[The Progenitor of the Hehuan Clan] Chapter Nineteen: Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine (Part Two)

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In Xiang Yin's words, a good woman is like a fine wine aged for a hundred years; only after tasting it do you realize its endless aftertaste.
A good man is like top-quality braised pork, rich but not greasy, leaving a lingering fragrance in the mouth—that's the ultimate.
This purple-lipped woman, however, is a fragrant poison; an ordinary person would surely suffer excruciating pain if they drank it. Unfortunately,
Xiang Yin is no ordinary person. This purple-lipped beauty, known as the Black Widow, specifically targets handsome men, seeking them out for
sexual intercourse. She possesses an evil art, somehow learning to absorb men's essence to enhance her own power. Yet,
every man who sleeps with her becomes devoted to her, unwilling to let go. When their power is exhausted and they are no longer of use
, the Black Widow discards them, seeking new lovers. Just a few days ago, the Black Widow abandoned her old flame,
and now, feeling lonely, she sought out Xiang Yin, intending to take him into her fold.
Xiang Yin, having greatly improved his divine skills, fearlessly faced any challenge, and recited 999 services, allowing the purple-lipped woman to choose
one. The purple-lipped woman smiled charmingly: "Then naturally, I'll choose the biggest one."
The 999 services had a beautiful name: "A Thousand Lifetimes of Reincarnation." It involved continuous intercourse with the woman
, teasing her, reaching the limit of climax, thousands of times—the number was countless, the time felt like a thousand lifetimes.
The bed was a five-person large bed, made of the sturdiest wood. Two figures with spiky white skin rolled around on the bed. The woman had purple lips,
black hair, and black eyes, skin like milk, a beautiful face, and large breasts, each a handful, with brownish-black nipples
surrounded by small bumps. She was already aroused and hard. Xiang Yin used his tongue to lick her breasts, as if he were holding a fleshy bead in his mouth, finding it incredibly interesting
.
The two breasts were soft, white, and smooth. Xiang Yin felt as if he were kneading two dough balls, taking a bite, like eating a creamy steamed bun.
Her slender waist, like a white ribbon flowing down a mountain, offered little in terms of visual pleasure, yet served as
a link between the mysterious paradise below and the twin peaks above, easily held in both hands.
Below lay the soft, red, mysterious paradise, where even the most sensitive buds could frolic freely, finding
endless enjoyment.
The purple-lipped beauty was also a master in bed, her body like a water snake, twisting and turning exquisitely. Her vulva opened and closed like a
woman's mouth, indescribably wonderful. Lovemaking was like warfare, requiring tactics; if the tactics were countered, even with double the advantage, one
would be at the mercy of the enemy.
Xiang Yin, however, was fearless. It was like a thousand troops encountering a few thugs; a single drop of saliva from one could drown the other.
It was like a child showing off his sword in front of Guan Yu; before absolute power, all techniques became empty talk. Xiang
Yin's erotic spear could lengthen and shorten, retract and extend, moving like a magic staff, shooting when he wanted, and unable to
shoot even when he encountered a fairy.
The purple-lipped beauty, initially confident in her skill, was quickly aroused by Xiang Yin's
teasing. Xiang Yin pounced, and the beauty crumbled, releasing a torrent of fluids.
Xiang Yin, naturally, knew to proceed gradually, first relaxing, then tightening, taking his time. The purple-lipped beauty initially thought she was
strolling by a lake, enjoying the beautiful moonlight. Suddenly, she realized she wasn't by a lake at all; waves were crashing on the shore, and
beneath her soft sand lay an endless, surging sea. The ground shook violently; she was riding an underwater
roller coaster. As her limbs weakened and the world spun, she screamed in exhilaration.
Where was this roller coaster heading? The roller coaster's speed... Extremely fast, it flashed and approached. A large gate slowly
opened, with the words "Separation of Yin and Yang" written on it. It was the Yin-Yang Gate that separated the Yin and Yang realms in legend. Inside the gate was a large river,
the Naihe River. A beautiful woman with purple lips was sitting on a simple boat. On the boat was a ferryman wearing a bamboo hat, whose face resembled
Xiang Yin by eight parts. Countless ghostly hands reached out from the Naihe River, as if trying to grab something. The boat moved at an unknown speed, without any
rocking or swaying, as if floating on the river, slowly moving away. After a long time, the boat glided into a large gate with the words "Blissful Realm" written on it.
With each cycle of reincarnation, memories vanish. Emerging from this cycle is like a sudden dream, leaving behind only an empty pillow, a damp bed
, naked clothes, and all her money gone. The lingering scent of the ferryman has faded, like drops of air. The purple-lipped beauty had no concern for her money
. Her long-numbed heart showed faint signs of awakening. She remembered many things:
her father's abuse as a child, her husband's merciless humiliation, her father's lewd smile beneath her,
her husband's twisted face as she bled. Even the most hateful person has a pitiable side.
A crack appeared in her heart, small enough to hold only the straw hat from the ferry
and the silent face beneath it. Everything before was just a dream…
Two tears, tears she had sworn never to shed again at sixteen, slid down her beautiful face. These were tears of happiness, yet they carried
the bitterness of her heart.
Carrying countless riches, Xiang Yin sang a song and strode home under the full moon, eager to see
Aya's expression upon seeing all the money she'd brought back. Of course, how she earned it was a strict secret.
Just thinking of Aya's adorable smiling face made Xiang Yin unable to suppress a smile; he
didn't realize it was a smile of love.
Xiang Yin opened the door, expecting to be greeted by Aya's beaming smile, her alluring body
embracing him tightly, and her slightly hesitant yet angelic voice saying, "You're back!" Xiang Yin opened the door, but didn't
see Aya. He took a step closer; the room's furnishings were almost identical to when he left, just like the familiar figure.
"Aya?!" There was no response from inside the room. A small piece of white paper on the table
caught Xiang Yin's attention. On it, written in a slightly crooked but clear handwriting, were the words: "
Xiang Yin
, my husband: I'm leaving. Although I love you so much and wish I could always be by your side, accompanying you as wrinkles
slowly creep onto your forehead, in the sea, on the beach, under the moonlight, on the mountaintop, in
front of the world, caressing me in your most primal way, leading us to the hall of happiness. Although I
didn't know the word 'happiness' before meeting you, being with you has truly made me happy and joyful. My husband,
you taught me so many principles of life, taught me love and the responsibility of love. I truly love you, my husband. You
will be the only person I love in my life. Please forgive my selfishness, please forgive my abrupt departure. Don't worry.
Your loving wife."
This message was clearly not written by Aya all at once. Xiang Yin hadn't diligently taught her
how to write the common mainland language, only mentioning it occasionally. She must have been constantly consulting dictionaries, putting in a lot of effort
to write it down, and there wasn't a single typo. The tear stains on the paper weren't from a single outpouring of tears; the paper was
crumpled and soaked with Aya's tears.
Xiang Yin was also in tears. He had always thought he was strong and wouldn't cry easily. He
had sensed her impending departure more than once, but he always tried to distract her, trying his best to delay her.
You know, in this world full of powerful beings, two Foundation Establishment cultivators are as
easy for ordinary people to crush as two ants. Do you think I don't know you're worried about your mother? The question is, what can you do to help her?
What can you do to help her! Become someone else's hostage?!
Tears streamed down Xiang Yin's cheeks and dripped onto the floor. He crumpled the paper into a ball, his bloodshot eyes fixed
on the door. Perhaps it was still not too late to chase after him, but he didn't move. He let out a weak cry: " 　　Ah
!!! ...
"
...
The world is full of temptations: lust, appetite, power, money, addiction, passion...
The world is full of suffering: physical pain, heartache, the inability to stop, unfulfilled desires, lack of freedom, loneliness, the repetitive cycle of day after day
...
The world is full of joy: freedom, happiness, joy, comfort, the absence of pain...
The world is full of injustice: the gap between rich and poor, the gap between strength, the gap between appearance, the gap between physique, the gap between length...... 　　 Ten
years 　　 is neither long nor short, one-sixth of an ordinary person's life, but 3650 　　times the life of a worm, one ten-thousandth of the age of a ten-thousand-year-old tree, a tiny grain in the days of cultivation. Cultivation knows no days or months, loneliness 　　is tasted alone. 　　 Many people only see the glory of others, but cannot understand the hardships they swallow. 　　 Fortunately, I still have your memories... 　　 In the daily cultivation days, ten years, like a suffocating old wine, were gulped down by Xiang Yin. 　　 A few tears rolled down his cheeks, and he said to Xiang Yin: "Floating freely and carefree." " 　　 Ten years and three days later, suddenly snow fell from the sky, the snow rising from nowhere and falling slowly, just like Xiang Yin's state of mind. Xiang 　　Yin, his whole body radiating golden light, sat in his home at Yuanbao Academy. Thunder and rain gathered without warning, soon filling 　　the sky above the academy building. The entire Fugui Sect didn't care; this happened every few years. Was Yuanbao Academy 　　about to produce another Golden Core cultivator? 　　 The vice principal of Yuanbao Academy asked the administrative secretary, 'Have you found out? Which room?' 　　 The administrative secretary, a taciturn young man, looked at the display and said, 'A 　　young man named Xiang Yin, a new academy member on the first floor who has only been in the Fugui Sect for ten years. He's a survivor of that disaster, admitted to the sect through special admission. 　　' 　　 The vice principal stroked his white beard. 'Indeed, someone who survived that great disaster must be 　　a talent with both intellect and strength. Who is his mentor?' 　　 The young administrative secretary said, 'He didn't participate in the last selection ceremony, so it's certain he reached 　　this level through self-cultivation.' " The vice 　　 -principal frowned and said, "No mentor? Then he's in trouble. If he doesn't know how to restrain his own energy, he 　　will surely summon a high-level lightning tribulation, facing life and death on his own. No one can help him then, alas..." The vice-principal looked at the sky and 　　suddenly his expression changed drastically. "Oh no! It's a five-colored thundercloud! One of the strongest thunderclouds! We must go and see it quickly!" The vice - 　　 principal waved his hand, and the administrative secretary had already sent him away. 　　 Two sword-like eyebrows hung on the face of the middle-aged sect leader, who was 　　frowning deeply over the recent all-out attack on the sea tribes. He was reviewing the battle reports when suddenly, thunder appeared on the horizon. A slight smile appeared on the sect leader's lips 　　; he was happy that the sect was about to gain another Core Formation cultivator. The dark clouds squeezed together, revealing five colors. The sect leader frowned. 　　Who was this brat, so arrogant, daring to challenge the second most dangerous cloud of the Golden Core stage, the Five-Colored Auspicious Light? It wasn't that 　　easy; he might end up dead, his body and soul annihilated. The sect leader stood up, a flicker of interest in his eyes, 　　wanting to see how this young man would overcome this dangerous cloud. 　　 ...The ominous clouds, silent and slowly gathering their strength, floated above the building. Many fellow cultivators undergoing tribulations watched 　　from a distance—some at the Nascent Soul stage, some at the Golden Core stage, and some at the Foundation Establishment stage—to see how the five-colored ominous clouds would deal with those undergoing tribulations, or 　　to see which arrogant individual dared to face the second ominous cloud. 　　 Xiang Yin, however, remained unaware, simply sitting in his room. He was also unaware of the different levels of tribulation clouds; he simply wished to use 　　his own strength to attempt to transcend the Heavenly Dao. A wondrous change was occurring within his body: true essence was gathering, preparing to form a 　　golden core in his dantian. 　　 Suddenly, a flash of five-colored lightning appeared, and a golden snake shot out, seemingly traversing the gap of time and space in an instant, 　　passing through the rooftop unharmed, landing directly on the dazed Xiang Yin…

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