【Evil Weapons】Episodes 1-5 Author: Zhile

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Cover Character: Ning Zhiyun
[Evil Artifact]

Author: Zhile
Publisher: Hetu Culture

[Volume 1: The Birth of the Evil Artifact] Chapter 1: The Useless Young Master

In the hazy city, amidst the bewildered crowd, Zhang Yang stood under the distorted night sky, blinking his bright black eyes in confusion, when he heard the faint sounds of street dance.

Like many teenagers his age, he loved the unrestrained nights and the energetic music; just as the itch began to rise, Zhang Yang suddenly found himself standing in a street dance square, immersed in the wild dance moves of two beautiful girls.

The three of them, one man and two women, were getting closer and closer, like a human sandwich. Their hips swayed, seemingly close yet distant, exuding a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere.

Suddenly, with a deafening "BOOM!", the entire city cracked open from the ground without warning. A powerful suction force shot out from the crack, like a shrew consumed by lust, instantly slamming Zhang Yang to the ground, violently ravaging his body while dragging him into the abyss.

"Ah!" A sharp, piercing scream rang out as a young man with his hair tied in a bun abruptly awoke from a nightmare, his slightly thin upper body sitting up straight. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, exhaling several deep breaths. His gaze shifted, and a magnificent bedroom, bathed in moonlight, came into his still somewhat dazed eyes.

After a two-second pause, the fear in the young man's eyes turned into intense confusion.

"Fourth Young Master, you've had another episode. Take your medicine!"

A clear female voice rang out at the foot of the bed, and the young man then realized that there was another person in the room—a girl dressed in ancient clothing.

Extreme astonishment made his mind swell even more. Suppressing his dizziness, he asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Where is this? Ah, my head hurts so much… Who am I?"

A series of strange questions poured out of the boy's mouth. In less than a minute, he was clutching his head and screaming loudly.

"Ugh, here we go again. Don't you ever get tired of this?" The girl in ancient costume rolled her eyes impatiently, then recited without emotion, as if reciting a memorized text, "This is the Zhengguo Duke's Mansion. You are the fourth young master, Zhang Yang, and the current emperor's nephew, a member of the imperial family, a very important person! As for me, I am your maid, Xiaomei."

Although Xiaomei called herself a servant, her plain face showed no respect for her master, but rather a hint of contempt.

The boy heard Xiaomei's answer clearly, but another voice echoed in his mind: "I am Zhang Yang, but not some fourth young master, just an ordinary college student. What exactly is this…" A

startled thought arose, and an almost absurd idea occupied Zhang Yang's mind, so he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "What dynasty is this?"

Xiaomei's eyes still showed no respect. While picking up a bowl of medicine from the table, she continued to "recite," "This is the Han Dynasty. Don't always ask about Liu Bang and Xiang Yu; I've never heard of these people. Sigh, you go crazy every month. Come on, take your medicine, and sleep it off until dawn."

"The Han Dynasty, without Liu Bang? Ah!"

Zhang Yang didn't want to drink the medicine, but Xiaomei grabbed her master's teeth and forced the medicine down his throat, finally slapping her master on the neck. Violence worked; the boy's body immediately "quieted down," but unfortunately, his mind was still shrouded in nightmares.

In a daze, Zhang Yang found himself wearing the casual clothes he'd worn when he fell into the crevice, standing atop a misty

, cloud-shrouded mountain, right in the center of a murderous aura. To the left of the mountain, hundreds of men and women in ancient costumes stood suspended in mid-air, riding ancient swords, gathered in a circle under a large banner. Ah, flying swords, cultivation! Really?

Although he knew he was dreaming, Zhang Yang still felt a sense of unreality. Before he could slap himself, an even stronger shock swept over him from the right.

Thirteen extraordinary flowers, each a meter in diameter, and thirteen women of unforgettable beauty floated in the air, the women standing gracefully atop them.

"Wow, so beautiful... enchantresses!" His youthful blood boiled, and Zhang Yang swallowed hard, the word "enchantress" involuntarily flashing through his mind, as the palace attire of these thirteen beauties began to crumble into pieces.

A vast expanse of plump, firm breasts stood in neat rows, a whole row of bright red, tender nipples pointing upwards simultaneously. Ugh! The young man, still trying to see between the woman's legs, was overwhelmed by the rush of hot blood, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. Where the waves of breasts passed, not only he, but even the banner itself seemed to ripple with countless auras.

"You wicked seductress! Heaven has a benevolent heart, yet the Palace of Ten Thousand Desires is so shameless! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven!" A wise old man with a venerable air, dressed in a blue robe and silver hair , shouted just in time, dispersing the pervasive lewd atmosphere

. Before the shout had even faded, several imposing middle-aged men under the banner had already formed hand seals and chanted incantations. In an instant, spiritual energy at the Tai Xu realm condensed before them, like a floating water curtain, trembling slightly; their fingertips then flicked repeatedly, and rays of light shot out from the "water curtain."

Zhang Yang's pupils dilated to their limit. He clearly saw the light, midway through its flight, miraculously transform into sharp arrows, identical to real ones.

The thirteen stunningly beautiful women on the other side, their spiritual energy shimmering, their bare feet twirling slightly, petals swirling out and instantly transforming into shields, easily blocking the rain of arrows.

A clanging sound of metal clashing echoed through the void as arrows and shields simultaneously shattered into countless points of light, vanishing in an instant with the wind.

"True Lord Yiyuan, you faithless, treacherous old bastard! You actually colluded with that old man Liudao, devising such a shameless scheme! Bah! I, Wan Mudan, will make sure you all die without a burial place!"

The most vibrant of the strange flowers shot through the air first, and with the beautiful woman on the flower's fierce rebuke, a slaughter unimaginable to ordinary people erupted. Magical weapons flew, blood splattered everywhere, and no matter where Zhang Yang hid, he couldn't escape the encirclement of flashing blades.

In the dreamlike realm, time held no meaning. As blood stained the entire mountain range, the bloody battle drew to a close, with the majority emerging as the brutal victors. Thirteen beauties were trapped in a desperate situation. An ancient cauldron flew from the sleeve of the old man in green robes, rapidly transforming into a colossal object.

"The righteous law of heaven and earth, the mystical spirit vanquishes evil, take it!"

The ancient cauldron unleashed a dazzling light, and the thirteen wounded beauties cried out in unison. The light flashed and faded, and the ancient cauldron flew back into the hand of the True Lord of One Yuan. In the blood-soaked sky, only two strange flowers remained floating. The Demoness of Ten Thousand Desires

let out a mournful cry, her cloud-like hair suddenly bursting apart, her expression one of utter grief and indignation. With a wave of her hands, several jade musical instruments scattered in the pool of blood flew to her side as if they had come to life.

"Big sister, I'll help you! If we die, we'll perish together with these hypocrites!" The beautiful woman on the other rose bush had eyes filled with hatred, her blood-stained hands flashing as she

formed hand seals, a barrier of spiritual energy blocking a large number of enemy flying swords. Wan Mudan began to play, not content with just four instruments, she leaned forward slightly, her full, luscious breasts pressing against the zither. With each undulation of her breasts, she "played" out the most intoxicating, yet deadly, sound waves of desire in the world.

"Hoo~~" A breath of cold air entered Zhang Yang's mouth, which he couldn't close. In an instant, besides his lower body becoming as hard as stone, every inch of his body went limp.

A beautiful woman was actually playing the zither with her nipples! Wow… Heavens above, earth below, what an exciting world this is!!

At the point of the sonic attack, the group of cultivators, some with an air of otherworldly grace, others with an ethereal and holy aura, while not as exaggerated as Zhang Yang, were already swaying precariously on their flying swords, as if drunk.

The beautiful woman on the rose bush laughed wantonly, beckoning several musical instruments to her with her left hand, and with a hook of her right, she actually pulled Zhang Yang into the air.

"Little brother, let me borrow your body for a bit, hehe..."

With a "whoosh," an invisible force tore Zhang Yang's crotch apart. Before the young man could recover from the ambiguous words, the rose beauty began to play. Naked, Zhang Yang spun like a windmill. Under the mysterious command of the enchantress's spiritual power, he couldn't help but "play" the instruments with his hands and feet, even his lower body was put to great use.

"Ah...it's going to...it's going to break! Help..."

The man's penis sometimes plucked the ancient strings, sometimes struck the drumhead, and sometimes rammed the suspended bell. Under such crazy torture, Zhang Yang suddenly forgot that this was a dream and howled hoarsely.

At the same time, Zhang Silang, lying on the bed, suddenly shuddered, and a high tent rose between his legs. Even through his undergarments and blankets, the maid Xiaomei could feel the burning temperature.

"Huh? It's gotten bigger!" Xiao Mei leaped lightly from the recliner, her eyes gleaming with a bewitching allure that belied her ordinary appearance.

The mysterious maid first pinched the Fourth Young Master's penis through his trousers, then grinned and muttered to herself, "You good-for-nothing, you still want to rebel? I'll give you another precious pill to cool you down. Hehe..."

With a flick of her palm, a pill appeared out of thin air and flew directly into her master's mouth, instantly turning his enormous member into a tiny worm.

In a dreamlike world intertwined with spring and blood, the bloody battle reached its final moment. The two women's protective shields vanished, the jade musical instruments were all pulverized, and the enemy was reduced to less than ten men.

A surge of blood energy swept through the air, and the ancient cauldron rose into the sky once more, its radiant light expanding and contracting, finally sucking the two enchanting women into its depths. Strange flowers instantly fell, leaving behind in the void the resentful cry of the Demoness of Ten Thousand Desires.

"You old bastards, I, Wan Mudan, swear to the heavens that one day I will return and kill all the faithless men in the world..." Zhang Yang was falling rapidly, the demoness's cry of "return!" still echoing in his ears. Suddenly, the magical ancient cauldron trembled slightly, and a ray of light sucked him in.

"Ah—" An unbearable pain instantly enveloped Zhang Yang's body. He screamed again, jolting awake from his nightmare for the second time. The moment his eyes opened, last night's nightmare, including all the memories of the night, vanished from his mind at the speed of light.

"Fourth Young Master, it's dawn. Would you like me to dress you?" The maid, Xiao Mei, stood bowing before the bed, her every move cautious, as if she were a completely different person from last night.

"The moon was full last night, and I must have had another episode? Sigh!" Zhang Silang sighed dejectedly, then waved his hand and said, "No need, you can go out. I'll be more comfortable dressing myself." "

Fourth Young Master, the First Madam just sent word that the Old Ancestor is worried about you and is having tea with the young mistresses in the front hall, waiting for you!" Xiaomei finished reporting, bowed, and retreated to the door. As she turned around, a look similar to the one from last night flashed in her eyes.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Silang stood in front of a bronze mirror as tall as a person. The person in the mirror had handsome features and a tall, straight figure. With his hair tied up in a jade crown and a brocade belt around his waist, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Throughout the entire Han Dynasty, who didn't know that the fourth son of the Duke of Zheng was born extraordinary? On the first full moon after his birth, he suddenly spoke and even gave himself the name "Zhang Yang." Although he only uttered these two words, it was enough to shock the world. No wonder the Old Ancestor of the Zhang family always regarded him as the apple of her eye.

Thinking of this, Zhang Silang couldn't help but straighten his chest, then suddenly his body contracted, and he sighed in frustration.

His glory seemed to have only lasted in his childhood; since his first birthday, his genius had instantly become a laughingstock. The son of a Duke, the emperor's nephew, couldn't concentrate for more than a quarter of an hour. Not only could he not learn literature or martial arts, but he was also—a Yin person!

Born in a Yin year, Yin month, and Yin hour, a "Yin person" born unable to have sex!

Although the favoritism within the household remained unchanged, Zhang Silang himself had long lost his upright spine; at this moment, his steps were as heavy as ever as he slowly walked out of his secluded courtyard where he had been recuperating.

A while later, Zhang Silang's frustrated steps involuntarily led him to the small lake in the back garden. Seeing that no one was around, he simply lay down on a large blue stone by the lake, staring blankly at the sky.

The wind idly rustled the willow branches, and the lake rippled with monotonous waves. Time passed, then a melodious flute tune brought a vibrant life to the lake, the rocks, and the flowers.

"Qingtian, you've come!" Zhang Yang's face lit up with joy as he watched the tall, graceful figure moving among the willow branches, blending seamlessly with the spring breeze. A warm feeling welled up in his heart.

Heaven had given him a life of sorrow, but also a ray of sunshine. No one could have imagined that a celestial maiden from a secluded mountain would fall for a vengeful man, and stay by his side for years—a sight that would surely infuriate countless young men.

"Fourth Brother, such a beautiful scene, why didn't you invite me to share it? How selfish!"

The jade flute left Jing Qingtian's lips. The elegant and refined young woman could read her lover's eyes, and she intentionally soothed his heart with a gentle tone.

Before Zhang Yang could respond, Jing Qingtian had already sat down on the large blue stone. Only when the two of them were alone would this "Purple Jade Maiden" reveal her worldly side. She pouted and complained, "Honestly, everyone waited for you for a full half hour, and you, on the other hand, ran off here to enjoy the scenery."

With his beloved's efforts, the young man's eyes finally regained some of their sparkle, but his smile was still a little bitter: "Qingtian, I had another episode last night. I'm so useless."

"Fourth Brother, my cultivation is insufficient to cure your strange illness, but my master has reached the Taixu realm; he must have a way. Trust Qingtian, okay?"

The sweet, ethereal voice brightened Zhang Yang's face, and he stood up first, laughing, "I was just delirious from my illness. With Master Zilei saving me, why worry? Hehe... Let's go, accompany me to see the Ancestor, so she won't worry."

The Duke of Zhengguo, the head of the Three Dukes of the Great Han Dynasty, naturally had a magnificent and secluded mansion. It took Zhang Yang a full quarter of an hour to reach the entrance of the inner courtyard.

"Fourth Brother, you've finally arrived! If we hadn't seen you soon, the Ancestor would have taken her anger out on us."

A fragrant breeze wafted through the air, and a bright short skirt rushed out from inside. Before Zhang Yang could explain, she launched into a tirade, then grabbed his wrist and strode inside.

"Third sister-in-law, dear sister-in-law, I know I was wrong, please forgive me!" Zhang Silang stumbled as he was pulled along. Meeting the fiery Third Young Mistress, Tie Ruonan, he always felt like a mouse encountering a cat.

The radiant Third Young Mistress paused, then turned and laughed, "Wrongdoing deserves punishment, wait a minute… Ah!"

The two were walking down the steps inside the door when Zhang Yang suddenly slipped, instinctively lunging forward, almost landing on his Third Sister-in-law's back, startling the beautiful young woman.

Although it happened suddenly, the Third Young Mistress, true to her reputation as a fiery woman, leaned back slightly, her curvaceous body supporting her brother-in-law's out-of-control form. However, this lean resulted in her round, fleshy buttocks pressing against her brother-in-law's crotch. At this moment, the uncle and sister-in-law were pressed together in an extremely ambiguous position, appearing from a distance as if a man were penetrating from behind.

"Ah! You..." In the moment the wind swirled, a young girl with budding hair stood in the middle of the corridor, her beautiful eyes wide, and let out a clearly startled cry.

With a "whoosh," a blush flashed across Zhang Yang's cheeks, and even the Third Young Mistress couldn't help but tremble. If it weren't for that gasp, they wouldn't have thought much of it; but that gasp immediately conjured up an embarrassing scene for the beautiful woman.

"Bailing, what are you yelling about? Haven't you ever seen someone slip? Don't think like that."

"Third Young Mistress, this servant wasn't thinking anything." Although Bailing was dressed as a maid, she was still charming and pretty. Her face flushed, and her words carried a hint of ulterior motive.

Tie Ruonan, true to her reputation as a heroine, instantly wiped away her shyness. Her beautiful eyes widened, and she turned back, coquettishly asking, "Fourth Brother, what do you want to do? Do you want me to carry you?" "

I... my legs are numb, I can't move." Zhang Yang's entire body was flushed red. He hurriedly tried his best to move his body, but not only could he not straighten his legs, he also made his Third Sister-in-law feel uncomfortable, both ashamed and angry.

The beautiful young woman flicked her hand, sending her uncle sprawling to the ground. Feigning anger, she laughed and scolded, "If it were anyone else, I'd tear them apart! But it's you, Silang, so I'll spare you this time."

After this small lesson, the third young mistress reached out and helped the frail Zhang Silang to his feet. Her tone shifted, and she asked worriedly, "Silang, why are you getting weaker? Did your second sister-in-law's prescription go wrong?"

Jing Qingtian arrived gracefully and calmly took over the conversation: "The second young mistress is a descendant of a family of renowned doctors; her medicine is fine. It's just that Silang's strange illness has worsened." "

Then hurry inside and let your second sister-in-law take a look. Bailing, you come and help too."

Tie Ruonan helped Zhang Yang walk quickly, reaching Bailing in two steps. The pretty maid stretched out her hands, then involuntarily withdrew them.

Tie Ruonan and Zhang Silang's expressions instantly darkened. A hint of panic flashed in Bailing's eyes. Although she reached out to help him up, the Fourth Young Master waved her hand in refusal, coldly saying, "No need, Qingtian will help me. You go in and report to the Ancestor first!"

"Yes, this servant will go in right away." Bailing bowed and fled from the sinister young master as if escaping.

Tie Ruonan did not hide the dissatisfaction in her eyes. Looking at Bailing's back, she said in a deep voice, "This snobbish girl is getting more and more presumptuous because the Ancestor likes her. I heard that the Ancestor is planning to take her as her adopted granddaughter for a marriage alliance with the Zhao family. Silang, do you want your sister-in-law to help you get revenge?"

Zhang Yang paused, involuntarily recalling his grudge against Bailing.

Two years ago, the old lady had intended to marry her most capable maid to her most beloved grandson. Zhang Yang didn't have any special feelings for Bai Ling, but Bai Ling was too confident in her beauty. To avoid becoming the concubine of this useless young master, she preemptively begged and pleaded before the fourth young master could even speak, and secretly sought help from the Marquis's son.

Her outburst became the talk of the town, giving Zhang Silang, this cunning man, another laughingstock. Fortunately, the unexpected appearance of the Jade Maiden Zi Ling defused the farcical situation.

Thinking of this, Zhang Silang's eyes narrowed, and resentment welled up within him.

Just then, Jing Qingtian stepped forward and supported his other arm. The young man's heart warmed, and the gloom in his mind vanished. He laughed and said, "Good sister-in-law, it's been so long, let it go! Besides, I have Qingtian, isn't that enough?"

Jing Qingtian's beautiful eyes sparkled as she responded to Zhang Yang's deep affection. The Third Young Mistress sighed, abandoning her plan to avenge her brother-in-law.

In the main hall of the inner courtyard, the fragrance of famous flowers filled the air, along with the intoxicating allure of beautiful women. More than ten beauties, young and old, stood or sat, and apart from the kind old woman at the head of the table, all were stunningly beautiful. As soon as Jing Qingtian appeared, supporting Zhang Yang, all the women looked worried. The Second Young Mistress, Ning Zhiyun, was the first to greet them.

Zi Lingyu smiled gracefully and gently placed Zhang Yang into the Second Young Mistress's arms, then habitually retreated to the quietest corner.

Ning Zhiyun supported her younger brother-in-law as they slowly walked towards the cool couch. As they walked, she unabashedly supported the young man's body with her fragrant shoulder, a very intimate gesture. No one in the hall would have any suggestive thoughts about this, except for Zhang Yang himself, the "yin person," whose heart suddenly began to pound wildly.

"Hmm, so full!" Zhang Yang's first touch was unintentional, brushing against the edge of his sister-in-law's ample breasts. As this thought echoed in his mind, his second touch was intentional, pressing closer.

"Ah, so soft, is this what a woman's breasts are like?" In just ten steps, Zhang Yang's face had turned several times redder, and his "painful" groans even seemed to float in the air, making the beautiful women around him even more tense.

"Fourth Brother, does your leg hurt? How does it hurt? Tell your sister-in-law quickly." Ning Zhiyun's full, jade-like face was grave. To prevent her younger brother-in-law from suffering, she had already wrapped her arms around the young man's waist, her full breasts pressed tightly against his ribs through only a thin garment.

"N-nothing...it's nothing, Second Sister-in-law, I'm fine." Zhang Yang stammered as he secretly pinched himself.

He was a yin man, unable to have sex, but he also had a shameful secret—he also had desires, and they were stronger than normal! Whenever he came into close contact with a woman, especially her breasts, Zhang Yang would feel "pain," and the more beautiful the woman, the stronger the "pain."
[Episode 1: The Birth of the Evil Weapon] Chapter 2: Assaulting the Beautiful Sister-in

-law The Second Sister-in-law's breasts pressed even closer, ah, even her buttocks were touched! In an instant, Zhang Silang's blood boiled, and his heart burned with passion, but no matter how aroused he was, the "little worm" between his legs showed no sign of awakening.

"Silang, sit down carefully. Hey, you're so hot!" The Third Young Mistress jumped forward to help, and as soon as her hand touched Zhang Yang's arm, even through two layers of clothing, she could still feel his abnormal body temperature.

Attracted by Tie Ruonan's scream, several middle-aged beauties involuntarily surrounded her, completely blocking the cool couch. Pairs of swollen, beautiful breasts swayed before Zhang Yang's eyes. A burning sensation shot through his throat, and a ball of fire suddenly exploded in his lower abdomen. His scrotum swelled rapidly, causing his face to contort in pain, his teeth clenched.

Jing Qingtian heard the groans that Zhang Yang let out between his teeth, and her eyes darkened. She infused her spiritual power into her voice and suddenly shouted, "Ladies, don't panic; I have a elixir refined by my master here. Please step back a little; Si Lang needs to breathe freely."

The elixir entered his stomach, and the ball of fire in Zhang Yang's lower abdomen quickly disappeared. The women obediently returned to their original positions, freeing the young man from his torment.

After the pain subsided, Zhang Silang knelt down with a thud before the matriarch of the Zhang family, the mother of the current Duke Zheng Guo: "Your unfilial grandson pays his respects to the matriarch."

"Silang, the sons of the Zhang family should not kneel so easily. Stand up like your uncles and brothers!"

Although the old lady was also worried after the fright, she remained unmoved until now. Only then did the silver-haired old woman smile kindly and beckon to her most beloved grandson.

Zhang Yang obediently sat down next to the old lady. The old lady patted his head, offered a few words of concern, and then looked at the second young mistress, saying, "Zhiyun, Fourth Brother's symptoms just now were different from usual. What could be the reason?"

"Reporting to Grandmother, logically speaking, Fourth Brother has been taking medicine for so long; even if it doesn't improve, his condition shouldn't have worsened." The second young mistress pondered for two seconds, first glancing at the leisurely sitting Jing Qingtian, before continuing, "Perhaps my medical skills are insufficient, and I can't think of the reason for the moment. I will immediately consult medical books after returning to my room to see if I have missed anything."

The old lady nodded gently, then looked at Jing Qingtian, but hesitated slightly and didn't speak.

Jing Qingtian, naturally possessing extraordinary abilities, took the initiative to speak, "Grandmother, there's no need to worry too much. My master already knew this day would come and is currently traveling through the Ten Great Dao Mountains, collecting the best spiritual herbs to refine elixirs specifically for Fourth Brother."

"The Immortal Master truly lives up to his reputation, a reclusive master indeed!" The old lady's kind face glowed with a rosy light. Elderly people tire easily after their initial excitement, and she waved her sleeve lightly, saying, "I'm tired, you may all leave! Fourth Brother, escort Miss Jing back to her hermitage on Grandmother's behalf."

Leaving the main hall of the inner courtyard, strolling among the trees, Zhang Yang's expression became much more natural. He softly asked, "Qingtian, it's almost noon, aren't you going to cultivate your Taoist arts today?"

"You're suffering, how can I be in the mood to cultivate? Let me accompany you for a while longer; these leisurely days are truly wonderful!" The Purple Jade Maiden walked into the flowerbed and stretched contentedly, even letting her jade flute fall halfway out, but she didn't bother to pay it any mind.

Zhang Yang could smell the delicate fragrance emanating from Jing Qingtian, but strangely, he didn't feel any pain. A warm current of happiness flowed through his heart, and he couldn't help but grasp the beauty's jade hand. One of the Ten Jade Maidens of the cultivation world, a stunning beauty, took a deep breath of the floral fragrance and leaned slightly towards Zhang Yang. At the moment of impending contact, perhaps out of shyness and reserve, her delicate shoulders suddenly stiffened, and she turned away.

"Fourth Brother, you have many brothers and sisters. Are they all away from home most of the time?"

"Yes, some are officials in the imperial court, and some are disciples of reclusive masters cultivating their Daoist arts. I only see them once every few years, and I honestly can't quite remember what they look like anymore, ah!"

Before his words had even finished, Zhang Yang's eyes were unfocused; he had clearly exceeded his concentration limit.

A complex sigh flashed in Jing Qingtian's beautiful eyes. She took Zhang Yang's arm and, as light as a feather, floated up, quickly escorting him back to Qingxin Villa amidst the envious gazes of many.

Not far from Qingxin Courtyard, nestled among bamboo groves, stood an elegant and secluded bamboo house. Jing Qingtian gently pushed open the bamboo door, which was still moving when she suddenly called out to the empty window, "Junior Sister, you've come!"

A gentle breeze stirred the light gauze curtains on the window, and in a flash, the junior sister Jing Qingtian had spoken of—the maid Xiaomei—appeared out of nowhere: "Senior Sister, you and that good-for-nothing were having a great time in the garden, weren't you? Hehe..." At this moment, Xiaomei's allure was even more pronounced; if one disregarded her ordinary features, she could surely charm countless men.

The elegant and refined Jing Qingtian looked calmly at Xiaomei without a hint of a smile. Xiaomei pouted in boredom, then said seriously, "Zhang Silang has reached the level of Yin Fire Internal Refinement. Our medicine is about to be unable to suppress it. The situation is not good!"

Jing Qingtian's beautiful eyes darkened, and she continued, "The second young mistress of the Zhang family has also become suspicious. Although she is not a cultivator, her family of divine doctors is not simple." "

Ah, what should we do? The Zhang family has deep ties with several major mountains. If they invite some old bastard down the mountain, then..." In her distress, Xiaomei's cheeks suddenly shone brightly. Her left cheek remained ordinary, but her right cheek was delicate and beautiful.

"Little Linglong, you must keep your mind calm during the Transformation Technique. Be careful at all times." Jing Qingtian reminded her junior sister, then narrowed her beautiful eyes and gritted her teeth, saying, "To fulfill Master's mission, we have no choice but to sacrifice Ning Zhiyun; Junior sister, how about this..."

"Senior sister, you have a better idea. I'll act tonight. Hehe..."

After a brief whisper between the two women, Little Linglong, transformed into Xiao Mei, leaped out of the window like a ghost. Her phantom could not be held in the void, only her unrestrained laughter remained.

The sun set in the west, and the moon rose above the willow branches.

Zhang Yang felt a sudden unease in his heart. Although he didn't have any nightmares, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

"Fourth Young Master, let me light some calming incense for you. The Third Madam specially sent it before accompanying Master to the capital."

Hearing that it was his birth mother's gift, Zhang Yang gladly accepted. A few minutes later, the rising fragrance quickly calmed his mind, making it increasingly calm, so calm that there was no trace of spiritual energy.

"Hehe...good-for-nothing, I'm taking pity on you today and letting you taste the sweetness of romance." Before the words were finished, Xiao Mei swept the stiff man up in her arms, flicked her sleeve, and the two disappeared like ghosts.

In the western part of the Zheng Guo Gong Mansion's back courtyard, the Second Young Mistress's yard was filled with all sorts of medicinal herbs and flowers.

Xiao Linglong found her senior sister's figure in the darkness, handed her the puppet, and then looked down at the rows of houses under the moonlight, whispering, "The layout of these courtyards contains hidden formations, and there are guards everywhere. One wrong move and we could trigger an alarm; Senior Sister, what are you planning to do?"

Jing Qingtian said calmly, "I won't risk going in. Just let Ning Zhiyun leave the bedroom on her own. Xiao Linglong, let's go, let's wait for her."

"Ah..." A suppressed groan echoed from an elegant, grand bedroom. The flickering lights illuminated Ning Zhiyun's plump, flushed face.

The usually dignified and virtuous second young mistress had a dream, a dream of her few intimate moments with her husband, Zhang Erlang. Upon waking, her legs were still twitching slightly, her private quarters were a muddy mess, and even the bedding was soaked.

"Sigh! My husband hasn't been home for almost a year, and last time he only stayed for two or three days."

The beautiful woman rarely showed such resentment, but it was just a fleeting thought. Being a clean freak, she changed the bedding herself, then frowned in distress.

Night had fallen; what excuse could she use to have the maid prepare a bath? Besides, boiling water would take a long time, and it was so uncomfortable down there!

The young mistress didn't want to be laughed at by the servants, nor did she want to make things difficult for them. After much deliberation, she suddenly remembered a good place—the hot spring bath in the back mountain of the Zhang residence, a private forbidden area where no man or servant was allowed.

The Duke of Zheng's mansion occupied most of Yinzhou City, even enclosing the natural hot spring within its private grounds. Several layers of tight security were secured by high walls that ordinary people could not cross.

The hot spring water rippled gently, its surface shimmering with mist, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland. Ning Zhiyun lay comfortably near the spring's source, her body slightly reclined, her delicate hands gently stroking the water, creating small ripples that lapped at the voluptuous young woman's breasts, half-exposed above the surface.

Desire was always so strange; after washing away the traces of shame, the dignified beauty recalled the scene from her dream, and her pink nipples unconsciously hardened, proudly standing erect on the water's surface.

"Ugh... How embarrassing! How could I have such a dream? Hmm... It was so shameful in the dream. I was screaming so loudly, and my husband's hands were so naughty, making my lower body... like this. Huh? Something's not right!"

Ning Zhiyun's dreamy eyes suddenly narrowed rapidly. Although she didn't know martial arts or Taoist magic, she possessed superhuman perception and clearly sensed the abnormal flow of water.

The spring was on the right, so how could there be a reverse current, and bubbles too? Ah, someone was in the water!

"Who? Come out! How dare you!" After a moment of panic, the wealthy woman quickly jumped onto the edge of the pool. With a sharp shout, she decisively triggered the omnipresent alarm mechanism.

The mysterious power of the array spread like silent ripples in this corner, and just as it was about to cause a ripple, a beam of light flashed in the darkness, abruptly severing the ripples.

Xiao Linglong, with a charming and smug look on her face, said with her eyes half-closed, "Second sister-in -law, it's me, Fourth Brother

. Good sister, don't yell, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." In the hot spring pool, the steam rippled, and Zhang Yang emerged from the water. He hadn't taken a deep breath, having held his breath for a long time, and uttered the exact same words as Xiao Mei.

"Fourth Brother, how could you… Ah, don't come any closer!" Time seemed to freeze for a second before the dignified wife recovered from her shock. Although she quickly averted her gaze, she still managed to see most of her brother-in-law's naked body.

'Fourth Brother's body isn't weak at all! Hmm… What am I thinking? Ah!'

Ning Zhiyun couldn't understand why she was acting so differently than usual, and stood frozen in place. A night breeze swirled around her voluptuous body, and she cried out in surprise before frantically jumping back into the hot spring, hiding her naked body in the water. Although the water reached above the dignified beauty's chin, it couldn't extinguish the fire of embarrassment burning in her heart.

"Sister-in-law, I didn't know you'd come here. If I had known, I wouldn't have come." Zhang Yang not only "repeated" Xiao Mei's voice, but also, as if following Xiao Mei's wishes, his eyes suddenly lit up, looking at the second young mistress as if they were real.

"I...you...Fourth Brother, turn around, I'm leaving first, you're not allowed to look back."

Zhang Yang obediently turned his back and hid in the hot spring. Ning Zhiyun, her face flushed, bit her lips, her hands covering her breasts and private parts, and awkwardly fled to the edge of the pool.

Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and a second later, Jing Qingtian unexpectedly pushed the door open and entered.

"Oh, Second Young Mistress, you're here too? We can keep each other company; I'm usually all alone." Zi Lingyu gracefully removed her clothes, revealing her exquisitely beautiful, jade-like figure. She then slowly stepped into the water and approached Ning Zhiyun.

"Jing...Miss Jing, the water's too hot here. You just got in; why don't you lie down by the pool for a while?" For the first time in her life, the dignified wife felt completely lost, her body trembling slightly, causing ripples to spread around her.

Ning Zhiyun's throat tightened with nervousness, but thankfully, Jing Qingtian didn't object, sitting about ten meters away from her, their gazes meeting.

A moment later, Zhang Yang's head emerged from the water, carefully hiding behind his sister-in-law, mechanically saying, "Sister-in-law, block me; be careful Qingtian doesn't see." The dignified wife's cheeks were flushed crimson, and after a slight hesitation, she still moved closer to her brother-in-law.

In the scorching pool, the naked bodies of the uncle and sister-in-law were separated by only a slight distance. The undercurrent flowing over Ning Zhiyun's breasts and private parts always flowed towards Zhang Yang, enveloping the man...

Ning Zhiyun, for some reason, thought of this situation, and a shameful feeling, like a woman committing adultery, spread across her nipples, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.

Zhang Yang seemed to see through his sister-in-law's thoughts, gently pressing his cheek against her plump back, and whispered, "Sister-in-law, I'm useless, you don't need to worry. As long as we keep it from Qing Tian and don't damage your reputation, it'll be fine." '

Yes, Si Lang is a cunning man, just bear with it, otherwise it will be hard to explain.' In this special environment, the beautiful woman acted step by step, according to the enemy's intentions.

"Hehe, Ning Zhiyun, today I'm going to turn you into a slut and a whore, let's see how you pretend to be virtuous then." Little Linglong muttered to herself from the shadows, then commanded from afar, "Useless trash, grab her breasts, grab them hard!"

Little Mei's command was issued, but Zhang Yang's rebellious voice came through: "No, no, she's my second sister-in-law, I can't tarnish her reputation!"

In the pool, Zhang Yang suddenly retreated, his reason struggling, but his actions terrified the second young mistress. Jing Qingtian in the shallow end pretended to be deaf and blind, but Ning Zhiyun, feeling guilty, hurriedly pretended to stir the water, while straightening her body, letting her plump, round breasts fully protrude from the water, blocking her brother-in-law behind her as much as possible.

Zhang Yang's mental resistance was only fleeting. When his second sister-in-law's bright red areolas pierced his eyes, before Little Linglong's command even arrived, his heart was already pounding wildly.

"Sister-in-law, I...I...my legs are numb, I'm sorry." The trembling man's voice had a touch of life in it. Zhang Yang's hand was still hesitating on the surface of the water when a hot breath sprayed out, landing on his sister-in-law's breast below her ribs.

"Ah!" The heat made Ning Zhiyun's body go weak. The moment her brother-in-law suddenly hugged her waist, a strange sensation seemed to flash into the dignified wife's womb like lightning.

Ning Zhiyun let out an uncontrollable scream. Jing Qingtian could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb, and asked with feigned curiosity, "Second Young Mistress, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing, I just stepped on a stone. I was making a fuss over nothing. Um...Miss Jing, you don't need to worry."

The dignified wife desperately suppressed the scream in her heart. While she was struggling to explain, her brother-in-law, perhaps afraid of being discovered, actually sank into the water. As he submerged, the man's hands naturally slid along her skin, and he even pulled her body down.

Hmm… If Si Lang wasn’t a “ghost,” if Jing Qingtian wasn’t here, if… In an instant, countless “ifs” flashed through the beautiful married woman’s mind, filled with shame and anger. In the end, she gritted her teeth and stopped her incessant cursing.

“Hehe… This is so much fun!” Xiao Linglong’s expression was like that of a wicked little demoness. She evilly ordered, “Zhang Yang, kiss her nipples, suck hard, and harder…”

Zhang Yang, hidden in the water, acted completely according to the little demoness’s orders. The breasts were being grabbed and kneaded, completely exceeding Ning Zhiyun’s limits as a married woman. With a “splash,” the beautiful woman’s breasts, like startled rabbits, suddenly jumped out of the water. The moment the plump breasts left the water, Zhang Yang’s ten fingers that were kneading the breasts hurriedly withdrew.

The second young mistress opened her red lips wide, then covered her breasts and strode towards Jing Qingtian; in her panic, she unconsciously regarded Jing Qingtian as her savior.

Although Zhang Yang wasn't bold enough to reveal himself, he suddenly lunged into the water, swirling in the current, and his large hand swept around his sister-in-law's voluptuous yet curvaceous body. The dignified young woman's beautiful eyes instantly filled with shame and anxiety; her brother-in-law's cheek was pressed against her plump buttocks, and it seemed he even bit her. This was too much! Embarrassment and anger stirred up waves, and Ning Zhiyun momentarily forgot her inhibitions, kicking at the "lecherous fish" at the bottom of the water.

"Second Young Mistress, did you step on a pebble again?" Jing Qingtian's timely "reminder" instantly quelled Ning Zhiyun's anger.

"No, no, I... ah!" The beautiful young woman hurriedly explained, but her brother-in-law, despite being kicked, didn't give up. He held tightly to his sister-in-law's fierce leg, his hands roaming over her skin, causing Ning Zhiyun to groan again.

The ambiguous situation was already becoming increasingly obvious, but Zi Lingyu seemed particularly oblivious, approaching Ning Zhiyun with an air of nonchalance.

Forbidden desires churned underwater as Zhang Yang bit down on his sister-in-law's delicate toes, sucking on each one. "Mmm..." Even with Jing Qingtian beside her, Ning Zhiyun couldn't help but lean back, letting out a shameful tremor.

The dignified wife was anxious, truly anxious! Her toes were her most sensitive spot, even more so than her breasts. Even her husband didn't know this secret, and had never sucked on her feet like this before; but now, her most sensitive spot had been discovered by her brother-in-law.

"Ah..." The beauty's legs trembled incessantly, her round, pink toes tightening and loosening, as if actively stimulating her brother-in-law's tongue.

Although Zhang Yang was the little vixen's puppet, his desires seemed to possess independent thought. His breath caught in his throat; he no longer focused on attacking his sister-in-law's forbidden paradise, but instead used both his mouth and hands to meticulously caress every inch of the married woman's jade-like feet.

One, two… once, twice… each suck of Zhang Yang's on his sister-in-law's toes sent shivers of pleasure through him, waves of shameful pleasure surging into Ning Zhiyun's body, filling her womb wave after wave.

Could clear water conceal the honeyed nectar of orgasm? A ripple beneath the surface caused the second young mistress's toes and thighs to suddenly straighten into a straight line, revealing the answer.

Thick, sticky spring water gushed from the married woman's flower path, slowly sliding down her fair, plump thighs. Although the undercurrent tried to carry it away, the nectar drew ever closer to Zhang Yang's lips and tongue.

"Mmm..." Ning Zhiyun's teeth had already bitten her lower lip until it bled, and her sad moans could burst out at any moment; that wasn't all, her uncle was still sucking her toes obsessively, causing pools of spring water to gush out of the married woman's flower path.

"Oh no, I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to scream! Waaah... please don't scream, ah... Si Lang, you bastard!"

Actually, the water around the dignified wife was already quite abnormal. Just as she was about to collapse, Jing Qingtian unexpectedly stood up, found an excuse, and gracefully and quickly floated away.

"Ah—" As soon as Jing Qingtian's figure disappeared, Ning Zhiyun's red lips immediately opened to their limit, and her embarrassed scream made the water surface ripple wildly. "

Heavens! Si Lang actually licked the inside of her thigh, his tongue is licking and sucking the shameful honey that is flowing out!"

In the next instant, the wife's chastity gave Ning Zhiyun strength. She suddenly jumped up, dragging her weak body, and rushed towards the door with all her might.

"Sister-in-law, don't go!" Zhang Yang's hot body brought up a large wave. He pounced like a hungry tiger and pressed his soft and beautiful sister-in-law against the edge of the pool.

"Si Lang, what are you doing? Stop, ah...stop!"

"Sister-in-law, dear sister, I'm going to die! Ugh, it hurts so much! Save me!"

Zhang Yang couldn't distinguish his true thoughts anymore. He didn't know if it was the command of the "demonic voice" in his mind or his own impulse. He only knew that there was a raging fire in his heart, lower abdomen, and even every acupoint in his body, burning him with unbearable pain.

"Si...Si Lang, you have a hidden ailment and cannot have sex. Stop now, your sister-in-law will give you acupuncture to relieve the pain."

"No, I don't want acupuncture, I want you! Dear sister-in-law, I want you—" The young man's blood was boiling to the extreme. Zhang Yang put his sister-in-law's legs on his shoulders, and he lay down under her lower abdomen, reaching up with his hands to grasp a pair of plump and firm breasts.

[Episode 1: The Birth of an Evil Weapon] Chapter 3: Harboring Wrong Thoughts

Ning Zhiyun lay by the pool, and in her shame and anxiety, she struggled violently.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Zhang Yang suddenly withdrew his hands from squeezing her breasts, then embraced his sister-in-law's beautiful legs, cunningly taking Ning Zhiyun's most sensitive toes into his mouth.

The scene from the water earlier played out again; although the second young mistress punched and kicked, the shameful pleasure continued to overwhelm her, accumulating layer by layer in the flower chamber of this man's wife.

"Sister-in-law, give it to me, just this once, please; look, you're already...wet down there!"

Wet, truly soaked, even the jade steps were stained with a shameful pool of water.

The younger brother's fiery voice completely shattered the sister-in-law's mental struggle. As if possessed, she looked down and saw Zhang Yang's tongue piercing her clitoris.

"Ah...um..."

The second young mistress's jade back slumped back, her trembling tongue emitting a death row inmate-like moan. She clearly felt another gush of spring water gushing from her flesh.

"Hoo..."

In that instant when the heavens and earth were ablaze, Zhang Yang's own spirit suddenly "awakened." He focused his gaze and saw his gentle and beautiful second sister-in-law lying beneath him, completely naked, moaning softly.

Good heavens, what have I done? What am I doing? How could this be? Oh...

Faced with his sister-in-law's pink and tender vulva, all of Zhang Yang's reason, morality, and shame could not withstand the overwhelming pleasure of breaking taboos.

In the raging fire of lust, Zhang Yang forgot that this was his brother's wife, forgot his own impotence. His animalistic instincts erupted, and he opened his lips and tongue, once again pouncing on his sister-in-law's forbidden paradise.

"Four...Four Lang, no, um...let...sister-in-law go, ah..."

Ning Zhiyun was still struggling, still pleading, but her legs involuntarily bent and contracted, her soft thighs automatically clamping her brother-in-law's cheeks, as if both resisting and welcoming.

Zhang Yang's lips were only two inches away from his sister-in-law's flower path, but he couldn't break through those two inches no matter what he did. Only the man's hot breath could spray onto her honeyed lips.

Ning Zhiyun could never forget her identity as a married woman. While pleading softly, she stretched out her jade hand, adding another layer of resistance to her married woman's private parts.

"Sister-in-law, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me—"

A dark rage suddenly erupted in Zhang Yang's heart. The inner demons accumulated over the years as a "yin person" went berserk. Without the little demoness casting a spell, he roared and tightened his ten fingers.

With a muffled thud, the beauty's breasts were forced to squeeze out the deepest cleavage; the man's fingertips flashed, and he actually pinched his sister-in-law's nipple, pulling and tugging, rubbing and grinding it, indulging in the most lewd and playful instincts.

"Ah, it hurts so much, Fourth Brother, let go... let go!"

Ning Zhiyun's left nipple was swollen and painful, while her right breast was numb and tingling. Two unbearable sensations simultaneously entered her mind and surged towards her womb.

Overwhelmed with shock and shame, the married woman instinctively covered her chest with both hands. Her violent brother-in-law let out a strange roar and finally captured his sister-in-law's fragrant lips.

"Ah... Si Lang, you bastard... you thing, ooh..."

Ning Zhiyun tried to kick and roll away, but Zhang Yang's sucking made her weak as mud. The dignified beauty screamed again, two streams of tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.

"Ah, ah... Si Lang, no... stop, stop..." Ning Zhiyun weakly pounded Zhang Yang's shoulders, her waist and abdomen trembling, contracting, and rising and falling with the movements of her brother-in-law's lips and tongue.

Zhang Yang ignored his sister-in-law's pounding, cursing, and pleas, only sucking, sucking, and sucking again.

He sucked on his brother's wife's labia, sucked on the dignified married woman's clitoris, then his tongue curled into a stick shape and passionately thrust inside.

Time passed second by second, the sounds of "sizzling" and "plop" alternating.

The wife's tears gradually dried, while the brother-in-law's breathing grew heavier. He suddenly pressed his entire face against his sister-in-law's vulva with all his might, his red tongue frantically "plunging" into her flower path.

"Ah—"

The dignified and virtuous beautiful wife screamed under the impact, her supple waist arching high, refusing to fall for a long time. They had reached their

climax; Ning Zhiyun and Zhang Yang had both soared to the peak of pleasure, the uncle and sister-in-law experiencing a burst of desire in different ways!

Zhang Yang's tongue retracted, swallowing wave after wave of his sister-in-law's nectar.

With a "glug," the beautiful woman's spring water and yin essence surged into the brother-in-law's body, like a spring rain gently extinguishing the man's raging lust, followed by a sudden silence.

The dignified wife's body gradually grew cold and stiff. She then sat back, speaking with an unprecedented coldness: "Zhang Yang, let's leave it at that. Forget about it, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Sister-in-law, I..."

Zhang Yang tried to explain, but couldn't find a reason. He could only stare blankly as his ashamed and angry sister-in-law quickly left. He stood there stunned for several seconds, then suddenly slapped himself hard.

"Why? Why would a good-for-nothing like me do such a thing? Huh, how did I get here?"

"Hehe... It's all thanks to me; Fourth Young Master, are you having fun?"

An ordinary-looking girl appeared, floating on the water. Before Zhang Yang could respond, the little demoness had already pointed a finger at his brow.

The illusion solidified, and the little enchantress playfully kicked Zhang Yang, giggling, "You good-for-nothing are truly a freak, actually managing to break free from my spiritual power, hehe... Interesting."

After the laughter subsided, Xiao Linglong said excitedly, "Senior Sister, our plan succeeded! And, that good-for-nothing's Yin Fire has increased a lot this time, did you feel it?"

Jing Qingtian, who hadn't truly left, emerged from the shadows. Her face was filled with obvious shame and helplessness, but the light in her eyes remained firm. She replied in a deep voice, "Not enough! If we let Ning Zhiyun calm down, our plan will become a case of being too clever for our own good!"

The special night finally passed, and the fourth young master of the Zhang family walked out of the courtyard gate refreshed, completely forgetting everything from the previous night.

"Fourth Master greets the Ancestor, and pays respects to First Aunt, Second Aunt, and Fourth Aunt."

Zhang Yang politely performed several deep bows, then looked around and asked with some surprise, "Eh, where's Second Sister-in-law? I haven't seen her."

Third Young Mistress Tie Ruonan blinked her bright eyes and said in a tone that every woman understands, "She's not feeling well today and has already asked someone to pay her respects to the Ancestor."

"Ah, Second Sister-in-law is sick. Then I'll go visit her."

Although Zhang Yang had forgotten the ambiguous scene from last night, subconsciously, he felt a special affection for Ning Zhiyun.

"Hehe... Fourth Master, Second Young Mistress's illness is none of your concern."

Tie Ruonan's full chest bounced up and down with laughter, and all the beauties in the hall covered their faces and giggled.

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and a sudden realization flashed through his mind—menstruation. Second Sister-in-law was menstruating, and of course, this kind of "illness" didn't need his concern as her uncle.

In an instant, the man's cheeks flushed red to his ears. His thoughts raced, and he froze on the spot.

Menstruation? Why had he come up with such a strange term?

The women all assumed Zhang Yang was simply too embarrassed. A lively young lady from a collateral branch rushed forward, feigning agreement, "Fourth Master, I'll lead the way. Let's go visit Second Sister-in-law together." Zhang Yang

's eyelids twitched, his earlier confusion vanishing completely. His face burning red, he cried out, "No, no, I won't go! I'd rather die than go!"

The Fourth Master scrambled out of the hall, his voice unwavering. But as night fell, he—the puppet controlled by magic—knocked on the Second Mistress's courtyard gate.

Zhang Fourth Master was undoubtedly the only male member of the household who could move freely within the inner quarters. Without waiting for a maid to announce his arrival, he barged directly into the bedroom.

"Sister-in-law, I have something important to tell you. Could you ask them to leave for a while?"

"You..."

Zhang Yang looked completely self-righteous, while Ning Zhiyun, who was hiding at home to heal her heartbreak, felt quite guilty. She glanced at the maids and servants inside and outside the door, and forced herself to remain calm, saying, "Fourth Brother, whatever it is,

we can talk about it when we pay our respects to the Ancestor tomorrow." "No, it concerns the reputation of the Duke's Mansion and my sister-in-law. We can't wait until tomorrow."

The young man's tall figure stood straight, his gaze fixed on his sister-in-law's rapidly rising and falling breasts.

"Fourth Master is such a scoundrel! He even dares to threaten people with what happened last night!"

The Second Young Mistress's anger surged. She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and finally waved her sleeve, driving all the servants out. She added in a low voice, "All of you, retreat to the outside of the Third Courtyard. No one is allowed to approach without my permission, or you will be punished according to family law."

The family law of the nobility was no less than the law of the court. The servants bowed their heads and retreated in great fear. Although everyone had doubts, no one associated it with matters between men and women.

"Fourth Brother, what exactly do you want?"

"Sister-in-law, I want to hug you one more time."

Zhang Yang blatantly exposed his illicit thoughts. Before Ning Zhiyun could get angry, he loudly proclaimed, "Even if Second Brother beats me to death, I won't regret it."

The younger brother-in-law was so domineering, but the second young mistress felt a strange kind of emotion at this moment. Coupled with the threat, her face flushed, and she couldn't help but tremble as she said, "Fourth Brother, don't do this, this... no, how about I find you a personal maid?"

The younger brother-in-law's determined gaze became even more intense as his sister-in-law showed weakness and surrendered. Suddenly, he opened his arms and pounced on the bed, hugging his sister-in-law's somewhat languid body tightly.

"Ah, Fourth Brother, you... be gentle, you're hurting me."

"Mmm, sister-in-law, you smell so good!"

Zhang Yang did hug her only once, but this hug was only the beginning and didn't end for a long time. He buried his face in his sister-in-law's hair, deeply inhaling the fragrance of the beautiful woman's hair and body.

"Fourth...Fourth Brother, that's enough! Let go, or I'll call for help!"

"Good sister-in-law, don't call, let me lie down for a while."

The stunning beauty didn't agree at all, but the young man's head was already buried in her arms, his hot cheeks rubbing against her soft cleavage.

Ning Zhiyun clearly felt that her nipples had swelled up, two embarrassing marks protruding through her clothes.

The beauty bit her lip slightly, instinctively glancing at the beaded curtain swaying in the wind, and pushed a few times with her jade hands, but couldn't push her brother-in-law's head away; in this delicate situation, she involuntarily gave in a little.

Sigh, since last night was already...like that, let Fourth Brother lie down for a while, as long as he doesn't go too far.

As the dignified wife's thoughts subtly changed, her nipples became harder and harder, and Zhang Yang suddenly gently bit one of them.

"Ah! Fourth Brother, you, you bastard!"

Ning Zhiyun's body trembled violently as if struck by lightning. She looked closely and saw that her elegant robes had been half-undone by her brother-in-law, and most of her snow-white breasts were now under his gaze.

"Sister-in-law, I'm in so much pain! Ah... good sister-in-law, save me!"

Anger surged on the second young mistress's face. She immediately clutched her chest and backed away, kicking her brother-in-law in the chest.

The next instant, the crazed man grabbed the beauty's feet, and amidst groans and howls, the scene from the previous night began to unfold again.

Zhang Yang's expression was as infatuated as the previous night, while Ning Zhiyun's resistance was not as strong.

The man's tongue swept from her thigh to her calf, then suddenly paused, a hint of smugness in his voice. "Sister-in-law, look, you're...wet again!"

"Ugh...Si Lang, no...don't say that, stop...stop, ah...

" The word "again" perfectly captured the shame and sorrow in the heart of this dignified wife. She desperately punched her brother-in-law with her fists, her teeth instinctively biting her lips, afraid that she might accidentally let out a shameful scream.

The wet patch on her underpants grew larger and larger, and the man's lips and tongue drew closer and closer to it.

Finally, Zhang Yang bit down on the thin fabric, biting down on his sister-in-law's flower gate once more through the clothing.

"Ah—"

Ning Zhiyun bit down on the bedding, her scream echoing through the gap. At the same time, her shapely, long legs shot straight up, tensed with incredible force.

"Four...Fourth Brother, you big bastard, you...you can't...do this to me, sob..."

The wife's tears of sorrow and shame flowed even more profusely than the night before. Then, with a "whoosh," pieces of clothing flew through the air, scattering inside and outside the bed.

Zhang Yang fiercely played with his sister-in-law's ample breasts, kneading her plump buttocks, his mouth never leaving the fragrant, muddy paradise of the married woman, sucking with unparalleled passion and greed.

"Ah...Fourth Brother, stop...stop...someone will see us."

Unconsciously, Ning Zhiyun's limits had lowered again. Overwhelmed by a surge of pleasure, she once again clamped her legs around her brother-in-law's head, her voluptuous yet curvaceous waist swaying involuntarily with his sucking.

"Oh..."

Soon, much faster than the night before, Zhang Yang tasted the sweetness of his sister-in-law's juices, and both of them simultaneously let out hazy, satisfied moans.

Ning Zhiyun's legs gently lowered, while Zhang Yang climbed up, suddenly embracing his sister-in-law even more frantically, and kissing her lips for the first time.

"Mmm..."

The dignified wife's heart was filled with unprecedented waves. She wanted to struggle, but unexpectedly, her brother-in-law's tongue, being a "female" man, was hot and powerful. She had never imagined that kissing could be so pleasurable, nor had she ever imagined that she would accept a kiss from a man other than her husband.

After a few struggles, Ning Zhiyun's pounding hands rested on her brother-in-law's shoulders, and finally, even her fragrant tongue was drawn to his lips.

Suddenly, a look of panic flashed in Ning Zhiyun's intoxicated eyes, and her already numb body stiffened abruptly.

She clearly sensed that her brother-in-law was adjusting his position, his groin thrusting fiercely into her private parts.

"Ah, could it be... no, no!"

The terrified wife twisted her waist desperately, but she couldn't break free from the man's embrace. With a "smack," Zhang Yang's lower body slammed into her most sensitive spot, producing the most intoxicating tremor in the world.

The scream that Ning Zhiyun was about to utter turned into a lingering sigh of shock. The sensation from her labia filled her with shame and anxiety, but also a strange sense of loss.

Zhang Yang was still the same "Zhang Yang," his limp penis like a small worm, utterly harmless to women!

"Ugh!"

Zhang Yang let out a groan of pain and madness, while he fiercely sucked on his sister-in-law's nipple, unconsciously thrusting his lower body again and again in vain.

"Fourth brother, don't do this, calm down, no... ah... no... please..."

Zhang Yang's penis wasn't entirely useless; although not hard, it was incredibly hot, "burning" the second young mistress's lips trembled, and her spring tide burst forth. The woman's physical instincts were actually "rubbed" out.

"Sister-in-law, good sister-in-law, I want you, I want you, ah—"

The stronger Zhang Yang's desire, the deeper the hidden wounds in his heart.

The "yin man" truly went mad. He roared and thrust wildly, his impotent penis brushing against his sister-in-law's clitoris, while his scrotum pressed against the wife's jade gate.

The next instant, Zhang Yang thrust again with great force, and with a "plop," a clitoris squeezed into his sister-in-law's labia, causing the second young mistress's flower path to swell for the first time.

"Ah!" Ning Zhiyun's entire flower path swelled open as a result, and she could no longer control her shameful screams.

"Plop, plop, plop..." The spring pill rolled violently up and down along the mature woman's labia, once, twice, three times...

Spring water gushed out more intensely than ever before, making the rolling sound of the spring pill faster and faster, making the skin of the uncle and sister-in-law increasingly rosy.

"Ah... Si Lang!"

With another muffled sound, Zhang Yang's other spring pill squeezed into the slit of the labia. The man convulsed in pain and pleasure, while the woman hugged her brother-in-law's body tightly for the first time, calling out to him in a dazed tone for the first time.

Ning Zhiyun's honey hole swelled up, even larger than when she was making love with her husband. Although Zhang Yang could not fill her flower core with his penis, his scrotum spewed out strange heat.

"Ugh... Oh... God!"

The heat roared and surged into the uterus, impacting Ning Zhiyun's honey hole as if it were a tangible thing.

The young woman's eyes lit up under the intense stimulation, but the pleasure hadn't reached its peak yet. Zhang Yang let out another wild roar. At the moment his desire exploded, the two testicles that had entered her jade gate began to throb violently. Like a warrior driven to the brink, they were making their final, most desperate resistance.

"Ah—"

The beautiful wife's scream was unrestrained, piercing the sky. She hugged her brother-in-law without hesitation, offering him a passionate kiss for the first time. Even after her brother-in-law's testicles calmed down, her labia were still trembling, and her tongue was still licking his breath.

After the earth-shattering pleasure subsided, the room fell into a deathly silence. Then, Ning Zhiyun slapped Zhang Yang hard across the face.

"Get out, get out, get out!"

The second young mistress lost control of her emotions, and Zhang Yang, his lust extinguished, also lost his courage to act recklessly.

"Sister-in-law, dear sister, I..."

Zhang Yang's lips trembled a few times, but in the end, he lowered his head, his hands hanging limply, and walked out of the room with endless guilt.

Outside the triple courtyard gate, a group of maids and servants surrounded the Fourth Young Master, bombarding him with questions: "Fourth Young Master, why is the Second Young Mistress so angry? Oh, you were hit? Did you do something wrong?"

Zhang Yang, usually very kind to his servants, now glared angrily and shouted, "You scoundrels! Whether I did something wrong or not is none of your business! Get out!"

The maids and servants scattered in a panic after being scolded by the Fourth Young Master's furious outburst, then gathered in twos and threes to discuss the truth.

The Fourth Young Master must have made a big mistake, and the Second Young Mistress found out. As for that slap, it must have been because the Fourth Young Master refused to admit his mistake, which infuriated the Second Young Mistress; yes, that must be it.

Inside the Xiuzhu Abode, Jing Qingtian finally revealed a satisfied look. At the deepest moment of the night, a flash of light appeared in her palm, and a paper crane flapped its wings, soaring into the sky like a real bird.

A day later, the paper crane flew a thousand miles away, into a misty, cloud-shrouded Daoist mountain.

On a naturally formed mountainside platform, a cultivator dressed in coarse linen slowly opened his palm, looking at the paper crane that had landed in his hand. His slightly aged face revealed an emotion rarely seen in cultivators.

The paper crane transformed into a strip of paper in the light, and the information on it brought tears to the eyes of Master Zi Lei. He looked up to the sky and sighed, muttering almost obsessively, "Qingyin, hold on, I will soon be able to revive you; twenty years, twenty years in the blink of an eye, haha... we will be reunited!"

"Brother Zi Lei, what makes you so happy? Can you share it with me?"

The mountain breeze suddenly became hotter, and the wispy clouds scattered like startled birds; a flying sword appeared in the air, and on the sword, a woman in a nearly transparent red dress revealed glimpses of her breasts, making her incredibly alluring.

"You audacious vixen, how dare you trespass on this sacred ground!"

Almost at the same instant the evil wind blew, four beautiful young women in white robes and skirts leaped out of the main hall. Four sword lights, imbued with the sounds of wind and thunder, blocked the uninvited guests.

"Brother Daoist, this is not the way to treat guests. We are, after all, relatives."

The woman in red danced with her hands, her spiritual power transforming into light, which coalesced into a shield. It looked dangerous, but in reality, she easily blocked the sky full of sword energy.

Before Master Zi Lei could respond, the four women shouted in unison, "Vixen, shut up! Our master is the current Imperial Preceptor. How can he be related to your demonic creature from the Dust-Absorbing Valley?"

"So you four girls are the Four Spirit Sword Maidens? Hehe... Your cultivation is quite good, and you're beautiful too. You'd be perfect to join the Dust-Absorbing Valley and become disciples of my Miao Ji."

Miao Ji's half-naked breasts swayed, her nipples appearing completely exposed to the eyes of the female disciples. Even the Four Spirit Sword Maidens, though also women, felt their breath rise and their jade-like faces flush.

At the crucial moment, Master Zi Lei suddenly roared, "Miao Ji, good and evil cannot coexist. Zi Lei Mountain is not a place for you. Please have some self-respect!"

Master Zi Lei swept his robe, dispelling the lewd aura, and at the same time, quietly shredded the note.

[Episode 1: The Birth of the Evil Artifact] Chapter 4: The Primordial Yin Spirit

Miao Ji stepped back, her red dress silently turning into pure white. She changed the subject, saying, "Is this alright? If you insist, my junior sister Qingyin in the afterlife will surely be heartbroken."

The Valley Master of the Dust-Absorbing Valley, one of the Six Evil Paths, concealed his signature attire and unleashed his trump card. Master Zi Lei's white hair trembled, and he had to suppress his anger, coldly saying, "Go in. Leave quickly after offering incense."

The Four Spirit Sword Maidens, slightly puzzled, stepped aside. Miao Ji, however, didn't rush in. Instead, she approached Master Zi Lei, her seductive smile saying, "Judging by the years, my niece is almost twenty. Can I see her?"

"Shut up! If you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll make you taste the thunderbolts!" The hidden pain in Master Zi Lei's eyes transformed into fury. He flipped his sleeve, and the wooden sword engraved with thunder patterns seemed to struggle and fly out.

"Don't be angry, really don't be angry; Brother Dao, I promise I will never tell anyone about this."

"Miao Ji, you can say whatever you want, I guarantee you won't leave Purple Thunder Mountain!" Before Purple Thunder True Man finished speaking, his figure had already soared into the air, riding his flying sword away from the demoness.

"Hehe..."

Purple Thunder True Man left in a rage, and the wicked demoness who had angered him curled her lips. As she took a step, she secretly swept the hem of her skirt, and a piece of paper quietly flew into her long sleeve.

A quarter of an hour later, Miao Ji flew away on her sword, unusually well-behaved for once.

Purple Thunder True Man watched her rapid back, his eyes slightly darkening. He then summoned the Four Spirit Sword Maidens to his side and said in an authoritative tone: "Go to Yinzhou City immediately to support your senior sister; this matter concerns the life and death of Purple Thunder Mountain. You are not allowed to ask questions, you are not allowed to disobey orders, and you must follow Qing Tian's orders."

The Four Sword Maidens, "Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow," were slightly taken aback. Although they had some doubts about their master's orders, they still resolutely walked down Purple Thunder Mountain.

In Yinzhou City, at the Zhengguo Duke's Mansion, rumors about the Fourth Young Master being beaten quickly spread throughout the entire household.

"Fourth Young Master, what did you do wrong to make your Second Sister-in-law so angry?" "

Reporting to Grandmother, I went to visit my Second Sister-in-law last night, but I didn't...do anything?"

"Didn't do anything? Impossible! The Second Young Mistress has already returned to her parents' home overnight. Although she left a note saying she had urgent business, she's definitely angry."

Influenced by the atmosphere, Bailing also dared to say a few words to her master, and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

Upon hearing that his Second Sister-in-law had run away from home, Zhang Yang's expression immediately changed drastically. He lowered his head in shame and honestly confessed, "Grandmother, last night...I was a little reckless and accidentally saw...my Second Sister-in-law changing clothes, and she slapped me." Upon hearing

Fourth Young Master's explanation, all the women covered their faces and secretly laughed.

For a man, this explanation would be full of flaws, but for Zhang Silang, it was perfectly reasonable. Coupled with his utter sincerity, both in heart and in eyes, even the smartest woman wouldn't have the slightest doubt.

At the same time, Xiao Mei arrived at the Xiuzhu Abode, excitedly saying, "Senior Sister, Ning Zhiyun has left the Duke's Mansion! Our plan succeeded! Hehe, that good-for-nothing's Yin Fire has risen another level. If we do this a few more times, we'll soon be able to leave this wretched place."

Xiao Linglong calling the dignified Duke's Mansion a wretched place made Jing Qingtian unable to suppress her laughter. She shook her head and smiled, then said solemnly, "There are many worldly cultivators in Yinzhou City, and Tie Ruonan also knows a little Daoist magic. We can't take any more risks. The Second Young Mistress's matter was purely by chance; it can only happen once, not again."

When Zi Ling Yu Nu mentioned Ning Zhiyun, a strong sense of guilt flashed in her eyes. She paused slightly, then reiterated, "Junior Sister, remember, without my permission, you are absolutely not allowed to act rashly."

"Yes, you're my senior sister, I'll listen to you."

Xiao Linglong reluctantly gave in. After leaving Jing Qingtian's residence, she pointed fiercely, smashing a clump of flowers and plants, and muttered to herself resentfully, "Hmph, one day, I'll surpass you, why should I always have to listen to you!"

In the main hall of the Duke's mansion, after a round of laughter, the women quickly made up their minds. The third young mistress, Tie Ruonan, rushed to the Ning residence to persuade the second young mistress

, who had stormed off in anger. "I'm going too. My second sister-in-law left because of me, I should personally go and apologize." Zhang Yang's tone was unusually firm. Besides the reasons he gave, there was a vague voice in his mind urging him to stay away from the Duke's mansion, as if it were dangerous.

"Fourth Brother, I can't take you. If you go, the second young mistress won't have a way to save face. Just stay home."

Tie Ruonan smiled brightly and walked out of the hall with a neat and polite gait.

Zhang Yang wanted to insist, but the fourth wife of the Duke of Zhengguo blocked his way. The beautiful, mature woman gently persuaded him, "Fourth Brother, Ruonan is right. The Ning residence is at least several hundred miles from here. You are weak and cannot go."

"But... how about I ask Qingtian to accompany me?"

"Miss Jing is a guest. How can you order her around so casually? On the night of the full moon, you absolutely cannot leave the courtyard."

A gentle breeze stirred, carrying a delicate fragrance. The dignified First Madam and the tall, serene Second Madam approached simultaneously. The First Madam's jade-like face, untouched by the passage of time, darkened slightly as she sternly reprimanded, "Before your mother went to the capital, we promised her that we would take good care of you. Fourth Brother, as the son of the Duke, you cannot act arbitrarily."

"My ladies, I... know my mistake."

No matter how strong his feelings were, Zhang Yang could not go against the wishes of his family.

Beyond the mundane world, between heaven and earth.

There was a paradise where a hundred flowers bloomed and ten thousand birds soared; in this exquisitely beautiful place, on a strange rock, were carved large characters that terrified all who heard of it—Dust-Absorbing Valley.

On a soft meadow, Miao Ji, dressed in her signature semi-nude veil, rode atop a burly man, galloping with abandon.

In less than half an hour, the seemingly strong man, as robust as an ox, was utterly defeated, begging for mercy in terror.

"Valley...Valley Master, spare me!"

Miao Ji's watermelon-like breasts swayed, her lower abdomen contracting strangely; in an instant, the burly man became withered and emaciated, on the verge of death, while her face became even more delicate and youthful.

After draining the strong man's essence, Miao Ji kicked him ten feet away and angrily scolded the several evil female disciples, "What have you done? You've only brought back some vulgar trash; get out of here and bring back more men with abundant vital energy!" The evil female disciples

hurriedly retreated. Mei Ji, the second-in-command of Dust-Absorbing Valley, passed by them and came to Miao Ji, smiling alluringly, "Senior Sister, the note is complete. There's a discovery."

Yin Fire is contained, Yuan Dan is about to be formed—the note only contained eight simple words, but they made Miao Ji fall into deep thought.

"Yin Fire, Yuan Dan, Purple Thunder True Person... and Qing Yin, ah, I understand!" Miao Ji silently recited the contents of the note dozens of times, and unintentionally thought of Qing Yin, one of the three beauties of Dust-Absorbing Valley. A flash of inspiration appeared in her eyes.

"Master Zi Lei wants to refine the Supreme Yin Yuan Pill to resurrect that traitor who betrayed the Dust Absorbing Valley, hehe... No wonder Qing Yin has been dead for so many years, and Master Zi Lei has been using Xuanbing to preserve her body. So that's what he was up to."

After Miao Ji's explanation, Mei Ji understood many of her doubts and exclaimed happily, "Senior Sister, I heard that Old Man Zi Lei's eldest disciple has been staying in Yinzhou for the past two years, and there happens to be a 'Yin Person' in Yinzhou. Could this person be the 'Supreme Yin Primordial Spirit,' a rare find in a hundred years?"

She paused slightly, her eyes shining, and tentatively asked, "Senior Sister, what do you mean?"

"We'll snatch it! We're determined to snatch it! How can we waste such a rare treasure on a dead person? Hehe..."

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Yinzhou City, the Duke Zheng's Mansion.

The depressed Zhang Yang was persuaded by Jing Qingtian to leave the mansion. It was a rare opportunity for him to leave the Duke's Mansion and enjoy a stroll in the green hills and clear waters outside the city.

Without any evening entertainment, Xiao Mei was even more bored than her mistress. She lay lazily on the cool couch by the window, her hands behind her head, her eyes darting around, pondering how to pass the time.

"Fourth Young Master, are you there? The Old Mistress sent me to visit."

The beaded curtain was lifted, and the most favored maid of the Duke's mansion glided in. Seeing no sign of the Fourth Young Master, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then her beautiful eyes narrowed as she coldly stared at the unruly lower-ranking maid, Xiao Mei.

Xiao Mei remained lying on the cool couch, showing no intention of rising to greet her. Bai Ling suppressed her anger and patiently asked, "Where is your master? The Old Mistress wants to see him."

"I don't know, he's probably gone to see Miss Jing."

"When did he go? How long will it take him to return? Did the Fourth Young Master leave any instructions?"

"I don't know. If you're in a hurry, go ask the Fourth Young Master yourself." Xiao Mei turned her back to the Zhang family's top maid, seemingly too lazy to bother with her.

"You insolent thing! Is this how you serve your master? You little slut!" Bai Ling finally snapped, hands on her hips, eyebrows raised sharply.

Xiao Mei seemed to only then remember Bai Ling's identity. She flipped over and knelt on the ground, frightened and repeatedly apologizing.

Bai Ling cursed a few more times, then walked away with her head held high, her vanity in her bones greatly satisfied. Little did she know that Xiao Mei was watching her back with a mocking and lewd gaze.

Qingxin Courtyard returned to silence, but Xiao Linglong was no longer gloomy. She lay on the cool couch again, excitedly talking to herself at the sky: "Dare to curse me, ptooey, you slut! I can't touch the young mistress of the Zhang family, but I can't touch a lowly maid like you, hehe..." As

the sun set and the moon rose, the atmosphere of conspiracy quietly filled the Duke's mansion.

A letter suddenly appeared on Bai Ling's dressing table. The pretty maid who had returned to her room was slightly stunned. After reading the contents, her jade face instantly turned red with embarrassment, and she could not hide her pride and excitement.

Although the Marquis's mansion couldn't compare to the Duke's, the Marquis's heir was still the prince charming that every young girl dreamed of. Now, the young Marquis had actually made a private invitation, which, although somewhat ambiguous and embarrassing, filled Bailing with longing for wealth and glory!

Meanwhile, at the Marquis's mansion on the other side of Yinzhou City, the young Marquis Zhao Guangyi was also reading a love letter of dubious origin. The content was very similar to Bailing's, but the signature was Zhang Youyue—the Duke's daughter, known as the most beautiful woman in Yinzhou.

"Ah, wasn't she cultivating in some palace? When did she return? Hehe…she's finally taken a liking to me!"

Zhao Guangyi's expression was even more excited and infatuated than Bailing's. Although he outwardly approached Bailing, his real purpose was to get closer to the icy beauty Zhang Youyue. Upon receiving the love letter, although countless doubts lingered in his heart, he still hurriedly slipped out of the Marquis's mansion and rushed towards the place where his dream fairy had invited him.

The moon rose above the willow branches, and they met after dusk.

On the tranquil shores of Yinzhou Lake, amidst a meadow bursting with wildflowers,

Bailing spotted the young marquis eagerly awaiting her arrival from afar. A smug smile played on her lips, and the rapidly fluttering hem of her skirt slowed to a gentler angle.

Clever women always know how to attract a man's attention; those who aspire to rise in status need to be even more astute.

"Bailing is late, young marquis, please forgive me!"

The young marquis glanced behind Bailing, but seeing no sign of Yinzhou's most beautiful woman, his spirits plummeted.

"Don't worry, young marquis, no one followed. I also wish to be alone with you… I wouldn't tell anyone."

Bailing, after displaying appropriate reserve, walked tenderly to the young marquis's side, her deliberately low-cut neckline slightly tilted, the moonlight naturally illuminating a glimpse of her snow-white skin.

"Uh, Bailing, you smell so good!"

The young marquis, a seasoned womanizer, immediately assumed Bailing was using Zhang Youyue's name to seduce him.

Although somewhat angry, Zhao Guangyi was instantly enveloped by the beautiful maid's fragrance, and his nose involuntarily moved closer to Bai Ling's barely concealed cleavage.

"Young Master, don't do this, you're so naughty!" Bai Ling coquettishly turned away, her high, firm breasts deliberately trembling.

Zhao Guangyi's breath indeed became hot. Just then, two figures appeared like ghosts, and a loud shout rang out, "You audacious adulterers, daring to commit such shameful acts in broad daylight! Unbelievable!"

In a single exchange, the young master was knocked to the ground by one of the masked men.

"Help—"

Bai Ling and the young master cried out in terror simultaneously.

The taller masked man brandished a dagger, the gleaming blade making a slashing motion across Bai Ling's face, instantly silencing her sweet voice.

The shorter masked man was far more brutal and direct than his companion, lifting the young master up and punching him in the stomach. The young master immediately curled up like a shrimp, unable to even scream.

The short, masked woman was none other than Xiao Linglong, the mastermind behind this elaborate scheme. A mocking glint flashed in her eyes as she tossed the young marquis onto the grass. She then pulled out a dagger, brandishing the blade and shouting, "You two adulterers must be punished! This great hero will castrate you today!"

A cold glint flashed, and the dagger aimed for the young marquis's groin. The blade then paused mid-air, and Xiao Linglong froze on the spot.

The young marquis had fainted from fright, clinging to life with barely a breath.

This…this…this was not how it was planned.

The little vixen's eyes darted around, and a plan instantly formed in her mind. She secretly used her magic to fix the young marquis's sitting posture, and then, following the pre-set steps, she changed the subject, saying, "You little brat, you still have some backbone. It seems you've only been seduced by a slut. You shake your head, not believing she's a slut? Fine, this great hero will make you admit defeat today!"

Little Linglong flew to Bailing like a whirlwind, her blade flashing as she opened the girl's collar, then slowly dragged the back of her blade across her breasts.

"You shameless woman, dressed so provocatively, and deliberately squeezing your breasts so big with cloth strips, are you deliberately trying to seduce men? Speak!"

Bailing trembled with shame and indignation, her hands and feet shaking with fear. Under the threat of the villain, she glanced fearfully at the young marquis, then gritted her teeth and denied, "I...I like him, it's mutual, not seduction, ah!"

A "slap" resounded, and a five-finger mark appeared on Bailing's left cheek. Xiao Linglong's eyes were fierce, but inwardly she was delighted; Bailing's reaction finally aligned with her plan.

"You shameless woman, you won't admit it? Fine, this great hero will give you a chance. If you can hold out, I'll let you go!"

"You...what do you want to do? No! Help!"

Bai Ling opened her mouth wide, but dared not scream. She could only watch as the tall, masked man's hands flew, ripping her clothes haphazardly. A few seconds later, the pretty maid's dress was rolled up around her waist, leaving her completely naked.

Her virgin breasts stood proudly in the moonlight, her beautiful legs tightly pressed together, but they couldn't stop Zhang Yang's fiery fingers.

With another slap, Xiao Linglong slapped Bai Ling's right cheek again, cursing viciously, "Don't scream! You slut, listen up, this great hero means what he says. As long as you don't beg us to do you, we'll let you go; but if you beg for mercy, you're begging us to—gang rape you!"

"Ugh..." Bai Ling was indeed a clever woman; the sound of crying and pleading reached her lips, but she bit her lower lip in time.

Xiao Linglong feigned disappointment and sighed, then commanded the stunned Zhang Yang, "Idiot, do it, play with her!"

Zhang Yang mechanically bent down, pinched Bai Ling's tiny, pea-sized nipple, and began to knead it without any skill.

"Ugh..."

Tears streamed down Bai Ling's face. Despite the humiliation, she couldn't help but steal glances at the young master sitting in the shadows.

"Idiot, all you do is use your hands, you're useless! Bite her breasts, bite them!"

Zhang Yang squeezed hard with his fingers, and the pretty maid's breast flesh peeked out from between his fingers. The bright red areola and tender nipple finally ignited the man's primal lust.

"Slurp..."

The sound of sucking echoed across the silent lake. Bai Ling felt a deep-seated panic. The girl gripped the grass tightly, suppressing her curses and pleas.

Bai Ling's nipple hardened and enlarged, but this was definitely not the result Xiao Linglong wanted.

"Idiot, that's not how you play with women! Let me handle this, get out of the way!"

Without realizing it, Xiao Linglong had grown fond of the new nickname "idiot." She grabbed Zhang Yang's arm and shoved him forcefully, clearly annoyed.

The action happened so suddenly that Zhang Yang hadn't even had time to release Bai Ling's nipple. With Xiao Linglong's push, a "snap" was heard, and the girl's breast was stretched into a long, cone-shaped shape. Only after being stretched to its limit did the nipple snap back forcefully.

The virgin's nipple trembled with inertia, blood already seeping from it. Another scream rose to her lips, but under the threat of gang rape, she used all her strength to turn her scream into a whimper.

Xiao Linglong watched her struggling prey with immense pleasure. With a flick of her wrist, a whip appeared in her hand.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The sharp lash of the whip left glaring welts on Bai Ling's breasts, abdomen, and thighs. Fortunately, Xiao Linglong's touch was precise, resulting in only superficial wounds.

"Hehe... you slut, does it feel good? Want me to fuck you?"

In this situation, how could Bai Ling feel pleasure? Instinctively, she braced herself on the ground, rolling and crawling, trying to dodge the whip.

Bai Ling was in great pain, while Zhang Yang's eyes gradually heated up. Watching the half-naked girl rolling around, his mind suddenly regained a sliver of clarity. He remembered the way Bai Ling usually looked at him, understanding the disdain and mockery in the arrogant girl's eyes. A surge of anger

rose in the man's heart, and he then recalled Bai Ling's seemingly reserved and elegant, yet actually seductive and provocative, expression when facing other young noblemen.

"Damn it, you hypocritical slut!"

A curse suddenly burst from Zhang Yang's mouth as he snatched the whip from Xiao Linglong's hand.

Zhang Silang possessed no spiritual power, but he seemed born to whip women. He lashed Bailing's underpants three times in succession, tearing the fabric apart. Then, with a flick of the whip, he plucked a lock of pubic hair, a perfect blend of lewdness and violence.

"Ugh!" Bailing's body convulsed repeatedly. Her virgin labia burned with a mixture of pain and tingling.

Xiao Linglong was slightly taken aback by Zhang Yang's performance, then squatted down in front of Bailing with a strange laugh, gently poking at the pretty maid's barely visible private parts with her finger.

"Hehe...you really are a slut; you idiot, whip her harder!"

At the little demoness's command, the man's whip instantly accelerated. With a flick of his wrist, a bloody welt stretched from Bailing's left buttock to her right thigh.

The next instant, the whistling whip sent the girl flying through the air, blood splattering everywhere.

"Ah! Help, young master, save me..." Nothing is more precious than life. The pretty maid screamed as she crawled towards the young master.

Xiao Linglong danced with excitement, while Zhang Yang's every pore was radiating joy. As the resentment in his heart continued to vent, his primordial spirit became increasingly clear, and the whip lashed out with increasingly skillful and stimulating force.

"Crack, crack..." The sound of the whipping was like a continuous melody.

"Don't hit me, help, waah... help me!"

Under the teasing of the whip and Xiao Linglong, Bai Ling, like a female dog, bent over, enduring the physical blows as she crawled to the young master.

With a "thud," the pretty maid's pleading hand barely touched him, and the young master's body immediately fell straight to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

Before Bailing could recover from her daze, the little demoness had already grabbed her head and slammed it to the ground, mercilessly mocking, "You slut, do you see? This is what happens when you try to climb the social ladder and become a phoenix; ptooey! A vain slut like you can only be a bitch."

"Waaah... I know I was wrong, hero, spare me, I don't want to die, waaah..." Bailing was finally terrified, clinging to Xiaolinglong's leg, begging desperately.

"Die?! This hero never kills. Your rich husband isn't dead, he's just too cowardly and fainted from fright."

The little demoness hooked her prey's chin, becoming even more wicked, "Our agreement is still valid. You really want to beg for mercy? Then we'll have to—gang rape you!"

"No, no!"

"That's right, you idiot, keep hitting her, make her crawl three times on this grass, properly discipline this little slut."

The sadistic training began again, the tender green grass being ravaged again and again.

The hot breath ruffled Zhang Yang's face mask, and with a series of "slap, slap" sounds, the long whip struck with varying degrees of force.

When struck hard, it made the pretty maid's buttocks bleed; when struck lightly, it hit either the girl's breasts or the virgin's labia, the force even more subtle than Xiao Linglong's control.

"Ah..."

Bai Ling was already dizzy with pain, but her private parts were becoming increasingly itchy. After crawling around the grass three times, seeing the tall, masked man about to swing the whip again, her last shred of hope vanished.

"Stop hitting me, you two heroes, I'm a slut, waah... I am, please, let me go, I can't take it anymore, waah... waah..."

The prey was thus violently subdued, but Xiao Linglong's playful mood wasn't over yet, and she and Zhang Yang could never truly rape Bai Ling.

[Episode 1: The Birth of the Evil Artifact] Chapter 5: Dark Lust

A playful glint in her eyes, and suddenly, Xiao Linglong's hands radiated light.

In an instant, ropes formed from spiritual energy wrapped around Bai Ling's entire body. The pretty maid's legs were bent and bound into an "M" shape, while her wrists were tied behind her back to her ankles. She lay face up in the middle of the grass, her swollen nipples facing the crescent moon in the sky, weeping pitifully.

Xiao Linglong wanted Zhang Yang to suck Bai Ling's labia, yet she didn't want Bai Ling to experience pleasure. Torn by this contradiction, she hesitated for a moment, then suddenly tapped Zhang Yang's waist twice.

The crescent moon in the sky trembled, its excited light involuntarily shining upon the man's crotch.

It had grown, it had become longer—the "yin man's" penis had awakened!

With a whoosh, Zhang Yang's penis slammed heavily against his own lower abdomen, producing a violent sound, as if releasing a long-suppressed roar.

The demoness seemed oblivious to feminine shame, her eyes fixed on Zhang Yang's enormous member, laughing gleefully, "Go, use that thing of yours, put it in her mouth."

"Mmm…"

Zhang Yang thrust his hips, his penis pressing against Bai Ling's lips, a strong masculine scent filling the girl's nostrils.

In extreme terror, Bai Ling couldn't help but clench her lips tightly, her face shaking wildly.

"You slut, still pretending to be chaste, ptooey!"

Seeing Zhang Yang's failed attempts, the little demoness, enraged, gripped Bai Ling's teeth and shouted more excitedly than a man, "Insert it! Hurry up and put it in!"

Zhang Yang, breathing heavily, followed the little demoness's command, aiming at Bai Ling's cherry-like mouth, thrusting forward, and inserting himself into the pretty maid's jade lips.

"No, ahh... mmm..."

Bai Ling struggled even more violently. In the eyes of the virgin girl, a man's member was so strange, ugly, and terrifying. When the glans of his penis pressed against her fragrant tongue, she had her first thought of death.

"Plop plop..."

The little demoness locked her prey's teeth, while Zhang Yang held the beautiful girl's head, thrusting tirelessly.

"Ah..."

Although Zhang Silang was in a puppet state, his subconscious reacted in ways he had never experienced before: moans of pleasure roared not only in his throat but also throughout his entire body.

"Ah, this is the pleasure of men and women, this is the joy of fish and water, oh... this is what a man should be like!"

Compared to the man's extraordinary excitement, Bailing felt the normal sensation of being violated, her eyes were filled with tears, and her heart was bleeding.

The evil thing emitted a strong smell, directly stimulating her taste buds. That ugly penis was inserted into her throat again and again, ruthlessly and cruelly plundering her girlish chastity.

At the same time, Zhang Yang's palms kept grabbing and kneading Bailing's breasts, and Xiao Linglong was not idle either. Her ten fingers playedfully messed around on Bailing's vulva. Before she knew it, Bailing's private parts were covered in mud, and her labia were unknowingly engorged and swollen.

A quarter of an hour passed in the midst of the lewdness and torture. The smell of Zhang Yang's penis became even stronger, but Bailing's nausea gradually disappeared. As a slight itch rose in her womb, she suddenly had an impulse.

Under the impulse, the pretty maid's tongue trembled, and she half-heartedly licked the glans.

"Ugh!"

The lick was barely perceptible, but Zhang Yang's desire was struck as if by a thunderbolt. The man's waist trembled, and his penis became even harder. At the same time, a tingling sensation ran down his spine.

"Ew, this slut's...down there is so wet!"

Xiao Linglong glanced down unintentionally and saw Bai Ling's swollen flower path glistening with spring water, the slippery liquid spraying all over her hand.

Surprise made the little vixen's eyes widen. She was actually a virgin herself, how could she understand the strangeness of desire?

In her confusion, Xiao Linglong couldn't help but curse, and then wiped Bai Ling's body with her wet hand: unintentionally, she added another scene to the lewd scene.

Bai Ling's nipples were more moist, and her lower abdomen, thighs, and buttocks were also glistening with moisture. Xiao Linglong wanted to continue wiping, but Zhang Yang let out an unusual muffled roar.

Zhang Silang's facial features instantly twisted sharply, and he thrust his penis wildly.

Oh no! Zhang Yang's essence is about to leak out! That won't do, it'll ruin everything! Ah, how could he automatically release his essence?

The little vixen, who had gone too far, instantly turned pale and hurriedly tapped Zhang Yang's lower abdomen several times with her fingers, but her usually effective technique failed this time.

"Idiot, don't move! Stop, stop right now!"

In a panic, Xiao Linglong kicked Bai Ling away and grabbed Zhang Yang's wet penis tightly with both hands, but she couldn't stop the gushing, fiery male essence.

"Roar—"

Zhang Yang roared to the sky, his penis shuddering, miraculously shaking off the little vixen's hand.

At the critical moment, the ethereal Jing Qingtian descended from the sky, her jade lips parting, and she swiftly took the raging man's glans into her mouth.

The pure and innocent virgin yin energy instantly "froze" the penis, forcing the yang essence rushing to the glans to flow back rapidly.

"Ah—"

Ejaculation is the most wonderful sensation in the world, but the backflow of semen is definitely a torturous torture.

In an instant, Zhang Yang let out a miserable scream, his eyes wide with anger, and he went straight to unconsciousness, while his penis remained hard and hot.

Zi Ling Yu Nu continued to kneel between Zhang Yang's legs, her flawless jade face filled with a solemn expression. Her jade lips were wide open to the limit, and she struggled to "swallow" the shameful thing.

With a "slurp," Zi Ling Yu Nu, whom all the heroes of the world had longed for, sucked on Zhang Si Lang's penis with graceful and holy movements. Her jade mouth moved inch by inch until it was completely swallowed.

"Wow, senior sister, you can swallow something this long, that's amazing!" Xiao Linglong recovered from her panic and her true nature immediately came out.

With a "pop," Jing Qingtian released the now calmed penis and then slapped her audacious junior sister hard across the face.

"Little Linglong, this slap was for your master. Do you know what you just did?"

"I..."

Little Linglong knew she was in the wrong, but she couldn't stand the slap. She jumped up and retorted arrogantly, "Jing Qingtian, don't think you're so great just because you're your master's illegitimate daughter. I won't fall for that. If you want to fight, come on!"

A small flying sword caught the girl's figure. A flash of light appeared in the void, and the ordinary Xiao Mei instantly transformed into another person. Although she was still petite, she was exquisite and graceful, and her jade-like face exuded a charming aura.

Seeing her murderous junior sister, Jing Qingtian's anger vanished in an instant. She exclaimed in surprise, "You're still practicing evil techniques?"

"Hehe... Wasn't that your tenth birthday present to me? How could I refuse my dear senior sister's feelings?"

Little Linglong's clothes rippled, and her alluring light grew stronger and more captivating. Her small breasts seemed to have grown larger as well.

Remorseful, Jing Qingtian lowered her head and sighed deeply, "So you still hate me. Back then, I didn't know it was the Secret Manual of the Dust Absorbing Valley; I only thought it was a peerless technique treasured by our master. Junior sister, listen to my advice, don't practice it anymore. It will bring you trouble."

"Trouble? Hehe... My spiritual power is among the best in the sect: Jing Qingtian, release your flying sword, let's have a contest today and see who is more qualified to be the 'Purple Spirit Jade Maiden'!"

The little demon girl rose into the air on her sword, her clothes fluttering and her hair flowing. The moonlight in the sky was still beautiful, but it was overshadowed by the little exquisite girl at this moment.

Before Jing Qingtian could even nod in agreement, Xiao Linglong had already spun rapidly through the air, two beams of light shooting out, their killing intent palpable, as if they were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Zi Lingyu's expression shifted slightly; her sleeves billowed, and spiritual energy conjured a shield of light, blocking her junior sister's arrow of spiritual power.

Although she didn't want to fight her fellow disciples, her cultivation intuition told her—she had no choice but to fight, otherwise her junior sister's inner demons would surely spiral out of control.

"Junior sister, be careful, take my Heavenly Thunder Sword!"

A thunderclap accompanied Jing Qingtian's voice; the Purple Thunder Mountain's signature technique was indeed extraordinary.

"Hehe…Senior sister, I can do that too." Jing Qingtian's earnestness elicited laughter from Xiao Linglong, who also unleashed her Heavenly Thunder Sword Qi.

Thunder roared, sword energy crisscrossed, and the lake water exploded and churned intermittently.

Just as the two women were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle, a phantom suddenly appeared, grabbing Zhang Yang and flying away.

"Junior sister, give me your hand!"

A sudden change occurred; both women's expressions changed drastically. Seeing the shadowy figure about to kidnap Zhang Yang, Jing Qingtian grabbed her junior sister's wrist and threw her into the air with all her might.

"You bastard, you dare steal my things!" In this short distance, Xiao Linglong's figure was faster than a flying sword, instantly appearing behind the shadowy figure.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing shattered the tranquility of Yinzhou Lake. Another shadowy figure leaped out from the side, catching Xiao Linglong's sword energy in mid-air.

The next instant, Jing Qingtian flew out from behind her junior sister. Although she injured the second enemy, she was attacked from both sides by a third and fourth mysterious enemy.

Moments later, the two sisters defeated their opponents simultaneously, but the shadowy figure that had kidnapped Zhang Yang had vanished.

Searching in the dark was undoubtedly like finding a needle in a haystack. Just when Jing Qingtian and Xiao Linglong were feeling hopeless, an unexpected glimmer of hope appeared.

The masked enemy actually ran back, and was immediately pierced through the vest by four girls in white dresses. Zhang Yang flew back into Jing Qingtian's arms like a sandbag.

"Ah, Four Spirit Sword Maidens, what brings you here?"

Compared to Xiao Linglong's slightly uncomfortable surprise, Jing Qingtian looked delighted and asked softly, "Four junior sisters, did Master order you to come down the mountain?"

The Four Spirit Sword Maidens bowed in unison. Tian Lingnu recited the instructions of Master Zilei, and then asked with some curiosity, "Senior Sister, is he... the Supreme Yin Primordial Spirit?"

Tian Lingnu's voice was a little shy, and her gaze looked to the side. Jing Qingtian looked down and realized that the man in her arms was naked, and there was also a naked girl lying on the grass.

"Four junior sisters, don't be suspicious. This is Master's decree. Xiao Linglong and I are tempering his Yin Fire."

A blush quickly crept onto Jing Qingtian's cheeks. She swiftly pulled Zhang Yang's pants on, then forcefully changed the subject, saying, "Master is indeed a prophet. Fortunately, you junior sisters arrived in time: quickly send a message back to the mountain, things have changed, we need to act ahead of schedule."

After the false alarm, Xiao Linglong sent Zhao Guangyi, who had lost part of his memory, back to the Marquis's mansion. The Four Spirit Sword Maidens smoothly entered the Duke's mansion, enjoying the treatment of VIPs.

In the early morning, a ray of mischievous sunlight peeked into the room, jumping around on Zhang Yang's eyelids.

Zhang Yang woke up, his lazy monotone instantly turning into a muffled groan. As soon as he moved his hands and feet, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, feeling as if his whole body was falling apart.

The Fourth Young Master is sick, and he's sick before the full moon!

This is terrible! The entire Duke's mansion is in a panic. Whether it's direct relatives or collateral branches, a large group of ladies and young ladies flocked to the scene.

The once tranquil convalescent courtyard was now bustling with people, leaving Xiao Mei, the mastermind behind it all, exhausted and cursing under her breath.

The fourth young master, bedridden, wasn't having an easy time either. Dealing with the distant women from the collateral branches was easy, and he could remain calm even in front of the matriarch, but his concubines stood unusually close.

"Ugh!"

The alluring fragrance of three middle-aged beauties swirled around Zhang Yang, their swollen breasts swaying before his eyes. The blood in his veins began to surge again, and the cramps in his lower abdomen suddenly intensified.

"Fourth Master, where does it hurt? Tell your concubines quickly." The

second and fourth wives simultaneously bent down to show concern, while the first wife carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It's nothing, I'm fine, much better."

The first wife's milky fragrance filled his nostrils, and the second and fourth wives' breasts were pressing against his arms. In this blissful moment, Zhang Yang almost cried out.

For the first time, the old woman was without Bai Ling's attendant. Leaning on her cane, she urgently ordered, "Send a message to Second Madam's family, requesting the divine physician in-laws to come personally to treat Fourth Young Master's illness. Go quickly!"

Jing Qingtian passed by the maid who was running out, gently comforting her, "Old woman, don't worry. Although Fourth Young Master's strange illness has worsened, fortunately, our four junior sisters brought a message from Master: the hundred herbs and immortal medicines have been gathered, and we can refine the elixir soon."

Zi Ling Yu Nu skillfully pulled the beautiful women apart slightly, then placed her palm on Zhang Yang's chest. After a moment of flashing spiritual energy, Zhang Yang's pain indeed disappeared, and he peacefully fell asleep.

Time flew by, and Zhang Si Lang had been lying in bed for over ten days.

On this day, he walked out of the courtyard gate in high spirits, only to be stopped by the three ladies.

"Si Lang, listen to me, go back to your room and lie down. Don't worry the old lady."

"Ah!" Zhang Yang looked up at the sky, only then realizing that it was already the fifteenth of the month. Alas, he was going to have another attack tonight!

No matter how unwilling the women of the Duke's mansion were, the moon still came out, and it was round and bright.

As always, Zhang Si Lang trembled with fear in his strange dreams, and his lust soared in his erotic dreams.

"This idiot, he really does go crazy on time!"

Xiao Linglong, who had transformed into Xiao Mei, couldn't understand Zhang Yang's strange illness, nor was she interested in understanding it. She pressed her finger heavily on Zhang Yang's lower abdomen, easily suppressing the swelling of the man's penis.

A while later, Zhang Yang was awakened by the nightmare as expected. His eyes, which had undergone internal changes, had just opened when he was immediately enveloped by the murderous aura in Xiao Linglong's eyes.

"You...who are you? Don't come any closer, I'm going to...call the police, don't come any closer, I'm really going to call the police." Zhang Yang habitually reached for the headboard, but only touched an antique teacup. Moreover, he miscalculated and fell off the bed.

"Ugh... How did the phone turn into a teacup?!"

Before losing consciousness again, he kept thinking about this strange question.

"Hehe... This is so funny, this idiot is getting more and more interesting: Senior Sister, what kind of magical artifact is a 'telephone'? He even wants to 'hug a well,' isn't he afraid of dying while hugging a well?"

Jing Qingtian wanted to laugh too, but she couldn't. "Junior Sister, stop fooling around, be careful the people outside can hear us."

At the gate of the courtyard, all the people from the Zhang family were guarding there, listening to Zhang Yang's groans, which were sometimes loud and sometimes soft, and everyone was very worried.

Finally, the dawn broke through the sky, but Zhang Yang did not wake up as usual.

With an unprecedentedly solemn expression, Jing Qingtian stood in front of the old lady and said in a deep voice, "Fourth Brother's condition is more serious than we thought. I'm afraid we won't be able to wait until Master brings the medicine."

The old lady's body went limp on the spot. The second and fourth ladies were equally pale. The first lady was slightly better, grabbing Jing Qingtian's wrist and saying urgently, "Miss Jing, you are the Grand Preceptor's eldest disciple, you must still have a way, right? Save Silang, he is the apple of the old master's eye, he can't be harmed!"

"Don't worry, First Lady, although my cultivation is insufficient, my master's magic is boundless. We can take the initiative to send Silang up the mountain: if we calculate the date, it will be just in time for the day the elixir is produced."

"Good, good! Someone, prepare the carriage, send the fourth young master to the immortal mountain, notify the city garrison, and immediately send a team of elite soldiers to escort him."

Xiao Mei, who was serving nearby, couldn't help but want to stop them when she heard that soldiers would be accompanying them, but Jing Qingtian quietly shook her sleeve, and a gust of cold wind entered her mouth.

The Duke's Mansion had given the order, and the Yinzhou city garrison practically jumped out of bed barefoot. A team of a thousand elite cavalrymen quickly assembled outside the city, escorting the Duke's Mansion's carriage at breakneck speed.

Three days later, on a mountain peak a few miles from the official road, the Valley Master of Dust-Absorbing Valley gazed at the billowing dust and laughed heartily, "A few juniors and a thousand mortal soldiers, and you think you can bring treasures up the mountain like this? It seems that True Person Purple Thunder is getting more and more foolish."

"Valley Master is wise! Our Dust-Absorbing Valley will surely shake the world!"

A group of evil disciples knelt in unison, making Miao Ji's figure even more charming and alluring.

After enjoying the wonderful compliments, Miao Ji said to the equally enchanting Mei Ji, "Junior Sister, you will lead the team. I will wait here for your good news: I don't want people to say that I am bullying the younger generation, hehe..."

"Boom..."

The sound of the army's galloping hooves was enough to shake the earth. In addition to a thousand elite soldiers, there were more than a dozen retainers from the Duke's mansion closely following the carriages.

"Whoosh—"

A sharp arrow conjured by magical power suddenly appeared in the air, lightning-fast revealing the bloody scene.

As the arrows passed, screams echoed endlessly until a dozen soldiers were pierced through the heart by a single arrow, at which point the spiritual energy arrows scattered into specks of light.

After the arrows, the sky instantly darkened, and a massive rain of arrows swept across the heavens, offering no protection whatsoever to mortal shields.

For cultivators to deal with mortal soldiers was like cutting melons and vegetables; the thousands of soldiers were decimated in moments.

The Duke's retainers, however, possessed some skill; their swords flashed with the aura of top-tier mortal masters. They roared as they blocked the first wave of arrows, then turned their horses and galloped away, protecting their carriage.

"Hehe... Heroes, don't rush, stay and play with me."

A lewd laugh echoed through the air as the alluring concubine descended from the sky, her half-naked breasts jiggling slightly, causing even the dozen or so warhorses to rear up involuntarily, their nostrils flaring with hot breath.

Although the Duke's retainers quickly steadied their horses, several unorthodox female disciples leaped into the air and easily tackled them to the ground.

"Disciples, there's food to eat, don't waste it, eat to your heart's content. Hehe..."

Mei Ji laughed merrily, while the little demon girls waved their arms: in a moment, they were riding on the retainers, violently bobbing and swaying.

Mei Ji walked through the swarms of fleshy worms and came to the carriage door alone, mocking, "Little girls from Purple Thunder Mountain, come out, I've already sensed your presence."

The carriage curtain fluttered slightly in the wind, but there was no movement inside.

"Little girls, come out!"

After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no movement from inside the carriage. Mei Ji's eyes filled with a bad premonition, and she struck the carriage door heavily from a distance.

With a bang, the carriage door shattered into pieces, but the carriage was empty. Only a talisman floated slowly in front of Mei Ji's eyes, as if mocking the woman who had fallen into the trap.

"You little slut!"

Mei Ji roared as she leaped into the air, sending the carriage and its eight warhorses flying ten feet away.

An hour later, Mei Ji stood before her senior sister with a hint of unease.

Miao Ji glanced at her junior sister, causing Mei Ji's expression to change slightly, before suddenly bursting into laughter.

"Junior sister, don't worry. I already knew the Yin Yuanling wasn't in the carriage. Old man Zi Lei's disciple wouldn't be that stupid."

"Ah, so senior sister really means to let them up the mountain?"

"Yes, not only let them up, but let them up naturally, hehe..."

Miao Ji's laughter became even more triumphant, and a little ruthless. She subconsciously lowered her voice and said, "If old man Zi Lei wants to refine the 'Yin Yuan Dan,' he will definitely need to use the Xuan Ling Cauldron. As long as we can seize the opportunity, not to mention the Yin Yuan Dan, even that ancient magic weapon will be in my pocket, hehe..."

"Senior sister, are you going to launch a full-scale attack on Zi Lei Mountain?"

Mei Ji's plump face revealed a hint of fear. Although she and Miao Ji were both experts at the Lesser Void Realm, they were still far inferior to Zi Lei Mountain.

"Hehe... Junior Sister, how could the experts guarding Leifeng Pagoda know about what that old man Zi Lei did? He would definitely choose a secluded place, and this place just happens to be one I know."

At this point, Miao Ji sighed playfully again, "Qing Yin is so good to us. Even in death, she can be of great use. Junior Sister, let's go. If things succeed, I won't treat you unfairly."

The two bewitching women laughed in unison, then rode their swords into the air, swaying their ample breasts and buttocks, flying towards Zi Lei Mountain.

[Episode 1: The Birth of an Evil Artifact] Chapter 6: Cause and Effect

While the Yinzhou army was being brutally slaughtered, the real Duke's carriage was speeding through the mountains and forests. Several talismans transformed the fine steed into a magnificent horse, its hooves seemingly flying close to the ground; when the wheels encountered difficult terrain, the Four Spirit Sword Maidens abandoned their celestial maiden forms and volunteered to act as laborers, driving the carriage over mountains and rivers.

Midway through the journey, Zhang Yang slowly regained consciousness. After learning the situation from Jing Qingtian, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Why is Xiao Mei here too? Is she also going to Daoshan?"

"Fourth Young Master, do you think I'm not good enough, or are you just being chivalrous?" Xiao Linglong sat on the carriage shaft, enthusiastically wielding her long whip.

Whether it was her aura or the sound of the whip, Zhang Yang's heartstrings twitched, and a strange sense of familiarity arose. In a daze, he seemed to see a naked girl crawling on the ground, while he was lewdly whipping her.

Success was within reach, but Jing Qingtian felt little joy. She secretly gave Xiao Linglong a look, then softly said to Zhang Yang, "Fourth Brother, you're weak, try to talk less and rest more; we'll be at Zilei Mountain soon!"

"That's right, if we don't rest now, we won't be able to rest when we get to the mountain." Xiao Linglong completely disregarded her senior sister's warning, whipping the horse while glancing back at Zhang Fourth Brother with a mocking look.

Zhang Yang, still somewhat dazed, didn't grasp the implied meaning. Mentioning Zi Lei Mountain, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Qing Tian, what kind of otherworldly mountain is Zi Lei Mountain? Could you tell me about it? So I won't be impolite when I visit."

Zi Ling Yu Nu suppressed her inexplicable thoughts and smiled, replying, "Although Zi Lei Mountain is one of the Ten Great Daoist Mountains, it doesn't have many rules. Fourth Brother, just relax."

Xiao Linglong, never one to be left out, abruptly chimed in, "Twenty years ago, Zi Lei Mountain was called Wan Yu Palace, inhabited by thirteen demonesses. After the 'Demon Extermination War,' the ten sect leaders, to prevent the Wan Yu demonesses from rising again, forced Zi Lei Zhenren to establish a sect on the mountain. Yi Yuan Sheng Jun even gifted the Xuan Ling Cauldron to Zi Lei Zhenren, which is how the Zi Lei Daoist Mountain came to be."

Jing Qingtian's face darkened, wanting to stop Xiaomei's antics, but Zhang Yang listened with great interest, sitting up straight and asking, "Why would the ten major sects join forces to attack a few women? Are they that powerful?"

"There's a lot you don't know!" The carriage sped onto a flat path, and Xiaomei retracted her whip, turning to face Zhang Yang. Ignoring Jing Qingtian's attempts to stop her, she began to tell a story with great enthusiasm.

Thirty years ago, a woman of unparalleled talent appeared in the cultivation world: Wan Mudan. At a young age, her spiritual power reached the Taixu realm, and she was infinitely close to the highest dream of cultivators—the Primordial Chaos, immortality! Such a genius was abandoned by a heartless man, and in a fit of rage, Wan Mudan killed him. From then on, she called herself "The Demoness of Ten Thousand Desires," and dedicated herself to being an enemy of unfaithful men, killing them without hesitation, regardless of their background.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang suddenly had a strange feeling. He was particularly interested in the Myriad Desires Demoness and couldn't help but interject, "This isn't even a major crime, so why did the ten major sects join forces against her?"

Jing Qingtian was speechless, while Xiao Linglong's little face hardened, and she said righteously, "The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. What's the point of logic? You idiot, if you want to hear it, don't interrupt."

Xiao Linglong, like countless moonlit nights, glared at her master without any manners; while Zhang Yang was captivated by the legend and didn't react for a moment. As Xiao Linglong's clear voice echoed, Zhang Yang seemed to see twelve women who all hated men walking together with the Myriad Desires Demoness.

A few years after the Myriad Desires Palace was established, it was suddenly besieged by the ten major righteous sects. Finally, the Yuan Saint Lord descended from the sky and used the Xuanling Cauldron to destroy the thirteen demonesses.

Xiao Linglong said mysteriously, "I heard that the Demoness of Ten Thousand Desires didn't truly vanish; her primordial spirit is still suppressed in the Leifeng Pagoda atop our Purple Thunder Mountain. Also, before her physical body was destroyed, she swore to—return to the mortal realm and kill all the unfaithful men in the world!"

"Kill all the unfaithful men in the world, ah, your Purple Thunder Mountain? Xiao Mei, who exactly are you?" Zhang Yang subconsciously repeated the Demoness of Ten Thousand Desires' terrifying oath, then his expression changed, finally realizing the oddity.

"Senior Sister, the mystery should be revealed now. I don't want to continue serving this fool. Hehe..." Xiao Linglong was particularly happy that she could upset Jing Qingtian. She immediately shrugged her shoulders, instantly transforming back into a beautiful young woman with delicate features, her crescent-shaped eyes sparkling, especially captivating.

"Fourth Brother, I'm sorry, I had no choice!" The Purple Spirit Jade Maiden sighed deeply. As anger flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes, she pointed a finger, causing him to forget the pain of reality in his unconscious state.

The wind rose and the clouds fell, the moon hid and the sun rose.

Ten days later, the carriage, concealed by Taoist magic, secretly entered the back mountain of Zi Lei. After passing a waterfall, it entered a chilling cave.

The cave was divided into two sections, an outer one vast and an inner one deep and cold. At the end of the inner cave, a beautiful woman in palace attire lay quietly on a thousand-year-old ice bed. Zi Lei Zhenren sat cross-legged before the ice bed, his beard and hair frosted white, yet he refused to use his spiritual power to resist. The

Four Spirit Sword Maidens and Xiao Linglong automatically stood at the entrance of the outer cave. Jing Qingtian walked around the corner alone to the ice bed. Although she addressed him as "Master," her eyes were filled with familial affection.

"Disciple, I'm sorry to trouble you. Please pay your respects to... Master's wife first!" The word "daughter" was already on her lips, but Zi Lei Zhenren had to change his address.

As the leader of a righteous sect, how could he secretly have an affair with a vixen from an evil sect, let alone father a daughter out of wedlock? Aside from Xiao Linglong knowing the truth for special reasons, Jing Qingtian's identity was absolutely a secret.

"Master, Senior Sister, it's about time. Let's perform the ritual. Where's the Xuanling Cauldron?" Xiao Linglong giggled as she entered the inner cave, tossing the unconscious Zhang Yang at her master's feet.

Upon seeing Zhang Yang, True Person Zi Lei's face flushed with excitement. He then flicked his wrist and sleeve, roaring, "The righteous laws of heaven and earth, the Xuanling Cauldron to slay evil, appear!" With a shout, an ancient cauldron the size of a fist appeared above True Person Zi Lei's head. With a surge of spiritual energy, the cauldron landed, the cave trembled, and the ancient artifact instantly transformed into a colossal object over ten feet tall!

"Wow, Master, you really brought the Xuanling Cauldron! What's that thing at the mountain's array eye?"

The entire Purple Thunder Mountain was used to Little Linglong's lack of manners. Purple Thunder True Man was circulating his spiritual energy, and Jing Qingtian chuckled in response, "Ancient magical artifacts are like people. As long as the artifact's spirit leaves within twelve hours, it won't affect the array's power."

"Qingtian, you and Little Linglong go outside the cave to guard it. No one is allowed to enter until the time is up; Four Spirit Sword Maidens, lend your master a hand!"

The Taoist cauldron's three legs trembled, and the lid opened automatically as if it had a life of its own. Purple Thunder True Man pointed a finger, and Zhang Yang was sucked into the ancient cauldron. The next instant, the True Fire of the Void flew from Purple Thunder True Man's fingertip, like a fiery snake, rapidly circling the Xuanling Cauldron.

Purple Thunder True Man wished he could immediately refine the Supreme Yin Essence into an unparalleled elixir, but after only half an hour, he showed signs of exhaustion and had to sit cross-legged in meditation.

The Four Spirit Sword Maidens had spent years perfecting their formation for this moment. Although they were only at the Spirit Void Realm, their special techniques allowed them to draw upon their master's true fire, giving True Person Purple Thunder space to breathe and regulate his energy.

Time passed leisurely, and True Person Purple Thunder and his four female disciples grew increasingly weary. Meanwhile, Zhang Yang inside the Profound Spirit Cauldron was also changing. From the moment he was thrown into the cauldron, Zhang Yang's body was unconscious, but his soul sensed an extremely dangerous aura.

In a daze, he frantically fled forward. Just as he was about to be caught by the Tai Xu Flame, he gritted his teeth and leaped into the air. Immediately afterward, he heard a burst of laughter: "Hey buddy, your ancient costume is really stylish. Where did you buy it? Show us!"

Zhang Yang's eyes widened in surprise. Sneakers, streetlights, highways, buildings... everything distant yet familiar rushed towards him. Ah, back to my own world, hehe…

The laughter of a group of street dancers interrupted Zhang Yang's thoughts. He fell to the ground, flipped over, and jumped up. Before he could even steady himself, the strange flames suddenly reappeared. The flames, like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, instantly devoured everything around Zhang Yang. He screamed and ran for his life. Suddenly, the ground ahead split open, forcing him to leap again involuntarily.

With a "bang," Zhang Yang landed on a cloud-shrouded mountain.

This time, the strange fire didn't appear. Instead, a fairy-like beauty in ancient costume appeared.

Just as the gasp of amazement escaped his throat, the "fairy" suddenly transformed into a demoness. Her voluptuous breasts burst forth from her clothes, standing proudly in the sunlight, radiating a dazzling white light.

"Ugh…" The boy's heart pounded a hundred times faster. The demoness's beautiful breasts not only filled his vision, but her pink nipples flew straight towards his lips. Zhang Yang couldn't dodge, nor did he want to. Instinctively, he opened his mouth wide and recklessly bit into the swaying breasts.

The next instant, Zhang Yang passed right through the beauty's body. When he recovered from his daze, he saw the demoness's nipples glow, and two laser-like rays shot out, blasting a man dressed in ancient attire into a cloud of blood mist.

"My god! This...this is..."

Before Zhang Yang could react, another half-naked fairy passed through him, creating another cloud of blood mist; then a third, a fourth...thirteen stunningly beautiful women appeared in succession, enough to make women jealous and men's noses bleed.

Zhang Yang couldn't tell if he was a hallucination or if these beauties were hallucinations. Just then, a young man dressed in modern casual clothes suddenly came into his view.

"Huh, isn't that me?" Watching himself scrambling to avoid the flashing swords, Zhang Yang subconsciously touched the brocade robe he was wearing, then suddenly realized: "Oh, I'm dreaming, dreaming again, sigh!"

Watching the powerful cultivators flying overhead, Zhang Yang inadvertently regained memories of every full moon night, including the countless recurring dreams.

In Zhang Yang's mind, this battle of cultivators was like an old movie, exactly as he had dreamt. The only thing he was looking forward to was the scene of a beautiful woman playing the zither on her nipples.

Finally, the powerful ancient cauldron appeared, its golden light turning Zhang Yang's erotic dream into a nightmare. As the golden light contracted, Zhang Yang and another "self" were simultaneously sucked in. Inside the magical artifact, the Zhang Yang in ancient attire was unharmed, but the one in modern clothes instantly turned to dust, leaving only his soul about to dissipate.

At this critical moment, thirteen stunningly beautiful women suddenly appeared out of thin air, their naked, sexy bodies swirling around him.

"Young brother, we'll help half your soul escape from here and reincarnate; remember, to retrieve your other half, you must smash this broken cauldron!"

Zhang Yang, dressed in ancient attire, watched as his modern self split in two. One half of his soul was sucked into the ancient cauldron, while the other drifted away with the wind, ultimately becoming Zhang Silang—a being with only half a soul.

"Ah!" Zhang Yang felt a slight pain between his brows. In that instant, he understood everything, completely comprehending the cause and effect.

He was a modern human from Earth. At the moment the doomsday prophecy threatened to destroy humanity, he was fortunate enough to traverse space and arrive in this different Han Dynasty, only to be unfortunate enough to become a lost soul in a sectarian conflict.

'Sigh, I'm going to be killed by this broken antique again!' Zhang Yang sighed dejectedly.

The world spun, and he suddenly returned to reality. His consciousness returned to his body, and before he could even open his eyes, a sharp pain filled every inch of his body. Amidst a bloodcurdling scream, Zhang Yang's body stood frozen, his primordial spirit flying out from the top of his head, heading straight for the True Fire of the Void. "Bang!" In that life-or-death moment, a beam of white light shot out from the cauldron wall, colliding mid-flight with the bead formed from Zhang Yang's soul.

Inside the cave, the weary True Man of Purple Thunder wore a look of pure joy; he clearly sensed the formation of the "Supreme Yin Yuan Dan."

'Huh, how can there be two primordial spirits? No, impossible!' Two consecutive 'no's' echoed in the True Man of Purple Thunder's mind, and a sense of foreboding instantly dispelled his joy.

Before the weary True Man of Purple Thunder could investigate further, the sounds of wind and thunder clashing suddenly echoed from the outer cave. A few blinks later, Jing Qingtian and Xiao Linglong simultaneously let out a muffled groan, being knocked into the cave.

Without even looking, Master Zi Lei sensed the familiar evil aura. He leaped to his feet and shouted coldly, "Miao Ji, Mei Ji, with your cultivation levels, how dare you act so presumptuously at Zi Lei Mountain? Get out!" "

Brother Zi Lei, putting on airs is not the way of your righteous path; are you tired? Would you like me to give you a massage to relax?"

Miao Ji swayed her serpentine waist, greedily glancing at the Xuanling Cauldron. Then, with a flick of her finger, a wisp of Tai Xu True Fire emerged. Although much smaller than Master Zi Lei's flame, it was genuine. She couldn't help but laugh smugly, "Brother Zi Lei, I recently comprehended the Tai Xu entry level. Please give me your guidance. Hehe..."

Master Zi Lei inwardly felt a sense of foreboding. Just as he was hesitating whether to warn his disciples at the mountaintop, Xiao Linglong suddenly made her move.

"Bah! You witch, take this!" Xiao Linglong threw her flying sword first, then spoke, and at the very moment her enemy laughed the loudest; Mei Ji had a lock of her hair sliced off, and in a fit of rage, the wicked witch lunged viciously at Xiao Linglong.

Miao Ji unexpectedly reached out and stopped her junior sister, then looked at Xiao Linglong with a smile and said, "You little girl, you're really ruthless! What's your name? Tell me, maybe we're even related!"

"Bah! How dare a witch like you presume to be worthy of me? Die!" Having succeeded with her first move, Xiao Linglong's courage grew even stronger. Without waiting for her master's order, she released her flying sword a second time and boldly closed in to attack Miao Ji.

With a clang, Jing Qingtian also drew her flying sword, and together with her junior sister, they charged towards the two witches side by side.

Just as the sounds of fighting were about to erupt, an unimaginable accident occurred: the Xuanling Cauldron suddenly rose into the air on its own, violently shaking in mid-air, its size fluctuating wildly.

"Whoosh..." Everyone heard a mournful cry from the cauldron's spirit, followed by a deafening explosion. The Xuanling Cauldron—an ancient magical artifact—had exploded, turning into a cloud of smoke that obscured everyone's view.

What happened? Ah! A deathly silence fell over the hidden cave, time stretching out infinitely.

"Whoosh..." After what seemed like an eternity, the billowing smoke spun wildly in the air, faster and faster, smaller and smaller, until finally, with a "whoosh," it entered the mouth of a young man.

The gale vanished, the smoke disappeared, even everyone's breathing stopped, and the entire cave was shrouded in deathly silence.

Good heavens! Someone actually swallowed the spirit of a magical artifact! Magical artifacts have always absorbed people; never has anyone seen a person absorb a magical artifact! This guy is definitely the first person in history to do so!

"Four...Fourth Brother, you...you're still alive?"

Jing Qingtian's scream brought time back to normal. Zi Lingyu's lips trembled, her beautiful eyes bulging with excitement. Even she herself couldn't discern whether her feelings were terror or joy.

"Jing Qingtian, you lied to me, you lied to me, you bitch—" Zhang Yang—who had absorbed the spirit of the artifact—suddenly roared. His eyes were bloodshot, every cell in his body was screaming, his black hair flew wildly in the air, absolutely flamboyant and incomparably violent!

"Jing Qingtian, I'm going to kill you!" Zhang Yang roared Zi Lingyu's name repeatedly, then swung his fist and slammed it hard against a stone pillar. This guy actually mistook a stone for a person; it seemed that absorbing the spirit of the artifact had driven him mad.

The same realization flashed through everyone's minds. Tears welled up in Jing Qingtian's beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help but walk towards the crazed Zhang Yang. "Qingtian, don't go over there! He's inhaled the Xuanling Cauldron; it could explode at any moment, destroying him completely!" Master Zilei pulled his daughter back, but Miaoji refused to back down. The combination of the Yin Yuanling and the Xuanling Cauldron—how could she let such a "delicacy" slip by?

"Hehe... Little boy, come to your sister's arms... Ah!" Miaoji wasn't afraid of danger, but Meiji was even faster. The wicked woman was the first to grab Zhang Yang, but her laughter suddenly turned into a scream.

"Roar—" A beast-like roar erupted from Zhang Yang's acupoints. He moved freely under Meiji's five fingers locking his throat, while Meiji was strangely restrained by a monstrous force.

"You woman, you want to harm me too?" Zhang Yang's pupils dilated. In a daze, Meiji transformed into Jing Qingtian. His anger surged into his hands, and he grabbed "Jing Qingtian" by the neck, lifting her high.

Inside the cave, in an instant, gasps of surprise filled the air.

Mei Ji, a powerful and unorthodox expert at the Great Void Realm, was being manipulated like a puppet by a "yin person"! Could this be the result of absorbing the Xuanling Cauldron?

At this moment, Zhang Yang's primordial spirit unexpectedly regained some clarity. Focusing his gaze, he saw the woman before him, alluring and captivating, her fear tinged with a pitiful vulnerability. A thought of pity flashed through his mind, and with a thought, he casually tossed Mei Ji away.

The moment Zhang Yang loosened his grip, a violent force erupted within him. He still didn't want to cruelly harm her, but this force only wanted to destroy everything.

"Roar—" A beast-like roar erupted from Zhang Yang's seven orifices. He grabbed Mei Ji's feet with lightning speed, angrily tearing her apart. With a "whoosh," Mei Ji's blood and intestines splattered onto the ground. She had been ripped in two alive by Zhang Yang, not even having time to scream.

"Junior Sister!" Even unorthodox figures aren't devoid of emotion. Seeing Mei Ji's tragic death, Miao Ji's eyes widened in fury. With a flick of her fingers, a flying sword materialized in her hand: "Bang bang bang..."

After tearing apart Mei Ji, the murderous aura within Zhang Yang did not disappear. In his eyes, everyone and everything transformed into Jing Qing Tian. "Kill, kill, kill you! Roar—" Inside the cave, the largest object was the thousand-year-old ice bed. Zhang Yang, clutching half of the corpse, frantically hurled it at the largest "Jing Qing Tian."

"Stop!" The woman Zi Lei Zhenren deeply loved lay on the ice bed; how could he watch such a tragedy unfold? As he roared urgently, all his remaining spiritual power surged into the Thunder-Patterned Wooden Sword. The sword gleamed, and a bolt of lightning struck Zhang Yang's back.

Miao Ji's flying sword and Zi Lei Zhenren's lightning were both blocked by a layer of red light. Zhang Yang merely swayed slightly, his footwork shifting, naturally heading towards the two great masters of good and evil.

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whirlwind instantly enveloped the phantom, tearing through the void.

Two highly skilled cultivators lunged at Zhang Yang with their most advanced techniques, but the irrational Zhang Yang resorted to the most primitive method: charging headlong into the cave.

"Boom!" An unprecedented roar shook the cavern.

Zhang Yang slammed into the cave wall like an iron ball.

Master Zi Lei was also thrown through the air, crashing through several stone pillars. As the grandmaster landed, blood splattered everywhere for the first time in his life—a truly gruesome sight.

Miao Ji, however, only suffered minor injuries. It wasn't that the demoness's spiritual power was exceptionally strong, but rather that she was cunning enough to consciously slow down a fraction of a second at the moment of impact.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

All this happened in the blink of an eye. Jing Qingtian had just caught her master's heavily injured body when Zhang Yang stood up, smashing everything in the cave with even greater ferocity.

Debris flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the entire cave trembled.

"Not good!"

A sense of foreboding simultaneously gripped everyone's minds. Xiao Linglong was the first to flee, but as she passed through the water curtain, a water sleeve suddenly caught up and wrapped around her feet.

Miao Ji also thought of escaping, and in doing so, grabbed Xiao Linglong, habitually laughing lewdly, "Hehe... little girl, come visit your aunt."

Inside the cave, the falling rocks grew larger and larger, and Master Zi Lei cried out urgently, "Qing Tian, quickly help me out, or he'll collapse the cave!"

"But my junior sisters are still here, and so is Mother..."

The Four Spirit Sword Maidens, exhausted from overexerting themselves, could barely move their fingers. Jing Qing Tian, holding her father, looked at her four junior sisters and her mother's body, her eyes filled with panic.

Master Zi Lei spat out a mouthful of blood, then forcefully suppressed his severe injuries, gathering his last strength, and a beam of light shot out from his fingertip, striking Zhang Yang's cheek.

This finger did not harm Zhang Yang, but it successfully attracted Zhang Yang's chaotic and frenzied gaze.

"Qingtian, hurry! Lure him out! The magical artifact within him is about to explode! If we don't leave now, he'll blow up the entire cave, and you won't be able to save anyone!"

Jing Qingtian finally understood. She immediately picked up her master and leaped out of the cave.

Master Zilei's prediction was accurate; the only small mistake was underestimating the power of the "Mysterious Spirit Cauldron" within Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang indeed relentlessly pursued Jing Qingtian, but when he reached the outer cave, he subconsciously threw a punch at his enemy's back from afar: the wind of the punch couldn't be heard in the void, but the distorted mist of space could be seen. With a loud bang, the entire cave entrance was collapsed by Zhang Yang's punch.

"Ah!"

Jing Qingtian had just escaped the cave entrance and hadn't even passed through the water curtain when a surge of air behind her sent the father and daughter flying into the air, crashing onto the opposite bank of the pool, motionless, their fate unknown.

As the cave entrance collapsed, Zhang Yang was trapped in a desperate situation, but he felt no fear, only a sense that his body was about to explode!

At this moment, Zhang Yang became even more ferocious, his fierce fists flying wildly in the outer cave, while the falling rocks from the cave ceiling grew larger and larger.

Suddenly, a scream of pain pierced through the inner cave, reaching Zhang Yang's ears.

With a whoosh, Zhang Yang instinctively rushed towards the sound. By the light of the pearl on the cave ceiling, he saw the ice bed and the Four Spirit Sword Maidens crawling towards it.

"Jing Qingtian" flashed into Zhang Yang's mind again. Killing the vile woman was now his only thought. With a beast-like roar, he soared into the sky, pouncing on his prey.

The four sword maidens, "Heaven and Earth, Profound and Yellow," paled instantly, simultaneously giving a bitter smile and closing their beautiful eyes.

The space trembled, and Zhang Yang, like a demon god, landed on the ice bed: facing the four beautiful young women, his ferocious eyes showed no pity.

Suddenly, a chill seeped into Zhang Yang's feet, causing his clenched fist to abruptly stop.

The ice bed had melted, and Zhang Yang's insteps were now embedded in the mystic ice, making him feel like a human-shaped fireball rapidly dissolving the millennia-old ice.

"Hmm..."

The chill emanating from the millennia-old ice was far beyond what ordinary cultivators could withstand, yet a refreshing sensation permeated Zhang Yang's seven orifices, like an iced drink in summer, invigorating to the core.

The ice bed continued to melt, and Zhang Yang's feet sank deeper. As his primordial spirit regained its first vestiges of clarity in the coolness, he instinctively threw himself onto the ice bed.

The large ice bed was large enough to accommodate more than a dozen living people; however, as the ice surface melted and tilted, the jade-like "female corpse" naturally slid closer and closer to Zhang Yang.

Finally, a gentle splash of water in the ice pit caused Qingyin's soft but lifeless body to slide onto the man, her cold buttocks pressing against his groin.

"Ugh!"

The beautiful woman's body was slender and delicate, definitely not enough to overpower a man, but Zhang Yang was being pressed down so hard that his whole body trembled violently, his lower abdomen ached like it was being stabbed, and his body felt like it was on fire.

Oh no, it seems that bitch Jing Qingtian was right, the Yin Fire is about to rebel! Just

as fear surfaced, Zhang Yang's penis suddenly sprang up, and with a soft "plop," it slammed heavily into the buttocks of the stunningly beautiful corpse.

This thrust not only produced a wonderful muffled sound, but also arched Qingyin's waist, like an arched bridge, while Zhang Yang's large, thick penis, glowing red, was absolutely a unique "pillar" in the world.

A tingling sensation spread rapidly across his glans, and Zhang Yang was still a little unaccustomed to this pleasure, so he couldn't help but stare blankly, while the Four Spirit Sword Women were filled with shame and indignation, and shouted angrily in unison.

"Shameless scoundrel, let go of my master's wife!"

The girl's curses were soft and weak, yet they seemed to explode like thunder in Zhang Yang's mind. He suddenly pushed away the cold, beautiful corpse, roared, and jumped up, pinning the Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden to the ground.

"You slut, you want to harm me?"

Zhang Yang was once again controlled by the violent heat. In a daze, the woman's appearance under him changed repeatedly, sometimes appearing as the pure and refined Jing Qingtian, sometimes as the equally beautiful Heavenly Spirit Maiden, but with a rounder face.

"You lecher, get off me!"

The Heavenly Spirit Maiden was also a well-known rising star. She never expected to be pinned down by a naked man. Her shame and anger made her forget her fear for a moment. She raised her knee and slammed it hard into the lecher's crotch.

"Ugh! Ah..."

Perhaps the Heavenly Spirit Maiden lacked strength, or perhaps Zhang Yang could not be judged by normal standards at this moment. Despite the blow to his vital parts, his scrotum was filled with pleasure, his penis tilted upwards, and the lustful fire actually subsided somewhat.

The man's muffled groan turned into a confused moan. The Heavenly Spirit Maiden's sudden impact had inadvertently opened a door to his life—a wonderful door that allowed him to dispel the deadly Yin Fire within him.

With a "whoosh," the girl's white dress was torn to shreds, and in the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden was completely naked.

The Earthly Spirit Maiden, the Mysterious Spirit Maiden, and the Yellow Spirit Maiden all cursed, but they didn't even have the strength to stand.

"Bastard, you dog!"

The Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden pounded desperately, her beautiful breasts twitching like rabbits in resistance, their two pink areolas even more alluring than a rabbit's eyes.

Zhang Yang, his nostrils flaring with anger, suddenly grabbed the girl's breast, his fingers tightening fiercely, the virgin nipple instantly deforming in excruciating pain.

"Ah!"

The Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden gritted her teeth, but Zhang Yang then bit her tender nipple, a surge of heat instantly filling her breast, followed by a powerful suction enveloping her nipple. The girl's scream still escaped her lips.

At this moment, Zhang Yang, in a daze, thought of Bai Ling again, and of the dark pleasure he felt when he abused and tormented the arrogant maid.

"Slap!" His thoughts directed his body; he suddenly slapped the fiercely resisting Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden, leaving her dizzy and powerless.

"You slut, you tricked me, ptooey!"

Jing Qingtian's face flashed before Zhang Yang's eyes again. Urged on by the yin fire within him, he roughly parted the girl's legs. Before he could even properly admire her virgin petals, his penis was already pressed against them.

With a soft "plop," his penis grazed the girl's labia, the glans penetrating her elegant pubic hair.

"Roar—"

The feeling of being consumed by lust was more unbearable than being torn to pieces. The novice on the bed retreated, one hand supporting his penis, the other forcefully parting the girl's incredibly tight virgin labia.

The virgin's labia were forced open, the pink flower path contracting violently in terror. Zhang Yang thrust his hips forward, the glans forcefully penetrating her jade gate.

"Ah—"

Although it was only the tip that was inserted, Zhang Yang's glans, larger than an egg, was far beyond what a virgin girl could bear. The dizzy Tianling girl screamed in agony, her upper body jerking up abruptly, just in time to see her labia clamping down on the man's glans.

The girl pushed with all her might, frantically retreating, but Zhang Yang's single arm rendered all her resistance futile, only increasing the man's sadistic pleasure.

Zhang Yang's penis seemed to be equipped with a GPS tracker, constantly adjusting its direction within a small space. No matter how the Tianling girl swayed, her delicate, pen-like opening couldn't shake off the shameful object.

A hot breath escaped Zhang Yang's lips, his arm tightening, his entire body thrusting forward violently.

"Ah—"

It was another scream, but Tianling's cry had a different tone, filled with humiliation and despair.

The girl's body trembled, then she fell limply into silence, two uncontrollable tears of grief streaming from her lifeless eyes.

With a "sizzle," Zhang Yang's penis was halfway inserted, instantly intensifying his pleasure. With another thrust, virgin blood gushed out, staining his penis and Tian Ling Nu's vulva crimson.

"You slut, let's see how arrogant you are now, hahaha..."

At this moment, Zhang Yang felt an overwhelming excitement, both in his soul and body. He was finally a normal man, finally penetrating a woman's flesh, finally turning his years of "inner demons" to ashes.

"Slap slap..."

The man's penis thrust violently, the girl's tears flowed freely, and the virgin blood slowly trickled down from Tian Ling Nu's inner thighs, scattering peach blossom-like droplets on the stone slab.

Zhang Yang thrust forcefully, his glans plunging deep into the girl's womb: the continuous thrusting of his penis was like his frenzied punches and kicks, simple and brutal, without any tricks, only the most primal instincts of a beast.

"Senior sister, waah..."

After their grief and indignation subsided, the other three women wept in unison.

They knew that what had befallen their senior sister would soon befall them, but they were powerless to stop it, not even by suicide—for cultivators possessed superhuman vitality!

After hundreds of thrusts, Zhang Yang finally took a breath and focused his gaze. He saw that Tian Ling Nu had slid several meters along the ground with each thrust, her private parts stretched to their limit, even her flat stomach showing waves of constant in-and-out movement.

"Hehe... you slut, beg for mercy!"

The influence of Xiao Linglong on Zhang Yang surfaced in his wicked laughter. As he bent down to thrust again, he grasped the girl's breasts with his large hands.

After another series of slapping sounds, Zhang Yang suddenly thrust faster and faster, his large hands almost crushing Tian Ling Nu's breasts. The virgin girl didn't understand why, but her feminine instincts kicked in, and her already numb body instinctively began to twist.

"Uh—"

Zhang Yang's madness suddenly froze again. He pressed his penis firmly against the girl's lower body, his engorged member throbbing violently inside her honeyed cave, ejaculating his first wave of scalding semen, hot as volcanic lava!

"Ah…"

The extremely hot semen, like bullets, struck the girl's core again and again. The Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden's shame and indignation were etched into her bones, yet her body let out a soft moan.

That fiery impact was simply—too wonderful! With

a "pop," Zhang Yang's source of desire withdrew from the Heavenly Spirit Maiden's flower path, and then pounced on the Earthly Spirit Maiden without hesitation.

"You lecherous thief, get away!"

The Earthly Spirit Sword Maiden crawled on all fours, desperately trying to escape, but Zhang Yang pressed directly onto her back.

The sound of tearing clothes echoed again, the white flesh of the girl's buttocks faintly visible beneath the strips of cloth, and a breath of hot air spurted from Zhang Yang's mouth and nose, hitting the Earthly Spirit Maiden's tightly clenched buttocks.

Zhang Yang's dark lust intensified. He raised his hand and left a bright red five-finger mark on the firm, pert buttocks of the young girl.

The pain wasn't intense, but the humiliation was more profound than death. In a moment of panic, the Earth Spirit Girl, though knowing she wouldn't die, still slammed her forehead against the ground.

"Roar..." Zhang Yang's roar was no longer as terrifying, but it still reeked of bestiality.

He first bent down to stand, then lifted the Earth Spirit Girl's waist, forcibly parting her labia into an "O" shape with his fingers, and then thrust his penis in.

Amid the girl's shrill screams and the soft embrace of her virginity, Zhang Yang's glans pierced another layer of her hymen, taking away another beauty's virginity!

"Puff puff puff..."

Zhang Yang wrapped one arm around the Earth Spirit Girl's waist and abdomen, thrusting wildly, his body straightening higher and higher until he stood proudly erect.

The earth spirit maiden's exquisite body was forced to stand up, her buttocks pressed tightly against the lecherous man's lower abdomen, without a single gap.

Strands of virgin blood flowed down, reaching the feet of the mysterious spirit maiden, the bloodstains glaringly dark. Yet Zhang Yang remained as ferocious as ever, until a trickle of fluid gushed out, spraying onto his glans, at which point he slowed his thrusting.

"Hehehe... you sluts, you're all sluts!" The man's eyes flickered between red and black, only his sinister fire continued its triumphant song.

"Ugh..."

Tears streamed down the face of the Earth Spirit Sword Maiden. She hated her physical instincts, hated that trickle of spring water, and hated the tingling sensation deep within her flower path.

"Sizzle..."

As Zhang Yang thrust in and out, a slight wet sound was heard. The man listened to the most melodious music in the world, and his penis involuntarily became more skillful.

"Ah!" The man's glans suddenly "tapped" the girl's clitoris. Caught off guard, the Earth Spirit Maiden let out a groan.

The girl's already desperate heart was in even greater pain. She subconsciously bent her body, twisting her private parts, trying to avoid the ugly penis's unique humiliation, but causing her buttocks to rub against the lecher's lower abdomen.

"Oh...so comfortable!"

The man finally experienced the true beauty of sex. His penis hardened, opening the girl's jade gate even more intensely, while he freed one hand to tentatively and gently knead the girl's clitoris.

"Ugh...woo..."

The torment suffered by the Earth Spirit Maiden far surpassed that of the Heavenly Spirit Maiden. Zhang Yang's actions caused her to sob and wail, her body repeatedly collapsing towards the ground.

As the girl fell, the man pressed her down, and before she knew it, Zhang Yang had pinned her to the ground again, then suddenly increased the force of his thrusts.

"Slap, slap—"

The sounds of flesh colliding filled the cave once more. The Earth Spirit Maiden's exquisite breasts rubbed and rolled on the rough ground, experiencing pain mixed with a shameful pleasure.

"Ah, ah..."

The Earth Spirit Maiden cried out, louder than her senior sister. The moment Zhang Yang's semen gushed out, the girl's prostrate face abruptly tilted back, almost screaming to the heavens!

After the trembling subsided, the Earth Spirit Maiden, like the Heavenly Spirit Maiden, was consumed by shame, despair, and self-reproach. Zhang Yang, meanwhile, leaped into the air and pounced on the Mysterious Spirit Sword Maiden.

The man's penis remained as firm as ever, the pent-up desire of years seemingly inexhaustible.

"Hehe... Beauty, remember me, I'm about to become your man!"

Practice makes perfect, a human ability that, despite having just broken his fast, was already brimming with erotic secrets—erotic novels, erotic movies. His years of "cultivation" finally came in handy at this moment.

The young girl's private parts weren't plump and alluring, but rather pink and tender, slightly raised, like the most delicious little steamed buns.

Although he forcefully spread the beauty's legs, he didn't rush to penetrate her. His ten fingers carefully and slowly massaged the girl's vulva.

As the girl's labia swelled in humiliation, Zhang Yang opened his mouth wide and suddenly sucked on the girl's entire honeyed spot.

"Sizzle..."

The strong sucking sound echoed around the cave. At this moment, Zhang Yang thought of his gentle and tender second sister-in-law, and his tongue involuntarily softened.

Xuanling Nu, like a piece of beautiful meat lying on a chopping board, flailed her powerlessly. Her grief and indignation were no less than her two senior sisters, and her pleasure was far more intense.

"Bastard, you bastard, ah..."

Unable to suppress her human instincts, Xuanling Nu's body writhed faster and faster, more and more alluringly under Zhang Yang's "lips and tongue."

Compared to Xuanling Nu's conflicted pain, Huangling Jian Nu's beautiful eyes were wide open to the limit, filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Why was her senior sister making such strange noises? What was that lecherous thief biting? Was he going to eat her raw? But why did he have to start from... there? Hmm...

This beautiful young woman from a righteous sect was completely ignorant of lewd matters, but her heartstrings still trembled with innate shame. In a daze, Huangling Jian Nu covered her private parts with her hands, fearing that the lecherous thief would also start from there.

Amidst humiliation and grief, the Xuanling Sword Maiden cried out. Her tense legs hadn't yet softened when the man swiftly adjusted his position.

"Ah—"

The girl's scream rang out as Zhang Yang thrust his entire length into her core, then abruptly stopped.

He took her nipple into his mouth, ignoring her furious pounding, his tongue swirling around her nipple.

After a while, the Xuanling Sword Maiden had no strength left to pound, and the man thrust forward, causing the beautiful girl to tremble.

"Plop, plop…" The subtle sounds of flesh colliding rang out as Zhang Yang knelt between her legs, thrusting wildly yet with restraint.

"Ugh…"

The Xuanling Sword Maiden didn't writhe in agony, but instead cried loudly, her sobs like a cuckoo weeping blood.

Her two senior sisters and one junior sister naturally felt grief and empathy, but the three women, especially the Yellow Spirit Sword Maiden, were even more confused.

Why is Senior Sister swaying her body? It's like... it's like she's cooperating with that damned lecherous thief! Ah!

Zhang Yang seemed to hear Huang Lingjian Nu's inner thoughts. He suddenly stopped. Although Xuan Ling Nu reacted quickly, her private parts still bumped into the man's penis due to inertia. "Hehe... woman, you may be thin, but you're so wet!"

The wicked teasing was etched into the prey's heart. Zhang Yang's ever-growing penis jerked up, and he stood up while holding the beauty. Then, while thrusting, he walked towards Huang Lingjian Nu.

"No... don't come any closer, you bastard, don't come any closer!"

Although Huang Lingjian Nu was an elite disciple of Zi Lei Mountain, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old. The tender beauty was so frightened that her jade face turned red and white. As she crawled with difficulty, she subconsciously covered her legs.

"Little beauty, don't be afraid, brother will gently deflower you, haha..."

A wicked and playful tone replaced the brutality. Zhang Yang deliberately pressed Xuanling Nu down on top of Huangling Nu. As his penis penetrated Xuanling Nu's womb, his large hand also slipped inside Huangling Nu's clothes, happily kneading the little beauty's slender breasts!

"Ah!" Both women cried out simultaneously, gritting their teeth. Xuanling Nu was ashamed of her reaction, while Huangling Nu finally understood her senior sister's feelings.

She desperately wanted to tear the lecherous thief to pieces, but her nipples were hardened and swollen by a fiery force, shamefully sticking out between the thief's fingers.

Evil magic, this guy must have practiced some lewd magic! Ah... here it comes again!

Zhang Yang's palm sank, and heat spread from Huangling Nu's nipples, then surged wildly towards the girl's womb.

At the same time, the man's penis twitched, its glans miraculously growing larger, "swelling" so much that Xuanling's flower path had no space at all, not even enough room for her to flow out.

"Hehe..." Zhang Yang laughed triumphantly, very satisfied with his progress.

The man's penis remained pressed tightly against the girl's uterus, its shaft slowly rotating against the walls of her honeyed orifice: Xuanling's private parts were both swollen and itchy, her honeyed fluids accumulating more and more, and her lower abdomen trembled, she even had a strong, incredibly humiliating urge to urinate.

Just as the beautiful girl's vaginal walls trembled violently in her haste, Zhang Yang's penis finally withdrew.

The beauty let out a moan, and her honeyed fluids immediately roared out of her honeyed orifice, spraying like a tidal wave onto the lecherous man's penis.

"Ah—"

The pleasure of release left Xuanling's mind blank; she had no idea how shameful her scream was.

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