Demon within a Demon

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Zheng Qingyang: The 37th leader of the Demonic Sect. After being betrayed by He Feifei, his betrothed since childhood, he broke through the twelfth level of demonic arts. A century after the Demonic Sect's destruction, he broke the vows of his predecessors, returned to the martial world, and ultimately unified it.

He Feifei: Zheng Qingyang's betrothed since childhood, one of the Ten Beauties of the Martial World, Feiyan among the "One Immortal, Two Phoenixes, Three Flying Flowers, Four Beauties." However, during her martial arts journey, she had an affair with Yu Xiaotian, ultimately leading to Zheng Qingyang's dramatic change and becoming his sex slave.

Ding Jing: He Feifei's master, formerly one of the Ten Beauties of the Martial World, later became Zheng Qingyang's sex slave.

Sun Yumei: He Feifei's mother, Yu Xiaotian's mistress.

Shi Zhongyu: One of the Two Heroes of the Martial World, extremely ambitious, attempting to dominate the martial world, later died at Zheng Qingyang's hands.

Shangguan Xiaomei: The Fairy of Biquan, the most beautiful of the Ten Beauties of the Martial World, a disciple of the mysterious Mingyue Peak sect. She meets Zheng Qingyang by chance and falls in love with him at first sight, eventually becoming his first wife and assisting him in unifying the martial world.

Shi Tian: Father of Shi Zhongyu, master of Tianlong Manor. Driven mad by Qingyang's killing of his son, he vows to kill him.

Leng Wuxie: Master of the Baidu Sect, a disciple of the Demonic Sect, one of the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World. He submits to Qingyang after he enters the martial world as the Demon Lord, becoming one of his key generals.

Yu Xiaotian: Son of the current leader of the Eight Steeds Alliance, known as the Handsome Jade Swordsman, hailed as the number one master and the most handsome man of the younger generation, and the one who stole Feifei's Red Pill.

Zhu Qianqian: A willful princess, daughter of Prince Kangjin. While traveling the martial world, she is ambushed by the underworld and rescued by Zheng Qingyang. She conceals her identity and stays by his side, gradually becoming attracted to him and eventually marrying him.

Ouyang Yingxue: The daughter of the Ouyang family, cunning and intelligent, one of the Ten Beauties of the Martial World. When Qingyang entered the martial world as the Demon Lord, she, as a descendant of a prestigious family, joined the ranks of those trying to kill him. However, she was always at a disadvantage in their battles, and over time, she secretly developed feelings for him, ultimately losing her heart to him.

Wei Qiushui: The leader of the Xuan Yin Sect, nicknamed the Xuan Yin Saintess, but called a demoness by the righteous sects of the martial world. She later submitted to Qingyang and became one of his sex slaves. Cheng Tianhao

: The young master of Jixian Fortress, nicknamed the Jade-Faced Divine Blade, cunning and scheming.

Xue Fei: The leader of the Four Heroes of Kongtong, nicknamed the Jade-Faced Flood Dragon, skilled in scheming and handsome.

Yu Feihu: The leader of the Eight Steeds Alliance, one of the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World, father of Yu Xiaotian, later tragically killed by his son.

Chu Feng: One of the Two Heroes of the Martial World, a lay disciple of Wudang.

Cheng Feng: Master of Jixian Fortress, one of the top ten martial arts masters.

Han Yonggang: Nicknamed Earthly Fiend Blade, Master of the Divine Blade Sect.

Master Kongming: Abbot of Shaolin Temple

, one of the top ten martial arts masters. Master Xuantian: Head of Wudang Sect , one of the top ten

martial arts masters.

Master Kumu: Elder of Wudang.

Master Kuyin: Head of Emei Sect, one of the top ten martial arts masters. Poyuzi: Head of Kongtong Sect, one of the top ten martial arts masters.

Attached

is a brief introduction to each of the top ten figures. The Ten Prodigies of the Martial

Arts World: 1. Shangguan

Xiaomei, the Fairy of the Jade Spring .

2. Feng Yingxue, the Blood Phoenix.

3. Xue Tingting, the Golden Phoenix.

4. He Feifei, the Flying Swallow. 5. Ouyang Yingxue

, the Flying Phoenix. 6. Chu Xinling, the Flying Snow.

7. Na Yue'er, the Poisonous Beauty.

8. 9. Dong Wan, the cold beauty among the Ten Prodigies. 10.

Lin Ling, the gorgeous beauty among the Ten Prodigies. 11.

Lan Ruoyun, the pure beauty among the Ten Prodigies.

II. The Ten Great Masters of the Martial World

1. Shaolin Dayu Zen Master

2. Baicao Xianweng

3. Wudang Xuantian Daoist Master 4.

Kongtong Poyuzi 5. Baidu

Men Leng Wuxie 6. Shaolin Kongming Master 7. Bajunmen Yu Feihu 8. Emei Kuyin Master 9. Jixianbao Cheng Feng 10. Shendaomen Han Yonggang III. The Ten Great Sects of the Martial World 1. Bajunmen 2. Shaolin Sect 3. Wudang Sect 4. Mingyue Peak 5. Emei Sect 6. Kongtong Sect 7. Ouyang Family 8. Jixianbao 9. Shendaomen 10. Baidu Gate Prologue Author: jameslin Prologue Author: yyzzyy2 "Cough, cough" "I, Ren Duxing, have roamed the martial world for thirty years, yet I have been defeated by you petty villains!" "Amitabha, Benefactor Ren, you have committed too many sins. Today's events are your own doing. You have not even mastered your divine skills, yet you dominate the martial world. If you had achieved the perfect state of the thirteenth level of demonic skill, we would probably have already gone to see Buddha!" "Master, why bother talking to him so much? Quickly kill him to prevent future troubles!" "Let him commit suicide!" "Hahahahahaha... I, Ren Duxing, hereby curse that all disciples of my Demonic Sect who have not mastered the thirteenth level of demonic skill and set foot in the martial world will suffer a fate worse than death, and die without a complete corpse!" "Hahahahahaha..." Chapter 1 Author: yyzzyy2 Two months ago today was Qing Yang's happiest day. Why? Because two months ago today was his wedding day. He was marrying his childhood sweetheart, his betrothed since birth, He Feifei, the only daughter of the He family, a long-time friend of his Zheng family. Qing Yang is twenty-six years old this year, and his wife, He Feifei, is seven years younger, nineteen. Logically, they should have married four or five years ago. After all, in this era, it's common for girls to marry and have children at thirteen or fourteen, and it's not uncommon for a twenty-year-old man to already be the father of four or five children. It's rare for couples like Qing Yang and his wife to marry so late. However, because He Feifei is one of the renowned beauties of the "Ten Beauties of the Martial World," it's no wonder that people who know Qing Yang, a wealthy but ordinary-looking country bumpkin with no other redeeming qualities besides wealth, believe he must have done incredibly good in his past life to marry the famous He Feifei. They think it's worth the wait, no matter how long he waits. Even Qing Yang himself thinks so. But two months later, Qing Yang no longer thinks so. Standing on the boulder by the lake, he just wants to roar to the sky and vent his sorrow. Everyone thought that Miss He was wronged to marry Qingyang, such an insignificant nouveau riche, and that Qingyang was lucky. Even Qingyang himself thought so. In fact, the reason why they were betrothed in childhood was because the He family once faced a huge financial crisis, and his father stepped in to solve the crisis for Uncle He because of the good relationship between the two families.

Grateful, Uncle He, during a banquet with his father, drunkenly pointed to his pregnant wife's belly and told the seven-year-old Qingyang that if the baby was a boy, he would become sworn brothers with Qingyang; if it was a girl, she would marry him. Thus, Qingyang knew from a young age that he had a fiancée.

Later, when He Feifei was five, she was taken in as a disciple by the abbess of the Cinian Nunnery, which her family supported. She completed her apprenticeship at fifteen. Qingyang, now twenty-two and the head of the Zheng family (his father had died), was ready to marry and immediately went to the He family to propose.

However, the He family refused, saying that Feifei needed to travel the martial world for training as instructed by her master. Qingyang wasn't in a hurry.

Every year thereafter, he urged her to marry, but received the same answer: He Feifei was still training in the martial world and therefore unsuitable for marriage. After four years, Qingyang finally gave up.

After all, from what he'd heard, He Feifei, upon her debut, was unanimously hailed by martial arts figures as one of the ten most beautiful women in the world, known as "Flying Swallow," one of the "Three Flying Beauties" among the "Ten Heavenly Beauties." Countless young talents were infatuated with her. How could a nouveau riche reeking of money like him possibly catch her eye? Moreover, his father, who had arranged the marriage, was dead, and his uncle was bedridden. For the past few years, his aunt had been managing the He family's affairs, and she had never liked him, her nominal son-in-law. At

the beginning of this year, Qingyang received a message from his aunt saying that Feifei would be training in the martial arts world again this year, so she couldn't marry him. Even a fool could see that this was a scheme by the He family to arrange the marriage. Besides, Qingyang was not only not a fool, but also extremely intelligent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to control the vast He family fortune, which outsiders couldn't fully grasp.

However, in the latter half of the year, news suddenly arrived from the He family that He Feifei had completed her training and could now choose a date for marriage. Overwhelmed by the long-awaited good news, Qingyang, without suspicion, happily married within a month.

But on the very night of their wedding, He Feifei, with her stunningly beautiful face, said to him, "Because I have no feelings for him whatsoever. The only reason I'm marrying him is because my father threatened to kill himself. Therefore, until he makes me fall in love with him, she will absolutely not let Qingyang touch a hair on her head." With that, He Feifei immediately displayed her skill, using her delicate hand to shatter the sturdy table made of century-old red cypress in the bridal chamber into pieces, demonstrating that any attempt by Qingyang to force himself on her would be futile.

This single blow also shattered Qingyang's enthusiasm. Later, Qingyang thought, after all, He Feifei was a female knight-errant who had once roamed the martial world; her views were naturally more open, especially since she was marrying a wealthy country bumpkin like him. It was no wonder she acted this way.

Since he had already married her, he refused to believe that persistent effort wouldn't win Feifei's heart. Therefore, from their wedding day, Qingyang moved to the guest room and showered Feifei with affection, determined to move her with his passion, even if it meant becoming the servants' laughingstock.

But he was wrong, utterly wrong, utterly ignorant, and utterly unjustly wrong.

Three days ago, as usual, he was inspecting his properties when, on a whim, he bought a beautiful, expensive bracelet and returned early, intending to surprise her. And indeed, it was a surprise.

When he entered their new room, where she had lived alone since their wedding day, he saw her sitting with her back to him at the dressing table, head bowed, seemingly writing something.

A thought struck Qingyang, and he quietly approached. He saw her holding a thick book, writing, but before he could see clearly, she spotted him in the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

Seeing Qingyang suddenly appear behind her, she didn't hesitate. She closed her notebook, turned around abruptly, and struck Qingyang squarely in the chest. The wind whistled through the air; he had clearly used all his strength. At the same time, she cursed, "You wretched man! Who told you to sneak in? Die!"

Her slender, jade-like hand, brimming with murderous intent, struck Qingyang's vital point. However, for some reason, Feifei, despite her full strength, was instead rebounded by an even stronger force, flying backward and slamming heavily against the hard wooden board of the bed with a deafening crash. She immediately lost consciousness.

The loud noise attracted the attention of the servants. The butler rushed over and saw his mistress lying by the bed, covered in blood, while his master stood blankly in front of the dressing table, a book in his hand. Without hesitation, the butler immediately ordered someone to fetch a doctor and pulled the dazed master to sit in the living room.

Three days later, Qingyang stood blankly by the lake, pondering. In this world, the most intractable hatreds are those of a father's murder and a wife's theft.

His father had passed away when he was twenty, dying of grief over his mother's death. Therefore, he had no hatred for his father's murder. But what about the hatred for a wife's theft? If his wife had never truly belonged to him, would that hatred even count?

Three days earlier, after sitting in the hall for an unknown amount of time, he saw the steward and doctor enter with expressions of pity. The steward had been with the family for over thirty years, and the doctor had watched him grow up. But he couldn't understand why these two elders were looking at him with such pity.

The doctor said, "Young master, please accept my condolences. The young mistress has miscarried." Miscarriage? "Qingyang seemed not to understand as he repeated, his blank eyes staring at the white-haired old doctor before him, completely oblivious to the meaning.

The doctor sighed, "Yes, the young mistress was already three months pregnant. This time, due to the strong impact, although the young mistress's body was strong because of her martial arts training, the baby could not be carried to term. Young master, please accept my condolences."

"Three months pregnant? Three months pregnant? Three months pregnant? ...Hahahaha...Three months pregnant?

Hahahaha"

"Three months pregnant?" "Qingyang murmured again, three months? Where was he three months ago? Oh, right, three months ago he was inspecting properties in another city. Then, where was that young mistress they were talking about, his wife of two months? Oh, I don't know. Until our wedding night two months ago, it was the first time he had seen his fiancée in three years.

Three months pregnant? Let alone three months pregnant, they've been married for two months and it's still just a formality. Where did his new wife get three months pregnant?

Repeating this sentence, a strange and wonderful smile appeared on Qingyang's face, followed by a maniacal laugh, seemingly insane.

Seeing him like this, the old butler and the old doctor couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh. The old butler said to the old doctor, "Old friend, this matter..."

The old doctor sighed, "I know, I know, I will never talk about it, but the truth will always come out!"

The old butler smiled bitterly, "It's come to this now, let's take it one step at a time. Look at the young master's condition?" The old doctor shook his head and said, "

Alas, the young master was overwhelmed by the shock and became enraged. Let him vent his anger. Alas, I'll go back now. Keep an eye on the young mistress's condition. Although she's not in mortal danger, it's still a great injury." "Having said that, the old doctor shook his head and, amidst a series of sighs of 'What a waste!

What a waste!', slowly walked out of the Zheng family's main hall, leaving only the concerned old steward and the maniacally laughing Qingyang. Qingyang, who had locked himself in his room for two whole days, finally emerged, looking utterly haggard. The servants' whispers had no effect on him; he was like a walking corpse. Under the old steward's concerned gaze, Qingyang shakily mounted his horse, holding the diary of Feiyan, written by his new wife. He finally knew everything.

Dragging his almost broken body and soul, Qingyang staggered towards the Cinian Nunnery, which the Zheng family paid 100,000 taels of silver to annually. Now, this Cinian Nunnery was his last hope, because the abbess was his new wife's teacher, one of the ten most beautiful women of twenty years ago, and a close friend of his wife's mother, who was also one of the ten beauties. That was his only hope now."

But in the end, all hope vanished. Qingyang, like a wandering soul, left Cinian Nunnery utterly despondent.

The nun's abbess, once one of the Ten Beauties, Fire Phoenix, now Dingjing, a middle-aged Daoist nun in her thirties, offered him no assistance. Instead, the beautiful nun gave him a stern warning: never reveal the matter. She also strongly urged him to take good care of her disciple, or else he would lose his head.

Furthermore, the only proof he could have—the Feiyan Diary written by He Feifei herself—was torn to shreds on the spot. Then, under Dingjing's stern warning, Qingyang was brutally kicked out of Cinian Nunnery by Dingjing's group of stunningly beautiful disciples.

As the gates of Cinian Nunnery closed, Qingyang clearly saw the undisguised contempt in the eyes of the nuns, from the youngest twelve to the oldest sixty. Then, after the gates closed, Qingyang clearly heard someone say, "Master, if we do this, what if he stops making offerings to our nunnery? Won't we be doomed?"

Then, a calm voice rang out, "If he dares not give, this year, not only will he continue to give, but he will also produce one million taels of silver to cover the expenses of our Cinian Sect's establishment." One million taels of silver? That could support ten thousand households for ten years!
Then, Dingjing's voice rang out again: "This money-grubbing fellow doesn't even look in the mirror. There's no way my good disciple would be interested in him. If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Yu is currently busy practicing his divine skills and can't be distracted, and that I had to ask my good disciple to help him raise some funds to help him ascend to the position of Alliance Leader in order to avoid gossip, then that scumbag of his wouldn't even dare to look at my precious disciple, let alone let him take advantage of me by claiming the title of husband. If it weren't for the fact that he and my father have provided us with so much merit, I would have already cut off his head with a sword."

"Now look what's happened! Your senior sister's unborn child has been harmed by him. Once Young Master Yu emerges from seclusion, it won't be as simple as spending tens of millions of taels to buy a cheap husband for such a good deed. He'll be torn to pieces by Young Master Yu. His vast fortune will be used to help Young Master Yu ascend to the position of leader of the Eight Steeds Alliance, and at the same time, to fund acts of chivalry. It's a way of atoneing for his sins. Although he still can't escape divine retribution, what we're doing is accumulating some good karma for him, hoping he can be reincarnated sooner in his next life..." He couldn't hear the rest of the conversation because he couldn't bear to listen anymore and couldn't help but flee.

Young Master Yu, Yu Xiaotian—he would remember this name forever. The person described most vividly in Fei Yan's diary was the son of the current leader of the Eight Steeds Alliance, known as the Handsome Jade Swordsman, hailed as the number one expert and the most handsome man of the younger generation. He was the dream lover of countless beauties in the martial arts world, as well as the lover of his newlywed wife and the father of the child she lost.

Standing by the small lake, Qingyang felt as if his world had collapsed—collapsed by the darkness of human hearts, by the falseness of human relationships, by the rule that strength represented everything, and by the death of his heart.

He thought, does martial arts mean everything? Is strength justice? Is his value merely that of a nouveau riche, a despicable man reeking of money?

He thought again of that palm strike—the palm strike from his delicate, beautiful wife, that adorable little hand that struck, enough to end the life of a country bumpkin who was completely devoted to her, yearning for her love that would never come—a palm strike that severed all kindness, a palm strike that cut off life itself.

Then, he remembered the first sentence he could recite, the first word he could write: "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs!"

No! Wrong! It should be "Only man is ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs," first man is ruthless, then heaven and earth are ruthless.

So, what exactly had he learned before? The scriptures he recited, the morals he studied, the principles he learned, the virtues he upheld, the human nature he took for granted—what were they then?

So painful, so painful, so painful! An emptiness welled up from the depths of his heart, devouring his heart, his body, his soul, until nothing was left. Then he found himself seemingly becoming infinitely large, infinitely large beyond measure. Human hearts, morality, and all that remained—all were gone. Only he remained, his purest, most innocent self, his true self, stripped of all pretense. He was himself, he was simply himself, his original self, his true self. Then, Qingyang realized he had been filled, his emptiness filled by his truest self. He had become himself again.

Then, a fiery heat rose from the deepest part of his body, so hot that Qingyang's clothes turned to ashes. So hot that he had to jump into the icy lake before him. Then, only the ashes on the large rock and the slowly boiling lake water remained.

Ten days later, in a cave on the back mountain of the Zheng family, a naked young man covered in water and with messy, wet hair stood in front of a wall. On the wall was a large, blood-red character for "demon," and an eerie killing intent emanated from this character, filling the empty room.

The young man muttered to himself, "By the venerable sects of the Demonic Sect, I, your disciple, have broken through the twelfth level limit of the Demonic Art through the power of the Void Heart, and have successfully advanced to the thirteenth level. Although I would rather not have it, having fulfilled the vow of the Demonic Sect for a thousand years, I hereby declare myself the thirty-seventh sect master of the Demonic Sect, to continue the thousand-year-old tradition, and to break the vow that all disciples of the Demonic Sect are forbidden from entering the martial world or using the Demonic Art!"

After speaking, the young man waved his hand, and another "Demon" character appeared on another wall. It was exactly the same size and style as the previous "Demon" character, but unlike the murderous aura of the previous one, this "Demon" character appeared explosive, bizarre, ordinary, or sinister from different angles. Its infinitely changing aura directly overwhelmed the original "Demon" character, making it pale in comparison to an ordinary character on the wall. The young man snorted coldly and walked out of the stone chamber.

In the dim light, one could see a line of smaller characters to the right of the original "Demon" character: "Established by Chang Litian, the 36th generation sect leader of the Demonic Sect, with the 12th level of Demonic Skill." The date was over a thousand years ago. Next to the "Demon" character left by the naked young man, there was a similar inscription: "Established by Ji Qingyang, the 37th generation sect leader of the Demonic Sect, with the 13th level of Demonic Skill." The date was the 18th day of the seventh month of the year Yichou, which was today.

Soon after, in the Zheng mansion, the master, Zheng Qingyang, who had been missing for over ten days, finally returned, dressed in ill-fitting coarse cloth, amidst the

astonished and contemptuous gazes of the servants. The now-unrecognizable Qingyang keenly sensed that the servants already knew about the painful incident, and that the usually gentle man had suddenly become a laughingstock in their eyes. He didn't blame them, truly didn't, but the servants' gazes made him uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

Looking at the approaching old butler, only his face was filled with worry, and his eyes were brimming with endless concern, which warmed Qingyang's heart. Without saying much, Qingyang instructed, "Uncle Zheng (butler), have everyone assemble in the courtyard. I have something to announce."

After speaking, Qingyang immediately returned to his room to bathe and change. Soon, when he emerged from the bathroom, refreshed, the old butler, Uncle Zheng, was already standing outside his room, looking at him with concern. He said, "Young Master, everyone is assembled. Everyone is here; not a single one is missing."

Then, he added worriedly, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Qingyang smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Zheng, don't worry, I'm fine." Uncle

Zheng nodded, then said cautiously, "Young Master, you seem a little different. You seem like a different person."

Qingyang said "Oh," and smiled slightly, "Uncle Zheng, how have I changed? Aren't I still me? How have I changed?"

Uncle Ji affirmed, "Young Master, you really have changed. You used to be gentle and polite, with a mild attitude towards people. While you're still the same now, your entire demeanor has changed. I can't quite put my finger on it, but now you seem to have a stronger confidence, and there's something frightening about your smile. I can't quite put my finger on it, but having watched you grow up, I'm confident I'm not mistaken. Besides, there are many other things that are different from before. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that I watched you grow up, no one else would dare say these things to your face. Even so..." "When you stare at me, young master, this old man still gets a little creeped out."

Qingyang smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Zheng, don't worry, I've just figured some things out. Don't worry. By the way, things haven't been peaceful in the manor these past few days, have they?"

At this point, Uncle Zheng couldn't help but feel indignant and said, "What are these servants thinking? You've always been so good to them, young master, and now they've all started to climb all over you. Several times, I've heard them making fun of you by mentioning the young mistress. I've been warning them all along, ah..."

Suddenly realizing that this was like reopening Qingyang's wounds, Uncle Zheng stopped talking.

Qingyang smiled and said, "Uncle Zheng, it's alright. I don't mind anymore. They won't be able to talk about it soon. But I might need to trouble you to go to town later and recruit some new servants."

Uncle Zheng was taken aback and asked suspiciously, "Young Master, what do you mean?"

Qingyang didn't answer and walked directly to the courtyard. In front of all two hundred servants in the Zheng household, he sneered, "I'm sorry, I can't provide you with any more jokes. You are all leaving the Zheng household immediately and are not allowed to come back. You are all fired."

Ah! Exclamations of surprise rang out among the servants. Someone asked, "Young Master, why is that?"

Qingyang simply said, "No reason. I just don't like that you don't respect me enough. There's no reason."

Upon hearing this, the servants were even more surprised and exclaimed, creating chaos as they began to make a fuss.

However, all the noise fell silent after Qing Yang shattered the three-person-high artificial hill in the courtyard into pieces with a single palm strike. Qing Yang's cold gaze swept over everyone, and then he said stiffly, "Remember, leave the Zheng residence within a quarter of an hour. If I find out that anyone has taken anything belonging to the Zheng residence, not even a piece of cloth, or if anyone has gonessiped about it after leaving, then this stone will be your example. Remember, anything related to the Zheng residence, good or bad, will be treated the same."

After speaking, he turned to the old steward, Uncle Zheng, and said, "Uncle Zheng, after you have settled these people's wages, immediately send them away... " "Leave the Zheng residence. The one who was speaking means he doesn't even want his wages anymore; just kick him out. Then, immediately go to the county government and hire some servants who know how to respect their masters. Increase their wages fivefold and have them report to the residence tomorrow. Don't hire anyone who has any connection with this group. Understand?"

Uncle Zheng, stunned by Qing Yang's slap, nodded blankly. Then, Qing Yang added, "While you're at the county government, visit the county magistrate. Tell him I want to reclaim the land of Cinian Nunnery. If the magistrate asks why, tell him I'm building a brothel. But I doubt he'll dare to ask. Remember to tell him to sell people to reclaim it first thing tomorrow morning."

"By the way, Feifei has woken up, right?" Qingyang suddenly asked again. Uncle Zheng instinctively replied, "Young mistress..."

Qingyang interrupted, "She's not the young mistress. I, Ji, don't have such a wife. Your young mistress will never be her. By the way, let me tell you, when you go to the county government, take back all the funds we invested in the Ding family's businesses. Anyway, Master He is already too sick to think straight and is about to die. I don't need to care about his reputation anymore. I want them to know that everyone who offends me will not have a good ending." Uncle Zheng

froze again, forgetting even to reply to Qing Yang. Seeing Qing Yang about to leave, he finally remembered to say, "Young Master, Young... He Feifei woke up eight days ago and has been demanding that you come out to see her, saying..."

Qing Yang turned around, gesturing, "Go on."

Uncle Zheng mustered his courage and continued, "He said he wants you to give him justice... he wants you to pay with your life."

Qing Yang listened, gave a cold laugh, said nothing more, turned and went back to his room, ignoring Uncle Zheng and the other dismissed servants who were intimidated by his utterly inhuman laugh.

The servants then realized why they had angered Qingyang and been fired—it was because of Ding Qianqian. They couldn't help but secretly regret their gossip. The Zheng family's wages were already 50% higher than other families; now, a fivefold increase was unimaginable. Yet, the once gentle young master was completely different. Just seeing how he dealt with anyone connected to He Feifei showed he was truly determined. Based on their understanding of the Zheng family, offending them meant certain death in this county—no, in this province. After all, even they, who had served the Zheng family for years, couldn't calculate the Zheng family's true wealth.

With a sigh, everyone followed Uncle Zheng to collect their wages. The boulder Qingyang had just smashed was still there; they dared not say anything more, lest they lose their wages.

As night slowly fell, in the deserted Zheng mansion, a series of cries suddenly rang out from the master's room: "Someone! Someone! Is nobody home? Where has everyone gone? I'm thirsty!" The voice was clear and pleasant, belonging to a young woman.

As if in response to her cries, a figure entered the room carrying a cup of tea. Hearing the door open, the woman stopped calling out and instead cursed, "Damn it, where has everyone gone? Why did it take you so long to come?"

A cold voice replied, "There's no one else. Everyone is gone. Only you and I are left in the Zheng mansion!"

Hearing this, the woman, who had been half-lying on the bed, suddenly sat up. Looking around, she saw Qing Yangshi, whom she hadn't seen for over ten days, standing by the bed with a cup of tea.

Qingyang gazed intently at his new wife, this beautiful woman who had betrayed him before their marriage. Her long, fine, black hair was slightly disheveled from lying down. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, large, almond-shaped eyes, a straight, delicate nose, and small, red lips. Combined with her curvaceous figure, she was undeniably beautiful. Even in this hateful moment after her betrayal, her miscarriage, and her subsequent bedridden illness, Qingyang still found her truly beautiful. No wonder she was recognized as one of the Ten Beauties of the martial world. It was a pity that only now was he truly appreciating her beauty for the first time.

The most hateful thing was that this woman shouldn't have betrayed him—no, she shouldn't have married him after betraying him. If that hadn't been for her, he would only feel regret, not hatred.

He Feifei, with her keen female instincts, sensed that Qingyang's gaze towards her was different now. He had never looked down at her so openly before, as if she were something belonging to him, a feeling of certainty that she was his possession. She disliked this feeling.

Suddenly remembering the regrettable incident from half a month ago, He Feifei's anger flared, and she said menacingly, "Fine! You've finally shown up! I'll make you pay for my child's life!"

With that, He Feifei immediately swung her hand, but Qingyang dodged it by stepping back. She then pounced on Qingyang from the bed, her cute but murderous hands pressing against his neck.

Just as she was about to kill Qingyang with her small hand, Qingyang suddenly asked, "Feifei, wait a minute. I know you hate me and want to kill me as soon as possible, and I know I can't escape death either. But before I die, I want to know one thing: from the past until now, have you ever liked me? Even just a little bit?"

He Feifei was stunned. She was about to kill him, but there seemed to be a force in Qingyang's words that forced her to answer. She said disdainfully, "Even if you ask me a few more times, it will be the same. I have never liked you, not even a little bit."

Qingyang's eyes suddenly darkened, and then she said, "So, have you ever considered me your friend, or an older brother or anything like that? After all, we grew up together!"

She said even more disdainfully, "What a joke! You, a money-grubbing fellow, want to be my friend? Dream on!"

Qingyang murmured with almost no life in her eyes, "So the reason you married me was entirely to help your brother Yu seize my family's assets. You have absolutely no feelings for me, your fiancé who has protected you since childhood and waited for you. I had a little hope, but it turns out I was too stupid, too naive. I thought I saw through it all, but in reality, I was still willingly trapped in it, unwilling to come out."

"Do you know? Actually, half a month ago, that palm strike of yours killed that money-grubbing, good-for-nothing country bumpkin, Zheng Qingyang. Really, you really killed that country bumpkin, Zheng Qingyang. You truly killed that obedient boy who blindly hoped for a little bit of pity from you, even just a little bit of sympathy would make him happy."

Listening to Qingyang's almost incoherent words, He Feifei impatiently tightened her grip, wanting to avenge her son's death. However, suddenly, a cold sweat ran down her back, and she discovered in horror that she couldn't move her entire body.

He Feifei's large, bright eyes stared at Qingyang in terror, but Qingyang seemed completely oblivious to her unease, continuing, "Now, Zheng Qingyang is dead. You have personally awakened the demons of hell. Hell originally had a chance to close its gates and prevent demons from running rampant in the world, but unfortunately, Feifei, you ignorantly opened the gates again. Now, demons are destined to roam the world." He

slowly took a step back, easily freeing his neck from Feifei's grasp. Then, he sat down in the chair in front of the dressing table, crossed one leg, and slowly sipped his fragrant tea, appearing extremely relaxed and leisurely, exuding an indescribable air of tranquility.

Looking at Qingyang like this, Feifei was both alarmed and confused. Was this really the Qingyang she remembered as ordinary and mediocre? She realized something: in the two months since their marriage, she knew absolutely nothing about her nominal husband. Aside from knowing his name was Zheng Qingyang, his father Zheng Liufeng, and his mother, Zheng Shi, both deceased years ago, she knew nothing else. What was the true nature of her husband hidden beneath his ordinary, unassuming exterior? She didn't even know how much wealth he possessed, despite the Zheng and He families being longtime friends.

Qingyang seemed to sense Feifei's doubts. He slowly put down his teacup and smiled, "Aren't you confused? Aren't you finding it strange? Who exactly am I, this ordinary, unassuming person? Why am I so calm? Why can't you move?" Qingyang addressed all of Feifei's questions.

Suddenly, Feifei felt she could move again, but not freely. Instead, she found herself standing straight in front of Qingyang. Qingyang stood up, smiling, and approached her. Feifei suddenly felt a chill; her smile held an indescribable, ominous feeling.
As Qingyang stood before her, Feifei realized how tall he was, even taller and more imposing than her brother Yu. She had never looked at him directly before and hadn't noticed his imposing stature. His presence gave her a great sense of pressure.

Qingyang looked down at the petite Feifei, his smile filled with an unfathomable meaning. He smiled and said, "Actually, I've never had a chance to tell you. Our Zheng family has passed down a set of martial arts techniques for generations. Each generation has a set of techniques that are, well, quite terrifying for you martial artists. They are truly terrifying."

Qianqian stared at Qingyang in horror as he continued, "As a martial artist, you should have heard of them, right? Twelve years ago, a terrifying child with an ominous face suddenly appeared. This child defeated Zhao Tianye, the leader of the Martial Alliance, in a one-on-one battle against thirty-one opponents, along with Zhao Tianye and his Thirty Heavenly Swords, a group of formidable masters. Apart from Zhao Tianye escaping unscathed, only five of the Thirty Heavenly Swords survived, five of whom were crippled for life. Well, that was my father's test for me, the first test..." "Examination."

Fei Fei stared at Qing Yang in disbelief, her eyes filled with utter shock and terror. How could she not know about this terrifying event that shocked the martial arts world? Twelve years ago, all thirty top masters of the martial arts alliance were wiped out, and the alliance leader, Shen Jian, announced his retirement, leaving the position of martial arts alliance leader vacant for twelve years. The two hall masters of Shaolin's Cangjing and Luohan halls joined forces, but lost all their power. The terrifying Changbai Thirteen Villages turned into a sea of fire and disappeared from the martial arts world. Hai Tiansheng, the island master of Kanli Island overseas, lost a leg, and Sun Changkong, the great hero of Jiangnan, became a cripple. These people and organizations were all top-tier organizations in the martial arts world, or terrifying masters, but they were all no match for the poisonous hands of that mysterious boy, causing everyone in the martial arts world to live in fear and panic, and plunging the world into an atmosphere of terror, all because of that terrifying fifteen-year-old boy, a boy who appeared for only half a year and then mysteriously disappeared.

Qingyang chuckled easily: "Right, right, it seems you remembered. It took you half a year to finally pass my father's test. I remember what you people in the martial arts world called me back then, um, it seemed like 'Demon'... um! Right, 'Demon Child'! Terrifying, horrifying, shocking, mysterious—I remember laughing for a long time back then!"

Qingyang's smile slowly widened, but in Feifei's eyes, it was incredibly terrifying and horrifying. Her face turned deathly pale, and for the first time, she felt regret. For the first time, she felt a hope that she could die more easily. She had no other hope; she only hoped that this terrifying man in front of her could make her die more easily. If she had known his true identity earlier, Feifei would never have dared to make a move on him.

Qingyang reached out and gently stroked her delicate chin, smiling as he said, "Do you know? Due to ancestral teachings, members of my family cannot use martial arts until they have mastered their skills. However, the only exception is when they have just completed their apprenticeship. The person passing on the skills can choose any method to test the successor. Only then can members of my family use martial arts. At that time, my father's test for me was to challenge famous masters or organizations in the martial arts world to test my strength and see if I could inherit the name of the Zheng family."

"However, what I didn't expect was that you martial arts practitioners are far too aptly described! You're so easily defeated. These so-called top masters couldn't even withstand 80% of my strength. I thought I could finally show off my skills, but you're really pathetic. You're so fragile, you're finished in just a few moves. It's terrifying that I have nowhere to vent my passion, and I almost failed my father's test. Luckily, I didn't die at his hands and barely passed to inherit the family business."

Upon hearing this, Fei Fei almost fainted. The fact that they had stirred up a terrifying storm in the martial arts world, killed countless top masters, and yet it was just a novice's graduation exam, which they completed with great ease, was simply too terrifying. No, "terrifying" was not enough to describe Fei Fei's feelings at this moment.

Qingyang continued, "Originally, I thought I would live my life like my ancestors, guarding the family precepts and living an unknown life. When I married you, I even thought that since I couldn't use my martial arts, it would be the same if my wife became the first female emperor in the martial arts world. So, I even devised a plan to strengthen your skills and train you to become the number one master in the world. Unfortunately, this plan is no longer useful because you did not give yourself the opportunity to become a top master, because you did not want to and were not worthy to be my wife."

"However, you are quite remarkable. It wasn't in vain that I waited for you for eighteen years. In less than two months, you made me experience all the hardships and pains of life. You truly are my good wife. You actually used this method to help me pass the final limit of my power, break through the shackles of humanity, and achieve my self-transcendence. This allowed me, this demon child, to finally break free from the ancestral teachings and restrictions, no longer confined by the condition of not being able to use martial arts. You made me grow up and become a true demon, no longer a demon child who never grew up. You have truly worked hard." Qingyang said with a smile.

Feifei's vision went white, and she fainted from the shock. Before collapsing, her last thought was: twelve years ago, the Demon Child had shaken the entire martial world; twelve years later, having broken through his own limits and freed himself from the constraints of ancestral teachings, what kind of chaos would this demon cause? Endless regret and remorse lingered in her heart.

She didn't know how much time had passed before Feifei finally awoke from her unconsciousness. A soft voice whispered in her ear, "You're awake! How are you feeling? Are you alright? You've been unconscious for a whole day and night, so I had to give you medicine. You seem to be feeling better now!" The voice sounded gentle and caring, but in reality, it was devoid of any emotion.

Feifei was startled. She recognized the voice—it was her nominal husband, the man who had once been ordinary and mediocre, but now called himself a demon—Zheng Qingyang.

The voice continued, "I originally wanted you to sleep a little longer, but I was worried you'd miss a good show, so I had you take our sect's elixir. This is a sacred medicine that can bring the dead back to life and revive the wounded. Its effects are even better than Shaolin's Great Rejuvenation Pill. Now your body should be fully recovered!"

Indeed, as soon as Feifei woke up, she felt an indescribable comfort throughout her body. All the weakness had completely disappeared, and she even felt that her internal energy had increased considerably.

Sitting up, she saw Qingyang smiling as he sat on a chair by the bed, a book in his hand. His gaze fell on an open ink painting on the table, and Qianqian exclaimed, "The Old Man Fishing!"

Looking at the book in Qingyang's hand, she saw it was the *Qingxu Baojian*, with the words "Written by Qingxuzi" written beside it. Feifei couldn't help but exclaim again, "The *Qingxu Baojian* martial arts manual of the greatest master of five hundred years ago, Qingxu Zhenren!"

Qingyang glanced at the book and smiled, "Ah, I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you first. Because you've been unconscious all this time, I couldn't find anyone to talk to. Then I remembered..." "You wrote in Fei Yan's Diary that besides wanting some money from me to help your brother Yu become the leader of the Eight Heroes Alliance, you also wanted to find an ancient painting here called 'The Lonely Old Man Fishing.' It's said that this painting is the work of the peerless master Qingxu Zhenren from five hundred years ago, and it's related to the location of Qingxu Zhenren's secret martial arts manual. You happened to have seen this painting here before, so you came this time hoping to find it and uncover Qingxu Zhenren's martial arts secrets to surprise your brother Yu. However, you also wrote in Fei Yan's Diary that you searched for two months without finding the painting, and were quite disappointed, thinking that I might have lost it."

"Actually, this painting of an old man fishing has always been displayed in my study as a decoration. You can tell me if you ask me. You don't need to search so hard and be afraid of being discovered. Seeing how disappointed you were in your diary, I couldn't bear to see you disappointed, so I took the liberty of bringing this painting and rushed eight hundred miles away overnight to retrieve the secret manual of the Qingxu Immortal, wanting to give you a surprise."

"I took a look while you were asleep. This Master Qingxu truly deserves to be called a genius. The Qingxu Treasure Mirror records three sword techniques—the Heavenly Qing, Earthly Qing, and Human Qing Three Talents Qingxu Sword Technique; two fist techniques—the Extreme Yang and Extreme Yin Yin Fist Techniques; three body techniques—the Seven Skillful Steps, the Nine Palaces Shift, and the Thunder Flash Body Technique; three profound body techniques covering close, medium, and long range; a powerful Heaven-Breaking Palm; a shadowless and formless Qingxu Finger Technique; and the mysterious and boundless Qingxu Qi. All of them are exceptionally mysterious, profound, and powerful. Acquiring one of them will make you a first-class master, acquiring two will make you a high-level master, acquiring three will make you a super master, and acquiring four will make you a super master. If you acquire them all, dominating the martial arts world is not just a pipe dream."

"However, you and your Yu-ge are probably going to be disappointed. Although these divine skills can be practiced by both men and women, they are not only for those with a virgin body like me. Otherwise, they will only end up with qi deviation. However, there is still one hope. If your Yu-ge has also broken through the limits of the human body and reached a transcendent level of skill, then with his superb skills, he can definitely practice them too. After all, all martial arts in the world, when practiced to their highest level, lead to the same destination. Remember to remind your Yu-ge of this, or he will suffer qi deviation."
As he spoke, Qingyang smiled and handed the Qingxu Treasure Mirror to Feifei. Feifei took it blankly, her heart filled with mixed feelings, unable to describe what she felt. She was increasingly unable to understand her nominal husband, finding him more and more unfathomable and increasingly suspicious of him.

Knowing that she had first betrayed the alliance and had a child with Yu Ge, and then married him with ulterior motives, committing these acts that would be a great disgrace to any man, why was his attitude towards her so calm, showing no sign of him doing anything to harm her? If it were anyone else, she might already be in a miserable state. If he were truly a wealthy man who knew nothing about martial arts, one could say that he was afraid of her martial arts skills and dared not do anything to her, but rather worried that she might harm her. However, he was the man who had unleashed a bloodbath in the martial arts world twelve years ago, slaughtering countless top masters. Now, without the constraints of ancestral precepts, and claiming that his skills had surpassed his own limits, she knew that although her martial arts were not weak, they were still far inferior to those masters who had died at his hands twelve years ago, let alone him now. She knew that she was already a fish in a pot, a piece of meat in his belly, with no choice but to be slaughtered by him. She was self-aware and mentally prepared for this.

However, Qingyang always faced her with a calm smile. Now, he even gave her a treasure manual that would make people in the martial arts world fight tooth and nail without any hesitation. The more he did this, the more Qianqian felt puzzled and confused, unable to guess Qingyang's thoughts at all.

Suddenly, Qingyang smiled and said, "Heh, as expected, timing is everything. The opera singers are here! Hehe, Feifei, I knew I was right. Today, I had the county magistrate retrieve the deeds and land for Cinian Nunnery. I knew your master and your fellow disciples would come looking for me in a rage. See, I was right! They're ten miles away, burning with rage, just from the sound of their footsteps. Hmm, fourteen people in total. Hehe, your master, your nine fellow disciples, and four nuns—a whole bunch of nuns, young and old, are here! Hehe."

Feifei was shocked. Footsteps ten miles away? She had never heard of anyone being able to hear sounds from ten miles away, let alone discern the number of people approaching and their moods. Was this some kind of myth?

Qingyang stood up, stretched, and smiled as he muttered to himself, "Hmm, people of the martial world are indeed strange. They like to do everything in secret at night. Don't you people of the martial world know that the quiet and dark night is the time for demons?"

The last sentence seemed to be a question to Feifei. This was already the umpteenth time that Qingyang had called her a demon, and at the same time, an uncomfortable and ominous premonition rose in her heart.

Seeing Qingyang turn to leave, Feifei screamed, "Where are you going? What are you going to do to my master and junior sister? It's all my fault, it has nothing to do with my master and junior sister!"

Qingyang turned around, walked back to Feifei, bent down and looked down at Qianqian sitting on the edge of the bed, and smiled, "This demon doesn't blame you at all, and of course, I won't blame your master and junior sister either, you don't need to worry."

"It's just, well, just a little unsatisfactory. Your master and junior sister are a bit inhuman, and too greedy. Their greed made them forget one thing: you must be especially careful when making deals with demons, otherwise, demons will devour you whole, bones and all. After all, demons are not kind gods; they will always demand a return for their efforts. But don't worry, right now, I just want to collect some interest. After all, my old demon father and I have raised them for over twenty years, it's time for them to pay some interest."

"Alright, the greedy person who made a deal with the demon has arrived. Feifei, you must stay here obediently and enjoy this show. Don't leave here, and don't make a sound, otherwise, this demon might cause something unfortunate due to a momentary distraction!" He gently kissed Feifei's pale cheek and then smiled as he reminded her, "Remember to stay here and watch the show obediently!"

After speaking, Qingyang walked out of the room with a smile. Looking at Qingyang's room, Qianqian couldn't help but touch the spot on her cheek where Qingyang had kissed her. A chill ran through her, as if she were falling into the deepest abyss.

Even though his lips were soft and his breath warm, why did she feel such a coldness? It wasn't until much later that she realized that at that moment, Qingyang had completely lost all human feelings for her. To him, she was more of a stranger than a stranger. This emotionless kiss sent shivers down Feifei's spine.

Slowly, he walked out of the room and into the inner courtyard. Since Uncle Zheng hadn't brought the person back as he had instructed, only Feifei and he were in the Zheng residence. Therefore, Qingyang was at ease; whatever had happened, no one would know.

However, Qingyang was a little worried about Uncle Zheng's late return. He figured it was probably related to the county magistrate's brazen breach of the Zheng residence's gates and the intrusion of Ci Nian and his group.

Finally, after about half an hour, Dingjing and the others, who had searched the entire Ji residence without finding a single person, finally found the only person in the Zheng residence, Qingyang, in the central courtyard of the inner courtyard.

Fourteen people gathered around Qingyang, completely surrounding her. Qingyang, throughout, simply wore a strange smile, quietly accepting the encirclement and angry stares of this group of Daoist nuns.

When Dingjing finally arrived, she pushed through the crowd and came to within three steps of Qingyang. Qingyang's smile finally changed slightly, a very subtle change, as if mixed with a hint of malice.

In Dingjing's hand, instead of her usual whisk, was a gleaming, obviously sharp, three-foot-long sword. Her eyes, which should have been kind and gentle, were now filled with murderous intent, and she glared at Qingyang like a female demon.

Qingyang, preparing for his next move, carefully observed the middle-aged, beautiful Daoist nun named Dingjing. She possessed a strikingly beautiful oval face, long, slender, slightly curved eyebrows, large, bright, alluring eyes, a straight, delicate nose, and small lips. Even now, with her face slightly contorted in anger, she was undeniably a renowned beauty from twenty years ago; time had left no trace on her. At thirty-six, she was only more beautiful and radiant, in the prime of a woman's life. Frankly, Qingyang found Dingjing's wide, moon-white Daoist robe quite jarring, as it obscured his view of her mature and captivating figure. He couldn't help but ponder what to do next.

Before she could speak, seeing Qingyang's gaze roaming over her face and body, she grew even angrier. For some reason, and a woman's intuition, Dingjing felt that Qingyang's gaze contained too many unknown factors, making her extremely uncomfortable.

With a glare, Hui Ding roared, "You lowly man, what are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

She then added, "I ask you, did you borrow courage from the heavens? You actually dared to send people from the county government to reclaim our nunnery's land! How dare you! Don't you know that Cinian Nunnery is the chosen site for our sect's founding? How dare you try to take Cinian Nunnery away!"

Qing Yang said casually, "It's nothing. I just think it's a waste to give that land to a bunch of aimless, unfit nuns like you. It would be better to use it to open a brothel and make some money."

Upon hearing this, everyone was involuntarily... The noise intensified. Qingyang even suggested that giving them the money would be better spent on opening a brothel. The Daoist nun trembled with rage, brandishing her longsword and placing it against Qingyang's neck, shouting, "How dare you! Say it again! Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Qingyang shook his head and smiled, "A Jianghu person is a Jianghu person. Always threatening to kill with weapons. Do you think everything can be obtained by force?"

He gently deflected the sword from Huiding's neck. The Daoist nuns gasped in surprise. Why had Qingyang so easily deflected the sword from their enraged master?
Then, they discovered that their entire bodies, except for their eyes and mouths, were completely unresponsive. Dingjing, filled with shock and anger, exclaimed, "Damn it! What kind of sorcery have you used on us?"

Unlike the pressure point techniques commonly used in martial arts, there was no feeling of weakness or stiffness, but their entire bodies were simply out of control, exactly like Feifei's situation.

Qingyang held up a finger and shook it in front of him, saying, "Ahem, you're wrong. This demon is quite ignorant of demonic arts. Even if I were to use one, it would be magic. However, what I used was neither demonic arts nor magic. I used the Qingxu Finger technique of the Qingxu Immortal from five hundred years ago to press your acupoints, putting your bodies in a state of extreme relaxation. That's not demonic arts at all. You need to understand that."

Everyone then noticed Qingyang's strange self-designation—he actually called himself a demon?

Hiding in the room ten meters away, Feifei, behind the window, couldn't help but suppress the gasp of surprise that threatened to escape her lips. How could this be? She had just skimmed through the contents of the Qingxu Treasure Mirror, and as Qing Yang had said, its content was indeed extremely profound. To achieve even a minor level of mastery, one would need to practice diligently for over ten years, and to learn it completely, one would need to endure thirty years of arduous effort. However, she had only obtained the Qingxu Treasure Mirror recently. Considering the eight hundred miles of travel and search time Qing Yang spent, she estimated that Qing Yang would only have spent two or three hours at most before handing it over to her. Two or three hours was only enough time to roughly skim through the Qingxu Treasure Mirror once. Could it be that Qing Yang had learned it after just one glance in those short two or three hours? And was he even able to apply it effectively?

Feifei could hardly believe it, but having watched Qingyang intently from beginning to end, she noticed that apart from the slight trembling of Qingyang's fingers as he lowered his hands, Qingyang hadn't made any other move. This invisible and intangible finger force was proof of the use of the seemingly real yet illusory finger technique. Thinking of Qingyang's words just now, about breaking through the limits of human strength, she felt a chill run down her spine at the thought of her tragic future.

At this moment, Qingyang smiled and said to Dingjing and the other women, "I know you won't believe me. Come, let me demonstrate for you."

He then smiled at the four nuns standing about five and a half zhang away on the outer edge of the crowd to his right, and said, "Perfect. These four ungrateful fellows are right here. Anyway, I don't need them. Since I've raised them for so long, using them as a demonstration isn't bad. At least they'll be of some use."

With that, Qingyang lightly tapped one of the four nuns with his index finger. Without any visible movement, one of the nuns fell silently and awkwardly, clearly beyond saving. Qingyang

smiled slightly and said, "Can't see clearly? No problem, you have three more chances. Watch carefully."

This time, Qingyang increased the force and intensity of his movements, especially on Dingjing and her disciples, whose faces had suddenly turned deathly pale. A burst of blood suddenly erupted from the chest of the second nun, and she collapsed with a thud.

"Watch closely, the third time." Another finger strike, and this time the women saw it clearly: a snow-white energy shot from Qingyang's index fingertip, piercing directly through the chest of the third female Daoist nun, causing her to spit out blood from both the front and back.

Three consecutive finger strikes claimed three lives, yet Qingyang's face remained serenely smiling, without a trace of murderous intent. The crowd finally witnessed what it meant to kill without batting an eye, as if talking to someone. Qingyang truly lived up to his name—a demon, a terrifying demon.

The female Daoists screamed, "Stop! Please stop!" Dingjing's cry

was the loudest and most ruthless. Qingyang smiled calmly again, and pointed his finger once more. But strangely, before the white energy could even touch the last Daoist nun, she collapsed, causing Qingyang's strike to miss its mark.

Qing Yang exclaimed in surprise and looked closely. He saw that the female Taoist nun's face was ashen and she was spitting out yellow liquid. Qing Yang raised an eyebrow and said, "You're really useless. I've raised you for over forty years, and now I only need you to give a demonstration, and you're scared to death. What a waste of my money."

The female Daoist nuns, including Dingjing, were all ashen-faced, speechless. The shock of witnessing Qingyang casually take three lives and terrify one was nothing compared to the utterly inhumane words he had spoken. Dingjing

, in particular, recalled that twenty years ago, when she had become a nun here, these four nuns had already received offerings from Qingyang's father for over a decade. After she arrived, at her request, Qingyang's father had spent a large sum of money to expand the Cinian Nunnery to its current size, comparable to a large temple, and provided an annual offering of 100,000 taels of silver, allowing her to live an extremely wealthy life. Her food and clothing were nothing like the coarse and austere life of ordinary nuns. Was this not as Qingyang had claimed, that they were being supported by his Zheng family?

Moreover, hearing Qingyang's words clearly showed that he didn't consider the four Daoist nuns as human beings at all, but rather as livestock he kept, to be killed or manipulated at will. If they didn't meet his expectations, such as the fourth nun dying of fright before he could complete the demonstration of that finger-strength technique, he would feel as if he had wasted money raising a pig but never got to eat its meat—a truly regrettable situation.

She now understood that in his eyes, they were merely a group of livestock he kept, to be done with as he pleased. He genuinely believed this, and everyone, including Dingjing, her nine disciples, and even Feifei peeking from behind the window, shared the same realization.

However, Dingjing simply couldn't understand how a nouveau riche, reeking of money, could have changed so drastically in just a few days. Not only had he effortlessly subdued them all without them noticing, but he had also taken four lives from a distance of five zhang. Most terrifyingly, it was his state of mind. Beneath that gentle smile, she couldn't sense any human emotion from Qingyang. What was his true face behind that smiling mask? Dingjing dared not imagine, nor did she have time to imagine. She was already worried about their future.

At this moment, Qingyang seemed to be talking to himself, saying, "What a pity, I missed a chance to demonstrate. Is there anyone who wants me to demonstrate? If so, speak up so others can see clearly."

Upon hearing this, those who were almost in tears from Qingyang's utterly inhuman behavior immediately pressed their mouths shut, fearing that if they uttered a sound, they would become the next to fall. However, tears streamed uncontrollably down their pale faces. These young, impetuous nuns, who had followed their master and wanted to use Qingyang to make a name for themselves, never imagined that such a terrifying person as Qingyang existed in the world. Ironically, just half a month ago, they had mocked him and thrown him out of his Cinian Nunnery. Now, they were coming to his house to cause him trouble. Everyone felt their deaths were imminent.

Finally, they remembered that Cinian Nunnery belonged to Qingyang.

Qingyang was clearly satisfied with the situation he had created, and said with a faint smile, "It seems that none of you want to come out and demonstrate. There won't be a next time if you miss this opportunity. I'll ask one more time, is there anyone willing to come out?"

His gentle but emotionless gaze carefully swept over the face of each young nun. Whether they were young nuns in their twenties or only twelve or thirteen years old, they all felt a chill run down their spines when Qingyang's gaze swept over them. They all shivered involuntarily, feeling that Qingyang's gaze was so cold, and that he looked at them as if they were inanimate objects, not treating them as human beings at all.

Qingyang nodded in satisfaction and said, "As expected, it costs me 100,000 taels of silver every year. Dingjing, you've done a good job. Each of your disciples meets the standards, and their aptitude is excellent. It's truly worthwhile."

Dingjing was now truly terrified. Qingyang's tone was as if he were telling her, "Hmm, you've done a good job with this. It's quite practical, and the money wasn't wasted." However, the "things" he was referring to were a group of living, breathing people.

Suppressing the chill rising in her heart, Dingjing forced herself to remain calm and said, "Stop arguing. Since we're inferior in skill and have fallen into your hands, you can kill us or do whatever you want with us. You don't need to say any more nonsense. I just didn't expect you to be so good at playing dumb. You're really good at it."

Qingyang's face once again showed that terrifying, malicious smile as he approached Huiding and said with a wicked laugh, "You really like to joke with me. I spend so much silver every year to raise you. If I just kill you like this, wouldn't I be losing out big time?" He

wouldn't kill them? Hearing Qing Yang's words, many disciples breathed a sigh of relief and their faces lit up with joy. However, Ding Jing was not happy at all; instead, she felt a sense of foreboding and asked in a trembling voice, "What exactly do you want?"

Qing Yang smiled gently and said, "Aren't you all eager to make a name for yourselves in the martial world? Now I'll give you a chance. I've recently started my career and have a group of witches by my side. You happen to have nine disciples who are both beautiful and talented, which perfectly matches the number of nine Yin Witches I need."

Before Qing Yang could finish speaking, Ding Jing cried out in terror, "What? You can't do this! You actually want to train my disciples into monster witches without any human will! You can't do this!" Hearing Ding Jing's cry, the female disciples panicked and couldn't help but cry.

They had often heard Hui Ding or other martial arts elders mention that within the evil demonic cult, there was a method that used drugs to transform a person into an invulnerable, incredibly strong monster, completely devoid of humanity and self. Male monsters were called demonic beasts, and female monsters were called witches.

Although this method was a closely guarded secret within the demonic cult, Qing Yang had consistently called himself a demon and had casually taken four lives. They had no doubt that Qing Yang wouldn't do it. Upon hearing that the price of immortality was becoming such a monster, the women genuinely hoped Qing Yang would simply kill them all. But Qing Yang didn't kill them, and they didn't even have the strength to bite their tongues and commit suicide.

Seeing the panicked and fearful expressions of the crowd, Qingyang shook his head and said, "Hey, don't compare the witches I want to those low-class sects who steal my teachings. Being my witch has many advantages! Not only will you be invulnerable to swords and spears and possess immense strength, but your power will also increase tenfold. My Yin Witches have absolute self-awareness and absolute autonomy. Of course, there is a price to pay. To become my witch, you only need to pay a little bit of loyalty to me and not leave me without my permission. Where else can you find such a good deal?"

Outsiders may not know, but Qingyang himself knows very well that the so-called demonic sects and demonic cults in the martial arts world are actually the creations of ambitious individuals who, under the orders of the thirty-sixth generation sect leader, went into seclusion to study the ultimate realm of demonic cultivation. They had obtained a few moves or techniques from the demonic cult by chance.

The true orthodox demonic sect, like some mysterious Buddhist, Taoist, and Confucian sects in the martial arts world, pursues the limits of humanity and seeks the divine realm of martial arts. The only difference lies in their development philosophy and the methods they use. They are far superior to those low-class sects that only vent their desires, commit evil deeds, and are complacent about having mastered the essence of demonic arts. Compared to the so-called demonic sects of today, the true demonic sect is many times better. Qing Yang is the only one of the true demonic sects to break through the limits after a thousand years of seclusion and become the sect leader of the true demonic sect. He is a sect leader who has appeared for more than a thousand years. Of course, Qing Yang does not need to, and has no need to, explain these things to them.

However, although Qingyang knew the truth and had revealed some information, the anxious and panicked crowd wouldn't listen. The cries and screams were deafening, fueling Qingyang's anger. He roared, "Whoever makes a sound, I'll immediately turn her into a witch!" Instantly

, no one dared to utter a sound, except for Dingjing, who screamed, "No! You can't do that! You can't harm my disciples! If you really want to train someone, train me!"

Qingyang smiled and took another step forward, almost touching her body to his nose, a malicious smile on his face. "What a joke! If I can't do that, who can? You? Are you going to take your raised disciple to her death in the martial world?"

"Being my witches not only grants eternal youth and tenfold increased power, but also requires only loyalty to me. They don't need to risk their lives in the martial world to gain fame and fortune, toiling away and potentially dying in the streets. Isn't that better than you leading them to their deaths?"

Ding Jing retorted angrily. "Even if they die a violent death, it's still better than becoming mindless puppets. Besides, I painstakingly took them in and raised them. Do you think I would harm my own disciples?"

"What a joke! Everything you used to raise them—the food, the shelter, the supplies—was provided by my Zheng family. Even you yourself, if it weren't for my Ji family, could you live and eat so well?"

"Furthermore, now that you're all in my hands, what I want to do, do you have any room for objection?"

With a gentle smile, Qing Yang left Ding Jing speechless. What Qing Yang said was true; even if it wasn't, now that they were in his hands, their lives were no longer in their own hands.
Then, Qingyang smiled maliciously, "As for you, don't worry. Your precious disciple will become my Yin Demoness. We have other plans."

Dingjing trembled and said, "What are you doing? Get away! What do you want to do?"

She hadn't noticed because of her excitement that Qingyang was standing very close to her. Now that

she realized it, she screamed for Qingyang to get away. But instead of leaving, Qingyang reached out and hugged her even more maliciously, deliberately twisting his chest and rubbing against her full breasts hidden under her wide Taoist robe.

"This demon has a bad habit: the more someone tells me not to do something, the more I want to do it. Anyway, your fate is already sealed. It's good that you know it first. This is what this demon wants to do!"

Dingjing screamed and cursed loudly, desperately trying to make Qingyang leave, but she had no strength at all and could only let Qingyang hug her and rub against her breasts.

Qingyang said with satisfaction, "I read in Feifei's diary that you became a nun because you dislike men and hate being touched by them, right? But it's okay, you'll like them soon enough." After saying that, Qingyang finally released Dingjing.

Just as Dingjing breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Qingyang reach his hand to her collar. Huiding couldn't help but exclaim, "What do you want to do?"

Qingyang smiled maliciously, "I can do whatever I want, and you have no room to talk back."

As he spoke, he slashed downwards, and with Dingjing's scream, Huiding's wide Taoist robe, including the white undergarment, bodice, and underpants below her waist, was quietly split in two by Qingyang's slash, extending downwards from Dingjing's chest.

In an instant, amidst the fluttering of her robes, Ding Jing's snow-white skin appeared before her disciples and Qing Yang. Her bodice, split in two, billowed in the wind, revealing her two large, full, and erect breasts. Two adorable nipples sat atop beautiful areolas. Years of martial arts training had given her a slender, almost serpentine waist and a flat stomach, even in her thirties. Below her abdomen, her white underpants, split in two, remained connected only at the rear, from her buttocks to her crotch. The front half, with a large opening, parted to the sides, revealing a tuft of long, thick, black pubic hair covering her prominent mons pubis. Her two white, tender labia were tightly closed, making it clear that this beautiful Daoist nun, who disliked men, was still a virgin, and a mature woman radiating astonishing heat.

Ding Jing, her face pale, screamed incessantly. The unprecedented shame finally brought tears to her eyes.

Qingyang didn't care. He parted Dingjing's robes, which she had torn in two, and reached inside to embrace her naked body, pulling her close. He took advantage of the moment when Dingjing's screaming mouth was being filled with his warm tongue, which swirled inside and silenced her screams. Unable to scream,

Dingjing could only whimper meaninglessly under Qingyang's passionate kisses. Her originally pale face flushed red from Qingyang's kisses, the "Spring Entanglement Tongue" technique interspersed within the passionate kisses, and the other aphrodisiac technique being applied to her mature body from within her robes, constantly stimulating her acupoints that ignited her desire.

In no time, Dingjing's initial resolute resistance turned into Qingyang's soft embrace. Her tongue, driven by instinct, relentlessly entangled with Qingyang's, emitting soft moans different from before.

After kissing her enough, Qingyang moved his kisses down her lips, chin, and neck to Dingjing's breasts. Her two bright red nipples, swollen and engorged from Qingyang's skillful aphrodisiac techniques, were perfect for his wanton sucking and playing.

Having had her acupoints pressed by Qingyang, Dingjing's muscles were relaxed, leaving her unable to move and only able to stand still. Tears streamed down her face as she murmured, "No...please...no...don't suck...my nipples are so sore...no...oh...please...ah...too hard...it hurts...don't bite...it itches...it itches...no...oh...it hurts...it hurts..."

As Qingyang alternately bit, sucked, licked, pinched, and caressed her large breasts, she involuntarily moaned, causing her female disciples nearby to blush. They had never seen their high and mighty master utter such shameful cries.

On one hand, reason made Dingjing struggle, even begging Qingyang to let her go; on the other hand, Qingyang's primal desires were aroused, causing her to involuntarily enjoy his caresses and teasing, resulting in these unfamiliar and shameful cries.

In this battle between reason and the burning desire within, reason completely lost when Qingyang shifted her focus, overwhelmed by the sudden, frenzied pleasure.

Qingyang squatted down seemingly without restraint, facing Dingjing's high, hairy mons pubis. Her hands grasped the hips where her slender waist connected to her full, round buttocks, her thumbs pressing inwards to touch her mons pubis.

She first gently massaged her mons pubis a few times with her thumbs, then moved down to the two tightly closed labia, using her thumb pads to freely massage and stimulate her desire simultaneously.

Dingjing's vagina quickly became moist under Qingyang's stimulation. Her tightly closed, plump labia, unable to withstand Qingyang's constant teasing, slowly opened slightly, revealing the pink opening and the small, swollen clitoris at its tip.

Without hesitation, Qingyang leaned forward, opened his mouth wide, and extended his tongue. He first licked the opening, which she had deliberately parted with her thumbs, causing her to tremble and cry out. Then, Qingyang's entire mouth pressed tightly against Dingjing's

vagina, sucking forcefully. His tongue probed deep into the crevice between her labia, while the two plump labia outside were sucked into his mouth and squeezed tightly. The small clitoris was gently bitten between his teeth.

The sudden intense stimulation of her sensitive area caused Dingjing to involuntarily cry out and moan loudly: "Oh...Oh my god...No...Please...Don't...Don't torture me anymore...Oh...Suck...It hurts so much...Ouch...Oh...Oh my god...Oh my god...It hurts...Don't bite...Wah...Oh...Ugh...Please...Ugh...Ugh...Ouch...Oh...Oh...God...

"

As Qingyang sucked and licked, she involuntarily continued to moan loudly, her expression a mixture of pain, pleasure, and shame. Her flushed face made it impossible to tell whether she was begging for mercy or enjoying herself, and her vaginal fluids flowed out like a faucet that had been turned on.
Feeling he had had enough, Qingyang finally stood up. In front of the assembled Daoist nuns, and before Dingjing, he revealed the hem of his light blue Confucian robe, loosened his belt, and his loose trousers immediately fell down. Instantly, everyone gasped in surprise as a massive, thick member appeared before the women. His

innate endowment, coupled with the cultivation of demonic arts, made Qingyang's member enormous and long, a full nine and a half inches long and two and a half inches thick. Its body was a slightly reddish flesh color, with a bright red glans the size of an egg. Purple veins, like coiled dragons, covered the member, resembling a coiled dragon pattern. The secret scriptures of the demonic sects called such a member the Panlong Spear, a massive object capable of providing any woman with unforgettable, stimulating pleasure.

Sighs, some loud, some soft, rose and fell among the nuns. Seeing Qingyang pull down his pants, knowing she couldn't escape his defilement, Dingjing wept bitterly, pleading, "Please, no, I beg you, not in front of my disciple, please, please..." By the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably, all her previous arrogance gone.

Unfortunately, Qingyang, resolute in his resolve, ignored Dingjing's pleas. He laid her down on the stone floor of the inner courtyard, spread her beautiful legs, and squatted between them. His thick, hard penis pressed against her tender opening, and with a relentless thrust, a soft "plop" echoed, accompanied by a scream from Dingjing. The thick penis forcefully penetrated her vagina, breaking through her hymen, which she had guarded for over thirty years. A trickle of blood mingled with the copious flow of vaginal fluid, flowing from Dingjing's vagina.

The first time, Qingyang inserted halfway into the coiled dragon spear, he pressed on with renewed force, and a scream of pain escaped Dingjing's lips again, tears streaming down her pale face. He

continued in three thrusts until it was fully inside her, finally inserting his dragon spear completely into her vagina. Dingjing was already writhing in agony, feeling as if Qingyang's dragon spear was a red-hot iron rod, forcefully piercing through her untouched vagina.

Feeling the incredible tightness and heat within Dingjing's vagina, the soft flesh gripping his dragon spear tightly, the tip of his penis sinking into a mass of soft, watery flesh, knowing his dragon spear had penetrated deep into her womb, Qingyang smiled and said, "Good Dingjing, as expected of a virgin, your vagina sucks my big cock so comfortably, oh, it even moves on its own! Very good."

Hearing Qingyang's words, the physical pain from Qingyang's dragon spear penetrating her vagina, and the emotional pain of being wantonly ravaged by a man in front of her beloved disciple, left Dingjing speechless except for tears.

However, when Qingyang was no longer satisfied with just thrusting, Dingjing entered a storm of pleasure, no longer calm.

Qingyang carefully savored the pleasure brought by his dragon spear penetrating her vagina. At first, when he slowly withdrew, Dingjing was in so much pain that she couldn't even scream, her weak body trembling incessantly.

However, after Qingyang slowly thrust in and out a hundred times, two hundred times, she began to experience a sweet aftertaste. The first thing Qingyang felt was that her vagina began to secrete lustful fluid. As the abundant lustful fluid moistened her vagina, which was filled to the brim with his dragon spear, Qingyang's thrusting became smoother and smoother. With each thrust of his dragon spear, the slippery lustful fluid gushed out of her vagina, causing each of Qingyang's thrusts to be accompanied by a squelching sound. Especially later, Qingyang began to forcefully slam his hips against her plump buttocks with each thrust, making a slapping sound. Each time, the thick dragon spear directly stimulated the clitoris in her vagina, rushing into her uterus.

Waves of intense pleasure replaced the intense pain of first penetration, causing Ding Jing to cry out uncontrollably: "Oh my god... Oh my god... Deep... My little hole... is being ripped apart by this big cock... Oh... Ouch... Oh oh... Good... Oh... Great... I didn't expect... Ouch... It feels so good... Ouch... Wow... So deep... So big... Brother... Faster... Good brother... Good husband... Inserting into my little... Oh... hole... It feels so good... Ouch... Oh... Harder... Dear husband... Insert... Insert... It's so good... Harder... Fuck me to death... Oh..."

Having adapted to Qing Yang's thick dragon spear inserted into her little hole, Ding Jing quickly felt the intense pleasure brought by Qing Yang's dragon spear, and involuntarily cried out the same wanton cries that made the disciples on the other side burn with desire.

The sounds of moans, the wet, squelching sounds of penetration, and the slapping sounds of wide thighs colliding created an extremely lewd symphony. This was accompanied by the increasingly flushed faces and heavy breathing of Hui Ding's female disciples, who were aroused by the live

sex spectacle unfolding before them. Qing Yang, who was lifting her legs onto his shoulders, his upper body slightly bent, thrusting into her while simultaneously kneading her ample breasts, was experiencing this female body for the first time, and in front of dozens of women. He was filled with immense pleasure.

Her tight, narrow vagina allowed him to thrust again and again, and her large, white, and soft breasts made him reluctant to let go. Occasionally, he would lower his head to taste the sweetness of her lips.

After Qing Yang had thrust hundreds, even thousands of times, Ding Jing finally couldn't help but scream. A violent tremor ran through her vagina, and streams of hot vaginal fluid gushed from her core.

Qingyang took a deep breath, pressing his dragon-shaped spear against the core of Huiding's flower, completely absorbing all the virgin yin essence that Dingjing had released. Then, he squeezed out a little yang essence and injected it into her womb, as a way to harmonize her yin and yang.

Although he had cultivated his demonic arts to the unprecedented and likely unparalleled thirteenth level of breaking through the limits, Qingyang, who had always maintained his virginity for the sake of cultivating demonic arts, could only sigh in despair at many of the demonic arts that required the union of yin and yang to cultivate. It was not easy to find someone like Dingjing, and what was even more rare was that she not only had profound cultivation but was also a virgin. This was of great help to Qingyang's cultivation. However, because the cultivation of certain demonic martial arts required maintaining virginity, even though Qingyang had already cultivated to the Heavenly Demon realm, he dared not be careless in his release. He could only squeeze out a little yang essence within a controllable range to harmonize the yin and yang of Dingjing, who had had her yin essence absorbed, so as not to kill her on her first time. He could not bear that.

Reluctantly leaving Dingjing's mature and alluring body, Qingyang knew his own limitations. Having cultivated his demonic arts to the limit, he couldn't be satisfied with just Dingjing. If he continued, the nine young nuns here would likely also be unable to escape his beastly ravages. In that case, the women whose virginity he had taken wouldn't be able to cultivate into Yin Demonesses, and he would suffer a huge loss. Where could he find such a group of beautiful and well-developed virgins to cultivate into Yin Demonesses?

After letting him drain her primordial yin, Dingjing fainted from ecstasy. Her clothes were disheveled as she lay there. Qingyang flicked a demonic energy finger, similar to the Qingxu Finger but with greater power, at the room seven zhang away. The finger pierced through the paper window and struck Qianqian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and had only seen half of the scene before turning away.

Qianqian collapsed to the ground with a thud, unconscious. Qingyang, satisfied, then knocked everyone unconscious and led them to the Demonic Sect's secret chamber behind the Zheng residence.

After an hour or so, he had finally carried all nine female Taoists into the chamber. He removed their clothes one by one, and Qingyang gazed with satisfaction at the beautiful bodies lying on the floor—young, beautiful, and full of vitality. This pleased him greatly; they were the perfect candidates for cultivating the Yin Demoness's true form.

With a wave of his hand, he released their pressure points, and they slowly awoke. Upon waking, they found themselves in a large, square stone chamber built of a bluish-green jade material. Realizing they were completely naked, they all screamed in unison, clutching their chests and knees, huddling together in a ball.

Qingyang smiled faintly and said, "Everyone, pay attention over here." When the women heard Qingyang's calm and low but incredibly clear voice, they all turned to look at him.

With a wave of his hand, Qing Yang caused everyone's mouths to involuntarily open after a gentle breeze. Then, with another wave of his hand, nine beams of black light shot out, one for each person, no more, no less.

The black light transformed into a bitter liquid that flowed down their throats, and everyone found their mouths could close again. The women gasped in surprise, wondering what Qing Yang had given them.

Qing Yang pointed to a small door on the right side of the stone chamber and smiled, "The bathroom is in that door; there's clean water inside."

He then opened the almost imperceptible secret door in the stone wall behind him, stepped out, and the door closed behind him.

Hearing Qing Yang's sudden, seemingly random statement and his departure, the women were puzzled. However, a sudden, intense churning in their lower abdomen quickly provided an explanation. No longer caring about being naked, the women, blushing, rushed towards the small door.

An hour later, Qingyang emerged from the secret door again, carrying a large pile of strange objects. He walked to the only table and chair in the stone chamber, placed the strange objects on the rather large stone table, sat down, and turned to look at the women.

Upon seeing them, Qingyang couldn't help but smile. The women were huddled together in a corner of the stone chamber, their backs to him. Several of them couldn't help but peek at him, but as soon as they realized he was watching them, they immediately turned their heads back in fright, no longer daring to look.

Qing Yang said in a loud voice, "Everyone, come here." The women trembled, but no one came forward. Qing Yang's voice deepened, "Come here!" The authoritative aura in his tone startled the women, who dared not disobey. They timidly approached Qing Yang. A girl, who appeared to be the oldest among them, about eighteen years old, trembled and said, "What exactly do you, you demon, want to do to us?"

Qing Yang smiled gently and said, "Nothing much. I just want to put some small things on you so you can begin cultivating the True Body of the Witch."

The women were shocked and wanted to shrink back, but they found themselves unable to move again, just like before.

Qing Yang waved his right hand, and the girl who had spoken cried out in surprise. She was pulled in front of him by Qing Yang's telekinetic power and placed on the table in front of him with her legs spread wide open.

Facing Qing Yang, the terrifying man who had just violated their respected master in front of them and was now stripping them naked, the girl felt a mixture of fear and shame overwhelm her, causing her to cry out in surprise.

Qingyang said gently, "Don't be afraid. I don't want to do anything to you. I'm just checking you out and putting some small things in. It won't hurt you."

As he spoke, Qingyang gently teased the girl's pink vulva with his left hand. The tingling, strange pleasure from Qingyang's touch on her sensitive labia caused the girl to moan softly, "Ah...don't touch...please...don't touch me there...it's so itchy...please...don't..."

Qingyang smiled slightly and picked up a box from the pile of strange things he had brought beside the table.

This box, made of some unknown material, was entirely black. When opened, it had two layers, each containing small, translucent, beautiful, crystalline beads of similar size, between one and two inches in diameter. The upper layer was light blue, and the lower layer was light red.

Qingyang murmured, "The opening is half a finger's length long; a Yin Demon Bead about two inches in diameter can be used." As he spoke, Qingyang picked out a small, translucent, pale blue bead about two inches in diameter from the top of the box, which appeared to be the largest among them. He put it in his mouth, and soon the bead slowly emitted a beautiful pale blue glow. This was because Qingyang had used his demonic power to activate the Yin Demon Bead's effect in his mouth.

Then, Qingyang moved his large mouth towards the girl's crotch. The girl gasped softly, feeling Qingyang's warm mouth touch her sensitive labia. A strange, electric-like pleasure made the girl tremble and moan.

Qingyang first slowly tasted the girl's sweet labia with his tongue, causing her to tremble and moan incessantly. Then, the girl felt Qingyang use the tip of his tongue to part her tightly closed labia, and a round object with a slightly cool sensation squeezed into her opening, completely filling her vagina.

Upon closer inspection, the girl noticed a faint blue glow emanating from the cleft between her plump labia, which had been parted by the foreign object. She knew that Qingyang must have inserted the round bead he had just put in his mouth into her vagina.

Then, Qingyang took out an even stranger object from the pair of strange things. It was a strange object formed by a large circle made of finger-width strips connected to two smaller circles. The

two smaller circles were connected to a dark, approximately four and a half inches long and two inches wide object. One end was large and round, the other thin and pointed, with a curved arc. There was a two-inch-long slit in the middle. The longer part connected to the thin, pointed end, while the round, flat end also had two shorter pieces connecting to the larger circle, which seemed to serve no purpose.

But the girl soon realized that when Qingyang aimed this strange object at her vulva, adjusting its angle and position so that the wide, round end was on the outside, close to her slightly protruding mons pubis, and the narrow end was on the inside, extending to her crotch, the curved structure perfectly enveloped the girl's entire vulva, including her two plump, pink, and rosy labia, cleverly covering the entire wondrous structure without leaving any gaps. Moreover, this thing, made of some unknown material, was hard yet elastic, and the side closest to her vulva had a peculiar suction force, tightly adhering to her crotch and covering her vulva.

Then, Qingyang untied the strip, and after some fiddling and adjusting, it became a large loop that securely fastened at the junction of her slender waist and hips, like a belt. Two smaller loops were placed around the base of her thighs. The longer end, from the thin, pointed part under her crotch, ran along her hip line around her waist and connected to the large loop around her waist. The shorter end split into two sides and came to the outside of her hips and waist, sticking to the large loop around her hips and waist in the same way as the longer end.

The whole strange structure was designed to fix the part outside her vulva in place, like a pair of underpants cut down to just a few strips of cloth, tightly worn on a young girl's hips.

The snow-white skin and the black strip created a strange and alluring scene.

Qingyang smiled and said, "This vaginal-locking belt is made from a mixture of fish glue and leopard skin, a specialty of Beihai. It has considerable elasticity and suction, so even if you wear it for a long time, it won't cause any problems. Its main purpose is to protect the Yin Demon Bead inside your vagina from falling out."

Qingyang lifted the girl off the table and let her sit on his lap. He gently caressed her not-too-large but just-right breasts, while simultaneously reaching down to her crotch and lightly touching the black sheath of the vaginal-locking belt that clung tightly to her private parts, chuckling wickedly.

The girl blushed instantly, feeling utterly ashamed. Realizing she could move again, she quickly arched her back and jumped out of Qingyang's arms, moving far away from him.

However, she couldn't avoid the strange object, the Yin Demon Bead, which suddenly appeared two inches inside her private parts. As she moved, it rolled and rubbed against her vagina. Moreover, the strange structure of the vaginal lock band pressed against her labia, causing them to close tightly. This made the Yin Demon Bead feel like it was about to burst out but couldn't, causing her to groan repeatedly. The strange feeling lingered. Furthermore, because of the vaginal lock band, the girl couldn't close her legs properly and could only stand with her legs slightly apart. The blush on her face lingered for a long time, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Yang and her junior sisters.

Seeing their second senior sister being treated like this by Qing Yang, coupled with the fact that they had just witnessed their master being violated by Qing Yang to the point of near death, the other women were doubly stimulated, causing them to moan with extreme shyness. Moreover, just by looking at what Qing Yang had prepared, they knew that each of them would soon have to spread their legs in front of Qing Yang, allowing him to admire their shameful private parts, and for him to touch and lick them with his hands and mouth. Then, he would insert a Yin Demon Bead into their private parts and put on that shameful Yin Locking Belt. This realization made the women blush to the roots of their ears.
Sure enough, one by one, Qing Yang looked at the women's private parts, tasted their private parts, and even inserted Yin Demon Beads slightly larger than their private parts into their private parts, and put on the Yin Locking Belt for them, making the women too ashamed to look at him.

Seeing the women's shy expressions, Qingyang felt a surge of joy. He casually embraced the shy and uneasy women and wildly kissed their sweet little mouths one by one.

After a while, although the women were still shy and uneasy, they had already let Qingyang see, touch, and lick their most private parts. In their young and innocent minds, they had simply accepted that they belonged to Qingyang. Therefore, although they were uneasy, they didn't hide from Qingyang as they had before.

Qingyang smiled and led the women to another wall. He gently tapped the wall, and a door immediately appeared. At Qingyang's urging, the women followed him through the door.

Inside, there was an even larger stone chamber. In the center of the chamber was a circular pool about ten feet in size, filled with an unknown blue liquid. Around the pool were rows of small, unknown fruit trees, only waist-high, laden with adorable, thumb-sized, emerald-green fruits.

Qingyang explained, “The water in this pool is called Yin Li Water. Drinking and soaking in it for a long time can transform a person, preserve youth, and enhance one’s power. The small tree next to the pool is called the Green Crystal Tree, and the fruit it bears is called the Green Crystal Fruit. It also has the same effect of transforming a person and enhancing

their power.” “These two things, along with the Qingling Jade that forms the adjacent stone chamber, are the three essential treasures for cultivating the True Body of a Demoness. The Yin Demon Crystal that I just buried in your private parts is the catalyst for the Yin Demon Divine Art. From now on, you must live in these two stone chambers for a year, soaking in Yin Li Water once a day, and consuming three Green Crystal Fruits and Yin Li Water three times a day. Then, you must cultivate the Yin Demon Divine Art in the Qingling Jade Chamber. Only after a year can you successfully establish your foundation.”

At the same time, Qingyang explained in detail what a true demones are. Each generation of the Demon Sect Master will have their own Yin and Yang Demonesses, nine in each category, who are all the Demon Sect Master’s personal guards and concubines.

Because every leader of a demonic sect learns the orthodox demonic art – Heavenly Demon Soaring to the Heavens. This art is cultivated by utilizing the conflict between Yin and Yang energies within the body. This allows for extremely rapid progress; one year of cultivation can equal ten years of cultivation for others. However, unless one possesses extraordinary talent, they cannot successfully control the Yin and Yang energies within their body to enhance their power. Instead, they will explode and die. Therefore, every leader of a demonic sect is not only exceptionally powerful but also exceptionally intelligent, making them virtually invincible.

However, this formidable demonic art requires maintaining virginity during cultivation, just like other so-called orthodox divine arts. The only difference is that once the demonic art reaches the seventh level or higher, the overwhelming power will cause the leader's extremely Yin and Yang energies to conflict and have nowhere to dissipate. At that point, no matter how high the leader's power is, they cannot withstand the internal turmoil and will explode and die.

Therefore, the ancestors of the Demonic Sect devised a unique technique within the sect—the True Demon Body—which was divided into Yin and Yang True Demon Bodies. They then selected women with deep foundations to cultivate Yin and Yang separately, creating Yang Demonesses and Yin Demonesses.

Then, through the union of Yin and Yang, the Yin and Yang Demonesses' demonic bodies with the sect leader allowed the sect leader to release his excessive Yin and Yang energy, preventing his sudden death. The Yin and Yang Demonesses, in turn, absorbed the sect leader's Yin and Yang true energy during this union, thus cultivating the so-called invulnerable and incredibly powerful True Demon Body.

Therefore, the true, authentic Demonesses of the Demonic Sect are not like the inhuman monsters created in a short time using poisonous secret methods found in the martial arts world. Instead, they require a gradual process of dual cultivation with the sect leader, albeit at a faster pace and in a more unusual way than most people imagine.

After receiving Qingyang's explanation, the women finally understood what Qingyang meant by "Yin Demoness." "Demoness" was merely a title; what they truly practiced was a set of incredibly profound divine skills. Just hearing Qingyang say that the foundation-building period required to cultivate the True Demon Body would take a year, and that was only because no demones had used this place for over a thousand years, thus preserving the essence of the Yin Water and Green Crystal Fruit for millennia, was so fast. Otherwise, even the fastest demones in history would take over five years to complete the basic foundation-building, demonstrating its extraordinary nature.

Therefore, the women willingly stayed in the secret chamber to practice the Yin Demon True Body cultivation method taught by Qingyang.

However, Qingyang was still somewhat dissatisfied because among Dingjing's female disciples, the oldest was only eighteen years old, and the youngest only fifteen. There was one fifteen-year-old, three sixteen-year-olds, four seventeen-year-olds, but only one eighteen-year-old.

It could be said that most of them were still young girls. A year later, due to their cultivation of the Yin Demon True Body, they wouldn't change appearance; they wouldn't grow up or mature. They would remain the same now as they were a year later, and this would be their lifelong state, hence the term "witches."

Finally, Qingyang remembered that when he obtained the Qingxu Treasure Mirror, he also acquired a strange book—the Record of Miraculous Medicines. Five hundred years ago, a friend of the Qingxu True Man had entrusted it to him for safekeeping.

This friend was a famous eccentric doctor from five hundred years ago. How eccentric? Because this eccentric doctor had absolutely no interest in so-called panaceas, but instead specialized in researching formulas with bizarre and strange effects. For example, there was an itching agent that made people itch all over but completely immobile; an oil-removing patch that drained excess oil from the body; a detoxifying powder that cleared toxins from the body; and a drug that made people appear dead for twenty-four hours and then revive them, etc.—all very strange and unusual.
Qingyang hadn't thought much of it at first, but now, he suddenly remembered that some of the miraculous medicines in the book were perfect for these young girls before him.

With a wicked smile, Qingyang went out and wrote several prescriptions, handing them to his eldest senior sister, instructing her to take them on time. He then took her to the medicine room within the Demonic Sect, which contained all sorts of rare herbs collected throughout the sect's history, from the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old King of Dew to the most common licorice root—everything imaginable. He pointed out the locations of each herb, telling his senior sister to retrieve them on her behalf.

Before leaving, Qingyang thought for a moment and added another prescription. He suddenly realized he found his senior sisters' shaved heads rather irritating, so he added a special medicine to stimulate hair growth.

The unsuspecting women, believing these were medicines needed to cultivate the Demoness's True Form, obediently followed Qingyang's instructions.

Finally, after settling everyone in, amidst the women's reluctance to part, Qingyang agreed to test their cultivation progress monthly before letting them practice freely in the secret mansion.

The women, bound by ancient beliefs, felt that since Qingyang had seen and touched their bodies, they were already convinced that he was their only one. Faced with this mysterious, unpredictable man of incredible skill, their lifelong devotion, none dared disobey him, and they obediently practiced there.

After settling the women, Qingyang returned to the Zheng residence at dawn. Back in the inner courtyard, he saw Dingjing lying on the ground, eyes wide open, tears streaming down her face, maintaining the position he had left in.

Ignoring her for now, Qingyang went to the front courtyard, where he encountered Uncle Zheng, who had returned early that morning with a group of people. He saw Uncle Zheng busily assigning positions to the new servants.

Qingyang smiled and said, "Uncle Zheng, why are you only coming back today?"

Upon seeing Qingyang appear, Uncle Zheng hurriedly told the others to wait. He approached Qingyang, wiped the sweat from his brow, and forced a smile, saying, "Young Master, I'm so sorry. I was supposed to bring people back yesterday, but Master Dingjing from Cinian Nunnery suddenly came to find me. She asked why the county magistrate had sent people to investigate Cinian Nunnery. After asking for your opinion, she suddenly touched me, and somehow I couldn't move at all. I only regained my mobility this morning. Before dawn, I immediately brought people back. Young Master, did Master Dingjing give you any trouble?

She looked very angry and menacing."

Not wanting Uncle Zheng to worry, Qingyang smiled faintly, "No, Uncle Zheng, don't worry. She didn't come. Even if she did, I wouldn't be afraid of her." Remembering

the incident two days ago when Qingyang shattered a stone with a single palm strike, Uncle Zheng laughed, "That's right. Look how senile I am. Young Master, you know martial arts, of course you're not afraid of her. I was so worried."

"By the way, young master, you kept this from me so well! I didn't even know you knew martial arts, even better than the masters at the martial arts school. You could break such a big rock."

Qingyang smiled. To the honest Uncle Zheng, martial arts were like the masters at the martial arts school—kicking wooden stakes and breaking large rocks with their palms. That was martial arts.

Without saying anything more, Qingyang instructed, "Uncle Zheng, don't assign any people to the inner courtyard. If you need someone to serve you, I'll come out and call them myself. Tell everyone that the inner courtyard is forbidden; no one is allowed to enter. Make sure they obey."

After saying this, Qingyang went back into the inner courtyard. Uncle Zheng, who was taken aback by Qingyang's words, didn't dare disobey and called for the others. He was getting more and more used to his young master's mysterious style. Suddenly knowing martial arts and not telling anyone, and now not letting anyone into the inner courtyard—he really couldn't understand it.

The other new servants, knowing that their master Qingyang had once dismissed all the previous servants in a fit of anger, and coupled with the high wages, none dared to disobey. They didn't even dare approach the two-person-high wall separating the inner and outer courtyards, let alone the gate connecting them, fearing Qingyang's misunderstanding—that would be a huge loss for them.

Back in the inner courtyard, Qingyang, without revealing himself, carefully observed Dingjing lying on the ground, noticing the fear etched on her face.

It turned out that shortly after Qingyang moved all of Dingjing's female disciples to the Demonic Sect's secret abode located behind the Zheng residence, Dingjing had awakened.
Because Qingyang hadn't lifted the restrictions on Dingjing's acupoints, upon waking, she could only lie on her back with her limbs spread wide on the cold ground, her eyes fixed on the sky.

When Dingjing awoke, she found herself surrounded by emptiness and silence. Her naked body, the loose robes billowing in the cool evening breeze

, still swayed gently against her limp and supple form. A slight, throbbing pain lingered in her lower body, the heat and fullness of Qingyang's forceful penetration still palpable—a strange, tingling sensation.

Everywhere Qingyang had touched, every part of her body still seemed warm; his swollen lips, aching nipples, and throbbing vulva—all made it impossible for her to deny that she had been violated by the man she hated most, the man she had once despised.

Exhausted by the loss of her virginity, she was so devastated that she almost contemplated suicide. But suicide was out of the question; she lay on the ground, unable to move even a finger. The internal energy she once possessed, which she could circulate with a mere thought, seemed to have vanished completely. She could only lie there, listlessly, letting the evening breeze caress her body

as her robes billowed. After what felt like an eternity of complete silence, the sensitive Dingjing heard voices. Though extremely faint, they were unmistakably human voices. At that moment, the only thing she could see, the eastern sky, began to lighten.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable fear gripped her. She lay almost naked, completely paralyzed, in what now seemed like a vast courtyard.

Before, the surrounding darkness had allowed her to shield herself, but now, with the sky growing brighter, all the unbearable pain hidden in the darkness would be laid bare.

Most terrifyingly, those faint voices from before were now crystal clear to her hypersensitive hearing. The voices grew louder and louder until finally, she heard the voice of the Zheng family's steward, entering the mansion amidst the clamor of a large group of people.

Ding Jing trembled uncontrollably. She was terrified, terrified that someone would enter the courtyard and see her naked, ravaged, and wretched.

As dawn broke, the sounds of people coming and going seemed to echo all around her, and her fear grew stronger and stronger. Waves of shame relentlessly assaulted her fragile mind and body, fueling her growing terror.

She was terrified, terrified that Qing Yang was doing this on purpose, deliberately exposing her body in front of strangers to humiliate her. This was entirely plausible, given that Qing Yang had raped and defiled her without hesitation in front of all nine of her female disciples. Moreover, she remembered how, half a month ago, when Qing Yang, exhausted both physically and mentally, came to her for help, begging her to help him win back the heart of her eldest disciple, Fei Fei, how she had humiliated him then, how she had trampled on his self-esteem.

Back then, relying on her martial arts, she could ruthlessly crush Qing Yang's pride and degrade his character without restraint. Now, she didn't know why he suddenly possessed such terrifying martial arts, but the fact remained that he had unknowingly subdued more than a dozen of them. The tables had turned from half a month ago. Now, the martial arts she had once thought were so strong, strong enough to allow her to establish her own sect, were utterly insignificant before Qing Yang. How would Qing Yang, with such terrifying martial arts, humiliate her now?

In fact, he had already done it again, raping her in front of his disciples, leaving her lying there alone, naked, tormented by fear, terrified that someone would break in and see her in such a wretched state. What better revenge could there be?

Overwhelmed with shame, Ding Jing grew increasingly terrified. At this moment, she desperately wished, more than ever before, that Qing Yang would appear before her. Whatever Qing Yang might do to her then, it would be better than lying there, suffering from fear and shame. At least Qing Yang was the only man who had seen her body, the only man her body had ever been with. It was far better than being seen by a stranger.

Just as she was sinking into deep fear, tears streaming down her face, a gentle voice suddenly rang out: "Why are you crying?"

Then, a gentle, smiling face appeared before her, a face she could only look up at—it was Qing Yang!
Excited, almost surprised—yes, surprised—she looked at the man who had raped her the night before with almost surprise, surprised by his appearance. Her small mouth, kissed by Qingyang the night before, opened, but no sound came out.

After a long while, she finally cried out weakly, "Please, take me away. Don't leave me lying here. Please, let me leave!"

Overwhelmed with shame, she was practically begging, completely devoid of self-respect. She only wanted this terrifying man to take her away from here. Even if he raped her again, she didn't care. At least it was better than staying here, fearing someone might break in and see her in such a wretched state.

A sudden, gentle breeze blew by, and she suddenly realized she could move again. Her head, which was gazing at the sky, could slowly turn, and she could lift her hands with some effort. But that was all; she struggled weakly, slowly, and feebly.

A suction force came, and she felt dizzy. She was standing in front of Qingyang again. Looking at Qingyang's enigmatic and unfathomable smile, Huiding didn't know what to say.

Qingyang stroked his chin and smiled, "Hmm! Want to leave? Didn't you barge in excitedly last night? Why do you want to leave after only one night? Do you think I, the host, haven't treated you well?"

The tears that had stopped flowed again, and she could only repeat, "Please... please let me leave... please... please... please... please..."

Qingyang smiled gently, "But I still like you very much, and I don't want you to leave! Besides, I just hired a lot of servants, and I want to give them a big gift!" As he spoke, Qingyang freely looked up and down at Ding Jing's mature and alluring body.

Sensing the ominous undertone in Qingyang's voice, she was once again gripped by deep fear. Twenty years ago, as one of the Ten Beauties, she had become a Taoist nun because she disliked the Lan people, but her life was quite comfortable and pleasant. Now, she even harbored ambitions to lead the disciples she had personally trained to establish her own sect. She couldn't imagine what a shameful and humiliating scene it would be if Qingyang treated her like a prostitute and handed her over to a group of strange men.

However, she had no doubt that Qingyang was lying to her. She was genuinely terrified of this man because he was so unpredictable and terrifying. She couldn't help but believe that this man, who dared to rape her in front of so many people, was capable of anything, including handing her over to strange men as a prostitute.

"Please...don't do this...please...please...don't...no...

no..." She pleaded incessantly, completely terrified by Qingyang's words. She could only beg him to stop. Qingyang smiled again and said, "Why not? You hate men, you don't dislike me touching you, you don't love me fucking you. Since that's the case, don't say that I, the lowly man who is nominally your disciple's husband, don't take care of you, the nominal wife's master. I have an obligation to honor you and help you find a man you like to fuck!"

Hearing those terrifying words spoken by Qingyang with a gentle smile, Hui felt even more terrified. She screamed uncontrollably, "No, I like it! I like you touching me, I like you fucking me! Please don't give me to other men!"

These were words she would never normally dare to hear, let alone be asked to say, but now she said them without any shame, only begging Qingyang not to give her to other men.
Qingyang's lips curled into that chillingly malicious smile again. "Hmm! Is that really so?"

Before she could nod in affirmation, she heard Qingyang point to his lower body and smile, "Then, prove it to this demon right here!"

Her face suddenly turned deathly pale. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. What was Qingyang saying?

Prove it here? How could he prove it? Could it be…? Impossible! This was in broad daylight in the inner courtyard!

Just as she hesitated in disbelief, Qingyang's smile vanished, and he said coldly, "It seems you were just lying to this demon. So…"

Seeing Qingyang turn his head towards the outside of the courtyard, about to shout, she screamed in panic, "Wait! I'll prove it! I'll prove I really like you fucking me!"

She had completely gone all out. She no longer dared to imagine how this demon would humiliate her; now, she only hoped she wouldn't die of shame.

Trembling, dragging her feet with a weight that felt like a thousand pounds, she walked slowly towards Qingyang as if about to fall into the arms of a demon

. In fact, that was indeed the case, for Qingyang had always called himself a demon. Reaching Qingyang, she dared not look at the smile on his face. Head bowed, she slowly squatted down, her hands trembling, and with trepidation, she slowly lifted the hem of Qingyang's scholar's robe to untie his belt. Her trembling hands took her a long time to untie the not-so-complex knot.

The loose trousers, no longer bound by the belt, immediately slid down Qingyang's powerful waist, revealing that familiar yet strangely large member once more before her. Only, unlike last night, Qingyang's dragon spear was now limp and drooping, unlike its thick and firm appearance the night before.

Qingyang touched Huiding's pale lips and smiled, "Good Dingjing, help me suck it!"

Without hesitation, she opened her mouth wide and moved it towards Qingyang's crotch, trying her best to take his dragon-like penis into her mouth, sucking with all her might, her small mouth and tongue clumsy as she diligently sucked. Slowly, Qingyang's dragon

-like penis finally responded to her efforts. Dingjing let out a soft moan, inch by inch releasing the large penis that had grown so large that her small mouth could no longer contain it.

In the end, her small mouth could only accommodate the fully swollen, thick, red glans of Qingyang's dragon-like penis; the rest could only be stroked with her small hands.

Meanwhile, Ding Jing, licking Qing Yang's dragon-shaped spear, felt ashamed, yet she couldn't help but recall the heavenly pleasure she had experienced the previous night. This made her realize that licking Qing Yang's spear wasn't as painful as she had imagined; it even brought her a unique and unprecedented pleasure. This gradually transformed what she had initially considered a humiliating act into a strange enjoyment, and she licked with increasing fervor.

Seeing the unconscious satisfied smile on her face as she licked his spear, Qing Yang smiled contentedly, knowing that his dragon-shaped spear, so alluring to women, had completely captured her body, making it impossible for her to resist its temptation.

Squinting, he watched her diligently lick his penis. Her lips, now incredibly red and moist, and her alluring, smooth tongue meticulously licked every inch of the glans and shaft of his dragon-like spear. The pleasurable sensation made Qingyang involuntarily let out soft moans, and his blissful moans only made her lick even more vigorously, completely forgetting that they were in broad daylight in the inner courtyard.

After a while, Qingyang said comfortably, "Dingjing, that's enough, stand up."

Hearing Qingyang's words, she reluctantly sucked on the dragon-like spear that she increasingly couldn't bear to let go of, her face flushed with embarrassment, and slowly stood up.

Qingyang chuckled wickedly, patting his right hip. "Put your foot up here!"

Her face flushed, and she slowly raised her left leg to Qingyang's right hip, allowing him to hook it around her thigh. This intimate position allowed Qingyang's erect penis to gently press against her lower abdomen.

"Put it into your little hole yourself," Qingyang commanded with a wicked grin.

Almost moaning, Dingjing's face flushed with shame, her beautiful face burning as if on fire. Her trembling body gripped Qingyang's enormous penis, licked by her lips, and she tentatively aimed it at her now wet and leaking vagina. Her slender waist slowly moved closer to Qingyang's body.

The familiar, throbbing, and intensely expanding sensation spread throughout Ding Jing's body as she moved, the Panlong Spear inch by inch penetrating her vagina. An indescribable sense of satisfaction made her involuntarily let out a satisfied sigh. She quickened her movements until her groin pressed against Qing Yang's front hip, the Panlong Spear fully inserted into her vagina.

The thick, hot presence, the feeling of forcefully penetrating deep inside, and a slight stinging sensation, all combined with an incredibly tingling, numb, and itchy feeling surging from the depths of her vagina, caused her beautiful and mature body to tremble involuntarily with satisfaction and desire, her gorgeous face blushing even more.
Seeing Ding Jing's obedient and shy appearance, Qing Yang felt a surge of pleasure and couldn't help but thrust forward forcefully, allowing his Panlong Spear, already inserted into her warm and comfortable vagina, to penetrate even deeper.

This thrust caused Ding Jing to groan involuntarily. Supported only by one weak, limp leg, she nearly collapsed to the ground, instinctively grabbing Qing Yang's neck with both hands, too afraid to move.

Qing Yang chuckled, his left hand sweeping down, hooking her right leg against his left waist amidst Hui Ding's gasp. Ding Jing was now completely off the ground, hanging on Qing Yang's body.

The downward pressure of her weight made Ding Jing feel Qing Yang's dragon spear penetrate even deeper, the thick shaft reaching directly into her womb. Qing Yang's forward thrusting intensified the intense pleasure she felt.

Qingyang let her lean against him, his hands cupping Huiding's round buttocks, slapping them repeatedly as he said, "Hey, good Dingjing, your little hole is really tight, it feels so good sucking my dragon spear, yes, harder, make me feel even better, great."

With one hand cupping Dingjing's buttocks and the other roaming over her mature and alluring body, Qingyang said with a hint of malice, "From now on, Dingjing, you will be called Jingnu, my female slave Jingnu, understand?"

Completely possessed and conquered by Qingyang, Dingjing could only nod haphazardly, then desperately thrust against him, feeling the intense pleasure brought by his enormous dragon spear inside her.

Qingyang held Dingjing, feeling the pleasure of his dragon spear moving in and out of her, as he walked towards Feifei's room, accompanied by Dingjing's passionate cries.

Finally, they entered the room. There, Feifei was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday—a semi-transparent pink gauze robe—lying quietly asleep on the bed.

Qingyang carried Dingjing to the bedside, sat on the edge of the bed next to Feifei, and, supporting Dingjing's round buttocks with both hands, thrust upwards forcefully. This thrust from Qingyang made Dingjing cry out even more intensely: "Ouch...no...no...can't...take...oh...so deep...oh my god...it's so sore...harder...oh...oh oh...so good...so beautiful...harder...ouch...it's inside...my uterus...ouch...so beautiful...so amazing...good brother...my little hole is so sore...ah...so thick...so hot...so beautiful...faster...faster..." "...Dead...dead...I've...leaked..."

Feeling another intense vibration coming from Dingjing's vagina, Qingyang took a deep breath. A powerful suction force emanated from his dragon-shaped spear, once again sucking up all the yin essence she had released. The intense pleasure of Qingyang absorbing her yin essence caused her to scream again, reaching a second orgasm. Of course, Qingyang didn't waste a single drop of her released yin essence; he absorbed it all.

After the orgasm, Dingjing was completely limp on Qingyang's body, utterly powerless to get up.

Qingyang smiled and reached out to pull on Dingjing's body. The clothes he had almost torn to shreds the night before were now like paper in his hands. With a casual pull, she was completely naked.

Feeling a chill run through her body, Ding Jing, slowly waking from her climax, finally regained her senses. She found herself in a room, her beloved disciple Fei Fei lying unconscious on the bed.

The man, still deeply inside her, sat beside Fei Fei, holding her naked body. Suddenly, a wave of fear washed over Ding Jing. Could he be planning to…? Before
she could think further, Qing Yang suddenly reached out and touched Fei Fei's body. Ding Jing immediately saw Fei Fei's clothes vanish in a cloud of dust, leaving her naked as well. At the same time, Fei Fei slowly awoke.

Upon waking, Fei Fei immediately felt a warm body beside her, and through her hazy vision, she saw a snow-white body. Her

eyes focused, and upon seeing the scene before her, Fei Fei gasped in shock.

What was happening? Why was her most respected master standing naked before her, and why did her face bear such an expression of utter despair?

At the same time, a smile that filled her with deep terror came into view. Fei Fei finally saw the scene before her clearly. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

Before her sat her nominal husband, the man who had filled her with immense fear these past two days, and her master was naked, being held in that man's arms. Looking down, her angle allowed her to easily see that her master and the man's private parts were in a state of intimate union. Having experienced such things, how could she not know what was happening?

Then, realizing that she was also naked, Fei Fei felt her vision go black, and she fainted again. Before losing consciousness, she saw, with a soft moan from her master, something enormous slowly being withdrawn from his private parts.

After an unknown amount of time, Feifei felt someone patting her cheek, and a familiar voice called her. She slowly woke up, and the first thing she saw was her master's slightly pale face.

Feifei was startled and sat up, looking around. Besides her master, there was no one else in the room. He wasn't there. Realizing this, Feifei breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, she noticed that she and her master were still naked, just as they had been before she fainted. Feifei also noticed that, somehow, there was a bright red five-pointed plum blossom mark on her master's left breast, and a similar mark on her own chest.

Although she had countless questions, she needed to address one thing first. Feifei struggled to get out of bed, saying, "Master, let me get you some clothes to wear."

However, Dingjing gave a smile that was more like a grimace, saying, "No need, I can't get dressed right now," and stopped her.

Feifei was taken aback upon hearing this. Seeing Dingjing suddenly point to the bright red plum blossom mark on her chest, she smiled bitterly and said, "This is a mark he placed on us using some unknown method. Without his permission, we can't do anything!"

"Can't do anything?"

Feifei exclaimed in surprise, looking at the mark on her chest.

Dingjing smiled bitterly, "That's right. I just tried it. He calls this the 'Heart-Locking Plum Blossom Mark.' With this on our bodies, we can't do anything against his will."

"Heart-Locking Plum Blossom Mark!" Feifei murmured, repeating it.

Ding Jing smiled bitterly, "I've already tried it. Whether I want to leave this room, put on my clothes, or even commit suicide, as soon as I have that thought, I feel a strange discomfort all over my body. It's like there's something inside me preventing me from doing what I want to do. If the thought gets stronger, my whole body aches unbearably until the thought disappears."

Hearing Ding Jing's words, Fei Fei's face changed drastically. She had experienced the same feeling Ding Jing described the moment she thought about putting on her clothes. Was this really all they could do?

Ding Jing murmured, "He said this is our punishment."

Fei Fei's face paled; she didn't know what to say.

The master and disciple briefly recounted their experiences. After they finished, they could only hug each other and weep, but there was no way to resolve it. What could they do when their hearts were filled with regret?

Watching the man calmly open the door and walk out, Fei Fei watched indifferently as his figure completely disappeared behind the door. After the door closed again, Fei Fei turned back to look at her master, who was lying beside her, panting heavily.

Her master now seemed twenty years younger. No one would have guessed that this girl, lying on the bed, radiating the afterglow of a climax and exuding unimaginable allure, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, was the same ice-cold beauty who was once one of the top ten beauties twenty years ago, now thirty-seven years old.

For the past six months, that man had come every night, raping her master right before her eyes, making her watch as her master grew increasingly wanton and younger under his caresses and possession.

She didn't know what he was thinking. During the day, sometimes he would come too, teaching them the Pure Void Treasure Scripture, which he claimed had been modified so that even those who weren't virgins could practice it. Countless drugs to enhance their cultivation were forced into her and her master's bodies under his coercion. Simultaneously, with the encouragement of the Heart-Locking Plum Seal and her own desire to escape, the profound Pure Void Treasure Scripture had been mastered by her and her master in just one year.

According to Fei Fei's own estimation, her current skill level is more than ten times that of six months ago. Such progress would have been unimaginable a year ago.

But what use is high skill level? They can never leave this man, and they will never be his match.

In the past year, she and her master have attacked him countless times, whether openly or secretly, but they have never succeeded.

Like tonight, she and her master conspired again to launch a sneak attack while he was possessing her, with her master cooperating. This was after a month of her master suppressing her shyness and trying her best to seduce him. Through careful observation, they discovered that every time her master climaxed, he would have a very short, momentary tremor of disorientation. So they decided to take this opportunity to ambush him. But it was all in vain. She used all her strength of the Pure Void Qi to hit his chest, but the force was like a mud ox entering water, completely leaving no trace.

This time, the price was the same as before: his master was once again exhausted, and even more frenzied than before.

Whether it was the influence of the heart-locking plum blossom mark on her chest or the result of spending so much time together, Fei Fei found herself increasingly able to control his heart.

In the past six months, although he possessed his master daily, aside from occasionally groping her, he never touched a single hair on her head. He knew this was his punishment, meant to make her watch her master grow increasingly wanton under his caresses, to arouse her desire without taking any action, leaving her to endure the burning sensation.

And the reason he became even more violent after each failed attempt to assassinate him was also to punish them. She didn't know why she felt this way, but Fei Fei felt that his punishment wasn't for their attempts to assassinate him, but for their failure. "

God!" Fei Fei couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "What is he thinking?"

At the same time, Fei Fei realized something even more horrifying: when she was watching his back just now, she didn't feel any fear, dread, or any of the emotions she had felt a year ago. Instead, she felt a bit...resentful...

and she didn't even know how long it had been since she had thought of the person she had once loved so deeply.

A wave of fear made Fei Fei's body, which had become accustomed to being naked for the past year, break out in a cold sweat.

It wasn't until Ding Jing came back to his senses and let out a soft groan that Fei Fei snapped out of it. She hurriedly picked up a damp towel and began cleaning her master, who was already completely exhausted.

When she cleaned between Ding Jing's wide-open legs, at his swollen and red private parts, which were ravaged by him for most of the night, Fei Fei blushed and couldn't help but think of him.

Where did he go every night after he was satisfied with his master? Did he go to another woman?

Unaware that she was now emanating a strong sour smell, Feifei felt a pang of jealousy towards her master, who received her affections daily.

Meanwhile, Qingyang, sitting cross-legged on his bed, gently exhaled. Feifei's palm strike had come at the perfect moment. Having already cultivated an indestructible Heavenly Demon Body, he was at the very moment absorbing Huiding's primordial yin energy, cultivating a powerful demonic art—the final stage of its completion, a period of extreme vulnerability.

Had he not just finished his cultivation, and Feifei hadn't unconsciously reduced her power and slowed her reaction, allowing his Heavenly Demon Art to react in time, he would likely be severely injured. Even so, his internal organs suffered a powerful shock, forcing him to resort to a sitting meditation technique he hadn't used since the age of twelve to heal himself.

Qingyang chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Looks like my education was quite successful!"

But his sarcastic smile vanished as his gaze fell on a letter on the table. This letter, sent today, was addressed to Feifei, from his mother-in-law. It said that his father-in-law had passed away the night before last due to a sudden worsening of his condition. Meanwhile, the young master Yu, after a year and a half of secluded cultivation, had broken through his cultivation two weeks ago. His dear mother-in-law urged Feifei to hurry up, as the young master Yu desperately needed a large amount of funds to help him ascend to the throne of the alliance leader.

Qingyang muttered to himself, "So my father-in-law has passed away? Does that mean I can start taking action now?"
Although the Demonic Sect emphasizes ruthlessness and heartlessness to achieve great things, Qingyang's current cultivation level has already surpassed the sect's final limit. Among the thirty-seven generations of sect leaders in the sect's thousands of years of history, he possesses the highest level of cultivation. Beneath his enigmatic exterior lies his truest emotions.

His impulsive actions, including allowing his mother-in-law to take nearly a fifth of his nominal assets through Feifei's name, were all for the sake of the unsuspecting, pitiful patient. He hoped his mother-in-law would stop while she was ahead, but it seems his hopes are dashed. So, he doesn't need to be polite anymore, does he?

Walking to the table, he pondered for a moment, then picked up a brush and wrote out beautiful small characters. For Qingyang, imitating Feifei's handwriting was no difficult task, given the ever-changing nature of the Demonic Sect's techniques. Even Qianqian, seeing it with her own eyes, couldn't discern any difference. For a year, he had used this method to appease his anxious mother-in-law.

He summoned a servant and handed him this "handwritten letter" he had written for Feifei, instructing him to deliver it to his mother-in-law in the

provincial capital the next day. After watching the servant leave with understanding, Qingyang pondered for a moment. Suddenly, his figure mysteriously vanished from his room. A moment later, he appeared outside the Demonic Sect's secret altar on the back mountain of the Ji residence.

He gently tapped the massive boulder outside the altar's door a few times, and the enormous stone silently opened, only closing again after Qingyang entered.

Upon entering the secret altar, Qing Yang quickly stripped off all his clothes and walked naked into the training chamber of the Yin Demoness.

Inside, the first thing Qing Yang saw was nine naked figures thrashing about, practicing a strange formation.

Noticing his arrival, they all stopped and excitedly gathered around him.

Qing Yang smiled faintly, then sat down on the only chair in the chamber. He carefully observed the people around him; they were a group of beautiful, naked young women who had grown into stunning beauties after a year of training with spiritual herbs and secret techniques.

Qingyang looked at them with satisfaction. They had all grown into women with long, beautiful, black hair reaching their waists, no longer the bald women they were a year ago. Their skin was as white as snow, smooth and rounded. Even the youngest, a girl who was only fifteen, had grown into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old, with a curvaceous figure, showing that each of them was ripe and ready for Qingyang to pluck and enjoy. Qingyang casually

put his arms around two of them and gently caressed their proud breasts, teasing them into soft moans. Their snow-white skin glowed with a pinkish, passionate light.

Throughout the year, Qing Yang would visit whenever he had free time to inspect the progress of these Yin Demonesses. As their Yin Body True Demonic Body cultivation deepened and Qing Yang's visits became more frequent, the Yin Demonesses, all in the Foundation Establishment stage, developed an increasingly strong admiration and infatuation for Qing Yang, the leader of the Demonic Sect. As Yin Demonesses, they were irrevocably attracted to and in love with him.

While Qing Yang was fondling the breasts of two girls, he heard one of them ask, "Master, are you here to inspect us today?"

Based on the demonic arts' principle of absolute supremacy and the winner-takes-all, the girls, besides being attracted to and in love with Qing Yang, were completely subjugated by his charm. Since half a year ago, they had all been calling Qing Yang "Master. "

The one who spoke was their second senior sister, now referred to by Qing Yang as Mei, the leader of the Yin Demonesses, a girl with the Dharma name Ci'an.

Qing Yang nodded and said, "Mei, you start. I need to examine your progress in developing your Yin Demon True Forms."

Mei smiled and stood gracefully in the small open space that the others had specially cleared for her. Only the Yin Locking Belt under her crotch slightly covered her private parts; the rest was completely exposed. Her beautiful and youthful body suddenly shone with a bluish-white light.

The bluish light flashed and then returned to normal skin color, then flashed again, repeating the same thing nine times in a row. Each time the bluish light flashed, it faded a little. By the ninth time, only a barely perceptible faint bluish light remained on Number One's body before returning to normal.

Qing Yang seemed quite satisfied. Then, the second girl, Lan, repeated the same thing, one after another, until all nine of them had practiced.
Qing Yang seemed even happier at this moment. After kissing Mei and Lan, who were nestled in his arms like two obedient kittens, he exclaimed, "This is wonderful! I didn't expect you to progress so quickly. You've reached the Ninth Transformation of Demonic Body in just one year. Now, once you break through the last barrier, you can become true Yin Demonesses."

Qing Yang laughed heartily. Mei, nestled in his arms, asked sweetly, "Master, after becoming Yin Demonesses, can we...?"

Before she could finish, Mei blushed deeply and couldn't continue.

Qing Yang, feeling exhilarated, suddenly reached out and inserted his hand between Mei's thighs. The seemingly soft yet firm vaginal binding, under Qing Yang's demonic power, became incredibly elastic. The thin slit immediately widened to accommodate Qing Yang's fingers, allowing him to directly touch Mei's soft labia and tease the Yin Demon Bead buried deep within her.

Under Qingyang's wicked hands, Mei was incredibly shy, yet she couldn't help but spread her legs, letting Qingyang do as he pleased. At the same time, she heard Qingyang chuckle wickedly, "What's wrong? Can't your little hole hold back?"

Hearing Qingyang's words, Mei first let out a low moan, then couldn't help but complain coquettishly, "It's all because of you, Master, that every time you come, we can't control ourselves. We hate that we haven't completed our Foundation Establishment cultivation yet!"

Qingyang smiled and said, "Then I'll come less often in the future, so you won't be sad."

Suddenly, another voice, softer than Mei's, chimed in, "But when you don't come, Master, we sisters are tormented and uneasy because we miss you. We're really torn." The one speaking was Lan, who was currently being held in Qingyang's arms like Mei.

Another woman chimed in, “When you don’t come, we sisters suffer from longing. When you come, we all hope to receive your affection, but after you leave, we feel even more empty. At least when you come, it eases our longing. So please, Master, don’t say you’re not coming.”

The speaker was Zhu, standing behind Qingyang, gently massaging her shoulders with her ten slender, jade-like fingers. Upon hearing Qingyang’s words, she became anxious and pleaded with a tearful voice. Qingyang

withdrew his hand from outside her vagina and gently patted Zhu’s round buttocks. He heard the other women, equally anxious and pleading like Zhu, echoing his earlier words.

Qing Yang said, moved, "Don't worry. Besides checking your progress, I've come today to teach you the final section of the incantation. Once you've mastered it, you can stay by my side forever. You won't be able to leave even if you want to."

Hearing this, the women exclaimed excitedly, "Master, you're not lying to us?"

Unable to contain their excitement, the nine girls rushed to Qing Yang's side, showering him with kisses. Qing Yang had to kiss each of them passionately to calm them down. After

they had completely calmed down, Qing Yang slowly recited the final section of the incantation. The women listened intently to his explanation and the incantation, nodding in understanding.

Finally, Qing Yang placed his Yin-Yang True Qi into each woman's middle dantian, using his own True Qi to help them break through the final barrier in the shortest possible time.

After everyone had followed Qingyang's instructions and entered the Yin-Yang Water for a hundred days of arduous cultivation, Qingyang left satisfied only after confirming they were all alright.

What Qingyang didn't mention was that a thousand years ago, successive Yin-Yang Demonesses only needed to reach the third transformation of their Demon Body to complete their Foundation Establishment. The other six transformations could only be completed through Yin-Yang dual cultivation with a member of the Demonic Sect. The Yin Demoness's true form reached its highest achievement at the ninth transformation.

However, Qingyang himself knew that having surpassed the limits set by the Demonic Sect throughout history, his Yin-Yang True Qi had reached a level that was beyond the tolerance of ordinary people; once unleashed, it would be extremely dangerous.
If his partner were an ordinary woman, Qingyang wouldn't mind releasing his Yin-Yang True Qi during intercourse. However, if his partner was a Yin-Yang Demoness who specifically absorbed his Yin-Yang True Qi, then no matter how strong Qingyang's self-control was, it would be useless. The instinct of his demonic arts would cause him to release all his Yin-Yang

True Qi at once, something no ordinary Yin-Yang Demoness could withstand. Therefore, Qingyang didn't hesitate to sacrifice his own True Qi, indirectly transferring his Yin-Yang True Qi to these nine Yin Demoness to help them reach their highest level sooner. At the same time, it would also slightly reduce his ever-growing power, preventing the arrival of the Demonic Tribulation.

However, in doing so, these Yin Demoness would completely submit to Qingyang, both physically and mentally, but Qingyang wouldn't sense anything amiss.

Moreover, the incantation for transcending the Nine Transformations of the Demon Body was not actually recorded in the demons' ancestral scriptures. It was a further cultivation technique that Qing Yang created himself based on the techniques of the True Demon Body. Qing Yang did not know what the demonesses would be like after completing it. However, Qing Yang estimated that the Yin Demonesses who had only completed the Nine Transformations of the Demon Body were already comparable to some top-level masters. However, among the demonesses of all generations, only the third generation of demonesses had cultivated to the level of the Nine Transformations of the Demon Body. Usually, they only reached the sixth or seventh transformation. Moreover, they were about to surpass the highest stage of the Nine Transformations.

Qingyang was already somewhat looking forward to what would happen when this group of incredibly skilled and beautiful enchanting women appeared in the martial world. Perhaps it would cause a cataclysmic upheaval!

It was already late at night when he returned to the Ji residence. Qingyang went back to his room, thought for a moment, and then summoned the steward. After giving the steward some instructions, the steward, filled with doubt, left the Zheng residence to carry out Qingyang's instructions that very night.

Early the next morning, in the main room of the Zheng residence, Feifei and Dingjing, who had been sleeping in each other's arms, finally woke up at the first light of dawn. However, Dingjing still couldn't hide the languid expression from Qingyang's frenzied possession the night before.

But when they woke up, they were stunned by what was on the table before them.

Actually, it wasn't anything frightening; it was just two sets of women's clothing, complete with clothes, shoes, and socks. But to Dingjing and Feifei, it shocked them more than anything else.

Having grown accustomed to this life over the past year, and believing it would continue forever, Dingjing and Feifei knew, upon seeing the clothes they hadn't seen in a year, that this kind of life was about to end, no matter what happened next.

However, the master and apprentice exchanged a glance, seeing in each other's eyes the same unspoken understanding they had: a sense of loss, a bittersweet feeling of both resentment and indescribable nostalgia for the past year. They awkwardly adjusted their clothes. Having spent

over a year in such a state, wearing the clothes they had longed for most this year now felt strangely uncomfortable, with an urge to take them off.

They exchanged another glance, realizing Qingyang forbade them from removing the clothes he had specially prepared for them, and that he was waiting for them outside.

Completely unaware of how strange it was that they could sense Qing Yang's thoughts, Ding Jing and Fei Fei exchanged glances, sensing each other's changes.

Ding Jing, who was originally thirty-seven, had drastically transformed into a girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen. Now, dressed in white robes, they were involuntarily captivated by each other's ethereal, otherworldly beauty, like celestial maidens.

Unable to comprehend Qing Yang's thoughts, they only knew that after a year of day and night cultivating the Qingxu Treasure Mirror and learning what Qing Yang had instructed them to learn, they were now almost completely different from what they were a year ago.

What exactly did Qing Yang want to do by transforming or training them like this? This was the shared thought of the master and disciples.

Just as Ding Jing and Fei Fei were observing each other, simultaneously admiring each other's beauty, they suddenly felt a tremor in their hearts. They looked at each other; he was waiting for them to leave.

With trembling hands, they pushed open the door—the thin door that felt heavier than a thousand pounds, a door they had tried countless times to open for a year but could never open. Stepping out, the first blue sky and white clouds they had seen in a year sent a shiver down their spines. And there he was, sitting alone in the open-air pavilion beneath the blue sky and white clouds, drinking by himself.

Looking at his imposing figure, Dingjing and Feifei were inexplicably captivated, staring blankly at his back for a long time. It wasn't
until the cry of a bird flying overhead that they were brought back to their senses. At that moment, strangely, they felt no hatred towards him.

Seeing the inexplicable longing in each other's eyes and the slight blush on their faces, Dingjing and Feifei knew they couldn't escape his grasp. Even if he set them free now, their bodies free, their hearts were no longer free.

They quietly approached Qingyang's sides, where there were chairs on either side. However, Dingjing and Feifei didn't sit on the chairs; instead, they each chose to sit intimately on either side of Qingyang's lap, allowing him to wrap his arms around their slender waists. Through their thin clothes, they could feel Qingyang's large, burning hands groping their lower abdomens.

Without asking why, Dingjing and Feifei simply sat with Qingyang, pouring wine and gracefully serving him, as if this was a natural and familiar act.

If an outsider were present, they would surely be astonished by the scene!

Two beautiful fairies, seemingly descended from heaven, sat intimately on the same man's lap, serving him with tenderness and affection. No one would think anything of it; all that remained was an indescribable tenderness and beauty that was irresistible.

Soon, the wine was gone. Dingjing picked up a wet wipe and gently wiped the wine from Qingyang's lips. Feifei took Qingyang's hand and quietly placed it on her chest, guiding his hand to caress her ample bosom.

At the same time, Feifei couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? This isn't like you. Didn't you always claim to be a demon? Why do you feel sorrow?"

Although Qingyang's face still wore the familiar faint smile, appearing completely unchanged, they could sense the immense sorrow within him—an indescribable, profound sorrow, a silent, unspoken sorrow.

Qingyang looked deeply at Feifei, his smile vanishing for the first time in her presence. Yet, his usually calm eyes were filled with an unspeakable emotion, causing Qianqian to involuntarily feel a tremor in her heart, a tight contraction, a pang of heartache that flowed from Feifei's eyes to Qingyang's.

Time seemed to freeze in their mutual gaze. Suddenly, Qingyang's gaze returned to calm, and he abruptly looked away, asking Xukong, "Why must life, after enduring endless torment, still face death?"

Dingjing and Feifei stared intently at Qingyang's profile, their focus almost suggesting they had no other purpose in life than listening to him.

They remained silent, knowing that Qingyang needed not answers, but listening.

"Our Demonic Sect, since its founding four thousand years ago by the first sect leader, Tianmo, has explored the principles of Heaven, studied the Way of Heaven, and inquired about the secrets of Heaven through our utmost sincerity and emotion. What we seek is nothing more than to understand why humans are born into Heaven and Earth, nurtured by Heaven and Earth, grow up in Heaven and Earth, yet suffer under Heaven and Earth, and ultimately die under Heaven and Earth."

"But, humans are, after all, just humans. Who can truly fathom the mysteries of Heaven and Earth?"

"Even I, possessing the highest achievement in the history of the Demonic Sect, cannot see Heaven and Earth, cannot understand life, cannot comprehend life and death."

"Death is a liberation, a transcendence for the orthodox sects, but our Demonic Sect believes death is an end, the origin of a beginning; if death is so mysterious, then what is life? Since we know we will end in death, why live? Isn't life merely a prelude to death? Just as a beginning is a prelude to an end?"

Dingjing and Feifei were silent, for they too were asking themselves: what do life and death represent? All things have birth and death, but what lies between them? Human life? Too narrow; the Way of Heaven? It's all too abstract; then what exactly is life and death?

"Someone once said that life is for the sake of death, and death is for the sake of life. The middle part is just a process, a process that exists solely for the sake of life and death!"

Qingyang suddenly said this after a moment of silence. Dingjing and Feifei couldn't help but exclaim, "Yes! It's that simple. Life is for the sake of death, and death is for the sake of life. The middle part is just a process, a process that exists solely for the sake of life and death!"

“But as a human being, we cannot control life, nor can we predict death. All we have is this process, this process between life and death, which we call life. It is a brief process that a person can control, but who can truly control the only thing they can control?”

“My father-in-law is dead!” Qingyang suddenly said to Feifei.

“He died from his serious illness!” Qingyang added, which left Feifei speechless.

“My father-in-law didn’t have anything particularly outstanding about him, but I think he was a truly great man who had taken control of his own life.”

“He wasn’t depressed because of your disdain. I visited him privately a while ago. Even though he was lying in a hospital bed, he was very happy because he felt his life hadn’t been wasted, hadn’t been lived in vain. So what if he was unknown? He had already lived the life he wanted, so he had no regrets.”

Qingyang suddenly added meaningfully, “Those words were what my father-in-law said to me when I asked him if he had any regrets. It’s unbelievable, isn’t it? An unknown, seriously ill old man was actually a wise man who had seen through life and death. But as he himself said, he has now completed his journey,

it’s over. But the emotions he left behind make it hard for those of us who are left behind to accept this fact.” As he said this, Qingyang noticed that Feifei’s face was already filled with silent tears. Perhaps it was when Qingyang said that his father had died!

Letting the tears stream down her face, Feifei said blankly, "How strange! When I was little, I hated him. I thought it was because of him that my mother could no longer travel the martial world, wasting the reputation she had worked so hard to build. Even after he became seriously ill, I never worried about him once, and continued to live what I thought was a free and unrestrained life in the martial world."

"Someone like me shouldn't be sad about my father's passing, but why can't I stop crying? Why do I feel so painful and regretful? Why am I thinking about all the things my father did when I was little that made me feel ashamed? Why am I thinking about that time when my father came to watch me practice martial arts, and I was ridiculed by my junior sisters?"

Seeing Feifei like this, Dingjing suddenly hugged Feifei and then shed tears, saying, "Silly child, it's because your father cared about you!"

"Master! My father is dead, he's gone...!" Feifei suddenly hugged Dingjing back and burst into tears.

Qingyang let the master and disciple sit on his lap, burying their faces in their hands and weeping bitterly, saying nothing more.

After a while, Feifei, who had been sobbing in Dingjing's arms, suddenly raised her head and asked Qingyang with her tear-filled eyes, "My father is dead, are you... sad?"
Qingyang was taken aback at first, then nodded firmly, and said, "I am saddened by my father-in-law's death."

Feifei looked deeply at Qingyang, then suddenly stood up, and with a wave of her arms, the clothes she had just put on suddenly turned into fragments under Feifei's own internal energy, and a beautiful body immediately appeared before Qingyang and Dingjing.

Wiping away her tears, Feifei, her voice thick with emotion, looked resolutely at Qingyang and suddenly said, "I'm so sorry to you, so you should hate me."

"Now, I beg you, I'm standing right in front of you, please... please treat me with the cruelest methods, I beg you..."

Dingjing gasped. Qingyang looked at Feifei thoughtfully, saying nothing. Suddenly, Qingyang forcefully pulled Feifei into his arms and, as she had said, roughly kissed her small mouth.

His hands kneaded Feifei's body incessantly. Dingjing could tell from the pain on Feifei's face and the red marks that immediately appeared where Qingyang's hands touched that he was not joking. Just

as Qingyang was passionately invading Feifei's mouth, he suddenly felt the person on top of him shudder, and another naked body pressed against him.

Kissing Feifei, his eyes half-closed, he saw that Dingjing's clothes had also been torn.

Dingjing pulled Qingyang's hand to her chest, squeezing her right breast tightly, and gasped in pain, "I am Feifei's master, so I have a responsibility. Although I know I am no longer qualified to be Feifei's master, please let me share some of Feifei's burden. Please don't hurt Feifei too much."

Qingyang pulled away from Feifei's mouth and simultaneously grasped one of Feifei's and Dingjing's breasts, the strong force causing Dingjing and Feifei to cry out in pain.

Qingyang said calmly, "Since that's the case, from today onwards, Dingjing, you are no longer Feifei's master, and Feifei is no longer your disciple. You are sisters, you belong to me. Dingjing, you are Jingnu, and Feifei, you are my Feinu. From today onwards, you are my beloved slaves, and I am your master. Do you understand?"

As Qingyang's grip tightened, Dingjing and Feifei cried out in pain, "We understand, my master!"

From today onwards, they would be called Jingnu and Feinu; this was their atonement.

A faint smile flashed across Qingyang's face. Perhaps, all this time, this is what he has wanted!

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