Inu Lang-kun

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During the Zhenlong era, in the thirteenth year of the Shunshi reign, Emperor Shun reigned, and the empire was largely at peace. Aside from a few barbarian tribes on the borders who banded and harmed merchants, there were few wars. The Zhenlong Dynasty had always been committed to commercial development, and Emperor Shun's promotion of martial arts fostered a martial spirit among the populace. Relationships between men and women were also more open than in previous dynasties due to the influence of foreign merchants. The Zhenlong Dynasty was brimming with vitality.

However, in the martial arts world, various sects and lone masters were not content to remain idle. Taking advantage of this opportune moment, both old and new forces actively developed, and the struggle between good and evil, saint and demon, intensified, gradually sweeping across the land like a raging fire.

*

In the capital, Shuntian Prefecture.

"Young Master, Prince Luo has sent someone to invite you to the residence."

Standing outside the bedroom door, Shunbo, the head steward of Shuntian Prefecture, bowed and spoke softly to the bedroom. A moment later, the bedroom door opened, and a young man, his clothes disheveled and his face sickly pale, walked out of the bedroom with unsteady steps. Without even looking at Shunbo, he said,

"Prepare the carriage."

"Yes."

Shunbo replied respectfully. He didn't straighten up, but instead bowed and took several steps back before turning around and quickly leaving, not daring to glance back into the bedroom.

After Shunbo was gone, the young man looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt dizzy. He quickly leaned against the doorpost and rubbed his temples.

"Feng'er, are you dizzy again?"

At the same time as the young man felt dizzy, a woman's voice came from inside the bedroom. Although the tone sounded concerned, the voice was full of indifference.

"Yes, Master."

Hearing the woman's question, the boy quickly turned around and answered respectfully. The woman was silent for a moment before speaking again:

"Your health has been poor lately. Rest well today and come back to practice tomorrow."

"This... Your disciple obeys."

Although it was a pity to stop practicing now, the boy knew that his health had indeed been poor recently, so he could only accept the woman's instructions with regret.

"Well, rest well. Your master will come to see you again."

After saying that, there was no more sound in the bedroom. The boy knew that the woman had left. In the year since he became her disciple, the woman had always come and gone without a trace, and he had long been used to it. After resting for a while, he turned and walked towards the gate, preparing to go and see the Prince Luo whom he had not seen for a long time.

*

The boy's name was Jiang Feng, fifteen years old, and the only son of Prince Shuqin Jiang Da of Shuntian Prefecture. Although he was an only son, there was not much affection between Jiang Feng and his father, Jiang Da.

During the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Qing, due to Jiang Da's instigation of a disturbance in the capital, and out of respect for Jiang Da's aunt (his own mother), could not severely punish him, could only order Jiang Da to lead troops to guard the border and prevent barbarian invasions.

However, during his time guarding the border, Jiang Da did not change his cruel and bloodthirsty nature. Any barbarian bandits who fell into his hands would be tortured to death by Jiang Da. After some time, tired of torturing and killing bandits, Jiang Da even turned to his personal guards and massacred villagers in nearby villages on trumped-up charges. The victims were indiscriminate, regardless of age or gender; the only commonality was that they were all brutally murdered.

Because of the pleasure he derived from killing over a long period, Jiang Da developed a condition where he only became sexually aroused amidst bloodshed and screams. This addiction led him to develop a penchant for raping women, specifically in front of their families. He would release his pent-up desires amidst the woman's cries, the weeping of her relatives, and their angry curses, then slaughter the family in front of her before sending the woman to be a military prostitute. He would watch the woman gradually break down, enjoying this pleasure.

Perhaps because his actions violated natural law, Jiang Da never had any children, and all three of his wives died tragically. However, none of this made Jiang Da reflect on his actions; he only cared about enjoying this unique pleasure.

On one occasion, Jiang Da led his troops to massacre a village as usual, and handed over a young girl, just of marriageable age, as a spoil of war to the army doctor (to avoid infectious diseases and sexually transmitted diseases, women who wanted to become military prostitutes had to undergo a thorough examination by the army doctor before being allowed to serve). Suddenly, barbarians launched a large-scale invasion of the border, and Jiang Da immediately led all his men to defend against them.

The war lasted for over three months. After finally annihilating the invading barbarians, the army doctor delivered shocking news to Jiang Da: the young woman he had brought back had gone mad and was three months pregnant.

Even after confirming the child was his, Jiang Da felt little joy. He simply ordered his men to send the woman back to Shuntian Prefecture for proper care. For him, even having an heir was less exhilarating than slaughtering civilians.

The woman gave birth to Jiang Feng. Shortly after his birth, the woman, overwhelmed by the trauma of the accident, hanged herself beside him. Jiang Feng thus lost his mother without even knowing her name, and would never know it.

Jiang Da completely ignored his son, Jiang Feng, not exchanging a single word with him in fifteen years. Father and son had only met three times. The rest of the time, Jiang Da remained on the frontier, indulging in his killing pleasure.

Jiang Feng felt a deeper affection for Jiang Da than even for a stranger. The carriage slowly arrived at the

Luo

Prince's residence. As soon as Jiang Feng alighted, a maidservant respectfully led him to the reception hall. Then, another unfamiliar maidservant served him fragrant tea.

The Luo Prince's residence was the home of the current Emperor Shun's uncle. Unlike his siblings, the Luo Prince was lecherous and pleasure-seeking, completely uninterested in state affairs. He often went alone to the outskirts of the capital, disappearing for three to five years at a time, thus lacking popularity within the court.

Because of Jiang Da's influence, the entire court and the public disliked Jiang Feng. The only exception was this Luo Prince. For some reason, the Luo Prince took great care of Jiang Feng, occasionally sneaking off to the countryside to bring back rare treasures he found to present to Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng regarded the Luo Prince as a confidant, both father and friend.

This Prince Luo was quite an eccentric. His entire household, from stewards to servants, consisted solely of women, all of whom were exceptionally beautiful and captivating, utterly loyal to him. It was a mystery where he acquired all these beauties.

Another strange aspect was that whenever Prince Luo went on excursions, all the women in his mansion seemed to vanish into thin air. However, a few days before his return to the capital, they would reappear one by one, tidying up the mansion.

Occasionally, some daring individuals would attempt to sneak into the mansion while Prince Luo was away, hoping to steal some rare treasures to sell. But the next morning, they would be beaten senseless, bound hand and foot, and left at the yamen (government office). Over time, rumors spread throughout the capital that Prince Luo possessed magical powers, and that the beauties in his mansion were fairies he had summoned.

Although Jiang Feng, who was close to Prince Luo, knew it was just a rumor, he was still very curious as to why Prince Luo always brought back one or two new beauties after each trip. However, due to the age difference, he was too embarrassed to ask.

"Little Feng~~~"

Sipping fragrant tea, Jiang Feng heard Prince Luo's excited voice from afar. He stood up with a smile and looked at the chubby figure approaching quickly, saying,

"Greetings, Prince Luo."

"Come on, come on, I don't know what you're up to. Get up, get up."

With a chuckle, Luo Wang pulled Jiang Feng up, but upon seeing Jiang Feng's expression, his face changed instantly. He grabbed Jiang Feng and groped him for a while before saying seriously,

"Little Feng, I'm asking you, what women have you been with these past two years?"

Seeing Luo Wang's unusually serious demeanor, Jiang Feng's expression changed slightly, and he turned his head away, saying evasively,

"N-nothing..."

"Stop lying! You're about to die, do you know that?"

Jiang Feng's evasive words enraged Luo Wang, whose obese body trembled and roared loudly, making Jiang Feng even paler.

"No, no way? Your Highness, I'm perfectly fine!"

"Fine? Hmph, just by looking at your complexion, I can tell you have an excess of Yin energy and a deficiency of Yang energy. Your Yin and Yang are out of balance. You've clearly been excessively drained of your vital energy. You may not show it on the outside, but your body is already rotten inside."

After angrily finishing his sentence, seeing that Jiang Feng still looked unconvinced, Prince Luo snorted and said with a cold smile,

"Have you been feeling unsteady on your feet and mentally scattered lately? Do you get dizzy if you stand for too long or are exposed to bright light? Also, your body feels unusually heavy, and you often experience difficulty breathing?"

Hearing Prince Luo point out his symptoms one by one, Jiang Feng's face became even more unsightly. He believed that Prince Luo wouldn't joke about life and death, and if it came to understanding matters of men and women, this Prince Luo was definitely a master of his time. What he said would not be unfounded.

But when he thought of the owner of that cold voice, Jiang Feng hesitated again.

The Prince of Luo sighed softly, turned around and sat down in a chair, picked up the teacup and drank it all in large gulps.

Catching his breath and calming his thoughts, King Luo said to Jiang Feng,

"Little Feng, tell me. Do you think I care what woman you've slept with? I've doted on you since you were little. Even if you slept with my wife, I wouldn't care. Anyway, I don't have a wife. I'm only asking you now because I care about you and want to know who has the audacity to lay a hand on you."

King Luo's fat face trembled with his imposing words, making him look ridiculous, but his concern was evident, which moved Jiang Feng. After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Feng took a breath and told King Luo everything...

Jiang Da indiscriminately slaughtered civilians on the border. Although he always left no survivors, such inhumane acts could not be concealed for long. Although the court wanted to investigate, they were concerned about Jiang Da's defense of the border, which had prevented the barbarians from crossing the border for decades. In addition, due to the limited evidence, they could not openly prosecute his crimes and could only turn a blind eye.

However, some chivalrous figures in the martial arts world, driven by a thirst for justice and quick revenge, disregarded this matter. For over a decade, assassination attempts against Jiang Da had never ceased, driven by either righteous indignation or personal vendetta. Unfortunately, Jiang Da

's tight defenses prevented their success. Jiang Feng, in the capital, was also innocently implicated. Fortunately, being under the emperor's nose, these people dared not act too arrogantly. After escaping several assassination attempts outside the city, Jiang Feng became increasingly reluctant to go out. Eventually, except for essential matters, he rarely left the capital, only once or twice a year.

A year ago, shortly after the New Year, Jiang Feng was admiring the plum blossoms in his courtyard when he was suddenly drawn by the sound of clashing weapons. Curious, he disregarded whether the intruders were assassins and followed the sound. He saw a woman fighting two men in the courtyard.

The woman was clearly seriously injured; her movements and attacks were intermittent. If it weren't for the vast difference in skill between the two men she was fighting, she would likely be dead.

Seeing that the woman was about to die at the hands of the two men, Jiang Feng, for some unknown reason, suddenly jumped out and shouted:

"Who are you, you madmen, daring to act so violently in my Jiang residence!"

The sudden shout startled the two men, causing them to pause for a moment. At the same time, the woman swung her long sword, and the cold light sliced across their necks. Blood spurted out as their heads flew into the air, the white snow mixed with bright red blood, soaking Jiang Feng and the woman in crimson.

Although covered in blood, Jiang Feng showed no displeasure. He simply stared intently at the figure standing before him, sword in hand, radiating a chilling killing intent. The indifferent face remained unchanged despite the blood, and the cold demeanor made Jiang Feng think…so beautiful…

“Enough, enough! I’m asking about your woman. Who cares about your feelings? That’s not the point.”

Abruptly interrupting Jiang Feng’s recollection, fearing he would ramble on, Luo Wang simply asked what he wanted to know directly:

“What’s the name of the woman you’re talking about?”

“Her name is Nalan Rou. Later, I became her disciple.”

“Nalan Rou…so it’s her. You said you became her disciple? What did you learn?”

“Some bedroom arts.”

“Bedroom arts?”

Hearing Jiang Feng say this, Luo Wang’s round face scrunched up. Jiang Feng nodded:

“Every two days, my master would come to my room at night to teach me bedroom arts.”

"What did he teach you?"

Jiang Feng recounted the story bit by bit, with Luo Wang asking questions intermittently, such as how many times a night, the positions used, and the sensations. Although embarrassed, Jiang Feng answered truthfully, including the strange pleasure during ejaculation, the ability to resume sex without rest, and the fact that he could have sex several times in a row, but would be extremely tired the next day.

After listening to Jiang Feng's account, Luo Wang pondered seriously for a long time before saying to Jiang Feng,

"Little Feng, I'm not trying to be mean, but how come you, who are usually so smart, become like this when you're around beautiful women?"

"Your master is definitely not a good person. He's probably a disciple of some demonic sect in the martial arts world. Luckily, I came back today, otherwise, you would have died of exhaustion in ten days at most."

Hearing Luo Wang's words, Jiang Feng broke out in a cold sweat, but the thought of the wonderful pleasure he had experienced with Nalan Rou over the past year made his whole body feel hot again.

"Heh, I told you you're lucky, kid. I just found something good. Wait a minute."

After saying that, King Luo turned around and called out to the door a few times. Two maids entered carrying a brocade box. King Luo reached out and took the box, opening it directly. Inside was a rough-looking, dark gray sphere, completely out of place with the exquisite brocade box.

"Your Highness, what is this?"

"This is the relic of Master Chekhov from Mancheng in the Western Frontier."

As King Luo spoke, he picked up the relic and placed it in Jiang Feng's hand. A warm current immediately rushed from his palm to his lower abdomen, and a burning sensation filled his entire lower body, instantly creating a magnificent tent between his genitals.

"Oh my, Xiao Feng, I didn't expect yours to be so nice."

Seeing Jiang Feng's change, Prince Luo exclaimed in surprise. One of the two maids beside him had her face flushed and kept her head down in silence, while the other had a slightly red face but remained expressionless. Both of them looked at Jiang Feng's crotch with surprise and curiosity in their eyes. Jiang Feng could only awkwardly squeeze his legs together and said with a dry laugh,

"Your Highness, this is..."

"Wait a minute, let me take another look."

After speaking, Prince Luo reached out and took the relic from Jiang Feng's hand. Jiang Feng's genitals quickly disappeared, and the prince placed the relic back in his palm. He then stood up instantly, took it, disappeared it, put it down, and stood up again, repeating this several times.

"It's quite fun."

"Your Highness!"

Jiang Feng cried out, both amused and exasperated. His genitals had become someone else's toy, and two beautiful women beside him were blushing and trying to suppress their laughter, staring intently at him. The feeling was indescribably unpleasant, yet he couldn't express it.

"Ahem, ahem, sorry, sorry, because it was so much fun… no, because the situation was so serious, I tried it a few more times."

Prince Luo coughed a few times, then suddenly pointed upwards and said,

"What's that?"

"What?"

Without hesitation, Jiang Feng looked up in the direction Prince Luo was pointing and asked. At the same time, Prince Luo suddenly picked up the relic and threw it into Jiang Feng's mouth. By the time Jiang Feng realized what was happening, the relic was already swallowed.

Just as Jiang Feng was stunned, Luo Wang instantly moved behind him, pressing down on his lower back with one hand, and said,

"Quiet, don't move!"

His voice was deep and authoritative, forcing Jiang Feng to obey. He then felt a chill enter his lower back, and the relic he had swallowed began to heat up, like the warmth he had just held in his hand. As the chill spread throughout his body, the heat followed, chasing after the chill until it replaced the chill and filled his entire body, making Jiang Feng feel uncomfortably hot.

After nearly a quarter of an hour, Jiang Feng felt the heat gradually dissipate, and suddenly felt extremely tired. His vision went black, and he fainted. The two female servants beside him quickly supported him. Luo Wang also withdrew his hand, sat back in his original position, his fat face covered in sweat, and picked up a teacup to gulp down tea.

"Your Highness?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

To the maid's concerned inquiry, Prince Luo simply shook his head, looked at the unconscious Jiang Feng, took a sip of tea, and said,

"Fate, it's all fate."

When Jiang Feng regained consciousness, he found himself lying in bed. As he sat up, he was suddenly struck by his abundant energy. The weakness and heaviness he had felt over the past few months vanished like a nightmare. He felt refreshed and invigorated, much to his delight.

"Awake?"

Just as Jiang Feng was filled with joy, Prince Luo's calm voice rang out. Prince Luo sat at the table, looking at Jiang Feng with complex emotions in his eyes.

"Your Highness..."

Jiang Feng began to ask, but his mouth opened and he couldn't come up with a coherent answer. In the end, he met Luo Wang's gaze in silence. Luo Wang looked at him for a while before sighing and saying,

"Let me tell you the origin of this relic. Master Chekhov was a great master from Mancheng in the Western Frontier two hundred years ago. He became a monk at the age of five, achieved enlightenment at twenty, and at the age of thirty, he devoted himself to the study of 'Joyful Zen' until his death on his one hundred and eightth birthday." "

'Joyful Zen'?"

Jiang Feng asked curiously upon hearing the name. Luo Wang simply nodded and continued,

"Everything in the world has two sides, and the art of replenishing yin and yang is no exception. Whether you replenish yin or replenish yang, the way to achieve yin-yang balance is the righteous path, while the opposite is the evil path. 'Joyful Zen' is the foremost among the righteous methods of replenishing yin and yang." "

Is there a distinction between righteous and evil in the art of 'absorbing and replenishing'?"

Jiang Feng asked curiously upon hearing Luo Wang's words. Luo Wang smiled and nodded, saying,

"Of course. The art of 'absorbing and replenishing' simply means taking the yin and yang of others to make up for one's own deficiencies. Those who practice the Lesser Vehicle only absorb without replenishing. The person being absorbed will perish due to the depletion of their own yin and yang essence. The absorber, however, only absorbs without transforming. Although they may gain great benefits in the early stages, they will gradually accumulate too much yin and yang essence from others, causing intractable problems and eventually making it difficult to progress. This is the method used by most lewd thieves in the martial arts world." "

Those who practice the Greater Vehicle release their own essence while absorbing yin and yang essence. Yin and yang are harmonized, and the impurities are eliminated. Both men and women will benefit from this. Progress is very slow in the early stages, but the benefits are like the growth of a tree, only advancing and never retreating. In the later stages, the results are astonishing. It is not just empty talk to seek the Dao and become an immortal. The Daoist 'Great Method of Yin and Yang Unity' and the Buddhist 'Joyful Meditation' are all examples of this." Hearing Luo

Wang explain the art of replenishing yang through yin-yang cultivation in such detail, Jiang Feng was dumbfounded. He was fascinated by the secret methods of "Joyful Zen" and didn't even notice why Luo Wang was so knowledgeable about the affairs of the martial world.

"Those who practice 'Joyful Zen' can comprehend the ultimate principles of heaven and earth through the union of men and women and the fusion of yin and yang. At the highest level, they can even use men and women as their bodies, naturally absorbing the spirit of all things in heaven and earth, and thus attain immortality. It's a pity that this divine skill has been lost since Master Chekedafu achieved enlightenment."

As he said this, Luo Wang's eyes shone with deep regret. For some reason, Jiang Feng suddenly felt that the obese Luo Wang in front of him no longer had the vulgar and playful feeling he used to have. Instead, he had become unfathomable, making it difficult for Jiang Feng to look away.

Ignoring Jiang Feng's confusion, King Luo shook his head and continued,

"When Master Cheddarev passed away, he left behind seven relics. After years of war, five of them were preserved in a Buddhist temple in Mancheng, while the other two were lost elsewhere." "

I spent ten years searching and finally obtained this relic half a year ago. I just had you swallow it, hoping to use its miraculous effects to restore your depleted yang energy. I never expected..."

King Luo glanced at Jiang Feng and couldn't help but sigh again.

"Your constitution is so strange that you absorbed the relic instantly. Now the entire relic's miraculous effects have filled your body. A precious treasure is gone just like that. It's truly a pity..."

King Luo looked at Jiang Feng with a mournful expression at the last sentence, which frightened Jiang Feng so much that he didn't know what to say. Seeing Jiang Feng's frightened appearance, King Luo couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, don't be so scared, I was just trying to scare you. I have no use for that relic in my possession. It's your destiny that you can use it."

"Your Highness..."

Having been tricked by Prince Luo, Jiang Feng could only respond with a wry smile. After laughing for a while, Prince Luo said softly,

"Master Chekhov's nearly sixty years of cultivation is concentrated in these seven relics. During his lifetime, the master studied the art of 'Joyful Meditation,' so the relics he left behind naturally have miraculous effects on them. From now on, unless you release your primordial yang, you will no longer have to worry about being drained of your essence."

"Is it really that effective?"

Jiang Feng exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this, while Prince Luo gave a displeased snort.

"Do I need to lie to you?"

"Yes, Xiao Feng was rude, please forgive me, Your Highness."

King Luo snorted again. In truth, the miraculous effects of the relic were far more than that; to explain them in detail would be incredibly complicated. Even though King Luo was learned in ancient and modern times, he was not entirely clear on the matter. Therefore, he would leave it for later to avoid making a fool of himself later.

"Xiao Feng, do you know where your master lives?"

"I don't know. My master appears in Xiao Feng's room every other night and then leaves on his own in the early morning."

"Oh..."

After hearing Jiang Feng's words, King Luo fell into deep thought. After a moment, he looked up at Jiang Feng and said:

"It's getting late, you should go back to your residence."

"Huh?"

Hearing Prince Luo's words, Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment. Thinking that he would see Nalan Rou again after returning to his residence, he couldn't help but feel worried. But when he thought of the wonderful taste brought by that alluring body, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

As if seeing through Jiang Feng's thoughts, Prince Luo said with a strange smile:

"Don't worry, I said that unless you know how to release your own yang energy, no one in the world can extract your essence. At least, it's not up to that girl Nalan Rou."

"Does Your Highness know Master?"

Hearing the disdain in Prince Luo's tone towards Nalan Rou, Jiang Feng asked in surprise. But Prince Luo did not answer. Instead, he looked up at Jiang Feng's eyes. Suddenly, his small eyes flashed with a strange light. Jiang Feng's body trembled, and his entire consciousness disappeared without a trace. He stared blankly at Prince Luo.

"Heh, heh, heh... Dare to provoke me? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget..."

Looking at the stunned Jiang Feng, Prince Luo smiled wickedly, his eyes gleaming with evil light as he slowly approached Jiang Feng...

*

After Jiang Feng's men left Prince Luo's residence, a tall, muscular black figure suddenly darted out, quickly catching up with Jiang Feng's group and following them all the way back to Shuntian Prefecture. None of the well-trained guards around Jiang Feng noticed.

After confirming that Jiang Feng had entered Shuntian Prefecture, the black-clad figure carefully moved to the back wall of Shuntian Prefecture. After confirming that no one was around, he leaped over the wall and arrived at Jiang Feng's bedroom without stopping, just in time to hear Jiang Feng exclaim in surprise.

"Master!"

The black-clad figure was startled, and then a woman's voice came from inside the room.

"Luo'er, why are you back so late?"

The tone was kind, but the voice was cold and arrogant. Jiang Feng quickly replied,

"Please forgive me, Master. Prince Luo saw that I was unwell and kept me at his residence overnight. He gave me some medicine, which is why I was delayed."

"Oh..."

Hearing this, the man in black understood the situation and breathed a sigh of relief. He leaped onto the roof and lifted a tile, revealing Jiang Feng standing respectfully before the bed, where a naked woman lay on her side. Upon

closer inspection, she had delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows, slender eyes, a pointed chin, and thin lips. Her appearance alone gave her a fragile and delicate air, but the coldness in her expression conveyed a sense of ruthlessness.

Although she was lying on her side, it accentuated her slender figure. Her breasts were full and firm, and beneath her smooth belly, between her dark, glossy pubic hair, tender petals were faintly visible. Although her body made no movement, she exuded an aura that could ignite a man's wild desire.

The woman was none other than Jiang Feng's master, Nalan Rou. She appeared to be in her early twenties, but had been famous for thirty years, known in the martial arts world as "Ice-Hearted Beauty with Frosty Skin." "Ice-Heart" referred to her ruthless beauty and methods, while "Frosty Skin" referred to her jade-like skin

, cultivated through her mastery of Yin-Yang techniques. Through years of arduous training, Nalan Rou's skin was not only as white as snow but also crystal smooth and delicate, like that of a baby. Countless men were willing to give anything just to touch that beautiful skin and spend a passionate night with it.

Although she was currently naked, her cold, icy face conveyed a sense of seriousness, yet also a yearning to break through that icy barrier. At this moment, Nalan Rou seemed to be pondering something; her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her slender fingers gently caressed her soft lips. Her shrewd face and adorable movements created an eerie harmony.

"Years have passed, and this girl's seductive skills have only deepened."

Looking at Nalan Rou, the man in black thought to himself. Looking back at Jiang Feng, although he appeared respectful, his eyes were filled with undisguised desire as he stared at Nalan Rou. Seeing Jiang Feng's expression, the man in black thought again,

"This kid was right. He's barely recovered and his lust has returned. He shows no fear whatsoever. With careful guidance, he'll surely become a fine gem."

The man in black thought this, unaware that Jiang Feng had other thoughts.

Initially, Jiang Feng was captivated by Nalan Rou's aloof demeanor, and later learned bedroom arts from her. He held Nalan Rou's body in high esteem, practically regarding her as a goddess. However, after the Prince of Luo exposed Nalan Rou's insidious behavior, Jiang Feng's awe of her crumbled.

Upon seeing Nalan Rou again, Jiang Feng looked at her with the same eyes one would use to look at a woman, and the allure he felt was even stronger than usual. His body felt a surge of heat, and if it weren't for his lingering fear of Nalan Rou's methods, Jiang Feng would have already pounced on her. However, his eyes were completely fixed on Nalan Rou's naked body, his mind constantly imagining the sensations of playing with her flesh.

Meanwhile, Nalan Rou was filled with puzzlement. Jiang Feng had clearly shown signs of yin deficiency the day before, so why was he so full of vigor again after just one night?

Judging from his complexion, he could even be described as having abundant true energy. But then she thought, the royal family possessed countless secret treasures, and the Prince of Luo was also a mysterious figure in the martial arts world. Perhaps there really was some kind of elixir that could replenish Jiang Feng's depleted yang energy.

Nalan Rou was originally a disciple of the Yin Tao Sect, one of the three major forces in the Demonic Sect. She was hunted down by the Yin Tao Sect for secretly stealing the "Yang Seed" cultivated by their sect leader for training. If it weren't for Jiang Feng's help that day, Nalan Rou would have been captured and tortured to death. Since then, she had been hiding in Shuntian Prefecture, recuperating from her injuries and evading pursuit.

However, Nalan Rou had no good intentions in taking Jiang Feng as her disciple; she simply wanted to use his youthful Yang energy to heal her injuries and hide in Shuntian Prefecture to avoid being hunted down. Originally, she planned to absorb all of Jiang Feng's Yang energy that night and then leave the capital. Now that Jiang Feng had recovered, she was naturally happy to stay a little longer.

Having made up her mind, Nalan Rou looked up and met Jiang Feng's burning gaze. This was the first time in a year that her disciple had looked at her with such intense intensity, and she felt an urge to cover herself—a reaction she had never experienced since learning the art of seduction.

Suppressing her surprise, Nalan Rou swallowed hard, her hands and feet unconsciously covering her chest and abdomen to block Jiang Feng's view. Her tone softened as she said seductively,

"Feng'er, do you want your master's body?"

Seeing Nalan Rou's actions and hearing her seductive tone, Jiang Feng's head burned. A voice inside him urged him to embrace the woman before him, to conquer and ravage her with all his might—thoughts he had never considered before.

Urged on by that voice, Jiang Feng abandoned his admiration and awe for Nalan Rou, his heart filled only with lust. Without answering, he ripped open his shirt and strode to Nalan Rou.

Seeing Jiang Feng's unusual behavior, Nalan Rou was surprised and about to get up when Jiang Feng suddenly grabbed her hair and, before she could cry out in pain, lowered his head and kissed her small mouth.

Enraged by Jiang Feng's rough treatment, Nalan Rou was about to lash out when a surge of hot yang energy emanated from Jiang Feng's mouth, continuously flowing into Nalan Rou's body through her lips. Attracted by the yang energy, Nalan Rou's yin energy aroused her desire. Nalan Rou groaned, her anger vanishing instantly, feeling as if her entire body was being melted by the heat, causing her to respond wildly to Jiang Feng's roughness.

Jiang Feng grabbed Nalan Rou's hair, sucking on her delicate tongue while continuously feeding her saliva into her mouth, half-forcefully compelling her to swallow his saliva. Nalan Rou showed no resistance or disgust; instead, she willingly swallowed the saliva Jiang Feng offered, a look of ecstasy on her face.

After a passionate kiss, Jiang Feng released the limp Nalan Rou, roughly tearing off his remaining clothes and pinning her down. Completely powerless, Nalan Rou neither could nor wanted to resist, only watching Jiang Feng's actions with confusion. She realized that this disciple, who had been at her mercy for the past year, possessed a strange strength today that she couldn't resist.

Stripped naked, Jiang Feng looked at Nalan Rou sprawled on top of him, his eyes revealing obvious desire. Meeting his gaze, Nalan Rou involuntarily felt fear, yet within that fear mingled with anticipation—an inexplicable thing for Nalan Rou, who had cultivated seductive arts for many years.

Nalan Rou's cultivation technique, "Ice Purity Technique," emphasizes outward movement while maintaining inner focus. Even when facing a top-tier master, Nalan Rou shouldn't experience any emotional fluctuations. However, she completely broke down under Jiang Feng's gaze, causing her to panic slightly.

The black-clad man outside the scene observed everything and was also slightly surprised by this phenomenon.

"Strange, Xiao Feng doesn't usually possess such power. Could it be the miraculous effect of the relic?"

Ignoring the black-clad man and Nalan Rou's panic, Jiang Feng felt his body burning hot. His instinctive reaction told him that only his beautiful master could help him. As for why he knew such things, he completely disregarded it.

His index finger slid up Nalan Rou's jade-like neck, hooking her delicate chin. Their eyes met, and Nalan Rou felt a desire to avoid him, but she was powerless to shake off Jiang Feng's finger.

Seeing Nalan Rou's appearance, Jiang Feng's last remaining fear of her vanished. He skillfully parted Nalan Rou's legs and pressed down on her amidst her seductive moans.

The man in black on the rooftop watched silently for a long time before carefully covering the roof with tiles, a smile in his eyes, before disappearing amidst Nalan Rou's increasingly loud moans.

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