【Evil Weapon】4-1

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Chapter 1 The Loli Spirit: Zhang Yang could only helplessly watch as a life-or-death situation arose. Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke flew in, binding the Ghostly Plum Blossom like a ribbon. "Who's there?" The Ghostly Plum Blossom's expression changed slightly. Because she couldn't fully synchronize with Yuwen Yan's body, and with her spiritual power diminished, she was increasingly bound by the black smoke. "I'm not human. You're not allowed to hurt him," a dull female voice echoed from within the black smoke. The Ghostly Plum Blossom and the black smoke entangled within the cave. The black smoke was scattered several times by the Ghostly Plum Blossom, but it always managed to coalesce again instantly. A moment later, with a "bang!", the phantom plum blossom exploded into thousands of points of light. The dull female voice said, "Fellow human, use your previous method to destroy her!" Fellow human? Was she calling me? Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, but seeing the Ghostly Plum Blossom tightly bound by the black smoke, lying sprawled in mid-air, a flash of insight struck him, and he finally understood the black smoke's meaning. The evil-wielding youth leaped forward, and with a "plop!" his penis sprinted into the jade gate of the Ghostly Plum Blossom at top speed, penetrating to its hilt and thrusting deep into her flower path. "Ah!" The Ghostly Plum Blossom's scream, mixed with the pleasure of lust, quickly weakened her struggles. Inside the cave, a cloud of black smoke was tightly intertwined with two humans. Zhang Yang frantically thrust his hips, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing loudly, each screech higher than the last. "Fellow human, a little more skill, and I'll help you." Even in this environment, the black smoke's voice remained wooden and dull, devoid of any human warmth. Zhang Yang took a deep breath, nodded gratefully, and his penis immediately began to change positions, the Mandarin Duck Playing in the Water Technique shining brightly at the same time. "Ah, you lecherous scoundrel, I'll kill you... Ahh..." Guiqing Hanmei cursed hatefully, struggling with all her might. But the black smoke not only bound her limbs but also conjured tentacles, stimulating every sensitive part of her body, especially her breasts and anus, which were both numb and tingling, burning with lust. At this moment, Zhang Yang used both hands, simultaneously aiming his penis at her clitoris, and then began to thrust wildly, rapidly, and precisely, each thrust seemingly penetrating Guiqing Hanmei's heart, the glans seemingly about to be forced out of her mouth. "Oh, oh, oh..." An ordinary woman's orgasm rises and falls, but Guiqing Hanmei was driven to scream incessantly, causing her still-unstable spirit to tremble. Crisis loomed, but the pleasure of lust made her respond to Zhang Yang, shouting desperately, "Ah, hurry, hurry, thrust! Oh, I want... your big cock!" The sex was as intense as a storm. Heiyan positioned Guiqing Hanmei in a doggy-style position, while Zhang Yang, with the help of Heiyan, slapped her buttocks violently, thrusting around the cave. One circle, two circles, three circles... gushing spring water sprayed down. Zhang Yang thrust from inside the cave to outside, directing Guiqing Hanmei to crawl through the crevices and roll a dozen times on the rocks. "Uh..." His semen threatened to ejaculate countless times. Zhang Yang first used the Mandarin Duck Playing in the Water Technique to suppress it, but after an hour, his half-baked technique was no longer enough. Fortunately, Heiyan's tentacles flicked his lower abdomen a few times. "Slap, slap, slap!" Zhang Yang's thrusts were lightning fast, his teeth biting down hard on Guiqing Hanmei's nipple. "Partner, enter the host's subconscious and capture her happy memories of you." Zhang Yang and the black smoke's tacit understanding was becoming more and more perfect. He instinctively moved his mind and immediately and mysteriously "saw" Yuwen Yan's memories. The evil weapon boy's penis pressed tightly against her uterus and began to rotate violently. The glans was like a conductor's baton, making Yuwen Yan keep recalling the scenes of laughter with Zhang Yang. "Mmm, I'm going to die! Ah, you lecherous scoundrel, you're going to kill me!" Referring to herself as "this one" instead of "this slave," Guiqing Hanmei licked Zhang Yang's tongue, and her flower path trembled, another slick of honey soaking the penis. At this moment, although Yuwen Yan's body had not yet woken up, her soul was gradually awakening. In a daze, she forgot everything, only remembering the feeling of cooking with Zhang Yang. Beneath her, the limp, languid plum blossom lay limp as mud, her eyes glazed. Zhang Yang, instantly inspired, thrust again without the black smoke's prompting, his semen gushing forth and shooting directly into her womb. "Ah!" The semen exploded within her, a cloud of smoke, the life-giving power irresistible. A piercing scream echoed through the air, her body flashing with light before returning to deathly silence. After the initial ecstasy subsided, Zhang Yang tentatively moved his penis a few times, and Yuwen Yan let out alluring moans, though her body remained still. "Fellow human, you are no longer in danger." The black smoke released its hold, and with a muffled thud, Zhang Yang pressed Yuwen Yan down, and the two landed on the stone bed. Zhang Yang once again felt the voluptuousness of Yuwen Yan's flesh. He lay on the "cloud" for a while before reluctantly withdrawing his penis, jumping off the stone bed, and muttering to himself, "That was close. Does this count as a success?" "Fellow human, why do you look so human?" The dull female voice rang out again. The cloud of black smoke began to swirl and transform, finally dissipating, revealing a naked girl of eleven or twelve years old. Zhang Yang's pupils dilated again. Before his eyes could heat up, the little girl glanced at the clothes scattered on the ground, her body trembled slightly, and a wisp of black smoke transformed into a green short skirt, covering her naked body. "You...you're the...expert who helped me just now?" The evil artifact youth stammered, unsure how to address her. "I'm not human, I'm the spirit of an ancient magical artifact, and also the spirit of this Myriad Tribulations Array." The little girl explained expressionlessly, then asked Zhang Yang about his relationship with humans. For the first time, emotion flickered in her eyes, filled with curiosity and doubt. "I was originally human, well, not entirely. I've merged with the artifact's spirit! Now I'm... an evil artifact." Zhang Yang paused for a moment, finally explaining his identity. He then looked at the artifact's spirit with immense curiosity and asked softly, "What's your name?" "I don't have a name, I only know I'm a bronze sword." "Hehe... how about I give you a name... Illusion Smoke?" As Zhang Yang named her, he subconsciously recalled the unpredictable black smoke from before. "Illusion Smoke, um, I'll be called Illusion Smoke from now on. Thank you, fellow being." The artifact's voice remained wooden, but a hint of joy flashed across its face. "Hehe, I have a name too, just call me...brother!" Zhang Yang wasn't thinking of pure sibling affection; he was enjoying the wonderful feeling of being called "brother" by a little girl. The little girl's spirit, as expected, "fell for it," revealing a rare smile before woodenly saying, "Brother, lend me your body. I need it to leave here. I want to go out and see the outside world." "Ah, you want to possess me?" Cold sweat instantly covered Zhang Yang's back; he almost fainted on the spot. He thought: Ugh... I just escaped the wolf's den, and now I've encountered a tiger! This girl also wants my body, but she's even more terrifying than a demon spirit. How am I supposed to escape? The spirit approached his half-human counterpart step by step, and just as the hairs on the back of Zhang Yang's neck stood on end, things suddenly took a dramatic turn. "Brother, don't be afraid. I'm just residing in your primordial spirit space; it won't harm you in the slightest." Zhang Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His awareness as the "older brother" made him straighten his chest. He then stroked Huan Yan's head and said with a hint of regret, "Brother also wanted to take you out to play, but brother doesn't know any Taoist arts and doesn't have a primordial spirit space." "Brother, the primordial spirit is the soul cultivated with spiritual power. Every human has three souls and seven spirits; it just needs spiritual power to open the space. Huan Yan will help you!" Although Zhang Yang trusted Huan Yan, the thought of having an extra "person" inside him, especially a delicate little girl with a sweet voice, made him feel uneasy. Zhang Yang's eyes darted around, a sudden inspiration striking him. Without hesitation, he betrayed Yuwen Yan. Pointing at the unconscious Yuwen Yan, he chuckled, "Good girl, why don't you move into Yuwen Yan's primordial spirit space? You're both girls, it'll be easier for you to do anything..." "Brother, Huan Yan isn't human, she's a spirited artifact." The special "little loli" mechanically corrected her "brother's" mistake, then continued, "A human's spiritual space can only hold inanimate objects. If Huan Yan goes in, it will surely destroy her primordial spirit." "Then... what about me?" Zhang Yang's eyes flickered, idly imagining a watermelon bursting open. “Brother isn’t human either. He can contain Huanyan and even make her your flying sword.” Zhang Yang was both amused and exasperated by his brother’s “not human” argument, but upon hearing the words “flying sword,” his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed joyfully, “Good sister, you mean, even though I don’t have spiritual power, you can still carry me and make me fly?” “Yes, and you can even kill people. As long as brother wants to, Huanyan will kill for you!” A sword is a sword, and even with a spirit, it’s still an ancient treasure sword radiating a chilling light! The evil artifact youth was overjoyed, thinking: Others might not be able to forge a Void Artifact even after a lifetime of cultivation, but I got an ancient treasure sword in the blink of an eye, hehe… Where can you find such a benefit? “Brother, Huanyan will now open your primordial spirit space. Be careful, it will hurt a little.”The spirit seemed particularly fond of the name "Phantom Smoke," and its monotonous tone gradually rippled with the conversation. "Come on, brother's a man, men aren't afraid of pain," Zhang Yang proudly declared, head held high. Then, Phantom Smoke transformed into a beam of light, "Whoosh!" and flew into his brow. In an instant, a scream of agony rang out, and Zhang Yang, who considered himself a warrior, fainted on the spot. Time passed, and Zhang Yang regained consciousness. He looked around with a wry smile, only to see the naked Yuwen Yan still asleep, while Phantom Smoke was gone. The evil artifact youth couldn't help but touch his forehead, pondering: "So it opened my primordial spirit space and moved in?" The moment Zhang Yang's thought crossed his mind, Huan Yan immediately replied, "Brother, Huan Yan is already in your primordial spirit space." Her monotonous, wooden words paused slightly, then Huan Yan continued, "Huan Yan's true form is still in the Myriad Tribulations Array. Brother, go retrieve it! Once you retrieve the sword body, the Myriad Tribulations Array will gradually disappear." The Myriad Tribulations Cliff and the Myriad Tribulations Array still looked as sinister and terrifying as ever, but in Zhang Yang's eyes, they became incredibly familiar, like his own home. Zhang Yang walked towards the morning sunlight in the area shrouded in black mist, and asked as if speaking to the air, "Sister, you have already become a spirit, so what's the point of using the sword body?" Black smoke condensed before Zhang Yang's eyes, and then a beautifully sculpted little girl appeared out of thin air. “Brother, although Huanyan doesn’t need the sword body, she needs it to conceal herself after we leave. The cultivator who set up this Myriad Tribulations Array once said that if outsiders knew about Huanyan, it would cause chaos throughout the world, which is why she was sealed here.” Huanyan spoke without emotion, but Zhang Yang couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. He stroked Huanyan’s head and said, “Sister, it’s all because of humanity’s greedy nature that you were harmed. I’m not exactly a good person either, but I will definitely take you away from here to live a free and unrestrained life.” “Brother!” Huanyan called out for the first time, and in her excitement, her body transformed back into a wisp of smoke, swirling around Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang leaped, and Huanyan carried him several hundred meters, successfully finding a three-foot-long bronze ancient sword. Zhang Yang brandished his sword, saying, "Sister, from now on I'll use this as a decoy. When I need to fight, you can control it. Li Xian, Li Xian... Let's go back!" With a thought, Huan Yan carried him through the air, flying directly into Peach Blossom Valley without passing through any cracks in the rocks. Inside the cave, Zhang Yang walked to the stone bed, frowning as he looked at Yuwen Yan, whose jade-like face was gradually regaining its rosy hue. This tragic woman is truly loyal to Qiu Pingzhi! She actually wanted to drag me down with her. This idiot woman deserves to die! Just as the word "deserves to die" surfaced in Zhang Yang's mind, a ball of spiritual energy suddenly appeared out of thin air before him. The light was like a curtain of water, and then the water curtain trembled, and the ancient bronze sword burst forth, piercing towards Yuwen Yan's throat with lightning speed. Ah, a flying sword? My flying sword! It's Huan Yan, ah! A series of chaotic thoughts flashed through Zhang Yang's mind in an instant. His pupils dilated, and he instinctively reached out to grab her, shouting, "Huan Yan, don't kill her!" A human hand couldn't grasp the ancient flying sword, but his voice still followed. The flying sword paused, its tip pressed against Yuwen Yan's throat. "Brother, didn't you want to kill her? Why did you change your mind?" The flying sword's light trembled slightly, as if expressing Huan Yan's grievances and complaints. "This… sigh, come back first, I'll explain it to you carefully." Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on the ground, imitating an old scholar, and began to explain the characteristics of human thoughts and actions, fully illustrating the ever-changing and fickle nature of humanity. Zhang Yang spoke until his throat was dry, and Huan Yan finally replied, "Humans are so complex, so hypocritical! Huan Yan can't tell the difference, she can only act according to brother's ideas." "This… this won't do!" If the flying sword kills someone in a fit of anger, wouldn't he become a murderous demon! Zhang Yang's face contorted with rage as he racked his brains, finally coming up with a brilliant idea. "My dear little sister, how about this? We'll come up with a code, and that'll be your brother's command, okay?" "Hmm, in that case... Huan Yan can do it." Huan Yan, now in her little girl form, suddenly bit her fingertip. Looking at Huan Yan, who was becoming increasingly like a little loli, Zhang Yang was instantly thrilled, his eyes shining. So cute! He had to raise her properly! A mischievous impulse fueled Zhang Yang's inspiration. He waved his hand, full of pride, and declared, "Little sister, remember this! The code is 'Open Sesame!'" "Sesame? Why not a watermelon? Has sesame become a spirit too? Otherwise, how can it open the door?" "And also, why does brother think Huan Yan is cute? What does 'little loli' mean?" The spirit's gaze became increasingly human and adorable, but the questions also multiplied. Zhang Yang felt a headache coming on and quickly waved his hand to interrupt Huan Yan's endless questions, shouting, "Open Sesame!" "Little sister, you should rest. Brother will call you, then appear!" A flash of light appeared and disappeared, and Huan Yan obediently flew back to Zhang Yang's primordial spirit space. The evil artifact youth sighed, and after a moment of reflection, his gaze returned to Yuwen Yan. The thin sunlight moved across the valley, and half a day passed in the blink of an eye. Yuwen Yan, still unconscious from the impact of the demonic possession, remained asleep. After eating the wild peaches, Zhang Yang, feeling satiated, was overcome with lust. With a hint of revenge, he brutally parted Yuwen Yan's legs and thrust himself inside her. With a "whoosh!" sound, the cave was once again filled with the scent of spring. "Hmm..." Yuwen Yan instinctively groaned, her eyelids fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes. In a hazy state, the young sect leader felt her body go weak, as if floating on air, until Zhang Yang slapped her buttocks, and her humiliated and astonished screams filled the cave. "Ah!" "You...I...how come you're not dead?" Yuwen Yan couldn't figure out the reason, and in her desperation, she suddenly guessed, "You know magic, yes, you must know magic! You bastard, you dog, Qiu Lang was right, you're a treacherous villain!" The glimmer of hope deep within Yuwen Yan's heart was instantly shrouded in darkness, and she couldn't help but curse incessantly. "Slap!" A loud slap filled the cave, bringing Yuwen Yan back to reality. "You ungrateful, stupid woman, you're still so stubborn! Fine! I'll show you what a real villain is!" To deal with the dull-witted, you must forcefully wake them up! A surge of anger welled up in Zhang Yang's heart, and his long, thick penis immediately began to "slap" her hard. "Slap slap..." The evil-wielding youth pressed Yuwen Yan onto the rough rock, violently ravaging her, and then took out a special thin rope and tied her to a stalactite. "Tell me, who's the bad guy? Tell me!" "The rope binding was quite ingenious; from a distance, it looked like a naked, beautiful girl tightly embracing a stalactite, unwilling to let go. Each time Zhang Yang penetrated her, the thin rope would tug around the stalactite. After a dozen or so thrusts, the rope had bound Yuwen Yan's buttocks into a net-like pattern, with one rope deeply embedded in her cleft. Her vagina and anus were simultaneously subjected to lewd acts, and a man's slaps danced up and down. Yuwen Yan's swollen face couldn't help but show a look of terror, while her even more swollen buttocks trembled. "Ah...no, don't hit me, oh...please, don't hit me!" "If you won't hit me, tell the truth. Is Qiu Pingzhi a bad person?" While threatening her, Zhang Yang slowed his thrusting, his glans gently teasing her labia. "He's a bad person, he's a bad person...oh..." "What bad things did he do? Tell me one by one. If you can't explain, I'll deflower you here!" Zhang Yang then positioned Yuwen Yan as if she were hugging a stalactite, tightening the rope while simultaneously inserting his fingertip into her anus. "Ah, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" Yuwen Yan cried out in terror, clinging tightly to the stone pillar, her buttocks clenched tightly. She then tearfully recounted everything Qiu Pingzhi had done recently, speaking quickly and in great detail. It turned out Yuwen Yan wasn't unaware, but simply unwilling to admit it. When she recounted the scene of Qiu Pingzhi abandoning her, tears soaked the stone pillar, her voluptuous body losing all strength to resist, limply pressing against it. Zhang Yang didn't take advantage of the situation to penetrate Yuwen Yan's anus, but instead inserted his finger into her vagina, his movements gentle. "Yuwen Yan, I'm still the best to you, aren't I?" "Waaah…yes, you're a good person." Zhang Yang forced Yuwen Yan to recite it repeatedly, over and over again. As she recited, her mind suddenly became confused, and she gradually lost track of whether Zhang Yang was good or bad. The wicked young man bit Yuwen Yan's earlobe, gently stroking it as he seduced her, "No one will come to save us! From now on, we'll live here together. Whether we're sad or happy, life goes on, so why not live happily with me?" At that moment, Zhang Yang's penis, passionate yet gentle, entered her uterus, and a tidal wave of pleasure surged into Yuwen Yan's heart. Yuwen Yan wept silently, and nodded silently as well. Zhang Yang was instantly overjoyed, his body went numb, and he ejaculated his last spurt of semen. Then he put Yuwen Yan down, held her as they lay on the stone bed, and slept cautiously through the night.The young sect leader remained silent throughout the night, only secretly weeping. The next day, Zhang Yang's anger surged again. "Stupid woman, what are you saying?" "Zhang Yang, no matter what you do, I won't teach you the Water Play Technique. You… kill me!" The young sect leader was clearly afraid of death, but a stubbornness still lingered deep in her eyes. Zhang Yang was angry, even angrier than yesterday. He tied Yuwen Yan to the stalactite once more. "You still can't forget Qiu Pingzhi, can you?" "He's a bad person, and you're not a good person either, ah…" After a night's rest, Yuwen Yan had surprisingly come to understand many things. This time, Zhang Yang used a whip, along with the Mandarin Duck Water Play Technique and his large penis, making Yuwen Yan moan and whimper. The young sect leader succumbed to the violence and pleasure, actively swaying her body to meet Zhang Yang's thrusts, but when it came to teaching the true essence of the Water Play Technique, she still shook her head. The third day… Several stalactites became Zhang Yang's accomplices. Yuwen Yan's limbs were bound, and she lay sprawled in mid-air, with a thin stalactite protruding between her legs. "Miss Yuwen, is it itchy? You're leaking so much water!" The thin stalactite had many small protrusions, and every time Zhang Yang pulled the rope, Yuwen Yan's labia and vulva would rub against the stalactite, getting closer and closer. But later, when the rope stopped moving, Yuwen Yan's private parts were forced to press tightly against the stalactite. "Ooh... It itches! It itches so much, Young Master Zhang, please don't... torture me!" Spring water flowed down the stone pillar to the ground, a mixture of sorrow and lamentation swirling around Yuwen Yan's lips. After rubbing against the stone spikes for so long, the itch had penetrated deep into her core, causing her to plead repeatedly, "Come on, oh... I'll give it to you, ah, give it to me quickly..." The beautiful girl's cries excited Zhang Yang's penis, but he only played with Yuwen Yan's nipples, saying wickedly, "Then give me your virginity, are you willing?" "I..." The girl was still shyly reserved, but the wicked young man had already turned on her, angrily whipping her ample breasts and buttocks. "Ah, ah... Oh..." Yuwen Yan instinctively dodged the whip, her honeyed lips and jade gate immediately rubbing intensely against the stone spikes, a gush of honey-like fluid gushing out like a spring, soaking a large area of the ground. "Young Master Zhang, please... give it to me quickly, come on..." Yuwen Yan twisted her plump buttocks forcefully, but Zhang Yang threw down the whip and coldly said, "You want it, but I'm not interested!" The evil artifact youth turned and walked out of the cave, standing in Peach Blossom Valley, eating peaches while letting out a helpless sigh: Yuwen Yan still had a sliver of hope in her heart. How could he make her truly give up on Qiu Pingzhi and prevent her from rekindling her feelings? Alas, it's difficult. The mysteries of the human heart cannot be completely controlled by magic, and besides, I don't know any magic. Time flew by, and another day passed. Yuwen Yan still refused to offer her rear, which frustrated Zhang Yang. He only managed to ejaculate two streams of semen inside her honeyed orifice, but after releasing his lust, he became even more frustrated. Zhang Yang, staring at the thick, dark clouds, shouted, "Yi Yuan Jade Maiden, you hypocritical saintess, you haven't shown up for so long! Are you really going to abandon me? Impossible! Damn it!" On the Cliff of Ten Thousand Calamities, Yi Yuan Jade Maiden and Qiankun Elder stood side by side, their expressions calm yet solemn. Granny Daoyue stuck her cane into the stone, displeased, "Qiankun Elder, Zhang's location has been confirmed. Why aren't you going down to rescue him?" Yi Yuan Jade Maiden turned gracefully, her voice gentle yet authoritative, "Senior Daoyue, please wait patiently. Qiu Pingzhi used the talisman. The situation has changed. Senior Qiankun believes this might be a good opportunity." Granny Daoyue glanced at Qiankun Elder's confident expression, hesitated slightly, and then retreated to her original position. "If you won't go down, I will! Let me go!" On a flat stone platform, Qingyin's hair flew wildly, her anger palpable. Shui Lian sighed sympathetically, while Jin Guang sneered, "Witch, you're really overestimating yourself! If you can break through Brother Qiaojiang's formation, then go down and keep Zhang Yang company!" Qing Yin, no longer caring about arguing with Jin Guang, shouted urgently at Qiaojiang, "Let me go, you red-faced fellow, let me go! If anything happens to my master, I'll kill you!" Qiaojiang was meditating and healing his injuries not far away, completely ignoring Qing Yin's shouts. Ning Zhiyun sat beside Qing Yin, occasionally offering a word or two of advice, but mostly just staring blankly at the billowing black smoke below the cliff. Below the Cliff of Ten Thousand Calamities. Zhang Yang gently played with Yuwen Yan's tender red labia, his glans repeatedly grinding against the petals until they were glistening with moisture, yet he wouldn't penetrate her. “Miss Yuwen, what is this?” “A… a penis, ah! Quick… give it to me…” The young sect leader, Ling Kong, lay trembling, wishing she could tear the stalactite in half on the spot. “I can give it to you, but are you willing to be my woman?” Zhang Yang used his finger instead of his penis and slowly inserted it. “I… ah, it’s so itchy, please, give it to me quickly…” Yuwen Yan’s fleshy body trembled violently, wishing Zhang Yang’s hand could also be stuffed into her itchy flower garden, but when it came to the crucial point, she shook her head again with a mournful cry. “Hmph!” Zhang Yang snorted coldly, his penis sliding down Yuwen Yan’s fleshy and full body to her rosy lips. “This young master is very unhappy, open your mouth and take it in!” Before Yuwen Yan could speak, Zhang Yang had already lashed her several times, then he thrust his waist, and his hot penis was inserted into Yuwen Yan’s mouth. "Mmm..." This was punishment and discipline. The penis naturally carried a violent force. Although Yuwen Yan couldn't stand the smell of the penis and tears streamed down her face, she still obediently took it into her mouth. With a "smack," Zhang Yang lashed Yuwen Yan's crotch with a whip, scolding, "Use your 'Water Play Technique' to lick it properly!" "Mmm, um..." The whip tip lashed across her labia, bringing up a drop of water. Besides feeling pain, Yuwen Yan only felt a tremor in her clitoris, and the itching actually lessened a bit, causing her to let out a faint moan. Habits always become second nature! The powerful adaptability of humans was manifested in Yuwen Yan. Under Zhang Yang's lewd and cruel coercion, the young sect leader opened her mouth wide as much as possible, trying her best to suck on the penis. "Ugh!" After hundreds of thrusts, Zhang Yang ejaculated into Yuwen Yan's mouth. After the frenzy, Zhang Yang always felt a sense of emptiness, without the intoxicating feeling he had after making love with Ning Zhiyun and Qingyin. Another long, frustrated sigh escaped Zhang Yang's lips. He wandered aimlessly through the valley, accidentally stumbling upon a crevice in the rocks and entering an area shrouded in black mist. "Huh, this bloodstain doesn't seem to be from long ago." Just as the young man with the evil artifact was about to turn back, he noticed something amiss. Following the bloodstain for two or three zhang, he burst into laughter, a hearty, unrestrained laugh. There, nestled in the crevice, was a man, heavily wounded… Qiu Pingzhi. Qiu Pingzhi had mistaken the guiding talisman for a formation-breaking talisman, and of course, he couldn't have escaped. Lying there for days, his life hanging by a thread, he immediately became excited upon seeing Zhang Yang, crying, "Brother Zhang, save me!" "Save you? You want to kill me, why should I save you?" "Brother Zhang, it was my foolishness, my ignorance! Brother Zhang is a great hero, you are a magnanimous person, please save me!" How similar was this situation to the last time? However, Zhang Yang had no hope for humanity whatsoever. He strode forward, not to help Qiu Pingzhi, but to slap him across the face. "You bastard, you still have the nerve to beg for mercy? Screw you!" Qiu Pingzhi screamed in agony, and Zhang Yang, hearing this, felt a surge of amusement. Recalling his experiences with Qiu Pingzhi, he immediately unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks. "Crackling sounds..." Zhang Yang continued his beating until he was panting and exhausted. Then, he picked up a large rock and said menacingly, "You bastard, I've saved you twice, there will never be a third time. Die! Huh?" The rock paused, and Zhang Yang looked closely. He saw that the infamous Zhen Tian Gongzi of the cultivation world had been beaten to death! That was truly satisfying! Zhang Yang threw away the rock, kicked Qiu Pingzhi a few more times, then stroked his chin, rolled his eyes, and let out a sly laugh. After the laughter subsided, the boy with the evil artifact slapped his forehead and shouted, "Open Sesame!" Chapter Two: The eerie smoke drifted and swirled as Zhang Yang entered the secluded valley. When Zhang Yang, looking refreshed, approached Yuwen Yan, her beautiful eyes flashed instinctively, her body contracted, and her private parts rubbed against the stone spikes, causing her to let out a moan, her face flushing even more. After several days of training, the young sect leader's fear had gradually been replaced by desire. Just as she was willingly opening her flower path, an unexpected event occurred. Zhang Yang waved his hand, and from somewhere he produced a three-foot-long ancient sword that shimmered with spiritual energy. "You...you want to kill me?" The blush of shame on Yuwen Yan's face vanished in shock, her jade face turning deathly pale. Although her beautiful eyes still shone with pleading, she was still unwilling to truly become Zhang Yang's woman.Zhang Yang feigned a threat, but seeing it had no effect, he let out a cold snort and suddenly cut the thin rope, causing Yuwen Yan to fall with a thud. "Yuwen Yan, if I can't have your heart, I'd rather die. You…kill me!" With that, Zhang Yang knelt on one knee, raised his sword with both hands, and actually presented the weapon to Yuwen Yan. "Ah, you?" Yuwen Yan's hands, which were covering her breasts, trembled. She thought: Zhang Yang has humiliated me for so many days, and now he's doing this? Does he think I wouldn't dare kill him? Shame and anger ignited Yuwen Yan's inner rage. Ignoring everything else, she removed her hands from her breasts, which were covered in the man's lip prints, and gripped the sword hilt tightly. "You bastard, you lecher, I'll kill you!" "Yuwen Yan, wait, I have something else to say." Zhang Yang's right hand accurately grasped Yuwen Yan's wrist, and he said with boundless pride, "I have a request. These past few days, I've been too impulsive, which led me to commit this wrong act. But after you kill me, please don't commit suicide. Perhaps you're right, Qiu Pingzhi is a good man, he will forgive you." Zhang Yang stared into Yuwen Yan's eyes for a few seconds, then slowly released his hand and closed his eyes. At this moment, the tip of the sword was less than a foot away from Zhang Yang's heart. Yuwen Yan gritted her teeth, and her heart trembled: Zhang Yang is willing to gamble his life to win my heart? Is he really that infatuated with me? No! That's not right, he's a lecher, a villain, he deserves to die a thousand times, ten thousand times! Whether it was the power of her anger or the effects of the drug wearing off, Yuwen Yan suddenly felt her spiritual power surge into the sword, causing the blade to emit a terrifying tremor like that of hell. Yuwen Yan's jade-like hand tightened, and then her beautiful eyes flashed with a murderous intent she had never felt before. "You sluts, you adulterous couple, I'll kill you both!" At that moment, a roar suddenly rang out from the cave entrance, and Qiu Pingzhi, covered in blood and wielding a sharp sword, charged in like a madman. "Qiu Lang, ah!" Yuwen Yan initially greeted Qiu Pingzhi with immense joy, but then her face paled, for Qiu Pingzhi's sword energy was aimed directly at her without the slightest hesitation. "Miss Yuwen, be careful!" Yuwen Yan stared blankly at the sword light. At the critical moment, Zhang Yang rushed over, and the two of them narrowly escaped being struck by the sword. At this moment, Qiu Pingzhi's aura was violent. He rushed forward two steps, turned around, and cursed, "Zhang Yang, you piece of trash, you have no taste whatsoever! You actually like the women from Yuanyang Lake, that's a notoriously lewd sect, ha ha ha..." In less than a minute, the crazed Qiu Pingzhi had Yuwen Yan and Zhang Yang cornered. He cursed loudly, then raised his flying sword high and unleashed his most powerful strike like a cleaver. Zhang Yang and Yuwen Yan had nowhere to hide in the narrow corner. Suddenly, Zhang Yang threw himself on top of Yuwen Yan, intending to shield her from the sword with his body. "No!" Yuwen Yan's heart skipped a beat. Her heartstrings were plucked by Zhang Yang's death-defying gaze. Then, a strange power exploded within her, causing her to instinctively push Zhang Yang aside. Almost at the same instant, Qiu Pingzhi seemed to step on a pebble, his foot slipped, and he accelerated forward. "Ah!" A scream pierced the air in the next instant, and the three people inside the cave remained motionless, as if turned to stone. Qiu Pingzhi's longsword had slashed deep into the stone wall, while Yuwen Yan's three-foot-long sword had pierced Qiu Pingzhi's chest. Blood flowed down the blade, staining Yuwen Yan's pale hands red. Zhang Yang lay two meters away, his face filled with shock, but secretly rejoicing. With a thud, Qiu Pingzhi fell to the ground, dying before he could utter a last word, slain by Yuwen Yan's sword. "Ah, I killed... killed... killed Qiu Lang, I killed him..." Yuwen Yan threw away the ancient sword, muttering to herself in a trembling voice, looking at her hands, unable to recall how she had thrust the sword out. A few seconds later, Qiu Pingzhi had stopped bleeding, but Yuwen Yan was still muttering in terror. Seeing this, Zhang Yang took a deep breath, then raised his hand and slapped Yuwen Yan hard across the face. "Yuwen Yan, have you been foolish enough? This kind of man deserves to die, why are you so sad?" "I..." Yuwen Yan's face burned with pain, but this time she didn't hate Zhang Yang at all. Instead, she involuntarily threw herself into his arms and burst into tears. Zhang Yang patted Yuwen Yan's shoulder, gently comforting her for a while, then sternly commanded, "Stop crying!" Yuwen Yan's crying immediately stopped. Her gaze towards Zhang Yang held the allure of lovers, a vulnerable dependence, and a respectful obedience. Zhang Yang withdrew his threatening hand, then softened his tone, tenderly comforting her, "Sleep, I'll hold you while you sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be alright!" "Okay, I'll sleep, you...you hold me tight." The drastic change in her life left Yuwen Yan's mind blank, like a program restarting! At this moment, Yuwen Yan completely relied on Zhang Yang for emotional support, falling asleep under his domineering command. A lingering sadness lingered on her lips, while her eyes shone with the joy of new life. Success! Truly, completely successful! Haha… Huan Yan is so useful! A beautifully made-up, obedient, and powerful “sister” had appeared out of nowhere, making Zhang Yang grin from ear to ear. Then, a thought, long overdue, flashed into his mind. “Sister, you’re so powerful, can you help your brother hunt…” Zhang Yang hesitated, unsure how to describe the demon spirit. "The spirit-transformed primordial spirit, is that what you mean, brother?" The weapon spirit, in perfect harmony with Zhang Yang, accurately stated the fundamental characteristics of the demon spirit, then, as always, said without a trace of joy or sorrow, "Illusory Smoke can't catch it. The spirit-transformed primordial spirit is different from the weapon spirit. It succeeded before because it was inside the Myriad Tribulations Formation, where it couldn't escape." Zhang Yang sighed somewhat dejectedly. It seemed he would have to continue his "seed-planting lecherous act." But then, a thought crossed his mind, and he laughed gleefully, thinking: The Ghostly Plum Blossom is really unlucky, hehe... "Brother, is the spirit-transformed primordial spirit your enemy?" "Sort of!" Zhang Yang answered reluctantly. In truth, he had never seriously considered this question. Unable to comprehend the complex thoughts of a half-human, the spirit continued its monotonous explanation: "The spirit-transformed primordial spirit has no self-awareness, just like a void energy floating in the air. Some special humans are like magnets to it, naturally attracting it." "Hehe... Sister, you're so smart, much smarter than that old man Qiankun!" Huan Yan's analogy of a "magnet" greatly enhanced Zhang Yang's understanding of demon spirits. He then waved his hand, forcefully erasing his distracting thoughts, and cuddled Yuwen Yan for a good night's sleep. The thin sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, and Wan Jie Valley welcomed a new day. When the sun was high in the sky, Zhang Yang stretched and walked out of the cave. "Zhang... Zhang Lang, you're awake! Let me fetch you water to wash your face." Yuwen Yan, wearing her torn clothes, shyly approached. Since surviving her accidental loss of virginity, her Mandarin Duck Playing in the Water Technique had naturally broken through its barrier. The current sect leader of Yuanyang Lake exudes charm and allure with every gesture. The beauty Zhang Yang had once "illusory" has now come to life before his eyes. "From now on, I'll call you Xiao Yan, and you can call me Husband Master. This young master doesn't like terms like 'husband' or 'concubine,' those are too cheesy." Zhang Yang's tone was solemn and cold, then he chuckled, "I'm not a big bad wolf, and you shouldn't be a little white rabbit anymore." Yuwen Yan was initially intimidated by Zhang Yang's imposing presence, then she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. How could a naturally gentle sect leader be a match for an evil weapon? In no time, she had completely submitted, body and soul. “Husband…Master!” With a “smack!” Zhang Yang slapped Yuwen Yan’s barely visible buttocks, then embraced her youthful, voluptuous body, saying, “Little Yan, let’s practice!” “Mmm…Master, eat first, it’ll get cold.” “Food is nothing compared to you, I want to eat you, hehe…Come on!” A spring breeze stirred, and the young sect leader slowly squatted in front of Zhang Yang, shyly taking his penis into her mouth. After a moment of awkwardness, Yuwen Yan finally revealed her identity as the sect leader of Mandarin Duck Lake, sucking with increasing ecstasy, her voluptuous body writhing alluringly. Zhang Yang could feel a surge of lust rising within him, and he felt as if his lower body was about to explode. He suddenly picked up Yuwen Yan and flew towards the cave. "Husband, no... Ah, Master, it hurts so much!" Yuwen Yan wasn't saying no, nor was she in excruciating pain; instead, she seductively teased Zhang Yang, catering to his burning desire. "Little Yan, I've mastered the Water Play Technique. Now you should let me... Hehe." Zhang Yang's gaze, hands, and penis were all focused on Yuwen Yan's beautiful buttocks. The young sect leader no longer resisted, but instead teased Zhang Yang's lust with a playful refusal, saying, "Husband, then try channeling your energy. Hmm, if it doesn't work, I dare not give myself to you." Seeing Yuwen Yan's plump and round buttocks trembling, Zhang Yang couldn't help but swallow hard. Then, with a soft shout, his penis suddenly grew larger and smaller, swaying up and down according to Zhang Yang's will."Husband, good master, come, I am all yours!" The young sect leader lay prone beside the stone bed, her fleshy buttocks raised high. Without Zhang Yang even lifting a finger, she had already used the "Mandarin Duck Playing in the Water" technique to widen her buttocks to their limit. Zhang Yang's breath hitched. He first shrank his penis, then slowly inserted it inch by inch into Yuwen Yan's rear. Shy moans and satisfied pleasure filled the cave. When Zhang Yang enlarged his penis to its maximum, Yuwen Yan screamed "Ah!" and two lines of happy tears streamed down her face. She thought: I have finally given myself entirely to the man behind me, finally recognized him as my only solace. With a "plop!", Zhang Yang thrust his penis forcefully, penetrating to the hilt. A sense of conquest filled Zhang Yang's heart. He held Yuwen Yan's waist, followed by hundreds of powerful thrusts! "Ah...husband, I'm going to...fly! Ah, quick, use the last move! Quick..." Yuwen Yan used all her strength to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Then Zhang Yang let out a muffled roar and used the last, strongest, and most magical move of the "Mandarin Duck Playing in the Water Technique." "Ah!" Yuwen Yan climaxed, climaxed again, and then climaxed a third time... "Uh!" Zhang Yang couldn't resist the temptation of pleasure. His seminal vesicles swelled and contracted, and he shot out hot semen into Yuwen Yan's tight and warm tender orifice. "Husband, quickly cultivate your internal energy. Remember, embrace yin and yang, and you will be reborn from the dead...ah..." At the moment of yin and yang merging, spiritual light appeared out of thin air, like a wave of water or a wisp of smoke, enveloping Zhang Yang and Yuwen Yan. Zhang Yang could feel his yang energy continuously flowing into Yuwen Yan's womb, undergoing mysterious changes and then flowing back, carrying with it the spiritual energy that Yuwen Yan had cultivated for more than ten years. With a thought, the evil youth accepted the infusion of spiritual energy, enjoying the unparalleled pleasure of floating on air while continuing to inject his yang essence into Yuwen Yan's body. Long moans rose and fell, and bathed in the radiant light, the man and woman remained motionless, embracing each other. An hour passed in the blink of an eye. In a daze, Zhang Yang felt a jolt in his head, his bones cracking and popping. After a moment of stunned silence, he was overjoyed, exclaiming, "Spirit...spiritual power! I have spiritual power! Haha...I'm a master of the Spirit Void!" Yin and Yang, essence and spiritual power, circulated and alternated with the help of desire, transforming Zhang Yang, while Yuwen Yan remained unharmed, her spiritual power even rising to a higher level. Upon waking, Zhang Yang felt the world before him was completely different. With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, Zhang Yang shouted, "Heaven and Earth's Righteous Law, Spirit Void Sword Moves!" Before the incantation even finished, an ancient flying sword appeared out of thin air, lifting Zhang Yang up. "Haha... I can fly!" "Hehe... Husband, you're amazing!" Zhang Yang's flight was actually wobbly and slow, almost like he was crawling, but Yuwen Yan's eyes shone with admiration, her hands gesturing wildly. At this moment, she reminded Zhang Yang of the perfect female slave, Qingyin. "Bang!" A loud explosion rang out on the Myriad Tribulations Cliff. Just as Zhang Yang ascended to the heavens, Qingyin suddenly burst out of the magic array set up by the master craftsman. The perfect female slave then leaped off the cliff, instantly engulfed by black smoke. Everyone on the cliff, except Ning Zhiyun, stood frozen in disbelief, thinking: How could Qingyin's spiritual power suddenly increase so much? How could this be? Had she been hiding her strength all along? If Qingyin is an imposter, then has she not lost her memory, or is she harboring malicious intentions? The Jade Maiden of One Yuan and the Old Man of Qiankun, being the most intelligent, also considered the most complex matters. The two exchanged a glance, and the Jade Maiden of One Yuan immediately said, "Senior, we can't wait any longer. I'll go down and investigate the situation, and bring Zhang Yang up." "Hmm, Meng girl, handle this carefully!" The Old Man of Qiankun frowned, agreeing with the unspoken meaning in the Jade Maiden of One Yuan's eyes. Granny Daoyue sensed the killing intent, perhaps because she had been in close contact with Qingyin these past few days. She panicked and flew to block Yiyuan Jade Maiden's path, saying in a deep voice, "Old monster, I never misjudge people. Xiaoyin is not pretending, let alone plotting anything. You cannot harm her." "Senior Daoyue, Lingmeng is worried about Xiaoyin's safety. You misunderstand. She cannot withstand the dangers of the Myriad Tribulations Formation." Before Yiyuan Jade Maiden finished speaking, she had already used the Breathless Jade to pass by Granny Daoyue. Even a Taixu expert would be powerless against this magical artifact. "Fairy, you cannot harm Xiaoyin!" Ning Zhiyun, taking advantage of the moment, rushed to the edge of the cliff. Although she didn't know magic, her perception was no less than Granny Daoyue's. "Young Madam Ning, I will bring Zhang Yang back safely. Huh?" Yiyuan Jade Maiden was about to fly past Ning Zhiyun when she suddenly froze, and the ethereal mist lost its calm. Influenced by the Jade Maiden of One Yuan, Ning Zhiyun instinctively looked down. In the next instant, she couldn't help but blurt out, "Ah, Xiaoyin, Miss Yuwen, and Silang! Silang!" Ning Zhiyun's extremely excited cheers echoed across the mountaintop. If Granny Daoyue hadn't grabbed her wrist in time, she would have surely fallen down. The dark clouds dispersed, and Zhang Yang appeared on his sword. Although his flying posture was awkward, it was like a thunderbolt striking everyone's hearts, and everyone's hearts were filled with mixed feelings. "Sister-in-law!" As soon as Zhang Yang touched the ground at the mountaintop, the first thing he did was hug Ning Zhiyun tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his body. After wiping away the tears from the corners of Ning Zhiyun's eyes, Zhang Yang greeted Granny Daoyue and Old Man Qiankun. As for the Jade Maiden of One Yuan and the other three "companions," he didn't even glance at them. At this moment, Qingyin and Yuwen Yan returned to the cliff. The Jade Maiden stepped forward to greet the two women warmly, then used them as a pretext to approach Zhang Yang, using her smile to dispel the resistance in his eyes. "Brother Zhang, were you angry that Lingmeng stood by and did nothing?" Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, unwilling to speak. The Old Man of Qiankun laughed, "Young friend, that was my idea. Don't blame Meng'er, hehe... quite a gain!" The Old Man of Qiankun's words made Zhang Yang and Yuwen Yan blush, especially Yuwen Yan, who instinctively hid behind Qingyin, her beautiful eyes lowered, not daring to look at anyone. Zhang Yang felt a sense of approval towards the Old Man of Qiankun and was even more grateful for the Sumeru Bag he had given him. After venting his frustration, he gestured for Ning Zhiyun to take Yuwen Yan aside, and then recounted what had happened at the bottom of the cliff, half-truthfully, omitting the matter of Huanyan and the Ghostly Plum Blossom. “Brother Zhang is truly amazing! No wonder Senior Qiankun favors you so much. Fortunately, Lingmeng also has great confidence in you. The new carriage is ready, and we can set off now. Otherwise, Ning Zhixian might be in mortal danger!” Having been delayed for nearly ten days at the foot of Wanjie Cliff, Zhang Yang dared not delay for Ning Zhixian's sake. He nodded and walked towards the carriage. At this moment, Granny Daoyue suddenly leaped forward and snatched the bronze ancient sword from Zhang Yang's hand, eagerly stroking it. A few seconds later, Granny Daoyue let out a long sigh of regret: "Young Zhang, I thought you'd found a treasure down there, but this is just an ordinary flying sword! Using it as your natal flying sword will make you a laughingstock. It would be better to have the Golden Stone Sect forge one for you." "No way! It's my savior! It's all thanks to it that I was able to kill that bastard Qiu Pingzhi!" Zhang Yang resolutely snatched back what others considered trash, deliberately brandishing the lifeless sword with great pride, and laughed, "I'll use it from now on. Anyway, you're not asking me to fight, are you?" The Jade Maiden of One Yuan and the Old Man of Qiankun shook their heads and smiled, while Jin Guang secretly snorted, becoming even more displeased with Zhang Yang's lack of ambition. Shui Lian somewhat agreed, believing that Zhang Yang knew how to be grateful. After a slight hesitation, she took the initiative to walk towards the carriage and become the female coachman. With the swordsmith dead, the craftsman injured, and Jin Guang lacking the same awareness, only Shui Lian was left to pull the carriage. The Evil Artifact Team finally overcame the perilous situation and resumed their demon-hunting journey. The Jade Maiden Yi Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes. Little did she know, Zhang Yang had already hunted a demon spirit at the foot of the cliff and gained an invisible super-helper! A brand-new carriage soared into the sky. Zhang Yang, Ning Zhiyun, and Qingyin sat inside. Yuwen Yan, though eager to join them, was too shy and, trying to conceal her presence, flew to the front alone. "Ah, finally comfortable!" The Evil Artifact youth rolled around on the soft couch several times, exclaiming in relief. Then, lowering his voice, he told Ning Zhiyun and the other girl the truth. Qingyin was furious yet amazed, while Ning Zhiyun was filled with curiosity about the artifact spirit, Huan Yan. Looking at the little girl who had appeared out of nowhere, she carefully reached out and touched Huan Yan's head, and Huan Yan surprisingly enjoyed her touch. Ning Zhiyun, her maternal instincts kicking in, began teaching Huanyan many basic human common sense concepts. Qingyin, however, was interested in the "Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water Technique" and asked cheerfully, "Master, what's the strongest move? You didn't explain it clearly just now, hehe..." "Hehe...you'll find out soon enough!" "Ah, Fourth Brother, don't do that, um...Huanyan is still watching, you...don't corrupt the children!" "Hehe...Master, go, Third Young Mistress, go!" The uncle and sister-in-law were making a ruckus in the cramped carriage, the perfect female slave cheering for both of them simultaneously, creating a joyful and lively atmosphere.Springtime colors rippled. Huanyan looked at the scene before her with confusion, thinking: "Brother and sister seem to be fighting, but not quite. Brother seems to have the upper hand, yet he also seems to be controlled by sister. Sigh... How complicated humans are!" The spirit blinked. Because the battle wasn't intense at all, out of boredom, she automatically transformed into a spirit body and flew back to Zhang Yang's primordial spirit space. Ning Zhiyun was finally carried onto the soft couch by Zhang Yang. Then, Zhang Yang's fingertips gently massaged her, and the mysterious "water flow" completely shattered Ning Zhiyun's resistance. Ning Zhiyun's clothes fluttered, and the thin veil between her legs was gently torn off. Then, Zhang Yang slowly pressed down on her, simultaneously unleashing his "strongest" move. Chapter Three: Divine Skill in Bed Zhang Yang's penis trembled, and then a red mark appeared out of thin air, like a giant dragon winding and coiling, wrapping around Zhang Yang's penis, rotating from the glans all the way to his lower abdomen, like an incomparably majestic male totem! "Wow, Master, what is this?" Qingyin, lying by the bed, couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. "Ah... Master, I want it..." The moment the perfect slave girl's fingertips touched the red mark, her private parts trembled violently, and her juices gushed out. "Little Yin, it'll be your turn later." Zhang Yang pinched the perfect slave girl's nipple with wicked pride, then pressed his glans against Ning Zhiyun's honey lips and slowly pushed it in. "Ah, ah, ah... ya, ya..." Zhang Yang's penis was only halfway in when the dignified and elegant Ning Zhiyun was already screaming like a wanton harlot. "Die... die! Silang, you... you're killing... your sister-in-law!" "Ah... I want... I want more, good husband, oh..." Zhang Yang's penis was fully inserted, then slowly pulled out, and a large gush of honey-like fluid spurted out, wetting half of the soft couch. Qingyin stroked her own body while leaning closer to Zhang Yang, exclaiming in amazement, "Master, you're amazing! Wow, this tattoo is spinning, it really is spinning!" "Mmm!" Ning Zhiyun secretly glanced at Zhang Yang's penis, then blushed crimson, her eyes glazed over. Ning Zhiyun had already experienced it firsthand, so she knew that Zhang Yang's penis was spinning, spinning so hard it was almost unbearable, so incredibly arousing. Zhang Yang's glans gently rubbed against her lips again, saying slowly and deliberately, "This is—the Nine-Turn Water Dragon Drill! Sister-in-law, I'm going in..." "Ah..." The Nine-Turn Water Dragon Drill had barely moved in and out ten times when Ning Zhiyun was already experiencing ecstasy, her moans like sobs. Qingyin lay on the edge of the bed, her small mouth less than three centimeters from the point where Zhang Yang and Ning Zhiyun's private parts met. She opened her beautiful eyes wide, observing Zhang Yang's penis with utmost care. The moment the Nine-Turn Water Dragon Drill touched her lips, the red mark immediately began to spin, like a hot drill, spiraling forward in the tight flower path. After all nine threads were inserted, Zhang Yang slowly withdrew, and the water dragon pattern immediately reversed nine times, bringing forth streams of spring water splashing! The nine turns of the water dragon were endlessly fascinating! A quarter of an hour later, Ning Zhiyun, unable to withstand such impact, lay limply on the soft couch, panting. "Four...Fourth Master, good husband, spare...me, no...I can't take it anymore..." Having learned such ingenious lewd techniques, Zhang Yang couldn't help but become wicked. The "water flow" from his fingertips slowly flowed over Ning Zhiyun's breasts, and he said wickedly, "Sister-in-law, how could you not be able to handle me?" "Ah, really...I really can't take it anymore! Xiaoyin, come here..." The rotating sensation came from the petals, making Ning Zhiyun both love and fear, and she hurriedly begged Qingyin for help. The perfect female slave had long wanted to experience Zhang Yang's nine-turn water dragon drill, but Zhang Yang secretly gave her a look, telling her not to make any rash moves. “Sister-in-law, when Si Lang was trapped in the Ten Thousand Calamities Formation, I was so afraid I would never see you again.” As Zhang Yang spoke, his fingers guided the honey-like fluid down to Ning Zhiyun’s buttocks, his fingertips lingering on her pink and delicate anus. Zhang Yang’s sweet words touched Ning Zhiyun’s heartstrings, causing her jade-like face to blush involuntarily, and she immediately understood his wicked intentions. “Si Lang, you naughty fellow, come on, your sister-in-law is afraid of you!” Ning Zhiyun said coquettishly, her flirtatious glance far more alluring than the undulating breasts and buttocks of a wanton woman. “Sister-in-law, you are so good!” Zhang Yang’s blood boiled instantly, and he kissed Ning Zhiyun’s slightly reproachful lips. After a passionate kiss, Ning Zhiyun lay shyly on the soft couch, while Zhang Yang stood proudly beside it, his shrunken Nine-Turn Water Dragon Drill thrusting forward, and with a “plop!” he occupied the last virgin territory of Ning Zhiyun’s body. "Ah!" Although Zhang Yang had shrunk his penis, the excruciating pain was still etched into Ning Zhiyun's heart. Her virgin blood flowed out, leaving behind the most beautiful spring scene on his penis and plump buttocks. "Bastard, little lecher, brat..." Inside the carriage, Zhang Yang and the other two were lost in a state of blissful oblivion, while outside, Shui Lian felt a tightness in her chest. Her jade face flushed red and then turned pale, alternating countless times. Finally, the ribbon pulling the carriage miraculously stopped trembling, and she bit her lips tightly, relentlessly accelerating forward, unintentionally speeding up the evil weapon team's progress. The city of Youzhou, where the Ning family was located, was getting closer and closer. Ning Zhiyun leaned against Zhang Yang's chest, a trace of worry appearing on her jade face. Besides the shackles of the mortal world, she was also worried about Ning Zhixian. "Sister-in-law, I won't let Zhixian down. After capturing the demon spirit, I'll marry her and let you two sisters... hehe." As he spoke, Zhang Yang's eyes shone, his mind wandering. Shyness dispelled the worry from Ning Zhiyun's brows. She gave a coquettish laugh, then half-heartedly allowed Zhang Yang to grope her. After the storm subsided, Ning Zhiyun said, "Fourth Brother, according to you, you want to win Zhixian's heart in just half a month? That's too difficult!" "Yes, I know her temperament. Taking it slow might be possible, but if we don't hurry, once the demon spirit grows stronger, Zhixian won't even have a chance to live!" "Please don't hurt Zhixian! Fourth Brother, promise me, no matter what, don't bully my sister like you did with Bailing." Ning Zhiyun pleaded pitifully, then said softly, "I understand her, maybe I can help you." "Haha...that's great! Sister-in-law, your information is definitely more useful than Granny Daoyue's." Winning over a beautiful woman is like a duel between masters, or a battle; knowing your enemy and yourself is the key to victory! Overwhelmed with gratitude, Zhang Yang unleashed his strongest move on Ning Zhiyun, his desire surging within him, the Nine-Turn Water Dragon stirring her flower path, causing it to bloom and overflow with nectar! From that moment on, Zhang Yang remained holed up in the carriage, not even showing himself to rest, nor explaining anything to the Jade Maiden of One Yuan. Knowing Zhang Yang still harbored some resentment, the Jade Maiden of One Yuan smiled leisurely, floated to Yuwen Yan's side, and said, "Sect Leader Yuwen, what is Brother Zhang doing? Can you tell me?" The young sect leader, having just stepped out of the carriage, instinctively blushed, straightened her clothes, and then said somewhat weakly, "He... he's reading a medical book, and Sister Zhiyun is teaching him." Without the influence of the demon spirit, Yuwen Yan was completely unable to withstand the pressure from the Jade Maiden of One Yuan. The Jade Maiden asked Yuwen Yan a few more questions before drifting away, muttering to herself, "This guy is just as the Old Man of Qiankun guessed; he's really working hard! Hehe..." Youzhou, one of the important border towns of the Great Han Dynasty, though not as prosperous as Yinzhou, had a much larger territory. The Divine Physician Ning family was located on the east side of Youzhou City, much like the Duke of Zhengguo's mansion in Yinzhou. The Ning family was well-known and highly respected in the area. At this moment, in an inn in Youzhou City, the three evil sect leaders—the Lord of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, the Lord of the Seven Star Palace, and the Young Master Lianhua—dressed in worldly attire, gazed at the sky outside the window. "Report, the target has passed the city gate and will arrive at Ningfu Alley in two quarters of an hour." Scouts from the Wind and Rain Pavilion kept entering and exiting through the back door of the inn, but the innkeeper and waiter ignored them, still smiling and welcoming guests. "Brother Cao, it seems that worldly gold and silver do have some use after all. In the blink of an eye, we've become the masters here, hehe..." The charming smile of the Flower-Loving Young Master gave people goosebumps, and even the Wind and Rain Pavilion Master couldn't stand it. Leng Die stood by the window, her cold, jade-like face shrouded in frost. She calmly asked, "Brother Cao, why did Erwu Yunu allow Zhang Yang to enter the city on his own? Is there a trap?" Before Leng Die could finish speaking, a scout from Fengyu Tower knelt at the door and reported, "Reporting to the Tower Master, Yiyuan Yunu and the others are resting on the mountaintop outside the city and have no intention of entering." The Tower Master's face lit up with joy as he replied to Leng Die, "Their purpose here is to lure Miss Ning, so naturally they don't want to make a big fuss. Besides, Yiyuan Yunu wouldn't have guessed that we could learn the news so quickly." "Brother Cao is right. Palace Master Leng, there's no need to hesitate. This alley in Ning Mansion is quiet, perfect for Palace Master Leng to set up the Seven Star Formation and kill Zhang Xiao'er in one fell swoop!" Leng Die's gaze fell, leaping over several rooftops to look at the Ning Mansion gate, less than a hundred feet from the window. Although Ningjia Alley was private property, passersby occasionally walked through it because of the healer's heart. The Seven Star Palace Master's usually icy face showed a rare hint of hesitation. "Brother Cao, Brother Lianhua, matters of the cultivation world are usually detached from worldly affairs. It's inappropriate for us to openly act here." "Palace Master Leng," the Seven Star Palace Master replied, "Those who accomplish great things don't concern themselves with trifles. Besides, the Jade Maiden of One Yuan has already crossed the line. Why be so rigid?"The Lord of Wind and Rain didn't urge her, but Young Master Lianhua looked displeased. The Seven Stars Long Dress, though cold, possessed a profound, star-like quality. Leng Die considered for a moment, but still couldn't overcome her own principles. Just then, another scout rushed in to report. "Report! Zhang Yang's carriage is almost at the entrance of Ningjia Alley. Judging from the sounds, Zhang Yang is having sex with a woman inside." In broad daylight, in front of everyone, this man dared to openly display his lust! He was truly a wicked and shameless scoundrel! Both the righteous and evil factions knew that the Seven Stars Palace hated those who indulged in lust. Leng Die's murderous intent surged, and she said, "Fine, I'll lend you the Seven Stars Robe. Brother Gouming will set up the Seven Stars Formation to take the lives of the adulterers!" A few minutes later, a carriage slowly entered the alley. Zhang Yang sat on the carriage shaft, talking to the people inside while casually waving his whip. The carriage drew ever closer, and the three evil sect leaders' breathing remained unchanged, yet they were all completely focused. An invisible void brewed with explosive power, shrouding Youzhou City in a chilling wind. Suddenly, a loud "bang!" erupted—not from the magic array at the Ning Mansion's entrance, but from the roof of the inn. "Brother Cao, an eye for an eye, Lingmeng will repay you with a grand gift today." At this moment, the three Taixu masters—Yiyuan Jade Maiden, Qiankun Elder, and Stealing Moon Granny—descended from the sky. In the instant their figures flashed, the Taixu True Fire seized the initiative, locking onto the three evil sect leaders. In a battle between powerful figures, victory or defeat hinged on a single thread. No matter how the three evil sect leaders shifted their forms, they couldn't shake off the Taixu True Fire, which clung to them like a leech. In the inn's courtyard, evil sect disciples disguised as waiters swarmed towards the small building. Suddenly, a mysterious light from the array descended from the sky, easily piercing through the bodies of a dozen or so disciples. The surviving disciples of the evil sect were still in shock when Jin Guang and his wife appeared out of nowhere. The reputation of the Five Elements Mountain's strongest disciple for ruthlessness was well-deserved; their spiritual power at the Great Void Breaking Heaven realm transformed into a rain of arrows, instantly turning the courtyard into a bloody battlefield. In the alley on the other side, Gou Ming frowned deeply, hurriedly retracting his Seven Star Robe and flying towards the small building. Yuwen Yan and Qing Yin flew out of the carriage, their flying swords radiating spiritual power far surpassing their former strength. If Jin Guang, who was desperately cultivating, saw this, he would surely be enraged to the point of vomiting blood. Gou Ming awkwardly dodged the sword energy from Yuwen Yan a

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