[Wuxia] Long Hui's Male Concubine (Complete) - 13

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Chapter Ten: The Capital Uproar.

The sky was overcast, the night stars had just set, and the sun had not yet risen. The entire imperial city was quiet. Cang Shitianzao's gaze swept over the familiar yet unfamiliar palace inch by inch. From this day forward, this imperial city and this country would change masters and belong entirely to him.

Despite his exceptional composure, his emotions were surging uncontrollably. Recalling the past and looking at the golden dragon robe he wore, he felt a sense of fulfillment, as if a long-cherished wish had finally been fulfilled. A mix of emotions welled up within him: joy, emotion, excitement… Since he was old enough to understand, he had been determined to avenge his ancestors' expulsion from the Demon Realm. After years of careful consideration, he finally began to act. Thirty years later, he had Tie Rushan fall ill without cause, and then allowed Tie Lie to take advantage of the situation, wreaking havoc across the land with his warlords, thus disrupting the Great Heng Dynasty's rule. He then sent his trusted confidants to infiltrate the Western Regions, gradually building his own power. During this time, he even had his disciples wreak havoc in the martial arts world, pretending to want to dominate it, thus confusing all sides and concealing his ambition to rule the world.

Knowing that the Huangfu clan still enjoyed popular support, a hasty replacement would only invite attacks from all sides. Therefore, he devised a plan to substitute one prince for another, setting his sights on the Prince of Xia. This prince was the emperor's younger brother, of noble lineage, and, moreover, he was mediocre and unambitious, thus attracting little attention and serving as a perfect cover for his own identity. He and Cang Shihai infiltrated the Prince of Xia's residence as gardeners, secretly learning the prince's lifestyle to carry out their grand scheme later.

During his infiltration, another golden opportunity presented itself: Consort Zhou, vying for the emperor's favor, actively recruited beautiful women for him. He then made a bold move, sending his own beautiful wife into the palace to gain favor and secretly sow discord within the court.

Just as the plan was halfway through, the three races reappeared in the mortal world, causing Cang Shitian to feel a sense of unease. At this time, the four princes were fiercely vying for the throne, and he had to grit his teeth, abandoning his interests in the Trapped Sky Island headquarters and the martial world, hiding all his forces underground, watching the good-versus-evil struggle between the three religions and three races, and laughing as the four princes turned against each other… Today, he had finally succeeded. Huangfu Wuji was in his coffin, and the Prince of Qi was dead. The throne was within his grasp. Although he had to temporarily impersonate the fat Huangfu Tengyun, what did that matter? As long as he could bring the world to his feet, what did a little hardship matter?

"After ascending the throne, I will first eliminate the Dragon Boy and his forces, then rule the world and pacify the Demon Realm and the Fiend Domain!"

Cang Shitian formulated his grand plan, his heart brimming with excitement and ambition.

The resounding tolling of bells and drums shattered the tranquility of the capital, awakening Cang Shitian from his reverie. He heard light footsteps outside the palace, followed by the announcement from a eunuch: "Your Majesty, the time has come!"

He took a breath, rose, and stepped out of the palace. By then, the bells and drums had already sounded three times, signifying that the officials of the Ministry of Rites had finished their sacrifices at the Temple of Heaven, the Temple of Agriculture, and the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and the grand and solemn enthronement ceremony was about to begin.

Due to the death of the previous emperor and the ascension of the new one, everyone wore mourning clothes in white, even the newly enthroned emperor was no exception, and the entire ceremony was shrouded in a somber atmosphere.

Cang Shitian, dressed in white court robes and wearing a hempen headscarf, descended from Jiaozi Mountain and stepped onto the sacred ground of the Temple of Heaven to perform the ritual of praying to Heaven and Earth.

Praying to Heaven and Earth was tantamount to swearing an oath to one's ancestors. Although Cang Shitian utterly disdained this ancestor Huangfu, he still went through the motions. After all the ceremonies were completed, the officials of etiquette presented a golden dragon robe for the new emperor to wear, followed by the crowning ceremony. The dragon robe and crown were now complete. The officials then presented a gold-inlaid jade box, which Cang Shitian opened, taking out an imperial seal—the very seal crafted from the finest jade. Thus, the new emperor finally ascended to the throne, reigning supreme over the world. The ministers immediately knelt and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

Standing atop the Altar of Heaven ,

Cang Shitian looked down upon his ministers, a surge of ambition rising within him to conquer all under Heaven. Cang Shitian proclaimed loudly, "The late emperor

died unjustly. All my peers under heaven, the first thing I must do upon assuming control of the Great Heng Divine Artifact today is to avenge the late emperor and eliminate the traitorous dragon demon and the disgrace of the three religions!" His righteous indignation was met with shouts of " Long live the Emperor!" from the assembled officials. Cang Shitian then asked, "Where is Marshal Zhang Huanyu of the Western Regions?" "Your humble servant pays respects to Your Majesty!" A military officer stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and awaited the Emperor's command. This man was about fifty years old, with dark skin, bronze eyes, and a bushy beard, making him appear quite imposing. Cang Shitian said, "I hereby appoint you as the Grand Marshal to quell the rebellion. Immediately prepare provisions, lead your army south of the Yangtze River, and wipe out the rebels!" Zhang Huanyu bowed in gratitude for the Emperor's favor and said, "Your humble servant will certainly not fail Your Majesty's trust!" Cang Shitian continued, "There are scoundrels among the three religions, but they are only a small minority. Most are still men of courage and righteousness. Today, I hereby appoint Bodhisattva Weituo as the National Preceptor, to spread the power of Buddhism and subdue demons for the people of Daheng!" A monk with long hair stepped forward to receive the decree and express his gratitude; this was the fake Weituo. Cang Shitian continued, "Today, I appoint Jin Ziyi as Prime Minister and Yin Fangxi as Grand Tutor. I hope that the talents of the three religions will serve the country, wipe out the rebels, and rebuild the prosperous land of China!" Everyone expressed their gratitude. Afterward, Cang Shitian appointed some disciples of the three religions, which was tantamount to incorporating the forces of the three religions. Cang Shitian's power was now at its zenith. After bestowing titles upon his trusted confidants, Cang Shitian used a conciliatory approach to strip long-serving officials of their power. For example, Pei Guodong, originally the Grand Tutor, was directly granted the title of Marquis of Qingfu by Cang Shitian, along with a large fief and salary. However, this effectively stripped him of his Grand Tutor position. Other officials also received this seemingly promotion but actually demotion treatment, but they were powerless to do anything about it. After all, a new emperor brings a new court, and compared to the practices of other dynasties, the new emperor was already being quite lenient with them. They only needed to relinquish their positions and hand over power to the new emperor's confidants; their fundamental interests remained unharmed. Upon taking the throne, Cang Shitian employed a combination of soft and hard tactics, promoting the Haotian Sect's subordinates and winning over the elites of the three sects, all without damaging the face and interests of the old officials. Everyone benefited, and even those who didn't gain anything had a way to save face. It was a win-win situation, demonstrating his skillful management of people. Ceremonial music resounded to celebrate the new emperor's ascension to the throne. The imperial throne awaited his arrival, and courtiers chanted hymns as the army paid homage, displaying the solemn majesty of the four seas uniting, the eight directions gathering, and the six realms submitting. Just then, the sky was ablaze with rosy dawn, and colorful clouds surged. Sycophants immediately seized the opportunity, shouting cries of divine blessing and good fortune for the emperor. However, a hint of solemnity appeared in Cang Shitian's eyes. This rosy dawn and colorful clouds seemed not to be a divine omen, but rather the true energy emanating from a powerful expert pressing in. Unknown clouds enveloped the capital, and suddenly, ten thousand swords appeared in the sky, paving a path for the emperor. The awe-inspiring, arrogant aura of the nine heavens and the universe swayed the winds and clouds within the imperial city. Clad in black robes and a black skirt, her snow-white skin was accentuated, her ethereal beauty concealing a chilling sword intent—it was none other than the Heavenly Sword Immortal, Yu Xiuting. "Traitorous officials dare to storm the imperial city! They're courting death!" The Imperial Guard general immediately led his troops to surround and kill her. Yu Xiuting raised her eyebrows slightly, her sword intent spreading in all directions, displaying an image of ten thousand swords submitting, leaving all who saw it speechless. Yu Xiuting took light steps, and with each inch she took, that invisible pressure forced open a foot of space, and none of the hundreds of thousands of armored soldiers could withstand it. This heavily guarded imperial city was like her own garden to Yu Xiuting. She moved with leisurely grace, as if taking an afternoon stroll, her lips parting slightly in disdain for the clown: "Today I will challenge the evil god of the world! Cang Shitian, do you dare accept the challenge?" Zhang Huanyu shouted, "Bold and unruly woman! This is the sacred altar of the imperial city! What evil god has come here to wreak havoc? But you have offended the imperial throne; your crime is unforgivable!" Yu Xiuting's gaze skipped over Zhang Huanyu, locking directly onto the culprit behind him, the evil hero, and she sneered, "You've become emperor but lost your martial spirit! You are destined for a miserable defeat!" "Bold!" With a sharp shout, Buddhist light surged in all directions. A Zen-like movement, a surge of immense power, and a sharp, fierce attack suddenly struck. The attacker was none other than the evil Buddha, the fake Weituo, who had possessed the Buddha's body. The fake Weituo countered with a palm strike, raising his hand to unleash the Great Brahma Seal, his true energy rushing towards Yu Xiuting. Yu Xiuting flicked her sleeves, skillfully transforming the force to unleash a torrent of Buddhist power.

The fake Wei Tuo struck again, unleashing the Lotus Flower Sacred Art. Yu Xiuting, unperturbed, channeled her energy with her jade fingers, her sword flashing—a move from the Heavenly Heart Sword Technique: Fierce Heart, Sharp Sword.

The two clashed head-on, their energy surging. The fake Wei Tuo retreated three steps, while Yu Xiuting's dress fluttered, her snow-white clogs remaining perfectly still. The difference in skill was immediately

apparent. Having just been appointed Imperial Preceptor, he suffered a defeat. Enraged, the fake Wei Tuo roared, "Ten Thousand Buddhas Sealing Evil Formation!" The Buddhist decree was issued, and the Dharma protectors immediately joined their palms in chanting, gathering Buddhist power to form the formation. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter

the group of monks' magic array. The battle situation changed immediately. With the assistance of the Buddha's light, the fake Wei Tuo's Yuan Gong increased by 30%. His summoning style was even more powerful and heavy. However, Yu Xiuting's face remained unchanged. She did not show any panic. She smiled coldly and said: "Do you think you can save face by relying on the array?"

The fake Wei Tuo rose from the ground and soared into the air. The Buddha's Dharma image appeared behind him. The lotus flower bloomed. He said: "Ignorant village woman, you offend the face of the emperor. Your sins are unforgivable. I, the Bodhisattva, sentence you to be eternally cast into the eighteenth level of hell!"

"Ignorant evil Buddha, today I will not only make you lose, but I will make you lose so badly that you have nowhere to hide!"

Yu Xiuting's shoulders slumped and her heels pulled. Her jade hands formed a sword incantation. Instantly, a solemn aura was formed. It was the Arhat Zen Sword, which came from the same Buddhist sect.

Buddhist disciples must first learn four basic martial arts: sword, saber, fist, and palm techniques. These are the Vajra Precept Sword, Arhat Zen Sword, Tiger-Subduing Long Fist, and Demon-Suppressing Palm. Therefore, the Arhat Zen Sword is essentially a beginner's martial art within Buddhism. Yu Xiuting learned this sword technique from Bai Lian, whom she had previously discussed swordsmanship with. Now, she uses it with the intention of both cleansing Buddhism of its scourge and provoking the evil Buddha.

Seeing his opponent use a crude attack, the fake Wei Tuo felt deeply humiliated and roared, unleashing a powerful and oppressive force of Buddhist energy.

Yu Xiuting remained calm, secretly channeling her sword energy to assess her opponent's strength and weakness, seeking an opening in his attack. Her slender, white fingers moved with effortless grace, swinging the sword upwards, striking precisely the weak point in the palm's power, shattering the Buddha's palm's radiant light.

Defeated by the initial form of the Buddhist style, the fake Wei Tuo felt deeply humiliated, his Zen mind in turmoil. Yu Xiuting's sword heart was as clear as a mirror, her movements flowing like water. With a wave of her hand, she unleashed the ultimate technique of the Azure Lotus Sword Song—the Red Seal Mountain and River Sword Vanishes Without a Trace. Instantly, the sword intent transformed into mountains and rivers, overwhelming the enemy. The fake Wei Tuo's physical body was brutally invaded by the sword energy, leaving only new crimson marks.

"You shrew

, stop your arrogance!" The fake Buddha was no match for the sword immortal. The Confucian scholar shouted and met the attack. Yin Fangxi and Jin Ziyi attacked together, their Purple Yang Yuan Power burning ever brighter, like the twin rays of the rising sun, illuminating all directions.

Yin Fangxi's palm blazed with fire, purple energy surging forth. It was the ultimate technique of the Confucian school—the Vast and Boundless Palm. This palm technique followed a fierce and powerful path, ranking alongside Zong Yixiao's Three Mountains and Five Peaks Palm as the foremost palm technique of the Confucian school. Today was his joyous day of being promoted to Grand Tutor, so he wanted to establish his authority before his subjects as soon as he made his move.

Jin Ziyi focused her energy, unleashing the "Moonlit Dance," a move whose elusive and agile nature perfectly compensated for the lack of variation in the Vast and Boundless Palm.

The former leaders of the righteous path, now turned against each other, Yu Xiuting once again displayed her unparalleled swordsmanship, wielding the Heavenly Fire Sword Cloud of the Heavenly Heart Sword Weapon. Instantly, fiery clouds transformed into swords in the sky, cascading down with scorching heat and overwhelming power.

The swordsman's imposing aura and the scholar's profound and solid strength combined to create a battle that shook the heavens and earth, the intense pressure forcing no one within ten feet to approach.

Suddenly, a surge of Buddhist power, undeterred by the swirling air, entered the fray. The fake Wei Tuo raised his hand, unleashing the "Three Buddhas of the Three Worlds," his palm forming a seal that crashed down on Yu Xiuting like a towering mountain.

Yu Xiuting flicked her sleeve, attempting a gentle strike, but upon contact, she felt the opponent's palm strike was powerful and heavy, showing no sign of weakness.

Just as Yu Xiuting felt a slight surprise, the two Confucian heroes joined forces to attack, immediately plunging her into a three-way battle. In

this critical moment, Yu Xiuting's jade-like face remained calm and composed. With a flick of her wrist, a majestic, ethereal sword was unleashed. A crimson-black divine weapon flew through the air, like ink jade in the night sky, unleashing a torrent of sword light, its soaring energy transforming the heavens, instantly illuminating the world as bright as day, forcing the three masters to retreat. Yu

Xiuting held the sword in her delicate hand; the ink jade longsword, set against her black robes, appeared even more elegant and ethereal. The beautiful woman's snow-white face, starry eyes, peach-blossom cheeks, and red lips were particularly striking in the fierce, murderous wind, and her noble and exquisite figure revealed a touch of softness under the bright sun.

Trapped in a pincer movement, Yu Xiuting remained calm, secretly pondering a strategy to defeat her enemy: "The fake Buddha was clearly struck by my sword energy, yet he showed no obvious harm. Could it be due to this physical body?" Yu

Xiuting's beautiful eyes locked onto the fake Buddha, and she activated her sword heart to probe its true nature.

She immediately sensed that the fake Wei Tuo's body was brimming with true energy, his flesh brimming with vitality, and there were no signs of injury. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she probed again with her sword heart. Yu Xiuting immediately sensed a surge of primordial energy stirring within the fake Wei Tuo's spiritual platform, and a slight discord deep within his Niwan Palace. She instantly realized—this Niwan Palace was the abode of the primordial spirit. Although this villain had gained immense vitality from possessing the Tathagata's sacred body, resulting in rapid recovery from injuries, this body was not his original one, hence the slight discord between his primordial spirit and physical form.

The fake Wei Tuo seemed to sense that Yu Xiuting was probing his strength, and shouted, "Ignorant shrew, how could you possibly fathom the mysteries of the Tathagata's Holy Body!"

Just then, a sweet, charming laugh rang out, like a spring breeze or autumn waves, making all who heard it feel their bones go numb, their hearts pound like cats, and their skin crawl like ants. Those with weak willpower fainted on the spot, while even those with some cultivation dropped their weapons, dumbfounded.

"Hehe, Wei Tuo Bodhisattva, what great Buddhist power you possess! I wonder if the Tathagata's Holy Body can allow you to leave this secluded palace!"

The enchanting voice entered his ears, laughing mockingly. The fake Wei Tuo, struck in the wound, immediately flew into a rage and shouted, "Witch, show yourself and die!"

Cang Shitian also sensed the identity of the newcomer and immediately shouted, "Wake up, all of you! Don't be bewitched by this demon!"

His shout contained a touch of Buddhist chanting, and those who had lost their minds immediately regained their senses. The soldiers mustered their remaining strength and rushed towards Yu Xiuting.

A phoenix cried out, its laughter ringing out: "You dare to send so many men to beat up a mere woman, Cang Shitian, you have quite the nerve!"

Cang Shitian remained silent, ordering his soldiers to continue their advance, determined to kill the beautiful woman on the spot.

Unexpectedly, seven colors surged in the sky, radiant light cascaded down, eight wings spread, and a phoenix cried out: "Shrimp soldiers and crab generals, retreat!"

The threatening voice carried an irresistible force, and the imperial guards involuntarily retreated, as if carrying out an imperial decree. The emperor, sitting on the high platform, was furious, saying: "It's the demoness's method of stealing the goddess's spirit! Masters, quickly chant sutras to suppress the demon!"

The high monks immediately closed their eyes and chanted sutras, the pure and solemn chanting counteracting the demonic spell.

Just then, a phoenix cried out, and a five-colored phoenix circled in the sky, bewitching all directions. It was a technique of the same origin, with the harmonious cries of phoenixes and luan birds filling the air with a mysterious allure, seducing hearts and captivating souls. The Buddhist chants collapsed instantly, the monks coughed up blood, and their vital energy was greatly diminished. The soldiers, deprived of the protection of the chanting, also fell into confusion, retreating in a daze. The soldiers in the rear could not avoid them and collided with each other. Those bewitched soldiers had only been following the spellcaster's instructions to retreat, and now that their retreat was blocked, they were enraged. They drew their weapons and fought with their comrades in the rear. The soldiers in the rear had no choice but to fight back, and the battle was fierce and brutal, with blood flowing like a river.

Although the Confucian and Buddhist practitioners were not affected by the bewitching technique, they were also shocked by its effectiveness. Yu Xiuting seized this hard-won opportunity and attacked when their minds were relaxed. She used the ultimate technique that had defeated the three sects' innate masters—Ink Dance Heavenly Fragrance Flowing Ten Thousand Blossoms! The three were instantly plunged into a world of ink wash painting, where all they could see was black and white. Before they could recover from their shock, they saw the Yan Ting sword unleash a torrent of ink-wash sword energy.

Yin Fangxi immediately activated his Heavenly Silkworm Silver Hand technique, using all his strength to desperately block the attack, holding firm.

The fake Wei Tuo also summoned his Buddha's Radiant Pestle, forcefully blocking the sword immortal's ultimate technique.

"You shrew, today Confucianism and Buddhism join forces, and I'll bury you in a foreign land!"

Confucianism and Buddhism first blocked the attack, then unleashed their inner power, forcefully breaking through the ink-wash sword barrier.

"What's so strange about Confucianism and Buddhism joining forces? Behold my method of man and sword in harmony!"

Yu Xiuting smiled faintly, immediately unleashing her follow-up move. Her spirit and energy were raised to their limit, her sword mind clear and bright, the sword moved with her heart, her will followed her body, and her longsword thrust to the left.

Yin Fangxi blocked the sword's edge with his Heavenly Silkworm Silver Gloves, Jin Ziyi rushed over with a punch, aiming for Yu Xiuting's dantian, and the fake Wei Tuo also took the opportunity to swing his Buddha-shining pestle towards the back of Yu Xiuting's head.

Unexpectedly, the moment Yu Xiuting thrust her longsword, her body was as if blown by a whirlwind, floating out like soft cotton, and with a whoosh, a sword finger shot straight for Jin Ziyi's face. For a moment, it was unclear whether it was the sword immortal wielding Yan Ting, or Yan Ting leading the sword immortal.

Jin Ziyi remained calm and composed, her fist sweeping upwards from below towards Yu Xiuting's throat, intending to force her to defend herself and thus dismantle her killing move.

However, as Yu Xiuting pointed, the Yan Ting Sword was already drawn back, flashing back with a whoosh, slashing towards Jin Ziyi's wrist.

Jin Ziyi dared not use her flesh and blood to block the divine edge of the Yan Ting Sword, and had no choice but to retreat. Yu

Xiuting did not pursue, but instead deflected her sword, pointing it at Yin Fangxi.

Seeing the opponent's superb swordsmanship, Yin Fangxi dared not linger and also retreated with Jin Ziyi. Yu

Xiuting forced back two powerful enemies with one move, and then stepped forward to kill the fake Wei Tuo. She displayed her divine skills again, sometimes wielding the sword as herself, sometimes making the Yan Ting Sword her master, and Yu Xiuting the weapon in its hand. When she used it with exquisite skill, it was breathtaking. She was dressed in black robes and had a beautiful face, with a graceful and ethereal figure. Her sword danced across the sky like a dragon, her movements as swift as a dragon, her swordplay illuminating the world.

Yu Xiuting unleashed the divine technique of man and sword in perfect harmony. The soul within the sword in her hand began to awaken. The Yanting sword, formed from the blood of the two, now possessed an unprecedented level of sword immortality, its essence and spirit connected to the sword's primordial soul. Yu Xiuting seemed to hear the deep, resonant breaths of a dragon. What she held in her hand was no longer just a precious sword, but a colossal dragon eager to break free and soar through the heavens.

Yu Xiuting roared, "Cang Shitian, you call yourself the Son of Heaven, have you ever witnessed the might of a true dragon!"

As she spoke, she gathered her energy, unleashing a torrent of fiery inner force. The dragon blood within the Yanting sword, catalyzed by the sword's core, instantly awakened. The sword transformed into molten iron, which in the blink of an eye condensed into a dragon shape—a gigantic dragon with bared fangs and claws, coiling around her.

Yu Xiuting's crimson dragon roared to the sky, its blood-red maw spewing forth countless sword energies—the final form of the Heavenly Heart Sword—Universal Divine Qi, Ten Thousand Swords of Heavenly Punishment.

Yin Fangxi and Jin Ziyi were no match for its sharpness and could only retreat. Although they dodged quickly, the sword energy was also swift and fierce. Even with their best agility and lightness skills, they could only avoid half of the sword energy. The remaining half pressed down, and the two had no choice but to raise their energy to meet the attack, adding another defeat to their record. Their Confucian robes were stained red with blood. The two branches of the Confucian school were defeated! Luo Qingyan, who was suspended in the sky, couldn't help but marvel. She opened her mouth slightly and recited a poem in praise: "Crimson lips and black sleeves, she raised her fair hand, and with a dance, the sword's edge shook the eight directions. Heavenly weapon thunder ignited the stars, and the ink sword transformed into a dragon, condensing clear light."

Lu Mingluan said, "Senior sister, don't rush to praise her. It seems that Valley Master Yu has another move to make."

Luo Qingyan looked down and stared at the battle.

She saw that Yu Xiuting was thinking about controlling the dragon, multitasking, while her real body was close to the fake Wei Tuo. Her sword intent was concentrated in her jade fingers, and she stabbed the fake Buddha's vital point with lightning speed.

Instinctively, the fake Wei Tuo tried to use his Bodhi Golden Body to defend himself, but Yu Xiuting's sword energy was too fast to comprehend. Before he could even muster his protective energy, his sword finger pierced his Tanzhong acupoint, causing his true energy to stagnate. What followed was a series of rapid sword strikes from Yu Xiuting. After Tanzhong, multiple acupoints, including Rugen, Qimen, Shenque, Zhongji, Guanyuan, Qihai, Zhangmen, Taiyuan, Yingchuang, Ruzhong, Jiuwei, Juque, and Qugu, were all pierced by the sword energy.

The fake Wei Tuo felt as if all his internal organs were stuck together, every muscle felt like it was about to break, and his tendons and veins were swollen and about to shatter, causing him unbearable pain. He had a slight impulse to separate his primordial spirit from his body, but as soon as this thought arose, Yu Xiuting's sword finger struck again, landing on his Baihui, Yintang, Jingming, Taiyang, Renzhong, Ermen, Yamen, Shenting, and Renying acupoints. The sword energy immediately locked his primordial spirit firmly within his body.

The fake Wei Tuo coughed up blood, incredulously asking, "What...what did you do?"

Yu Xiuting replied, "You were struck by my 'Heavenly Gang Pointing Vermilion'."

The fake Wei Tuo's expression changed drastically. He had heard of a deadly technique within the Heavenly Heart Sword, which used the thirty-six stars of the Heavenly Gang as its sword intent, targeting thirty-six vital acupoints on the human body. Once these acupoints were struck, the body's blood and qi would flow backward, internal organs would rupture, and the body would explode, resulting in death—an inexplicable move.

He tried breathing deeply a few times but found nothing unusual.

Yu Xiuting said calmly, "I haven't struck all thirty-six of your vital points, so you won't die immediately. You'll have eighty-one days of life left, but for those eighty-one days you'll suffer the agony of being pierced by ten thousand swords until you die. Also, your primordial spirit has been nailed to your body by sword energy, so don't even think about escaping!"

The fake Wei Tuo's face turned ashen, his eyes flashing with a vicious and cruel light. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Poisonous woman... you'll die a horrible death!"

"Who will die a horrible death!"

Seven-colored divine light descended from the sky, and a powerful palm strike sent half of the fake Wei Tuo's body sinking into the ground. He coughed up blood, his hair disheveled, and his body covered in mud.

Lu Mingluan stepped on his head and sneered, "Originally, I was going to take your dog's head today, but after hearing what the Sword Immortal said, I've changed my mind. I'll spare your worthless life for now, and let you suffer the most pain before you die, so that I can vent my hatred!"

The fake Wei Tuo was consumed by rage and coughed up another mouthful of blood, then fainted from anger.

Luo Qingyan descended from the sky at this moment, her phoenix eyes scanning the surroundings, but she couldn't find Cang Shitian's whereabouts. She couldn't help but sigh, "Cang Shitian has already escaped in the chaos. It seems that it will be difficult to force him to reveal his true form today."

Yu Xiuting said, "It doesn't matter. I came here today only to dampen his spirits and prevent him from accumulating power. Now that the goal has been achieved, let's leave!"

Cang Shitian ascended the throne and became emperor. His power was like the rising sun, and his fortune was soaring. It was a perfect match between heaven and man. If he were to successfully ascend the throne and enjoy the homage of civil and military officials, his ambition would be extremely high, his mind would be open, and he would be able to strategize with ease. At that time, the situation of Long Hui and others would be even more precarious. Therefore, Yu Xiuting made a scene in the capital on the day of his ascension to the throne in order to humiliate him in front of the ministers, make this traitor who plotted to usurp the throne lose face, and hinder Cang Shitian from accumulating the dragon vein's fortune, so as to bring a glimmer of hope to the three regions of Jiangnan, Liaodong, and Beijiang.

Yu Xiuting asked, "Sister Luo, why did you come to Yujing as well?"

Luo Qingyan smiled and said, "Mingluan has repaired his Qi Sea and entered the Innate Realm. He's eager to try his luck, so I suggested we come to Yujing to give this evil god emperor a good thrashing."

Lu Mingluan snorted, "He's such a coward! Even as emperor, he's still so afraid of death. He actually used the Imperial Guard as cover to escape. How disappointing!" Yu Xiuting

smiled, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Not necessarily disappointing!"

A fresh force rushed towards the three women. There were no fewer than four thousand men, well-equipped, and they were the elite Imperial Guard.

The musketeers raised their guns and fired. This musketeer team had two hundred men, fifty of whom were equipped with God-Slaying Muskets. With a pull of the trigger, the bullets shot out, their power seemingly no less than that of a sword immortal's sword energy.

But the sword energy was invisible, while the fireballs were tangible. Lu Mingluan didn't even raise her eyes; her delicate hands formed a seal, and seven-colored divine light filled the surroundings, absorbing all the fireballs.

Then, with a flick of her sleeve, Lu Mingluan returned the fireballs to her opponents, killing all the musketeers.

"How utterly boring!"

Lu Mingluan spat, immediately unleashing the Mysterious Charm Soul-Stealing Technique. The power of this technique, now at its peak, was far greater than before, its influence covering an area. Previously, she could only control thirty to fifty people at a time; now, at her peak, she controlled over three hundred, turning them against her.

Yu Xiuting said, "A prolonged battle is pointless; let's leave!"

The two demons nodded in agreement, then put away their playful mood and soared into the sky. A phoenix spread its wings and soared through the heavens. Yu Xiuting was equally impressive; her sword spirit activated, and a giant red dragon roared as it rose from the ground. Yu Xiuting lightly lifted her snow-white clogs and rode the dragon.

It was truly a scene of sword immortals riding dragons, traversing the heavens, and phoenixes spreading their wings and soaring through the nine heavens.

Hearing this, everyone was full of praise.

Long Hui thought to himself, "Valley Master Yu didn't know beforehand that Sister Luo and Mingluan would appear, yet she went to the capital alone, challenged the world with her sword, played a trick on the coronation ceremony, and humiliated the false emperor Haotian. Her courage and martial arts are truly unparalleled."

Chu Wanbing asked, "Second Mother, why hasn't my mother returned yet?"

Yu Xiuting replied, "Sister Luo still has important matters to attend to, so I shouldn't ask too much."

Chu Wanbing said "Oh," her brows furrowed with worry, concerned for her mother's safety.

Long Hui squeezed her small hand and said softly, "Bing'er, don't worry. With the Empress's cultivation, Yujing is nothing more than a place she can come and go as she pleases. Besides, with the help of Ming... cough cough, Miss Lu's Xuanmei Soul-Stealing Technique, even a million-strong army can't do anything to them."

Chu Wanbing was relieved, but recalling Long Hui's hesitant mention of the word "Ming" earlier, a surge of jealousy welled up in her heart. She gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly, "You little rascal, calling out 'Ming Luan' in front of me, are you asking for a beating!"

Yu Xiuting said, "Long Hui, you must be careful. Although the fake Wei Tuo was hit by my Life-Locking Sword Qi, Yin..." Fang Xi and Jin Ziyi remained arrogant. As giants of Confucianism, they controlled the discourse of scholars throughout the land, and to outsiders, they were meritorious officials who had served the emperor, seemingly the leaders of the martial arts world.

Wei Xuexin said, "They were both defeated by Mother's sword, losing face completely. They still deserve to be called leaders." Yu Xiuting said,

"Xuexin, you can't judge a book by its cover. Although they were defeated by Mother's sword, their Confucian prestige remains, and they are still the Grand Tutor and Prime Minister of the court. They could become the leaders of the three religions at any time."

The women were secretly shocked, thinking that these two could at most control Confucianism, how could they possibly dominate the three religions?

Long Hui pondered for a moment and said, "What Valley Master Yu means is this: now that the fake Weituo is nearing death, Buddhism is in a leaderless predicament, and Taoism is being persecuted by the court because of Master Jingchen. Many disciples will inevitably defect to the court to protect themselves. Similarly, Canghai Pavilion is being excluded by the Confucian school because of Pavilion Master Zong. Jin Yin and the other two can then gather most of their forces."

Yu Xiuting nodded and said, "Indeed, Cang Shitian's appointment of them to high-ranking positions reflects this intention. Two mere official positions are enough to gather the elites of the three religions; such a deal is a sure win."

Long Hui said self-deprecatingly, "Back then, Cang Shitian was wanted and hunted by the three religions..." "Your disciple has now transformed into the Grand Master of the Three Religions. Truly, the world is unpredictable."

Yu Xiuting asked, "Long Hui, Cang Shitian is now preparing to mobilize the Western Regions army to deal with you. What is your plan?" Long Hui frowned and pondered for a moment before replying, "The Western Regions army numbers over 200,000, no less than the Iron Wall Pass at its peak. Add to that Qiu Baifei's Jiangnan army and the forces of various military garrisons, and the total number of troops attacking will likely be no less than 500,000. If we include the disciples of the Three Religions and the assistance of various martial arts sects, the number will probably be even greater. A rough estimate suggests that Cang Shitian can mobilize around 800,000 troops!"

The women gasped, their faces dimming.

Long Hui only had a little over 20,000 men at his disposal. Even if he included the troops from Iron Wall Pass and Liaodong, and even the forces of the Panlong Sacred Vein, he wouldn't exceed 250,000. Moreover, these troops couldn't be gathered together due to various restrictions, making their future uncertain.

Long Hui smiled optimistically and said, "It won't be a short time for Zhang Huanyu to come to Jiangnan from the Western Regions. Including the preparation of supplies, it will take at least three to five months. We still have time."

Seeing his composed demeanor, the women felt reassured and their hearts were at ease.

After instructing the servants to arrange accommodations for Yu Xiuting, Long Hui returned to his room. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by a fragrant aroma and surrounded by beautiful women. It turned out to be Chu Wanbing and eight other women eagerly awaiting his arrival.

The young phoenix, with a charming smile and graceful demeanor, approached him, diligently removing his cloak and saying, "My lord, you've worked hard. Please come inside and let me brew you some hot tea."

As the saying goes, "Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious," and this girl's extremely unusual attitude alerted Long Hui. He coughed and said, "No need for your trouble, my lady; I can do it myself."

Unexpectedly, Chu Wanbing sweetly called him "good brother," melting Long Hui's heart and making him completely captivated, allowing her to serve him.

Chu Wanbing served him tea and water flawlessly, and afterwards, she stood behind him, extending her soft hands to massage and rub him, relieving his fatigue—truly a virtuous and kind wife.

Chu Wanbing then gave Wei Xuexin and Bai Lingyu a look, and the two women also joined in serving him. Wei Xuexin brought pastries, and Bai Lingyu offered fruit, feeding Long Hui one after another, allowing him to enjoy boundless bliss.

Chu Wanbing gently stroked Long Hui's acupoints on his head and face with her soft, delicate fingers, promoting blood circulation. As she massaged him, she said, "Husband, Second Mother's sword is incredibly powerful; it can even transform into a dragon shape. How is this possible?"

Long Hui replied, "Perhaps it's because the sword is stained with my blood, coupled with the Valley Master's extraordinary swordsmanship, that the dragon blood awakened, causing the sword to transform into a dragon."

Chu Wanbing nodded thoughtfully, then said, seemingly intentionally yet unintentionally, "It's precisely because it's stained with your dragon blood that it's so powerful."

Long Hui, slightly tipsy from the rouge fragrance and hearing Chu Wanbing's admiring words, couldn't help but reply, "That's right, it's because it's stained with my blood that scrap metal can become a divine weapon.

" She leaned close to his ear and whispered sweetly, "Husband, Bing'er also wants a divine weapon."

Without a second thought, Long Hui replied, "Alright, whatever Bing'er wants, I'll do my best to satisfy her."

Chu Wanbing giggled and said, "You can't be biased; the other sisters also need a good weapon."

Long Hui said, "No problem, I'll go find a blacksmith tomorrow to forge suitable weapons for all my beloved wives."

Chu Wanbing chuckled and said, "No need for that trouble; there are readily available weapon materials right here."

Long Hui was puzzled, but when he came to his senses, he felt a chill run through his body. The little phoenix's bright, clear eyes were gleaming with a cold light, like a hungry jackal eyeing a fat lamb. Unfortunately, Long Hui felt like he was that fat lamb.

"Husband, since your blood is so miraculous, able to turn scrap metal into divine weapons, why don't you humble yourself and forge a few divine weapons for us sisters as well?"

Chu Wanbing smiled as she drew the Phoenix Sword from her waist, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Our weapons aren't just scrap metal either, so the transformation shouldn't require much of your blood. Please, husband, extend your wrist."

A cold light shone through, and a smile played on her lips. Long Hui immediately jumped back a few steps, as if facing a formidable enemy, saying, "Bing'er, weapon transformation isn't something that happens overnight; it requires the right time, place, and people."

Chu Wanbing laughed, "That's easy! We'll try a few more times. If once doesn't work, we'll try twice; if twice doesn't work, we'll try three times; if three times doesn't work... " "Fine..."

Long Hui hurriedly interrupted, "Stop! You brat, are you only satisfied if you bleed me out?"

Chu Wanbing rolled her eyes, looking like she was saying whatever she wanted, which infuriated Long Hui. He muttered to himself, "Indeed, those who offer help without a reason are either up to no good. The ancients were right."

Chu Wanbing stomped her foot and pouted, "You're willing to give your blood to Second Mother, but can't you give some to us sisters? You're so biased!"

Long Hui seized on the loophole in her words and retorted, "Fine, I'm not biased, but Bing'er, you also have phoenix blood. Shouldn't you contribute some too? As the saying goes, dragon and phoenix combined, yin and yang in harmony. With our blood essence fused, we can surely forge an even better weapon."

Seeing that her nemesis was trying to drag her into this mess, Chu Wanbing used a feigned retreat, pulling up her sleeve to reveal her snow-white arms, striking a pose of heroic sacrifice, and said, "Fine, then cut my wrists and let my blood flow!"

Looking at her translucent skin, Long Hui knew he couldn't bring himself to do it. Just as they were locked in a stalemate, Lin Birou suddenly whispered a few words in Chu Wanbing's ear. The little girl's face lit up immediately.

The little phoenix's eyes twinkled, and she smiled, "Husband's suggestion is excellent. We should both donate some blood. How about this, I'll donate as much as you want, okay?"

Long Hui thought for a moment, feeling he wasn't at a disadvantage, and nodded, "Okay!"

Chu Wanbing added, "To ensure neither of us loses out, how about we donate blood at the same time?"

Long Hui also nodded in agreement.

Chu Wanbing grinned from ear to ear, lowered her head and calculated with her fingers, saying, "Then let's take out the blood together in three days."

Long Hui agreed without thinking, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately felt something was amiss. He quickly pondered what would happen in three days, and after thinking for a long time, his expression changed drastically. He cursed the cunning witch in his heart, for three days later was exactly the day this damned girl's menstrual period. In

Chapter Eleven, "The Trap Between Two Demons,"

after being tricked by Chu Wanbing, Long Hui immediately resorted to a shameless trick, directly throwing out the words, "As the saying goes, one drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood. I'll give you as much as you want."

These words made the women blush with embarrassment, and they raised their fists to hit him. Chu Wanbing was only jealous of him and Lu Mingluan, so she used the bloodletting to make things difficult. Now that she saw this little rascal had angered everyone, she went with the flow and issued a prohibition to this lecherous man—he was not allowed to sleep with any of the women before marriage.

Five days before the auspicious day, the wedding arrangements were handed over entirely to the inner court. The three women, Chu, Wei, and Qin, had all experienced the joy of weddings, and with the support of the Qin and Cui families in terms of manpower and resources, they handled everything with great ease.

Little Phoenix bought a house in the city for Long Hui as their bridal chamber, while the talented Qin directed the maids and servants to arrange everything. With such a virtuous wife, Long Hui had no worries and could focus entirely on politics and military affairs, discussing detailed plans for the future with Feng Wangchen and others.

Long Hui pondered, "Our army has temporarily stabilized its position, but the problem of the demon race still needs further resolution."

Feng Wangchen thought for a moment and said, "Lord Long, as the saying goes, a country cannot stand without laws. If we want to resolve the conflict between demons and humans, we must establish laws and strictly enforce various policies to possibly integrate the two races."

Long Hui said, "That makes sense. Then I'll trouble Chief Feng with the laws."

Feng Wangchen said, "Lord Long, you flatter me. However, I am not familiar with legal codes. Perhaps I could recommend someone?"

Long Hui's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Who is it?"

Feng Wangchen lightly waved his feather fan and smiled, "This person is none other than Mu Tianqing, the head of the Divine Punishment Academy."

Long Hui suddenly understood and instructed Feng Wangchen to take full responsibility for the matter.

After Feng Wangchen and the others left, it was already evening. Long Hui stretched, and suddenly a sharp wind swept by.

Long Hui, wary, turned and struck out with his palm. His palm touched a smooth, delicate hand, as soft as jade, yet concealing an extremely powerful and heavy palm force, like a raging torrent, startling him so much that he could only bolster his defenses.

"Mingluan, you're already plotting against your husband as soon as you get back!"

Long Hui retorted with his palm force, teasing her with a grin.

Lu Mingluan blushed and spat, "You stinky man who's already planning to have three wives and four concubines, who said you're my husband?"

At this moment, a sweet fragrance wafted over, accompanied by a seductive laugh: "Sister is right, this boy is at most our male concubine!"

First, he was teased by Little Phoenix, and now he was being flirted with by this vixen. Long Hui was furious and struck back with his palm.

Luo Qingyan lightly flicked her snow-white sleeves, using softness to counter hardness. After deflecting the palm force, she stretched out her slender arms like a water snake, striking at a tricky angle.

On the other side, Lu Mingluan's palm strike changed from a spewing attack to a suction attack, her jade-like, smooth hand acting like a suction cup, firmly gripping Long Hui's right palm.

Long Hui remained calm, his left hand naturally resting on Luo Qingyan's slender arm. He then used a feint, employing the "Borrowing Power from Heaven" technique to redirect Luo Qingyan's palm strike into his right palm, combining it with his own power to force Lu Mingluan away in one swift motion.

Once free, Long Hui said with a sigh of relief, "I'm relieved to see you all back safe and sound."

Luo Qingyan laughed, "You've mistaken your sister for a delicate, sheltered young lady."

Long Hui held her smooth hand and said, "Sister Luo is no sheltered young lady; she's a ruthless, heartless vixen."

Luo Qingyan blushed and stomped hard on his foot.

Lu Mingluan pinched his waist with a hint of jealousy and said, "Do you think I'm invisible? If you want to flirt, go outside."

Long Hui pulled her into his arms and laughed, "Mingluan, don't be angry. Let's sit down first and then talk properly."

As he spoke, he took Feng's hand with one hand and embraced Luan with the other, sitting down with the two beauties on one side. As soon as Long Hui sat down, he smelled the fragrance of sandalwood and could clearly feel the warm aura coming from both sides. Being able to sit in the middle of these two stunning beauties and embrace them on both sides was a wonderful experience that words could not describe.

Long Hui composed himself and asked, "Mingluan, what have you been doing in the capital these past few days that you're only returning now?"

Lu Mingluan replied, "I went to the capital to have that brat Augustus station troops in the Western Sea to threaten the Western Regions garrison."

Upon hearing this, Long Hui was secretly delighted. Lu Mingluan's move could be described as using barbarians against barbarians. Just as Cang Shitian used Tie Lie to restrain Tiebi Pass, Lu Mingluan could similarly use the Western barbarians to harass Zhang Huanyu. This must be the great gift mentioned in the letter he left behind.

Lu Mingluan frowned slightly and said, "It's a pity that in the end it all came to nothing."

Long Hui asked curiously, "What happened? Did Augustus get killed?"

Lu Mingluan shook her head and said, "No, that kid found Emperor Li as his backer and has already fled to the Fiend Domain. I can't do anything to him for the time being."

Luo Qingyan snorted, "Originally, my junior sister and I went to the inn to look for someone, but we encountered an ambush by the Yin soldiers of the Fiend Domain, and Augustus also disappeared. In a fit of anger, we razed the inn to the ground and..." The ghostly soldiers were scattered.

Lu Mingluan sighed, "During my seclusion, the Pei family's military and political power was also usurped by Cang Shitian. Alas, now I have nothing left."

Luo Qingyan laughed, "Silly sister, after handing over the clansmen to this boy, I'm penniless too." Long Hui reached out and embraced the slender waists of the two plump, soft beauties, laughing, "As the saying goes, being penniless is a carefree life. My two sisters, enjoy yourselves from now on; I'll take care of everything."

Luo Qingyan She glared at him and scolded, "Enjoying yourself? Thanks, but every time I had to clean up your messes, I was always patching up your problems."

Long Hui was a little embarrassed and hurriedly smiled apologetically, "It's my fault, it's my fault. I'll apologize to you two sisters right now."

He kissed Lu Mingluan and Luo Qingyan's fair faces, Luo Qingyan's face flushed slightly, her eyes sparkling, but Lu Mingluan wouldn't have it, shoving him hard and snorting, "What are you doing? Is this how you apologize!"

Long Hui said, "A male concubine should do what a male concubine does, so of course I should repay you with my body and serve you two sisters!"

Luo Qingyan chuckled and said, "Since you know you're a male concubine, then whenever you want me, you have to offer yourself to me. But if I'm not in the mood, you'd better stay out of the way!"

Long Hui nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes! Then may I ask if you two sisters need me to serve you?"

Lu Mingluan spat, "No, you can get lost!"

Just as Long Hui was feeling down, Luo Qingyan smiled and said, "Junior sister, don't worry. We've traveled a long way and are a bit tired. Why don't you leave the boy here to give us a back massage and a shoulder rub?"

Lu Mingluan thought for a moment and nodded, "We'll do as senior sister says."

Long Hui did as she said. He immediately stood behind the two women and stretched out his hands to knead and pound their shoulders and backs at the same time. The force of the pounding was sometimes gentle and sometimes heavy, lightly dispersing the stagnant blood and qi. Then he exerted force in his palms, as if a flame was gathered in his palms, and then massaged their fair backs and jade spines back and forth. The two women immediately felt refreshed and comfortable all over. They couldn't help but half-close their eyes, slightly open their mouths and exhale softly, and a faint blush rose on their snowy cheeks.

Long Hui's technique was the Soft Cloud Hand from the Fang Xing Gong, a flirting method. It first eased the woman's guard, helping her relax her body, and slowly aroused her inner passion. It was a relatively gentle technique, and some women with strong willpower could recover with a little effort. However, Lu Mingluan and Lu Feng had no wariness towards him; they simply found his massage very comfortable and closed their eyes to enjoy it.

"Sisters, although you are both peerless masters, you are somewhat tired from your long journey, and your blood and energy are particularly prone to stagnation in your lower back,"

Long Hui said while massaging.

Luo Qingyan, skilled in medicine, agreed with his words.

Long Hui continued, "But sitting puts more stress on your spine, which is not conducive to relaxing your body. Why don't you lie down on the soft couch over there for a while? This will allow your spine to fully relax, and I can also massage you more effectively."

Lu Mingluan opened her watery, alluring eyes and looked at her senior sister questioningly.

"Alright, I'll do as you say!"

Luo Qingyan stretched out her jade arms, arched her back, and yawned, her body slightly arching backward, making her waist and back curves even more graceful, and at the same time making her breasts appear even more magnificent,

almost bursting out of her clothes. The two women lay face down on the soft couch, their bodies sinking into the soft bedding, but their breasts, being squeezed, spilled out to the sides. Although covered by the blankets and clothes, their large and magnificent size could still be clearly felt. With such

a beautiful sight before him, Long Hui had no time to appreciate it. He brewed two pots of fragrant tea and placed them within their reach, serving them with utmost care.

Seeing his attentiveness, Lu Mingluan's heart was filled with sweetness, and she said softly, "Long Hui, give me a shoulder massage first."

Long Hui hummed in agreement and said, "Sister Luo, I'll massage Mingluan first, you have some hot tea first."

Luo Qingyan nodded with a smile and casually picked up a cup of fragrant tea to taste.

Long Hui knelt down beside Lu Mingluan and began to massage her.

His fingers moved with nimble grace, like the fingers of a lute playing a lute, kneading and pressing acupoints on Lu Mingluan's shoulders, waist, and back.

Each time Long Hui pressed an acupoint, Lu Mingluan's body tensed initially, then softened completely. This alternating tension and relaxation made her feel a subtle heat, as if ants were crawling on her.

Long Hui's hand moved imperceptibly to her straight, delicate spine. Due to years of martial arts training, Lu Mingluan's body was very sturdy, with two strong back muscles on either side of her spine, and a groove in the center. Long Hui's fingers slid down the groove inch by inch, gently pressing each vertebra.

Lu Mingluan felt a warm current travel up and down her spine, reaching her head, making her drowsy; then down to her tailbone, warming her legs.

Long Hui's middle finger continued its downward slide, landing on the coccyx, the junction of the waist and hips, where it could already touch the full, firm flesh of the buttocks. However, Long Hui did not penetrate deeply, merely pressing at the starting point, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily.

Lu Mingluan felt a surge of heat rising from the coccyx, flowing down the cleft of her buttocks, warming her anus and vulva, making her entire lower body feel warm.

"Mmm..."

Lu Mingluan's pretty face flushed instantly, her lips parted slightly, and she let out a comfortable moan.

Just as she was still immersed in this pleasure, Long Hui's finger suddenly withdrew, then began to slide again from above. Lu Mingluan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, hoping that he would linger on the coccyx a little longer.

After trying several times, Lu Mingluan's whole body was incredibly hot, her heart pounding wildly, almost leaping out of her chest, and her breasts, pressed against the bed, slowly swelled.

Long Hui suddenly let go and said, "Mingluan, let me give Sister Luo a massage."

Lu Mingluan hummed in agreement and lay down on the bed to rest.

Long Hui turned to look at Luo Qingyan, who was lying on her side, her hand supporting her rosy cheek, her eyes full of affection, still waiting for a long time.

Today she was wearing a white, narrow-sleeved, pink-trimmed dress with a front opening, pure white and gorgeous! The dress was tied in a beautiful diamond knot at the chest, vaguely revealing the shape of her bodice. Her two full, doughy breasts seemed about to burst out of the dress. Because she was lying on her side with her cheek supported, the flesh of her breasts spilled out to one side, overflowing the edge of her bodice, revealing a dazzling circle of white flesh. Her two jade-like legs were languidly crossed.

Compared to the still somewhat inexperienced Lu Mingluan, Luo Qingyan was like a ripe, juicy peach and melon, making Long Hui's heart pound wildly, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Luo Qingyan gently put down her teacup, gazing intently at him. "Long'er, your eyeballs are practically popping out."

Long Hui made a gesture of stuffing his eyeballs back in, laughing, "I've put them back in, but that's just a temporary fix. Both of you are so beautiful and charming, if I look at you a few more times, my eyeballs will pop out again!"

Luo Qingyan giggled, "Then don't look!"

Long Hui sighed, "If I look once, I want to look again. If I keep looking like this, my eyeballs will pop out without me even realizing it." Luo Qingyan stretched out her fair, white foot and kicked him lightly, scolding him gently, "You little rascal! I wonder how many women have been bewitched by your sweet words!"

Long Hui scratched his head, licked his lips, and said, "Sister Luo, I'm thirsty."

Luo Qingyan poured him a cup of tea.

Long Hui shook his head and said, "Sister Luo, I want to drink milk!"

Luo Qingyan blushed, glared at him fiercely, and scolded, "You're going to die! Mingluan is still here, you better behave yourself."

Lu Mingluan turned her head to look at her and smiled, "Senior Sister, I didn't hear anything."

Seeing this, Long Hui said, "Good sister, as the saying goes, only by being fair and just can you manage people at will. These days, I have been working diligently in Jinling, not daring to slack off in the slightest. I am both developing my strength and ensuring that the demon race and the world live in harmony. I am very tired. Please grant me a mouthful of your fragrant breasts, okay?"

His tone was somewhat pleading, like a mischievous child begging his mother and elder sister. Luo Qingyan's maternal instincts were subtly touched, and she sighed, "As you wish, but let me make it clear beforehand, there will only be one mouthful."

Long Hui was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.

Luo Qingyan bit her lower lip and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a large, round, snow-white breast, shaped like a snowball and full as a melon, with proud red plum blossoms at the tips.

Long Hui's head was spinning. He threw himself into the beautiful woman's arms, burying his face in her breasts, his cheek pressed against her hot, smooth skin. He felt as if he were immersed in a layer of creamy milk, fragrant, sweet, and creamy. Luo Qingyan's breasts were soft and tender, like a lump of oil that would melt at the slightest breath, turning into honey-like oil that flowed down.

Long Hui lingered on the beautiful woman's breasts for a while, then opened his mouth and took a nipple in, sucking hard. He was immediately filled with a mouthful of warm, sweet milk. After taking a sip, he wanted to take a second sip, but found that he couldn't suck out any milk.

Luo Qingyan pushed him away, pulled up her collar, and laughed, "I promised only one sip, don't be too greedy."

It turned out that she had only used her internal energy to force out a small amount of milk.

Long Hui stared intently at her chest, still wanting more, and said, "Sister Luo, one bite isn't enough, how about another?"

Luo Qingyan pinched his ear and scolded, "Don't push your luck, just give your sister a massage!"

Long Hui hadn't yet recovered from the sight of those plump breasts when the alluring curves of the beautiful woman's waist and hips came into view. Luo Qingyan lay face down on the bed, her head resting on her hands, her back to Long Hui. Her slender waist curved downwards, the lines suddenly rising to form round, plump buttocks, making her skirt bulge and accentuate her slender waist and full, large buttocks, exuding the seductive charm of a mature, alluring woman.

"You vixen, let's see how long you can be so smug,"

Long Hui muttered, suppressing his burning desire, and began to serve Luo Qingyan respectfully.

Luo Qingyan felt a pang of comfort and pleasure throughout her body; every pore seemed to open and breathe, and she closed her eyes to savor the experience.

Seeing that she was off guard, Long Hui immediately spread his legs on either side of her waist and knelt on her soft, jade-like back. Luo Qingyan was startled and was about to throw a coquettish tantrum when she felt Long Hui whisper in her ear, "Sister Luo, don't worry, this is just one step in the massage. If you're still not satisfied after trying it, I'm willing to accept the punishment."

"Okay, I'll trust you one more time!"

Luo Qingyan's sweet voice had a cloying ending, seemingly suppressed by her beloved little lover, and her breath grew heavier as she spoke.

Long Hui rested his knees on the couch, suppressing his inner desire, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hands, gently kneading and pressing on the beautiful woman's plump and delicate body.

Although they weren't naked, with a satin brocade dress separating them, Long Hui could clearly feel the delicate smoothness of her skin. He could also pinpoint the protrusion of the straps on her undergarment; a gentle tug would send it slipping down. This discovery made Long Hui yearn to reach directly to her breasts and once again savor their full, firm shape.

"Hold back, wait for the right moment, then deal with this vixen!"

Long Hui reluctantly massaged her a few more times, finally losing control. His lower body suddenly hardened, slamming against Luo Qingyan's buttocks. Long Hui immediately felt the plump, firm buttocks beneath him, incredibly elastic, pink and fleshy—a rare and exquisite beauty.

Luo Qingyan let out a soft moan, her brows twitching slightly, but she remained motionless, her eyelids still closed, though a blush crept onto her cheeks.

Long Hui intentionally or unintentionally lightly touched the flesh of her buttocks with the tip of his rod, but only briefly before moving it away. However, each time it pressed against her buttocks, she felt as if her glans was enveloped in softness, an indescribable sensation.

Luo Qingyan was also aroused by him, her heart softening and her face turning red, but she still pretended to be asleep, thinking that she would let him be a little unrestrained, and would deal with him immediately if he dared to do anything reckless. Just then, Luo Qingyan suddenly felt a hot and firm sensation between her buttocks, and the magnificent dragon root rubbed against her plump buttocks.

He then thrust deeply, forcefully pressing against her chrysanthemum bud. Luo Qingyan's body tensed, her phoenix eyes widening as she tried to rise and retaliate. However, Long Hui was faster, using the massage as an excuse to instantly seal her speech acupoint and lock her energy channels. Luo Qingyan was rendered speechless and immobile, inwardly lamenting, "A leopard can't change its spots; how could I have trusted this little beast?"

She remained in her original prone position, unable to move due to her locked muscles, appearing as if she were asleep from a distance.

Long Hui, secretly pleased, reached out and pinched her plump, tender buttocks, making Luo Qingyan nearly vomit blood in anger.

He released the immobile, voluptuous flesh and moved to Lu Mingluan's side, calling softly, "Mingluan, Mingluan."

Lu Mingluan, having enjoyed a skillful and comfortable massage, had dozed off for a while, completely unaware of what had just happened. She only opened her eyes when she heard Long Hui calling her.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Mingluan mumbled.

Long Hui said, "Mingluan, I missed you so much!"

Lu Mingluan snorted, "Stop with the sweet talk. Don't think I'm as easy to fool as those little girls."

Long Hui smiled, leaned down, and nibbled her ear with his lips.

Lu Mingluan trembled and whispered, "No...stop it, Senior Sister is still here."

"It's alright, Sister Luo is asleep. We'll just be careful,"

Long Hui said, nibbling her ear.

Lu Mingluan refused, twisting and struggling, but afraid that her movements would wake the "sleeping" Luo Qingyan.

Long Hui pressed himself against her back, his erect penis also pressing against the beautiful woman's round buttocks. Unlike Luo Qingyan's soft and plump buttocks, Lu Mingluan's buttocks were firmer, like a 30-something-year-old Bai Lingyu, healthy and full. Long Hui felt a full elasticity as his penis touched them.

Compared to Luo Qingyan's ripe and alluring charm, Lu Mingluan was more like a half-ripe fruit, a bite of which would fill her mouth with sweet and sour juice. Long Hui skillfully used the techniques of the Fang Xing Ling Gong on her body, first stroking her genitals, teasing Lu Mingluan into moaning softly.

After giving her a few more reluctant massages, Long Hui finally lost control. He gently leaned down and pressed his lips against Lu Mingluan's pink back, leaving a luscious kiss on her smooth neck. He murmured, "Mingluan, does it feel good?"

Lu Mingluan hummed in response, then immediately denied it, "Good? You're so heavy, you're making it hard for me to breathe!"

"Is that so? Then let's change positions, turn around, and let your husband massage your front."

Long Hui licked his dry lips with his tongue, teasingly saying, "This time it will be very comfortable." Lu Mingluan hesitated for a moment, then gently shook her head, "No..."

Long Hui was slightly taken aback, then understood. He leaned close to her delicate earlobe and gently licked it with his tongue, whispering, "What are you afraid of? Sister Luo is already asleep, we'll be fine if we keep our voices down."

Lu Mingluan turned her head and glanced at Luo Qingyan, tentatively calling her "Senior Sister."

Luo Qingyan was so angry that her eyebrows furrowed, but she couldn't speak, nor could she turn her face. She could only remain prone, burying her face in her arms, sulking.

Lu Mingluan mistakenly thought Luo Qingyan was really asleep, so she breathed a slight sigh of relief. Hearing her sigh, Luo Qingyan cursed inwardly, "That slut is so stupid. She was easily fooled by that little beast. She'll be crying later."

Long Hui turned Lu Mingluan's delicate body over and kissed her earlobes and neck passionately.

Lu Mingluan had been separated from him for many days and missed him dearly. She half-heartedly gave in to him.

Long Hui hooked his arms around her neck, their tongues met, and he gently sucked and savored the beautiful woman's fragrant tongue, feeling her breath like orchids and her saliva like a clear spring.

Using all ten fingers, Long Hui unbuttoned Lu Mingluan's clothes, revealing a beautiful woman with skin as smooth as jade, her

breasts snow-white and full. Her trembling breasts appeared even more prominent, their bases rounded, tapering gradually to a point like bamboo shoots, resembling two ripe peaches from afar, quite similar to Bai Lingyu's breasts. A cool sensation touched her chest, and Lu Mingluan shyly closed her beautiful eyes, turning her flushed face away, unable to look at him.

Long Hui pressed his hands against her breasts, and with a suppressed moan escaping her lips, Lu Mingluan's breasts surrendered. The tender, smooth, and full flesh sent a shiver down the man's spine.

"Hmm...hmm...um!"

Afraid of disturbing her senior sister, Lu Mingluan bit her lip, covering her lips with the back of her hand, trying her best to suppress any shameful sounds, but a soft moan still escaped her lips.

Long Hui vigorously rubbed her for a while, then brought his lips to Lu Mingluan's face, kissing her slender fingers that were covering her mouth. The sudden, passionate kiss sent a strange thrill through Lu Mingluan's heart; her body trembled slightly, and she instinctively released her hands, her delicate face flushed crimson.

Long Hui seized the opportunity to kiss her lips. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and Lu Mingluan was no naive girl. She quickly reciprocated, her tongue entwining with Long Hui's in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining, sucking and licking each other's saliva.

Long Hui's hand slowly descended, slipping beneath the beautiful woman's skirt. Lu Mingluan instinctively clamped her legs together, but with half her body already limp, she couldn't hold her ground. Long Hui easily disarmed her with a few quick thrusts and penetrations, his hand directly touching her vulva.

"Ah... um... um..."

Lu Mingluan, overwhelmed with shyness, tightly closed her beautiful eyes, tilting her head back slightly, releasing a long-suppressed trembling moan from her throat. Her naked upper body arched sharply, like a wounded little rabbit.

Long Hui's fingers continued their teasing, caressing her vulva and flicking her lips, suddenly pinching her clitoris. Lu Mingluan, unable to bear the pressure, cried out in pain, her vulva suddenly leaking, gushing forth streams of vaginal fluid.

Long Hui immediately unbuckled her belt, and Lu Mingluan felt a chill on her groin, realizing she had been stripped naked.

Overjoyed, Long Hui saw a trickle of fluid flowing between the jade-like woman's snowy thighs, each drop falling onto the sheets. Her slightly parted, pink vulva, along with the already damp pubic hair, was an scene of utter debauchery and exquisite beauty.

Long Hui felt a surge of heat, his lust rising. He lowered his head, his tongue parting the honeyed opening, lingering in the pool of nectar.

After several sips, Long Hui found Lu Mingluan's vulva incredibly alluring, pink and clean, opening and closing, her abundant nectar gushing forth incessantly. With a slight effort, he lifted Lu Mingluan's hips, making her spread her legs wide, and buried his face in that tender opening, licking and sucking fiercely.

As he licked, one hand reached up to the woman's breast, grasping one large breast and gently rubbing the nipple with his index and middle fingers.

This made Lu Mingluan feel quite good, and she didn't care whether she would disturb her senior sister. She kept moaning and groaning, her lewd sounds rising and falling like waves.

Luo Qingyan was both angry and annoyed, sighing helplessly in her heart.

After a short while, Lu Mingluan regained her senses. Logically, the sounds should have alerted her senior sister, but Luo Qingyan didn't move at all.

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you!"

Lu Mingluan asked worriedly.

Receiving no reply, Lu Mingluan immediately understood, glaring at Long Hui and angrily shouting, "You stinking Long Hui, what have you done to my senior sister?!"

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