Beauty Portraits 1-10 (Complete)

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Chapter 1: A Fairy's Mortal Heart

"I wish to become an immortal, to be as happy as the heavens, to create myths that will be passed down in the wind..."

A melodious song drifted from the mist.

This high mountain, named Qianli Mountain, stands in a remote part of Fengzhou County. Legend has it that immortals once lived in the mountain.

Such rumors are usually nonsense and should not be believed. But some children believe them wholeheartedly, and even often go to the mountain to look for traces of immortals, but no one has ever found one.

In the early morning, thick white mist drifted through the valley, and a small figure appeared and disappeared in the mist.

The morning breeze blew, dispersing the mist, revealing a boy who was running quickly forward.

As he ran, he muttered to himself, "Sigh, lost again! The fog in these mountains is too thick. What if I get lost and die in the mountains?"

Despite saying this, his face showed no anxiety; he remained cheerful, completely unconcerned about his predicament. He had gotten lost in the mountains many times before, but had never died there, always alive and well.

He was the son of a wealthy family surnamed Yi from a nearby town. Because they lived at the foot of the mountain, he was named Yi Shanjin.

Yi Shanjin was mischievous by nature and loved listening to stories of gods and ghosts. He often dragged his cousin, Liang Shanbo, to tell him stories, and once he started, he wouldn't let him leave, much to Liang Shanbo's annoyance. Liang Shanbo only escaped this annoyance when he had the opportunity to study at Wansong Academy in the provincial capital. By this time, Yi Shanjin had grown a few years older, learned some characters, and began to read books of gods and ghosts on his own.

Living at the foot of Qianli Mountain, he had heard countless tales of immortals dwelling there. On a sudden impulse, he secretly ran off to the mountain to seek them out.

He was only a few years old then, and got lost in the mountains, crying hysterically, thinking he would never return home. Later, his family organized a large search party, including servants and villagers, to search the mountain. They finally found him, took him back, gave him a severe beating, and forbade him from ever entering Qianli Mountain again.

But not long after, he forgot his injuries and ran off again, quickly getting lost once more.

This time, he didn't cry. He sat patiently in the thick fog, waiting until his family came looking for him. They took him back and gave him another beating. Once his buttocks healed, he suddenly disappeared again. His family no longer worried; they just sighed and led people up the mountain to search, only to catch him and beat him again.

This happened repeatedly, until he practically treated Qianli Mountain as his own backyard, running off to find immortals whenever he felt like it. However, as he grew older and more sensible, his family simply stopped looking for him. They figured he'd return on his own after two or three days in the mountains, so there was no need to worry.

Year after year passed like this, Yi Shanjin's repeated searches for immortals yielding no results. Yesterday, feeling frustrated from reading, he packed some dry rations and secretly went up the mountain, dreaming that this time he could catch an immortal, grab his beard, force him to acknowledge him as his disciple, and then he could achieve immortality and rule the world.

Over the years, Yi Shanjin had become famous in the town, and everyone scoffed at his delusions.

Immortals did exist, but in their remote town, no one had ever seen one. They only heard that those immortals were high above, spending their days cultivating immortality and looking down on mortals.

According to their relatives in the big city, even the emperor had to kowtow to those immortals, and even a novice cultivator had to be treated with utmost respect by the emperor and officials. How could such a lofty immortal possibly accept such a naughty child as a disciple?

Of course, if one day Yishan Jin really becomes an immortal cultivator and rises above all mortals, half the people in the town will die of jealousy.

Yi Shanjin knew he had little hope of finding immortals in the mountains, and he wasn't worried about getting lost in the fog. He just wandered aimlessly through the mountains, casually laughing and saying, "It's alright, it's alright. I can go home when the fog clears at noon!"

That's what he always did. If he got lost at night, he would find a cave to sleep in, and by noon the next day, when the fog cleared, he could easily find his way home, go down the mountain, eat, sleep, and continue his comfortable life.

Unfortunately, he hadn't heard the saying, "Those who climb mountains often will eventually encounter tigers."

People like him, who read a few tales of immortals and became superstitious about the existence of gods and immortals, dreaming of becoming gods and immortals, would sooner or later suffer divine retribution...

Yi Shanjin was completely unaware that the wheels of fate and history were turning rapidly together, rolling towards him with an unstoppable and powerful force. He was still running around in the fog, searching for that elusive immortal opportunity.

Finally, his eyes pierced through the gradually dissipating white fog and keenly discovered a different place.

In the distance, amidst the vast white fog, a wisp of red mist appeared, almost blindingly bright.

Yi Shanjin ran quickly towards it and was astonished to find that the mist was pale pink, like a long, thin thread floating in the air, extending into the depths of the white fog.

Yi Shanjin's spirits lifted, and he strode towards the fog following the red thread, passing through clumps of trees, until he discovered a small cave entrance behind a large rock.

The cave's location was extremely well-hidden; even someone as experienced in the mountains as Yi Shanjin would never have noticed it. Without the red thread guiding him, he could have searched for a hundred years without ever finding this small cave.

Yi Shanjin looked back; the pink mist still floated like a thread within the white fog, extending further into the cave. The cave was pitch black; nothing could be seen. The red mist thread was also swallowed by the darkness, its length impossible to discern.

Yi Shanjin took a deep breath, calming his wildly beating heart, made up his mind, lit a torch, and ventured into the cave. The entrance to the cave was extremely narrow, but the interior was relatively spacious, allowing him to stand upright and walk with a torch.

Red mist still floated in the tunnel, guiding his way. Yi Shan walked forward step by step, traversing the winding underground passages. The journey felt incredibly long, until his legs were weak with exhaustion. Suddenly, he heard voices ahead, faint and ethereal, reaching his ears.

The voice was so melodious and enchanting that even a boy as naive as him felt weak all over upon hearing its seductive tone, only one part of him becoming erect.

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In Qianli Mountain, there once existed a celestial abode.

That celestial being was a rare and powerful figure in the world, named Xie Xiyan. He acted solely according to his own whims, stirring up a storm of bloodshed in the cultivation world. Countless powerful cultivators were cruelly murdered by him, and countless beautiful female cultivators were raped and brutally violated, their lives ending beneath his enormous bird.

Cultivators, revered as gods by mortals, possess formidable strength and unimaginable power. Yet, before Xie Xiyan, they were like chickens and dogs, utterly at his mercy.

Later, he offended too many people, and groups of cultivators attacked his cave dwelling. Unable to bear it any longer, he simply moved away from the mountain and fled to a very distant place.

Although he had emptied his cave dwelling, it was a place he had lived in for a long time and had developed some attachment to it. Moreover, the cave was rich in spiritual energy, which was very helpful for cultivation, so it would be a pity to abandon it. He still harbored the thought of moving back someday, so he placed a restriction and set up a defensive array in the mountain to prevent anyone from entering and occupying his cave.

Not long after he left, his enemies heard that he had appeared elsewhere and swarmed after him, no longer caring about his abandoned cave. Afterwards, they launched several battles, but suddenly they subsided, and no more battles were reported.

Some rumors said that Xie Xiyan was driven to a dead end and, in a fit of rage, unleashed a world-shaking spell, perishing together with his enemies; others said that after killing all his enemies, he fled to a more distant place, captured some beautiful female cultivators, and practiced dual cultivation with them every day, until one day he accidentally died from pleasure. Then, his enemies scattered, and his inheritance was divided up cleanly by the freed female cultivators.

The truth remains unclear. Those events occurred many, many years ago, and most of the cultivators from that time are now dead; those still alive can hardly know the details.

Xie Xiyan's cave dwelling on Yuli Mountain was carefully preserved. Due to the powerful array, the spiritual energy within was concealed, and even passing cultivators failed to detect a trace of it.

Over time, the great battle that had taken place there was forgotten.

But today, the long-uninhabited cave dwelling welcomed new guests.

Two stunningly beautiful women stood in the center of the cave, surveying the empty hall, their disappointment evident. They hailed from the prestigious cultivation sect, Ice Toad Palace: one was the Palace Master, Yin Bingqing, and the other her prized disciple, Yu Xuerong.

Yin Bingqing, the head of Ice Toad Palace, wielded immense power. Though beautiful, she possessed a cold and aloof aura, commanding respect without anger, deterring anyone from any intention of intrusion.

These two were renowned figures in the cultivation world. Ordinary cultivators would bow respectfully before them, and even the slightest anger from them would silence them in fear. Mortal emperors and generals could only prostrate themselves before them, not daring to even glance at them.

Anyone who dared to be disrespectful to them, whether emperor or high-ranking cultivator, would face certain death. With their earth-shattering power, slaying highly skilled cultivators was not difficult.

However, now they were caught in a dilemma, facing a great crisis.

The cause of this trouble was that Yin Bingqing unexpectedly obtained a notebook left behind by Xie Xiyan, which contained information on how to open the restrictions of this cave dwelling and mentioned that it contained cultivation secrets he had left behind.

Even the Palace Master of the Ice Toad Palace harbored a longing for the powerful immortals of ancient times. A formidable adversary was preparing to lead a large force against the Ice Toad Palace, actively recruiting cultivators from various sects to annihilate them and seize their treasured heirlooms.

If she could find Xie Xiyan's cultivation method beforehand, she might have a chance to defeat the enemy and preserve the Ice Toad Palace's millennia-old lineage. Therefore, Yin Bingqing, accompanied by her most trusted disciple Yu Xuerong, followed the records in the notebook, found Qianli Mountain, broke through the restrictions, and entered the cave protected by the array.

To prevent the array from malfunctioning and leaving them there, Yin Bingqing did not deactivate it. Of course, she hadn't expected someone to intrude so coincidentally.

The cave had indeed been emptied by Xie Xiyan, leaving only some heavy furniture. While these items would be valuable in the mortal realm, cultivators might not value them much.

This celestial abode was built by hollowing out the mountainside, making it extremely spacious and magnificent. Xie Xiyan was always extravagant and indulged in luxury, using the most expensive materials to construct her abode, with intricate carvings and paintings, striving for perfection.

The notes were indeed correct; on the walls of the main hall, there were indeed cultivation techniques, the culmination of Xie Xiyan's life's work. Yin Bingqing only needed to use her immortal magic to break through the first layer of restrictions to see the supreme immortal technique that shook her to her core.

She was a discerning person, a top talent in the cultivation world, and she could tell at a glance that this technique was absolutely genuine and extremely profound. Compared to the Ice Toad Palace's most treasured secret cultivation techniques, it was like heaven and earth, utterly incomparable.

Standing in the hall, Yin Bingqing was overjoyed and could not contain her impulse. She immediately began practicing the immortal techniques on the jade wall, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into her body, circulating it along her fixed meridians, expanding her meridians, and increasing the spiritual power within her body.

But soon, her body rapidly became burning hot, and the spiritual energy within her increased rapidly, as if it would burst her body. Yin Bingqing was shocked and tried to stop the circulation of spiritual energy within her body, but she couldn't stop it no matter what she did.

The spiritual energy within her body circulated rapidly and endlessly like a great river, making her body hotter and hotter, and her jade cheeks flushed red, as beautiful as peach blossoms.

She heard a soft moan in her ear, and Yin Bingqing turned her head with a panting breath, seeing her most beloved disciple standing beside her, her slender body trembling violently, her pretty face full of blush, panting heavily, and her breasts heaving rapidly.

Yin Bingqing knew without thinking that she had fallen into the same situation as her, and she secretly groaned.

This Xie Xiyan was known as the ancient great evil, and even the method of cultivation was so evil. At first glance, it was very similar to the orthodox cultivation method, and even more mysterious, but once you started practicing it, it made you burn with lust, and your mind was full of thoughts about sex.

As the head of the Ice Toad Palace, Yin Bingqing naturally had to set an example for the female cultivators within. Always pure and virtuous, she showed no interest in any man, focusing solely on her cultivation. Now, with her Dao heart shattered, an unprecedented lust surged forth, filling her entire body, causing her to burn intensely, her body trembling violently, and her pain unbearable.

If this continued, she would eventually be consumed by lust. The only way to save herself was to find a man to quench her burning desire; once he satisfied her, the crisis would naturally pass.

However, to prevent the news from leaking and attracting sabotage from rivals and the attention of cultivators from various sects,

she had only brought Yu Xuerong with her on this trip. Moreover, the Ice Toad Palace was entirely populated by female cultivators; even if she brought everyone here, the absence of a crucial organ would prevent her from extinguishing her lust.

"Just one man is enough, just one…" Yin Bingqing was consumed by lust, her slender hands trembling, her mind filled with only this one thought. But deep underground, let alone men, even boys were nowhere to be found…

“A boy?” Yin Bingqing suddenly widened her eyes, her beautiful eyes flashing with a bluish light.

Standing at the entrance of the hall was a thin, frail boy.

Yu Xuerong also spotted the infiltrated Yi Shanjin at the same time, her beautiful eyes blazing with a brilliant light, as if she wanted to devour him whole.

They were indeed master and disciple; having spent so much time together, they had developed a tacit understanding. They exchanged a glance and immediately understood each other's intentions. Thus, this pair of stunningly beautiful, pure and innocent women pounced on the thin, pitiful boy like hungry wolves!

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Yi Shanjin stood before the cave entrance, witnessing a magnificent scene he could never have imagined.

The floor, pillars, and walls of the hall were all made of jade, radiating a faint, lustrous glow.

Large luminous pearls were inlaid on the jade walls, illuminating the underground cave.

Long, brightly colored silk curtains hung in the hall, adorning the entire space with exquisite beauty, like a dream, along with the pearls and jade scattered throughout.

On the jade wall directly opposite the main gate, rows of large, golden characters appeared, shining brightly.

In the center of the hall stood two stunningly beautiful women, their robes flowing, like celestial beings.

The woman in the pure white silk dress, in particular, was tall and mature, her beauty exquisite. She possessed both a pristine purity and a captivating allure of a mature woman; in Yi Shanjin's eyes, even the Guanyin in paintings paled in comparison.

In his entire life, Yi Shanjin had never seen such beautiful women or such a magnificent and luxurious grotto. He was instantly captivated, as if in the most enchanting dream.

He saw the two beautiful women standing in the hall, gazing intently at the golden characters on the jade wall. Their curvaceous bodies trembled slightly, their elegant silk dresses fluttering gently, making his heart tremble as well.

Faced with this breathtaking scene, even as a naive boy, he was captivated, his gaze fixed on the two elegant and beautiful women, unable to look away.

He stood there dumbfounded at the doorway, his breathing growing heavy, even attracting the attention of the two beauties. The two women, who had been facing him sideways, turned around and, seeing him standing by the door, their eyes simultaneously blazed with intense light!

The light was so dazzling that he could hardly look directly at them. Those beautiful, mesmerizing eyes shone brightly; he would never forget this exquisite scene.

Suddenly, their slender, graceful bodies moved, rushing towards him like a whirlwind, appearing before him in the blink of an eye, each grabbing one of his wrists tightly. The exquisite touch of their soft, smooth hands on his wrists sent shivers down Yi Shan's spine, and the overwhelming fragrance of orchids and musk quickly enveloped him, making him almost lose consciousness.

When he came to his senses, he found himself dragged to the center of the hall, standing on the jade floor.

The jade floor of the hall was smooth and white, each piece a priceless gem, leaving him stunned and speechless, almost afraid to step on it. But he had no choice. A younger, beautiful girl, her face flushed, screamed and pushed him to the ground, reaching out her delicate hands to pull down his pants.

Though younger, she was much older than Yi Shanjin, appearing to be eighteen or nineteen, with a beautiful, delicate face, a slender and shapely figure, and a tiny waist that swayed like a willow in the wind, alluring and seductive.

How could a boy like Yi Shanjin resist the assault of this beautiful older sister? Although he cried out and reached for his belt, she forcibly pulled it down, revealing his soft, small penis. The

moment the penis saw the light of day, even the gods were astonished!

The two celestial beauties stared wide-eyed at the throbbing penis between his legs, as if they had seen a thousand-year-old ginseng fruit, their joy uncontrollable.

They were supposed to be worldly-wise, having seen things most people hadn't seen in lifetimes. But this thing—an organ found on every ordinary man's body—was something they'd never seen before. Their beautiful eyes widened as they stared at it, their mouths dry and their hearts pounding.

Yin Bingqing, always of high rank and power, hadn't knelt before anyone for centuries, but on this day, she willingly lowered her noble knees, kneeling at the feet of this thin boy. Yu Xuerong, her beautiful eyes glazed, knelt beside Yi Shanjin, panting softly. She and her master simultaneously reached out their slender, beautiful hands, trembling, to touch Yi Shanjin's penis.

The smooth, bamboo-like fingers gently touched the small shaft, and all three bodies trembled violently.

Yu Xuerong, being younger and less cultivated, was tormented by desire and unable to control herself. She flipped her hand, firmly grasping the penis, refusing to let go.

Yi Shan Jin let out a bloodcurdling scream, his penis nearly crushed by her warm, soft hand, the pain excruciating. Tears streaming down his face, he struggled desperately to escape from beneath her, but Yu Xue Rong, her face flushed with embarrassment, pounced on him, ruthlessly tearing off his clothes and socks, revealing his innocent, naked body.

"No! Let me go! I'm still a virgin, you can't…" Yi Shan Jin cried out in panic, but deep within the mountain, who could hear his cries, or, out of chivalry, rescue him from the clutches of this lecherous demon?

The beautiful young woman ignored his cries, simply holding him down with one hand while quickly untying her own clothes with the other.

Soon, Yi Shan Jin stopped screaming, his eyes wide with shock and confusion as he stared at Yu Xue Rong, his mind reeling. Her

brightly colored, luxurious silk robes fluttered down, revealing the alluring body of the stunningly beautiful young woman.

Her skin was as smooth and white as ice, radiating a lustrous glow; her breasts were high and firm, the rosy peaks rising and falling rapidly with her soft breaths, a sight so beautiful it took one's breath away. Her

slender waist was so delicate it could be

encircled by a single hand, forming a beautiful curve with her long, shapely legs and high, firm breasts—a perfect maiden's body, like a beautiful work of art, exuding a powerful allure. This exquisitely beautiful celestial maiden, tormented by lust, panted as she climbed onto Yi Shanjin's body, parting her long, jade-like legs to straddle him, pinning him firmly beneath her.

Yi Shanjin could clearly feel her pink legs and snowy buttocks rubbing against his skin, so smooth and soft, igniting a fire within him.

But his penis remained limp; Yu Xuerong's earlier squeeze had been too harsh, leaving him hesitant to stand and salute her.

However, in the battle between mortal and immortal, the immortal would ultimately prevail.

Yi Shan was stunned into a daze, his body numb. He could only stare at her in panic as the beautiful young woman moved her slender, alluring, naked body, panting as she pressed herself against him, bringing her long, shapely legs together to his penis.

Her vulva was covered in fine, glossy black hair, and her pink garden, hidden beneath it, shimmered with an alluring moisture.

The delicate petals pressed against his penis, and feeling the warm, moist sensation, Yi Shan trembled violently, his penis and all.

From the center of her vulva, glistening dewdrops flowed, smearing the head of his penis. Yu Xue Rong trembled, clamping her long, shapely legs tightly around the thin boy beneath her, trying her best to press her purest, most secret maidenhood against his penis.

The petals, as if alive, trembled and gripped the head of his penis, transferring the heat from her body to it.

Yu Xue Rong placed her slender hand on Yi Shan Jin's shoulder, her head lowered as she gazed at his panicked face, her beautiful eyes brimming with glistening tears that fell drop by drop onto his face.

She was originally the most outstanding disciple of the Ice Toad Palace, deeply favored by the Palace Master, her cultivation progress far surpassing her peers. Always respectful and self-disciplined, she adhered to the traditions of the Ice Toad Palace, regarding all men as nothing, and never wavering in her Daoist heart.

But today, under the strange power of the ancient evil Xie Xi Yan, she could no longer suppress her desires and had forcibly raped a mortal boy, leaving her unbearably ashamed and desperate.

The fire of lust burned fiercely, scorching her reason. Yu Xue Rong's petals became scalding hot, a heat surging from her pure and empty flower path, transforming into a powerful suction that firmly drew Yi Shan Jin's penis to her tender virginity.

Yi Shan felt his penis suddenly become erect, and it quickly grew larger and harder under the tight pressure of the hot, moist flower-like opening. He was filled with fear and anger, and shouted, "What kind of sorcery have you used?"

He vaguely recalled a storyteller telling him about fox spirits who liked to bewitch men, strip them naked, and engage in shameful acts. Afterward, the men would be drained of their life force, while the fox spirits would gain power and eventually ascend to immortality.

Yu Xue Rong's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She bit her cherry lips and teeth, and said in a trembling voice, "Demon magic? How could my Ice Toad Palace, a righteous sect, use any demon magic?" As soon as she spoke, she suddenly realized that what she was practicing now might not be the demon magic of the Great Evil Xie Xi Yan. A pang of sadness shot through her heart, and she was too ashamed to lift her head in front of this mortal boy.

But lust surged up, and she could no longer restrain herself. She twisted her white jade body and rubbed against Yi Shan Jin's body. The suction in her hot, tender orifice grew stronger and stronger, making Yi Shan Jin's penis grow extremely large. It was hard and inserted into her tender orifice, pressing against her soft and delicate hymen.

Yi Shan was stunned, realizing his penis had never been so large before. His virgin glans was tightly gripped by her tender vagina, gently rubbing against the soft flesh inside, a sensation both painful and pleasurable.

Yu Xue Rong's master, Yin Bing Qing, knelt beside her, staring blankly at the scene. Her slender, beautiful, and alluring mature body trembled slightly, looking pitiful.

Intense lust was also tormenting her pure heart. Although she had cultivated for hundreds of years and her Dao heart was firm, under such a wicked dual cultivation technique, she was gradually unable to resist, slowly sinking into the abyss of lust.

She knew this must be a dual cultivation technique; otherwise, it wouldn't cause such intense lust. Now, she was desperately trying to resist the burning desire, helplessly watching her disciple fall into evil ways, powerless to stop her.

Crystalline tears streamed from her beautiful eyes as she silently witnessed the erotic scene before her. The thought of her beloved disciple, whom she considered her own, losing her virginity, and her inability to save her, tore at her heart.

With her last remaining strength, she struggled against the invading evil thoughts, reaching out a trembling hand to press against Yu Xue Rong's bare shoulder. Just as she was about to push her away, a surge of lust overwhelmed her, almost causing her to lose her Dao heart. She frantically focused her mind and channeled her spiritual energy to resist.

Yu Xue Rong was gradually going mad, staring at the boy beneath her, younger than herself, her beautiful eyes flushed pink and filled with hot tears.

Yin Bingqing's smooth hand pressed against her shoulder; the intimate friction of their skin caused her strong Dao heart to crumble at that moment. Yu Xue Rong screamed, forcefully sitting down, using her own strength to forcefully slam her hymen against the virgin's penis, shattering it on the pink glans!

The burning, thirsty honeyed passage swiftly swallowed the entire penis, and Yi Shanjin screamed in agony as he felt his lower body enter the warm, moist, tight channel, experiencing intense friction that was both painful and pleasurable.

When the glans pierced the delicate, pure hymen and the entire penis penetrated the jade offering, Yu Xuerong's heart trembled violently, a surge of intense sorrow welling up within her. Tears streamed down her face, falling onto Yi Shanjin's face and into his mouth, allowing him to drink this comforting reward at the moment of losing his virginity.

The tears of a beautiful young woman who had cultivated for many years tasted different from those of mortals. Like ice beads falling into his mouth, slightly sour and slightly sweet, carrying a faint taste of sorrow, Yi Shanjin tasted the virgin's tears and was horrified.

These "virgin's tears" were among the rarest treasures found even by immortals, but they were only effective for those sects practicing dual cultivation techniques. For ordinary people, consuming them was like a cow chewing on a peony.

However, if this cow had come into contact with a top-tier dual cultivation technique, things would be different.

Bright red virgin blood flowed from the torn flower path, and a powerful suction force surged from within Yu Xue Rong's honeyed passage. The tender flesh walls forcefully sucked at the swollen penis, drawing it deeper and deeper, as if to swallow it entirely.

The beautiful fairy's delicate womb clung tightly to the swollen glans, and a surge of heat flowed along the penis into Yi Shan Jin's body, quickly making his groin burning hot.

Xie Xi Yan's supreme dual cultivation technique had produced astonishing results. Even Yi Shan Jin, a mortal who had never practiced immortal arts, experienced a body that automatically produced reactions similar to those during dual cultivation, driven by the spiritual energy of Yu Xue Rong's dual cultivation technique.

This technique, created by Xie Xi Yan with all her wisdom, was originally intended for the captured female cultivators to practice, purifying their spiritual energy and increasing their cultivation levels. Now, however, it had benefited the three in the Jade Palace.

Yu Xuerong, having cultivated for many years, possessed extremely profound spiritual power. At this moment, guided by the dual cultivation technique, this power surged continuously towards her uterus, centering on it. Within the uterus, she cultivated nine cycles, transforming it into pure spiritual power, which flowed into Yi Shanjin's penis.

If it were a cultivator with many years of experience, their meridians would be unblocked, allowing them to successfully complete the dual cultivation. However, Yi Shanjin was merely an ordinary mortal. The spiritual power flowing into his penis, directly into his lower abdomen, and struggling along his internal meridians, caused him excruciating pain, causing him to scream in agony.

Yu Xuerong's pure and profound spiritual power forcibly expanded his meridians and transformed his body. This torture was even more cruel and vicious than the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty. Yi Shanjin was in unbearable pain; his delicate meridians were filled with immense spiritual power, making his body feel as if it were about to burst. Crimson blood even seeped from some parts of his skin.

"A man doesn't easily shed tears..." Yi Shanjin choked back sobs, but tears still streamed down his face, no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.

He was, after all, just an ordinary boy. He had been forcibly raped by the fairy upon their first meeting, his body subjected to such cruel and excruciating pain. The fact that he could suppress his sobs was a testament to his strong will.

Yi Shanjin stared through teary eyes at the beautiful girl straddling him, utterly unable to believe that the goddess he had always admired and worshipped would treat him this way.

"Is this the fate that awaits me in my pursuit of immortality?" Yi Shanjin cried out in anguish, his hands flailing wildly, desperately grasping at Yu Xuerong's high, smooth breasts, hoping to pull her off him.

But his cries evoked no pity from the rapist; instead, she was aroused by his touch, unable to resist thrusting her slender waist and swaying her hips, instinctively beginning her ravaging and tormenting him. Even her tender, bleeding vagina, torn by the penis, felt immense pleasure as it rubbed against her.

The hard penis rubbed against the delicate walls of her vaginal canal, and Yu Xue Rong felt a strange sensation, a feeling she had never experienced before. Her newly entered vagina was both painful and pleasurable, and the pain of being torn combined with this made her moan softly.

The sound was extremely melodious and alluring, and Yi Shan Jin's body went limp upon hearing it.

The friction of the penis against her tender walls was pleasurable, but the intense pain from the forced opening of his meridians by her spiritual energy was enough to offset it all. Yi Shan Jin painfully threw his head back, letting out a scream that was both painful and pleasurable.

As if accompanying him, Yu Xue Rong's soft, joyful moans and his screams blended into a duet, echoing throughout the jade-built hall.

With each cry, she felt a surge of pleasure, the pain seemingly lessening. She continued this cycle, one cry after another, lost in ecstasy, completely forgetting that her most revered master was watching closely beside her.

Her spiritual energy circulated automatically, undergoing nine cycles of refinement in her womb, gradually flowing into the urethral opening of Yi Shanjin's penis, forcibly penetrating his body and opening his meridians.

Yi Shanjin was in excruciating pain, almost going mad, only able to scream in agony. This agony felt like it lasted for centuries; just as he was about to faint from the pain, the intense, pleasurable stimulation would pull him back, preventing him from blissfully fading into unconsciousness and escaping the torment.

Chapter Two: Three Years of Frenzied Lust

As if centuries had passed, after enduring endless pain, Yi Shanjin's meridians were finally unblocked, allowing the spiritual energy filled with the virgin's yin essence to flow smoothly through him.

During this time, Yu Xuerong continued to thrust her slender waist, straddling Yi Shanjin and raping him. With her increasingly frenzied movements, her now-thick penis thrust rapidly in and out of his snowy buttocks, the friction bringing her so much pleasure that she shed hot tears, which slid down her jade cheeks and dripped onto Yi Shanjin's face and body.

Yi Shanjin screamed with his mouth wide open, seemingly having drunk countless virgin tears, which slid down his throat and seeped into his meridians, helping to expand them and slightly alleviating the excruciating pain in his body.

As the speed of the penis rubbing against her tender orifice increased, Yu Xuerong's beautiful face became even more flushed, so vibrant it seemed as if it were about to bleed, and her intense moans and gasps filled the entire hall.

As the pleasure reached its peak, Yu Xuerong suddenly screamed and collapsed onto Yi Shanjin's body. Her fair and slender body trembled violently as she reached her first orgasm. Her

delicate flower path spasmed wildly, secreting copious amounts of nectar that soaked his entire penis, even flowing down to his testicles and soaking Yi Shanjin's inner thighs.

Within her body, all the spiritual energy flowed into her uterus and into his penis through the circulation of the dual cultivation technique.

In that blissful climax, Yu Xuerong was no longer in her right mind, only feeling all the spiritual energy surging wildly into that exquisitely beautiful penis, making her tremble with pleasure, feeling as if she were dying and being reborn. When her trembling stopped, the last drop of spiritual energy had also flowed into his penis, leaving her body completely empty, with no spiritual energy left in her meridians. The boy,

tightly embraced by her slender arms, had a flushed face and a swollen body, as if he were about to burst.

Yu Xuerong's spiritual power, cultivated over many years using the supreme secret method of the Ice Toad Palace, was immensely vast. Now, she forcibly squeezed it into his body; how could he possibly withstand it?

"Am I going to die?" Yi Shanjin thought in his semi-conscious state, filled with remorse. "I should never have believed in those legends of immortals..." As he thought this, a tear of sorrow welled up in his eye.

After her pleasure, Yu Xuerong regained a slight clarity of mind and suddenly realized that her spiritual power had vanished, all her years of cultivation gone. She was horrified. With her weak, feeble arms, she embraced Yi Shanjin's naked body, tears streaming down her face.

Yi Shanjin was also utterly powerless, yet his body swelled, and his penis swelled and hardened, thrusting straight into her tight, tender vagina, the glans pressing unceremoniously against her cervix. His penis was many times larger than before.

His penis was already painfully swollen, but Yu Xue Rong's tight, sweet passage continued to contract and squeeze, relentlessly pushing against it, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm, as if she wouldn't stop until she had her fill.

With each contraction and squeeze of her vaginal walls, his swollen, thick penis finally couldn't withstand her sucking and demanding, and he violently throbbed, wildly ejaculating his accumulated semen into her tender, pure womb.

The virgin's semen, hot and fierce, shot out of his urethra and sprayed wildly into her womb. Yu Xue Rong was stunned by this violent ejaculation, her naked arms tightly embracing Yi Shan Jin, her cherry lips pressed against his ear, and she screamed.

After only a brief pause following her first orgasm, she reached her second.

Her vaginal passage convulsed wildly, desperately squeezing against his thick penis, and her womb generated an extremely strong suction force, as if trying to suck in all the semen.

In the throes of ecstasy, she could no longer suppress her desires, her excited cries so wanton that they made her beautiful, mature master blush and nearly bring tears to her eyes.

Yi Shanjin's abundant spiritual energy surged forth, rushing from his penis into her uterus, refining the uterine artifact and causing it to gleam with a pure white light.

Although it was inside her body, this light shone through, making Yu Xuerong's lower body glow with a crystalline sheen, dazzling Yin Bingqing's eyes.

This spiritual energy, after passing through Yi Shanjin's meridians, had changed its nature. Infused with primordial yang energy, it surged into Yu Xuerong's body, flowing rapidly through her meridians like a mighty river, making her radiant and glowing.

Lust surged once more, and she excitedly rode Yi Shanjin's body, thrusting her slender waist forcefully against him with boundless energy. She felt spiritual energy surging and flowing within their bodies, each flow from his penis invigorating her and giving her a faint sense of progress in her cultivation. Although she couldn't be certain of a significant increase in cultivation until the dual cultivation was complete, the mere hope excited her greatly.

In her lucid moments, she felt unbearable shame, feeling indignant that a mortal's penis was tightly gripping her most secret and precious forbidden zone. However, lust would quickly surge again, suppressing her shame. Even with her cheeks flushed red with shame, she still forcefully raped Yi Shanjin through tears, completely ignoring the cries of the boy beneath her.

Yi Shanjin did indeed feel pleasure. As spiritual energy flowed through his meridians, he gradually became accustomed to the pain of his first time, and the friction of his penis against her pure, tender vaginal walls was incredibly pleasurable, so his screams gradually turned into pleasurable ones.

Yu Xuerong's newly practiced dual cultivation technique was indeed incredibly wondrous. Under the influence of spiritual energy, it kept his mortal penis erect and never went limp, even after repeated ejaculations.

During their lovemaking, Yin Bingqing knelt beside them, watching in a daze, her tender lower body burning as if on fire, almost unbearable.

Although her cultivation was high and her will strong, she ultimately couldn't withstand the torment of lust. Watching her disciple brazenly rape the mortal boy, repeatedly reaching ecstasy, filled her with unbearable jealousy. She wanted nothing more than to grab her beloved disciple and slap her hard across the face to punish her for daring to make lewd noises in front of her. What was

most detestable was that these lewd noises continued to arouse her lust, making it unbearable. Finally, at the moment when Yu Xuerong's cries of pleasure were at their peak, she forcefully reached out and pushed her off Yi Shanjin's body.

Caught off guard, Yu Xuerong fell headfirst to the ground, a large bump appearing on her head. She screamed and nearly fainted. After a long while, she angrily got up, glaring at her master with wide eyes, completely disregarding the proper etiquette between master and disciple.

At this moment, Yin Bingqing had already torn open her dress and climbed onto Yi Shanjin. Since she dared to steal her man right in front of her, what else was there to say?

Yu Xuerong was already delirious with pleasure. Even though her virginity had been separated from the thick penis, she couldn't immediately regain her senses. Seeing Yin Bingqing on top of Yi Shanjin, she was consumed by unbearable jealousy and pounced on her in a fit of rage!

Although Yin Bingqing had untied her snow-white dress and pounced on Yi Shanjin, she still retained some clarity of mind, struggling to suppress her desire and hesitating, slowing her movements. After all, she had cultivated immortality with a pure heart for hundreds of years; suddenly destroying her chastity like this was bound to cause some hesitation.

"Should I ride him? Insert that thing of his into me..." Yin Bingqing's heart was burning with agony, filled with unbearable pain. As she hesitated, the fairy's pure white gauze dress had already been untied, revealing the woman's most secret and tender garden, thick with black hair, shimmering with a dark sheen.

"Ah!" Yi Shanjin cried out in shock, exclaiming, "It hurt this much with someone with so little hair, yours is so thick, it'll kill you!"

In reality, pain had nothing to do with the amount of hair, but it wasn't surprising that an ignorant virgin like Yi Shanjin could utter such absurd words.

Yin Bingqing blushed crimson with embarrassment and hurriedly covered her private parts with her hands, trying to prevent him from seeing them.

This was nothing short of "covering one's hole to steal a bell"—Yi Shanjin could practically count every hair on her head; what use was there in covering herself?

Especially since, while she was covering herself, her lower body, driven by lust, involuntarily thrust forward, her tender flesh, glistening with dew, gently pressing against the swollen glans.

The dew smeared onto the boy's glans, while the semen, nectar, and virgin blood on his penis stained her pure petals. Her

hot, tender vulva swallowed the large glans, causing a slight pain as it stretched it. Suddenly, Yin Bingqing panicked and, in pain, hastily retreated, looking down to see blood, semen, and nectar smeared on her vulva, leaving a mess.

Having lived for hundreds of years, Yin Bingqing was practically a shrewd sage. She immediately recognized the substance as coming from her beloved disciple and was filled with unbearable shame. She raised her hand and struck down hard on Yi Shanjin's head.

Although she was weak and powerless, with the formidable strength of a cultivator, even a small blow was enough to shatter his skull!

"He raped my beloved disciple, a capital offense; moreover, he tried to assault me and steal my 'red pill'!" Yin Bingqing unreasonably placed all the blame on Yi Shanjin. If she could kill him, at least her immediate crisis of losing her 'red pill' would be temporarily averted.

But just as Yi Shanjin's life hung in the balance, Yu Xuerong angrily pounced, grabbing her long, black hair and forcibly dragging her off Yi Shanjin. She then straddled her, raising her fists and wrestling fiercely with her.

Yin Bingqing was shocked and cried out, "Disciple, have you gone mad?"

But it was no use. The lustful curse had taken hold, and Yu Xuerong had lost her mind, seeing her only as a rival for her man. She threw punches wildly, her former respect and humility towards her master long gone.

Yin Bingqing took several punches, and helplessly could only parry the rain of blows.

At this moment, two renowned beauties of the cultivation world were locked in a fierce fight. If people knew they were fighting tooth and nail for a man, it would be enough to make all cultivators' jaws drop.

When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits. Taking advantage of

the situation, Yi Shanjin quietly got up and crawled weakly towards the door. But before she could climb two steps, the sharp-eyed Yu Xuerong immediately noticed and screamed, "He's escaped!"

Yin Bingqing's hand went limp, releasing her grip on her hair. Turning back, she saw Yi Shanjin fleeing towards the door, and a sudden sense of loss rose within her, as if she were about to lose something most important.

The two, master and disciple who had been at odds, suddenly stopped their infighting and simultaneously pounced, grabbing the naked boy and pinning him beneath them. Then, Yin Bingqing suddenly threw a punch, knocking her beloved disciple unconscious, and angrily shouted, "He's mine!"

After experiencing the near loss of Yi Shanjin, she finally realized the importance of this stranger: without him, she would die consumed by lust!

Next, Yin Bingqing let go of her anxieties and frantically tore off her clothes, preparing for a passionate battle with Yi Shanjin.

She had already undressed, so removing her clothes was easy now. In an instant, a flawless, ethereal body was revealed before Yi Shanjin.

Seeing such a beautiful body, Yi Shanjin couldn't help but swallow. But he had just been brutally violated by Yu Xuerong, and seeing her lewdly crawling towards him, he still felt lingering fear and cried out, "What are you doing?"

Yin Bingqing snorted coldly, unceremoniously pushing him to the ground, making him lie on his back, and disregarding shame, she forcibly climbed on top of him.

Yi Shanjin looked at the dark hair of her beautiful garden, his face turning deathly pale: "You'll die! If a man is fucked too much, he'll be fucked to death!"

His hearsay knowledge was naturally scoffed at by Yin Bingqing: "Nonsense! I've lived for hundreds of years, and I've never heard of such a thing!"

"Hundreds of years?" Yi Shanjin stared wide-eyed at her, feeling that this fairy was extremely beautiful, graceful, and full of the strong charm of a perfect woman. She looked no more than twenty years old; he couldn't believe she was already hundreds of years old.

"Isn't he so many, many times bigger than me?" Yi Shanjin cried out, trembling. "I'm so small, please let me go!"

The boy's pitiful cries only made Yin Bingqing's pretty face blush slightly. Although she was ashamed and embarrassed, her heart was filled with desire, and she could no longer control herself.

Moreover, snatching this man from her beloved disciple gave her an unprecedented sense of accomplishment. She swayed her snow-white, round thighs, and her charming snow-white buttocks forcefully sat between Yi Shanjin's legs, her beautiful petals pressing against his swollen penis.

In this celestial abode untouched by the world, this beautiful, mature, and sexy woman was about to carry out an inhumane rape on this thin boy who was much smaller than herself!

Yi Shanjin felt his penis being pinched by her slender fingers and inserted into her tight, tender hole. He could feel the warmth and moisture inside the hole, and he could even feel the thin membrane inside the honey passage already sticking to the tip of his penis.

Based on his experience of losing her virginity earlier, he knew that once the hymen broke, something hot would rush into his penis, causing excruciating pain all over his body, a pain worse than death!

Thinking of this, Yi Shanjin couldn't help but tremble, crying out in anguish, "God, how can anyone live like this?!"

Amidst his desperate screams, the pure, beautiful, mature, and sexy fairy had already forcefully sat down, swallowing his penis with her warm, tight passage.

The thin hymen was ripped apart by the penis, the thick shaft tearing through the pure, tender flower path, blood gushing out, splashing onto Yi Shanjin's penis, mixing with her beloved disciple's virgin blood, making it impossible to distinguish whose blood flowed from whose tender orifice.

At this moment, her sorrowful and resentful tears also flowed, clear and crystalline, like broken pearls, sprinkling onto Yi Shanjin's face and mouth.

The most precious virgin tears, flowing from the hands of a top-tier cultivator and the master of the Ice Toad Palace, contained extraordinary spiritual power. They were almost like real pearls, overflowing into Yi Shan's mouth, nearly choking him.

Yin Bingqing, who held high office and controlled countless lives, gazed at the boy she rode, her heart filled with unbearable sorrow. Her chastity, guarded for so many years, had been lost in a single day, and by the very reason she had raped a boy. This boy beneath her was so weak; what right did he have to cultivate and discuss the Dao with her?

She could clearly feel the pain of her flower path being torn apart by the thick penis, the faint sound of blood flowing from her tender orifice, even the slight squelching sound of the glans hitting the fluid inside her honeyed passage—none of it escaped her keen hearing.

Deeply inserted into her untouched virgin flower path was a boy's penis, pressed tightly against the tender walls, both able to feel each other's warmth. Thinking of this, Yin Bingqing was overcome with grief, tears streaming down her beautiful face.

Her cultivation was profound; guided by her dual cultivation technique, her spiritual energy mingled with her tears, condensing into pearls that pattered onto Yi Shanjin's face and body, rolling onto the warm jade floor like real pearls, radiating a lustrous glow.

Many tears also fell into Yi Shanjin's mouth; he struggled to swallow the burning tears, feeling his body burning hot.

Spiritual energy surged into his lower body, like a breach in a riverbank, allowing the energy to rush in like a torrent, forcefully squeezing into his body along his penis and impacting his newly opened meridians.

Yin Bingqing's spiritual energy was profound, far exceeding that of Yu Xuerong by several times. Now, it all surged into Yi Shanjin's meridians, filling them to the brim and forcibly widening them, causing him excruciating pain, once again experiencing the agonizing agony of being raped.

He screamed, howling to the heavens, writhing in agony. Meanwhile, the beautiful and majestic mistress of the Ice Toad Palace straddled him, thrusting her slender waist and pulling her jade buttocks up and down, violently raping him.

Having begun, she would continue to do so. With these thoughts in mind, Yin Bingqing, tears streaming down her face, forcefully moved her body, feeling the intense friction between her delicate vagina and his thick penis. Beyond the uncomfortable sensation, a powerful pleasure surged up, engulfing her completely.

This further aroused her desire, making her movements even more intense, while Yi Shanjin beneath her screamed in agony.

Yu Xuerong, naked and limp on the ground, was awakened by the cries of agony and the sounds of their intense lovemaking. She opened her beautiful eyes, staring blankly at the scene.

She saw her most respected master, the usually pure and dignified, awe-inspiring palace master who never showed any kindness to anyone, now holding down a boy, forcibly raping him, her movements rough and violent, her former elegance completely gone.

Yu Xuerong raised her hand to her cherry lips, letting out a soft gasp in surprise. She unexpectedly tasted semen on her fingertips—the precious semen she had touched from Yi Shanjin's genitals earlier.

Instead of semen leaking from her lower petals, there was no semen. A massive vortex seemed to swirl within her uterus, creating a powerful suction that drew in every drop of semen from her vaginal canal. The semen was pulverized by spiritual energy, absorbed by the uterus, and seeped into her bloodstream, flowing through her veins and becoming part of her body.

This powerful suction, as if conscious, even drew in the last trace of semen clinging to her labia, leaving her tender vulva clean. This astonished Yu Xue Rong; Xie Xiyan's dual cultivation technique was indeed extraordinary.

The intense erotic scene before her ignited her lust, her mind reeling. No longer able to think, she pounced like a lioness, grabbing Yi Shan Jin on the ground, pressing her breasts against him, rubbing her soft, smooth breasts against his chest to release her pent-up desire.

Her rosy nipples throbbed against his chest, bringing her intense pleasure. Although she wanted to push Yin Bingqing down and rape the boy herself, the punch she'd just received reminded her that she was no match for her master.

So, she had to settle for second best, turning her body around and straddling Yi Shanjin's face, positioning her vulva against his lips, and lewdly sitting down.

Watching his snow-white, round buttocks sit on his face, Yi Shanjin cried out in anguish, "Disgusting! Heavens, you are utterly inhuman! Where is justice?!"

His pronouncements of "heaven" and "reason" couldn't change the cruel reality. This high and mighty celestial master and disciple were still forcibly holding down the mortal boy they always looked down upon, engaging in a brutal gang rape.

This dual cultivation technique was so wondrous and unpredictable. The suction from Yu Xue Rong's tender orifice actually drew Yi Shan Jin's tongue out of her mouth and, as if pulled by a thread, automatically probed into her clean, tender orifice, stirring rapidly. His tongue techniques caused Yu Xue Rong to scream loudly, tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Yin Bing Qing rode Yi Shan Jin like a horse, feeling his thick penis thrusting rapidly in and out of her tender orifice, violently rubbing against her delicate, newly-touched flesh. She was almost driven mad with pleasure.

She never dreamed that such pleasure existed in the world. In that case, had she wasted the previous hundreds of years?

The intense pleasure made her dizzy, her cherry lips exhaling a rich fragrance as she gasped heavily. Her jade hands caressed Yi Shan Jin's naked body, her snowy buttocks shaking wildly up and down, as she and her beloved disciple mercilessly raped and ravaged the poor boy.

After an unknown period of rape, she finally reached the peak of pleasure. Her slender, sexy body trembled violently, her tender orifice spasming and contracting, desperately squeezing the boy's penis, creating a powerful suction as if trying to pull it into her womb.

Yi Shanjin also began to scream loudly, his tongue still deeply inserted into his beloved disciple's tender orifice, uttering indistinct cries of agony.

Although Yi Shanjin had been in great pain, the friction from Yin Bingqing's tender orifice for so long had also brought him to the peak of pleasure. Under the intense suction of her flower path, his penis throbbed violently, shooting large amounts of hot semen deep into her honeyed passage.

Yin Bingqing cried out in excitement, her cries a mixture of excitement, sorrow, and humiliation. She didn't know what she would become after losing her virginity, but this moment was truly pleasurable. For this pleasurable feeling, it seemed that any price was worth paying.

Yi Shanjin's tongue rapidly thrust in and out of her tender orifice, licking away countless drops of virgin blood. The tender, newly deflowered orifice was licked with intense pleasure, the delicate flesh trembling violently under the tongue. Yu Xue Rong also reached orgasm, trembling as she hugged her master tightly, bursting into tears.

The two stunningly beautiful women, naked, embraced each other, their high breasts and rosy nipples rubbing intimately, bringing them a strange pleasure.

The spiritual energy in his womb surged wildly into the penis, causing Yi Shan Jin excruciating pain throughout his body, his meridians almost bursting.

The spiritual energy flowed rapidly within his body, then returned to Yin Bing Qing's body with the ejaculated semen, undergoing nine cycles of refinement in her womb, flowing into Yin Bing Qing's meridians along with the churned semen, permeating every part of her body.

From that moment on, the minds of these two celestial beauties were deeply imprinted with Yi Shan Jin's, every part of their bodies permeated with his semen. Even the spiritual energy they had cultivated for many years originated from Yi Shan Jin's body, containing his yang energy; no matter how much they denied it, it was useless.

The penis continued to ejaculate, and intense pleasure surged through Yin Bingqing's heart. The beautiful woman, experiencing her first sexual encounter, was brought to the extreme by the young boy's ministrations. Suddenly, she let out a soft moan and fainted, collapsing onto Yu Xuerong's fragrant shoulder.

Yu Xuerong was startled, then overjoyed. She quickly pushed her master off Yi Shanjin and took her place, her jade-like buttocks thrusting up as she eagerly sat down on Yi Shanjin's groin. Her

smooth, slender hands grasped the wet penis, and her tender orifice quickly swallowed it. Poor Yi Shanjin didn't even have time to catch his breath before being gang-raped repeatedly by this master and disciple, with no regard for his health.

After a long while, the ecstatic Yin Bingqing slowly awoke. Seeing her beloved disciple raping Yi Shanjin, her eyes turned red with jealousy. She immediately climbed on top of Yi Shanjin, her round, snowy buttocks aimed at his face, and quickly sat down.

As if possessed by a demon, Yi Shanjin involuntarily stuck out his tongue to satisfy her, his heart filled with grief, hatred, and fear. He didn't know what kind of evil magic they were using, that could even turn his tongue into a penis.

Their tongues licked and scraped at the tender virgin's honeyed orifice, the slightly rough tongue coating rubbing against the delicate, moist flesh of the opening, bringing a pleasurable sensation. Yin Bingqing sighed, her hair standing on end with excitement. She had never imagined such blissful pleasure existed in the world.

Although her uterus had absorbed all the semen, the honey-like fluid couldn't be contained, gushing from the walls of her vagina and flowing into Yi Shanjin's mouth. The taste was sweet and sour, with a refreshing coolness, like a spring of sweet water. Yi Shanjin, having been violated for so long, was parched. Despite feeling humiliated, he still drank this life-saving spring water mouthful by mouthful with tears in his eyes.

To be fair, the fairy's holy water did taste quite good. As an ignorant boy from a remote town, Yi Shanjin had never tasted such a delicious beverage in his life.

He quickly abandoned his pointless shame and began to gulp down the delicious fairy water.

Due to years of cultivation and his profound and pure magical power, Yin Bingqing's drink was far more delicious than the honey flowing from her disciple's honey pot. Yi Shanjin became addicted, finding it both thirst-quenching and delicious. His tongue flew across the blood-stained, pure petals, licking and licking, causing her to ejaculate profusely, feeding him even more of the drink.

Her pure and precious virgin blood, besides staining his genitals, was also sucked vigorously by him while holding the petals in his mouth, allowing him to taste the pure blood from the body of a stunningly beautiful fairy.

The master and disciple quickly descended into a frenzy of sexual ecstasy, involuntarily embracing each other, moaning and groaning softly, reaching ecstasy time and again on Yi Shanjin's body.

After all, it was the penis that brought them the most pleasure. The beauty riding Yi Shanjin's lap would always collapse to one side first, then the other beauty would unceremoniously push her aside, taking her place and hungrily swallowing the penis just withdrawn from her honeyed orifice into her own body.

Finally, Yi Shanjin also succumbed to pleasure, his penis throbbing wildly as he ejaculated into the womb of who-knows-which fairy, entering a semi-conscious state.

However, as cold-hearted gang rape perpetrators, these two celestial beauties showed no intention of stopping just because he had fainted. Their dual cultivation techniques relentlessly attracted the penis, forcibly drawing it hard, their honeyed passages squeezing it fiercely, forcing it to ejaculate again and again into their bottomless, thirsty wombs.

They had both cultivated for many years, long since reaching the state of "abstaining from grains," making not eating a normal occurrence.

Years of practice, subsisting on dew and wind, had purified their bodies to an extreme purity, free of impurities, countless times purer than mortal women.

Now, these two stunningly beautiful women, consumed by lust, completely forgot about food, relentlessly raping Yi Shanjin, unwilling to leave his body.

Soon, a day passed. In the cave, there was no sun or moon, and no one knew the sun had long since set. In this celestial abode, the two celestial beauties continued to hold Yi Shanjin captive, relentlessly raping him.

Yi Shanjin repeatedly fainted and awoke, oscillating between ecstasy and agony. His mouth was always filled with two flower petals, from which precious nectar and dew flowed, forcibly fed to him.

Celestial holy water, something ordinary people could not drink. The powerful spiritual energy contained within was enough to prolong life, ward off illness and disaster, and, of course, fill his stomach.

Therefore, Yishan Jin was forcibly brought to the state of abstaining from grains. Although he didn't truly abstain from everything, being able to survive on water alone was something he had never imagined before.

A day passed, and Yishan Jin fainted and then awoke.

A night passed, and Yishan Jin awoke and then fainted again.

Several days and nights later, the two beautiful goddesses were still tightly holding him down, violently raping him, screaming and panting excitedly, their bodies writhing wantonly on his body, repeatedly reaching the peak of ecstasy, showing no signs of fatigue.

Yishan Jin finally wept with sorrow, utterly despairing. He had personally experienced the goddesses' formidable stamina and vitality. And so, the days passed. The two beauties relentlessly raped him, completely forgetting the passage of time.

The abundant spiritual energy flowed from their bodies into Yishan Jin's body time and again, and when it flowed back, it was even purer and more concentrated. Their cultivation levels increased continuously, far more effectively than through secluded cultivation.

Simultaneously, Yi Shanjin's physique was also subtly transformed. Spiritual energy flowed through his body repeatedly, entering every part and reshaping his constitution.

This was equivalent to constantly training his body with spiritual energy, refining it countless times until it became an extremely pure spiritual child body.

Such a spiritual child body was extremely rare; if one cultivated immortal techniques, progress would be incredibly rapid, far surpassing others.

In fact, this was one of Xie Xiyan's purposes in creating this dual cultivation technique. Besides purifying the woman's cultivation, it also made the man's body more suitable for cultivating immortal techniques, making his future teaching of disciples much more efficient. Unfortunately ,

he had never taken on any disciples, and now Yi Shanjin had become his first experimental subject.

During this period, the beautiful master and disciple had no time to notice the changes in his body; they were simply panting as they rode him, excitedly and wildly thrusting into him, insatiably pursuing the ultimate pleasure.

Once this dual cultivation technique was activated, it couldn't be stopped. It was truly like a closed-door cultivation retreat; one couldn't emerge until the retreat was complete.

Their pleasure seemed endless; they didn't even sleep, relentlessly forcing him into dual cultivation. Yi Shanjin, on the other hand, would wake up and feel dizzy in waves, groaning with pleasure before falling back asleep.

Later, he gradually slept more and woke less, eventually falling into a deep, unawakened sleep, his penis remaining erect as the two beauties raped and played with his pure virgin body.

Even in his dreams, he could feel the pleasure of being raped. Sometimes he would have erotic dreams, dreaming of running happily on a grassy field, then two beauties would chase after him, pin him down, and rape him!

Sometimes he would dream of being on clouds, riding the clouds like an immortal. Then two beauties would ride the clouds from behind, pin him down on the clouds, and rape him!

Sometimes he would get hungry, and he would dream that he was eating in a restaurant when two beautiful women would burst in, pin him to the table, and rape him!

Whether he dreamed of studying or sleeping at home, the end result was always the same: two powerful fairies would break in and rape him!

He drifted in and out of sleep, not knowing how long he slept, when suddenly a series of crackling sounds woke him.

Yi Shanjin groggily opened his eyes, listening to the noisy firecrackers outside, and thought blankly, "It's New Year's..."

He had been in his cave for several months, and he wondered how his home was doing.

Even if they came to search, they wouldn't find this strange place. Even if they did find it, they certainly couldn't defeat these two lustful fairies.

Thinking this, he felt the beauty on top of him reach another climax, her soft, sweet passage engulfing his entire penis, tightly gripping and squeezing it, causing him to excitedly ejaculate a large amount of semen into the fairy's palace. Then, in extreme exhaustion, he fell into a deep sleep.

And so, another year passed.

The cave dwelling was originally very soundproof. The reason the sound of firecrackers could be heard was because Xie Xiyan intentionally used the New Year as a clock when building the immortal abode.

Mortals' clocks are calculated in days and quarters of an hour. Immortals, however, have extremely long lifespans; a short period of seclusion can last for years or even decades, so they calculate time in years.

Every New Year, the cave dwelling would lift its sound barrier, allowing the sound of firecrackers from afar to travel directly there, informing the cave master that another year had passed.

The same thing happened in summer. When torrential rain poured down on the mountains, the sound would also be heard.

The rolling thunder reached the mountains, and Yi Shanjin slowly awoke, listening to the thunder and rain outside, and thought in a daze, "It's summer..."

Suddenly, he found himself with his hands raised high, the two lustful fairies grabbing them and pressing them against their breasts, forcing him to caress and knead their high, firm breasts.

Their jade peaks were smooth and tender, incredibly pleasurable to the touch. Under the strange effects of the dual cultivation technique, his hands, even in his unconscious state, unconsciously kneaded their breasts, his tongue constantly licking Yin Bingqing's honeyed orifice. When she pushed Yu Xuerong down, not long after, Yu Xuerong would climb onto his face again, her jade buttocks rubbing fiercely against his face and lips, blissfully enjoying his oral service.

A tear welled in Yi Shan's eye, and he drifted back to sleep.

"I can't go home..." he thought sadly. Under these two lustful fairies, he was likely to be like being in the eighteenth level of hell, never to rise again.

He lay there, mechanically satisfying the desires of the two beautiful fairies with his fingers and tongue. Sometimes, when he was slightly more lucid, he could feel his hands caressing and kneading various parts of their jade-like bodies, making them scream with excitement. Yu Li trembled as she sprayed her hot, lustful fluids onto his face and crotch.

The sound of firecrackers rang out, another year had passed.

When Yi Shanjin regained consciousness, he heard thunder and rain outside, and vaguely thought, "It's summer..."

When he woke up from his rape dream again, he heard the sound of firecrackers again: "Another year has passed..."

In this way, Yi Shanjin heard the sound of firecrackers going off three times in a row, and he was raped by this pair of mature and beautiful fairies who were much older than him for three whole years.

In those three years, his body was completely transformed into the most suitable body for spiritual cultivation, while the pair of beautiful master and disciple also reached the moment of perfect cultivation.

Yin Bingqing, who was riding on Yi Shanjin's crotch, suddenly raised her head and screamed. Her even more charming and alluring sexy body burst forth with light, shining brightly, as if a god had descended to earth.

Before her, Yu Xuerong, tightly embracing her, also screamed in trembling excitement, reaching a climax. A powerful suction emanated from her tender orifices, drawing Yi Shanjin's tongue entirely into their delicate honeyed passage.

Yi Shanjin, his long tongue lolling out, could feel the tender moisture of the flesh walls, and a large amount of nectar flowing through the channel created by his tongue, like water flowing through a pipe into his mouth and directly down his throat.

The gravity within his body surged violently, rushing through his tongue and penis into the bodies of the two exquisite fairies. At this moment, the suction within their bodies was extremely strong, draining all of Yi Shanjin's spiritual energy completely, leaving not a single drop.

Drained, Yi Shanjin's eyes widened, his body twitched twice, and finally he lay stiffly on the ground, lifeless.

Thus, after being raped and ravaged for three whole years, Yi Shanjin finally passed away.

And so, this novel has no protagonist.

Chapter Three: The Changing World

Yin Bingqing, naked and straddling Yi Shanjin, stared blankly at the boy beneath her.

His penis still gripped her pure, burning flower path tightly, and as his body stiffened, the penis, inserted deep within her, gradually hardened, its head pressing against her cervix, as cold as ice, chilling her to the bone.

The blush on her face faded, her beautiful features turning deathly pale. She met the equally pale-faced gaze of her beloved disciple, utterly bewildered.

After a long while, they finally rose, stunned, and left the boy they had raped to death.

In truth, to survive three years of rape was already astonishing in its resilience. After all, he hadn't eaten or drunk a single drop of water (normal water) since the rape.

As the cold, hard penis was withdrawn from the warm, tight passage, a soft "plop" sound was heard. Yin Bingqing couldn't help but shed tears, which fell onto Yi Shanjin's body.

At this moment, Yi Shanjin's eyes were closed, his face serene, as if he were in a deep sleep.

Two stunningly beautiful women knelt naked beside him, sobbing sadly, deeply ashamed of their lewd acts. What saddened them even more was that their red lead had been corrupted, and they could no longer cultivate the supreme immortal techniques secretly passed down through generations of the Ice Toad Palace.

However, after three years of secluded cultivation, their strength was vastly different from before. Now, they could roam freely in the cultivation world; their former formidable enemies were no match for them. It was a mixed blessing.

The two pure and innocent fairies, weeping beside Yi Shanjin, hastily put on their beautiful dresses, which they hadn't worn for three years, and then fled, covering their faces, no longer daring to look at the boy who had been brutally raped to death.

As they ran, a few glistening tears of shame and remorse fell through the air, landing on Yi Shanjin as a final farewell.

Yi Shanjin remained motionless, calm and serene, his expression heartbreaking.

They rushed through the hall like a whirlwind, flung open the doors, and fled. In their haste, they disrupted the protective array outside the cave, leaving no time to close the doors, fleeing the scene of the rape and murder.

A gust of wind swept in, carrying dust that settled on Yi Shanjin's naked body.

He lay there quietly, oblivious to everything.

Time passed swiftly, year after year, but here, no one cared about the passage of time.

His young body gradually became covered with a thick layer of dust, obscuring his face and frame.

A century of turmoil passed in the blink of an eye.

Outside, mortals lived and died, generation after generation, growing up and passing away. The land had endured war and the fall of dynasties, only to be followed by powerful figures sweeping across the land and establishing new dynasties.

Within the immortal's cave, all remained quiet, save for the faint, almost imperceptible rustling of falling dust.

For a full hundred years, this book had no protagonist. Therefore, everything that happened during this time had little to do with the book.

But finally, one day, the body covered in dust suddenly stirred.

After a century of slumber, he was finally reborn.

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Yi Shanjin stood dazedly before the jade wall, his body swaying as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

Although he didn't know how much time had passed, the thick layer of dust on his body clearly indicated that many years had gone by.

"After they raped me to death, they just abandoned me like that, without even burying me, and simply put on their clothes and left!"

Thinking of the two fairies' heartless act of removing his acupoints, Yi Shanjin felt a surge of resentment, sadness, and humiliation.

He raised his head, gazing intently at the jade wall, vaguely sensing that his ability to survive a stupor and be reborn was related to the golden characters on it.

Being from a wealthy family, he was naturally literate. He carefully studied the jade wall, striving to memorize the characters. In fact, during the three years he was raped, every time he awoke, his gaze fell upon that jade wall, and he subconsciously practiced according to its instructions. After all, with nothing else to do all day, having something to pass the time was good.

More often than not, however, he passively accepted the women's spiritual energy extraction, automatically circulating the spiritual energy in his meridians under the influence of their abundant spiritual power. This became a habit, and even during his centuries of stagnation, he subtly continued to circulate his spiritual energy, thus preserving his consciousness and eventually awakening.

Beside the jade wall, there was an even smoother jade wall. His gaze unconsciously swept over it, and he suddenly froze.

His face was reflected on the mirror-like surface—a somewhat unfamiliar face.

He reached out in surprise to touch his face, discovering that his appearance had changed considerably.

His skin was fair with a rosy glow, so tender it was tempting to touch. His features had become incredibly handsome, vaguely resembling those two beautiful fairies who had violated him. Fortunately, his youthful appearance still carried a touch of masculinity, making him look like an extremely handsome young boy.

What surprised him even more was that this face looked only eleven or twelve years old, yet it resembled that of a handsome young boy.

"What's going on? Did the cultivation I practiced while I was asleep change my appearance? Or, after being raped, does my face become like a criminal's? And this body, after all these years, has it actually reverted to youth?"

Yi Shanjin wondered in astonishment, pinching his face hard, wondering if he was dreaming.

In his surprise, his legs suddenly went weak, and he lost his balance, hurriedly bracing himself against the jade wall to avoid falling to the ground.

When his hand touched the jade wall, the writing on it suddenly disappeared, and after a while, many lines of golden writing reappeared, but they were completely different from the original records.

Yi Shanjin stared wide-eyed at the writing, vaguely guessing the truth:

"It seems that the previous writing was for women to practice, while this one is a cultivation technique for men!"

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Yi Shanjin staggered through the mountains, utterly lost.

He hadn't realized that more than a hundred years had passed since he entered the mountains.

Judging by his age, his parents should have passed away long ago, and none of the people he knew from before could possibly still be alive.

Even the small town where he lived was destroyed by war more than a decade ago.

The townspeople had long since fled to escape the chaos, and no one knew where they went. Even those who managed to escape might not have returned.

Now, on the site of the former town, there is only a small village, inhabited by people who had moved there from elsewhere.

His life had been cruelly stolen from him for over a hundred years, including three years spent under inhuman gang rape!

His hometown was gone, and here he was just a stranger passing through, enduring the curious yet wary gazes of the villagers.

Yishan was utterly devastated, wandering aimlessly through the mountains, his mind filled with only one thought:

"Why did this happen?"

It was all because of those two fairies!

Those two mature women, much older than him, forcibly defiled him, staining his pure virginity with filth, cruelly toying with his body for a full three years!

Their lust was insatiable; after three years of rape, even an iron man would have been brutally raped to death.

Moreover, after committing this horrific rape and murder, they didn't even bother to dress themselves, leaving him naked and lying dead on the ground. If he hadn't accidentally practiced the cultivation technique on the jade wall, he would have long since turned into a pile of bones!

His heart burned like a raging fire. When he regained consciousness, he found himself standing on the highest peak of Qianli Mountain, with a deep cliff before him.

His loved ones were all gone; just a few more steps and he would be in the underworld to meet them.

Yi Shan stood on the edge of the cliff, his expression shifting constantly, a fierce internal struggle raging within him.

A fierce wind blew against his face, whipping his long hair, which he had grown for a century, into a fluttering motion, and making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

After a long while, Yi Shanjin finally made up his mind. He clenched his fists and roared angrily into the wind:

"I will take revenge! You two women, you have raped me for so many years in vain, I swear I will rape you back! Rape you back!"

This fierce cry pierced through the storm clouds and carried to the heavens.

From this moment on, a violent storm was about to arrive!

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Yi Shanjin, dressed in beggar's clothes, squatted by the side of a city street, staring angrily at the passersby.

He wasn't pretending to be a beggar for fun; he was truly a beggar because he had no money for food.

A hundred years had passed, and the world was different from before. The current dynasty, known as "Great Chu," was a country established after the war, but after years of recuperation, it had gradually recovered its strength.

Yi Shanjin knew the two women were from the "Ice Toad Palace." To find them and avenge his loss, he ventured into a larger city, gathering information everywhere.

The city was different from the isolated town he used to live in. Perhaps it was because the ways of cultivators had changed slightly over a hundred years; in any case, he heard rumors about the cultivation world, completely different from those in his hometown.

However, the patrons in the taverns and teahouses were all ordinary mortals, unaware of the true state of the cultivation world, merely reciting hearsay and gossip as idle chatter.

After a long journey, Yi Shanjin arrived in the larger city, his clothes tattered. Fortunately, he still had some jade, painstakingly retrieved from his cave entrance, which he could pawn for some money.

Unfortunately, the pawnshop owner, seeing his poverty and youth, falsely accused him of theft and forcibly took his jade. If he hadn't run fast, he might have been killed by the guards in the pawnshop!

After escaping the pawnshop, Yi Shanjin dared not linger and immediately fled the city, trekking all the way to this city. He had no food along the way and could only beg for sustenance, living a hand-to-mouth existence, barely escaping starvation.

Now, he was too weak to move and could only squat by the roadside, pitifully waiting for alms. Watching well-dressed pedestrians pass by without offering him anything filled him with anger and hostility towards these heartless rich people.

In his arms, he actually carried some pearl-like things, tears from the eyes of the two women who had raped him, which turned into pearls when they fell to the ground.

The tears from the two women were different, some larger, some smaller. Yi Shanjin didn't understand the value of "virgin tears," and because of the jade incident, he dared not sell them. Besides, these things weren't real pearls; if others saw them, it might bring even greater disaster.

As Yi Shan was lost in thought, something suddenly flew past him and landed on the ground.

It was a small silver ingot, which looked to weigh about an ounce. Although it wasn't much, it was enough for him to live comfortably for a long time.

He quickly looked up, watching a luxurious carriage disappear into the distance. Through the window, a little girl's pretty face appeared, waving and smiling at him.

Ishan Jin's eyes welled up with tears. After being raped and ravaged by a mature woman, and then cheated and robbed by the pawnshop owner, he now felt even more keenly the purity and preciousness of the kind girl's kindness in the face of her help.

As the carriage receded into the distance, Ishan Jin sighed and reached for the silver.

Just as his hand touched the ingot, a foot suddenly stomped down on his hand.

"Ah!" Ishan Jin cried out in pain, looking up to see a group of beggars surrounding him with menacing expressions.

The leading group of beggars, strong and burly, surrounded him, shouting angrily, "Boy, where did you come from? Daring to steal our territory?"

Yi Shan was startled, realizing he had inadvertently entered the Beggars' Guild's territory and blocked the other beggars' path to wealth. This time, he was likely to get a beating.

A fat man shouted, "Who cares where he came from? Break his bones first!"

He looked like he had only recently become a beggar, being fatter than the others. Of course, it was also possible that he held a higher position in the guild, allowing him to eat more high-protein foods without having to work, which explained his weight gain.

"Wait!" A beggar with a pockmarked face smiled kindly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and looked at him with a strange glint in his eyes.

He stepped forward, reaching out to touch Yi Shanjin's face, drooling as he said, "This kid's pretty fair-skinned, so delicate. I wonder if

his ass is this tender too?" Yi Shanjin hurriedly stepped back, dodging the filthy hand, feeling like vomiting.

The fat man paused, then remembered the leader's hobby, and immediately changed his tune, shouting, "The boss is right! Catch this kid and take him back, feel his ass... see if he's hiding anything illegal! If so, keep him for a thorough interrogation!"

Several other burly beggars also gathered around, laughing and whistling at Yi Shanjin. Some of them, having already tasted the leader's pleasure, even gave Yi Shanjin flirtatious glances, their expressions a mixture of schadenfreude and lust.

Yi Shanjin's eyes turned red. He'd been raped by women for three years, and now even men were having designs on him!

If those words hadn't been spoken, he could have simply turned and run away; but now, consumed by rage, he could no longer restrain himself. Seeing the pockmarked gang leader leering and groping him, he suddenly charged forward, swinging his fist and smashing it down on the pockmarked face!

With a bang, the pockmarked man was sent flying, his face a pool of bright red blood, his nose broken.

Yi Shanjin roared, kicked the fat man to the ground, and turned to run.

Behind him, a large group of beggars, as if waking from a dream, chased after him, shouting that they would beat him to death.

Knowing he had committed a grave offense, Yi Shanjin took off running, heading straight for the outskirts of the city.

After a century of slumber, he discovered that his running speed was many times faster than before, and his stamina was also extremely strong. Shaking off these guys wouldn't be difficult; otherwise, he wouldn't have escaped so easily from the pawnshop last time.

Not only that, his strength was also much greater than before. Like that punch that sent the pockmarked gang leader flying—he couldn't have thrown that punch before.

Yishan Jin ran ahead with ease, a group of beggars chasing relentlessly behind. Even the pockmarked gang leader, who seemed to have somehow managed to pull up a donkey, was riding it at breakneck speed, slapping it shut and roaring angrily, "Catch that brat! Everyone, charge at him and smash his asshole! Anyone who doesn't, break his legs!"

The beggars in the lead cheered, their eyes burning as they stared at Yishan Jin's retreating figure, running much faster than before.

Yishan Jin, his face flushed with rage, grabbed a hoe from the roadside and sprinted forward.

A farmer, pulling up his trousers, burst out of the bushes, shouting, "That's mine! Give it back!"

Before he could finish, the strong beggars chasing after him shoved him to the ground, yelling, "Get out of my way!" and trampled over him.

Holding a hoe, Yi Shanjin ran with ease, leisurely leading a group of beggars across the fields outside the city.

The beggars gradually slowed, panting heavily. Yi Shanjin also slowed his pace, keeping them interested in the chase, lest he run too fast and truly leave them behind.

The fields were deserted, save for the beggars chasing and running, gradually disappearing into the depths of the wilderness.

The members of the beggar gang at the back were nearly exhausted, but their leader, still riding his donkey, roared, "Chase them! Whoever is slow will be hung up and beaten when we get back!"

The beggars barely mustered their strength, dragging their heavy legs forward, weakly cursing Yi Shanjin, but they couldn't catch him.

After a chase, the pockmarked gang leader, having grown accustomed to riding the donkey, felt the excruciating pain in his face lessen. The donkey sped off, reaching the front of the group. He pointed at Yi Shanjin and launched into a tirade of vulgarities, unleashing a torrent of vicious and obscene insults upon him.

Hearing the vicious curses behind him, Yi Shanjin turned around, saw the hideous pockmarked face, and suddenly stopped. Enraged, he swung his hoe and brought it down hard on the pockmarked face!

The hoe struck with incredible speed and surprise. The pockmarked man cried out in alarm, unable to dodge, and was struck hard in the face. His pockmarked face was torn apart, and he fell to the ground screaming, splattering blood everywhere.

The donkey brayed and galloped away. The beggars behind, who were nearly exhausted, rushed forward, scooping up the pockmarked man and shouting wildly.

Yishan Jin turned around, swung his hoe, and smashed it hard on the back of a burly beggar's head, knocking him to the ground, blood splattering from his head.

Another beggar, seeing the situation was dire, hurriedly raised his stick to strike. Yishan Jin roared, raised his hoe high, and brought it down with ferocious force, breaking the beggar's stick-fighting technique in one move. The hoe struck the beggar's chest, shattering his sternum.

Seeing his strongest companion lying half-dead on the ground, and seeing Yishan Jin's ruthless attack, his eyes bloodshot with the urge to kill, the twenty-odd beggars were terrified. The cowardly ones were already preparing to flee, while the clever ones took off running in all directions.

"Don't run! All of you stay here!" Yishan Jin, seething with anger, and with Xiaojuhua also threatened by the beggars, was furious and unwilling to let them escape.

Seeing his fierce and menacing appearance, the more timid beggars trembled with fear. Only the bolder and more cautious beggars, undeterred by his intimidation, fled as fast as they could.

Among them, the fat man who had suggested catching Yishan Jin and touching him was the fastest. Despite his size, his stamina was better than the others, though still far inferior to Yishan Jin's.

Yishan Jin snorted coldly, raised his hoe, and chased after him. He easily took a few long strides, caught up with the fat man, and suddenly spun around, swinging the hoe wildly. It slammed heavily onto the fat man's knee. With a crisp crack, the fat man screamed and fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

Yishan Jin was already bloodthirsty and didn't care about the consequences. He continued to smash the fat man's limbs with the hoe, breaking them several times. The last blow shattered his neck.

The other beggars, witnessing this scene, were so terrified they nearly collapsed to the ground. Ishan Jin turned his head, his fierce gaze sweeping over the group like a wolf eyeing a pack of rats.

A few, still defiant, ran around while he chased the fat man, but their exhaustion from the previous chase left them breathless after only a few steps. Ishan Jin easily caught up, smashing their spines with his hoe.

The other beggars knelt in fear, but Ishan Jin didn't stop. He rushed over and began hacking at a few beggars

with his hoe. Those men had been staring lewdly at his groin and face. Having been raped before, Ishan Jin was extremely sensitive to such gazes. The thought that these filthy men also intended to rape him enraged him. He swung his hoe mercilessly, breaking their bones and splinters, two of them even having their brains spill out.

The remaining dozen or so beggars were terrified, half-dead, prostrating themselves on the ground and kowtowing desperately, crying and wailing, "Grandpa! We were blind! Please have mercy and spare our lives!"

Yi Shanjin glared at them for a long time, his eyes red with rage, roaring inwardly, "So this is what it feels like to have the power of life and death! Those two lustful fairies, is this how they see us mortals too?"

"They don't treat us mortals like human beings at all? They kill us when they want, rape us when they want? After raping and murdering us, they just dump the bodies on the spot, too lazy even to bury them?" Yi Shanjin looked up at the setting sun, his grief and indignation almost unbearable.

Looking at the ground, he saw the dead and wounded everywhere; most of the survivors were teenagers who had been spared only because they hadn't looked at him with lustful eyes.

"Go, stone all those injured guys to death!" Yi Shanjin ordered through gritted teeth. Seeing the beggars still hesitant to move, his anger surged. Suddenly, he raised his hoe and swung it down, smashing a middle-aged beggar's brains into pieces, killing him horribly on the ground.

Although this guy didn't look at him with lewd eyes, he did curse a few times, mentioning Yi Shanjin's genitals and parents. Yi Shanjin had accidentally missed him earlier, and now he was using him to establish his authority.

The remaining little beggars were so frightened that they burst into tears. Some even soiled themselves, scrambling to grab stones from the ground, howling as they pounced on the pockmarked gang leader and his men, smashing them with stones until they were mangled and lifeless. Only then did they drop the stones, kneel before Yi Shanjin, and kowtow, begging only for their lives.

Yishan Jin stood under the moonlight, leaning on a hoe smeared with brains, looking like a demon under the moon. He stared at them for a long time with bloodshot eyes, then suddenly asked, "How did these people die?"

The little beggars were terrified. Although they had regained their strength, none of them dared to lay a hand on him. Hearing his question, they trembled and dared not answer.

A beggar who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a black mole on his face, was a little braver and hurriedly answered, "It was you, sir..."

"Hmm?" Yishan Jin glared at him and shouted, "What did you say?"

The beggar was terrified and hurriedly cried out, "No, we killed them! We killed them all!"

The fierce light in Yishan Jin's eyes softened slightly. He glanced at the group of little beggars and said in a deep voice, "What do you say?"

"We killed them!" The beggars wailed and confessed their crimes. No one dared to meet his cold gaze.

In this way, everyone was guilty of murder, and no one dared to report Yishan Jin's murder.

Yishan Jin sneered and shouted, "No! They died from fighting over the loot! Don't you agree?"

The little beggars, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly shouted, "Grandpa is right! They died because they had too much money and became greedy, fighting each other to their deaths!"

"In that case, bury them!"

The little beggars worked together to dig a large pit in the wilderness, stuffed the dead beggars into it, and hastily buried them.

From the corpses, they found some money and valuables, which the beggar with the mole held and placed in front of Yishan Jin. He knelt down and begged, "Grandpa, you are incredibly powerful! Please lead us and protect us from being bullied!"

He had a good eye; although Yishan Jin was strong, he obviously had nowhere to go, otherwise he wouldn't be begging on the streets.

If they made him their leader, not only would Yi Shanjin have a place to stay, but they wouldn't have to worry about him killing people to cover their tracks again. They could also rely on Yi Shanjin to repel other beggars who came to take their territory.

Yi Shanjin snorted coldly and ordered, "Write down all this money; you'll keep it for now!"

Thus, Yi Shanjin became the leader of the Beggars' Clan.

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Despite being called the leader, Yi Shanjin only managed about twenty beggars, and his territory was limited to the west of the city.

Yi Shanjin wasn't very enthusiastic about the Beggars' Clan's cause and didn't want to continue developing along this lucrative path. Therefore, he had no interest in seizing more territory; he only needed to manage his subordinates.

Beggars were very useful for gathering information, so Yi Shanjin sent his men out to inquire about cultivation sects. However, all of this was useless. Beggars were only mortals; they could only inquire within the mortal world, and in the end, they obtained no valuable information.

The only news related to the two fairies who had raped him came from a beggar who overheard the name "Ice Toad Palace" on the roadside. It seemed to be an ancient and powerful cultivation sect, one that no one dared to provoke.

Cultivators were inherently high and mighty beings, regarded as gods by mortals. Even the powerful officials of the city had to kowtow to them. These beggars, on the other hand, could only respectfully kowtow to officials; the difference in their status was immense.

By this logic, the Ice Toad Palace, at the top of the cultivation world, was far too powerful for Yi Shanjin, a man from the bottom of mortal society, to challenge. Compared to the Ice Toad Palace, he was less than a newborn ant.

He already knew the strength of his enemies and the terrifying power behind them, but having decided to embark on the path of revenge, nothing could shake Yi Shanjin's determination.

In his spare time, Yi Shanjin taught his subordinates to practice with spears and clubs. Back in his day at home, he had learned some rudimentary martial arts from the guards, making him far superior to these beggars.

But most of the time, he spent his time alone in the dilapidated temple in the west of the city, sitting cross-legged behind the statue to cultivate immortal arts.

The incantations that had appeared on the jade wall were firmly memorized by Yi Shanjin; even if he didn't fully understand them, he dared not forget them.

Moreover, while searching the cave, he unexpectedly found a small booklet under the table, covered in dust, seemingly something unimportant, carelessly tossed there.

But what Xie Xiyan disregarded was a precious item untouchable by mortals. It contained haphazardly written immortal incantations and techniques, most of which Yi Shanjin couldn't understand, and even if he did, he couldn't practice them.

Due to insufficient spiritual power, even making hand seals and chanting incantations was useless; avoiding backlash was considered lucky.

However, one section contained simple and easy-to-understand incantations, divided into nine levels, perfect for beginners.

Xie Xiyan seemed to have practiced this technique when she first entered the Daoist path. Later, after achieving great success in her cultivation and gaining more knowledge, she casually modified it and named it "Hai Na Gong," meaning "the sea embraces all rivers," and recorded it in this booklet.

Seeing that it was an introductory cultivation method, Yi Shanjin naturally wanted to practice it. Every day, he drew in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refining it into his own spiritual power, hoping that one day he could also achieve success and go to the Ice Toad Palace to avenge the three years of rape!

His food and clothing were provided by the beggars. In the past few days, Yi Shanjin led the little beggars in several fights against their fellow beggars who came to seize territory. They had both won and lost, and he didn't suffer any major losses, firmly guarding his territory in the west of the city, thus steadily establishing his prestige.

After a month of practice, he hadn't seen any results. Yi Shanjin knew he couldn't be impatient. If cultivating immortality were so easy, then everyone would cultivate immortality and live forever.

One noon, Yi Shanjin was sitting in meditation in the temple when he suddenly heard a commotion outside. He dispersed his energy and went out to see what was happening.

It was his group of subordinates who came. Five or six little beggars surrounded a ragged child, forcing him to walk towards the dilapidated temple.

Yi Shanjin glanced at him suspiciously and asked the leader, a beggar with a mole, "Little Black, what's going on?"

"Little Black" was his nickname; he'd forgotten his real name. As an orphan since childhood, he'd been called "Little Black" all along, and he'd gotten used to it.

Seeing Yi Shanjin ask, Little Black hurriedly bowed and respectfully replied, "Chief Chuhe, this guy has taken over our territory and is begging for money. He didn't even come to pay his respects, so we brought him here for you to deal with!"

"Chief Chuhe" was actually a respectful title for Yi Shanjin. Because he'd been gang-raped for three years, he felt ashamed to face his ancestors, so he simply concealed his real name and adopted an alias, thinking that any future shame would only be a disgrace to the "Chu" family.

When he killed the pockmarked beggar gang, he'd used a hoe he'd found by the roadside, and the fields beside the road were full of rice seedlings, so he casually named himself "Chu" (meaning "hoe") and "He" (meaning "rice").

As for whether there was actually anyone with the surname Chu in this world, he didn't care at all, and the little beggars didn't dare to express any doubt, so the name just stuck.

Yi Shanjin glanced at the child, who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, with fair and pretty features, but she was a little girl, her clothes were tattered, and her face was full of panic.

Yi Shanjin was, after all, from a wealthy family; judging from the quality of her clothes, they were like those worn by a rich man, only they were so tattered and covered in mud that their original color was unrecognizable.

"What's your name, and what are you doing here?" Yi Shanjin asked in a drawn-out voice. Having been the gang leader for these past few days, he had cultivated a kingly aura, and his every move exuded authority.

"I, I..." the girl stammered, but her voice was quite clear and melodious, very pleasant to hear.

Xiao Hei leaned closer, smiling obsequiously, and whispered, "Chief, this guy's playing dumb, he knows nothing. In my humble opinion, since you live alone and are lonely, why not let this little girl serve you... Or, why don't you take her as your concubine and give her a good lesson tonight?"

Yi Shanjin was taken aback, his eyes widening as he stared at the lewd smile on Xiao Hei's face. Suddenly, he flew into a rage, slapping Xiao Hei hard across the face, knocking him to the ground. He roared furiously, "You beast! You want me to sleep with such a young girl! Aren't you afraid of killing her?"

Xiao Hei covered his face and lay on the ground, tears welling in his eyes, replying, "The little girl that Master Li from Bali Village took as his concubine last time was a few years younger than her, and she screamed in agony that night too, but she's still alive!"

"You dare say that!" Yi Shanjin kicked him, remembering his own tragic experience, his heart aching. He stomped on Xiao Hei several times, making him scream in agony as he scrambled away.

Yishan suppressed his anger, knowing that if things continued this way, someone might really die, so he let him escape.

These past few days, he had been secretly reflecting on his behavior, finding his temper had become much more volatile, and he often couldn't control his anger.

This wasn't surprising; he was originally from a wealthy family, pampered and used to a life of happiness. Who knew he would suffer such a tragedy, being imprisoned and tortured for years in a secret room by two mature women much older than him? Even a normal person would be psychologically disturbed by such torture, let alone a sensitive teenager in the throes of puberty.

Since then, he had become extremely sensitive to the topic of sex. Last time, Ma Zi tried to imitate the fairy's behavior but lacked the fairy's abilities, resulting in Yishan wielding a hoe in a fit of rage and killing the entire gang of lecherous men.

He committed murder, but he didn't care much. After all, he was just a dead man, his family and relatives gone, and now he was only enduring humiliation to seek revenge; whether he lived or died didn't matter much to him.

After that outburst, he felt much better, which is why he'd been able to treat his subordinates more calmly these past few days, using a combination of kindness and strictness to reassure the little beggars.

Yishan glared angrily at the surrounding beggars, grabbed a girl from the group, and asked, "Are you hungry? Where did you come from?"

The girl nodded, timidly replying, "Hungry. I've been walking in the wilderness for days and haven't eaten in ages!"

"Come here, eat!" Yishan ordered the little beggars to offer him the food they'd begged for. They sat down on the ground, gathered some dry firewood to start a fire, cooked the food in an earthenware pot, and began to eat heartily.

As the leader, he naturally ate the best food. The girl, having shared a similar experience, was also given some food by him, filling her stomach.

While she ate, Yishan earnestly instructed her on the responsibilities and obligations of a beggar.

"Want to eat your fill? Then you'll have to beg! That's the rule here, no work, no food! Mute, take her with you, let her go beg on your street, don't let anyone bully her!"

A middle-aged beggar sitting opposite the fire nodded憨憨地, babbling to indicate he would never disobey his leader's orders.

Yi Shan Jin turned to look at the girl and found that she was indeed beautiful, with a refined and elegant temperament, truly a beauty in the making. If he left her on the street like this, she might cause trouble.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of charcoal ash, casually smearing it on the girl's face. It felt smooth and delicate to the touch, seemingly even better than the skin of a wealthy family's daughter.

The girl stared wide-eyed in alarm, not daring to dodge, letting him touch her face, smearing it with black ash, concealing her beautiful features.

Yi Shan Jin earnestly instructed her, "Don't make yourself too pretty, you have to be a little dirty to avoid trouble! Otherwise, some perverted lecher might take a liking to you, drag you home, put you on the bed, and stab you in the groin with a big stick, making you suffer terribly! So you have to smear your face black, understand?"

The girl nodded obediently, it was unclear whether she understood.

"By the way, tell me your name! Since you've joined my gang, you can't be without a name, right?"

"I... I don't remember..." the girl said timidly, lowering her head, very embarrassed, "I can't remember anything from before."

"Hmm?" Yi Shan Jin tilted his head and stared at her for a long time, then said, "Alright, if you don't want to say your name, that's fine. Hmm, then I'll give you a name!"

He looked up at the blazing sun in the sky and casually said, "Anyway, it's noon now, I picked you up at noon, so let's call you 'Midday'!" "

What a wonderful name! What a wonderful name! The leader of the Chuhe Gang is indeed learned; even the name he chose is so poetic!" A group of beggars cheered loudly, flattering Yi Shanjin with all their might.

The girl looked at them with bewilderment, then at Yi Shanjin, and nodded slightly, tacitly accepting the name.

After finishing their meal, Yi Shanjin told the mute to take the girl to beg in the streets. The other beggars also went to their respective territories to beg, leaving him alone to sit quietly behind the statue of a deity, concentrating on his cultivation.

Although he still hadn't made much progress, Yi Shanjin wasn't in a hurry. He calmed his mind and focused on experiencing the feeling of drawing spiritual energy from heaven and earth into his body.

Back then, Wu Zixu was determined to take revenge, but his enemy was too lucky and died within a few decades. Upon hearing the tragic news, Wu Zixu wailed and wept bitterly.

Yi Shanjin, however, didn't have such concerns. Those two enemies had long lives; they would surely live to see him take revenge, as long as he could gain the ability to do so!

He didn't know how long he had been cultivating, but there was still no progress. Yi Shanjin sighed inwardly and was about to stop and leave when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the temple.

The sound was very light, and the footsteps entered the temple, hesitating as they approached him.

Yi Shanjin's senses had become incredibly sharp; he immediately recognized the footsteps of a very light-weight girl.

Outside the temple gate, he also heard the mute's footsteps—it must be him bringing Dangwu back.

Only Dangwu would come to him from the back; anyone else would have long been accustomed to his cultivation and dared not disturb him.

The footsteps drew closer. Yi Shanjin frowned slightly, about to open his eyes and scold her for being unruly and bothering him, when suddenly a feeling of being raped surged within him.

This was the strange sensation of spiritual energy circulating in his meridians, a feeling he had only experienced before during rape. Three years had passed, and it was etched into his memory, impossible to forget. The

spiritual energy surging in his meridians was only a tiny fraction, yet it was a world of difference compared to the complete absence of feeling during his previous cultivation.

After so much cultivation, he had finally entered the gate!

From this day forward, he was no longer an ordinary mortal, but would step into the realm of immortals, his future limitless. In this world, even an ordinary immortal disciple is far stronger than a mortal, worshipped and revered by countless mortals as a great immortal.

Yi Shanjin suppressed his shock and joy, diligently guiding his spiritual energy through his meridians, allowing that tiny bit of spiritual energy to flow throughout his body, nourishing his already depleted meridians.

Dang Wu hesitated, walking to his side, stopping, staring wide-eyed at his flushed face. A strange feeling welled up inside her, making her linger beside him, unwilling to leave.

The closer she got, the stronger the fluctuations of spiritual energy within Yi Shanjin's body became. What was originally so weak as to be almost imperceptible was now extremely active, flowing faster through his meridians.

Yi Shanjin patiently guided it through his meridians for several cycles, feeling his spiritual energy grow stronger and stronger, like a drop of dew transforming from a trace of water—a significant improvement over before.

The voices of beggars came from outside the temple gate; they were clearly returning from begging and preparing to cook.

Yi Shanjin withdrew his power, channeling his spiritual energy into his dantian. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at Dangwu beside him with a complex and unfathomable gaze.

"Who exactly are you?" Yi Shanjin asked in a deep voice.

"I...I..." Dangwu's pretty face showed surprise and confusion, which didn't seem feigned.

Yi Shanjin squinted at her, vaguely feeling that she resembled the two women who had raped him. This resemblance was something he could only sense, not explain, filling him with a sense of crisis.

He had seen some women in the mortal world, some beautiful, but none of them felt like Dangwu. It was a kind of ethereal, otherworldly beauty, like those two pure and immaculate fairies.

"I really don't remember!" Under Yi Shanjin's cold gaze, Dangwu covered her face with her hands, almost crying in fear.

The coldness in Yi Shanjin's eyes gradually faded. He stood up, casually flicked his clothes, and said in a deep voice, "From now on, you don't need to go out begging anymore. Just stay by my side and serve me!"

With that, he strode out of the temple, no longer glancing at Dangwu.

Chapter Four: The Perverted Woman

Since Dangwu joined the Beggars' Sect, Yi Shanjin's cultivation speed had suddenly accelerated.

If Dangwu went out to fetch water and buy vegetables, no matter how hard Yi Shanjin tried to cultivate, his spiritual energy remained so weak it was almost imperceptible, and even more difficult to control.

But once she stood beside him, the faint spiritual energy within Yi Shanjin's body would circulate faster, as if drawn by her aura, becoming more active.

Yi Shanjin had also tried to subtly probe Dangwu's background, but no matter how he tested her, she always appeared as a standard amnesiac girl, without a single flaw.

Later, Yi Shanjin stopped questioning her. He always kept her by his side during his cultivation sessions, whether sitting or standing. As long as she was close, his cultivation would proceed smoothly, and his spiritual energy could circulate throughout his meridians. During those

three years, although his meridians were expanded to an astonishing degree by the fairies' incredibly powerful spiritual energy, at the last moment, the two fairies' intimate passages, like dragons sucking water, completely drained his spiritual energy. If it weren't for the pull of Dangwu's energy, he didn't know when the last trace of spiritual energy hidden within him would have surfaced to aid his cultivation.

Half a month later, Yi Shanjin's spiritual energy gradually increased. Although still very weak, it could circulate on its own even without Dangwu by his side, though the cultivation effect was still not as significant as when she was with him.

This greatly pleased Yi Shanjin, and he treated Dangwu much better, often preparing delicious food to nourish her body, watching her thin frame gradually fill out.

Dang Wu, ever grateful, stayed by Yi Shanjin's side every day, diligently serving him and ensuring he lived a comfortable life where he had everything done for him.

She had previously been destitute and bullied by beggars, but fortunately, Yi Shanjin, as the gang leader, had taken her in and given her half a street to beg for—this was already an immense favor. Now, she didn't even have to beg; she could enjoy ready-made food. Her gratitude towards Yi Shanjin deepened, filling her heart.

During this time, the Beggars' Gang's finances also improved. Yi Shanjin usually didn't manage affairs, only leading his men in battle, defeating other beggar gangs so fiercely that they dared not challenge him. Late at

night, Yi Shanjin was fast asleep when suddenly his body trembled violently, waking him from a nightmare, his body covered in cold sweat.

He quickly reached down and touched his hard penis, relieved to find it wasn't being gripped and sucked like a vise by the beautiful woman's honey pot. He breathed a sigh of relief, buried his face in the pillow, and almost cried.

Even a hundred years later, he still had nightmares. He had just dreamt of being entangled with those two fairies again, and even now, he could still feel the silky smooth touch of their naked bodies on his hands.

Moonlight streamed in through a hole in the roof of the dilapidated temple, bathing him in its glow. Gazing at the bright moon in the night sky, Yishan unconsciously thought of his time at home.

Back then, life at home was peaceful but happy. A strict father, a loving mother, and adorable younger siblings—everyone lived happily together.

But in the blink of an eye, everything had changed. All that was past, the happy family, had vanished completely, never to be retrieved.

Yishan gazed wistfully at the bright moon in the night sky, silently reciting the famous lines written by the great poet Lü Hei of the previous dynasty when he longed for home: "The bright moonlight shines

before my bed,

two pairs

of shoes lie on the ground..." Suddenly, a soft sobbing sound interrupted his poetic reverie.

The voice was gentle and tender, both lovely and sorrowful. Yishan turned his head and saw the girl he had taken in burying her head in the blankets, letting out suppressed sobs.

Although the dilapidated temple was large, only the two of them slept behind the statues of the gods; everyone else's quarters were closer to the temple entrance.

As the revered and great leader of the gang, Yishan naturally had the privilege of a single room; and Dangwu, now his personal maid, naturally shared a room with him.

The two best blankets in the gang were laid out behind the statues, so the two of them could sleep side by side, making it convenient for the maid to get up at night to care for him.

As night fell, the subordinates would discreetly hide away to sleep, not wanting to disturb their pure world.

Of course, every night a few teenage beggars would prick up their ears to eavesdrop on the sounds behind the statue, only to be disappointed in the end, cursing inwardly, "The boss is hogging the toilet without doing anything," before falling asleep resentfully.

At this moment, Yi Shanjin lay side by side with his maid. He gently reached out and lifted her blanket, seeing Dang Wu lying on her pillow, sobbing softly, her tear-streaked face a pitiful sight.

Feeling the cold air entering the blanket, she hurriedly raised her head, forcing back her sobs, "Boss, do you want some water?"

"Hmm, no." Yi Shanjin gently shook his head, unsure what to say, and could only manage these words.

The beautiful young girl misunderstood his meaning, hurriedly getting up and running to fetch the chamber pot.

She was only wearing underwear, revealing her smooth, white breasts and beautiful legs, which shimmered with a lustrous sheen under the bright moonlight, leaving Yi Shan Jin somewhat stunned.

Soon, she returned with a chamber pot, kneeling obediently before Yi Shan Jin, her delicate hands holding it up and presenting it to him.

Yi Shan Jin reluctantly got up, unwilling to refuse her kindness and let her come all this way for nothing. He pulled down his underwear, placed his limp penis into the chamber pot, and began to urinate. Dang Wu,

kneeling before him, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, couldn't resist her curiosity and once again raised her beautiful eyes to cautiously peek at his penis.

Although it was soft, it was long and thick, like a small elephant's trunk, making her heart race. She couldn't help but think, "How can it be so big? If I put it there, will it burst?"

Although she had lost her memory, she vaguely remembered hearing about things between men and women before, but she couldn't remember which book she had read it in.

The thought of the gang leader's thing being inserted into a girl's vagina sent a chill down her spine as she imagined her own small

, delicate body. Her face paled, and her hands, holding the chamber pot, trembled slightly. Hearing her breathing quicken, Yi Shanjin lowered his head. Seeing her gentle, pretty face, her white neck beneath her dark hair, a surge of desire coursed through him, and his penis began to harden.

The little girl, hearing the urination stop and feeling the warmth of the water in the chamber pot, was about to take it away when her bright eyes narrowed. Suddenly, she saw the penis and froze.

The penis resting on the rim of the chamber pot was visibly hardening rapidly, much thicker and longer than before.

She looked up in astonishment, meeting Yi Shanjin's lustful eyes. The two stared at each other in the night, both somewhat bewildered.

Yi Shanjin hadn't met many girls before, and he always kept a respectful distance. He'd never actually stared at a girl with his penis exposed like this before—except, of course, for those two lecherous women.

It wasn't until his swollen penis was almost touching her small, cute nose, and he could even smell a faint fishy odor, that Dang Wu finally woke up. She hurriedly crawled back two steps, got up, and stumbled away.

She placed the chamber pot behind the nearby statue, her heart pounding, her pretty face flushed crimson.

Yi Shanjin had already come to his senses, tucked his penis back into his underwear, crawled under the covers, and pretended to be asleep.

Hearing the rustling sounds beside him, Yi Shanjin knew Dang Wu had already crawled back under the covers. Neither of them spoke; only their slightly rapid breathing echoed in the deep night.

After a while, Yi Shan Jin couldn't help himself. He turned over, lifted her blanket, and softly asked, "Why were you crying just now?" Dang Wu

was silent for a moment before timidly saying, "I was thinking that I don't remember anything about my family, and I'm afraid I'll never be able to go home again, so I couldn't help it..."

"I see..." Yi Shan Jin sighed softly, and reached out to embrace her slender waist, pulling her to his side.

Their blankets were already close together, and he was strong enough to easily pull her into his arms and cover her with the blanket.

He held her soft, smooth body, gently stroking her silky hair, and thought of his little sister at home, feeling a pang of sadness.

His sister had been just as adorable back then, with a timid look on her face. Their parents preferred boys and didn't spoil her much, sometimes even beating and scolding her. She would hide under the covers and cry, and Yi Shan Jin had heard her cry many times.

Back then, only Yi Shan Jin would hold her, gently comfort her, take her out fishing and bird catching, and make her happy.

Yi Shan Jin still remembered his little sister's adoration and attachment to him, the warmth of her snuggling against him, and the timid yet tender look in her eyes.

But all of that was gone. His family and loved ones were no longer in this world, and even his dearest little sister was someone he would never see again.

As he gently stroked her, Dang Wu's tense and stiff body gradually relaxed. Suddenly, he felt something wet on his forehead. Looking up, he saw the gang leader crying.

"Is the gang leader homesick too?" she thought vaguely, a tender feeling welling up inside her. Involuntarily, she raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears on his face.

Under the tranquil moonlight, the handsome boy and the beautiful little girl nestled together, comforting and warming each other—a scene both heartwarming and poignant.

Yi Shan Jin lowered his head, quietly gazing at her beautiful, childlike face. A surge of emotion welled up within him, and he slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips to her cherry-red, adorable little mouth.

Her lips were fragrant and soft, and a sweet taste emanated from between her pearly teeth. Ishan kissed her cherry lips gently and tenderly, softly sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth.

The little girl, bewildered, accepted his kiss, her pretty face flushed, her heart pounding faster and faster.

Ishan's tongue parted her cherry lips, gliding over her pearly teeth, teasing her soft, fragrant tongue, and instinctively began a passionate kiss with her.

His hands involuntarily reached for her breasts, caressing her small breasts through her clothes. They were truly small, easily grasped in one hand, but the soft, smooth texture of her nipples could be clearly felt even through her underwear.

The girl trembled weakly, involuntarily responding to his kiss, trembling as she sucked on his tongue, her delicate tongue licking and entwining against it, almost fainting.

Stroking her smooth, alluring, and adorable body, Yishan Jin's lower body naturally hardened, pressing against Dang Wu's legs, forcing her panties inward.

In the midst of their passionate kiss, the little girl was almost fainting, her innocent, dazed eyes looking at him. Although she felt this wasn't right, she lacked the strength to stop him.

But at this critical moment, Yishan Jin didn't penetrate her further, only passionately kissing her

. After a while, until they were almost breathless, he pulled his lips away, lying face to face, breathing quietly.

Anyone who has been raped will have psychological trauma, even Yishan Jin, the gang leader, was no exception.

Therefore, although his penis was hard against Dang Wu's lower body, he didn't want to take it out of his panties to share pleasure with her.

"She's still young," Yishan Jin told himself, unsure if this was the truth or simply out of fear of sex.

"She might not want to. If I force her, it might hurt her, just like what happened to me." Recalling his sexual encounter years ago, Ishan Jin felt both excited and distressed.

He suddenly jolted, remembering what had happened today—this was his first kiss!

Back then, two older, mature, and sexy women, though they had been intimate with him for three years, hadn't even kissed him once. It was clear their goal was merely to rape and play with the innocent boy's body, prioritizing sexual pleasure above all else, without any genuine feelings involved.

He never imagined that after being raped for a century, he would still have the chance to give his first kiss with genuine affection. Thinking of this, Ishan Jin felt both fortunate and sorrowful.

As Wu gradually regained consciousness, seeing that he didn't make any further moves, she understood that he was considerate of her frail body. Deeply grateful, she nestled in his warm embrace, stealing glances at his handsome face, her heart pounding wildly. From that moment on, she bound a thread of affection firmly to him.

Yi Shanjin held the beautiful and lovely girl tightly in his arms, his heart pounding for a long time before closing his eyes and falling asleep like a pair of mandarin ducks, their necks intertwined.

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That morning, the Beggars' Sect disciples noticed that their leader was acting differently than usual.

Not only him, but even his maidservants seemed distracted.

At breakfast, they often took the wrong things, frequently exchanging blushing glances before quickly looking away.

"There's definitely something going on!" Several clever little beggars exchanged glances, their eyes blazing with desire.

A few secretly regretted not having held out long enough the night before, falling asleep before their passions were fully aroused. They vowed to stay up all night to hear the whole story!

Seeing their furtive glances, Yi Shanjin guessed what was going on. Blushing, he chased them all out to beg, then left with Dangwu.

After all, he was a manager here, like the boss of a large company. He didn't need to come to work on time like everyone else; he just needed to make regular rounds and check if his subordinates were working hard.

Since arriving in this city, he hadn't been in the mood for shopping or sightseeing. Today, he was in a good mood and told Dangwu he would take her shopping. Sure enough, she cheered and jumped for joy, her pretty face flushed with excitement.

After all, she was a little girl at heart; being able to go out and play, especially with her sweetheart, was naturally a joy.

That day, Dangwu dressed up beautifully. Although she didn't have much makeup, her mended clothes were washed clean, and paired with her innocent and pretty face, she looked extremely cute.

Yishan gently held her soft, smooth little hand, watching the sunlight shine on her fair and delicate face, her skin glowing with a rosy hue, her bright eyes pure and flawless. He felt a surge of affection for her and led her towards Miaoshikou Street.

The girl, blushing, followed him closely. Countless passersby were captivated by her pure and beautiful appearance, bumping into walls and staring in her direction even after getting up.

If she were alone, some thugs would surely approach her. But she was walking beside Yi Shanjin, whose reputation for ruthlessness had recently shrewdly tarnished his reputation; no one dared to challenge him. Last

time, Yi Shanjin led a group of beggars in a brawl with their counterparts from the South City to protect their workplace in the West City. The South City beggar leader, a burly and notoriously fierce man, was easily overpowered by Yi Shanjin and his henchmen. Yi Shanjin smashed the beggar leader's left shoulder with a hoe, leaving him half-bloodied as he fled. Many witnessed this.

Afterwards, a power struggle erupted within the South City beggar gang, resulting in them being robbed by beggars from other streets and losing half their territory. Yi Shanjin's men seized the opportunity to raid two more streets, greatly enhancing Yi Shanjin's reputation. Not only beggars, but even ordinary gangs dared not bother them.

Miaoshikou Street, one of the newly seized begging territories, was bustling with activity, filled with vendors selling various items. Yi Shanjin had a large force stationed there, so he wasn't worried about his girlfriend being taken advantage of.

It was Dangwu's first time visiting a market, and she was curious about everything, looking around with wide eyes. Her eyes would light up when she saw something she liked, and she would linger, reluctant to leave, yet she wouldn't ask Yi Shanjin to buy her anything.

Seeing how obedient and adorable she was, Yi Shanjin sighed inwardly, forcibly pulled out his gang's funds from his pocket, took out a few coins, and bought a beautiful silk flower from a jewelry stall, gently tucking it behind her ear. The vibrant silk flower

against her dark hair accentuated her stunning beauty, making her even more breathtaking.

Although she was still young, her beauty was already undeniable, captivating Yi Shanjin's gaze.

Compared to the two fairies, her beauty was like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with its own unique charm. In the mortal world, such beauty was unparalleled, drawing onlookers who stopped to admire her.

Yi Shanjin knew that letting her emerge unscathed would cause trouble, but he didn't care. He simply held her hand, walking with her, his heart filled with tenderness as he looked at her blushing cheeks.

This young couple, like a match made in heaven, walked hand in hand down the street, a beautiful sight that dazzled the bustling crowds, who watched them walk away.

Dangwu, shyly lowering her head, nestled gently against Yi Shanjin, feeling his tall, warm body as a reliable support. Being with him made her feel incredibly safe and fearless.

A spring breeze swept by, scattering a few peach blossoms across his face. Yi Shanjin was captivated, gazing at the lovely girl beside him. He felt a pang of bewilderment at being moved by an eleven or twelve-year-old girl.

He thought of himself, over a hundred years old, and the thought of such "old cows gnawing on young grass," and the hundred years he had needlessly lost,

filling him with shame and sorrow. Since fate had granted him a second chance at youth, to make up for his lost adolescence, he couldn't let it slip away. He tightened his grip on the girl Roufu's hand, pulling her closer as they walked.

In the bustling street, the stalls selling cosmetics and cheap jewelry were many more numerous. Yi Shanjin's eyes sparkled as he looked at Dangwu, ultimately unable to bear disappointing her. He gritted his teeth and spent a large portion of the gang's funds, buying a ton of things, which made Dangwu smile faintly, her heart filled with joy.

Yi Shan sighed inwardly, "The old saying about beauty destroying a nation is true. If this continues, my gang will really perish! Luckily, I didn't bring all the gang's funds with me, or the gang would be bankrupt!"

As they walked, they passed the largest brothel on Miaoshikou Street, where girls selling their smiles waved handkerchiefs, beckoning customers in for entertainment.

In the buildings along the street, many newly awakened prostitutes lazily opened their windows, and seeing them walking hand-in-hand, they were all somewhat stunned.

Among these prostitutes, some were even younger than Yi Shan. Seeing her, though her clothes were patched, her beauty was striking, and she was with a handsome boy, a picture of childhood sweethearts, their affection evident, they couldn't help but feel envious and jealous. Some even threw themselves onto their beds and cried, hating that they weren't as lucky as her. They felt that if they could have a lover by their side, they would be willing to be beggars.

It was already morning, and the guests who had stayed at the brothel were beginning to return home. They were all stunned by the stunning beauty of the woman before them.

Some of the vagrants, their hands and feet trembling, were about to approach her when their attendants pulled them back, whispering in their ears, "It's the beggar leader, Chuhe! That guy is ruthless, don't mess with him!"

Those who lived in the city, even if they hadn't seen her, had heard of the beggars' brawls. They could only reluctantly leave, lamenting that the brothel didn't have such a beauty, vowing never to return.

Some of those with some influence dared not confront Yi Shanjin openly, but they all went home to devise a plan: how to destroy the West City Beggars' Gang, take the beauty home, and then frame Yi Shanjin for a crime, killing him in prison to prevent future trouble.

Yi Shanjin walked along the street in front of the brothel with Dang Wu. After walking a few dozen steps, he suddenly sensed something and turned around. He saw a young man strolling out of the brothel, staring intently at his back with piercing, eagle-like eyes, as if he wanted to tear a piece of flesh from him.

His features were like jade, extremely handsome, and looked very familiar. Yi Shanjin was startled and quickly searched his memory, but he couldn't remember knowing anyone like that.

If it was someone he had seen in his childhood, they would be old and dead by now. The young man looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with handsome features and a hint of sinister ruthlessness, yet he resembled one of those two fairies disguised as men visiting a brothel.

"Women disguised as men?" The thought sent chills down Yi Shanjin's spine, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

If he imagined this young man as a woman, with his face on a woman's body, he had indeed seen someone like that before.

A scene flashed through his mind, and a past scene quickly returned to his heart.

He had only recently left Qianli Mountain and traveled a long way to Jizhou City. His clothes were tattered and filthy, and he was starving. Too ashamed to beg on the streets, he had no choice but to pawn his only possessions.

The old pawnbroker, seeing the beautiful jade he presented, was astonished. He hurriedly took it to his face and examined it closely, his hands trembling as he stammered, "A top-quality mutton-fat jade! Worth even…"

He quickly stopped, glaring at Yi Shanjin, and demanded sharply, "Where did you get this jade?"

"It was a family heirloom. Because of our family's decline, we had no choice but to pawn it," Yi Shanjin replied, his heart pounding.

The old pawnbroker knew he had lost his composure upon seeing the priceless jade, and it would be difficult to lower the price further. Moreover, the jade was so perfect, rare in the world, that he could only ask the pawnbroker to make the final decision.

Yi Shanjin was left in the living room to wait. An apprentice served him tea and snacks. Yi Shanjin was terribly hungry, so he ate the snacks first, which gave him some strength to patiently wait for the pawnshop owner to arrive.

After a long while, someone from the backyard lifted the curtain and entered the living room. It was a tall woman of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

The woman had an extremely beautiful figure, slender and alluring, with a pretty and heroic face. Her eyebrows were sharply defined, and she was a stunning beauty, exuding a vibrant and spirited aura that inspired awe and admiration.

She glanced at him sideways, her gaze cold and arrogant, clearly someone accustomed to being in a superior position.

Yi Shanjin was still traumatized by the rape he had suffered at the hands of a beautiful woman; he was afraid of women, even if she was slender and sexy. He felt only fear. As for her high, trembling breasts, he dared not look at them for long.

The pawnshop owner, Lao Chaofeng, stood respectfully beside her, showing her a beautiful jade.

The woman held the jade in her hand, gazing at it for a long time. She then scrutinized Yi Shanjin closely before suddenly turning hostile, slamming her hand on the table and shouting, "You little thief! This jade is clearly from my family, stolen just the other day! How dare you bring it to my pawnshop to pawn!

You have the audacity to do this! You will surely be punished!" Yi Shanjin immediately jumped up, filled with shock and anger, and cried out, "Nonsense! How could this possibly be yours!"

Behind the woman, a pretty maid in a light green dress slightly raised her beautiful eyes, looking at him with pity and regret, as if to say, "You're doomed!"

Yi Shanjin felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. He knew the woman coveted his precious jade, and he was both angry and anxious, momentarily at a loss for what to do. Suddenly, he heard a commotion of footsteps approaching, clearly indicating that many people were rushing towards him. Frightened, he tried to flee.

He moved slightly, and the woman suddenly reached out and swiftly grabbed his wrist.

Her hands were as smooth as white jade, but some parts of her fingers and palms had thick calluses, clearly the result of years of martial arts training.

Yi Shan watched helplessly as her hand reached out, its speed too fast for him to dodge. With a hiss, she gripped his pulse point, and with a slight pressure, his whole body ached and went numb. He screamed and fell to the ground.

A cacophony of footsteps followed as several burly men squeezed into the living room from both the front and back doors, surrounding him and gripping his shoulders and arms, causing him excruciating pain and rendering him immobile.

The woman coldly released her grip and shouted, "Search this little thief! See what else he stole!"

Several burly men responded and rummaged through his body, quickly finding over a dozen pieces of beautiful jade, laid out side by side on the table, their gleaming light dazzling their eyes.

Having worked at the pawnshop for so long, they knew that each piece of jade was priceless; so many together made him richer than a country!

Those present were somewhat dizzy. The pretty maid in green blinked her large eyes, staring at Yi Shanjin's face in surprise, her gaze filled with pity.

Only the young woman at the head of the group remained calm. Looking at the maid's expression, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, a flicker of jealousy in her eyes. She reached out and grabbed the maid's small hand, shouting, "Xiao Bi, come back with me! Don't peek at men here!"

She secretly pinched the maid's small hand twice, then led Xiao Bi to the backyard. The old magistrate followed beside them, and as they entered the gate, he asked in a low voice, "What should we do with this boy?" The

voice was very low, almost inaudible, but only Yi Shanjin, with his keen ears and eyes, could vaguely hear it.

He pricked up his ears and clearly heard the woman's cold voice: "You little thief, what else do you have to say? Bury him under the tree in the backyard!"

Cold sweat dripped down Yi Shanjin's forehead as he listened to the old magistrate respectfully seeing the woman off, his mind racing, trying to figure out a way to escape.

Old Chao escorted her back, and just as he lifted the curtain to speak, Yi Shanjin suddenly pointed to the backyard and exclaimed, "The backyard is on fire!"

The burly men, already dazzled by the beautiful jade and lost in their own thoughts, dared not act rashly for fear of the gang rules. Suddenly hearing this sound, they all involuntarily looked up through the curtain.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yi Shanjin abruptly broke free from the hand gripping his shoulder, leaped up, and slammed into the window.

With a deafening crash, the wooden window shattered. Ignoring the sharp pain from splinters, Yi Shanjin scrambled to his feet and ran, weaving through streets and alleys, escaping Jeju City without daring to linger. He randomly chose a direction and fled until he reached this city.

Scenes from the past flashed through Yi Shanjin's mind. He looked up at the handsome face of the young man in front of the brothel, a flash of hatred in his eyes.

This young man was the woman in disguise from back then. But why would a woman disguise herself as a man to solicit a prostitute? He still couldn't understand it.

At the entrance of the brothel, several burly men waited with horses. Seeing the young man emerge, they hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Chief!"

Behind him followed a dozen or so burly men, all with impressive physiques, far more imposing than the burly men Yi Shan had seen in the pawnshop.

The woman dressed as a man waved her hand and coldly said, "Grab that brat!"

Yi Shan's expression changed slightly, and he grabbed Dang Wu and ran.

Although this was considered his territory, he only handled begging on the street; collecting protection money from merchants was handled by other gangs. No matter how powerful the Beggars' Sect was, it couldn't compare to a criminal organization—that was an undeniable truth.

He had already experienced the woman's formidable martial arts skills. Although his strength had increased significantly, recalling the events of that day, he knew he was far from being her match and could only avoid direct confrontation, vowing revenge another day.

Several burly men mounted their horses and, ignoring the crowds, spurred their horses, knocking over several stalls and pedestrians, as they sped after them.

Yi Shanjin, unable to run fast with Dang Wu in tow, was caught up with just as they rounded a street corner. Brandishing their steel knives, they threatened, "Boy, surrender now and come with us to see the gang leader, or you'll be sorry!"

Some passersby, surprised, gathered around to watch the spectacle. The burly men brandished their knives and shouted angrily, "The Caifeng Gang is on official business! All bystanders, get out of the way!"

The passersby might not know what the "Caifeng Gang" was, but seeing their menacing appearance, they all turned pale with fear.

Yi Shanjin's forehead was covered in sweat; after all, he was a gang leader and had some understanding of the surrounding forces. The Caifeng Gang, though not powerful locally, was the largest gang near Jeju. Its leader, Zhao Feifeng, was known in the underworld as "Blood Phoenix," a name as infamous as her beauty and ruthlessness. Smaller gangs that refused to submit were often slaughtered without mercy, and public killings were commonplace.

In Jeju City, the name "Blood Phoenix" was even said to stop children from crying at night. It was rumored that the Caifeng Gang had powerful backers and even connections to immortals, so despite their countless murders, the authorities dared not intervene. The

woman who had swindled him out of his jade looked remarkably like the legendary Zhao Feifeng. Had he really run into another perverted female lecher?

The Caifeng Gang was a powerful force in the area, but they were certainly connected to the local gangs. These local bullies were nothing more than beggars, utterly insignificant compared to a large gang. This time, he might really be wiped out and silenced!

At this moment, the "heavy force" that Yishan Jin had deployed on this street came into play. Five or six beggars mingled in the crowd, approaching silently, and suddenly brandished their studded dog-beating sticks, smashing them hard against the horses.

They specifically targeted the most painful spots, and several horses reared up in agony, dragging the burly men off their horses.

Yishan Jin leaped up, darting to a horse like an arrow, snatched a steel knife from its blade, and lightly sliced the burly man's neck, pushing him off the horse.

With a splatter, blood gushed from the man's torn neck, splattering everywhere on the horse's legs and the ground.

Yishan Jin stepped onto the saddle, leaping and bounding like a monkey between several horses, wildly swinging his steel knife, heavily slashing the men's heads, cutting them down from their horses.

Back home, he had only learned the most rudimentary swordsmanship from the guards. Although he had been training his men these past few days, honing their skills to a high level, it still lacked refinement.

However, since his breakthrough in spiritual cultivation, his strength and speed had increased, especially his attacks, which were incredibly fast, far surpassing those of the ordinary gang members.

Relying on his agile movements and surprise attacks, several burly men were struck by swords and fell from their horses, their faces and heads covered in blood, lying on the ground screaming and rolling in agony.

Yi Shan heard the rapid sound of hooves coming from the street around the corner again. He immediately reached out, lifted Dang Wu onto a horse, and shouted to his men, "Get on your horses, scatter and escape!"

He chose the strongest, uninjured horse, flicked the reins, and galloped forward.

The beggars also hurriedly mounted their horses and fled, scattering at the crossroads at the city's exit, running wildly in three directions.

At this moment, Zhao Feifeng arrived at the scene with her men. Seeing the heavy casualties among her subordinates, her face turned ashen with rage. She roared and ordered her men to give chase in the direction they had fled.

Reaching a fork in the road, Zhao Feifeng saw the chaotic hoofprints on the ground and could only order her men to scatter and pursue, determined to capture all the beggars and skin them alive as punishment for daring to disobey the Caifeng Gang!

She asked passersby and learned that Yi Shanjin had fled south with the girl. She spurred her horse and galloped south in pursuit.

Following the hoofprints, she chased after them until, as she heard the roar of the river, she finally saw Yi Shanjin's retreating figure on horseback in the distance.

"You little thief! Stop right now, or I'll leave you a whole corpse!"

Hearing Zhao Feifeng's loud shout behind him, Yi Shanjin turned around and roared, "You crazy woman, why are you chasing me! Taking those things wasn't enough, did you have to kill me to silence me?" Zhao Feifeng

looked at him and sneered, "You can die, but that girl next to me has to stay! Don't worry, I'll take good care of her!"

Yi Shanjin detected a hint of lewdness in her voice, similar to the seductive moans of the fairy maiden from before.

"This woman likes to frequent brothels! And, I seem to have heard some rumors about the leader of the Caifeng Gang before…" Yi Shanjin suddenly realized, his heart filled with indignation: "So beautiful women are all perverts, not only do they like to play with men, but they also like to play with innocent girls!"

"I'd rather die than hand her over to you, you pervert!" Yi Shanjin gritted his teeth and shouted, gripping Dangwu tightly, whipping his horse wildly, and galloping forward.

"So this is what 'stealing men and seizing women' means!" "..." Yi Shanjin lowered his head, looking at the panicked girl in his arms, a mixture of grief and anger welling up with pity.

He and she were both sex toys targeted by this perverted woman; if she fell into her hands that afternoon, their fate would likely be even worse than his!

"Don't dream! None of the women I've set my sights on have ever escaped! Want me to pin her down in front of you, strip her naked, and let you feast your eyes?" Zhao Feifeng laughed loudly, her voice filled with excitement and fervent desire.

Zhao Feifeng rode a fine steed, incredibly fast, having long since left her men far behind. Seeing Yi Shanjin, she was invigorated, spurring her horse on, and caught up with him in a short while.

Yi Shanjin roared angrily, turning around and slashing with his sword. The sword strike was fierce and powerful.

But such rudimentary skill was nothing to a master martial artist. Zhao Feifeng sneered, flicking her finger and striking the sword with a clang.

Yi Shanjin felt a surge of force from the sword, losing his grip on the hilt. The steel blade flew away with a whoosh, his hand splitting open and blood gushing out.

Zhao Feifeng spurred her horse forward, quickly catching up and striking at his chest.

This palm strike carried immense power, whistling through the air and possessing immense force. If it landed on Yi Shanjin's chest, it would likely turn him into a pulp.

Yi Shanjin, still on horseback and carrying Dangwu in his arms, had nowhere to dodge and could only desperately channel his spiritual energy into his right hand to meet the attack.

With a deafening boom, their palms collided. With a crack, Yi Shanjin's arm bone shattered instantly, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Feifeng sneered, raising her palm to strike Yi Shanjin's chest, determined to kill him with a single blow, so that the girl in his arms would give up on him and never dare to betray her again.

Halfway through her strike, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, her face turning ashen.

During their earlier exchange, a cold aura had surged from his palm, traveling down her arm and into her chest.

Now, as she used her inner strength, this cold aura suddenly flared up, chilling her to the bone, greatly reducing the force of her strike, and she lightly touched Yi Shanjin's chest.

But even this small amount of force was too much for Yi Shanjin to bear; he was sent flying, coughing up blood, two ribs broken.

Zhao Feifeng's palm strike continued unabated, striking the horse's rump, causing the steed to neigh miserably and fall to the ground, unable to get up.

Yi Shanjin, his left arm around Dangwu, rolled several times on the ground, his vision blurring. He forced himself to his feet, pulling Dangwu along, and stumbled forward.

Zhao Feifeng, who had intended to chase after them and kill him with a single blow, suddenly felt her inner energy stagnate, her movements becoming unsteady. She sat frozen on her horse, helplessly watching them support each other as they fled further and further away.

She struggled to channel her inner energy, trying to suppress the cold aura within her. But the aura was faint and elusive, strangely eerie; she exerted tremendous effort to barely suppress it.

Yi Shanjin limped forward, his vision blurring, occasionally spitting out blood.

Dangwu, beside him, panicked, clinging to him, weeping tremulously, desperately supporting him as they fled.

Ahead lay a bridge, a wooden plank bridge spanning a large river, connected by thick ropes.

Yi Shanjin's spirits lifted, and he forced himself to run towards the bridge with Dang Wu .

If they could escape to the other side, there might still be hope for survival.

Driven by the will to live, they supported each other, climbed the bridge, and struggled towards the other side.

The bridge was old and dilapidated, creaking and swaying. Yi Shanjin reached the middle of the bridge when suddenly his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees.

The injury from the previous blow had flared up, and coupled with the depletion of his spiritual energy, he was extremely weak, kneeling on the ground, unable to get up.

Suddenly, a sinister laugh came from behind him. Yi Shanjin turned around with difficulty and saw a woman, beautiful as a peach blossom but with a heart of a serpent, standing at the bridgehead, walking towards them step by step.

Zhao Feifeng smiled through gritted teeth, trying to suppress the churning breath in her stomach. Although she couldn't walk too fast because of that strange aura, her inner strength was still there, and killing Yi Shanjin with a single blow would be a piece of cake.

Yi Shanjin's vision blurred, knowing his time was up, all his ambitions for revenge would vanish like a bubble.

That was fine, anyway; he was only suffering anyway, living in nightmares every night. But the girl beside him was so young; it would be too pitiful for her to die like this.

Yi Shanjin turned his head, his gaze fixed on the pure and beautiful girl, his eyes filled with an unprecedented tenderness.

He struggled to open his lips and softly said, "I'm going to jump. You'll be alone from now on, take good care of yourself!"

In the middle of the bridge, a single leap would send him plunging into the great river below. In such turbulent waters, even his remains would likely not survive.

Dang Wu, tears streaming down her face, was even more shocked by his words. Her eyes widened as she clung to him tightly, her heart aching as if being torn apart.

"He said he's leaving..." Just hearing those words was unbearable for her; she felt a pain she had never experienced before.

She trembled violently, but had no other choice. She could only grasp him with her slender hands, whimpering softly, "No, please don't go!"

Yishan Jin smiled bitterly, his voice hoarse yet strangely calm: "She won't spare my life. You're different. As long as you listen to her, you should be able to live."

Fear flickered in her clear, beautiful eyes, as if she had finally understood what "listen to her" truly meant.

"Leave him, let him die, and I'll be the only one left alive?"

This vague thought arose in her mind, her face turning deathly pale, her heart aching to the point of madness.

Her memories were short, and during that time, she had almost always been by Yishan Jin's side. To her, Yishan Jin was her whole world, accompanying her throughout her entire life!

He provided her with food and clothing, preventing her from freezing or starving to death. Although he appeared cold on the surface, she could always keenly sense his care for her. As long as he was there, no one could bully her.

Only he could embrace her, kiss and caress her body. The warmth of his embrace from the previous night seemed to linger on her. To her, he was like family, even more important than family.

She had seen the large tree and vines by the temple, and she had thought then that the leader was like that towering tree, and she was like the vine, happily nestled beside it. Without the tree, the vine couldn't survive.

Now, he told her he was going to die, and that she should live well on her own.

Was that even possible?

Without him, could life still be as peaceful and reassuring as before?

She silently looked at him, her eyes filled with despair and sorrow, her pale lips trembling as she softly uttered a groan: "Take me with you… Leader, please take me with you…"

Clear, pure tears streamed from her eyes. She gazed at him quietly, her eyes filled with longing and tenderness, as if she wanted to devour him whole with her gaze.

"Fool!" Zhao Feifeng walked over from the other side of the bridge, her anger rising with rage, but unable to walk fast enough, she could only shout, "What's so good about this kid that he's worth dying for? He doesn't deserve you at all. Come to me, and I'll treat you well, give you a life of luxury, a hundred times better than being a beggar!"

After catching his breath, Dang Wu struggled to his feet, supporting Yi Shanjin. His expression was calm as he looked at the woman dressed as a man approaching. A hint of arrogance even lingered in her clear eyes. She parted her cherry lips slightly and uttered a soft voice: "In this world, no one has ever been better to me than him, and no one ever will."

Zhao Feifeng cried out in shock, forcefully suppressing the pain within her and lunging forward, but it was too late. She could only watch helplessly as the blood-soaked young man and woman, embracing each other, leaped from the middle of the bridge.

The river surged and roared, its current as swift as galloping horses, whipping up large white waves that splashed like jade and snow in all directions.

The beautiful couple plunged into the torrent, quickly swallowed by the white waves, tumbling and rolling downstream.

Zhao Feifeng screamed, watching the beautiful girl disappear into the river, angrily pounding the bridge railing, her heart filled with resentment and regret, as if she had suddenly lost a priceless treasure.
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