Boundless tenderness

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The rain of swords on the wasteland lasted for a long time. The Third Prince's right arm was severed, and he watched helplessly as his subordinates fell one by one in the carnage. His heart was filled with fear and pain, yet he couldn't take a step.

Many of his less skilled subordinates were quickly pierced through, dying with resentment. Only a few experts escaped using their unique skills, and no one paid any attention to the Third Prince anymore.

The weapons seemed to understand Lin Xuanyan's words, and thus did not attack the Third Prince. The cleaver that had severed the Third Prince's arm was particularly ecstatic after licking a mouthful of blood, as if it had returned to many years ago when it was a famous sword, hanging at the waist of a chivalrous swordsman in a blue robe, crossing rivers in a light boat, living a life of swift vengeance. Now, the face of its former master was long blurred, and the feeling of licking blood from the blade felt like a distant memory.

After this battle, they would inevitably be considered ominous, even losing their value as tableware.

But no one would regret it, because after this day, they were different.

On the snowy plain, Lin Xuanyan carried Pei Yuhan further and further away.

Pei Yuhan weakly clung to his neck, resting her face against it. Lin Xuanyan held her legs as they walked across the snowfield.

Lin Xuanyan remained silent, and she kept her head down. After a while, remembering the scene, she felt somewhat embarrassed and wanted to say something, but then two sharp slaps rang out. She groaned in pain. Lin Xuanyan had slapped her bottom hard twice.

Pei Yuhan swallowed the words she wanted to say, not daring to utter a single sound.

The rhythmic slapping echoed across the silent snowfield. Pei Yuhan clung to his neck, letting him hold her while slapping her bottom. One could imagine her incredibly pert buttocks swaying slightly through her trousers, creating waves of fleshy tremor.

Even if her cultivation were at its peak, let alone now that it was sealed, she wouldn't dare use her magic to resist her master's punishment, and could only let her firm, tender buttocks endure one slap after another.

She leaned on Lin Xuanyan's shoulder, not begging for mercy, but listening to the soft, shy slapping sounds, feeling the burning pain and strange sensation in her backside.

She suddenly remembered that snowy night when she had bent over in front of him, uttering lewd words, and being slapped by him. Back then, she was helpless, forced to let Lin Xuanyan witness her lewd punishment.

Many years ago, when she was a truly aloof swordswoman, she couldn't imagine bending over in front of someone she hated.

But she could feel herself changing. Her unwavering will had been nearly shattered by Ji Yitian's mere month of guidance and training, and the subsequent intensified manipulation and discipline had made many things seem less shameful and more commonplace.

She kept many of those things to herself, especially from Lin Xuanyan, hoping that in his heart she would forever remain innocent.

Today, as he mercilessly spanked her in the wasteland, a flood of memories of her past disciplines washed over her, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. The resounding slaps were like thunder in her ears, her plump buttocks trembling with each blow, yet her heart was churning like a tempestuous spring.

How shameful this should have been!

She couldn't help but recall the time Lin Xuanyan punished her by making her kneel and then striking her palms with bamboo sticks. Looking back, it seemed ridiculous. Would he hold a grudge, planning to punish her severely once the truth came out?

But ultimately, it was her own foolishness.

Last night, he had told her that she must always put herself first, never be indecisive, and that if she disobeyed, he would beat her to a pulp. Today, she had been so disobedient, almost harming him and nearly being chained and stripped naked by the Third Prince and dragged back to the palace. Compared to that, being spanked and carried to Old Well City by her master was incredibly fortunate.

Pei Yuhan's cheeks flushed slightly, her legs trembled slightly as she stood together. Lin Xuanyan held her calves, and the sound of his slaps against her buttocks continued. Her long robe had been torn in the battle, and now she wore only a pale gray

, close-fitting shirt. Her chest pressed against Lin Xuanyan's shoulder, trembling with each of his punishments. She could even feel her nipples slowly throbbing, rubbing against his chest through her clothes, as if they might burst at any moment. They walked silently and quickly across the cold snowfield.

By the time they approached Old Well City, Pei Yuhan had lost count of how many slaps she had received.

"Do you know you were wrong?" Lin Xuanyan finally spoke.

Pei Yuhan obediently nodded: "I know."

Lin Xuanyan nodded: "Hmm."

Then, with a sharp crack, he slapped her again. Pei Yuhan's brows furrowed, she bit her lip, and let out a soft hum.

They were about to enter the city, and the streets would surely be crowded. She could endure any punishment in the wild, but if things continued like this after entering the city, how could she save face?

Pei Yuhan pleaded, "Master, I was really wrong. I promise I'll be obedient from now on, no matter what, okay?" Lin Xuanyan said, "If you're wrong, you have to be beaten. And you must have the right attitude when you're beaten. Didn't you say that when you hit my palm with a bamboo stick before?"

Pei Yuhan was startled, thinking that he really was holding a grudge from back then. She immediately put on a pitiful look and said, "Can you not hit me now? It'll be too embarrassing once we enter the city..." Lin Xuanyan slapped her again, making her brows furrow. He said calmly, "Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you were led into the city on a dog leash by Xuanyuan Lian?"

Pei Yuhan blushed and lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly over her bright eyes.

She felt both afraid and expectant of Lin Xuanyan's admonition, as if she had suddenly returned to hundreds of years ago, revealing the behavior of a young girl. Back then, her master punished her in the same way.

But in Lin Xuanyan's mind, this was different from hundreds of years ago. Back then, she was just a thin, frail little girl; now, she was curvaceous, with a wonderfully sculpted figure.

Lin Xuanyan said, "It seems your attitude in admitting your mistake is still very poor."

Pei Yuhan suddenly had a bad feeling. She opened her mouth, saying aggrievedly, "I really know I was wrong. I will never be so weak again."

Lin Xuanyan ignored her, simply stopping his slapping motion. His hand moved to the edge of her trousers, and with a flick of his finger, he gently hooked up her belt.

Pei Yuhan felt a chill in her heart, thinking, "Could it be that he's going to… no way…" Realizing Lin Xuanyan's action, Pei Yuhan's heart trembled wildly, filled with both panic and shyness: "Master… no, I was wrong… don't take it off… ah… I was really wrong." She began to struggle desperately, but her calves were held tightly by Lin Xuanyan, unable to move. She weakly punched Lin Xuanyan's back, trying to break free.

Lin Xuanyan slapped her hard, wrinkling the soft white fabric of her trousers. He said sternly, "Behave yourself."

Pei Yuhan's struggles weakened considerably. She silently felt a finger slipping into her belt like a fish. Her body tensed, she curled up slightly, and her pretty cheeks flushed crimson.

"No..."

"I was wrong..."

Pei Yuhan whispered in Lin Xuanyan's ear, pleading softly.

Suddenly, a chill ran down her back.

She realized her trousers had been pulled down to mid-thigh.

The pale white silk underpants covered her rosy buttocks, marked with handprints, like an Arctic poppy blooming on a desolate snowfield.

She could already hear voices around her.

They had entered the city.

Was she really going to be spanked naked in the street by her master? She quickly covered her face with her sleeves, her long hair cascading down her sides, feeling utterly ashamed and wanting to bury herself in it.

*Smack!*

Pei Yuhan let out a soft whimper, a cry of pain.

Then came a torrent of rapid slaps, making Pei Yuhan tremble violently, begging for mercy in low voices. She dared not raise her head, for she could already hear the whispers of passersby.

"Master, please spare Yuhan! Don't hit her here, it's too shameful!" "Master, I know I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"Hmm… I won't do it again, it hurts."

Her soft, pitiful pleas did not sway his iron heart.

The slaps continued to fall, her burning buttocks exposed to the air, the cold wind barely diminishing their warmth.

All the surrounding passersby stared in utter shock at this absurd scene.

A woman whose face was obscured but whose figure was unbelievably stunning was being spanked by a young boy, her bare bottom exposed?

What a sensual scene!

Many people watched intently, completely mesmerized, especially some men who couldn't even move.

A middle-aged woman, seeing her husband unable to move, shoved him twice and cursed, "What's so interesting about a whore? She's showing her bare bottom in the street, doesn't she know shame?" Another woman chimed in, "She must be some high-ranking official's maid who's committed some offense and been dragged out to be beaten. Ha, with that figure, she'd be perfect for a brothel."

"I wonder what her face looks like."

"Her face is definitely not good, otherwise why would she be covering herself with her hands?" But the men's thoughts were completely different.

Any man seeing such a stunning woman being humiliated like this would inevitably feel pity and resentment.

"Is this a husband disciplining his young wife?"

"How could a husband be so cruel? Look at that young woman's bottom, it's been beaten like this. I think they're more like siblings."

"They don't look like siblings at all, they're more like brothers and sisters. But who in this world beats their sister?" "I think it's some prostitute who offended a rich young master and was dragged out to be punished. Those filthy whores think they're precious, charging higher and higher prices, pretending to be virtuous and saying they sell their art but not their bodies. I think they're all cut from the same cloth." "Those long legs, those breasts, and that perky, fat ass. When she was being hit, those fleshy buttocks rolled so beautifully. It must feel so good. I wish I could hit her a couple of times..." Pei Yuhan listened to the gossip of the passersby while enduring Lin Xuanyan's endless lecture. A strange fire burned fiercely inside her, making her itch and her skin burn. The slaps to her lower body were like drawing water from a well, a surge of excitement was about to burst forth at any moment. Pei Yuhan knew what this was. If she showed such an ugly side now, she would be completely ashamed.

She silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in her heart, fiercely enduring the pain, locking the gate that was about to burst open at any moment.

Suddenly, she heard a man's voice beside her.

It turned out that a scholar, unable to bear it any longer, shouted, "This is an insult to scholarship! An insult to scholarship!" and rushed towards Lin Xuanyan, sleeves rolled up, wanting to rescue the woman who had fallen into the hands of thieves.

Lin Xuanyan slapped him away, and the man fell heavily to the ground, blaming himself for being useless, while shouting, "Miss, I will definitely come to save you!"

Many others, believing themselves to be strong, surrounded him. Although Lin Xuanyan's Qi Sea was shattered and his cultivation was reduced to less than one-tenth, these people were no match for him. After a series of loud bangs on the street, Lin Xuanyan walked out from the crowd of people groaning in pain, carrying the beautiful woman deeper into the street, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Why does this woman look so much like that Cold Palace Sword Immortal?" "Pah! How does she resemble Fairy Pei? Fairy Pei is so exceptionally beautiful. Although she also has large breasts and a pert bottom, she only inspires a sense of sacredness and beauty. Who would even think of defiling her?" "Exactly! Fairy Pei is such a person, how can she be compared to this kind of slut?" Upon hearing the name Pei Yuhan, she could no longer calm down. She lowered her head and covered her face with her hands.

With the next slap, she let out a soft moan, her defenses completely breached. A warm current gushed from her lower body, instantly wetting her inner thighs. Her waist convulsed uncontrollably, her toes curling tightly inside her embroidered shoes. Waves of pleasure and shame washed over her mind. She felt her whole body tighten, the exhilarating humiliation overwhelming her like a maddened butterfly. Forgetting where she was, her shoulders parted, her neck arched, emitting moans and gasps that would be irresistible to anyone who heard them.

The warm current gushed out, splashing onto the street. Her buttocks were red, her flesh rippling, her lower body muddy. Her trousers had been pulled down to her ankles, revealing half of her snow-white thighs. In this state, in public, she was being repeatedly slapped on the buttocks by a boy who looked much younger than herself. And she couldn't fight back, only able to cover her blushing face with her hands, afraid of being recognized.

Was she perhaps the most shameful saint in history?

Pei Yuhan had only one thought in her mind. In an empty mansion, Lu Jiajing placed the battered Zhao Nian on a bed and began to perform some simple treatments on him.

When Zhao Nian awoke from his unconsciousness, he happened to see a stunningly beautiful woman in a green dress circulating her internal energy to unblock his meridians. Despite being alone with her in the room, he felt no ill intentions, because he recognized her and knew her noble status, so he didn't understand why she had come to save him.

He wanted to get up and kowtow.

Lu Jiajing pressed him down, saying, "Don't move, rest well. Your internal injuries are too severe." Zhao Nian coughed and sincerely said, "Thank you for saving my life, Palace Master Lu." Lu Jiajing said, "You don't need to thank me. This was all arranged by Lin Xuanyan." Zhao Nian was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Junior Brother is really amazing."

Lu Jiajing suddenly asked, "What kind of person is your junior brother?" Zhao Nian suddenly thought that if his junior brother had defeated that Miss Ji at the Trial of the Dao Tournament, he might have formed a good relationship with this Palace Master Lu in front of him. Later, Palace Master Lu even went to the Northern Region with his junior brother. Could it be that during this time…?

Zhao Nian's answer became even more cautious: "Junior Brother's appearance was very sudden. At first, I thought he was just an ordinary person who was a bit good-looking, but that day, I personally witnessed him walk unimpeded to the deepest part of the Sword Pavilion in the Cold Palace. At that time, I knew he was very powerful, and even thought he was an undercover agent sent by another sect. I just didn't expect Junior Brother to be so powerful. Um… Junior Brother is naturally a bit aloof, Palace Master Lu, please don't take offense." After saying this, he felt a little foolish. Clearly, the Grand Palace Master in front of him seemed even more aloof than his junior brother.

Lu Jiajing thought for a moment and asked, "Anything else?"

Zhao Nian said, "Nothing much, it's just that although Junior Brother seems aloof, he's actually very kind to everyone." Lu Jiajing hummed in agreement and said, "I'll stabilize your injuries, then I'll go find your Junior Brother and Master." Zhao Nian suddenly remembered what Tao Shan had said to him in terror before he was captured that snowy day, and asked, "Palace Master Lu, may I ask you a question?"

Lu Jiajing said, "Go ahead."

Zhao Nian said, "Palace Master Lu, do you know about the Tang-Ming Rebellion? Could you tell me about it?" Lu Jiajing was taken aback and smiled wryly, "Why are you asking about this? That's ancient history." Zhao Nian sincerely said, "Palace Master Lu is indeed as learned as rumored. I heard a friend mention this matter last time, so I wanted to ask."

Lu Jiajing recalled for a moment, then continued, "That was an event from eight hundred years ago, also a struggle for the throne. The eldest prince, Xuanyuan Qian, spent his days idly, indulging in calligraphy, painting, woodworking, and ironwork. Many ministers proposed deposing him and establishing a new crown prince, but the emperor favored his eldest son and disliked his ambitious second son. So, in a certain year, the second prince, along with two ministers, launched a coup. One was a civil official named Tao Mingtang, and the other a military official named Zhao Yanhuang. The coup was simple: first, they instigated a rebellion among half the court officials, then they plotted to ambush and kill the eldest prince, Xuanyuan Qian, and finally forced the emperor to abdicate. That turmoil in the capital is known in history as the Tang-Huang Rebellion. Afterwards, the two meritorious officials who helped establish the emperor supposedly met a terrible end. There are many versions of this in historical records, but the consensus is that they were executed." Zhao Nian listened intently, taking a while to react. But he couldn't understand how Tao Shan could be involved in such a distant event. Could she be a descendant of the Tao family? But she said her father was Tao Mingtang. Who, besides a great cultivator, could live for nearly a thousand years?

It took him a while to react, and he quickly said, "Thank you, Palace Master Lu. You've taken too long to help me heal. Go find your junior brother and master first."

Lu Jiajing hummed in agreement and stood up. After a brief calculation, she was about to leave. She didn't know if they had finished after so long. She had been to Fuyu and knew how strong Bai Zhe was, but she had unwavering confidence in Lin Xuanyan. Since he was at ease, she didn't need to worry.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Wind and snow rushed in.

Lin Xuanyan stood outside, holding a woman with a beautiful figure. The woman in white was naked, her buttocks covered with bright red handprints. It was obvious what had happened along the way.

Lu Jiajing was shocked and speechless, looking at Pei Yuhan being held by Lin Xuanyan, and asked, "Are you...she...alright?" Zhao Nian, lying injured, was even more dumbfounded. He immediately saw his junior brother, then the woman in his arms. Just from her back view, he knew how beautiful she was, but why was her bottom bare?

And why was it so badly bruised? What were those water stains on her thighs...melted snow? No, that's...

From this angle, the woman's lower body was almost completely exposed. Beneath her extremely pert buttocks, amidst the neat and muddy grass, the slightly parted slit of flesh exuded a lewd heat.

"Ah!" Zhao Nian suddenly cried out.

Only then did he belatedly realize the woman's identity.

Wasn't this his master?

What was going on? How could a woman like his master appear like this? Had she just been severely spanked?

Normally, their master was aloof and solitary, her swordplay imbued with the spirit and pride of a renowned sword. Coupled with her beautiful face and graceful figure, she was always seen as a celestial being, untouched by worldly desires, and Xiaotang's eternal idol.

Zhao Nian felt as if struck by lightning, utterly unable to reconcile the image of this naked woman in white with her own sword-wielding master. Pei Yuhan, knowing Zhao Nian had witnessed her, felt utterly ashamed. She reached for her pants, only to be slapped again by Lin Xuanyan.

Lu Jiajing was even more shocked, staring at the messy finger marks covering her snow-white buttocks, wondering how many times she had been hit along the way. What had she done to anger Lin Xuanyan, who doted on his disciple so much?

Lin Xuanyan looked at Lu Jiajing and said, "Jing'er, is your room ready? Yuhan and I have some things to discuss privately, so please don't come in."

Lu Jiajing was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "You've gone too far! Why can't you say what's on your mind? Why do you have to do this?"

Pei Yuhan felt extremely wronged. Recalling how she had been bullied a while ago, she felt that retribution had come swiftly. And now, Yuhan was defending her without holding a grudge. She felt even more ashamed and moved, her face lowering further, not daring to look at Lu Jiajing again.

Lin Xuanyan said, "This is our sect's rule. I was severely beaten before when I made mistakes, right, Yuhan?"

Pei Yuhan gave a barely audible "Mmm."

Lu Jiajing frowned, reaching out to stop him, saying, "Anyway, you're not allowed to bully Yuhan. Put it down, unless you can hit me too."

Lin Xuanyan felt a headache coming on, saying, "Jing'er, some things are hard to explain right now. This matter... is our private matter. I'll explain it to you later, okay?" Lu Jiajing's tone was firm, saying, "No, if you can treat Yuhan like this today, how do you know you won't treat others like this tomorrow? Me? Or your fiancée? Or maybe you'll fall for someone else in the future. If I let you go today, I'll be letting down everyone else."

Lin Xuanyan lowered his head helplessly, his eyelids drooping, as if deep in thought. Lu Jiajing looked at him, and after a while, she reached out, wanting to rescue the humiliated woman from this great devil's arms.

Unexpectedly, Pei Yuhan suddenly said in a soft voice, "It's my fault... Sister Lu, you don't need to worry about me..." Lu Jiajing was stunned, then became even angrier. She slapped Pei Yuhan's already red and plump buttocks, causing the flesh to tremble. Pei Yuhan groaned in pain, her arms shaking.

"You worthless thing," Lu Jiajing pinched her waist hard, then pointed to a room on the right and said angrily, "That empty room was originally meant for you." Zhao Nian listened to their conversation, stunned for a long time.

It wasn't until Lu Jiajing slapped her buttocks again, the crisp sound of the slap bringing him to his senses, that he suddenly snapped out of his daze.

Zhao Nian finally confirmed that the person was indeed his exceptionally handsome master. His gaze was fixed on the most erotic spot at the end of her vulva. Looking at his master's private parts like that was incredibly disrespectful, but the scene was simply too beautiful. He was in the prime of his youth, and how could he control himself seeing his goddess pull down her trousers, her jade-like orifice slowly releasing its juices? It wasn't

until Lu Jiajing turned and glared at him that he snapped out of his daze, quickly averting his gaze. Recalling that breathtaking sight, he blushed deeply.

Lin Xuanyan carried her, pushed open the door, and tossed Pei Yuhan's now boneless body onto the bed before closing the door.

Zhao Nian stared at the closed door, mouth agape, thinking, "What's wrong with this world… When did disciples become allowed to treat their masters like this… especially when their master is a peerless sword immortal?"

Pei Yuhan's soft, delicate body was thrown onto the couch, her forehead resting on her wrist. Her trousers were half-pulled down, and her shirt was rolled up, revealing her full, rosy buttocks. Lin Xuanyan sat on the edge of the bed, watching her beautiful yet pitiful figure lying on the bed.

Pei Yuhan shifted her body, her voice trembling with tears, "Master, I really know I was wrong, please don't hit me." Lin Xuanyan smoothed her slightly disheveled hair, his tone softening, "You think you're so great now that you've reached the Tong Sheng realm and defeated Bai Zhe?"

Pei Yuhan shook her head.

Lin Xuanyan said, "You think that by giving yourself to someone else for my sake, you're doing it out of selfless love, and that I just can't understand you yet but will understand you sooner or later, right?"

Pei Yuhan didn't speak. She buried her head in her arms, her body trembling slightly, as if she were crying.

Lin Xuanyan continued, "You had many choices back then. You could have directly used your sword to kill Yin Qi, or taken the Third Prince hostage to exchange threats with me, or sealed your Qi Sea beforehand to create the illusion of being captured. That way, when I broke free, I wouldn't have had to use a move that would expose me to the world. But you did nothing, letting the other party seal your Qi Sea. If I were really in danger of dying at that time, that would be one thing, but I clearly told you that I would be fine, and told you to draw your sword without worry. Why didn't you believe me?" Pei Yuhan was speechless. She rarely cried because of grievances. She hadn't cried when she was insulted and whipped by those people before, nor when she was verbally abused by many people. But now, listening to her master's admonition, tears welled up like a burst dam, soaking the sheets and spreading little by little.

Lin Xuanyan continued, "Yuhan, I am truly moved, but my emotion cannot be a reason to bind you. So no matter how moved I am, how much I love and care for you, I must discipline you. This is my duty as your master."

"I know you waited five hundred years, and you were willing to do anything for your master, willing to easily give your body to someone else, whoever that person was, willing to endure humiliation for a hundred years without uttering a sound, willing to be humiliated and violated in front of everyone, even willing to be stripped naked and led back to the capital on a dog leash." "These things are deeply moving, and those who hear them feel sorrow. But being moving doesn't mean being meaningful, and I've always wanted to do something for you." "

So I set a trap to kill Ji Yitian, removing many of your worries. Although your cultivation level is now very high, it would be difficult for you to kill him. I don't understand some of the secret techniques of Yin-Yang arts, but he must have left something in your body. If you were to kill him for revenge, you would likely be captured again, and you know what would happen next. So I set a trap to kill him for you."

"But I've found that it's hard for someone to be strong if they're weak for too long, because many things can be exchanged through compromise and physical means. So even though I'm a sword immortal, I haven't learned how to draw my sword. That's not right." Lin Xuanyan gently stroked her long hair and rubbed her back. Pei Yuhan's trembling body gradually calmed down, and the sheet under her arm was already soaked.

"You might blame me, blame me for humiliating you like this, for pulling down your pants and spanking you in front of so many people. You're not a little girl anymore, and even if you were, you shouldn't do that. But I just wanted you to remember this day, to teach you how to handle things like this in the future. I won't die easily, and even if I did, I wouldn't blame you, and I certainly wouldn't want you to suffer like that. If I hadn't had any other means today, and we were both captured, even if there was a chance of escape, it would be too slim. The humiliation you would suffer would be far more than this, and we wouldn't have the chance to speak calmly like this." Pei Yuhan's delicate body stopped trembling, and her sobs gradually weakened. She moved her arm and wiped her eyes with it, then propped herself up, looking at Lin Xuanyan with a tear-streaked face, her voice like a dream.

"How could I blame you... It was my fault, I really know I was wrong, Master, please don't blame me." Lin Xuanyan looked at her like this, his eyes also reddening instantly, unable to utter another harsh word.

He pulled Pei Yuhan into a tight embrace, and she, like a delicate young girl, didn't struggle or resist, but simply snuggled closer to him.

"How could I blame you? No matter what, everything you did was for me." Lin Xuanyan rested his chin on her head and said softly, "Besides, I was quite tired from pretending to be angry the whole way, but if I didn't pretend to be angry to scare you a little, you wouldn't know the consequences."

"Mmm." Pei Yuhan nodded weakly.

"And your sister Lu, look how good she is to you, so don't be a bully at home anymore, and stop bullying her."

"Um... I was wrong."

"Don't apologize, just remember these things." Lin Xuanyan hugged her even tighter.

"Um, I'm sorry..."

"I told you not to apologize, you never learn." Lin Xuanyan laughed and slapped her plump, tender bottom again. Her buttocks trembled, and she let out a soft moan, curling up like a little squirrel.

Lin Xuanyan placed his hands on her shoulders, looking into her tear-filled eyes. He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, then turned her body around so she was facing away from him, her delicate frame resting on his knees.

Pei Yuhan, feeling this familiar position, said pitifully, "Master... are you going to hit me again?" Lin Xuanyan rubbed her buttocks, which were covered in bright red finger marks, and chuckled, "Am I really that cruel?" Pei Yuhan recalled the extremely humiliating punishments she had endured along the way, and thought to herself, "Wasn't I?" So she remained silent.

A soft white light emanated from Lin Xuanyan's palm, and he began to soothe the swelling on her buttocks.

Pei Yuhan felt a slight coolness from behind, as if a clear stream flowed through her buttocks, and then rain fell on the barren hillside. The numerous wounds gradually subsided with his gentle caresses, the burning pain fading in favor of a soft, comfortable feeling—a sensation she hadn't experienced in a long time. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, almost moaning with pleasure.

The swelling gradually subsided, revealing her fair skin with a hint of red, like a ripe but not quite ripe fruit, her soft skin fragrant.

Pei Yuhan felt a warm current flow through her body, and she completely relaxed, resting her head on Lin Xuanyan's knees. After Lin Xuanyan helped reduce the swelling, he laid her flat on the embroidered couch and took a soft, snow-white towel to wipe her body.

Lin Xuanyan hooked his hands around the edge of her trousers, pulling and tugging, and Pei Yuhan cooperated by lifting her legs, letting him completely pull off her white trousers.

A chill ran through her lower body, and her firm, pink thighs were completely exposed. Lying on the bed, her slender figure appeared even more graceful. Lin Xuanyan suddenly realized that she was already a beautiful young woman, but she still harbored a girlish heart, frozen on that snowy night of their first encounter, wandering aimlessly, never truly leaving.

Lin Xuanyan gently parted her long, slender legs, a gesture that was quite ambiguous. Pei Yuhan blushed even more, knowing that he had seen her entire lower body.

Although this wasn't the first time, it was the only time they were alone together, and stories often arise between a lone man and a lonely woman.

When she was alone in the cold palace, she had read some forbidden books out of boredom, some of which described erotic scenes, so ambiguous they made her blush. But back then, she was alone, and after reading them, she would put them down. Sometimes, she couldn't resist and would read them again, over and over. At those times, she couldn't help but want to find a lover to experience the kind of ecstasy described in the books.

At times like this, she would think of her master.

Five hundred years was a very long time, so long that one longed for eternal sleep.

Later, she experienced that feeling; her lower body felt as if it had been pierced and torn apart, with no comfort but only intense pain. And the man lying on top of her, rising and falling, was not the one from her dreams. She was immersed in the pain for a long time, using memories as wine, becoming completely drunk. And she preferred to immerse herself in this pain, because if she felt pleasure, she would feel even more pain.

"Yuhan, why are you so wet down there?" Lin Xuanyan asked with a smile.

Pei Yuhan said resentfully, "It's all because of you hitting me..."

Lin Xuanyan said, "Looks like my punishment wasn't enough, and you even got pleasure from hitting me?" Pei Yuhan said coquettishly, "Anyway, it's all your fault."

The snow-white towel slipped inside her inner thigh, the soft down rubbing against the softness of her inner thigh, causing a slight itch. Lin Xuanyan gently wiped away the sticky fluid near her vulva. Pei Yuhan felt the slight itch from her lower body, her body trembling in waves, and she made whimpering sounds without any restraint. Until Lin Xuanyan wiped the soft flesh that was slightly open like a jade clam, the soft flesh like layers of mountains, covering the pink flower bud, there were still some transparent liquids there, and a long strand of water could be pulled out with a finger. Lin Xuanyan parted

her jade hole with his fingers, and Pei Yuhan let out a soft moan, as if all her secrets had been seen through, and her pretty face turned red instantly. Lin Xuanyan gently rubbed Pei Yuhan's jade-like opening with a soft towel, pausing deliberately in the center for a moment, lightly grinding it, causing Pei Yuhan to gasp softly.

Her alluring voice floated like a bewitching whisper, and even Lin Xuanyan, with his strong willpower, felt his heart flutter. He used a corner of the towel to hook his finger into her jade-like opening and rubbed it vigorously a couple of times. Pei Yuhan let out a soft moan, and her lower body spurted out a little more fluid. Her whole body went limp, and she turned her head to give him a resentful look, as if questioning why he was teasing her like this.

Lin Xuanyan was stung by that look, and he slapped her buttocks hard, laughing, "You've already forgotten the pain, daring to tease me now?"

Pei Yuhan said aggrievedly, "It's clearly you who's being indecent."

Lin Xuanyan pinched her buttocks and asked, "Where did I misbehave? Explain yourself today, or your butt will suffer again."

Pei Yuhan tried to sound righteous and said, "You deliberately touched me there, knowing full well I couldn't take it, you just wanted to see me humiliated. You even pulled down my pants and hit me in front of so many people on the way here. Were you happy that so many people saw my butt? Or did you think... it was exciting?" Lin Xuanyan pinched her cheeks and said, "Jing'er's evaluation of you is more accurate." Pei Yuhan was stunned and subconsciously asked, "What evaluation?"

Lin Xuanyan wiped her soft right thigh while laughing, "Little slut." Pei Yuhan lowered her head, focusing on her cheeks, and remained silent.

Lin Xuanyan continued to reopen old wounds: "When you did it with other people before, didn't you really feel any pleasure?"

Pei Yuhan felt extremely wronged and asked, "Does Master also think I'm a born slut?" Lin Xuanyan said, "It's your nature. Even if that's true, there's nothing shameful about it. Besides, in the eyes of the world, you're still as proud and aloof as ever."

Pei Yuhan didn't quite understand and asked, "Master, you still despise me?" Lin Xuanyan said, "Of course not. I just hope you can face yourself honestly. Even if you really enjoy promiscuity and crave intercourse, it doesn't matter." "These things have absolutely nothing to do with our relationship. Besides, in the first few months when we slept together, how many times did you deliberately tease me? Or do you really think I'm stupid?" Pei Yuhan pouted as she recalled those nights and asked, "Then why didn't you want to? You've already slept with Lu Jiajing. Do you think my figure isn't as good as hers? Or..." Lin Xuanyan looked at her, his eyes suddenly sharpening, which startled her so much that she quickly reached out to cover her buttocks. However, her pert and plump buttocks were so full that her hands couldn't cover them at all, only making the position even more alluring.

Lin Xuanyan couldn't help but chuckle, flicking her forehead and then lightly squeezing her buttocks. He laughed, "We've only exchanged a few words, and your fox tail is already showing? How did I end up with such a slutty disciple? A year ago, when I saw you, you were like a little lion, with such frightening eyes." Pei Yuhan retorted confidently, "That was just for show." Lin Xuanyan asked again, "So you pretend to be a well-behaved disciple in front of me?" Pei Yuhan replied, "What kind do you like? Someone like Sister Lu?" "Really? You and Sister Lu used to be so close, I almost thought she was going to become my master's wife."

Lin Xuanyan said, "And you? Have you ever thought about taking her place?" Pei Yuhan was very embarrassed upon hearing this, kicking her legs against the bed a few times, and said angrily, "It's better now, but before, I really was your disciple."

After thinking for a moment, she contradicted herself, "No, it seems even worse now. I've never been bullied like this by my master before..."

Lin Xuanyan suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms, then began to undress her.

Pei Yuhan was caught off guard and blurted out, "What are you doing? Let me go..." Lin Xuanyan methodically undressed her. Pei Yuhan was now very well-developed, and before he could undress her, her pair of heavy jade breasts seemed about to burst out of the fabric. His fingers accidentally touched them lightly and felt that they were very fragrant and soft.

Lin Xuanyan said, "Open your arms." Pei Yuhan still felt a little uncomfortable. Lin Xuanyan gently touched her waist and tickled her armpits. Pei Yuhan hummed in response and twisted her body. Lin Xuanyan then pulled her arm and ripped off her outer garment.

After the outer garment was removed, only a pair of snow-white bras were visible, supporting her heavy, beautiful breasts. The bra material was tough yet as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing glimpses of her soft, silky flesh and her two delicate, rosy nipples.

Pei Yuhan covered her chest with her hands, looking at Lin Xuanyan with a pitiful expression, as if she were truly a girl about to be violated, yet also exuding a seductive charm of feigned resistance. Those bright, sparkling eyes also stirred Lin Xuanyan's heart. He pinched Pei Yuhan's cheek and chuckled, "What? Can't wait?" Pei Yuhan wasn't shy anymore, and said softly, "Master, take me." Lin Xuanyan smiled and said, "Yuhan must be tired from the journey. Let me massage you first." Pei Yuhan was a little angry. She stared into Lin Xuanyan's eyes, looking like she was protesting.

After a moment of eye contact, Lin Xuanyan pushed her down onto the bed. Pei Yuhan's back hit the soft couch, causing her breasts to bounce, seemingly about to burst out of her bra at any moment. She looked like a frightened little rabbit, almost completely naked. Her firm, snow-white legs were pressed together, and the curves of her waist and hips, while not exaggerated, were breathtakingly beautiful. She smiled at Lin Xuanyan, and even after so long, her eyes still held the innocence of a young girl.

Lin Xuanyan turned her body around and said with a smile, "Yuhan, you've worked so hard all these years, let me help you loosen up your muscles."

Pei Yuhan lay languidly, revealing her bare back. Beneath her rounded, fragrant shoulders lay a smooth, well-proportioned back. Lin Xuanyan sat beside her and began to gently massage her from her shoulders. Soft light emanated from between his well-defined fingers, spreading across her skin like a layer of milk that could be wiped away with a gentle breath.

Lin Xuanyan then untied her bra strap from behind, and the straps naturally draped to her sides, revealing half of her breasts, squeezed like thick snow cakes, from the side.

Pei Yuhan rested her chin on the back of her crossed hands, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Lin Xuanyan's fingers deftly massaged the acupoints at the end of her neck. Reaching many points, he clenched his fist and used the tip of his thumb to apply more pressure. When he reached a comfortable spot, Pei Yuhan couldn't help but moan softly. The muscles in her back tightened and relaxed intermittently, the subtle moans rippling with Lin Xuanyan's kneading and massaging.

Gradually, Pei Yuhan relaxed completely, as if walking on warm, cloud-like clouds. The fatigue and lethargy she felt dissipated with Lin Xuanyan's caresses. Lin Xuanyan meticulously massaged her from her shoulders down, his fingers gently pressing and sinking into her soft back, sometimes applying slight pressure and rotating, causing the beauty beneath him to gasp softly.

Lin Xuanyan's fingers pressed down from her shoulders to her sides, gradually moving downwards until they reached the junction of her waist and hips. He continued to move them further down. Pei Yuhan, slightly awake, thought, "What's so interesting about pressing my buttocks? He's clearly just trying to take advantage of me.

" "Mmm..." she suddenly moaned, turning her head to look at Lin Xuanyan with a resentful expression.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xuanyan inserted a finger between her legs. Pei Yuhan's lower body tightened abruptly, her soft flesh clinging tightly to his finger, a wet liquid flowing out and soaking it.

Lin Xuanyan gently withdrew his finger, smearing the liquid on her plump, snowy buttocks, patting it lightly, and asked with a smile, "Want it?"

Pei Yuhan nodded obediently, "Mmm." Lin Xuanyan suddenly pulled the blanket over her, concealing her alluring body.

He stood up, as if to leave.

Pei Yuhan hurriedly threw off the covers, sat up, and asked anxiously, "Where are you going?" Lin Xuanyan glanced at her and suddenly froze. Pei Yuhan's bra had just been untied, and now that she sat up, the bra had fallen off completely, revealing her pair of firm breasts. Her breasts were as smooth and white as jade, with two rosy nipples like red plum blossoms in the snow, swaying gracefully. After she entered the Tong Sheng realm, her skin became even smoother and more delicate, more exquisite than the most expensive silk. When she sat up, it created a swaying wave of breasts, dazzling and mesmerizing. Lin Xuanyan couldn't look away for a moment, wanting to take a few more glances.

After a moment, his gaze slowly shifted away, and he chuckled softly, "I want you too, but not now. You'll understand later."

Pei Yuhan asked tearfully, "Don't you like me anymore?" Lin Xuanyan replied, "Of course not."

Pei Yuhan asked, "Since you like me too, why can't we have each other? Is it because I'm your disciple? Why can't a disciple become a master's wife...?"

Lin Xuanyan said softly, "No, that's not it. You should rest first, I'll think about it some more." With that, he quietly turned around, then stopped, because he discovered a sword hanging behind him. Lin Xuanyan turned to look at Pei Yuhan, who glared at him with an expression that said, "Get out of here!"

Lin Xuanyan then realized that half an hour had already passed, her Qi Sea had recovered, and it seemed easy for her to stop him now.

Pei Yuhan jumped off the bed, grabbed his waist, and said willfully, "You're not leaving today."

Lin Xuanyan smiled wryly, "Yuhan, are you trying to betray your master?"

Pei Yuhan moved closer, and he could even smell her faint fragrance. She said forcefully,

"You've stripped me naked. If you just leave like this, I'll look down on you for the rest of my life. If you behave now, maybe you can salvage some of your image in my heart." Lin Xuanyan was both angry and amused. He slapped her bare bottom from behind and scolded her with a laugh, "You little slut."

Pei Yuhan retorted, "Don't hit my bottom. The more you hit me, the less I'll let go." She pressed against Pei Yuhan's body, her waist swaying gently, her chest rubbing against his. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, misty, as if she was considering whether to simply use magic to imprison him and then "tough him out" to confess.

Lin Xuanyan looked at the naked woman embracing him. Her soft breasts pressed against him, and from this angle, he could see the alluring cleavage between them. Her lips were rosy, and her pretty face was flushed. Beneath her slender, dark eyebrows, her clear, beautiful eyes gazed at him with a pitiful look. She appeared innocent and charming, yet in his eyes, she exuded a captivating allure.

Pei Yuhan moved her lips closer, as if asking for a kiss.

Looking at her small, rosy lips, Lin Xuanyan felt a fire ignite within him, burning from his feet to his heart. He couldn't help but lean in and kiss Pei Yuhan's cherry lips. Pei Yuhan let out a soft moan, her body going limp. Lin Xuanyan held her waist, and memories of the past flashed through his mind. He had always loved Pei Yuhan deeply, and now that his heart had softened even slightly, he could no longer suppress his emotions. He passionately kissed Pei Yuhan. Pei Yuhan closed her eyes, feeling her lips being pried open little by little. Lin Xuanyan's tongue entered her mouth, and she reciprocated with her own, their tongues entwining in a tender embrace.

Lin Xuanyan gently bit Pei Yuhan's tongue, sucking and pulling it out slightly. Pei Yuhan let out a soft moan, her head tilting forward under the pull of her tongue. Lin Xuanyan embraced her slender waist, lightly caressing her pert buttocks, the snowy touch swirling between his fingers, seemingly melting his heart.

They kissed for a long time before separating. Pei Yuhan looked at him, her face slightly flushed. "Still want to leave?" Lin Xuanyan held her, breathing softly against her ear, and said gently, "How could I leave without teaching this arrogant little slut a lesson today?" Pei Yuhan hummed

in agreement and began to loosen Lin Xuanyan's clothes. Her voice was soft and seductive as she said, "Then why are you still standing there? Do you want me to carry you to bed?"

Lin Xuanyan laughed at this, not stopping Pei Yuhan from undressing him, but simply saying:

"You're so presumptuous now, but don't beg for mercy later, I won't listen." Pei Yuhan giggled. "My master is the most powerful swordsman in the world, when did he become so lowly that he only knows how to talk? Ah..."

As Lin Xuanyan's clothes were half undone, he suddenly leaned down and hugged her waist, lifting her up. Pei Yuhan's body was slightly suspended in the air, and with nowhere to put her feet, she had to spread them and wrap them around his waist. In this position, Lin Xuanyan's lower body was pressed against her soft and tender jade gate. Even through his pants, Lin Xuanyan still placed his hand on her delicate buttocks and pressed down. Pei Yuhan let out a soft cry. Although it was through her clothes and he only penetrated a little, Pei Yuhan still couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Yuhan, you little slut, your body is so sensitive, how dare you be so arrogant just now? Hmm?" Lin Xuanyan's fingers hooked between her buttocks. At this moment, Pei Yuhan's buttocks were slightly open, and her delicate flower was naturally exposed.

As Lin Xuanyan's hand gently slipped inside, Pei Yuhan trembled uncontrollably. She complained,

"Is all you can do with your hands?"

Lin Xuanyan raised an eyebrow and said, "Still trying to be stubborn?"

With that, he carried Pei Yuhan to the bed and pressed his body against hers. Pei Yuhan looked at Lin Xuanyan so close to her, afraid he might do something unexpected, and quickly began to undress him. This time, Lin Xuanyan didn't resist at all, letting Pei Yuhan take off her clothes one by one. Then she began to undo Lin Xuanyan's pants.

She knelt in front of Lin Xuanyan, half-prone, her buttocks slightly raised, loosening Lin Xuanyan's belt, like the lowest of women in a brothel. Lin Xuanyan's pants were halfway down, and Pei Yuhan's gaze was immediately drawn to his erect penis.

She chuckled, "So Master isn't a saint after all. I thought you could remain unmoved by such a thing." Lin Xuanyan asked, "Yuhan, are you mocking me?"

Pei Yuhan reached out and gently grasped the burning penis, obediently saying, "How could I dare? Besides, this is much bigger than I imagined."

Lin Xuanyan said angrily, "Then how small did you imagine it to be?" Seeing his expression change slightly, Pei Yuhan, because of her psychological trauma, quickly covered her buttocks. Lin Xuanyan laughed and flicked her forehead, then suddenly turned her body around and pressed her onto the bed, facing him directly.

Lin Xuanyan's hand traced across her lower abdomen, exploring until it reached her full, firm breasts. He grasped Pei Yuhan's breasts, their flesh bulging in his palm, exuding a soft, elastic fragrance. He pressed his fingers against her nipples, then gently pushed the erect, tender red beads down, kneading them into the flesh. He then covered them with his palms, pressing the entire breast up and down. Lin Xuanyan's hands kneaded her breasts, the nipples bobbing and being pressed back in. Under Lin Xuanyan's constant caresses, Pei Yuhan gasped softly, lying there as if boneless.

Her lower passage became wet again. Lin Xuanyan then gently stroked that secret crevice, causing Pei Yuhan to tremble once more, her waist arching upwards, and another stream of nectar flowing from her lower body.

Lin Xuanyan watched with amusement, then scoffed, "Yuhan, are you made of water?" Pei Yuhan knew he was implying she was too sensitive, and felt a little resentful. However, her body was too weak; her breasts were wet and throbbing under Lin Xuanyan's teasing.

Pei Yuhan bit her lip and retorted, "All you can do is move your hands. If you're so capable, let's get real!" Lin Xuanyan pinched her waist, causing her to twist and let out a beautiful cry. Suddenly, Lin Xuanyan's movements became rough. He pulled Pei Yuhan up and grasped her full, tender breasts again, his fingers kneading and caressing them, sometimes digging deep between them. Pei Yuhan's breasts were carelessly violated and deformed, the incredibly elastic, tender flesh swaying incessantly, possessing a breathtaking beauty.

Lin Xuanyan bit Pei Yuhan's lips again, his tongue prying open her mouth, launching into an endless kiss. Pei Yuhan moaned and groaned, almost suffocating from Lin Xuanyan's kisses. They kissed and separated, several glistening threads of blood forming between their lips. She felt the relentless kneading of her chest, thinking that she must have aroused him; such defilement showed him no respect whatsoever. Her own desire was instantly ignited, a flush spreading from her chest to her ears, a burning heat spreading through her.

"Mmm...uh..." Pei Yuhan tilted her head back slightly, letting out two long moans. Lin Xuanyan followed suit, his tongue sliding down her neck, past her delicate collarbone, until it reached her heavy, soft breasts.

Without hesitation, Lin Xuanyan took one of her firm, pink nipples into his mouth, his teeth gently tearing and nibbling. Each time his tongue swept across the tip of her nipple, it stimulated Pei Yuhan to let out a breathtakingly soft moan.

"Don't bite, mmm... be gentle... Master..." Pei Yuhan felt him sucking hard on her nipple. Luckily, she hadn't given birth yet, otherwise, she might have had her milk sucked out.

Lin Xuanyan seemed to hold a grudge, still thinking about Pei Yuhan's teasing earlier. He held Pei Yuhan's nipple in his mouth, while his other hand teased her other tender breast, his thumb and forefinger constantly twisting and stimulating the already hard and erect nipple to become even harder, even slightly upturned.

"Mmm... no... ah..." Pei Yuhan gently patted Lin Xuanyan's head, the stimulation spreading throughout her body. Her jade buttocks lifted slightly, and her body and waist trembled.

Lin Xuanyan released her nipple and whispered, "Yuhan, there are still many sword techniques I haven't taught you. Shall I teach you them one by one now?"

Overwhelmed by lust, Pei Yuhan moaned softly, vaguely hearing Lin Xuanyan's question. She instinctively replied, "Okay."

"Oh…!"

Before the "okay" could even fade, Pei Yuhan let out another sweet moan. Her neck arched back, her long hair cascading down to her shapely buttocks. Her sensitive, alluring body convulsed, trembling rapidly as she groaned softly, her lower body gushing with fluids, leaving a mess.

It turned out that Lin Xuanyan had directly inserted two fingers into Pei Yuhan's vagina, without hesitation, covering the base of his fingers. With a slight bend and movement of his two fingers, Pei Yuhan, already on the verge of orgasm, couldn't withstand the test and ejaculated, leaving Lin Xuanyan's hand wet with fluids.

"This is the first sword strike. This strike must be swift, accurate, and ruthless, aimed directly at the enemy's heart. Do not hesitate for even the slightest moment, or you will miss your chance. Next is the second sword strike."

Pei Yuhan finally understood what Lin Xuanyan meant by learning swordsmanship. Before she could say anything, a rapid series of thrusts began beneath her.

Lin Xuanyan's fingers swiftly inserted and withdrew, his wet fingers covered in glistening fluid. Pei Yuhan's juices splattered all over her inner thighs. Stimulated to the point of ecstasy, she disregarded all restraint and began to gasp and moan loudly.

The jade clam opened and closed, and she, who was already easily able to reach orgasm, could hardly withstand such defilement and lashing. As his fingers rapidly thrust in and out, Pei Yuhan's toes suddenly curled and tightened, her jade legs clenching tightly. A sharp, high-pitched moan rang out, followed by intermittent groans. Her waist arched high, and her lower body's fluids gushed out, splashing all over Lin Xuanyan's waist. Lin Xuanyan, however, was not satisfied, continuing to thrust into her jade flower again and again. The fountain-like flow grew weaker and weaker, yet it still gushed forth in bursts.

Pei Yuhan's body was burning hot, and Lin Xuanyan's voice rang in her ears again.

"These many sword techniques emphasize speed and repeated thrusts. Although the movements are simple, persistence is key. With perseverance, you can defeat your enemies and leave them in disarray. Yuhan, how do you understand?" Pei Yuhan was weak and limp all over, her body even more vulnerable after the ordeal. She hurriedly cried out, "Master, I won't learn anymore! Spare me..."

Lin Xuanyan chuckled lightly, paying no heed to his little disciple's pleas. He inserted two fingers into Pei Yuhan's acupoints, while his index and little fingers rested on her buttocks. Then, instead of thrusting, his fingers began to tremble rapidly between her buttocks, making a slapping sound as they gently struck her flesh. His fingers, like digging a well, relentlessly drained Pei Yuhan's body, leaving her wet and sticky.

Lin Xuanyan's trembling was not ordinary; he was using a secret immortal technique. The frequency of his finger trembling was extremely high, the stimulation like a spark instantly igniting her soul. Pei Yuhan could only moan and groan, her beautiful hair swaying incessantly.

"This sword strike still emphasizes speed, but its essence lies not in grand, sweeping movements, but in defeating the opponent through subtle details. What do you think, Yuhan?"

Lin Xuanyan's teasing voice further provoked her.

She had suffered greatly learning swordsmanship as a child, practicing on cliffs, in the snow, and in streams, but never before had she been so utterly defeated. Pei Yuhan was utterly routed by Lin Xuanyan, and could only beg for mercy.

"Master, I was wrong… I shouldn't have mocked you. I won't learn swordsmanship anymore… I won't… um… ahh…"

Lin Xuanyan slowed his thrusts, giving her more room to relax. He asked with a smile, "Was I wrong?" "Disciple was wrong… um… Master, please forgive me." Lin Xuanyan

asked again, "Do you dare?"

This was purely teasing; he didn't care whether she was right or wrong, or whether she dared. Pei Yuhan naturally knew, but could only wail, "Waaah... I won't dare again." Lin Xuanyan laughed and scolded, "You wicked disciple!"

Saying that, he turned her body around and slapped her buttocks a few more times. The crisp sound of the slaps made her buttocks sway, rippling like waves of fragrant blush.

"Master, please stop hitting me..."

"Why are you so obedient now?" Lin Xuanyan asked with a wicked smile.

Pei Yuhan said pitifully, "I've always been obedient... Ah! I was wrong, I'll definitely be obedient from now on." "How obedient?"

"I'll listen to you."

"What if you disobey again?"

"Hmm..." Pei Yuhan hesitated for a moment, her body tensing up again. It turned out that Lin Xuanyan's fingers had already reached the entrance of her anus, lingering gently, as if waiting for Pei Yuhan's answer. She naturally understood that this was a threat.

With a slight pressure, just as he was about to insert his finger, Pei Yuhan panicked and, disregarding all shame, cried out,

"Then spank my ass, spank me until I obey..."

The finger pressed harder again, gradually pushing into Pei Yuhan's pink anus. Pei Yuhan twisted her buttocks, trying to break free while continuing to beg for mercy, "Then... insert it into me... insert it until I obey..." If a prostitute from a brothel had said these words, no one would have been surprised, but the one who said them was the strongest female sword immortal in the Xuanyuan Dynasty. Not long ago, she had even stopped Bai Zhe, one of the three chiefs of Fuyu, on the snowy plains. Her beauty was unparalleled. Only Lin Xuanyan in the whole world was fortunate enough to hear such lewd words coming from her mouth.

The young man who had turned the female swordswoman into a little slut was still not satisfied and continued to ask, "Where to insert it?" Pei Yuhan pleaded, "Just don't insert it here."

"Oh." Lin Xuanyan nodded and actually pulled his finger out. Then he asked with a smile, "How about Yuhan's little mouth?"

Pei Yuhan was horrified. Kneeling in front of her master and licking his penis with small, delicate mouthfuls, what a humiliating thing this was! If Lu Jiajing found out, how could she ever hold her head up again?

Just as she hesitated, Lin Xuanyan suddenly and unreasonably lifted her two tight, slender legs, and a hot, hard object pressed against her lips. Pei Yuhan only knew that one of her legs had been spread high up, and she didn't even know what the hard object was. With a soft "plop," a hot, hard object slid into her.

Because Pei Yuhan had climaxed repeatedly before, that area was already overflowing with spring water, so his insertion encountered almost no resistance.

"Mmm!"

A fullness surged through her lower body, and Pei Yuhan finally realized what had entered her. Her body tightened and softened, followed by a slow, blissful sensation. It was finally inside… She didn't know how long she had waited, how long she had teased him.

Lin Xuanyan's insertion was only a momentary struggle. He spread Pei Yuhan's legs and inserted himself before realizing what was happening. Then, a tight, enveloping sensation enveloped his penis, as if afraid he would escape.

This was Yuhan's vagina… Now that it was inside, Lin Xuanyan had no way to retreat, so he began to adapt. The tightness, the lubrication, his penis scraping against the folds of her vaginal canal, moving forward until it gently kissed the deepest part of her flower. His penis reached its deepest point, and Pei Yuhan's body went numb with pleasure, her flower bud overflowing with nectar, soaking his penis.

Lin Xuanyan gently thrust twice, causing Pei Yuhan's vagina to contract tightly, and she cried out softly.

"This is the last sword technique I'll teach you. Yuhan, feel it with your heart." The penis was gently withdrawn, then thrust in again with a sudden burst of power. At that moment, Pei Yuhan suddenly recalled the magnificent scene of ten thousand swords raining down outside the imperial city earlier that day. The shock to her soul and the pleasure to her body merged in an instant.

"Ah!!!"

A plaintive and alluring moan burst forth. Her head tilted back, her chin and neck almost forming a line, her hair flying wildly. Then came a continuous stream of seductive groans.

The sounds of slapping echoed throughout the room. It was like a passionate union, or a one-sided, brutal act of debauchery. Pei Yuhan lay on the bed, and Lin Xuanyan, who was on top of her, suddenly grabbed her waist, pulling her lower body up into a shameful kneeling position. Her straight thighs were slightly parted, her plump buttocks were raised high, bearing several bright red handprints. Between her legs, like dew on a jade clam, fluid dripped messily, and a penis was inserted between them, causing her ethereal, otherworldly face to furrow her delicate brows, moan, and whimper, exuding a hundred seductive charms.

Although Pei Yuhan could not bear the beating, she still actively arched her lower body, her snowy buttocks sticking out, moving upwards to cooperate with Lin Xuanyan's thrusting.

Lin Xuanyan held her jade-like buttocks, thrusting in and out repeatedly into those alluring flesh. Her vulva opened and closed, tender flesh turned inside out, and her juices flowed freely. Her long, beautiful legs curled and tightened, her soft body tensing again with each thrust. With a series of slapping sounds, Lin Xuanyan suddenly pressed on, his penis plunging deep inside her like a tidal wave, striking her clitoris. Pei Yuhan trembled, letting out a long, delicate cry.

Her lower body reacted like an avalanche; her tender flesh spasmed, her deepest parts contracting, gripping Lin Xuanyan's penis even tighter. Hot, gushing vaginal fluids erupted, soaking his penis completely.

"Mmm..."

With a soft, seductive moan, Pei Yuhan's body went limp again, the sheets beneath her soaked. Lin Xuanyan, seemingly not yet satisfied with his eldest disciple, swept her up in his arms once more. Pei Yuhan naturally wrapped her legs around his waist, her vulva being pressed against his penis, sending waves of pleasure through her like lightning.

Lin Xuanyan began to rock her, his movements rhythmic thrusting and parting creating the most captivating sounds of flesh colliding.

This was the sword intent she had ever longed for, loved, and yet found most unbearable.

She felt like a lone boat tossed about in a raging storm, constantly on the verge of being swallowed by the waves of pleasure.

"Yuhan, is Master's sword alright?"

Lin Xuanyan asked smugly after he had once again left her overflowing with desire.

Pei Yuhan's eyes were glazed over, her heart pounding. Her entire body had been touched, leaving her with no privacy left. Her heart was open, and she even longed to lean down, greedily open her mouth, and swallow his penis completely, to possess it entirely. Her long, soft legs were wrapped around his waist. Seeing that Lin Xuanyan had stopped thrusting, she began to wiggle her hips and said with a smile, "Master's sword is the most powerful... Disciple... Disciple has learned it too."

Lin Xuanyan was slightly taken aback and was about to speak when he saw Pei Yuhan suddenly release her legs, touch the bed, and then hug him, pressing him down onto the bed with a forceful movement.

Her face was flushed, her beautiful eyes seemed to overflow with tenderness, and her lips were slightly parted, breathing in warm air as she spoke in a soft, seductive voice, "Master has taught me so much, shouldn't this disciple put it to good use?" As she spoke, she spread her legs, straddling Lin Xuanyan's sides, revealing her most intimate and beautiful genitals.

"Ah!!"

She aligned her delicate labia with his erect penis, and after a period of grinding, Pei Yuhan gently sat down, using the smooth, moist fluids to thrust deep inside him. Her body undulated, her breasts swaying, her eyes filled with boundless desire. Pei Yuhan swayed with each moan, her snow-white neck slightly raised, her tongue lolling out, her beautiful hair flying backward.

Their private parts were locked in a passionate embrace, one penetrating deeply, the other relentlessly taking. Their alluring moans fueled Lin Xuanyan's own arousal, especially as Pei Yuhan took the initiative, sitting on top of him and moving. He watched her, her body radiating pleasure yet struggling to hold back, her delicate brows furrowed in a beautiful gesture, which ecstatically captivated

him. Suddenly, Lin Xuanyan grasped her breast. Touched in her sensitive spot, Pei Yuhan whimpered. Lin Xuanyan pulled her close, holding her tightly in his arms, and began thrusting rapidly again.

The speed just now was controlled by Pei Yuhan, who was prepared for each time she sat up. But now the initiative was in Lin Xuanyan's hands again. Pei Yuhan's red lips parted slightly, and honey water flowed between her peach blossoms. The water splashed in the sound of their intercourse. Pei Yuhan's moans became more and more charming. Suddenly, she raised her head like a dying swan. Her half-closed beautiful eyes were full of spring passion. Intense pleasure followed, like a mountain torrent.

"Ah...slower...I want...ah!"

The beautiful swordswoman's body trembled incessantly, the soft flesh within her jade walls contracting and gripping his penis in waves, a torrent of orgasm sweeping over her. Her waist twisted backward, curving into an exaggerated arc, a shiver of ecstasy emanating from her hips. At the same moment, as his vaginal fluids gushed onto his penis, Lin Xuanyan also lost control, his seminal gate opening, a hot stream surging forth, striking Pei Yuhan's delicate flower bud. He, too, felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure, continuously rubbing Pei Yuhan's snow-white buttocks to soothe the intense pleasure.

At this moment, the two were completely fused together. She lay on his chest, their lower bodies tightly intertwined, some milky white fluid flowing from her jade orifice, a truly messy sight. This high and mighty fairy woman had been completely consumed by lust, indulging in the afterglow of their union, savoring the lingering pleasure, feeling only boundless tenderness...

[The End]

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