.

"Zhao Qi, are you insane... With such a powerful enemy before us, you still indulge in lust like this!" Yun Yun's rear was suddenly attacked, and she felt a tingling sensation in her heart. She still clenched her teeth and gasped, "Let's practice first. Once we've finished practicing and overcome this difficulty, I'll let you do as you please!"

"No, that's too long. I can't wait." Zhao Qi ignored the firm words of the delicate woman in his arms and continued to do as he pleased. His hands went up to her firm and proud breasts and began to slowly knead and play with them.
"Zhao Qi, listen to me. Let's practice first..." Yun Yun's body was getting hotter and hotter, but she still insisted on her own opinion.
"Let's manipulate her acupoints first!" Zhao Qi did not object and began to grope Yun Yun, gradually increasing the intensity of his movements.
"Practicing first... will be good for you..." Seeing Zhao Qi's stubbornness and his return to a frenzied state, Yun Yun was anxious and couldn't help but try to stop him. However, before she could finish her advice, she was met with Zhao Qi's deep, forceful thrust.

"Mmm... you little lecher..." Her tender, delicate orifice was suddenly attacked again. Yun Yun hadn't expected Zhao Qi to be so disobedient and so thorough. In an instant, the memories of the rape she had suffered over the past few months flooded her mind again, and she felt an overwhelming sense of resentment. Unconsciously, her slender fingers surged with strength, spread open, and grasped Zhao Qi's vulnerable spot.

Yun Yun gritted her teeth, seemingly wanting to ruthlessly extinguish the life force in the man's back vein, but after much hesitation, she was ultimately defeated by a strange tenderness in her heart. She couldn't help but soften her grip, her delicate hands releasing their force, and gently caressed Zhao Qi's strong, dark back. Her ten fair and delicate fingers slowly stroked the long, menacing scar on Zhao Qi's back, which resembled a fierce and hideous mark. Her body trembled in response, surrendering, lost in a daze…

[The End]

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