Turbulent Times, Volumes 1-6, Chapter 2... To be continued (Simplified Chinese)

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The first volume of "Turbulent Times and Turbulent Love," titled "The
Storm Is Coming,
" describes a dramatic scene where raging flames greedily devour a small village in the southern part of the Yanhuang Empire. Even under the blazing sun, the agonizing cries of agony were enough to transport one to a ghostly realm.
The village was littered with the mutilated corpses of men and the bruised, scratched bodies of women, clearly victims of rape. The flames consumed their bodies, emitting a stench. A group of people, alerted by the blazing inferno, rushed to the scene upon seeing the towering flames.
They tried to intervene, but it was futile. Watching their fellow villagers perish in the fire, a middle-aged man with a long beard, wearing a red headscarf and a Taoist robe, silently shed tears.
"Master! When the people in our village couldn't pay their taxes, the soldiers came and looted our grain. That was our lifeline! We fought desperately to protect it, but the government accused us of treason and unleashed their troops to massacre us. Of the more than three hundred villagers, only a few of us survived..." A dozen or so survivors, their faces covered in blood, wept as they recounted their story.
The middle-aged man with the long beard, known as "Master," seemed oblivious, only staring at the still-burning flames before him. He said in a pained voice, "I'm too late. This blood-scarce tax, this unjust court, this incompetent emperor—how many more must die before they're satisfied? Are they trying to force us to rebel against heaven?!" He looked up to the sky and sighed, tears streaming down his face.
This year marked the three hundredth anniversary of the founding of the Yanhuang Kingdom. After so many years of trials and tribulations, this ancient empire was finally heading towards its end amidst internal and external troubles.
The reigning emperor was Emperor Shenzong Long Zhengtian. This emperor lacked both the brilliance and martial prowess of the founding emperor, Emperor Wu, and the political acumen of Emperor Wen, who brought about the empire's restoration. However, he was arrogant and ambitious. To demonstrate that he was no less brilliant than these two most brilliant emperors in the empire's history, he disregarded the decline of the nation's power and the threats from powerful neighbors to the west and north, and insisted on launching an attack on the eastern island nation of Xieluzhi.
Five years earlier, the first expedition of 100,000 troops had been completely lost at sea by the "divine winds prayed for" by the people of Xieluzhi. This year, a new expedition finally landed on the island nation's territory. Unexpectedly, however, they were bogged down in a quagmire, making little progress.
The first expedition five years ago had exhausted the national treasury's reserves. Now, to sustain the war, taxes had even been pre-collected for the grandchildren of the people. Coupled with three consecutive years of drought, the populace was already filled with resentment. A raging fire capable of destroying this seemingly powerful empire was brewing.
The middle-aged man who roared to the sky was named Gao Xiang. Originally a low-ranking official, he lamented the increasing corruption of the court and thus entered the Taoist sect to live a secluded life of cultivation. Several years ago, his master said that his worldly ties were not yet severed and that he had the talent to save the world and its people, so he sent him down the mountain.
After leaving the Taoist sect, Gao Xiang practiced medicine and saved lives while founding the "Taiping Tiandao" (Way of Great Peace). This way was created by Gao Xiang combining the Taoist sect's doctrines of tranquility, non-action, and peace of mind with his own ideals to create a blueprint for a "paradise on earth." Because the southern region of the empire had suffered from years of drought and the people were living in misery, they turned to the Taiping Tiandao for spiritual support, and thus, in just a few years, it developed into a large religion with hundreds of thousands of members.
"Master! The court really doesn't want us to live. These kind people are being massacred just because they can't pay taxes. How can you expect such an emperor to improve the lives of the people? If we don't rise up, how can we protect these people who love you?" said a burly man behind Gao Xiang. This man was tall and strong, and he looked like a master of combat.
"Alas... but..."
"The Great Protector is right, Godfather! It's time. The court is so corrupt now, and the current emperor doesn't know the suffering of the people. If we want to build a true paradise on earth, we must use our own hands to overthrow this court that eats people without spitting out the bones!" Suddenly, the believers behind Gao Xiang parted to the sides, and a woman came gracefully. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down, and she wore a cloth dress, but the hem of the dress was tied at the ankle with two elastic bands. Her beautiful face was completely different from the one called the Great Protector.
"Ni Chang, even you... Aren't you trying to make me a sinner for all time? Don't you know what Master warned me back then?"
"Father! How could someone who knows nothing of human suffering and lives a secluded life in the mountains understand the current situation? Father! Do you still remember your ideals when you were preaching in various places? Do you still remember why everyone followed you? Wasn't it to realize the dream of people living a life of plenty, free from war? What happened to your ideals? Look at these scattered corpses, and look at your cowardly self now! Have you done right by these people?!"
The woman's expression was so agitated that she no longer cared whether the person before her was her father. She used an almost accusatory tone, and after speaking, she looked around again, finally fixing her gaze on her father, as if demanding a decision from him immediately.
Gao Xiang remained silent. At this moment, everyone present focused their attention on him, the atmosphere extremely heavy.
Alas... what should I do? Master, if you were here, would you understand your disciple's predicament? How could I bear to see more and more tragedies like this? But… if… wouldn’t that violate the
ancestral precepts of our Xuanmen sect? A long silence followed… Finally, as if making an extremely painful choice, Gao Xiang’s eyes revealed a pained yet resolute look, and he slowly shouted, “Fine! Since the emperor doesn’t cherish the people and treats them like straw dogs, then let me lead you to overthrow this court that even Heaven hates!” At that moment, the sky suddenly changed drastically; dark clouds filled the sky, and lightning
flashed and thunder roared…
********** ... Thanks to the protection of the Nanling Mountains, the severe drought in the north did not reach this area. Although they also suffered from the tripled pre-levied taxes imposed by the imperial court, compared to the cannibalistic conditions in some northern regions, the people here lived a relatively prosperous life. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning ripped through the clear sky, and in the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered, with lightning roaring and churning among the clouds like dragons emerging from murky seawater. On a small hill, a man and a woman, an old man and a young woman, stood quietly. The white-bearded old man in front, dressed in a plain Taoist robe, gazed at the sky thoughtfully. Behind him stood a beautiful young woman, her fair skin appearing even more delicate and flawless against her unusually long, fiery red hair. Her unadorned face radiated an ethereal beauty, like a fairy descended to earth. A long, snow-white dress covered her slender lower body, revealing only a pair of embroidered boots. Her equally white upper garment parted at the chest, revealing a portion of a red bodice beneath her snow-white shoulders. Two silver ribbons, completely detached from the bodice, flowed in the wind along with her fiery red hair, creating a graceful and serene effect. "Master, the heavens have changed..." the red-haired girl gently reminded him. "...It should change...shouldn't our Xuanmen also change with it?" the old man pondered. This old man was Gao Xiang's master, the head of the Xuanmen sect. The girl behind him was his other closed-door disciple, Sima Fuyun, the sect leader of the Xuanzong branch of the Xuanmen. The Xuanmen was an ancient sect, existing for over a hundred years even before the empire's unification. It was designated the state religion for assisting Emperor Wu in unifying the world with its magic and mechanisms. Today, its followers and religious sites are scattered throughout the land. The Xuanmen originally comprised four sects: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Among them, the Heavenly Sect is the Sword Sect, said to have been founded by the wife of the founder. It incorporated the Five Elements techniques of the Xuanmen (Mysterious Gate) into its swordplay, creating the Five Elements Sword Technique, whose power was unparalleled. However, this sword technique was extremely difficult to master and was thus lost long ago. Therefore, the Xuanmen (Mysterious Gate) now actually consists of only three sects. The Mysterious Sect is the Law Sect, holding the highest status and having the fewest disciples. Mysterious Sect disciples primarily use zithers, pens, talismans, and other mysterious instruments to study various magical arts.

The Earth Sect is a guardian sect with many disciples. They study only basic spells and practice Xuanmen martial arts, and generally serve as guards in Xuanmen temples and monasteries throughout the land.
The Yellow Sect has the most disciples. Yellow Sect disciples are also taught basic Xuanmen spells, and mainly study medicine, the manufacture of Qimen mechanisms, and alchemy.
"What? Master?" The girl seemed not to understand the old man's meaning.
"Nothing..." The old man sighed again, "By the way, Fuyun, a few days ago you accompanied your father to the capital to meet the emperor. You must have seen a lot along the way. Did you gain any insights?" The red-haired girl also had another identity: the daughter of a king in this thousand-mile-long Lingnan region—the Princess of Lingnan.
Hundreds of years ago, Lingnan was a desolate land. Later, Sima Xiong, a general of the Southern Chu Kingdom, led his troops across the mountains and subdued the local mountain people, bringing them under the rule of the Chu Kingdom. The Sima family then became the Marquis of Lingnan of the Chu Kingdom. Later, the Yan and Huang kingdoms in the north formed an alliance through marriage. After Emperor Wu ascended the throne, they merged into the Yanhuang Empire. He marched south to attack Chu, but before he could send troops to Lingnan, Chu had already fallen. The Yanhuang army attempted to attack Lingnan several times, but each time they failed due to the high mountains and treacherous roads. Later, the world was unified, except for Lingnan. Emperor Wu offered them surrender, agreeing to three conditions: no stationing troops, no sending hostages, and no appointing officials. The Sima clan surrendered, and Emperor Wu appointed them Kings of Lingnan to defend the borders and protect the southwestern mountain tribes.
"This disciple dares not speak..."
"Speak."
"Yes...this disciple feels...our Xuanmen...is deeply sinful..."
"Why?" The old man showed no displeasure, only asking.
"The current emperor is ambitious and disregards the lives of the people. Even in this year of severe drought, he still conscripts soldiers for war.
This world is now a world where people eat each other to survive, become rich, noble, and even king! The royal family is well-fed but idle all day, while the people toil day and night yet often starve to death. Such a huge gap between rich and poor should never have been acceptable to the people. But an authority tells them, 'This is the arrangement of Heaven. People must follow the will of Heaven to have good fortune in the future.' And this authority, Master, is our Xuanmen!"
"You are right..." The old man was not angry but rather looked pleased. "I never thought that my entire life's study could not compare to your enlightenment in a few months. Now I can rest assured." The old man turned around and said, "Extend your hand." Then, he handed a dragon-shaped ring to the girl.
"Master... this..." The girl understood the meaning of the ring and asked in fear.
"I have decided to retire to the mountains and forests, no longer concerning myself with worldly affairs. The responsibility of leading the Xuanmen sect will now fall solely on your shoulders."
"But... Master... I am still young, I'm afraid..."
"It's not that you are too young, it's that your master is too old. Knowing full well that the heavens should change, I still cling to the teachings of our ancestors, harming the people..." The old man said, turning and walking away. "Remember, in our Xuanmen, everything must be in accordance with the heavens, but we must follow the principles of heaven, not the temporary heavens..."
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Besides Lingnan, there is another kingdom within a kingdom in the Yanhuang Kingdom, the thirteen states of Liangyun in the western border. This land is fertile and has long been known as the "Land of Abundance," but it is surrounded by powerful enemies: the ancient Lan to the north, the orcish territory to the west, and the mountain barbarians to the south. Therefore, it has always been a place of frequent warfare.
After the founding of the Yanhuang Kingdom, Emperor Wu dispatched his trusted general Lin Biao (hehe...) with 300,000 troops to garrison this area. He repeatedly defeated the orcs, achieving remarkable military exploits. Later, the Lin family was enfeoffed as the Prince of Zhenxi, hereditarily guarding
this territory. They had the authority to make independent decisions on all military and political affairs in the thirteen western prefectures, and all taxes and grain within their jurisdiction were exempt from payment, being used locally for military supplies. Although they suffered from drought, the area remained relatively stable due to the exemption from taxes to the court.
On the Imperial Mausoleum Mountain within Liangzhou, a man and a woman stood facing each other, swords drawn.
The man appeared to be around twenty years old, dressed in luxurious clothes, clearly from a noble family. Indeed, the young man was the second son of Prince Zhenxi, Lin Xingchen, but his surname was not Lin; his given name was Zi Teng. Many rumors circulated about him; some said he was the adopted son of the Prince of Zhenxi, while others claimed he was the illegitimate son of one of the Prince's wives. In any case, one thing seemed certain: he and Lin Xingchen appeared to have no direct blood relation.
Wisteria held a heavy sword, its blade broad and blunt, gleaming with a cold, bluish-black light. The blade and hilt were seamlessly integrated, as if forged from a single piece of black iron. He slightly hunched his body, adopting a defensive stance, yet his gaze towards the woman was anything but hostile.
The woman appeared to be in her late twenties, with waist-length silver hair, a fair, oval face, and unusually alluring purple eyes and lips. A narrow black bodice and two separate long sleeves revealed a large expanse of fair, smooth skin on her upper body, except for her chest, further emphasizing her slender waist and high, firm breasts. Her lower body was clad in a similarly black, narrow skirt and knee-high boots, completely concealing her long legs, with only occasional glimpses of her strong, sexy thighs peeking out from the openings in her skirt as the breeze blew.
The woman gazed at the boy before her, her eyes devoid of any hostile intent. With her left hand, she slung a strangely shaped weapon over her shoulder. The weapon resembled both a sword and a knife, its blade a dazzling golden yellow, one side serrated, giving it the appearance of a burning flame.
A moment later, the woman in black moved. Her movements were swift and elegant, like a skilled dancer performing at breakneck speed, yet maintaining the grace and nobility of dance. The flame-shaped weapon's blade left a silver trail as it sliced through the air, the trail carrying a soft yet chilling aura, completely opposite to the weapon's fiery appearance, like the cold air emanating from a thousand-year-old icy spring.
Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and combined with the woman's movements, lifted her tight skirt. To Zi Teng's surprise, he discovered that beneath the skirt was nothing—his pubic hair, also silvery-white, was faintly visible, causing him to freeze in shock. Only when the woman thrust her sword forward, unleashing a series of gentle yet deadly sword energies like rippling water, did he realize what was happening. He leaped into the air and swung his sword at the ground. The recoil from the impact of the sword energy lifted him high into the air. Looking down, he saw the wave-like sword energy obliterating the rocks where he had just stood. Zi Teng couldn't help but scoff, "No way? Is she serious?!"
Zi Teng immediately retaliated, also "dancing" with her sword in mid-air. Her movements were quite similar to the woman in black, only swiftly becoming sluggish, elegant becoming clumsy—perhaps only the dance of a rhinoceros and a hippopotamus could resemble this. It wasn't until he landed that he completed his movements, taking more than three times longer than the woman. He swung his sword, creating streaks of fiery red sword light in front of him, waves of sword energy flying out. But unlike the woman in black, Zi Teng's sword energy was scorching hot, as if it would boil the air.
The woman smiled easily, neither dodging nor flinching. She spun her flame-shaped weapon once in her hand before plunging it into the ground. With a muffled thud, a row of transparent giant swords, seemingly made of crystal, rose from the ground, forming a wall of swords to protect her. The scorching sword energy collided with the sword wall, sending sparks flying. In the explosion, the sword energy was completely blocked, and several "crystal swords" in the middle of the sword wall were shattered into pieces. When the smoke and dust cleared, Zi Teng was no longer in front of the woman. She reflexively looked up, but was blinded by a golden flash.
"Clever..." the woman said with a hint of approval, "but not enough..." She slashed her flame-shaped weapon past her eyes, and the wall of swords that had been standing on the ground flew up, blocking her from the golden light. The golden light drew closer, revealing its true form: three golden sword-shaped energies. A crisp collision rang out as the golden sword energies shattered against the layers of sword walls, and most of the "crystal swords" that made up the wall were severed. After the golden light disappeared, a lithe figure swung down with a sword, but the remaining "crystal swords" instantly separated. Only then did Zi Teng realize that the woman was no longer beneath the sword wall.
Before he could react after landing, the remaining sword wall had quickly surrounded him completely.
"Could it be..." A sense of foreboding welled up in Zi Teng's heart. She looked up and saw a bolt of lightning strike down from the sky. "Sure enough..." Then came a thunderclap mixed with a mournful scream...
Half an hour later, Zi Teng, who smelled slightly of burnt meat, slunk behind the woman and walked towards a courtyard in the mountains.
"Master, you're really something, always using things I don't know to bully me..." He muttered with some dissatisfaction as he tidied his hair, which had stood up because of being struck by lightning.
"Bullying?" The woman in black turned her head and gave her a disdainful look. "If that were a real fight, as long as the opponent was a top expert, you..."
"I would already be dead, right? You always say that about me. Am I really that bad?" Zi Teng impatiently interrupted. "No matter what, I've already mastered the metal and fire energies. When did Master teach me the rest?"
"Mastered? You're still a long way off." The woman turned around and gently tapped Zi Teng's forehead. "Next time you make a move, please find a mirror and look at yourself. Your movements are as awkward as a clumsy dancer!"
"Really? It's not that bad, is it?"
"More or less..."
"There's no reason for that. Even Yueya'er's moves are quite beautiful. You also said that my skill is deeper than hers, so why am I so clumsy?"
"Firstly, Yueya'er is a girl, so it's natural that her movements are more beautiful than yours. Secondly, she practiced the Jade Maiden Skill, and the Lotus Heart Sutra can accelerate the circulation of internal energy in the body."
"Then why don't you teach me the Jade Maiden Skill?"
"Nonsense!" Zi Teng was hit on the forehead again, this time with the hilt of a sword. "Practicing the Jade Maiden Skill requires a pure Yin body, and you're not a girl..." Suddenly, as if she had thought of something ridiculous, the woman revealed a clearly malicious smile. "Or... do you want to cut off your own thing down there? If you can't bring yourself to do it, your teacher can help you."
"Ah? No, no, no, no need... I don't have that idea..." Zi Teng subconsciously covered her manhood, looking ridiculous.
"I thought so too..." The woman turned and continued walking forward. Zi Teng breathed a sigh of relief. "But speaking of which, you really are a martial arts prodigy. You've mastered both metal and fire energies in just ten years. Someone without the right aptitude wouldn't be able to master even two in a lifetime." "Is it
really that difficult?"
"It's difficult only in terms of mastering more than two at the same time. Because the Five Elements Sword Qi originates from the Xuanmen Five Elements Incantation, the Five Elements are divided into two extremes. Metal and fire energies are extremely strong and yang, making them more suitable for male practitioners; water and wood energies are extremely yin and soft, making them suitable for female practitioners; earth is moderate, and although it doesn't involve the extremes, it's the most difficult to comprehend." "
Even according to this, both men and women should be able to cultivate at least two..."
"I haven't finished yet..."
"Ah?!" The woman turned around again, and a serrated blade suddenly rested on Zi Teng's forehead, startling him so much that he swallowed back all the words he hadn't finished saying.
"I hate it when people interrupt me. The Five Elements are not only divided into two poles, but also cyclical and mutually restraining. Metal breaks wood, wood cracks earth, earth covers water, water extinguishes fire, and fire melts metal. Cultivating them simultaneously is as difficult as putting a cat and a mouse together and not letting the cat eat the mouse, understand? Even the most talented person needs decades of dedicated cultivation to accumulate sufficient internal energy to master more than two at the same time. If it were that easy, the once-great Heavenly Sect wouldn't be a mere shell of its former self now." "
I see..." Zi Teng seemed to deflate like a punctured balloon. Decades... What a joke! Wait... decades? Zi Teng suddenly had a terrible feeling. "Master, you're proficient in all five, how many years have you cultivated?"
"You don't need to know that... Anyway..." The woman seemed to recall some sad past, her voice sounding somewhat desolate, "No one would believe me even if I told them..." "
..." Zi Teng wanted to ask something more, but in the end, she didn't speak. Looking up, a young girl was skipping and hopping towards them from the courtyard.
"Master, Senior Brother..." The girl's long, strangely blue hair danced in the wind, and a joyful smile appeared on her beautiful face. Her thin trousers hugged her round, cute buttocks, which swayed slightly with the movement of her legs. Her full breasts, which seemed somewhat disproportionate to her petite body, rose and fell with her breath, making her look quite pleasing to the eye.
"Crescent Moon..." Zi Teng habitually opened his arms, and the girl's soft body bumped into his embrace. "Crescent Moon missed Senior Brother so much..." ...
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At
midnight, in the Zhenxi Prince's Mansion in Xiling City, Lin Xingchen was looking at the sand table in front of him with great ambition. Among the continuous mountains on the border, castles were either connected in a line or formed a triangular force, and a perfect defensive line was taking shape.
He examined each castle in turn, finally focusing on the only significant gap in the defensive line. In fact, although it wasn't yet on the sand table, a new castle was nearing completion there.
Outside, a servant was carrying tea, about to enter, when he was stopped by an elderly man dressed as a scholar.
"Strategist, you're still awake?" the servant asked with a smile.
"Yes, I can't sleep. I wanted to chat with His Highness," the old man replied, seemingly of high status, yet very gentle with his servants. "Give me this, you can go and rest." He then took the tea from the servant and went inside.
"Hmm, just put it over there," Lin Xingchen said, hearing footsteps. He assumed it was a servant bringing water and, without looking up, directly ordered, "Also, go see if the strategist is asleep."
"Your Highness, this old servant is still awake."
"Oh?" Lin Xingchen then realized, "Oh dear, strategist, please have a seat." The old man was the strategist of the Prince's mansion, having served two generations of the Prince of Zhenxi. He held a very high position in the western borderlands, and even the Prince of Zhenxi, Lin Xingchen, respected him as an elder brother.
"It seems Your Highness is in a good mood," the old man said with a smile as he sat down.
"Yes, the Xiling defense line is almost complete. Zi'er's integrated defense and the first step of the plan to lure and annihilate the enemy have been accomplished. I think I can see the day when the western borderlands are pacified." Lin Xingchen's tone was full of satisfaction.
"The Second Young Master is exceptionally wise and far-sighted; he is truly a brilliant strategist. With him around, this old man can finally retire to his hometown..."
"Alas... what are you saying, strategist? But... what a pity... if only he were my own son."
"Report!" Just as the two were chatting and laughing, a guard rushed in.
"What is it?"
"The scouts near the Ningyuan City construction site have spotted a large orc army crossing the border, estimated to be at least 80,000."
"They've come after all..." Lin Xingchen mused, seemingly having anticipated the current situation. "I didn't expect it to be so soon. I thought they would wait until after winter. They're really courting death, crossing the Gobi Desert in this freezing weather."
"It's not too surprising. Once Ningyuan City is completed, the main route for the orcs to advance eastward will be completely cut off by the Xiling defense line. It's understandable that they would fight desperately," the old man analyzed.
"But it's still faster than we estimated. We only have troops from four garrisons near the construction site, and even with the two additional cavalry sent this month, we only have 50,000 men. And this is semi-field warfare... It will take at least a week to prepare reinforcements to arrive. This is troublesome..."
"Your Highness need not worry. As the saying goes, it's not about the number of soldiers, but about their skillful deployment. Although our forces are insufficient, if we have a good general to command them, defeating the enemy will not be difficult." The old man said easily.
"Then, in the strategist's opinion, who is capable of this important task?"
"Hehe... Your Highness, you should know the answer in your heart," the old man laughed, "If we're talking about the ability to win with fewer troops, who else in my Zhenxi Prefecture could it be but the second young master?"
...
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At this time, in the courtyard of the Imperial Mausoleum Mountain, a room was still lit. The room was simply furnished. In the center was a wooden bed, next to which was a desk, and around it were rows of bookshelves filled with books. Each book was made of bamboo slips strung together. Paper had been widely used in China for over a hundred years, so these books were quite old.
At the desk in the center, Zi Teng was engrossed in reading a scroll. For the past ten years, he had spent three months here every year, not only studying martial arts with his master but also reading most of the books in the room.
From military affairs to politics, from astronomy to geography, these books covered almost all the knowledge he might need, many of which were ancient books that had been lost to time. Many times, he wondered why his master had so many ancient books, but he never asked, because he knew that even if he asked, his master would not answer.
The door creaked open, and the evening breeze blew in through the passage between the bookshelves and the doorway. A label attached to a scroll fluttered in the wind. If a royal library official saw this label, he would be astonished, because the image on the label indicated that these books belonged to the private collection of the unifying emperor of all time—Emperor Wu!
"Senior brother...you're still awake..." Crescent Moon entered the room, her petite body carrying a large quilt, looking incredibly cute. She spread the quilt out on the bed for Zi Teng. "Master said it's getting chilly, so he told me to add another quilt for you."
"Ouch..." As Crescent Moon bent down to tidy the quilt, Zi Teng unexpectedly slapped her cute little bottom. "Senior brother, you're so mean!" The girl stood up, pouting and acting coquettishly, but Zi
Teng seized the opportunity to pull her into his arms and kiss her pouting lips deeply. Crescent Moon's body went limp, letting Zi Teng lift her up and fall onto the thick quilt together, her cute little tongue responding with playful entanglement.
After a long while, their lips parted. "Did you miss me?" Zi Teng pulled the quilt over their intertwined bodies.
"Mmm..." Through her clothes, the girl's firm breasts pressed against his chest, her sweet breath tickling his neck. Nestled against his broad chest, the girl shyly closed her eyes.
"Where do you want it more? Here?" Wisteria's hand slipped inside the girl's loose nightgown, revealing a fullness most girls her age wouldn't dare dream of. After savoring her rounded breasts, his hand continued downwards. The girl's nightgown was a one-piece; lifting the hem, he saw the cleft between her legs was already damp. "Or here?"
"Ugh… Senior brother…" The girl's body trembled, her shoulders rising and falling slowly. Wisteria's hand felt her lower body become even wetter. "I want…" the girl moaned in a voice as if she were about to collapse.
"Want what?" Wisteria grinned mischievously, taking the girl's small hand and guiding it between her legs until her slender fingers softly grasped his throbbing penis. "Is it this?"
"Senior brother, you're bad…" The girl's cheeks flushed, her hand stroking the wondrous thing that had given her both pain and pleasure.
Wisteria continued his work, parting the girl's nightgown and pulling off the sleeves from her shoulders. The girl's last simple covering was gone. "Crescent Moon..." Wisteria called the girl's name, gently trying to grasp her breasts, but the girl's size was so astonishing that he could only gently lift the beautiful peaks.
"Ah...ya..." The girl's body was exceptionally sensitive; even the initial contact made her moan, naturally opening her legs to await his next move.
"Hmm..." The girl frowned, and Wisteria's already engorged penis slowly began to penetrate. The girl's vagina hadn't been opened for a long time, tight like untouched, snow-white virgin territory. "Ah...ha..." The penis finally entered completely, and the room echoed with the girl's painful cry.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Wisteria asked, kissing her forehead.
"It's been so long... so long... with my senior brother..." The girl hugged Zifeng tightly, her full breasts pressing against his broad chest, the soft flesh slightly deformed under the pressure. "I've waited for months, and finally... I can feel it again, the feeling of my senior brother inside me..."
"Want more? Want to feel it again?"
"Yes, the most intense kind..." the girl murmured, reaching out to hold Zifeng's head, pressing his face against her high chest.
With permission, Zifeng began to slowly thrust his hips, carefully pumping in and out. The girl's vagina tightly enveloped his penis, the tightness of the long-untouched valley making Zifeng feel incredibly comfortable.
"Ah... um... senior brother... a little harder... more... more intensely..." The slight pain from the initial discomfort had disappeared, replaced by a tingling sensation that penetrated to the bone. The girl's vagina began to undulate, the temperature gradually rising, and the lustful fluids increasing. Her body began to be tormented by the slight pleasure, and the most primal human desires made her demand more, faster, deeper...
"Then I won't hold back..." Zi Teng began to increase the force and speed, but he quickly found that this was not easy. The thick quilt protected their naked bodies from the chill of the night, but it also restricted his movements like heavy armor on a battlefield.
"What a nuisance!" Zi Teng said, somewhat annoyed. She threw the blanket off her body. Freed from restraint, a skilled swordsman could move like a shooting star, her body as swift as a swallow. Zi Teng, with her body fully extended, was like a machine running at full power, repeatedly withdrawing and thrusting her penis in with astonishing force. Each withdrawal stretched the walls of the girl's vaginal opening, causing it to fold open and spray fluid. Each thrust slammed heavily against the girl's soft clitoris, eliciting cries of ecstasy.
"Ah... God... Ugh... Ah..." The repeated impact on her clitoris left the girl panting and frantically twisting her waist to meet his thrusts. Her body trembled, whether from the lack of blankets to resist the night's chill or from Zi Teng's powerful attacks causing an involuntary reaction.
Zi Teng was also panting. The girl's pulsating vaginal walls, stimulated by his actions, fiercely resisted him. He felt no chill of the night; passion and bloodlust kept his body temperature rising.
Looking down, he saw the girl's large breasts swaying like a ship caught in a storm with each thrust. The sight of her undulating breasts excited him even more. He continued his movements, reaching out to grab those enormous breasts, mercilessly pinching, pulling, kneading, and shaking the elastic flesh. But no matter how much he abused them, the soft yet firm breasts always seemed to retain their original full and alluring shape, as if an indelible memory remained.
"Mmm...ah...I...hate..." A bio-current of slight pain in her chest and intense pleasure coursing through her body collided and mingled in her mind, an indescribable sensation causing Crescent Moon to let out sweet gasps.
"Ah...I can't take it...I'm going to die..." Finally, the girl's legs suddenly clamped tightly around Wisteria's waist with astonishing force. Wisteria felt the walls and folds surrounding his penis spasm, tightening more and more, the temperature rising, threatening to break his penis—a sign of female orgasm.
"Mmm..." The girl's legs clamped tighter and tighter, her vagina contracting more and more, making it almost impossible for the penis to move. Even Zifeng couldn't help but groan. His hands continued to exert force, squeezing her elastic breasts into strange shapes.
The girl's screams lasted for several minutes, then her tense legs parted weakly again. She breathed happily, contentedly letting Zifeng play with her full breasts.
"Can we do it again?" Having escaped the danger of being severed, the penis became restless again. Zifeng shifted his body, moving his mouth from the girl's cleavage to her ear.
"Mmm..." The girl acquiesced weakly. Although she was tired, she didn't want to spoil her senior brother's fun.
"Cough..." Suddenly, a cough came from outside the door, which wasn't closed properly. With a sudden burst of strength, Yueya, who had been limp, pushed Zifeng away, pulled the blanket over herself, and crawled inside. Both of them looked towards the door at the same time. "Master..."
The woman had changed out of her daytime black clothes, and her prominent nipples were faintly visible beneath her silk nightgown, instantly drawing Zi Teng's gaze: her master's size seemed smaller than Yue Ya'er's, but the shape was truly perfect…
"Young people are full of vigor, and matters between men and women are indispensable…" The woman didn't seem to notice her disciple's disrespectful gaze; she seemed to support their actions. "However, a little restraint is fine. Your junior sister's Jade Maiden Skill is not yet complete; once a day is harmless, but more than that will affect her cultivation." With that, she turned and left.
"…"
The two siblings on the bed looked at each other and smiled. "So Master already knew…" Zi Teng scratched his head, got up, and put his clothes back on.
"Senior brother, where are you going?" Yue Ya'er asked, peeking out from under the covers.
"Thinking of a way to resolve this…" Zi Teng smiled wryly, pointing to his bulging pants.
"I'm sorry..."
"It's nothing, your health is the most important thing..."
...
"Find a solution..."
Zi Teng now understood what it meant to talk without thinking. It was just the three of them, master and disciple, here; they weren't maids or servants from a royal palace who could be summoned at will. Saying this was easy, but doing it... worse still, he was starting to feel like his whole body was on fire. Not only was his mouth dry, but his skin was also turning red. He had experienced this before, several times when the women he served couldn't handle it, leaving him feeling awkward and unsatisfied. He didn't know why, only that when this happened, he usually needed to summon several maids to solve the problem. But now... he
unconsciously walked to the vicinity of the backyard. There was a hot spring in the courtyard, and the sound of rushing water could be heard. Could it be... his master was taking a bath? An irrepressible lust compelled Zi Teng to pull the door open a crack…
Upon seeing it, he felt his blood rush to his head and then to his groin. Full, bamboo-shoof-shaped breasts immediately came into view, their beauty undeniable even through the steam. A smooth abdomen, fair skin, a well-proportioned figure, long legs—everything was perfect, the most perfect state of a woman at her most beautiful.
He remembered ten years ago, when he first met his master. He was seven, and she looked twenty-seven or twenty-eight, the prime of a woman's life. Today, he was seventeen, yet his master still appeared to be at her most perfect, time seemingly immune to her. Amidst the excitement, his initial thoughts resurfaced. Perhaps his continued following of his master all these years stemmed more from a desire for that perfect body?
His breathing quickened, and he realized he was already naked. Desire and heat made him instinctively lean forward, pressing all his weight against the door.
Finally, the door collapsed under the weight, and the force of the thrust caused the somewhat dazed Wisteria to stumble and fall into the hot spring pool. He vaguely saw his master's astonished expression and wide-open mouth, and then felt his burning penis suddenly enter a wet space—due to the unconscious thrust, his penis had slid precisely into his master's surprised, open mouth.
"Slap!" His master, filled with shame and anger, slapped him to the ground, and his penis slid out of that alluring little mouth.
"Master…I…" This brought him back to some semblance of reason, and he was momentarily at a loss for words.
"You…" His master was about to reprimand him… She noticed that Zifeng's body was abnormally flushed, and she quickly grabbed his arm to take his pulse. "Your internal energy has turned into fire, and the fire is attacking your heart. Did you not ejaculate when you were with Yueya'er just now?!"
"Yes... because Yueya'er... already came..." Zifeng answered with difficulty, his mouth dry. "Master... you..." Then, he saw a scene he could only fantasize about in his dreams. His master was kneeling in front of him, bringing his mouth to his penis.
"Don't speak. This is a side effect of cultivating the Fire Sword. The fire rises from the heart, and it can also rise from desire. So remember, you must never stop halfway through sex in the future, otherwise your internal energy will uncontrollably turn into invisible fire, causing you to die from the poisonous fire burning your heart."
The next moment, Zifeng felt his penis return to that moist and narrow space. His master's tongue slid and rolled, again and again. His master's throat deeply held the tip of his penis, and her head slid, allowing his penis to freely thrust in and out of her mouth.
Zifeng felt his breath suddenly stop, and unconsciously began to push his buttocks forward rapidly.
His master's movements felt strange, somewhat practiced yet also awkward, yet strangely familiar… Why was it so familiar? He recalled… it was the maids who served him in the royal palace… He couldn't believe his seemingly pure and innocent master was actually… The lost Xuanmen sword technique, millions of ancient scrolls, and the awkward yet once-skilled techniques of serving in bed—what secrets were hidden in his master's past, which he was unwilling to discuss?
"Ugh…" His master let out a soft moan. Zifeng looked at her curiously; her eyes held desire and confusion. One hand gripped his penis, while the other hand's fingers were probing her own vagina.
"Master… let me serve you too…" Zifeng held his master's head, gently withdrawing his penis.
"Hmm…" the woman answered vaguely, the confusion in her eyes indicating her mind was not quite clear. She helped Zifeng lie down, then turned and straddled his face. She leaned down and continued to suck his penis.
Zifeng held his master's smooth thighs, carefully observing her vulva. A bright red slit between the silvery-white pubic hair resembled that of a virgin—the very place he had longed for. Due to her martial arts training, her master's thighs were incredibly elastic. Zifeng's hands traced along her buttocks to her thighs; the smooth, elastic skin felt wonderful.
Zifeng raised her head and pressed it against the slit, stimulating the soft red flesh with her tongue. "Mmm… ooh… ooh…" Even the slightest stimulation caused her master to moan softly, her mouth still sucking on his penis. She lived a secluded life, all her sexual desires forcibly suppressed, but now they were aroused, her body unusually sensitive.
Zifeng extended her tongue into the slit, feeling the sensitive walls inside begin to engorge with blood. When his tongue touched the flesh wall, Master's elastic thighs trembled in waves, cooperating with the extension and licking of his tongue. Master also increased the speed of his head movements, trying hard to suck his penis...
Zi Teng's tongue continued to increase the amplitude of its movements, thrusting in and out of Master's honey hole. At the same time, his hands left the smooth thighs and came to the part of Master that attracted him the most - those firm breasts. His entire palm enveloped her breasts, his thumb and little finger slowly kneading her nipples. It was a different feel from Crescent Moon's ample breasts; they weren't as impressively large, but their shape was perfect. Gone was the soft, deformable feeling in his hand; the amazing elasticity resisted the force of his palm…
“Mmm… ooh…” Under the combined assault from above and below, Wisteria felt her master's reaction growing stronger. Trembling spread from her legs to her entire body, and her sucking and licking of his penis became increasingly intense. Her master groaned, and her vaginal fluids gushed out continuously…
“Mmm… ooh… ah…” Finally, her whole body trembled violently, emitting an almost mournful groan from her nose. A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed out, splashing onto Wisteria's face.
Her master had climaxed… Wisteria stopped moving. He felt the woman on top of him pant and release his penis, then softly roll over and lie to one side.
Zifang rolled over and found himself straddling his master's legs. His master's fair skin was flushed crimson with the approaching climax, her body rising and falling with her breaths, her legs weakly parted, revealing her engorged vulva right before Zifang's eyes. Zifang
felt he could no longer control his body. He knelt between his master's legs, panting, his penis slowly approaching that place of his dreams.
"No!" The moment the penis touched her vagina, Zifeng felt as if her master had been greatly stimulated, and she pushed him away.
"Master...Master..."
"I...I can't do this with you..." she gasped, resolutely refusing, while pressing her hands together to form a deep cleavage, like another vagina. She turned her face to the side, seemingly unwilling to see her own lewd appearance. "You...use this..."
Breast sex? Zifeng was no stranger to this; many of the trained maids in the palace were skilled in it. He slowly inserted his penis; the slippery flesh, lubricated by the previous saliva, made the movement of his penis in the cleavage easy.
"Oh..." The burning heat of his penis stimulated her sensitive breasts, and Zifeng heard his master let out a passionate moan. He thrust even harder, a sensation different from her vagina surging through him. His penis, tightly surrounded by soft, elastic breasts, rubbed against her slit as it moved in and out. With each withdrawal, the previous emptiness was quickly filled by her breasts, like a honeypot that always maintained the same tightness.
Zifeng thrust rapidly, his movements becoming faster and harder... until something seemed to stimulate his back, making him feel numb...
"Master... I..." He could no longer control himself. A surge of heat gushed from his penis, the tip of which suddenly burst out of her cleavage, pointing directly at his master's turned face. A large amount of semen gushed from his penis, instantly flooding her flushed cheeks...

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