[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) - 16-18

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Chapter Two: The Shadow Princess
"Shiori..."

He leaned closer, gently calling her name in the girl's ear.

"Hmm..."

Shiori groggily sat up, startling Fujito—her clothes, disheveled from the previous night's flirtatious behavior by Hagetsuki, were still disheveled; her blouse was open, her red bodice pulled askew, one of her full, white breasts seemingly about to spill out...

"Wow! Shiori, you!"

Fujito exclaimed, speechless. "Ah?"

Shiori finally noticed her appearance. "Don't look!"

She practically went berserk, throwing things at Fujito relentlessly—pen holders, inkstones, teacups... everything was sacrificed in her hands, she almost threw out tables and chairs too.

"Calm down!"

Fujito covered his head, risking "danger," grabbing Shiori's hand and shouting, "It's me! Don't do this!"

His shout finally stopped Shiori: "Oh, it's you... I'm sorry, I thought it was..."

Seeing who it was, she apologized somewhat sheepishly.

“Never mind that,”

Zifang quickly moved the ox aside and said, “Shiori! Can you straighten your clothes first?”

“Huh?”

Shiori then remembered the messy state of her clothes: “Zifang, turn around! Absolutely no peeking, or I’ll make you pay!”

Zifang obediently turned around: “Yes! I obey!”

But in his heart he was thinking: Don’t joke around, if you don’t want to peek at a time like this, are you even a man?

Suddenly Shiori seemed to have noticed something and screamed: “Ah!”

“What is it? Ah…”

Zifang turned around almost reflexively, but this time he wasn’t as lucky as before. He was hit in the face by Shiori’s zither and fell to the ground.

Shiori said angrily: “Didn’t I warn you not to turn around?

” Zifang was really at a loss for words this time: “

But, you just now… so I…” He wanted to explain something, but…

“No excuses! Turn over and lie down! Don’t make a sound until I’ve straightened my clothes!”

Shiori commanded.

Zifeng could only obediently turn over and lie down again, not daring to utter a sound. At this moment, he was on the verge of tears: Where was the gentle and virtuous Shiori he always knew? What did I do wrong today? Why is God doing this to me?

Just then, Yirou, who had finished washing up, skipped into the room, only to witness this scene that was both funny and sad: Zifeng lay on the ground, not daring to move, while Shiori stared intently at him without saying a word. The little girl exclaimed in surprise, "Oh! Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you lying there motionless? Shiori's eyes are so scary. Did you do something bad, brother?"

Zifeng didn't dare to move at all, and could only pitifully rub his face, which had been hit, "It hurts..."

He thought to himself: Did I really do something bad? Is this retribution?

"Don't speak! You can't even make a sound! I've already told you!"

Shiori picked up a sheet music and threw it at the back of Zifeng's head, silencing him completely.

Seeing Shiori's disheveled appearance, Yirou basically figured out what had happened: First of all, although her brother was a lecherous old man, he was also a complete coward. He would never do something like forcibly molesting her, especially not his childhood crush.

So, this dense blockhead must have barged in while she was changing clothes, and he deserved it.

But speaking of Shiori, she was usually gentle, so even so, she shouldn't be this angry. It seemed that the crack in the door she had left open yesterday had worked.

The little girl was quite satisfied with the result of her little trick and began to smooth things over for them: "Alright!

Alright! Shiori, you're making a mountain out of a molehill. Didn't the three of us often bathe together when we were little? What's the big deal?" "Yirou! How can we compare things from when we were little? We're all grown up now."

Shiori said, blushing, while quickly straightening her clothes.

The person lying on the ground nodded, then hesitated to move, which was interpreted as agreement. It was unclear who they were actually agreeing with: "..."

Yi Rou remained unconvinced: "So what? Sister is going to marry brother anyway."

"You brat! What nonsense are you talking about?"

Shiori's face turned even redder. "Who's going to marry this guy?"

Zi Teng remained silent: "..."

"Huh? Not marrying?"

Yi Rou feigned surprise. "Does that mean sister has another boyfriend? Sigh... my stupid brother is so pitiful..."

Zi Teng was embarrassed: "..."

"What? What boyfriend? I already said I don't have one!"

Shiori started searching frantically, as if she had lost something.

Zi Teng felt completely paralyzed: "..."

"Huh? Nothing?"

Yi Rou feigned relief. "So you're still waiting for brother."

"It has nothing to do with him!"

Zi Teng felt himself cramping: "Um... Shiori! Can I get up now?"

he asked pitifully.

"Ah... I'm sorry! I forgot about you..."

Shiori seemed to suddenly realize, apologizing, but not stopping her search.

Zifeng got up, stretching her aching limbs. Looking around, she saw that Shiori had already searched the entire room. Shiori, her face filled with anxiety, pushed open the window with several holes smashed in it and looked outside. The things she had thrown out were nowhere to be seen. "Could someone have taken them? Oh no..."

"What happened...did you lose something important?"

Seeing Shiori so disoriented was unusual, and Zifeng asked with concern.

"Well...nothing much..."

she hesitated. What was missing was a dressing box, but it didn't contain rouge. Instead, it contained a special talisman made by the Xuanmen sect to maintain her current appearance without being exposed by magic. The talisman was extremely complex to make; she couldn't possibly create one on the spot. If it was lost, once the spell on her expired, a huge secret about herself, her mistress, and even the entire Lingnan region and the Xuanmen sect would be exposed. But she absolutely couldn't reveal it; otherwise, with Zifeng's intelligence, the secret would be exposed before her body even gave way. Silently checking the talismans she currently possessed: they could only last for less than eight hours. What to do?

"That matter, if possible, let's find an opportunity to clarify things with him this time. That would be fairer to you, to him, and to all of us."

The words her young mistress had conveyed through the talisman before leaving echoed in her ears again. Now it seemed that was the only option, but… could her mistress really do that?

"In that case, brother, you two should hurry and set off. The road to the mountain is long and difficult; if you don't hurry, you won't be able to return by nightfall."

Yi Rou interrupted their conversation.

"Little girl, aren't you going?"

Zi Teng asked, surprised.

"I'm exhausted… going to sleep…"

The little girl had already run back to her room.

"Miss, do you really not want to go?"

Yu Yue, who had woken up sometime earlier, smiled as she looked at the little girl who had run back and asked.

"There's no other way. Sister Shiori is a shy plant, and Brother is a blockhead. I can only give them more opportunities to be alone."

The little girl returned the smile, thinking to herself: Silly Brother, good luck! ...

On the mountainside of the Imperial Mausoleum, the silver-haired woman seemed to be gazing south. Yueya stood quietly behind her master, watching with some curiosity, but dared not ask any questions.

"The Netherworld Qi is coming from the south... Is the gate to Fengdu about to reopen?"

The silver-haired woman pondered, lowered her head and thought for a while, then shook her head. "Impossible. The five-hundred-year seal on Fengdu still has one hundred and thirty-two years left, unless..." Seemingly thinking of something important and terrifying, she trembled almost unprecedentedly. "

Could it be a sign of the Ghost King's reappearance?" She was somewhat uneasy and silently waved her hand behind her.

"Master, what is it?"

The blue-haired little girl obediently understood.

"Pack your essentials, we need to head to the southwest immediately."

"Huh?"...

Walking out of the cemetery side by side with Shiori, Zifang seemed lost in thought. He had clearly seen traces of recent tomb sweeping in the cemetery; there was even a bouquet of Lingnan specialties in front of the tombstone, withered but still faintly recognizable as once vibrant.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was setting. He frowned; it seemed they wouldn't be able to leave the mountain before dark and would have to find a place to stay. This made him uneasy, as he clearly sensed a chilling, eerie atmosphere in the mountains.

"The ghostly energy in these mountains is really heavy this year,"

Shiori said first.

"Ah..."

He was startled, quickly understanding the implication, but continued to feign ignorance.

"Are you still going to pretend in front of me?"

Shiori's voice was unreadable.

"I'm sorry..."

Zifang suddenly felt the distance between them widen.

“Never mind…”

Shiori’s voice was resigned. “Actually, I feel the same way.”

“I understand…”

“No, you don’t understand… the thing I’ve been keeping from you is actually…”

She was a little agitated, but stopped at the most important point, “I’m sorry…”

Shiori clearly had something to say but seemed unable to. Fujito didn’t intend to press her, and the two fell silent again. They walked on, and as darkness finally fell, they arrived near what appeared to be the courtyard of a wealthy merchant’s summer villa.

“Looks like we’ll have to stay here for the night,”

Fujito said, looking at the sky with a hint of helplessness.

“Hmm…”

Shiori seemed lost in thought, answering absentmindedly.

The two went to the door, and Fujito stepped forward, holding the door and knocking a few times. For a moment, the dull thud of the door knocker against the nails echoed through the silent forest, then slowly stopped. Fujito stepped back and stood quietly waiting.

But several minutes passed, and still no one opened the door.

“Is no one home or didn’t hear me? Should I knock again?”

Shiori asked.

"Shiori, you don't often go out in your capacity other than as a princess of the royal family, do you?"

Fujito asked with a smile.

"Huh?"

Shiori was taken aback, wondering what this had to do with the current situation.

"Then it's not surprising that you don't know. Basically, ten minutes is normal. This is what these reclusive, worldly families are like, with their so-called boring airs or temperament."

Shiori shook her head; she truly couldn't agree with this attitude.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, light footsteps sounded from the other side of the door. As the sound grew louder, the breathing of the person entering could soon be heard. The door opened, revealing a beautiful woman with long, black hair reaching her waist.

"May I ask if you two have something to do with me?"

the woman asked politely, but her face was full of impatience.

Looking at the woman's attitude, Shiori couldn't help but frown. By the standards of a maid, this woman was truly impolite.

"We are travelers passing through. Seeing that it is getting dark, we would like to ask to stay the night at your place."

Fujito bowed slightly to her.

"Please come in, both of you."

Perhaps seeing Zifang's politeness, the woman, though unwelcoming, couldn't refuse outright, so she opened the door and led the two inside.

"What's wrong?"

Zifang asked softly, noticing Shiori's strange expression.

"Nothing, it's just that this maid is incredibly rude."

Shiori said somewhat displeased.

"Never mind..."

Zifang was quite relieved. "We've come to disturb their peaceful life of cultivation for no reason, and we can't even allow them to complain a little? Besides, she might not even be a maid."

"The one who opened the door and led the way wasn't a maid? What do you mean?"

"Families who come to the mountains for cultivation value naturalness and usually do everything themselves. They don't bring servants or maids. This one is probably a young lady like you, so it's not surprising that she has such a temper."

Zifang explained.

Stepping into the courtyard felt like entering paradise: long, grass-green carpets covered the ground, various landscape paintings adorned the walls, and the surrounding area, like the forest outside, was covered in plants. Although no bonsai were used, the plants grew neatly and uniformly, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth, creating a very comfortable feeling.

Shiori took a deep breath of the fresh, natural air, feeling thoroughly enjoying herself and her mood lightening. She shifted her attention to admiring the flowers and plants in the courtyard, and her previous dissatisfaction seemed to completely dissipate: "The owner here has truly excellent taste; it's like a fairyland."

"You flatter me. These are my only hobbies. I never expected to have an old friend visit today; it truly makes my humble abode shine."

A voice came from inside, and a middle-aged man dressed in a plain Taoist robe emerged from the inner room.

"You are..."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Shiori seemed startled. "Senior Brother Gao?"

"It really is you, Xia..."

the man chuckled, but as soon as he uttered the word "Xia," Shiori quickly gave him a wink, and he hastily corrected himself, "Junior Sister Sima."

Their somewhat overly secretive behavior did not escape Zifang's notice. He looked at Shiori with a questioning gaze, but the red-haired girl seemed to have done something wrong and hurriedly avoided his gaze.

"Junior Sister and your companion haven't eaten yet, have they?"

the man quickly helped her out of the predicament. "Nishang, go and prepare something,"

he instructed the woman who had opened the door and led the way. She immediately obeyed and left. He turned back. "Please come with me."

The man led the two into a spacious dining room. The walls here had large windows, and the interior was similar to the courtyard, except that the plants had been replaced with flowers, making it appear more luxurious. In the center of the room was a dining table, and the man, as the host, led the two to their seats.

While waiting for the food to be served, the two old acquaintances chatted for a while. From their conversation, Zifeng, as the third party, roughly learned the man's identity: his name was Gao Xiang, a former disciple of the Xuanmen sect; by that reckoning, Shizhi should call him Senior Brother.

Soon after, the woman from before had served the food, but the two showed no sign of stopping their reminiscing. Zifeng felt a strong sense of abandonment, yet out of politeness, he couldn't start eating before the hosts, nor could he join the conversation. He could only stare blankly at the sumptuous food

, drooling… Finally, he got through what was almost a boring dinner. The hosts warmly arranged their accommodations, but when the woman leading the way opened the door to their room, Zifeng was somewhat taken aback… The hosts seemed to have misunderstood their current relationship.

Looking awkwardly at the room's furnishings, Zifeng didn't know what to say. The room was very tidy, with a double bed covered in festive red bedding in the center, and the walls and windows were predominantly warm colors… He couldn't understand how such a room could exist in such a quiet and elegant courtyard.

“Uh… this… I was thinking… maybe we could switch rooms…”

Fujido looked at Shiori, whose face was flushed but showed no reaction, seemingly deep in thought. Thinking she was just too shy to speak, Fujido spoke up herself.

“Huh… you two aren’t…”

The woman looked at them strangely. “I’m sorry, I think I made a mistake…”

She seemed to understand something and quickly apologized.

“No need to switch, this room will do.”

Seeing that Shiori, who had been deep in thought, seemed to have suddenly made a decision, she said firmly.

“Is that so? Then you two should get some rest…”

Seemingly realizing she had figured something out, the woman gave a suggestive smile and left.

Inside the room, the door closed, and an eerie atmosphere enveloped everything: a small room, a lone man and woman, ambiguous colors, a suggestive bed…

Usually, girls would feel awkward in this environment, but in reality, it was Fujido who was more at a loss than the ever-silent Shiori.

Somewhat uneasily, he scanned the room, his gaze finally settling on the fireplace burning with firewood and the dry cotton pajamas by the bed. "Um... take these clothes off and dry them... it's very humid in the mountains..."

Fujiwara felt his tongue had never been so clumsy. Seeing Shiori's lack of reaction, he felt even more embarrassed. "Um... should I excuse myself for a moment?" he

said, getting up to open the door.

"Don't go..."

Shiori, standing by the bed, grabbed his arm with trembling hands, pleading in an almost inaudible voice, "Help me take them off..."

"Wh...what..."

Fujiwara was startled; he couldn't believe his ears, his body seemingly going numb.

"Help me take them off..."

However, Fujiwara still couldn't tell if he was dreaming or delirious. He stood there dumbfounded, unsure how to move, until Shiori repeated herself softly.

Fujiwara felt like he was going crazy. Although a voice deep inside warned him that Shiori was abnormal, the happiness of finally having his long-cherished wish fulfilled overwhelmed him, making him somewhat oblivious. Trembling hands slowly crept up to Shiori's waist, loosening the ties of her silk dress. The hands trembled even more violently as they laboriously reached for Shiori's shoulders, parting the dress to the sides.

The smooth silk slid swiftly down her equally smooth skin, the dress almost instantly falling to the ground, revealing her red bodice and underwear, her soft, white skin, and her flawless figure to Fujito's eyes.

"So beautiful..."

Fujito was somewhat stunned. This was the first time he had seen Shiori's grown-up body so clearly. He praised her somewhat blankly, unsure of what to do next.

Seemingly shy under Fujito's gaze, Shiori awkwardly curled up and hugged something. "Cold..."

she said, almost an invitation to embrace.

Wisteria felt a little numb. With almost clumsy movements, he pulled his beloved into his arms. In that instant, the wonderful feeling of skin-to-skin contact, the incredibly real and intoxicating fragrance, the alluring and soft breath—everything intoxicated him.

Holding Shiori's shoulders, Wisteria pulled her down onto the bed. At that moment, he clearly felt her body trembling violently… Shiori was nervous too, just like him… He involuntarily held his breath.

Carefully kissing the girl's forehead beneath her red bangs, a reassuring gesture, Wisteria sat up excitedly. Looking at the exquisite body he had longed for for over ten years, he couldn't help but swallow hard, slowly reaching for the last two pieces of clothing covering her body.

As the bellyband was removed, Shiori's body trembled, her full, round, lovely breasts gradually exposed, the small areolas adorned with two erect nipples, so alluring.

Before long, Shiori was already topless, almost completely naked, standing before Fujito. Seeing her flawless form, Fujito's heart pounded with excitement. At this moment, Shiori was only covered by a thin piece of cloth—a pale red panty covering her crotch—that still guarded her private parts. Fujito gazed excitedly at her blushing face, seemingly somewhat dazed.

"Shiori…please don't stare at me like that…"

Perhaps embarrassed by being stared at so intently by her beloved while naked, Shiori protested in a barely audible voice. The next moment, Fujito suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly removed her last covering.

"Ah!"

As her most intimate parts were exposed, Shiori let out a reflexive cry, her body trembling with unease and shyness…

Perhaps wanting to temporarily ease her tension, Fujito released Shiori, standing quietly to the side, continuing to admire this masterpiece of creation while disarming himself.

Having freed himself, he gently caressed Shiori's tightly clenched thighs, his fingers deftly tracing the most sensitive area.

"Ugh..."

Shiori's body trembled violently. Then, Fujito's hands moved upwards, carefully covering her delicate breasts and gently kneading them.

"Mmm..."

Satisfied to hear Shiori's intoxicating moans, Fujito's palms began to gently caress her shapely, firm breasts, the soft flesh gradually changing shape. He gently brought his face closer, tenderly licking her erect nipples, then pinching her breasts while sucking on her firm, adorable nipples.

"Mmm... Ah... How strange..."

Shiori, whose body had never been explored before, let out a sound of surprise and ecstasy.

“Zi…”

Shiori suddenly cupped Zifang’s head, which was buried in her chest, and lifted him up, silently looking at him. A hint of confusion shone in her red pupils. After a long while, she softly uttered a sentence: “Kiss me…”

“Mmm…”

Zifang nodded and gently kissed her panting cherry lips.

“…”

Watching that face slowly approaching, she closed her eyes again: I’m sorry, Miss! But… I also want to be happy, even if it’s just this once…

Their lips met for a long time, and Zifang even felt that Shiori was almost greedily demanding her tenderness.

Their gazes met, and Zifang stared blankly at those irresistibly alluring, ruby-like, sparkling eyes… In that instant, he felt an emotion, completely beyond words, welling up within him.

“Zi… I love you… I’ve always loved you… so… please…”

Shiori parted her legs shyly, her pink vulva, protected by red pubic hair, throbbing with excitement from the previous tenderness and her own inner turmoil, becoming slightly moist. “Possess me…”

Zifang froze… For over ten years, the woman before him held such a contradictory place in his heart—he was so infatuated with her, so persistent, so terrified of losing her; yet she was so sacred in his heart that even now, he still felt he lacked the courage to possess her.

“Possess me…”

But at this moment, the voice of consent and longing clearly escaped her lips, like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Deep within his heart, with the appearance of that voice, he felt as if something had utterly collapsed.

"Shiori!"

He cried out her name almost like a roar, and with a predatory pounce, he pinned her down, his engorged penis thrusting in with overwhelming force, penetrating her virginity in one fell swoop.

"Ah!...Ugh! It hurts!..."

Completely unprepared, Shiori arched her back, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, as if being torn apart. Her honeyed

orifice, receiving a man's desire for the first time, seemed to be pushing away the invading monster, pressing against his penis with desperate resistance, the intense contractions even causing him pain.

Her pitiful cry jolted the nearly out-of-control Shiori back to reality. Looking at the red-haired girl's face contorted in agony, he was filled with remorse and helplessness.

"It's okay...Shiori...As long as you're comfortable..."

Shiori gently stroked his forehead in a comforting gesture.

Yes, for a girl, no matter what crimes she has committed, she can be forgiven as long as it is someone she deeply loves. That endless tenderness and magnanimity filled Zifang with fear and made him hate his past actions even more.

Deep down, he had always longed to be with her, to taste her sweetness and gentleness, to be immersed in her beauty and kindness, forgetting all his troubles. Yes, for him, who lived forever in repression and suffering, she was not only his first love's dream lover, but also the haven he subconsciously craved.

Yet today, in his despicable and shameless act, to heal the despondency and self-destructive feelings caused by losing her, he actually…

Yes, even if she could forgive him, he could never forgive himself for what he had done.

"I'm sorry… I…"

Unconsciously, Zifang buried his face in Shiori's chest and wept uncontrollably.

Although Shiori comforted him by stroking his hair, her selfless tenderness only made him hate himself more.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Zifang murmured, repeating the words over and over, as if that was all he could say at that moment.

"Silly boy..."

A warm feeling enveloped him, and Shiori, like a loving mother, pressed his head deeply between her breasts, gently embracing him. "Continue... don't be so rough anymore,"

she said softly.

"Mmm..."

Zifang nodded, pressing his lips to hers again. At this moment, he could only atone with belated tenderness, kissing her once, twice, three times, greedily sucking the fluid from her mouth.

At the same time, his hands covered her breasts again, and as he gently kneaded them, Shiori's shoulders trembled slightly.

With each gentle caress and loving kiss, Zifang finally felt that Shiori's honeypot was becoming fully lubricated, and the love fluid overflowing from it even soaked a patch of the sheets.

"Mmm... Zi... move..."

Shiori opened her slightly hazy eyes, softly pleading.

"Ugh... Shiori..."

"Mmm... Zi..."

Zifang's waist moved again, eliciting almost simultaneous moans of pleasure from both of them. Shiori's body trembled violently, and the folds of her vagina began to contract intensely. The suction was so strong that Zifang could hardly resist. Soon, the room was filled with their hurried breathing and unrestrained moans.

Zifang once again fell into a state of uncontrollable ecstasy. As if in defensive action, Shiori's vagina instinctively contracted continuously. The surrounding vaginal walls, like a vacuum-sealed sac, tightly enveloped and sucked in the invading penis, writhing incessantly, as if trying to suck everything out. The swollen penis thrust back and forth in the tight vagina, the writhing walls filled with a sense of pressure, a wonderful feeling that he lingered over.

"Mmm... Ah..."

Whenever Fujito thrust deeply or pulled out quickly, Shiori would almost unconsciously let out a melodious moan. Intense stimulation surged up from her lower body in waves, almost driving her to the brink of collapse...

"Ah!... What... something hot is coming out!"

Suddenly, the moan turned into a high-pitched cry. Fujito felt Shiori's body in his arms suddenly stiffen. The walls of her vagina were crushing his penis with unprecedented force, and a large amount of orgasmic fluid gushed out, washing over the tip and edges of his penis.

"Ugh...no...I'm going to...cum..."

Under this powerful counterattack, Fujito quickly reached the climax of ejaculation. He tried to pull out abruptly, but in that instant, everything before his eyes stunned him: Shiori's hair, eyes, and the wet pubic hair were rapidly fading from their original red, gradually turning brown...

"You are!"

In his surprise, Fujito completely forgot his body's movements. His penis, tightly sucked and squeezed by the honey hole, had already ejaculated a large amount of hot semen into the body of this familiar yet unfamiliar girl beneath him...

Chapter 3 Shadow's Fate

"You are!"

Fujito was shocked and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It wasn't until the intense pleasure caused by the continuous ejaculation in his lower body overwhelmed his entire body that he realized something was wrong. He hurriedly pulled out, but it was too late. His penis had stopped ejaculating the moment it left the girl's body. Staring at the girl's familiar brown hair and pupils, the two collisions that day at the royal post station seemed to be vivid in his mind.

"It's not a coincidence, it must be fate."

"I think it's probably a karmic entanglement."

"Indeed..." ...

"You were from that time..."

He suddenly realized, but his tone carried a hint of having expected it.

"Mmm..."

The girl, sitting up, gave a soft "Mmm," acknowledging it. The hasty and rough movements of Zi Teng earlier had caused her brows to furrow in pain, and two faint tears welled in her eyes. Despite this, she showed no sign of complaint or resentment, instead keeping her head down, avoiding Zi Teng's gaze, looking like a little girl who had done something wrong.

Seeing her like this, Zi Teng couldn't bear to ask any more questions. "What's your name?"

“Xia Ying…”

the girl answered softly. She cautiously looked up at Zi Teng’s seemingly expectant expression, and a sense of unease crept into her heart. “Why… it seems you knew this would happen?”

After a moment’s hesitation, she still asked cautiously.

“I wouldn’t say I knew, but after spending so many years with Shiori, I always had a vague feeling that she sometimes seemed like a different person, even if it was just a very faint sign… But all along, I’ve preferred to believe that it was just a subtle rebellion of a girl’s nature suppressed by strict upbringing.” “

I’m sorry…”

The girl lowered her head even further. She had always sensed it, but out of her special feelings for the person she loved, she was unwilling to doubt it. This love and trust made her feel an even heavier sense of guilt. She knew he was waiting for her explanation, but she still didn’t know whether she should tell him everything.

"If there's a reason you really can't say, I won't force you."

"..."

She felt a burning sensation on her face, and the other person's relief made her feel even more ashamed. "I'm an orphan. I was secretly adopted by the Prince of Lingnan before I could remember anything. Naturally, the Prince's Mansion has a debt of gratitude to me for raising me, but that was for a purpose."

"It all started when Miss was born. On the day Madam gave birth to Miss, the head of the Xuanmen Sect happened to come over, ostensibly to offer congratulations, but in reality, he had foreseen that Miss was the reincarnation of the Vermilion Bird and wanted to take her as his disciple and pass on the position of sect leader to her in the future."

"The Prince was both surprised and delighted at that time. He was delighted that his daughter was so extraordinary, but as for being surprised... you should know that the Sima family of Lingnan is a descendant of the former Chu royal family. Since their submission, the court has always been wary of using them. And the Xuanmen Sect is the number one sect in the world, with tens of millions of disciples. You can imagine how the court would react if they knew that someone from the Sima family had become the head of the Xuanmen Sect. So, after a secret discussion, a plan to create a shadow was born."

“From a young age, Miss and I were secretly subjected to some kind of mysterious magic by the Xuanmen sect. The effect was that my appearance, intelligence, and even my outward temperament and personality would be modeled after Miss. In fact, when we were close enough, we could even share memories and emotions. Of course, there were exceptions. The fiery hair and blood-red eyes caused by the reincarnation of the Vermilion Bird cannot be copied, which is why I needed to use other methods to disguise myself, and that's why I revealed my true colors last night…”

“Since then, Xia Ying has disappeared, as if she never existed. I became her shadow. Although I know she always treated me like a younger sister, it doesn't change anything. When she had to stay in the palace or by your side, I would study and cultivate for her in the Xuanmen sect, and then teach her what I had learned and the insights I had gained through cultivation using our shared memories. When she had to stay in the Xuanmen sect, I would stay in the palace or…”

At this point, the girl paused, seemingly hesitant, but finally said, “by your side, and then share my memories and emotions with her…”

Her anticipation for the last sentence was clearly trembling…

“So that’s how it is…”

Zi Teng murmured, her calm expression masking a turbulent inner world.

Yes, Shiori… Both Shioris do have their reasons, their reasons for not being able to tell her. He should be at peace, he should understand, but… why can't she tell her? Why must this secret cause everyone to suffer in contradiction and ignorance? Does she think she's not someone who can share her innermost secrets?

Xia Ying silently looked at Zi Teng's seemingly calm face. As intelligent as her mistress, she quickly caught the other's hidden thoughts. "Don't blame Miss, her love for you is no less than Miss Yi Rou's. The reason she can't tell you is largely because of me… Although I know I'm not worthy of sharing with her, much less worthy of competing with her, and I shouldn't ask anything of you. I'm just… ah?"

She suddenly choked up because Zi Teng had already pulled her into her arms.

"Don't worry… you don't need to ask for anything, but I will take responsibility for you, okay?"

Zi Teng said, comforting her smooth back, but then noticed that the girl in her arms was already sadly tearing up.

A wave of heartache and guilt washed over him, and he realized that his comforting promise had unintentionally hurt her—what she wanted was not his comfort or promise, but simply the most basic kind of love.

“I love you, so…”

He lowered his head and gently kissed the girl’s forehead, whispering in her ear, “Marry me.”

“!”

Xia Ying’s body trembled. She was somewhat bewildered, even disbelieving her ears, yet everything felt so real. Those words were everything she had longed for for over ten years but never dared to hope for. “This…this…”

Her voice was excited yet uneasy. “Then Miss…you…you…”

“It’s the same,”

Zi Teng replied with a smile. “You, and her, I don’t care if you’re called Sima Fuyun or Xia Ying. To me, you are both my Shiori, there’s no difference, you are both the Shiori I deeply love.”

“Greedy guy…”

Xia Ying complained softly, but a happy smile appeared on her face. She nestled her whole body into Zi Teng’s arms, as if she never wanted to leave…

“Zi…”

After a long while, she finally raised her head again, “Take me one more time, okay…”

Her shy voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.

"This..."

Faced with this proactive invitation, Zifeng hesitated, especially seeing the bloodstains on her legs, which made him feel a little reluctant. "Your body... you should rest today..."

"No!"

Xia Ying showed unexpected insistence. "I hope... on my first night, I can at least give it to you as myself..."

Looking at her eyes, which showed a resolute look, and her almost stubborn insistence, Zifeng felt unable to refuse. He gently laid her body flat. "If it hurts too much later, just say so. Don't push yourself too hard." "

Okay..."

Xia Ying nodded, but Zifeng saw in her eyes that she was determined not to say anything even if it hurt. He shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself: You ignorant girl, you'll be scared soon enough...

Thinking of this, he suddenly seemed to have a solution. He forcefully spread Xia Ying's legs apart and directly inserted his penis into her still bleeding vagina.

"Ah! Ahhh! It's going to split open! Ugh..."

Faced with Zifang's sudden action, Xia Ying didn't even have time to react, and could only let the other's waist thrust back and forth.

"Ugh... Mm... Ha..."

With each thrust of Zifang, Xia Ying let out a high-pitched groan while unconsciously swinging her body to try to break free. The painful sounds and contorted movements filled Zifang with pity, but no matter how hard she tried, she never uttered the words to ask him to stop.

Zifang had already had sexual relations with many women. In fact, even in this situation, with his experience, he could have minimized Xia Ying's pain, but based on his accumulated experience, it wouldn't have been very effective, because even if it provided some relief, the pain would still be unbearable.

So he deliberately used this almost cruel special method, deliberately and roughly possessing her, just to make her give up as soon as possible.

However, he underestimated the woman's determination. For him, for loving him, and for being with him, she had even given up her own name and her own existence. Would she be defeated by pain? Of course not.

Zi Teng gritted his teeth and forced himself to increase the force and speed, but to no avail. Although Xia Ying's face contorted with pain and her body trembled more violently, she stubbornly endured, just like him.

His heart first ached, then pierced with pain. He suddenly realized he was futilely indulging in wishful thinking—unless he ejaculated or she passed out, she wouldn't let him stop.

He was at a loss. He cursed himself inwardly. Never before had he hated his extraordinary stamina so much. Before, it had always been one of his prides; even a seasoned lover like Xiahou Qin would find his extraordinary endurance incredibly satisfying, even overwhelming. But today, it brought not satisfaction and pleasure to the woman he loved, but pain; not pride, but heartbreak.

Xia Ying gritted her teeth, her hands almost tearing at the sheets beneath her. The intense pain nearly made her lose consciousness, but she kept screaming to herself in her heart, "Wake up!"

She couldn't faint, otherwise he would definitely stop because of her, at least not before he was satisfied.

But she also vaguely felt that she was about to give up. Her body, which had just experienced an orgasm, was extremely sensitive, which amplified the roughness of his actions and the pain caused by her own injuries. Considering this, she seized the time she was still conscious to circulate a technique within her body.

"Ugh..."

Zi Teng, who was thrusting in conflicted ways, suddenly groaned, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

He suddenly felt as if the already incredibly tight, almost-virgin vagina where his penis had entered had been suddenly vacuumed out. The surrounding vaginal walls contracted with immense force, seemingly trying to crush his penis, undulating and rolling upwards like waves within that vacuum-like suction. The fluids mixed with various components within the vagina also surged like a torrent, creating an almost impossible passage between the tightly pressed penis and the vaginal walls…

“This is… the Jade Maiden Technique… Strengthening the Foundation and Gathering the Source?”

This feeling was familiar to Zifeng; Yueya’er also knew this technique, and Zifeng had once had her use it during lovemaking to enhance their pleasure. Yet, this feeling was also unfamiliar to him. As the shadow of the future sect leader, Xia Ying’s cultivation in the Xuanmen sect for over ten years was naturally far superior to Yueya’er’s, who had only practiced for a little over three years and had only scratched the surface. Whether it was the attraction, the intensity of the contractions, or the force of the rushing fluids, Xia Ying was several levels stronger than Yueya’er.

"This...no...I can't take it anymore..."

Zifeng, who could usually last a minute or two with this move on Yueya, was about to explode almost instantly this time. Normally, he might have tried to struggle a little longer to salvage his male pride, but this time, thinking of the immense pain the girl beneath him was enduring, he had no such desire. Almost immediately, his aching penis ejaculated inside her.

Zifeng felt as if all his strength was being drained away with the ejaculation. He didn't even have the strength to pull out before collapsing onto Xia Ying, motionless, only his back moving up and down with rapid breathing.

After a long while, he seemed to recover, slowly withdrawing his penis. Even though he was very careful, it still made Xia Ying frown. "I'm sorry..."

he apologized tenderly, looking at the white, cloudy liquid that came out with his penis. He suddenly realized that he had ejaculated inside her both times. "Damn it..."

he muttered to himself.

"What's wrong?"

Although she spoke softly, Xia Ying still heard her. She asked with concern, and then, quickly, she seemed to understand the answer herself. "Are you worried I'll get pregnant? Don't you want me to have your child?"

Her voice was somewhat plaintive.

"No...no...it's just...if you get pregnant now, it seems..."

Zi Teng explained hastily.

"Never mind, I understand. It is indeed a bit early. It's not good to discuss this now..."

Seeing that he was clearly afraid she would misunderstand, Xia Ying felt relieved. "Don't worry, I had my period three days ago, so it's a safe period now." "

..."

Zi Teng was a little surprised that she, who was still a virgin before tonight, knew all this. "You really know a lot."

"It's not surprising,"

Xia Ying explained with a smile. "Besides magic and mechanical manufacturing, the Xuanmen is most famous for its medical skills."

"Yes..."

Zi Teng understood. "What you just used, was it the Jade Maiden Skill's Strengthening and Source-Gathering Technique?"

he asked.

"Hmm..."

Xia Ying nodded, but then felt a wave of shyness and embarrassment—she had actually used the Xuanmen's techniques in bed, which was really... However, the gentle Xia Ying was more concerned about the other party's feelings at this moment, "How was it? That... was it comfortable?"

she asked shyly in a low voice.

"It was so comfortable that I felt like I was in heaven."

Zi Teng answered sincerely.

"That's good..."

Xia Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and then, as if she had thought of something, her already shy face turned even redder, "Then... can I use it every time from now on?"

Her voice was almost inaudible.

"That... let's not..."

Zi Teng thought for a moment and answered. Although to be honest, that intoxicating feeling was indeed unforgettable and longed for, no matter what, he had almost immediately been squeezed to ejaculate, which was really hurtful to a man's pride.

"Why... didn't you say it was very comfortable..."

Xia Ying asked, puzzled.

"That... it's hard to explain to you clearly, anyway... this..." ...

The night sky above Jiangjin Village was bright with moonlight and few stars, but on the ground, there were howls of ghosts and wolves. Under Sima Fuyun's orders, the Xuanmen army guarding this area had completely abandoned their long-standing, futile attempt to thoroughly eradicate the ghosts, instead setting up a barrier around the perimeter to block and isolate them. The ghosts under the moonlight became exceptionally violent, constantly crashing into the barrier, either shattering into pieces or being repelled with cries of agony.

In a simple hut within the Xuanmen camp, books piled high on a table, Sima Fuyun rummaged through them, searching for something.

After several tests and investigations during the day, she was certain that the gates of Fengdu themselves were not damaged.

This puzzled her for an entire afternoon, until evening when she realized that her master had left in a hurry, passing on the position of sect leader without giving her many instructions. Could there be something important he hadn't had time to tell her?

Therefore, she immediately had top-secret files, accessible only to the sect leader, brought over, hoping to find some clues within them.

“Miss…”

The woman with long pink hair brought over another cup of strong tea to refresh her. Looking at the empty cups lined up on the table, she said with concern, “It’s almost dawn, take a rest.”

“How can I rest peacefully in this situation?”

Sima Fuyun shook her head, rubbed her eyes, and forced herself to perk up, flipping through a few more pages. Suddenly, a passage startled her: “The next day, the Ghost King was lured to Qingming Mountain. The Xuanmen forces were then gathered to fight him. Over three days, three out of ten members of the four sects perished, and countless others were wounded. Finally, he was killed within the Five Saints Killing Array. However, his heart remained unquenched, and he could not be moved. Therefore, he was temporarily sealed on the spot, protected by a four-dimensional array. This secret was passed down through generations by the Qilin Palm of the Five Saints Guard…”

“Qingming Mountain…”

She seemed to remember something, "The Qilin Guard... Could it be Senior Brother Gao? How could that be?"...

Zi Teng opened his eyes somewhat dazedly, looking at his side; Xia Ying was still fast asleep. He sat up, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. He had barely slept that night, but not entirely because of the excitement of winning his beloved's heart.

The brown-haired girl beside him always gave him a vaguely familiar feeling, a feeling that Yi Rou often gave him, which puzzled him.

Shaking his head, he decided not to think about things he couldn't understand. He carefully got out of bed, dressed, and planned to go out for a walk to clear his head.

At this moment, in the courtyard, the alluring woman who had previously entertained the two of them was facing off against a burly man.

"Great Protector, is Godfather still refining ghost weapons?"

the woman asked.

“Yes,”

the burly man replied succinctly, “this is the last batch.”

“We can’t wait any longer, we’ll do it ourselves.”

“Is it necessary?”

“Of course it is! Those two are cultivators; they’ll inevitably see through our disguise, and it’ll be too late to fix it then.”

“But…”

“No buts. I’ll take responsibility for my godfather, okay?”

The woman suddenly sensed something. “He’s here. You should leave first, and only come out when the opportunity arises.”

“I think you just want to absorb his cultivation, don’t you?”

The burly man shook his head. “After being given ghostly power by the master, don’t you feel like you’re becoming more and more like a ghost? Is that really okay?”

Faced with her questioning, the woman, seemingly feeling somewhat guilty, fell silent. The burly man looked at her, shook his head again, muttered something, and his body disappeared into the ground like quicksand.

Zi Teng walked into the garden. The somewhat chilly morning breeze cleared his mind considerably, but his feelings grew increasingly uneasy. He vaguely sensed something he had previously overlooked—this courtyard seemed to be the core area of the excessively heavy nether energy in this mountain.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Young master, instead of accompanying your little lady, you're out wandering around alone.

You really have no sense of romance." A seductive voice roused him from his reverie. Looking up, the woman who had opened the door yesterday afternoon, her face almost bewitchingly beautiful, was now very close. "Or perhaps that young lady couldn't satisfy your needs, so you came to me?"

she said, exhaling seductive and provocative breath onto his face.

The woman's teasing voice and alluring scent made Zi Teng somewhat dazed, but the vague sense of danger in this courtyard shrouded in ghostly energy simultaneously kept him perfectly alert. When the first breath of hers reached his nose, he was fully awake, for he could clearly feel the strong aphrodisiac in her warmth.

Was she afraid he would discover something and was about to make her move? He secretly circulated his fire-elemental true energy to burn away the drug's scent in his nostrils, a cold smile creeping across his face. Her attempt to conceal her actions only confirmed his suspicions.

The woman had already quietly jumped back a short distance, loosening her belt slightly, her plain-colored top parting slightly to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath, her fair and round breasts faintly visible. "Young master, am I beautiful?" *

Hmph, not bad, but compared to my few, you're nothing.* Zi Teng sneered inwardly, but with such beauty before him, it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted. Besides, he didn't know what she was up to, so he decided to play along.

"Beautiful…"

Feigning complete infatuation, he reached inside her clothes, letting her breasts roll in his hands.

The woman dodged his hand, letting it slip away. "You're so impatient,"

she said seductively, "but I'm even more impatient than you."

Turning her back to Zi Teng, she lifted her skirt, rolled it up, and tied it around her waist. Underneath, there was nothing to cover her. Her legs parted, and the pubic hair around her vulva was glistening with lustful fluid. The pink flesh around her vulva seemed to writhe and throb as if yearning for a man's entry. "Come on, look how wet I am."

*Hmph, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it later.* Zi Teng thought to himself, as he unzipped his pants, his already throbbing penis springing out. He stepped forward, pressing down on the woman's soft, fleshy buttocks, making her brace herself with her hands on the ground. This almost bestial mating position exposed her wet vulva completely to him. He pressed the tip of his penis against the entrance of her vulva, and, using the lubricating fluid, thrust it in forcefully.

"Ah!...This is killing me!"

Wisteria's size was already astonishing, and the force of this thrust was so intense that the woman couldn't help but cry out the moment it entered. Her voice held a mixture of surprise, satisfaction, and pleasure, along with a groan of discomfort.

"So...so big...so...so good..."

The woman's body tensed like a spring, her empty, thirsty vagina reacting instantly, its walls gripping the invading penis tightly as soon as it was inserted.

She had inhaled quite a bit of the aphrodisiac, and although her body had developed resistance, the slight effect still amplified the pleasure of penetration.

Wisteria thrust forcefully in and out of the woman's body, the powerful movements causing her to arch her head back and moan and cry out. Her alluring, sexy voice radiated an incredibly strong seduction, making Wisteria feel utterly intoxicated.

What pleased him even more was the woman's honeyed orifice, not only as narrow, tight, and wrinkled as a virgin's, but also with its vibrant flesh walls constantly tightening, layer upon layer, clinging and entwining, like thousands upon thousands of cherry-like mouths working together to kiss and suckle his penis.

This woman… was an extremely alluring find, Zi Teng thought to himself with secret delight. Although he had enjoyed two rounds with Xia Ying the previous night, he hadn't dared to exert himself too much on his beloved's first night. Now, he could finally unleash the pent-up desire he had accumulated overnight on her.

With this thought, he increased the intensity of his movements, becoming more and more forceful and faster, even more and more brutal. He gripped the woman's slender waist tightly, thrusting fiercely, each stroke so powerful it seemed as if he wanted to pierce her through.

This guy… was truly incredibly powerful, a rare and strong man! The woman was equally delighted. She had originally intended to quickly drain Zi Teng dry, so she immediately used her seductive skills to tighten her vagina around his penis to its limit, hoping he would succumb to temptation and go at it hard. Combined with the aphrodisiac gas from before, she was confident he would lose control and ejaculate quickly, allowing her to absorb and replenish him. However,

Zi Teng far exceeded her expectations in both size and stamina. The moment she entered, the unusual size of his penis and the powerful piston-like movements brought a wave of pleasure that made him unable to stop. He involuntarily swayed his body to match her movements, his round buttocks colliding with her strong abdominal muscles with a loud slapping sound…

“Oh…oh…faster…fuck…you…fuck me to death…I want more…”

Under Zi Teng’s relentless and intense thrusts, the woman moaned repeatedly.

This guy is really something! The taste of his penis is simply amazing! The woman moaned and cried out as she planned. Although she was still planning to drain the wisteria dry, the physical pleasure she was experiencing made it impossible for her to control her lust.

The repeated thrusting and pulling of the penis brought her to the brink of ecstasy. In her trembling body, she even forgot to continue practicing her internal energy cultivation. She was simply lost in the pleasure of the surging tide as the wisteria penis was withdrawn and inserted, moaning and panting. Her legs involuntarily stretched back and wrapped around the wisteria's body.

Before long, the woman was dizzy from Zi Teng's frenzied thrusting. Her hands, which were supporting her on the ground, went weak, and she finally collapsed to the ground, her entire upper body slumping. Waves of tingling and numbness assaulted her consciousness, warning her of the approaching climax.

Oh no! The feeling of impending climax brought her back to her senses. If this continued, she wouldn't be able to absorb anything from him and would be exhausted! She struggled to break free from the grip of pleasure and desire, focusing on using her seductive techniques to replenish her energy.

Zi Teng suddenly realized that the woman's honeypot seemed to have transformed from a narrow river into a violent whirlpool, as if all the power within it was sucking everything out of his penis. This familiar feeling quickly reminded him of the state he was in after his second ejaculation inside Xia Ying, when he was almost completely exhausted.

Hmph! Trying to drain me dry? Let's see if you can handle it! Zi Teng sneered inwardly, gathering a portion of his inner energy within his penis, abruptly switching to the metal element.

"Ah!"

The woman screamed in terror, realizing that the penis inside her had suddenly become as hard as steel. With each violent thrust of the wisteria, its sharp, hard edges carved bloody wounds into her vagina. She screamed and struggled to crawl forward, trying to expel the horrible thing from her.

"What? Don't you want to drain me dry, girl? I'd be more than happy to, continue!"

The wisteria wouldn't let her have her way, pressing her buttocks firmly with both hands, preventing her from escaping.

"Ah!"

Unable to break free, the woman screamed wildly, reversing her seductive technique in a desperate move. In an instant, a huge force surged from her vagina, gushing outwards.

"What?"

This caught the wisteria off guard; the sudden reversal of the suction also caught his penis, already teetering on the edge of ejaculation, off guard. His body was pushed backwards, and the penis, just as it was leaving the already bloodied vagina, spurted out streams of white fluid.

The woman gritted her teeth, stood up, and turned around. The two looked at each other, panting. A woman's legs, stained with semen and blood, lay beneath a lifted skirt; another's half-drawn pants revealed a recently ejaculated penis that was gradually softening—both looked quite indecent.

"Hmph...what a wicked woman, trying to drain me dry for sustenance,"

Zi Teng said, adjusting her pants.

"You're no different, trying to kill me with your own metal energy!"

The woman, still somewhat frightened, lowered her skirt, then casually licked up some of Zi Teng's semen, savoring it with her tongue. "But a man as powerful as you is truly a first for me. It's a bit of a pity, but it's come to this, so you'll just have to die!"

the woman roared, her skin glowing like snow, her long hair turning an eerie purple.

"This is... Ice Heart Ghost Princess? But why can I still clearly feel the life force emanating from her?"

The bone-chilling cold emanating from the woman alerted Zi Teng, while the aura of a living being hidden within her puzzled him. It wasn't until he recalled the contents of a book about forbidden arts of the Xuanmen that he had seen with his master that he suddenly realized, "Ghost possession? I can't believe someone would dare to defy the world like this?"

"Oh?"

The woman, now a half-ghost, was genuinely surprised. "You're young, but you know quite a lot. What, are you scared? It's too late to be scared now."

"I wouldn't say I'm scared, but,"

Zi Teng shrugged, "can we discuss this? We can go our separate ways from now on, and I promise we'll pretend today never happened, okay?"

"Only a fool would believe that,"

the woman said disdainfully.

"But aren't you a ghost in your current state? So you should believe me,"

Zi Teng laughed.

"You're asking for death!"

Realizing she had been tricked, the woman flew into a rage, her hands flashing with countless spikes as she lunged at Zi Teng.

"Hmph!"

Zi Teng neither dodged nor evaded, letting out a cold snort. He activated the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, the introductory mental technique of the metal element in the Xuanmen Five Elements Sword, transforming his internal energy into gold. In an instant, his body seemed to transform into a golden sculpture, and a series of shattering sounds rang out as the hammers shattered upon impact with him.

"What?"

The woman exclaimed in shock. Taking advantage of her panic, Zi Teng leaped forward and threw a punch...

A muffled thud echoed, but the golden fist failed to strike the woman. A burly man suddenly appeared between the two, solidly blocking the punch for the woman.

"What is this?"

Zi Teng was astonished. Despite having channeled all his Vajra Fist power, the man before him showed no signs of injury, hadn't even retreated a step, and what surprised him even more was that his hand felt the throbbing pain and numbness of flesh striking a steel plate.

"Drink!"

the burly man roared, unleashing a powerful force that forced Zi Teng back several meters. When Zi Teng looked up again, the man's body had expanded even further, his muscles radiating a granite-like texture, even his hair transforming into a rocky, earthy yellow.

"The Vajra Hell Gate Ghost?"

he exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course,"

the woman chuckled, "otherwise, who could possibly contend with you, who has mastered the use of metal energy to this extent? Kill him!"

The burly man, now the Vajra Hell Gate Ghost incarnate, lunged forward. Though massive, his speed was lightning-fast, instantly closing in. His enormous arm, like a stone pillar, swung down, and his fist, heavy as a mountain rock, slammed down. Zi Teng had no time to dodge and could only brace himself with his Vajra Fist.

Two more muffled thuds followed, and Zi Teng felt waves of excruciating pain coursing through his bones. Warm liquid seeped from his hands, and looking down, he saw that the webs between his thumb and forefinger were torn!

He inwardly cursed – despite possessing the Tiger Body of Metal-type True Qi, he was still ultimately made of flesh and blood, while his opponent, the Vajra Prison Gate Ghost Incarnation, was a true embodiment of steel and iron. If he continued to clash like this a few more times, his body would likely give out!

"Die!"

Suddenly, the burly man charged forward again, his fists clenched and raised high before slamming down with all his might.

"Damn it!"

Zi Teng had

no choice but to meet the blow with his fists again. "Ugh..." The impact of the four fists collided with tremendous force, sending Zi Teng flying several meters away. The shockwave from the impact swept away all the surrounding bonsai trees.

"Damn it..."

Zi Teng struggled to his feet, his bones groaning in pain, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. "This guy has a pure metal constitution. Even if I unleash my full metal-type True Qi, I can't compare to him. Wait... pure metal constitution? Hmph, yeah..."

A smile flickered across his bloodied lips; he had already devised a way to deal with him.

"Kid, you're pretty good, really good by human standards,"

the burly man said, walking up to the swaying, seemingly exhausted Wisteria, his words ambiguous, a mix of praise and mockery. "But too bad, you're still just flesh and blood after all!"

He swung his fist again, unleashing a deadly attack. Wisteria raised his left hand, using his last ounce of strength to take the blow. The immense force of the impact nearly broke his arm, tearing open countless wounds in his skin and muscles, leaving it bloody and raw.

"You've reached your limit, haven't you? Stop struggling."

"Is that so?"

Facing the other party's "well-intentioned reminder," Zi Teng laughed. "So, what about this?"

"Huh?"

The burly man suddenly realized something was wrong, but it was too late. "Ah?"

As he screamed and withdrew his hand, a large burn mark appeared on his rock-like, yellowish-brown muscles. "What is this?"

he asked in surprise.

"Metal breaks wood, wood cracks earth, earth covers water, water extinguishes fire, fire melts metal..."

Zi Teng seemed to be deliberately saying something unrelated, stretching out his arm, his palm burning with flames. "So, fire overcomes metal, it seems so, right?"

"Big guy, you're very strong, really strong, by human or ghost standards,"

Zi Teng almost deliberately returned his opponent's words, "But it's a pity, you're ultimately a one-dimensional guy!" He

slashed with his burning left hand again, and the burly man hurriedly dodged, but was caught off guard by Zi Teng's simultaneously swift right fist hitting him in the abdomen.

"Ugh..."

The burly man groaned, staggered back several steps, and painfully bent over, clutching his abdomen—there was a shocking wound that was almost burned through.

“It’s over,”

Zi Teng said coldly, but the next moment he clutched his chest in pain, unable to move. His body seemed to tremble from the cold, and almost instantly, he felt as if all the blood in his body was freezing. “This is… the Ice Heart Poison? Could it be that back then…”

“That’s right…”

The woman floated before him. “It seems you were careless, forgetting that the Ice Heart Demoness’s blood is poisonous. But then again, it wouldn’t have worked anyway. It’s your own fault for injuring my genitals like that; consider it retribution.”

She raised her right hand, an ice spike already in her grasp. “It’s over.”… Chapter 4: The Netherworld Ghost King (

11-20 ) "Ah!" Just as the ice spike was about to pierce Zi Teng's forehead, the woman suddenly screamed in agony. Zi Teng looked up and saw countless bolts of lightning descending from the sky, encircling her body like a cage. Her hand, holding the ice spike, had extended beyond her body and struck the "fence," shattering the spike instantly. A ghostly blue current immediately surged up her arm and then spread throughout her body. She trembled and wailed within the lightning-woven net, temporarily incapacitated. Almost simultaneously with the lightning strike, a figure rushed between the two, lifting Zi Teng's arm and moving her towards the door. "Hmm!" Taking just one step, the sharp pain in her lower body made Xia Ying frown. She had already struggled to run over when she sensed something was wrong outside, and now she was carrying almost half the weight of another person. "Are you alright?" Seeing her furrowed brow in pain, Zi Teng asked with concern. "Take care of yourself." Unexpectedly, the other woman's reply was anything but friendly. "You did that to me twice yesterday," she said, her face flushing again, "and you're still so lewd. You deserve to be poisoned." "Uh… this…" Zi Teng was mortified, but her eyes darted around, trying to come up with an explanation. "Don't try to deny it. Don't you know your eyes scream 'I want to lie' when you're making up lies?" That look couldn't escape the notice of her childhood friend. "Or are you trying to tell me you don't even know why you smell like another woman?" "Hehe…" Zi Teng chuckled awkwardly, muttering to herself, "Jealous?" "Who wants to be jealous of you, you bastard? Miss and I are both blind." This subtle remark didn't escape Xia Ying's keen ears. She continued, her voice dripping with sourness, her lips pouting mischievously, making her look quite adorable. "That's... the Thunder Prison?" Wisteria, her face covered in soot from the sniffing, realized it was best to change the subject. "This spell won't hold her for long." "I know," Xia Ying replied, her new topic successfully making her serious again. "That's why you need to leave here quickly." With that, she gritted her teeth and quickened her pace. "You're cuter when you're jealous," Wisteria blurted out, looking at her icy face as she became serious. "Just like Yi Rou." "What time is it? Think of yourself, and give up that pointless sense of humor for now." Xia Ying suppressed the urge to elbow this person who always brought up such sensitive topics, and said irritably. "Why... are you only so cute when you're angry and... shy..." Wisteria remained unrepentant, but her voice grew weaker and weaker, the chilling feeling as if her blood was freezing made it difficult for her to resist the waves of dizziness. "Hey! Wake up! Don't sleep!" Xia Ying panicked, stopping and slapping him several times, but to no avail. "Don't do this! Miss is still waiting for you, and you promised to marry me! I won't allow you to go back on your word!" She was almost crying. "Hah!" At this moment, the woman in the form of the ghost princess broke free from the cage of lightning and furiously pounced on the two of them, her hands moving forward, a cold current gushing out towards them. "Danger!" Sensing the deep, approaching, bone-chilling cold, Xia Ying only had time to throw Zi Teng to safety, but she herself was swallowed by the cold current and trapped in a large block of solid ice. The woman ignored her and went directly to the unconscious Zi Teng, summoning another ice spike with a wave of her right hand. "Zi!" Xia Ying's cry rang out amidst the loud cracking of the ice. She broke free of her restraints and rushed over immediately, but it was already too late. "What?" The ice spike had already pierced through, but the purple-haired woman was startled, because the wisteria on the ground, which had been poisoned and unconscious, suddenly opened its eyes, its whole body glowing with golden light again. He reached out and crushed the ice spike in front of her, while his other hand gripped the woman's throat. "I'm already quite annoyed by your betrayal and the misunderstanding of the woman I love. If you want to live, you'd better not provoke me any further." He stood up, lifting the woman's feet off the ground. "Now explain to me what happened here, and about the two of you," he said, turning to look at the burly man who had been struck by his elemental-counteracting attack and was now crouching on the ground, barely able to move, in agony. "What exactly happened?" "Kid, the more you know, the faster you'll die," the woman retorted sarcastically, her voice strained with difficulty. "Hmph!" Zi Teng felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, and he increased the strength in his hand. However, suddenly, he felt as if his hand had entered water, and the woman's body in front of him suddenly became transparent. "What is this?" The next moment, the woman's body turned into a puddle of water and slipped away from his hand. He subconsciously grabbed hard, but only managed to grab the plain-colored long dress.

Following the direction of the water flow, Zi Teng abruptly turned her head, and the puddle of water had already reformed beside the burly man. The naked, purple-haired woman grabbed the burly man and darted into a door behind her, giving the two outside a teasing and playful look before quickly closing the door.

"Chase!"

Zi Teng and Xia Ying exchanged a glance, immediately reaching a consensus, and the two chased after her together.

"Bang!"

Zi Teng kicked the door open, and the two rushed inside, but...

"Where is this?"

The two who rushed in were stunned. It wasn't the interior of the house they had expected, but rather a distant mountain forest outside the courtyard. Recovering from their initial shock, the two turned around simultaneously, but the door had vanished without a trace.

"A four-dimensional array?"

Xia Ying exclaimed in surprise, "There's actually such an array here!"

"Is there something wrong with this array?"

Zi Teng asked, puzzled.

“This kind of formation is usually used to protect dangerous things that are sealed away from being discovered by innocent or malicious people,”

Xia Ying said with concern. “And judging from the condition of those two people, whatever was sealed inside has probably already been released. We have to go back quickly!”

She turned around urgently, but as she took her first step, her body trembled involuntarily, and her leg twisted, almost causing her to lose her balance.

“What’s wrong?”

Zi Teng asked in surprise.

“I twisted my ankle, it’s nothing serious.”

She answered with a furrowed brow and gritted teeth.

“Are you kidding me? A twisted ankle doesn’t hurt this much. Let me see.”

Zi Teng stepped forward to support her.

“I’m fine! We have to get there quickly!”

She stubbornly shook off Zi Teng’s arm, but after taking only one step, she fell heavily to the ground. Struggling to sit up, she began to struggle, trying to avoid Zi Teng who wanted to check her injury. “I’m fine, I’m really fine!”

Her urgent words were tinged with a hint of shyness.

“Could it be…”

Seeing her extremely abnormal appearance, Zifeng seemed to realize something and immediately shifted his attention away from Xia Ying’s legs, reaching out to lift her skirt. “This is!”

He was completely stunned. Her lower body was severely engorged with blood, and the skin around her vulva was swollen. To alleviate the pain, she wasn’t even wearing underwear.

“You…”

All of this was thanks to him. His two unconscious and deliberate acts of roughness the night before, plus what he did to save him earlier… Thinking of all this, Zifeng’s lips trembled slightly: “You just ran like that?”

“Yes…”

Xia Ying frowned and nodded. Because her most private parts were completely exposed, her face, which was somewhat distorted, flushed red at the same time. “I originally planned to use the Morning Dew Heart Method from the Jade Maiden Skill to treat you when you woke up, but I sensed you were in danger just as I was about to use it, so…”

“Then treat me now!”

Zifeng almost shouted. He regretted not asking Yu Yue for a few sacred scrolls before leaving home.

"No...we can't delay any longer..."

Xia Ying desperately tried to push away Zi Teng. "That dangerous thing has already been released, if we delay any longer...ah? Zi, you..."

Zi Teng, however, lifted her up even more forcefully. "Concentrate on the treatment, don't talk. I'll be your legs in the meantime!"

With that, he carried her and ran off...

In an inn in a small town at the foot of the mountain, Yi Rou was leisurely basking in the sun, sitting casually on the windowsill. The little girl kicked her two little feet idly, one hand supporting herself on the edge of the windowsill, the other holding a string of candied hawthorns, occasionally licking a small bite. "Brothers haven't come back yet."

"What, Miss, are you getting impatient again?"

Yu Yue stood behind her, still beaming.

“No, the later the better. It must be because brother did something bad to Shiori-nee yesterday that he can’t come back now,”

the little girl guessed happily. “It seems Rou’er will soon have a sister-in-law, that’s great, wait…”

Looking up, a pillar of light at the foot of the mountain in the distance caught her attention. “What is that?”

“It looks like some kind of teleportation magic.”

Yu Yue also saw it.

“Who could be coming to a place like this at this time?”

Yi Rou seemed very curious. “Let’s go take a look.

We have nothing to do anyway, we can get there quickly with that.” “Okay.”

Yu Yue nodded knowingly, turned around and opened the briefcase on the table, handing the red belt and crystal to the little girl.

“Arm yourself.”

She brought the crystal to her lips and whispered.

“Standby…”

The crystal flashed red and a cold female voice came out. Yi Rou put on the belt, inserted the crystal into the slot on the belt, and the red armor with domineering dragon wings turned into light and solidified on her body. “Complete!”

“Let’s go.”

Yi Rou said, turning around. Yu Yue nodded, placing her hand on the little girl's shoulder guard. Yi Rou lightly tapped the crystal on her belt. "Close-range teleportation."

"Surrounding area scan... complete,"

the armor glowed a bright red, and a cold female voice flickered again from the crystal, "Coordinates locked, energy reloading."

After the flash, the two figures disappeared together.

At the foot of the mountain, Sima Fuyun looked up at the forest, the eerie aura filling the air with oppressive tension.

"Miss, what is this..."

Behind her, two women, each wielding a spear and sword, followed closely. The pink-haired woman asked with some concern.

"Hmm... much worse than the last time we passed through. I should have realized it then. It's all my fault; my mind was on Fengdu."

Sima Fuyun said with some regret. Her attention was completely focused on the forest shrouded in aura, so much so that she hadn't noticed anyone else approaching from behind.

"Shi... Shiori-neechan... how come you..."

It wasn't until Yirou approached and saw the girl's surprised voice that she reacted. Turning around, she saw the little girl looking at her with great surprise. "You're here? Didn't you go into the mountains with your brother?"

"Go into the mountains?"

She was shocked and didn't bother to explain anything to Yirou. "You said they went into the mountains?

When did that happen?" she asked anxiously.

"Around... around this time yesterday."

Yirou was still a little confused, but she basically understood that the "Shiori-neechan" in front of her was not the same person as before.

"They haven't come back yet?"

The little girl's answer made her even more anxious. She looked back at the mountain, her eyes filled with unease and concern. "Zi... Xiaoying... please don't let anything happen to you!"

Zifang carried Xiaoying and ran all the way back to the vicinity of the courtyard. He carefully put her down. "How are you?"

he asked with concern.

"There's nothing seriously wrong with you now,"

Xia Ying answered, and then, seemingly to reassure him, took two more easy steps. "Look."

"Who knows if you're faking it?"

Zi Teng, however, was uneasy and squatted down to lift her skirt. "Let me see."

"You..."

Xia Ying hurriedly pressed down her skirt, but it was too late. Zi Teng had already stuck his entire head inside. This action made her face burn like fire. "Get out!"

Somewhat annoyed, she reached out and pinched Zi Teng's ear, pulling him out.

"Ouch...ouch...my wife, have mercy..."

Zi Teng cried out exaggeratedly, but she was also relieved because the swelling and congestion on Xia Ying's lower body that she had just seen had completely disappeared. "My ear is going to fall off..." "I'll teach you to be so indecent,"

Xia Ying thought, feeling both angry and amused. She shook her head and let her go, but then suddenly remembered something, grabbed his hand, and pressed his wrist. "Strange, the cold poison is really gone. How did you do that?"

"Because your husband is a god descended from heaven, of course I'm immune to all poisons. Ouch...why are you doing this again?"

Seeing Xia Ying's hand reaching for her ear again, Zi Teng quickly dodged. "Alright, alright, no more joking. To be honest, I don't know what happened myself."

"..."

Looking into Zi Teng's eyes, Xia Ying thought for a moment and felt that he didn't seem to be lying, so she gave up asking. She turned around and carefully observed the courtyard. "Sure enough...the whole house is now inside the Four Symbols Plane Array. We can't get in like this."

"How about Earth Escape?"

Zi Teng thought for a moment and suggested.

"It's useless. This formation works in all directions. Whether you're in the sky or on the ground, anyone entering its range from any direction will be immediately teleported to a random location within a hundred miles."

"Can't it be broken?"

Zi Teng asked.

"There is a way to break it, but you have to get inside first. Otherwise, there's no way."

Xia Ying shook her head helplessly.

“It’s not entirely hopeless,”

Zi Teng said thoughtfully, “though it’s an incredibly stupid method.”

“If a stupid method works, then it’s definitely not stupid,”

Xia Ying seemed to disagree with his assessment. “Tell me, what is the method?”

“If we can’t break it, then we’ll just destroy it from the outside.”

“Destroy it?”

Xia Ying seemed genuinely startled by his idea. “Don’t joke around. Do you know how much power that would require? It’s simply beyond the capabilities of the two of us.”

“Of course, we can’t do it with just the two of us, but this mountain is full of ghostly energy.” As

Zi Teng spoke, he took out a talisman from his robes, pricked his finger, and dripped blood onto it. A chilling aura rose, and when it dissipated, the talisman in his hand had transformed into a dark blue-green heavy iron sword.

Holding the sword above his head with both hands, pointing it towards the sky, in an instant, the nether energy from the surrounding mountains swirled and gathered around the wisteria's body like water near a vortex. Waves of nether energy surged into his body, and soon his skin turned a dark hue, and his hair, which had been blowing without wind, turned deathly white. A terrifying sound, like weeping and wailing, echoed from the raised sword, sending chills down one's spine.

"This...this is what the Heavenly Sect records..."

Xia Ying stared, speechless. Although the Heavenly Sect's sword techniques had been lost for over a hundred years, many related records remained, which she, as the sect leader's shadow, could naturally consult.

Those records vaguely mentioned that the Heavenly Sect's Five Elements Sword Technique was so powerful not only because of the cultivator's own strength but also because some techniques could utilize various external forces in the environment. The book mentioned that masters of the Heavenly Sect could use the power of massive amounts of water at the seaside to launch an unstoppable attack like a tsunami, or use the power of underground lava near a volcano to launch an attack that could incinerate everything, and even... some forbidden techniques could utilize terrifying powers such as Netherworld Qi. Unexpectedly, she was actually witnessing the descriptions in the book firsthand today.

But gradually, her excitement turned to worry, because she saw Zi Teng's face becoming increasingly distorted, and a sinister light emanating from her eyes. "Zi, you..."

she asked uneasily.

"Heaven and Earth Severed by a Single Blade!"

At that moment, Zi Teng suddenly swung her sword forward, and the black Netherworld Qi around her instantly moved to the blade, transforming into a terrifying cloud of countless black skeletons and vengeful spirits that rushed towards the courtyard in front of her.

The black mist surged forward like a raging torrent, turning everything in its path, trees and rocks, into black powder. The mist engulfed and surrounded the courtyard, filling every inch of space. Under its shroud, flashes of lightning flickered intermittently, as if some force was fiercely resisting the deadly mist's devouring power.

In the hidden underground space, Gao Xiang sat in meditation before a stone tablet, his face etched with exhaustion from a night of ghost-refining. The woman and the burly man from before stood behind him, and behind them stood over a hundred young men, all emanating the same ghostly aura.

"What is this?"

Sensing the aftershocks of the clash between the two forces on the ground, Gao Xiang was startled. "The Four-Dimensional Plane Array has been broken?"

His face was filled with disbelief as he turned around and asked, "Are there really only two of them?"

The man and woman behind him exchanged a stunned glance. "There are definitely two of them."

"Impossible!"

Gao Xiang's voice was almost hysterical. "The Heavenly Sect is history. Who in the world could destroy this perfect defensive array with just two people?"

"Boom!"

As if in response, a muffled sound came from above. The rock strata in the cave ceiling were completely opened up, and Zi Teng and Xia Ying emerged from the cave.

"This is..."

Xia Ying was initially shocked when she saw the large group of "people" exuding a ghostly aura. Then, she quickly focused her attention on Gao Xiang. "Senior Brother Gao, is it really you? Do you know what you are doing?"

"I am working for the survival of all living beings,"

Gao Xiang replied calmly.

"Using this method? Possessing people with ghosts?"

Xia Ying was clearly unconvinced. "Do you know how terrifying and dangerous this method is? A path to survival? Aren't you afraid of cutting off the path to survival for all living beings?"

"As long as I eventually overthrow this cannibalistic dynasty and establish a true land of peace, no one will care how terrible the methods I used were."

Gao Xiang seemed completely unconcerned.

"You weren't like this before. You used to despise people who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals."

"Back then, I only needed to care about my own cultivation. But now it's different. I bear the lives and hopes of millions. You can't imagine how heavy this burden is. People change under this pressure."

"Fine..."

Completely giving up on persuading him, Xia Ying's tone carried a chilling murderous intent. "Qilin Guard Gao Xiang!"

She even changed her way of addressing him. "Do you know your crime of misusing forbidden techniques?"

"I almost forgot,"

the other party's attitude seemed to remind Gao Xiang of something. "The Xuanwu Guard is the enforcer among the Four Xuan Guards. What, are you going to enforce the sect rules?"

"Protect the Master!"

Sensing the growing murderous aura emanating from Xia Ying, the burly man shouted nervously. At his command, over a hundred men behind him revealed their half-ghost faces and charged towards the two.

"Hmph!"

Zi Teng snorted coldly, flashing to block Xia Ying's path. With lightning speed, she pierced the leading half-ghost with her sword, then leaped into the air, carrying the corpse still impaled on her sword. "Corpse Explosion Fire Rain!" she shouted, pointing her sword to the sky. The corpse exploded, its fragments transforming into a rain of fire that fell from the sky, burning several of the fastest-charging unlucky ghosts, who screamed in agony. The rest, seeing the danger, retreated a few steps, but still surrounded the two.

"Tch, a bunch of pathetic lackeys,"

Zi Teng scoffed, but looking at the densely packed formation of three concentric circles around them, "the sheer number is excessive."

"Zi,"

Xia Ying pulled a stack of talismans from her bosom, "hold them off for half a minute."

"No problem,"

Zi Teng nodded. "Gather!"

he shouted, turning and brandishing his sword. The flames still burning around them seemed to obey his command, flying towards him and gathering on the blade. "Nine-Headed Dragon Formation!"

He plunged the sword into the ground, and nine flames, like hungry dragons, surged and roared outwards from the sword's core, protecting the two of them within.

Xia Ying spread out the talismans in the air, eight talismans surrounding her body. She sat cross-legged, silently chanting incantations, and the talismans began to rotate around her like a carousel, emitting a golden light with each rotation, growing increasingly dazzling…

“Zi!”

She opened her eyes, looking at the wisteria in despair. The wisteria understood and withdrew its flames. “Eight Heavenly Dragons Formation!”

she shouted, and the eight talismans transformed into eight golden dragons, scattering and rushing into the horde of half-ghosts. Some coiled, some swooped, and wherever they passed, the half-ghosts were annihilated. In no time, almost all of the hundred half-ghosts had been wiped out.

The last few half-ghosts were forced near the stone tablet by the dragons, and the eight golden dragons charged down simultaneously, creating an explosion that shook the earth.

“Not good!”

Seeing the stone tablet about to collapse, Gao Xiang cried out in alarm, rushing forward to stick a talisman on it, but was suddenly thrown a great distance by some unknown force, crashing to the ground and losing consciousness.

"Master!"

"Godfather!"

The burly man and woman rushed forward. The burly man carried Gao Xiang on his back and followed the woman into a doorway.

"Stop!"

Xia Ying shouted. Zi Teng followed her, but stopped at the door, reaching out to probe. "Damn it!"

she exclaimed angrily, "I didn't expect there to be another formation below! Hmm? This is..."

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something and turned around sharply.

Zi Teng sensed it too. The two carefully walked back together. Soon, they could not only sense it, but also clearly hear the huge, rhythmic "thump-thump" sound, like the heartbeat of some enormous creature.

The sound grew louder and closer. The two stood back to back, tense and vigilant. "Zi, you sensed it too?"

Xia Ying asked, seeing Zi Teng's equally tense expression.

“Hmm, this should be the core of the dark energy in this mountain,”

Wisteria said warily, scanning her surroundings. “What exactly is sealed in this hellish place?”

“I don’t know either. The things sealed by the Four Directions Array are all classified information. Only the person who holds the secret and the sect leader have the right to know.”

“Isn’t Shiori the sect leader? Besides, your memories can be shared.”

“That’s because… be careful!”

Just as she was about to explain, Xia Ying suddenly felt a terrifying force surging out from under her feet. She pushed Wisteria away abruptly and instinctively dodged, but she was a little too slow. Something emerging from the ground under the rocks grazed her leg.

“Ying!”

Wisteria rushed over to support her, lifting her skirt to check. The part of her leg that had been grazed was already a bloody mess. “What is this? It was just grazed and…”

“Hahahaha! More than three hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye!”

A thunderous laugh interrupted his thoughts. The two looked up and saw a blue-faced, fanged “person” standing in front of them. The "person" was as tall and imposing as an iron tower, his figure resembling that of a legendary giant. His entire body was covered in black armor, covered with distorted faces that seemed to be wailing, and he exuded a suffocating, dense aura of the underworld.

"The... the Netherworld Ghost King?"

Looking at the figure, so perfectly described in the books, Xia Ying's voice trembled.

Zi Teng didn't know who the Netherworld Ghost King was, but the chilling aura of death emanating from him still made him feel suffocated. Both of them clearly felt the vast difference in power between their opponent and themselves.

Zi Teng wrapped his left arm around Xia Ying's severely injured and unsteady body, silently chanting an incantation. He swung his Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, drawing a semi-circle in the air. Instantly, countless versions of him appeared within a radius of several dozen meters, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

"Hmph! A mere trick!"

the Ghost King sneered, then roared, shattering all the illusions around him. He then threw a punch at the two remaining real bodies, and a cloud of black, skull-shaped smoke chased after them with lightning speed.

The black smoke exploded on Zi Teng's back, scattering blood. Zi Teng continued running without a sound, but blood seeped from his clenched teeth.

"Zi, put me down, run by yourself!"

Xia Ying pleaded. She had seen it clearly; the attack was too fast to dodge, but if Zi Teng had turned to the side, he could have barely avoided it. However, he chose to take the hit head-on, because if he turned, the attack would have struck him directly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You can't escape even with me. I can hold him off for a bit."

"What a joke! How could I let you go to your death?"

"Letting me go is the right thing to do! Miss and Yi Rou are still waiting for you. You need to live more than I do. Besides, I'm just a shadow that few people know exists. Even if I die, no one will be sad." "

Aren't Shiori and I human? Have you forgotten that I love you and that she treats you like a sister?"

Zi Teng almost cursed. "If you insist that no one cared about you in the past, then I can swear that I will care about you for the rest of my life from today onwards. Can you give up that self-destructive pessimistic thinking?"

"Zi..."

Xia Ying felt a long-lost warmth and emotion welling up in her heart. She felt her eyes getting wet, but seeing the Ghost King who had caught up, she knew that now was not the time to be emotional. Suddenly, she remembered a plan and shouted, "Quick, that door!"

"The door! The Four-Dimensional Plane Array!"

Wisteria reacted immediately, using her last strength to lunge towards the door. Just as the Ghost King caught up with them, the two rushed inside.

"This is... the Four-Dimensional Plane Town?"

The Ghost King followed, but he quickly found himself in a completely different place. "Hmph, did you think I wouldn't be able to find you like this?"

He laughed. "You'll only live a little longer."

"Ugh..."

Zi Teng, who had rushed out the door, struggled to take a few more steps before collapsing weakly to the ground. The Ghost King's attack had injected a large amount of Netherworld energy into his body, and the chilling aura of death was consuming his last vestiges of consciousness. He quickly lost consciousness…

“Zi, hold on, don’t sleep!”

Xia Ying anxiously turned him over and laid him flat. “Hold on, I’ll help you expel the Netherworld energy right away, this is…”

However, when she placed her hand on Zi Teng’s chest, she froze. She clearly felt the deadly Netherworld energy within him disappearing rapidly for no apparent reason. “Just like when he was poisoned by the cold.”

Although she didn’t know why, she was relieved.

But she immediately tensed up again because she clearly felt a chilling aura of death getting closer and closer. “They’ve caught up so quickly? What do we do?”

“Xiao Ying, where are you?”

Sima Fuyun’s anxious voice echoed in her mind.

"Miss!"

She was overjoyed; reinforcements had arrived! But seeing the Ghost King closing in, she knew her mistress probably wouldn't make it in time. She glanced back at the unconscious Wisteria, her face resolute. She stood up and limped forward to block the Ghost King's path.

"Hmph!"

The Ghost King scoffed at the swaying woman before him. "You can't even stand properly, yet you try to struggle in your death throes?"

"I won't let you pass!"

Xia Ying said with an almost tragic yet resolute voice, gathering all her strength to create a golden barrier in front of her.

"You're courting death!"

Such a lowly life dared to face him so directly; the Ghost King was enraged and slammed his fist heavily into the barrier.

"Ah!"

Xia Ying screamed, staggered back several steps, and spat out a mouthful of blood. "You can't get through!"

But she stood stubbornly, and the golden barrier stubbornly held on as well.

"What?"

Seeing that the barrier hadn't shattered, the Ghost King was astonished. "How could a human have such power? Could it be..."

Looking at Xia Ying's bloodshot eyes, he understood. "She's burning her life force? Hmph! Let's see how long you can last!"

Several more punches followed, each accompanied by Xia Ying's scream. The blood she spat out had stained her plain clothes crimson, yet she stubbornly continued to fight. The barrier, though growing increasingly fragile, stubbornly remained.

"Xiao Ying!"

Her voice rang out again, but this time it wasn't in her mind; she heard it clearly. Finally, she had reached her limit. A smile appeared on her blood-stained lips as she collapsed.

"The Netherworld Ghost King!"

Although she had somewhat anticipated it, Sima Fuyun was still startled when she saw this legendary being. However, her gaze was quickly drawn to the two people lying on the ground. "Zi! Xiaoying!"

In an instant, she was almost enraged. Her fiery red hair flew through the air as if on fire. Her terrifying aura startled even the Ghost King. Sensing the deadly Netherworld energy emanating from Zi Teng and the gradually fading life force in Xiaoying, every word she uttered seemed to be permeated with sorrow and anger. "That was my only sister and the person I loved most, and you! You just killed them!"

Five-colored light flashed and rose from beneath her feet, five pillars of light shooting into the sky. Within the pillars, five divine beasts were gradually taking shape: Xuanwu, Qinglong, Baihu, Zhuque, and Qilin, each one slowly coming to life, only their colors were somewhat dimmed.

"This is... the Shadow Sacred Beast?"

The Ghost King was shocked, trembling as he retreated.

"Five Saints Killing Formation!"

Sima Fuyun roared in a furious voice. The five Shadow Saint Beasts transformed into five beams of light and flew straight towards the Ghost King. With a violent explosion, the Ghost King's body was blasted into a cloud of black mist.

"Huff... huff..."

Sima Fuyun knelt on the ground, panting heavily. She had actually used the formation alone, which originally required the combined efforts of the Five Saints Guards, driven by her rage. Despite being the head of the Xuanmen Sect and known as the reincarnation of the Vermilion Bird, she could not hold on any longer.

"Hahahaha!"

However, the air was once again filled with the Ghost King's maniacal laughter. In her disbelief, the black mist quickly reformed into a human form. "Five Saints Killing Formation? What a pity. If I could go back three hundred years, I might have been able to destroy me and leave me with only a heart. But now, do you really think I've been sleeping for the past three hundred years?"

He roared and pounced.

"Danger!"

The pink-haired woman flashed in front of the exhausted Sima Fuyun, blocking his path. "Heavenly Thunder Formation!"

She leaped into the air, her spear slicing through the air, several bolts of lightning striking the Ghost King, only to be blocked one by one. But those were merely feints to draw attention; after the lightning, she launched an equally swift assassination, the spearhead plunging into the Ghost King's body.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

The Ghost King roared, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her up.

"Senior Sister!"

The green-haired woman cried out in alarm, rushing forward with her sword. The Ghost King glared at her contemptuously, his chest thrusting out, sending the spear flying. The woman was startled, parrying with her sword, the impact sending her flying a considerable distance. The

smug Ghost King failed to notice the sudden flash beside him—it was Yi Rou, teleporting instantly using the power of her armor. He only noticed her when the girl swung her sword down, but he didn't dodge. In his mind, no human weapon could harm him.

"What? This..."

But the sword had severed his arm in an instant. He was terrified and quickly turned around.

"Dragon Flame Cannon!"

"Energy Reload."

Two flames shot from the red crystal dragon wings behind Yi Rou, knocking him back more than ten meters.

"What is this... This power is not human..."

The Ghost King was terrified, but Yi Rou's next attack had already arrived. She swooped down from the air, her small fist flashing with fire as she suddenly threw it out.

The Ghost King hurriedly raised his remaining hand to block. With a muffled thud, the huge impact slammed the ground where he was standing, causing a large crater to form.

"This is for Sister Shiori!"

Yi Rou's voice was as sorrowful as Sima Fuyun's, yet filled with anger. "And this is for my brother!"

Her other hand, also flashing with fire, swung its fist and punched the Ghost King hard in the chest.

Another muffled thud, as if responding to the little girl's anger, caused the air around them to boil like a burning vortex, and even the rocks beneath their feet began to melt into lava.

"Damn it..."

The Ghost King felt as if his body was burning, almost evaporating. A large amount of black blood gushed from the wound on his severed right arm, which then miraculously coalesced into a new arm. He then concentrated all his strength and launched a desperate attack.

"What?"

Yi Rou was startled by the sudden change. The Ghost King's lightning-fast fist struck the crystal at her waist, sending the girl flying. The belt detached from her body due to the immense impact, and in an instant, the red well armor vanished.

"Come on! Let's see what else you can do!"

The Ghost King, almost driven to the brink of despair, roared and pounced, reaching out to tear Yi Rou to shreds.

But suddenly, a figure blocked his path. A silver-haired woman descended from the sky like a celestial maiden, standing between them, and the Ghost King's hand struck her chest.

"Ah!"

The Ghost King let out a mournful cry. Golden flames leaped from his hand, and he hurriedly withdrew it, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. "This...this feeling...impossible...Zhuque is already..."

"It seems you are quite aware of what has happened in the past three hundred years,"

the silver-haired woman's voice was as cold as an icy mountain spring. "Zhuque is indeed gone, but something of hers still remains within me."

She slashed her left wrist with her sword, raised her left hand above her head, and the gushing blood was golden. Soon, the golden blood covered her entire body.

"This...this is...Phoenix Blood?"

The Ghost King's voice trembled as he stared in horror at the golden blood that had transformed into golden flames on the woman's body, and he instinctively took a step back.

"Curse my sacred beast, unleash the rage of your slaughter at the hands of mortals!"

the silver-haired woman declared arrogantly. Flames coalesced around her, transforming into the form of a phoenix, and she leaped towards the Ghost King.

The explosion of their collision once again pulverized the Ghost King into a cloud of black mist, from which golden flames spread, gradually burning away the black mist...

The black smoke churned violently. The Ghost King desperately tried to escape the encirclement of the golden flames, but all was in vain. During his more than three hundred years of being sealed away, he had found a way to achieve true immortality—to dissipate his body into a formless cloud of smoke when necessary. This would render most attacks ineffective, and even in the most dangerous situations, he could quickly disperse and escape. And if even a small wisp of black mist managed to escape, he could recover his body and power by attaching to and devouring any life he came into contact with.

But now, he faced an attack that shattered all his expectations and understanding—flames formed from golden blood, equally unbound by form. No matter how he struggled left and right as he transformed into black mist, the churning flames always kept him firmly trapped in the scorching vortex. Before long, most of the black smoke had dissipated, and a jet-black heart was vaguely visible at its core.

Even so, he wasn't too worried, for his heart was immortal; no power, human or non-human, could destroy it.

However, this optimism didn't last long. Soon, he noticed something amiss. The amiss wasn't with his body, but with the surrounding golden flames—with each bit of the smoke emanating from his body disappearing, the flames burned more fiercely, as if someone was constantly adding fuel to the fire. This puzzled him, and he felt a strange unease.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand everything: the flames weren't destroying him, but devouring his body, just as he could devour life itself. Almost instantly, he realized the problem—the Vermilion Bird wasn't dead! Yes, how could an immortal firebird die? It was merely temporarily dormant within this woman's body in the form of blood, awaiting rebirth. At this moment, it was devouring its own body and power, storing the necessary energy for its rebirth.

Some things in this world are indestructible, but nothing is beyond being converted into energy and consumed. This rule was the foundation of its power to destroy everything, but unfortunately, it seemed that the same rule applied to itself—its undying heart vanished upon touching a corner of the flame!

It writhed and struggled in near despair, utterly futile. "You madwoman! Do you know what you're doing? Do you want to be burned to ashes by the flames of the phoenix's rebirth?"

The only thing he could think of was threatening the one who could control the flames.

"Death is the best release for me, so I'm not afraid."

The silver-haired woman's voice in the flames was cold and calm, as if she were merely discussing the death of someone completely unrelated. "And you?"

she retorted sarcastically.

"Madman! Truly a madman!"

the Ghost King roared. With a desperate gamble, the last "body" exploded, countless wisps of smoke scattering in all directions, followed by golden flames that swirled and chased the fleeing black mist through the forest...

"Ouch..."

Yi Rou, who had crashed into a tree, rubbed her bumped head in pain, regaining consciousness from her initial dizziness. "Ah? Brother!"

The little girl rushed towards the unconscious Zi Teng. At the same time, another petite figure rushed towards the same target from another direction—it was Yue Ya'er.

"Brother... Brother... Brother... Senior Brother... Hmm?"

"Senior Brother... Senior Brother... Senior Brother... Brother... Huh?"

The two girls anxiously tugged at Zi Teng's arms, calling out until their voices clashed and they finally realized they had noticed each other.

"Ugh..."

Zi Teng woke up somewhat groggily, only to find herself in an awkward situation. The two little girls stared at each other. Yi Rou appeared arrogant, her wide eyes seeming to shoot electricity; Yue Ya'er looked somewhat frightened, but still glared back defiantly. "Oh no..."

The scene made Zi Teng's heart tremble.

"Sakura!"

Suddenly remembering something, he jumped up, his almost zombie-like behavior startling the two girls beside him. Without time to care about them, he ran out.

Xia Ying, lying in Shi Zhi's arms, slowly opened her weak eyes and pushed away Yu Yue, who was trying to heal herself with magic, with a slightly trembling hand. "It's no use..."

"Don't talk nonsense, you'll be alright."

Zi Teng grabbed her hand as he ran up to her. "I haven't married you yet, and I won't allow you to go back on your word."

He looked at Yu Yue, who shook her head helplessly.

"She's right, it's no use..."

Yu Yue lowered her head, not daring to look at Zi Teng's bloodshot eyes.

“Don’t blame her…it’s really useless…I’m not…injured…I just…exhausted my life force…”

Xia Ying’s voice was weak and intermittent. “Don’t be sad…Zi…my love…for you…will be continued in this world for me…”

“Xiao Ying…”

Shiori hugged her tightly, warm tears welling up in her eyes. She knew very well who she was talking about.

“Miss…”

Xia Ying used her last bit of strength to pull Zi Teng and Shiori’s hands together. “I…returned him to you…”

Her hands slid weakly from theirs, her brown pupils losing their last light, but a beautiful smile remained on her pale face.

“You can actually smile.”

A cold voice came from behind them. “Is being a wandering ghost so enjoyable?”

Golden flames condensed again in the air, forming the tall, perfect body of a silver-haired woman.

“You!”

Shiori turned around in near rage, her fiery red pupils appearing terrifying due to the burning anger.

"Hahahaha..."

However, in response to her reaction, the silver-haired woman let out a somewhat manic laugh: "In all these years, you are the first person who dares to look at me like that. You little girl, you are really interesting."

She chuckled, "But it seems your master is truly senile. Didn't he tell you that those killed by the Ghost King cannot enter reincarnation?"

"You…"

The other's bewildered reaction left the previously furious Shiori somewhat at a loss. Looking at the other's face, she felt as if she had seen it before. Suddenly, she remembered the portraits of outstanding figures from various sects hanging in the Xuanmen secret chamber. "You…you…"

In an instant, even her form of address changed. "You are…Li Qingxia…but…how could this be…"

Her words shocked everyone, for no one was unfamiliar with that name.

Li Qingxia, the former sect leader of Xuanmen Tianzong, the eldest daughter of the Li family of the Northern Frontier, the first meritorious general of the founding of the Yanhuang Dynasty, and the War Consort among the Twelve Consorts of Emperor Wu…

“Li Qingxia…is this my original name…”

The silver-haired woman was somewhat bewildered, confusion lingering in her bewitching purple pupils. “I don’t remember…I really don’t remember…”

She shook her head, reaching out to grasp Xia Ying’s arm, which was gradually losing its warmth. “Let’s not talk about irrelevant topics for now.”

Closing her eyes, her body suddenly burst forth with an invisible, powerful aura, her long silver hair flying wildly. In an instant, Shiori clearly felt waves of warmth continuously flowing into the body that was losing its warmth in her arms.

“Ugh…”

Xia Ying slowly opened her eyes, looking around at the surprised crowd with a bewildered expression, a trace of confusion flickering in her eyes. “How did I…”

“It’s only temporary.”

The silver-haired woman, the only one who didn’t react at all, said, “I gave you a little of my life force, but it’s not enough to fill the bottomless pit you’ve overdrawn.”

“Master…then you…”

Zifeng asked with some worry.

"Don't look at me with that bored expression. I know what you want to say."

The silver-haired woman remained remarkably indifferent to her disciple's concern. "Do you think scooping a cup of water from the ocean will cause the sea level to drop significantly?"

"Stop giving me those uncomfortable looks of disappointment. It's not that there's absolutely no way."

Glancing at the somewhat disappointed expressions of those around her, she said coldly, "However..."

As if remembering something, a hint of sadness and bewilderment appeared on her icy face. "Let me tell you a story first."

She sighed deeply.

"You brat."

She turned to look at Zifang, not beginning her story, but instead bringing up a seemingly unrelated question, "Didn't you ask me how many years I've practiced the Five Elements Sword Technique? Now I can tell you, nearly three hundred years."

Upon hearing this, most of the surrounding people showed surprise, except for Shiori, who seemed to already know.

“Little girl, what was my name back then?”

she asked. “Li Qingxia, right? How interesting, you’ve even forgotten your name, but some things you’ll never forget, like… do you know how Emperor Wu died?”

“Historical records say he died in a fire in the palace,”

Zi Teng replied.

“While not entirely true, it’s pretty much it,”

the silver-haired woman said calmly. “Simply put, he was an idiot who dreamed of immortality, so he sent someone to kill the hibernating Southern Sacred Beast, the Vermilion Bird, and take its blood to make an elixir of immortality. When the elixir was brought back, he dared not drink it, so… so…”

At this point, the silver-haired woman’s voice trembled unconsciously, “and she ordered a woman who had already given everything for him to test the elixir on him.”

When she said the words “test the elixir,” she was practically gritting her teeth, and the faint aura of anger flowing within her caused her silver-white hair to rise without wind. At this moment, everyone knew who the person forced to test the elixir was.

"But...isn't the Vermilion Bird an immortal firebird? How could it..."

Shiori was puzzled, recalling the Xuanmen (mystical arts) records she had read.

"Of course the Vermilion Bird is immortal, so the guy who wanted to use its blood for medicine died."

"Could it be that the great fire that burned down the entire palace, as recorded in the records, was actually..."

"That's right, the Vermilion Bird's rage erupted from within me, burning everyone present, including myself, to ashes. I survived, but I was also cursed by it for eternity: immortality, invulnerability, and invulnerability..."

"What kind of curse is this? Isn't this just immortality?"

Yirou Xiaosheng muttered.

"You are..."

The woman looked at Yi Rou, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. Turning back to Xia Ying, still lying in Shi Zhi's arms, she seemed to understand something. "Yes, this is the immortality that countless emperors desperately pursued, but..."

The woman's voice rarely carried a hint of sorrow. "Little girl, have you ever thought about it? I'm the only one who is immortal. So, I must constantly watch everyone around me, everyone, whether familiar or not, whether I like them or not, grow old one by one, leave forever; this process has repeated itself endlessly in my life, even numbing me to the point of forgetting sadness, leaving only loneliness..."

"I think... I might understand a little..."

Yu Yue rarely smiled. "Elves' lives are too long, so I've also had this experience, watching the little animals that grew up with me, and some friends from other races, grow old before my eyes, even... leave forever..." ( Chapter 5,
November 20th) A long silence followed. Everyone was silent, but they all seemed to have some understanding of the other side of immortality. However, they were still confused. What did this have to do with the current situation? “Wait…” Shiori seemed to remember something. “Didn’t you say that everyone, including yourself, had already… then…” She didn’t know how to express herself for a moment. “That’s not contradictory,” the silver-haired woman said, then raised a hand, and to everyone’s astonishment, her fair skin turned into golden flames. “Because my current body was reshaped using Suzaku’s energy.” “I think I understand what you mean…” Everyone was still a little confused, but Xia Ying, who hadn’t spoken due to weakness, seemed to understand. “You mean that the reason I died was because my overdrawn body could no longer hold life for long. So, it’s better to simply reshape a new body, right?” “Hmm…” the woman nodded. “But in that case, you would be like me. I’m not sure if doing this is really the right thing to do. So, I have to ask you first: if the price of being resurrected and returning to the side of your beloved is that eternal curse, are you still willing?” Without answering or hesitating, Xia Ying simply nodded firmly. “Alright…” The woman looked at her, then at Yi Rou, and sighed. “Let time prove who is right and who is wrong.” She reached out and lifted Xia Ying’s body, taking Shi Zhi’s place. The woman then said to the people around her, “I will use the Vermilion Bird’s flames to extract and protect her soul. Anyone who doesn’t want to be burned to death, step aside.”

Everyone rose and stepped back. Shiori took a few steps back, then, remembering something, rushed forward. "Wait a minute, we don't have energy like Suzaku's here right now, how can you guarantee you can..."

"I can absolutely guarantee it."

The woman interrupted her question, glancing at Yirou, who had already retreated to the side, "Because I've already seen the result."

Her actions startled Shiori, her voice trembling slightly. "She... really is..."

Seeing the other woman nod, she stepped back again. "I understand, my apologies."

Shiori retreated, and the woman turned back to face Xia Ying. She half-squatted down, and golden flames began to burn on her fair skin. Before long, she transformed into a human form that seemed to be a manifestation of flames.

"From now on, you may need to sleep for a long time."

Despite being a flame, her voice was still as cold as a freezing spring. "Are you scared?"

Looking at Xia Ying's unchanging face, she wondered if the girl was frightened by her appearance.

"It seems really strange to ask someone who has experienced death such a question."

Seeing Xia Ying smile and shake her head, the cold voice from within the flames couldn't help but carry a hint of self-mockery.

The humanoid flame opened its arms and embraced the dying girl, the golden flames quickly engulfing her body. A moment later, the flames dissipated, the girl's body vanished, and the silver-haired woman stood up, opening her right hand to reveal a cherry-red, gem-like crystal in her palm.

Beside her, Yi Rou's body trembled slightly, staring blankly at the crystal, her eyes flashing with complex light. Shiori keenly noticed the girl's unusual reaction, and her own body trembled inexplicably as a result.

Zifang paid no attention to them; his focus was entirely on the vanished Xia Ying. Looking at the familiar crystal, a product of a sealing technique, he seemed to understand something. "Master, could this be…?"

"That's right, it's the girl's sleeping soul, the same color as cherry blossoms, beautiful, isn't it?"

A fleeting, melancholic smile crossed the woman's face. "For now, all we can do is wait."

"Wait?"

"Yes."

The woman turned to Shiori. "As you said before, we currently lack the energy to create a new body for her, but…"

she seemed to remember something else. "Sleeping souls are fragile; I need someone to use their own body as her temporary bedroom."

"I'll do it!"

Shiori said almost immediately.

"You can't,"

the woman immediately denied. "Even with the fiery hair and blood-red eyes blessed by the Vermilion Bird, you're still just a mortal. Having two souls in one body is too much of a burden on your body. Besides, a pure soul is extremely yin, which is why she's so fragile. To protect her, you need a pure yang body."

In an instant, everyone's gaze turned to Zi Teng. He smiled easily, "Then it seems it can only be me." "Alright

, you should be able to handle it, after all, you have half..." the woman said, but suddenly felt she had said something wrong. She stopped abruptly at the crucial point, turning back to look at the ring on Shiori's hand, " Little girl, could you find us a quiet, clean place?" ********** ... Before long, the black on the bird's body began to fade. With each fading, only pale, withered bones remained, turning to dust in the breeze. When the black was completely gone, the bird's body vanished entirely... Jiangjin Village had returned to peace, and the ghosts, deprived of the Ghost King's power, no longer appeared. They were quickly cleared away. In the Xuanmen camp near the village, an ancient and elegant house had been cleared, surrounded by several barriers isolating everything, and outside were highly vigilant Earth Sect protectors, a clear sign that unauthorized entry was prohibited. Inside the house, the naked Zi Teng was fixed in mid-air in a "T" shape by an invisible force, and his only companion was his master. Looking at his master's exposed black dress, he couldn't help but recall the scene of them naked together in the bathroom that day, and his unclothed groin aroused uncontrollably. "Oh...this...Master...I actually..." Looking at his master's cold, emotionless expression, he felt extremely awkward. "It's nothing, it's a good thing, at least it shows that you're normal as a man." The silver-haired woman seemed unconcerned. "Next, it might be a little uncomfortable." She said casually, while simultaneously plunging the cherry-red crystal into Wisteria's heart like a dagger with incredible speed. "Ugh...ah!" Wisteria cried out in pain, followed by a tearing, intense agony. The red crystal pierced through skin and muscle, even penetrating bone, but upon reaching the heart, it melted as if into cherry-red light, seeping in. As the light finally disappeared, even the previous wound healed. "This...is that all?" Wisteria asked breathlessly. "I don't know..." the silver-haired woman replied coldly, "No one has ever done this before, I can only take it one step at a time...What?" Before she could finish speaking, she was already shocked by the drastic changes in Wisteria's body. Wisteria's entire body was changing rapidly, or more precisely, aging. Black hair, as if dyed white, began to streak across his face, and the once lustrous skin of a young man began to wrinkle. "Is this... a sleeping soul unconsciously plundering life force?" The woman exclaimed in surprise, quickly placing her hand on his chest. "Hold on, I'll catalyze the half of your sleeping phoenix blood!" "Half... phoenix blood?" The woman's hasty words startled Zi Teng, but before he could think, he felt a scorching energy seeping into his body from his chest, flowing through his entire being. Soon, his blood seemed to boil; he even felt his body was about to explode. The immense heat surging within him instantly engulfed his consciousness. The silver-haired woman suddenly noticed Zi Teng's strange transformation. His skin, like her Vermilion Bird incarnation, was ablaze with golden flames, and his rolled-back eyes seemed to burn with another flame—the flame of desire. "This is..." she quickly understood. Now, controlling the unconscious Wisteria's body is the wild instinct of the Vermilion Bird within her blood, awakened by her. For all wild beasts, besides hunting and survival, another instinct is mating. Flame-covered arms have already encircled her body, her black short-sleeved top instantly turning to ash in the golden flames. Soon, she can even feel that equally fiery and scorching penis thrashing between her legs, and her black skirt is quickly swallowed by the flames in this contact. "Let go!"

With a cold shout, she broke free from the entanglement of flames and flesh, leaping back several meters, yet she clearly felt the scorching heat relentlessly pursuing her. Looking up, she saw several flames shooting from the burning wisteria body, swarming towards her like octopus tentacles.

"What is this?"

she exclaimed in surprise, her momentary lapse in attention giving her attacker an opening.

The tentacle-like streams of flame had already rushed over, four of them immediately wrapping around her limbs, suspending her body in mid-air, while two others struck her chest, encircling her pair of alluring, snow-white breasts.

"Bastard!"

the silver-haired woman cursed angrily, simultaneously straining to break free, but at that moment, the two flames binding her breasts suddenly contracted, their tentacle-like tips curling back to rub against her pink nipples.

"Ah..."

The scorching heat of the flames caused her no discomfort; instead, it made her, with her similar constitution, groan involuntarily. Her body softened under the dual stimulation of the tightness and the harassment, trembling incessantly with the rhythm of the attacker's movements.

"Ugh..."

Her groans quickly subsided, replaced by a sound like swallowing—another flame extended from the burning wisteria body, shooting into her wide-open mouth.

Although it seemed to be an invisible flame, she felt it as if it were a real, tangible object, stretching her mouth wide open. The next moment, the flame, penetrating deeper into her mouth, emitted countless tiny streams of fire, entwining with the woman's sensitive tongue.

"Ah... Huff..."

Countless golden flames rolled up and down in her mouth and throat. As a result, the flame, now smaller in size, no longer completely filled her mouth. The silver-haired woman breathed heavily with her partially freed mouth, a hot yet comfortable feeling beginning to spread from her mouth and tongue throughout her body.

The invasion of the flames did not cause any harm to her body; instead, through the dense capillaries in her mouth and tongue, it triggered a resonance with the phoenix blood within her. The instinct of attraction between kindred spirits made her unable to control her nervous system. Waves of addiction-like cravings filled her body with the rushing blood, making her unable to resist.

"Hiss..."

Wisteria, its consciousness consumed by the bestial instincts hidden within its blood, grinned maliciously, uttering eerie sounds.

The tentacle-like flames were gradually withdrawn from its burning body. Soon, the silver-haired woman's body was pulled close, her lower body, protected by white pubic hair, pressed against his waist. Stimulated by the resonance of their blood, her honeyed orifice was already seeping with a trickle of lustful fluid.

He cupped her tender, alluring buttocks with both hands, rubbing his burning penis against her already wet labia a few times before the flame-encased glans forced its way open, plunging deep into her honeyed orifice.

"Ugh..."

The burning, swelling, and friction of pleasure, combined with the resonance of blood and flame, caused the silver-haired woman's body to suddenly tense, her vaginal walls contracting and writhing violently. Simultaneously, a large amount of fluid gushed from the depths of her honeyed orifice, rapidly vaporizing under the heat of the flames, filling the space between the two "people" with smoke. A series of trembling climaxes followed, her head thrown back, eyes rolling back, mouth agape, but due to the flame within, she could only utter muffled moans.

"Wisteria" was consumed by lust; the woman's body's reactions were incredibly gratifying to him; her sounds of ecstasy fueled his excitement. While continuing to control both of their bodies simultaneously, thrusting with maximum range of motion, he abruptly withdrew the flame from her mouth.

"Ah...slower...slower...don't...like this..."

The silver-haired woman's voice trembled with a hint of a sob. Her extremely sensitive body, ravaged by multiple stimuli after her orgasm, was nearly driven to the brink of collapse. The electric-like pleasure coursing through her body caused her to involuntarily writhe violently; the bones in her arms creaked from the muscle twisting and the flame's restraint, and her legs, spread wide to Wisteria's waist, trembled.

The cries only fueled "Wisteria's" excitement. He released his grip, forcefully pulling the two flames binding the silver-haired woman's legs apart to their maximum extent. At this moment, the woman's body became incredibly flexible, like that of an underage girl—her legs were stretched into a straight line on either side of her body!

"Ah..."

"Oh..."

Both of them cried out simultaneously as the woman's body was rotated 360 degrees. The rapid and intense friction brought both of them intense pleasure.

"Roar!"

"Wisteria," having discovered a new continent, was greatly excited. The four flames began to rapidly propel the woman's body, making it spin like a top.

"Ah...no..."

The silver-haired woman opened her mouth wide, letting out a trembling sound. "Wisteria" felt her vagina suddenly become like a vacuum-sealed sac, tightly enveloping and sucking in the invading penis, constantly rotating and rubbing, as if trying to draw out everything inside. More lewd fluid turned into smoke, enveloping the two intertwined bodies.

The room was filled with the panting of a male beast and the lewd moans of a woman. A massive penis pressed against the cervix, rubbing against it almost frantically with violent rotation…

“Ah…no…too…”

The woman’s body convulsed, uttering broken sounds, her eyes rolling back like a dead fish, white foam swirling between her moaning lips.

“Roar!”

“Wisteria” also let out a cry of extreme excitement, its body tensing violently, its scalding semen bursting through the double barrier of flesh and flames, heading straight for the woman’s uterus. In the ecstasy of orgasm, the flames binding the woman’s limbs scattered uncontrollably. The woman’s body, now free, was propelled outwards by the barrage of semen, the remaining semen covering her breasts the instant the penis left her vagina.

“Huff…huff…”

The woman gasped, her eyes wide. Slightly regaining consciousness, she tried to get up, but was suddenly pressed down by a heavy object. “Wisteria” pressed down on her again. His body was still covered in flames, but the color of the flames had faded considerably compared to before.

He stood up, grabbed the woman's hair, and rubbed his burning penis against her cheeks, lips, eyes, nose, and neck. At first, the woman tried to avoid it, but soon the contact between flesh and flames triggered that deadly resonance and pleasure. She was slightly distracted, and his penis suddenly forced open her slightly closed lips and teeth, invading her mouth until it pressed firmly against the tender flesh of her throat before stopping.

Grabbing the woman's long, silvery hair, he thrust in and out of her mouth like a honey hole, his movements synchronized with his hips. The woman's body swayed up and down with his movements like a puppet with broken strings, her silver hair flying, her beautiful breasts swaying wantonly... By

the stream near the village, Yi Rou had been sitting quietly for a long time, hugging her legs, staring blankly at her reflection in the clear water, her complex thoughts flickering in the girl's beautiful eyes.

Behind a tree not far away, Shiori had been standing for a long time, staring blankly at Yirou's back. A wave of indescribable emotions washed over her. After a long while, she seemed to finally make up her mind and quietly walked over.

"Sakura..."

she called softly as she approached. The sound and the way she addressed her caused Yirou's body, which had been frozen like a statue, to tremble. Then, that trembling seemed to spread like a contagious virus, causing even the one who had called out to shudder.

"You know... don't you?"

Yi Rou stood up, but didn't immediately turn back. "But, is it only now that you know the secret of my past life? Or do you only know that I've just regained my memories of my past life? Miss..." "

Actually... I..."

Yi Rou's last address made Shiori's voice tremble slightly, as if she was afraid of something. "I've had some suspicions for a while... because the feeling you two give me is so similar, which has always puzzled me, until today..."

"No wonder, I've always been wondering too. Even if a woman is gentle and virtuous by nature, how could she be so generous as to promise another woman to share her love for a lifetime?"

Yi Rou turned around and smiled at the other woman. Shiori

lowered her head, not having the courage to meet Yi Rou's relieved and magnanimous gaze. If she had known this would happen, she would have preferred not to know anything at all. At least then she could continue to deceive herself and still think of herself as a selfless and pure woman. But now, facing the clear and kind eyes of the girl in front of her, she could no longer lie to herself. Compared to her, the girl was as pure as an angel and as selfless as a saint.

"You...you remember everything...is that right?"

After a long while, she asked uneasily in a low voice.

"Miss...no, sister..."

Yi Rou's changed form of address made her tremble again, "Do you really want me to remember everything?"

"Sakura..."

At this moment, she really didn't know how to answer.

"Sakura? Who's that?"

However, Yi Rou suddenly changed the subject, "What are you talking about? Sister Shiori, I'm Yi Rou."

The little girl continued to smile.

"Yi Rou..."

Shiori's vision blurred. The other person's meaning was clear—Sakura no longer existed, forget about her; the other person's meaning was also clear—this kind girl didn't want her to feel indebted to her.

"Sister Shiori, I have to leave for a while."

Yi Rou's voice interrupted her emotions, "I'm entrusting my brother to your care, he's actually a big idiot who needs to be cherished."

"Hmm..."

Shiori nodded, she deeply agreed with Yi Rou's view of Wisteria. No matter how he appeared on the surface, deep down he always felt lonely. During her time with him, she often sensed his hidden, profound sorrow and weariness. "And you? Where are you going now?" she

asked.

"I've remembered many things, my thoughts are a bit jumbled,"

Yi Rou's voice was somewhat lost. "And there are still many things I'm not clear about, so I want to figure them out, and there's someone who definitely knows."

************

Finally calming her breathing and emotions, the silver-haired woman stood up. Her jade-like skin was stained with filthy semen, even her snow-white hair was tangled with it.

She frowned slightly, and her body began to burn in the air, quickly transforming into golden flames. When the flames reformed into a human shape and finally extinguished, not only was the semen that had covered her body gone, but even her torn and burned clothes returned to her body.

With a complex and somewhat confused look, she glanced again at the unconscious Zi Teng, then turned and walked out of the room.

"Go and help him wash up."

Facing Sima Fuyun's anxious gaze, the silver-haired woman directly ordered the two people behind her. Then, looking at the red-haired girl's worried eyes, she sighed, "You come with me."

Sima Fuyun followed her somewhat nervously to a secluded mountain forest in the distance. Her mind was full of questions, yet she dared not speak, until…

"You like him?"

the silver-haired woman asked first in a cold voice.

"I…"

Sima Fuyun was startled, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Yes, or no? I only need that answer."

"Yes…"

She lowered her head, her face subtly flushing the same color as her hair.

"This brat needs someone to take care of him."

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired woman's voice softened, "You're very suitable."

"I… I actually…"

The other woman's directness and unquestionable tone left Sima Fuyun momentarily at a loss.

“Young lady, if you follow your own heart, you have to get used to being judged. Just like everyone who has met me says I’m extremely cold-hearted.”

“You’re actually not cold-hearted…”

Sima Fuyun looked at her expressionless face and carefully said, “You don’t really need to…”

“A person who has experienced too much coldness has the right to face everything with coldness.”

The silver-haired woman shook her head, interrupting her, “Let’s not discuss meaningless topics. I have something to entrust to you, about him.”

The silver-haired woman took off the gemstone ring on her hand, muttered something silently, and after a dazzling flash, the ring disappeared, and in her hand appeared a sword covered with dragon patterns and an ancient book.

"This sword is what your emperor has been searching for; and this book contains things he doesn't yet know but must know—about a woman in his life."

Handing the sword and scroll to Sima Fuyun, she explained, "When he wakes up, give them to him and tell him what to do with the sword, and about his relationship with that woman. Let him decide for himself."

"Oh, right,"

she added, as if remembering something, "I also kept the little girl I brought. Although she hides many things about her body and her purpose, I can sense that deep down, she feels the same way about him as she does about you."

"You…"

Sima Fuyun seemed to understand something. "Leaving? At least until he…"

"There's no need,"

the woman said decisively. Then, as if remembering something, her voice became somewhat melancholic. "Give this to him too…"

She slowly removed her necklace and handed it to the woman.

"This…this is…"

Sima Fuyun wasn't very familiar with the West, but she recognized the gemstone on the necklace—a sealing stone for storing images. She looked at the silver-haired woman with a mixture of curiosity and unease.

The other party nodded, and with permission, she pressed the mechanism next to the gem. A silver beam of light rose from the gem, revealing a family portrait-like scene—a silver-haired woman holding a newborn baby, and beside her stood a smiling Western man, holding the hand of a little girl of about one or two years old.

"You…you…"

Sima Fuyun's voice trembled. The obvious truth, yet she found it hard to believe. "It's his…"

She looked up, but the silver-haired woman's voice was gone, replaced by her cold voice echoing through the forest, "Tell him never to come looking for me again, and I will never see him again."

Chapter Six: Between Gains and Losses

Unlike the relatively smooth coastline of the eastern continent, the western continent features three large peninsulas: the Danloron Peninsula in the north, renowned for its abundant magic crystal ore; Kalimdor in the south, the smallest of the three, practically a semi-circular region huddled near the coastline compared to its two "elder brothers" which protrude significantly; its connection to the continental surface separated by the rugged Wulu Mountain Range, while its interior is famous for its vast forests and fertile farmlands nurtured by a mild maritime climate;

and the Azeroth Peninsula, also in the south, the largest of the three. Besides its thriving maritime trade and maritime transport, it is known for its unique political structure. The southern part of the peninsula is home to numerous free city-states that flourished based on maritime commerce, forming a loose alliance controlled by its northern neighbor,

Lysath, renowned for its elite professional army, advanced arms industry, and unique system of separation of powers. This nation occupies the entire northern part of the Azeroth peninsula and a vast area where the western continent connects to the peninsula. Leveraging its advantageous geographical location, it not only brings the southern city-states of the peninsula under its control but also turns most of Kalimdor into its colonies. If vassal states and colonies are included, the total area of this nation is almost half the size of the Yanhuang Empire.

Byron, a permanently neutral city in the various civil wars of the peninsula, owes its status to the shared faith of both the north and south of the peninsula—the Temple of War is located here.

The Temple of War, situated on a cliff overlooking the coast outside the city, is considered one of the Seven Wonders of the Continent, alongside the Arena of Triumph in Lysas, the Cathedral of St. Sophia of the Holy Fran Empire, the Lighthouse of Poseidon of the Hermann Empire, the Solan Canal of Wilt City, the Royal Mausoleum of the Versailles Empire, and the Imperial Palace of the Yanhuang Empire. It is an extremely magnificent building. It was so tall that its elegant white form could be seen from any angle, whether at sea or on land, and every day at sunrise, those gazing at the coastline could always see the sun slowly rising from the temple…

The Temple of War was a building in the style of classical mythology. Its main body consisted of a wide arcade, flanked by rows of magnificent marble columns. From the main arcade branched two side arcades.

Deep within the main arcade, directly opposite the entrance gate but far from it, a long row of tall railings separated part of the arcade from the rest of the temple hall, creating a separate space.

There weren't many furnishings here; the only striking feature was the magnificent teleportation array on the ground. Around the array, a priestess guarded and maintained the magic crystal components that supported its operation, while on either side of the exit, two burly temple guards stood with their swords drawn.

Red light flickered within the array, and when the light faded, Yi Rou, dressed in a white priestess robe, appeared inside.

“Your Holiness…”

the priestesses and guards knelt reverently in a half-bow, “The High Priest is waiting for you by the fountain in the garden.”

“Understood,”

Yi Rou replied, quickly leaving the room.

Passing through corridors surrounded by stone pillars, she finally arrived at the center of the garden. Here stood a magnificent and elegant fountain, its surface adorned with a statue of a Valkyrie wielding a spear and shield. From the tip of the spear, a stream of clear water flowed gently down, and in the pool below lay countless coins from various countries—legend has it that devout believers who make a wish here and toss in a coin will soon have their wish granted.

Facing the fountain, stood a beautiful figure with her long, flowing black hair cascading down to her thighs. She was exceptionally tall, even by Western standards for larger-figured women, and her black leather high heels were enough to put most men to shame. Hearing approaching footsteps, she turned around.

The black dress she wore was made with extremely meager materials, offering only minimal protection for her body from the chest down. After barely covering the lower half of her breasts, the fabric narrowed towards the center, leaving only a thin strip of black fabric piercing through her smooth abdomen and connecting to the high slits at the front and back of the dress. Her

full, rounded breasts were accentuated by the dress, their size several sizes larger than Yi Rou's opposite hers. Combined with her overall tall stature and slightly broad shoulders, they created a near-perfect curve. Her long, shapely thighs were completely encased in black silk stockings, with only a glimpse of her fair upper thighs visible from the high slit of the dress.

Beneath her glossy black hair was a face like a proud snow lotus, beautiful yet noble, exuding a cold elegance. And, upon closer inspection, one would find that both her figure and appearance were almost identical to the statue behind her.

“Yi Rou…”

Her voice was as cold as her appearance. Looking at the little girl's slightly different expression, she seemed to realize something. “Or, should I call you by your old name?”

“Sister Camilla…”

Yi Rou walked up to her. “I remember everything.”

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Outside the door, Sima Fuyun paced anxiously, her hand gripping the necklace tightly, yet still trembling uncontrollably.

She knew she should go in and tell him everything, but she didn't know how to face him—someone who had never had true family since childhood, finally finding their closest relatives only to lose them again in an instant, the immense grief that followed—she didn't know if he could bear it.

“Miss…”

A gentle call roused her from her conflicted melancholy. Turning around, she saw her pink-haired female attendant standing by the door with tea, quietly slipping something into her hand. “This was found on him, it seems to be yours, Miss.”

She smiled knowingly, as if she had seen it all, and then pushed open the door and went inside.

"This is..."

Sima Fuyun's body trembled violently as she looked at the object in her hand. It was a hairband, almost identical to the one she usually used, only smaller and noticeably older, even faded. The ribbon seemed to encircle a corridor of time, instantly transporting her back to her childhood.

"Honestly, how can you always be so careless? I need to bandage it up quickly, or it'll get infected and be terrible."

On the grass, the red-haired girl frowned as she looked at the black-haired boy who had fallen from the tree, carefully bandaging the scrapes on his wrist with the hairband she had used to hold back her bangs.

"There's nothing to worry about, anyway, Shiori will take care of me."

The boy said nonchalantly.

"What can I do? I'm the older sister, after all. And I have such a fragile little brother."

The girl shook her head, unaware of the fleeting disappointment in the boy's eyes.

“Then…”

After a moment of silence, the boy suddenly said, “What if I’m this easily hurt my whole life?”

“Then I’ll just have to take care of you for the rest of my life,”

the girl replied without thinking, but quickly realized she had said the wrong thing, and her face flushed red. “Ah, no, that won’t do, that’s your future wife’s job.”

“I don’t care,”

the boy persisted, “Shiori, you’ve already agreed. If it’s not okay, you might as well just settle for being my wife.”

…

“He actually… kept it all this time?”

Sima Fuyun’s eyes welled up with tears. Memories of her childhood seemed to replay before her eyes, and at the same time, these voices echoed in her ears: “Miss… I… returned him to you…”

“Shiori-neechan, I’m entrusting my brother to you…”

“He’s someone who really needs someone to take care of him, you’re perfect for it…”

…

I’m such a selfish woman… In an instant, it was as if she understood everything, and she couldn’t help but silently blame herself. Yes, it wasn’t that she was truly worried about him being unable to face such sadness; that was just a reason she made up to comfort herself. In reality, she wasn’t prepared, and she didn’t know if she could handle the role of someone who would take care of this easily hurt person for the rest of his life.

The next moment, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and finally made up her mind. She took off the brand-new hairband from her head and put the “memory” in her hand, which was already somewhat faded, on her forehead, but quickly realized that it was too short.

“There’s no way around it… after all, it’s something I used when I was little…”

She laughed self-deprecatingly, gathered her long hair behind her shoulders, and tied it together with the “memory,” “I wonder if he’ll be shocked if he sees me like this?”

she secretly wondered.

On the bed inside the door, Fujito gradually regained consciousness, but everything was still dark before his eyes. He only felt a stinging thirst in his throat, and his forehead seemed to be sweating profusely from the unbearable thirst. Soon, a cool sensation filled his forehead; someone was applying a cold, damp towel to his head. The person was right beside him; he could even smell the unique fragrance of a young girl emanating from her.

Habitually, or perhaps almost reflexively, Zifeng leaned closer, then even went so far as to rub his face against the other person's thigh.

But this didn't last long. A pair of slender, warm hands quickly lifted his head, and then…

forcefully slammed it against the bed.

"Ah!"

Zifeng screamed, a sharp pain in the back of his head causing him to sit up reflexively, fully awake. Rubbing his still-aching head, he opened his eyes and began searching for the person who had just tried to murder him.

It was a girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with smooth, bright green hair that, as if in a huff, wasn't very long, hanging only in a short ponytail at the back of her head. Her delicate face was flushed

, evoking a tender urge to pity her. Her breasts, barely concealed by her plain, tight-fitting clothes, were not particularly prominent, and faint marks from her earlier rubbing remained on her bare thighs. The girl's face burned red, but her eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Pervert!"

she practically gritted her teeth.

"Alright, alright, I didn't mean it,"

another female voice relieved Zifang's embarrassment. Looking up, she saw a pink-haired woman slowly approaching with a cup of tea. Her large, cat-like eyes shone with a gentle and docile quality. Although her clothing was similar to the green-haired girl's, her tight-fitting thin shirt clung to her skin, fully displaying the allure of her mature body.

The woman walked to the bedside and handed the cup to Zifang. "Drink slowly."

"Thank you,"

Zifang said sincerely, slowly drinking the tea. In an instant, the sweet taste of the water, flowing down her throat and into her lungs, filled her entire body.

Wisteria licked her lips contentedly, handed the cup back to the woman, and then glanced furtively at the girl from before, who still had an angry, stern face.

Wisteria scratched her head awkwardly, then quickly noticed the difference in herself—not only had her body been clearly washed, but she had even changed into a clean set of clothes. "These clothes are..."

"Ah?"

A careless remark made the green-haired girl's face, which had finally "cooled down," burn again. She shook her head like a rattle drum, denying it as if she were trying to cover something up, "No, no, no, no... I absolutely didn't see anything I shouldn't have seen!"

"Is that so?"

The pink-haired woman revealed a sly smile, "I remember you clearly saw it."

"No, no, no, senior sister, don't talk nonsense."

The girl continued to deny it in a panic, "I didn't see anything."

"Oh? You didn't?"

The woman continued to laugh, "Then what about that sentence, 'Oh, so this is what a man's penis looks like, and it can move on its own, how interesting.'" "Who said that?"

"Ah! Senior sister, you're so annoying!"

The girl finally couldn't hold back anymore, covering her face and running towards the door, but bumped into someone at the door. "Ah... Miss..."

"You..."

Looking at the girl's face, which was as red as fire, and the woman's sly smile, Shiori shook her head, somewhat amused. "Can you go out first?"

As soon as she said that, the green-haired girl disappeared in an instant, and the pink-haired woman bowed and also went out.

Only the two of them were left in the room. Fujito stared blankly at the other person. Shiori was a little different today. The signature headband on her forehead was gone, and her bangs, which were always neatly tied up, were down. In its place was a "butterfly" that tied her long hair at the back of her head. And that "butterfly" looked so familiar. "That is..."

"Some... memories that neither of us will forget,"

Shiori whispered, a blush creeping up her face as she spoke. "Don't you like it?"

"No... It's very beautiful..."

Fujito felt her heart pounding. Was this an implication? Was she finally giving her a hint of an answer?

"Zi...she's gone..."

After a moment of silence, Shizawa steered the conversation in a different direction.

"...Really?"

Zizawa was taken aback, but quickly realized who "she" was. "Master, she's always like that, appearing and disappearing without a trace."

He said casually, but the fleeting disappointment on his face didn't escape the eyes of his childhood friend.

"She has something for you,"

Shiori placed the sword and book on the table. "This sword is the Dragon Soaring Sword of the Martial Emperor, the one the emperor has been searching for. As for this book, she said there are things you must know about it, about a woman. She also said that how you handle this sword and your relationship with that woman is up to you."

"And..."

Shiori remained silent for a long time, seemingly considering whether she should continue. Finally, she made her decision and handed over the necklace. "She also wants me to give this to you."

"This is..."

Taking the necklace, she immediately noticed the mechanism that triggered the magical illusion. Wisteria seemed to realize something; her expression changed indescribably. Her fingers trembled with anxiety as she reached out to touch the mechanism, unable to even press it properly.

"Don't be nervous..."

A gentle hand grasped her trembling right hand, and a similarly gentle voice comforted her, "I'm here..."

"Don't be nervous... I'm here..."

Those were incredibly familiar words. When she was little, whenever she was so afraid and hesitant, she would always soothe her anxieties with those words.

"Shiori..."

Gratefully looking into the girl's fiery red eyes, Wisteria finally pressed the button. A silver beam of light rose, revealing a heartwarming family portrait, yet it struck Wisteria's anxious heart like a heavy hammer.

Her master's various unusual actions, the half-phoenix blood within her... all the mysteries were revealed. The truth was so simple, yet so cruel...

"She told me to tell you never to look for her, and that she will never see you again."

...

For over ten years, the true family he had been silently searching for had actually been right beside him all along? The woman he had been secretly infatuated with and even had those kinds of relationships with was actually his birth mother? And he would never see her again?

"Clang..."

Zifeng felt a darkness before his eyes, the necklace slipped from his trembling hand to the ground, and his body slid down with it...

Oh... Where is this place? It feels so comfortable, so soft... After a moment, Zifeng regained consciousness slightly. It was just a dream, right? He really hoped it was all just a ridiculous dream...

He slowly opened his eyes, and before him was a radiant red head and a face full of concern beneath it. "Finally awake, you scared me to death..."

"Shiori..."

Zifeng then realized that he was lying in Shiori's arms, and his head was resting on her warm and soft thigh through her skirt. "I... I can't be like this..."

His face turned red to the roots of his neck, and he hurriedly tried to get up.

"It'll get your dress dirty."

"No need... It's fine like this..."

Shiori gently stopped him, her hand not very strong, but it gave Fujito an irresistible feeling. "Your heart... hurts a lot, doesn't it?"

Shiori asked carefully, as if afraid of unintentionally touching on Fujito's sorrow.

"Mmm..."

Fujito's voice carried a barely perceptible sob, which made Shiori tremble slightly. This person, who always seemed so strong and optimistic, also had moments of vulnerability, and... only showed it to me? Thinking of this, a trace of joy unconsciously welled up in her heart.

"I'm alone again..."

Fujito said softly, "No, I should say I've always been, and..."

He stopped. He didn't know if the girl he loved deeply could accept the physical relationship he had with his master, no, his mother, even if it happened without his knowledge.

“Silly boy…”

Shiori pulled his head tightly into her arms. “You’re not allowed to say things like that. Aren’t I right here with you? Isn’t Yirou here too? And… isn’t Sakura here too?”

As she spoke, seemingly deliberately, she brushed her long hair, which was tied up at the back of her head, down to her shoulder.

“This…”

Fujito saw the familiar “butterfly” at a glance, and his voice trembled slightly. “This is…”

“This…”

Shiori’s voice also trembled slightly as she gathered her long hair. “You’ve kept it so carefully all this time…”

“Hmm… I don’t know if you still remember what you said when you were little, and I don’t know if you’ll take it seriously, but…”

Fujito seemed a little nervous, and his voice paused. “I’ve always hoped… that you could be by my side… whether I’m sad or happy… I…”

“…”

Shiori’s chest heaved and trembled, and two uncontrollable tears finally streamed down her face from her moist eyes.

"Ah! Shiori... don't cry..."

This startled Zifang, who didn't know what to say to comfort her. "Um... after the war in the southwest is over, I'll go to the Lingnan Prince's Mansion to propose marriage..."

After hesitating for a long time, he finally said what had been on his mind.

"Wh...what..."

Shiori was stunned, as if she couldn't believe what she had heard.

"I...I just thought that after pacifying the southwest, the main border troubles of Lingnan would also be resolved. With such a generous dowry, I don't think my future father-in-law would kick me out, right?"

"Enough...don't say anything more..."

Shiori's arms trembled with excitement as she hugged his. "I haven't forgotten either. I've never forgotten what I said back then...and from today onwards, I will take care of you forever. No matter what happens, I will bear it with you..."

"Shiori..."

The sudden confession left Fujito somewhat bewildered. After a long while, he mustered his courage and reached out to embrace Shiori, tentatively rising to lean towards her cherry-red lips.

Shiori's face flushed even more, and her body trembled slightly from nervousness and discomfort, but she didn't pull away or push him away. She simply closed her eyes slightly and waited.

The moment their lips touched, Shiori's body unconsciously went limp. Fujito quickly sat up, and their positions were soon reversed. With one arm around Shiori's waist and the other supporting her head, Fujito's lips greedily demanded more, then pried open her cherry-red lips further, tentatively inserting his tongue a little inside.

"Mmm..."

Shiori's body stiffened slightly, her brows furrowing slightly from the unfamiliar deep kiss, but she didn't resist. Instead, she opened her mouth slightly, timidly accepting Fujito's teasing and provocation.

"Mmm..."

With her permission, Fujito's tongue became even more audacious, probing completely inside, intertwining with Shiori's soft breaths and his smaller, similar tongue.

Gently laying Shiori's soft body flat on the bed, Fujito reluctantly withdrew from her sweet lips. Looking down, he saw the red-haired girl's face burning like fire, her expression one of ecstasy and dazedness, completely still, even her chest had stopped rising and falling.

"Silly girl... breathe..."

Fujito reminded her, somewhat amused and exasperated.

"Ah?"

The girl, lost in ecstasy and confusion, finally snapped out of her daze, gasping for breath. "It's...it feels so strange...it's the first time I've ever felt this way..."

Then, as if realizing what was about to happen, the blush on her face quickly spread to her bare shoulders. "Zi...I...I've never experienced this before...Please...be gentle..."

Her voice was broken, barely audible.

Zi Teng didn't answer, only smiled and nodded, looking at the woman lying quietly before her with an incredibly happy gaze. Her slightly long bangs, now free of restraint, fell to her eyes, the fiery red hair blending seamlessly with her equally "burning" facial skin. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed with tension, and her cherry-red lips trembled slightly for the same reason.

Her long, flowing red hair wasn't naturally loose as usual, but rather slightly tied up, the ends secured with a cute bow. This subtle change in hairstyle, coupled with her shy expression and reaction, gave Zifang a fleeting feeling, as if this dignified and noble princess had unknowingly transformed back into the familiar girl next door.

After a long silence, Shiori opened her slightly puzzled eyes, only to meet Zifang's almost unwavering gaze. She felt her face burning even more intensely, and quietly turned her face away, whispering, "Zi... don't... keep looking at me... I'll feel embarrassed..."

"Mm,"

Zifang responded, gently straightening Shiori's head as she turned it slightly, and soothingly kissing her forehead. Then, her lips slid down her smooth, soft skin, down her nose, the tip of her nose, her lips, her chin, her neck... until her lips were blocked by the red bodice.

Shiori's white silk dress was somewhat unusual; the thin fabric parted at the chest, revealing part of her red bra and snow-white shoulders. The sleeves were completely separate from the dress itself. The skirt was long, completely covering her lower body, except for a pair of delicate pink feet that were barefoot because of the sandalwood floors in the room.

Looking at those snow-white, soft shoulders and the completely separate sleeves on her arms, Fujito smiled and quickly changed the course of his lips. He grasped one of Shiori's slender, beautiful arms and gently stroked it towards his hand, while simultaneously pulling down the sleeve on that side. At the same time, his lips followed closely behind, kissing her all the way down. When his lips finally touched those delicate fingers, one sleeve had already flown to the corner of the bed. Turning back, he repeated the process on the other sleeve, and soon the girl's two pink arms were completely exposed.

He licked his lips, still fragrant with the girl's scent, seemingly savoring the memory. Then, his hand reached for the ribbon at the chest of her blouse, gently loosening the beautiful bow. The originally tight-fitting garment quickly became looser, and using the resulting space, he peeled the clothes off the girl piece by piece—her chest, her abdomen, her slender waist, her legs… The moment the dress was completely off her body, the girl reflexively trembled, reaching out as if to pull the dress back, but quickly gave up, shyly turning her back to shield herself from his gaze.

A rustling sound came from behind, and Shiori, somewhat curious and uneasy, cautiously turned her head to look, only to be jerked back at the sight before her. It was the sound of clothes being undressed; taking advantage of her shy avoidance of his gaze, Zitou had already removed his simple clothes.

"Ugh... I hate it..."

Shiori lowered her head shyly, her face completely covered by her hands. Her perfectly shaped breasts, encased in a red bodice, swayed lively up and down with her rapid breathing.

"So cute..."

Fujito praised sincerely. Suddenly, he remembered how Yirou looked the first time. It really was like that. This is what girls are like. Whether they are as mischievous and carefree as Yirou or as dignified and elegant as Shiori, at times like this, they all look like adorable, frightened little birds.

"Fujito... don't look anymore... I'm so embarrassed..."

Shiori's face, peeking out from between her fingers, was full of shy blush. She squeezed her legs together and curled up her body shyly.

Fujito lay down behind her, hugging her bare shoulders. His fingers quietly crawled up her delicate, smooth skin. At the same time, he leaned over and gently kissed her tender neck. He nimbly licked the smooth skin of her neck with his tongue. One of his hands, which was wrapped around the girl, slowly slid down her side, while the other caressed her pert and alluring breasts under the bodice.

"Ah... ooh..."

As his palm touched the hard part of her breast, Fujito felt the girl's body tremble slightly as if electrocuted. With further movement of his hand, the girl let out a slightly dazed moan.

"So perfect, Shiori's breasts..."

Fujito praised softly. He could clearly feel that beneath the smooth, thin silk, the girl's breasts were swelling more due to his caresses, and the small nipples were becoming more erect. The beautiful mounds of flesh, a perfect combination of the softness of fat and the elasticity of muscle, were just the right size to be held in one hand. He caressed her passionately, gradually moving his hand to the straps that held her bodice in place.

He gently pulled on the straps, and just as he was about to free her breasts, a soft but slightly hot hand stopped him.

"Is it really that perfect...? Will it really satisfy you...? My breasts..."

Shiori pressed down on his hand as he removed her bra, asking somewhat uneasily.

"Why do you think that?"

Fujito kissed her earlobe reassuringly and asked softly.

“Because…because…I feel like you prefer women with big breasts…”

Shiori said haltingly in a voice barely above a whisper, “And mine…at best, I’m only average-sized…so…”

“Silly girl…”

Fujito smiled, gently removing Shiori’s hand that was trying to stop her. “I love everything about you.”

Then, she quickly untied the ribbons and slowly peeled the bodice off her skin.

Before long, the red bodice was tossed to the corner of the bed, and her round, beautiful breasts popped out. Her young body was full of vitality, protruding forward firmly like small mountain peaks. Her virgin areolas were pink and pretty, and her erect nipples stubbornly stood up, exuding an irresistible charm.

“Ah!”

Shiori cried out in surprise, instinctively trying to cover her exposed breasts with her hands, but Fujito didn’t give her the chance. He attacked from behind with both hands, grabbing both of her breasts in one go.

"Ugh... um..."

Shiori, a step too slow, could only press down on Fujito's hands with her own. Fujito gently rubbed the beautiful flesh in his hands, causing Shiori to let out soft moans. Thinking that she was being gently caressed by the man she loved most, her hands, which had been trying to stop him, gradually lost their strength.

Soon, the delicate, taut skin of her breasts flushed slightly from the sensitive touch and her initial shyness. She felt her breasts swell, and the tips trembled excitedly.

"Ah... Fujito..."

Fujito's fingers circled her adorable nipples, as if painting a beautiful picture. The tingling sensation in her breasts spread throughout her body via her dense neural pathways. "It's... such a strange feeling... my whole body is numb... and... my breasts... the front of my breasts... seem... to be... becoming..."

Shiori gasped, her face burning with embarrassment, unsure how to express herself.

"Your front is swelling up, isn't it? I can feel it too, it's hard..."

Fujito chuckled, biting her earlobe. He could clearly feel the changes in the breasts in his hands: the center of the plump breasts seemed to have something stuffed in them, the pink nipples hardened, and soon swelled to the size of a little finger.

"Ugh... You're so naughty, don't say it out loud..."

Shiori protested, but couldn't stop Fujito's further actions. One hand continued to caress her breasts, while the other hand gently kneaded the pink nipples with the index finger and thumb, while the other hand had already slid down the girl's smooth skin.

"Mmm... You're naughty..."

Shiori instinctively twisted her body slightly, murmuring softly as her lover stroked her thighs and buttocks. Fujito's hand continued to explore the most mysterious place between the girl's legs, and upon touching it, a damp feeling was faintly visible.

"Shiori's there is already wet..."

Fujito whispered, while quickly slipping his hand into her red panties.

"Ah...no..."

Shiori's body trembled, her legs reflexively clamping together, but it was too late. Fujito's hand had already slipped into the damp, hot area where her skin met the silk.

"Fujito...no...there..."

Shiori instinctively resisted, but her words were somewhat insincere.

In fact, her vulva was already hot and wet, the outer slit slightly open, the lewd fluid seeping out soaking a large patch of her panties.

Fujito quickly used the hand that had been kneading her breasts to control Shiori's twisting and struggling body, while his other hand continued to wriggle inside her panties, his fingers constantly rubbing and stimulating the sensitive slit around her vulva.

"Ugh...no...ah...I hate it..."

Waves of pleasure surged through Shiori's body like electric currents. She convulsed violently, her body arching back involuntarily, the sound of blistering emanating from her soaked red panties.

"Ah...no...no...continue...wait..."

Though embarrassed and ashamed, the accompanying pleasure was irresistible. Shiori gasped, her expression and words a jumble of conflicting feelings.

Fujito continued his actions, clearly feeling the "petals" of Shiori's vulva slowly opening under his teasing. With increasingly frequent friction against his fingers, warm fluid flowed continuously from the opening.

Fujito felt it was time. He gently manipulated the beautiful "petals" at the edge of the vulva; in just a few strokes, the pink petals were fully open, the moist, burning depths of her vulva seeming to anticipate the first entry.

Fujito carefully inserted his fingertips, gently touching the sensitive walls of her vulva.

"Ah!"

Shiori couldn't help but cry out in surprise, her body jerking violently. If she hadn't been held in Fujito's arms, she probably would have sat up abruptly.

"Is it comfortable?"

Fujito asked gently, his fingers continuing their movements.

"Ah...no...what is this...something is coming out..."

Shiori gasped, somewhat dazed, and almost simultaneously, hot liquid gushed from her honeyed orifice, which had been stretched open by his fingers.

"Ah...such a beautiful feeling..."

The first orgasm left Shiori somewhat dazed. Fujito lowered his head and kissed her cheeks, flushed with excitement during her climax. Shiori turned her head back to meet his lips.

Fujito kissed her greedily, slowly laying Shiori flat, and at the same time, took the opportunity to pull off her red flesh-colored pants.

Shiori closed her eyes slightly, her breathing somewhat erratic, remaining motionless as he did as he pleased.

Wisteria placed its head between Shiori's legs, its tongue crawling up the soft, moist skin of her inner thighs. It caressed her full buttocks while gradually sliding its tongue towards the source of her wetness.

"Ah... ooh..."

Shiori's sensitive body, after her orgasm, erupted with indescribable pleasure. She moaned ecstatically, letting Wisteria's tongue slowly approach her engorged vulva.

"Ah... no..."

The moment the tongue touched her vulva, Shiori instinctively resisted.

Wisteria quickly pressed her down, continuing its tongue's movements, the tip slowly penetrating her vulva, licking and teasing the incredibly sensitive walls while kissing the alluring "petals" around the vulva. ...

"Ah... ah..."

Shiori cried out loudly. When Wisteria's tongue finally left her vulva, the area was already a muddy mess of shy fluid.

“It’s coming…”

Wisteria rose and pressed herself against Shiori’s flawless white body, cupping her feverish cheeks in her hands and gently kissing her forehead.

“Wisteria… this is my first time… please be gentle…”

Shiori said somewhat uneasily.

“Don’t worry…”

Wisteria replied considerately, while already aiming her engorged penis at the entrance of her honey hole.

“Wisteria…”

As if remembering something, Shiori said in a soft voice, “Um… today is a safe period, you can…”

“I know…”

Wisteria seemed to have known all along.

“You…”

Shiori was a little confused, but didn’t know how to ask.

“Your period and Sakura’s period should be the same, I think…”

“Ugh… ah…”

Taking advantage of the other’s inattention during the conversation, Wisteria had already thrust forward, and her fully lubricated slit easily swallowed the tip of his penis. Inside her honey hole, the taut inner walls tightly enveloped the invading giant.

"Ugh..."

Shiori clenched her teeth, tightly closing her eyes, her fingers digging deep into the sheets, clearly struggling to suppress the intense pain.

The penis continued to push in, widening her tightly closed passage, breaking through her hymen in the process. The clear fluid that had been seeping from her vagina began to mix with a bright red hue.

Shiori's body trembled violently, her brows furrowed in pain, yet until the penis was fully inserted, this strong girl did not utter a single cry of pain.

"Shiori..."

Fujito stopped his movements, gently stroking Shiori's breasts, lovingly kissing the cheek of his lover who endured the tearing pain without moving.

"It doesn't hurt at all, really..."

Shiori opened her large, red eyes, tears welling up, but she still smiled as she tried to reassure Fujito. This was a woman; even enduring immense pain, she was willing to bear it, because the person on top of her was the one she loved, and that was enough.

“Shiori…I love you…”

Shiori murmured, reaching out to embrace Fujito’s head, kissing her lover’s lips, and then pressing his head against her chest.

“Shiori…”

Fujito also softly called out to the girl he had loved for over ten years. Thinking that he had finally made her his woman today, his penis, now nestled in her hot, tight vagina, swelled even more. Just penetration sent waves of unbearable pleasure through his body, and he felt an irresistible urge to thrust uncontrollably.

However, remembering the pain his beloved woman was enduring, he suppressed his instinctive urge and shifted his focus to the two adorable little mounds of flesh before him. He cupped one breast in his hand while licking the other with his tongue.

“Ah…um…it’s coming again…a tingling sensation…”

Shiori tensed, moaning softly.

Fujito continued to knead the soft, full breasts in his hands, teasing the erect nipples with his fingers.

At the same time, he took the pink nipple on the other breast into his mouth, gently sucking on it while swirling his tongue around the nipple…

“Ah… ooh… so beautiful… ah… Purple… yours… inside me…”

Taking advantage of Shiori’s attention being drawn to the pleasure on her breasts, Fujito’s waist began to thrust.

Shiori moaned, her sensitive body trembling, her honey hole tightly gripping the invading penis. Each time the penis was withdrawn, the pink inner walls were exposed, and when it was inserted again, the point where the two were joined made a lewd sound, and a clear liquid mixed with blood was squeezed out at the same time.

“Does it still hurt? Should I go slower?”

Feeling the trembling of the body beneath her, Fujito asked with some concern.

“It’s okay, we can be more intense…”

Shiori responded with a relaxed smile. Although the pain was still there, she no longer thought about it. “Finally, I’ve become the woman of the one I love!”

This belief completely occupied her heart, making her no longer afraid of pain.

“Shiori…”

The same belief thrilled Zifang as well, "I am possessing everything my beloved has!"

This beautiful belief replaced desire as the driving force at this moment. He continued to vigorously rub her soft breasts while thrusting even harder.

"Ah...so good...so comfortable..."

In the midst of this beautiful belief, the pleasure suppressed by pain quickly erupted. Shiori let out a captivating moan, trying her best to twist her body to match Zifang's movements—every time Zifang thrust in or out, her beautiful body trembled and arched backward, her vibrant breasts bouncing and swaying.

"Ah...Zi...I am yours..."

Shiori cried out passionately, her excited body trembling violently under her lover's onslaught, an explosive orgasm rapidly brewing deep within her...

"Ah...ya..."

Finally, the hot torrent gushing from the depths of her honeyed cave filled the girl's violently contracting vagina, the flesh walls tightly gripping the still-thrusting penis. The intense pressure and burning sensation brought Zifang to orgasm as well.

"Shiori...I..."

Fujito thrust his penis in all the way, and a large amount of semen gushed out violently...

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