[Wuxia] Long Hui's Male Concubine (Complete) - 17

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In the nineteenth chapter, the Jade Twin

Dragons ignored the terrified looks of the three women, continuing on their way. They held Lianyi's beautiful buttocks, their dragon root still thrusting into her nest. Lianyi, having no time to care for her foolish sister, was driven to the

brink of ecstasy, her eyes rolling back, drool dripping from her lips, moaning softly, her flower palace softening, ejaculating, and experiencing another climax. Just then, a white figure suddenly burst in from outside, a slender white hand grabbing Xiaoxiao by the back of her collar with lightning speed, then forcefully pulling her off the edge of the bed.

But Xiaoxiao was no pushover; her demonic energy erupted, shaking the person behind her away.

Turning around, she saw Chu Wanbing glaring angrily at her. Xiaoxiao snorted and said, "Little Phoenix, what are you doing? Want to fight?"

Chu Wanbing's jade-like face darkened, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Shameless brat, get out of here right now!"

Xiaoxiao put her hands on her hips and said righteously, "I'm here to see how my sister is being a bride, what's it to you!"

Chu Wanbing said, "Hmph, now that you've seen it, get out of here."

Xiaoxiao said, "I haven't seen enough yet. My sister looks really strange. Her upper mouth is horizontal and has no beard, while her lower mouth is vertical but has a full beard, and she even swallowed that eggplant."

Lianyi was so ashamed that she almost fainted and hurriedly said, "Bing'er, please take Xiaoxiao out of here quickly."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Xiaoxiao's eyes flash with colorful light, like crystal glass. Long Hui was secretly surprised. Wasn't this the silly girl's seven-colored crystal eyes? Xiao Xiao glanced at Chu Wanbing with her Crystal Eyes, her face immediately lighting up with curiosity and surprise. She clapped her hands and laughed, "Little Phoenix, you also have a vertical mouth down there, and it's all smooth, no whiskers at all, it's so funny!"

Chu Wanbing's jade-like face flushed red, her eyebrows arched, and she angrily

unleashed her Mountain-Moving Palm. Caught off guard, Xiao Xiao was forced out of the house by the force of the palm strike, and she immediately became angry as well, swinging her Lion King Fist to meet the attack.

Without saying a word, the two unleashed their unique skills, fighting fiercely and evenly matched. During the intense battle, Xiao Xiao continued to use her Crystal Eyes, seeing Chu Wanbing's entire body clearly: "Hey, Little Phoenix, you have two big mounds of steamed buns on your chest, even bigger than my sister's, aren't you tired!"

"You brat, shut up!"

Chu Wanbing had never been teased like this before, especially by such a silly girl with no sense of reason. Her pretty face flushed red with anger, and she was about to unleash her Phoenix Spirit Fire.

Inside, Long Hui wasn't worried at all about the two women fighting, because he had already sensed two powerful auras rapidly approaching, likely a fight between smaller ones attracting larger ones.

Long Hui covered the three exhausted women with blankets, then dressed himself and swaggered to the adjacent bridal chamber. Pushing open the door, he saw only beautiful women in red candles, adorned in flowing robes and phoenix crowns—two graceful figures.

Long Hui walked to the bride on the left and smiled, "Let me guess, you're Bi Rou!"

He then lifted the red veil, revealing a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, with arched eyebrows, a delicate nose, and red lips. Even without a smile

, her expression was full of affection—it was Lin Bi Rou. Long Hui then lifted the other veil. Yu Wuhen gently bowed her head, her face flushed, but she remained silent, her shy expression revealing her delicate beauty.

One was alluring and passionate, the other shy and charming; both were like flawless jade, blooming flowers with tender feelings. Long Hui kissed Lin Birou on the forehead and laughed, "Birou, you are truly beautiful tonight."

Lin Birou lowered her head and smiled faintly, "Thank you for your affection, my husband."

Long Hui turned to look at Yu Wuhen, but saw that she remained silent, sitting quietly on the edge of the couch, her pink face lowered, seemingly lost in thought. He asked her, "Wuhen, why are you so quiet? What are you thinking about?" Upon hearing this, Yu Wuhen's ears turned red. Lin Birou understood her perfectly and, after a moment's thought, realized what was going on. She laughed, "I know, Wuhen, you're shy, aren't you?"

Yu Wuhen felt a burning heat all over her body, as if countless ants were crawling on her.

Lin Birou sensed her feelings and embraced her, saying, "It seems you're not only shy, but your heart is pounding too. There's nothing to be afraid of. Although the Dragon Lord is brave and skilled in battle, and adept in bed, he's actually very gentle."

Hearing her sister's explicit words,

Yu Wuhen felt even more ashamed and quickly hid her face in her arms. Long Hui stood there, smiling, and slowly said, "Wuhen is, after all, a first time. It's understandable that you're shy."

He then sat down beside Yu Wuhen, and Lin Birou pushed her sister towards Long Hui.

Long Hui stretched out his arms and pulled Yu Wuhen into his embrace, kissing her cheek and saying, "Wuhen, I'll consummate our marriage with Birou first. You can calm yourself down here."

Long Hui knew that the sisters were in the same boat, so he wanted to enjoy himself with Lin Birou first, to ignite Yu Wuhen's passion and spare her the pain of deflowering.

Contrary to his usual behavior, Yu Wuhen tightly embraced Long Hui and whispered, "Lord Long, let Wuhen go first, okay?"

Long Hui looked down and saw Yu Wuhen with her face buried in his chest, her cheeks flushed, her clear eyes tightly closed, too shy to even open them.

Lin Birou, however, had her head bowed, her eyes slightly red, looking as if she was about to cry. Long Hui was completely baffled, but it must be that Yu Wuhen's thoughts had touched Lin Birou's heart.

Lin Birou bit her lip and said, "Dragon Lord, please grant my junior sister's wish."

Yu Wuhen smiled and said, "Senior sister, thank you!"

Lin Birou gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said softly, "Silly girl, it is I who should thank you."

Long Hui said, "You two sisters are too meddlesome. Since Wuhen volunteered, how can I, as her husband, fail to appreciate your kindness!"

Long Hui hugged her tighter, his right hand slipped under her arm and reached around from behind. He spread his large palm and, through her dress, grasped Yu Wuhen's left breast, gently kneading and playing with it.

Although mentally prepared, the sudden attack on her breasts made Yu Wuhen tremble all over, losing all strength to resist. She pleaded softly, "Dragon... Dragon Lord... no..."

Long Hui chuckled and asked, "Wuhen's breasts are quite large, aren't they? Big and firm. Is this comfortable?"

Yu Wuhen was instantly overcome with shyness and couldn't answer him. She could only let him do as he pleased, her body going limp. Under Long Hui's gentle caresses, her nipples slowly hardened, and an indescribable, tingling, and itchy pleasure spread throughout her body.

As Long Hui kneaded her breasts, he slowly loosened her belt, then laid her down on his lap, her face up, and began to remove her dress.

Yu Wuhen closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment, half-resisting and half-yielding, her body trembling uncontrollably.

On the other side, Lin Birou also sensed her junior sister's shyness. Her fair cheeks flushed red, her heart pounding like a deer's, as if she had returned to the days of a young girl in love.

In no time, Long Hui had stripped her down to just her bodice.

Her flawless, smooth, white body was now revealed before him.

Her two high, firm breasts stretched the bodice high, round and erect, incredibly alluring, as if they were about to burst out of the garment.

At that moment, the sweet scent of a virgin wafted into Long Hui's nostrils, instantly igniting his lust. His erection suddenly sprang to life, pressing firmly against Yu Wuhen's lower abdomen.

Long Hui found her shy, closed-eye expression quite adorable, so he stopped what he was doing and gazed at her rosy cheeks. Yu Wuhen, noticing Long Hui's sudden stillness, felt a little strange and slightly opened her eyes. Seeing Long Hui staring at her intently, she felt shy and quickly closed her eyes again. But then she heard Long Hui say, "Wuhen, open your eyes and look at me. Let me see you clearly."

Yu Wuhen had no choice but to open her eyes again, not daring to disobey her husband. Instantly, their eyes met, filled with tender affection.

Long Hui's eyes grew increasingly gentle, like a warm, melting hot spring flowing over every inch of Yu Wuhen's skin. For a fleeting moment, Yu Wuhen had a strange illusion, as if it weren't an invisible gaze, but a large, warm hand caressing her delicate, sensitive skin, from her chest and nipples down to her thighs and ankles. Just looking at it sent shivers down her spine, making her feel utterly captivated, and she turned her head away in embarrassment.

Her beautiful, slightly reproachful expression was breathtaking; illuminated by the soft candlelight, she looked like a celestial being, especially her deep blue eyes, as profound and beautiful as a still, deep abyss.

Long Hui's heart skipped a beat, and he stared intently at her.

Yu Wuhen felt weak all over, her mind filled with only one thought: "He...he wants me!"

Amidst her tension and fear, a hidden, indescribable excitement stirred within her; she wished she could faint immediately.

Just then, Long Hui's peripheral vision fell on Lin Birou. Her fair face was flushed, her fingers tightly gripped her red dress, her eyes closed, and she bit her lip, looking extremely nervous.

Long Hui couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking, "It's quite a sight to see this vixen trembling with shyness. Could it be that she's influenced by Yu Wuhen's mood, making her so bashful?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he finally understood why Yu Wuhen had taken the initiative to offer himself to him.

On their wedding night, the young woman, filled with the joy of marrying her lover, was both apprehensive and filled with anticipation. However, Lin Birou was no longer a virgin; she had already experienced countless sexual encounters. Unlike other young women in love, she lacked the anticipation and shy joy of a newlywed couple. Furthermore, Lin Birou had strayed from the right path in her past, leaving her with some lingering emotional baggage. Yu Wuhen wanted to be the first to experience the joys of the wedding night, hoping to use their spiritual connection to ensure that his senior sister could truly be a virgin.

"No wonder Birou shed tears earlier; she must have sensed Wuhen's good intentions..."

Thinking of this, Long Hui's tenderness deepened, vowing to protect them with his life. Long Hui wrapped Yu Wuhen's soft body in his arms, his burning lips gently pressing against the delicate skin of her neck.

Yu Wuhen trembled all over, and with her eyes closed, she let out a soft "Mmm," a nasal moan that was both delicate and sweet. Her shyness lasted only a moment before she was gently kissed and caressed by Long Hui, causing her to whimper softly, like a kitten that had just had a good meal.

Long Hui buried his face in her collar, tracing her perfect neckline and collarbone with his nose and lips. His entire being was captivated by the sea breeze fragrance emanating from her skin, and even his intense desire was instantly forgotten. He felt that the beauty in his arms was clear and transparent, like crystal and jade, and murmured, "Wuhen, you smell so good."

Yu Wuhen couldn't help but tremble, her soft, red lips gently pecking at Long Hui's cheek like a little bird, exhaling a warm, moist, orchid-scented breath: "Dragon Lord, do you like Wuhen?"

Long Hui hugged her tighter, closing his eyes to enjoy the cool, smooth touch of her lips, and breathed softly, "I like her! I... I like Wuhen, and I like Birou too!"

Although his voice was soft, it reached the ears of both women, and both of them felt their hearts soften, as sweet as honey.

Long Hui gazed at the bride before him, seeing her shy and bashful, her brows and eyes filled with a strong sense of spring, and her bright, starry eyes half-open, half-closed, captivating him.

The more Long Hui looked at her, the more captivating she seemed, and his lust grew even stronger. His greedy hands unconsciously climbed up her proud breasts. Even through the satin cloth, he could feel the smooth, tender flesh; her nipples were already hard as nutmegs and broad beans, firmly pressing against his palm.

In an instant, Yu Wuhen was also aroused, her small mouth moving incessantly, her heavy breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

Knowing she was aroused, Long Hui's fingers moved up and down, then he untied her bodice and tossed it to the ground. Her flawless virgin body was now completely exposed—her breasts, though not large, were full and rounded, her skin snow-white, her nipples pink, and her areolas barely visible.

Overwhelmed with shyness, Yu Wuhen quickly covered her breasts with both hands. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Long Hui untied the belt of her underpants and pulled them down to her knees, revealing a swollen, red vulva. Upon closer inspection, her pubic hair was sparse, and her labia were like tender jade, vibrant and moist.

Yu Wuhen's face paled, and she let out a cry, freeing one hand to cover her lower body. However, one hand was insufficient to conceal the shape of her breasts, revealing most of her fair and smooth skin.

Seeing her frantically trying to cover herself, Long Hui couldn't help but smile. His large hand, no longer hesitant, covered one of her breasts and gently caressed it.

"Dragon Lord... so, so embarrassing!"

Yu Wuhen bit her lip and murmured, her voice a soft, plaintive lament.

Long Hui embraced a plump, warm female body, his heart filled with tenderness. He lowered his head to lick her fair neck, sucking on her full, sweet lips, kneading her jade-like breasts glistening with fragrant sweat. Then, he bent down and took one breast into his mouth, kissing and nibbling it gently, making the skin appear even whiter and more luscious.

Long Hui parted her legs, holding Yu Wuhen's thighs with both hands, observing her secret place before him. The shape of her labia was clearly visible, resembling a tender deep-sea clam, and he could smell a fragrance similar to the ocean tide.

Long Hui moved his hand along her buttocks to her thighs, then lowered his head to her vulva, licking her swollen labia with the tip of his tongue, and began to eat that tender jade flower.

"Mmm... ooh..."

Yu Wuhen was overwhelmed by such lewdness, letting out soft moans, both shy and delighted.

Long Hui stretched out his tongue, searching for the pearl. With a few strokes, the clitoris began to swell with blood. As he licked the bud, Yu Wuhen's supple thighs twitched in rhythm with his sucking.

The sensitive virgin's body, unable to withstand such defilement, immediately began to spasm, reaching the peak of orgasm. A gush of fluid gushed out, wetting Long Hui's face.

Lin Birou felt the same sensation, a surge of heat rising in her body, a warm, moist feeling in her thighs. A delicate moan almost escaped her lips, but Yu Wuhen's reserved shyness prevented her from doing so. She involuntarily bit her hand, suppressing the moan. A sweet feeling welled up inside her, a joy she hadn't felt in years, filling her heart as if she were a maiden waiting for her husband's affections.

Meanwhile, Yu Wuhen, sensing her senior sister's feelings, smiled knowingly at her.

Seeing the two women exchanging glances, Long Hui knew the time was ripe. He secured Yu Wuhen's waist with both hands, pressed his hot, massive member against her vulva, and suddenly thrust forward, penetrating her completely.

Yu Wuhen cried out in pain, as if her body was being torn apart, tears streaming down her face.

Lin Birou also cried out, a tearing pain surging through her lower body, causing tears to stream down her face and sweat to bead on her forehead. But these were tears of joy and sweat of passion, her heart filled with mixed emotions of sorrow and happiness.

She had been forced to defile herself by a villain, and although her lover didn't hold it against her, she was no longer a virgin. Now, experiencing the pain of losing her virginity again in front of her husband was a bittersweet experience, a bittersweet joy.

Seeing her junior sister's pale face, Lin Birou felt a pang of pity and immediately rushed over to hug her upper body, kissing Yu Wuhen's cheeks to wipe away her sweat and tears. She said softly, "Wuhen, don't be afraid, relax, the pain will subside soon."

Yu Wuhen bit her lip and buried her head between her senior sister's high, fragrant breasts, saying softly, "Sister, hold me tight..."

Lin Birou lovingly embraced her and reached out to caress her fair skin. Unlike the strong movements of a man, Lin Birou's touch was gentler, like a gentle stream, making Yu Wuhen's body weak. Her high, firm breasts swelled up like fermenting dough, the nipples resembling steamed nutmegs or red dates from mutton fat cakes. Knowing the time was right, she nodded to Long Hui.

Long Hui slowly thrust in and out of his lower body, his penis forcefully pushing aside the confinement of her tender flesh, piercing the hymen, and trickling blood flowed down his root. Lin Birou immediately brought a white silk cloth and placed it under Yu Wuhen's buttocks, like a red plum blossom in the snow, a shocking sight.

The tight jade gate scraped against Long Hui's sensitive tip, and he suddenly came to his senses, only to find that Yu Wuhen's whole body was trembling violently, her soft jade cheek pressed against Lin Birou's face, a wet and warm liquid rubbing between their faces, a beautiful sight tinged with happiness.

Lin Birou hugged Yu Wuhen, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Junior sister, thank you. I've made you suffer."

Yu Wuhen smiled gently, returned Lin Birou's kiss, and wiped away her tears, saying, "Sister, we share a life. What's a little hardship?"

Long Hui teased, "Wuhen, if you keep lingering like this, I'll get jealous!"

Yu Wuhen blushed, buried her head in his chest, and said softly, "Husband, please don't be angry. My heart and soul already belong to you."

Long Hui slowly withdrew his spear, seeing the red and white fluids covering the shaft, and felt a pang of regret.

Then he gently inserted it again, slowly moving in and out, gradually clearing the way for her. The narrow path became smoother, unlike the previous arduous journey.

Seeing that Yu Wuhen's pained expression was gradually easing, Long Hui tried to speed up a bit. Sure enough, Yu Wuhen didn't seem to want to stop, so he asked, "Are you feeling better now, Wuhen?"

Yu Wuhen nodded slightly. Lin Birou remained on top of her, constantly teasing her desire. After half an incense stick's time, Yu Wuhen began to moan softly, her waist and hips relaxing, as if she was aroused.

Lin Birou laughed, "Junior sister seems to have found spring again, her suffering has finally turned to sweetness, she's already tasted the sweetness."

Yu Wuhen wouldn't answer her, but she knew in her heart that, just as her senior sister said, the wonderful pleasure spreading through her body with each thrust of Long Hui.

Each deep thrust of Long Hui touched the depths of her flower, his massive member incredibly warm, its heat and pleasure truly indescribable. The back-and-forth motion, the glans scraping against the inner walls, was a sensation that penetrated to the very core. (Advertisement break: Still using your hands?) How can it be so pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Yu Wuhen gradually entered a better state, and the pleasure and beauty simultaneously entered Lin Birou's body. The pleasure and beauty after losing her virginity made her legs ripple, her body was hot, and her flower bottom leaked. Her entire panty was already soaked. She could only feel the water petals opening and closing and trembling unbearably. With each contraction, flower fluid overflowed.

Similarly, as Lin Birou's pleasure gradually increased, Yu Wuhen also secretly sensed it. Instantly, the two influenced each other, and the pleasure and beauty overlapped. On one side, Lin Birou's flower cavity contracted, and on the other side, Yu Wuhen's tender uterus twitched. On one side, her eyes were like silk, and on the other side, her mouth was moist. The two beauties were connected by fate, and their flowers bloomed together, shining brightly.

Lin Birou's eyes flashed with allure, and she telepathically transmitted several bedroom techniques to Yu Wuhen. Yu Wuhen's pretty face flushed crimson, but Lin Birou secretly encouraged her, "Wuhen, don't be shy. Marriage is a match made in heaven, so you should relax and be yourself. Do you know how alluring and seductive Bing'er is in bed? If you keep being shy, your husband won't be happy."

Yu Wuhen suppressed her shyness, wrapped her legs around Long Hui's waist, arched her back, raised her buttocks, and offered her lips, trying her best to meet Long Hui's demands.

Long Hui couldn't help but smile and said, "Wuhen, did Birou teach you this?"

Yu Wuhen blushed deeply and closed her eyes, not daring to look at Long Hui.

Long Hui laughed, "That slut Bi Rou is a bad influence; let's see how I deal with her!"

He stretched out his arm and pulled Lin Bi Rou close, feigning anger, "You vixen, quickly take off your clothes and receive your punishment!"

Lin Bi Rou giggled, wantonly untying her clothes, revealing her fragrant body. Her proud breasts, radiating a warm, sweet scent, trembled before Long Hui, while her vulva was wet and glistening with juices, making her dark pubic hair shine.

Seeing Bi Rou's alluring beauty, Long Hui felt even more pleased. He reached out and grasped her full, soft breasts, caressing them gently. Meanwhile, Yu Wuhen beneath him felt a heat in his chest, his nipples erect and engorged, a vibrant red.

Long Hui was delighted, thinking that these twin beauties possessed such allure. He then tried inserting a finger into Lin Bi Rou's vulva.

"Ah!"

"Ooh!"

The two sisters cried out one after the other, their voices sweet and seductive.

First, he felt Lin Birou's vaginal canal tighten, her juices flowing, and then Yu Wuhen's incredibly tight passage tightened again, so narrow that it couldn't even hold a hair, firmly gripping the head of his penis, like a tight grip with fingers, an indescribably pleasurable sensation.

Looking at Lin Birou's seductive eyes and Yu Wuhen's shy expression, their inviting spring breeze only fueled his burning desire.

Long Hui immediately lifted Yu Wuhen's two pink and tender legs, spread his dragon tongue and thrust in and out, looking around. He saw that the sisters were in the same boat. One was experiencing continuous pleasure, while the other was experiencing a surge of spring in her heart. Yu Wuhen's newly opened orifice swallowed and devoured the dragon. As it went in and out, her flower nectar splashed out. On the other side, Lin Birou was unable to restrain her spring heart. Her breasts swelled up as if they were full of milk, and her nipples bloomed like red plum blossoms on a snowy mountain. Her labia opened and closed, and her lustful juices dripped down her legs. The scene was truly extremely lewd.

Lin Birou hugged Long Hui tightly from the side, her full breasts pressed against her husband's body, while her alluring eyes remained fixed on the thrusting shaft. Seeing her junior sister gradually reaching her climax, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. However, the more she watched, the

more unbearable it became. As Long Hui thrust into Yu Wuhen, her two crimson petals turned and sank in with the massive rod, gushing forth nectar, and the small clitoris at the tip of her vulva stood erect. Lin Birou's playful nature was aroused, and Yu Wuhen, sensing her intention, trembled in fright and hurriedly cried out in a pitiful voice, "Senior sister, no... ah!"

Before she could finish the word, Lin Birou reached out and pressed her jade-like fingers against the clitoris, pinching and twisting it.

Yu Wuhen cried out in delight, quickly covering her mouth and raising her buttocks high to welcome Long Hui's thrusts. She felt incredibly full inside, growing hotter and hotter, as if her flower chamber was being melted by hot soup, her core fully opened.

In an instant, her juices flowed down her thighs, soaking the bedding. Yu Wuhen breathed heavily, moaning incessantly.

Long Hui thrust over a hundred more times, and then Yu Wuhen let out another "oh," her snow-white skin tensing, trembling several times before collapsing, her limbs sprawling, her body limp from release.

Lin Birou also felt her flower palace convulsing, followed by a series of delicate cries and moans, her flower path leaking water, drops of nectar flowing out, she too lingered for a while.

Long Hui withdrew his penis, which was mixed with vaginal fluid and blood, picked up Lin Birou, kissed her breasts, and laughed, "Birou, I see you're quite exhausted. You should rest well tonight!"

Lin Birou forced herself to stay awake and hurriedly said, "No, I still have strength."

Seeing her worried look, Long Hui found it amusing, so he rolled over and pressed her down, breathed into her ear, and said softly, "Alright, tonight is Birou's wedding night. Your husband will be very gentle."

After saying that, he slowly lowered himself towards her vulva, his movements gentle and tender, as if afraid of hurting her. He was already used to venturing into Lin Birou's vagina and anus. In the past, Long Hui would subdue this beautiful young woman with a stormy and violent approach, but today he treated her like a delicate virgin, afraid of hurting his new bride.

Lin Birou felt a warmth in her heart, knowing that her husband wanted to give her a perfect wedding night, treating her like a virgin. Two tears of love couldn't help but fall from the corners of her eyes.

However, at this moment, Yu Wuhen's feelings of first love overlapped with Lin Birou's, and she immediately felt her body go numb and weak, as if she were about to ejaculate.

Long Hui also felt Lin Birou's internal contractions and knew that she was about to be ecstatic. He thrust hard at her waist for a while, his rod plunging straight into her tender flower palace.

Lin Birou was hit by his rapid attack and suddenly felt like she was floating on clouds, her soul had left her body. After a few spasms, she ejaculated. Long Hui couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Birou, why are you so weak today? I only poked you a few times and you ejaculated?" Lin Birou said embarrassedly, "It's...it's because my junior sister ejaculated once, and I also ejaculated a little. My lower body is sore and weak, and I can't enjoy my husband's favor."

Long Hui looked to the side and saw Yu Wuhen's beautiful eyes were closed, her mouth was wide open, she was breathing heavily, her nipples were erect, her legs were constantly rubbing together, and there was a lot of flower fluid flowing between her thighs. It seemed that she had ejaculated again.

Amused, Long Hui reached out to tease Yu Wuhen, inserting a finger into her flower-like opening.

Yu Wuhen, still reeling from her recent pleasure, couldn't withstand another round. Her sensitive, delicate body stiffened instantly, waves of pleasure spreading throughout her body from her honeyed opening. An unbearable tingling and itching sensation coursed through her thighs, and her juices flowed like a burst dam, soaking Long Hui's fingers and the back of his hand.

Lin Birou also felt the sensation; her flower-like opening tightened, gripping Long Hui's penis tightly. Her flesh writhed and writhed, as if a thousand tiny mouths were sucking on his manhood, causing Long Hui to gasp repeatedly, his muscles constricting.

He was immediately overcome with lust, bending down to kiss and knead Lin Birou's breasts, playing with their full flesh in countless ways, leaving red marks and kisses on her fair skin—a truly lewd sight.

Long Hui then abruptly lifted Lin Birou's legs, pressing them against her chest, causing her plump breasts to spill outwards. His dragon root once again penetrated her deep within.

The glans scraped against the tender flesh inside her, causing a tingling sensation. She felt a tingling pain in her flower, and spat out a mouthful of fluid onto the glans.

Lin Birou said coquettishly, "You're so annoying... How can it be so big, and so rough... Hmm... Are you trying to torture me to death... Ugh!"

Lin Birou, being experienced in bed, quickly overcame the weakness inflicted by her junior sister's orgasm. She immediately perked up, lifting her hips and arching her back to meet the dragon root.

Long Hui felt that her vagina was tender, smooth, and incredibly tight, and her abundant vaginal fluids would occasionally splatter hotly on the indentation of the tip of his dragon head. Fortunately, his yang energy was strong enough to withstand it; otherwise, who could resist such a seductive technique? It would be a blessing not to die young.

Seeing her delicate face, frail figure, and alluring charm, Long Hui couldn't help but tremble as he exclaimed, "Bi Rou is truly deadly! Her semen is gushing out, almost scalding me to death!"

Lin Bi Rou smiled sweetly, giving him a seductive glance, and said in a cloying voice, "Then my husband must be careful, lest I get burned to death."

Long Hui chuckled, abruptly withdrawing his raging dragon, then thrusting his hips again, wildly penetrating her flower palace, causing Lin Bi Rou's tender flesh to churn and her juices to flow. She didn't even have the strength to moan or cry out, only staring wide-eyed at the inch-by-inch penetration of his penis, her heart filled with both love and fear.

When his penis was fully inside, with half of it still outside, the glans panted hotly, causing Lin Bi Rou to let out a long moan, as if her entire body had gone limp, a full, throbbing sensation filling her heart, her flower core being taken once more.

Lin Birou's heart pounded, her eyes glistening with tears as she gazed at the man on top of her. Her hands braced against his chest, her snowy buttocks swaying rapidly, her tender orifice instinctively arching to meet his massive member. She had intended to use her allure to hold him off for a moment, but the pleasure emanating from

Yu Wuhen made her weak and yielding again. Seeing Lin Birou's climax and Yu Wuhen's subsequent orgasm, Long Hui found it increasingly amusing. He immediately became playful, flicking Lin Birou's nipple with his finger. Yu Wuhen cried out, his nipple hardening and blooming brightly.

Long Hui chuckled, then teased Yu Wuhen's orifice a few more times, causing Lin Birou to glisten with juices and pant heavily.

"Wonderful! So this is the benefit of being born of the same fate!"

Long Hui was overjoyed. After thinking for a moment, he turned Lin Birou over again, assuming a four-limbed position for rear entry. He spread her plump buttocks apart, rubbed his dragon spear against her flower cave a few times, dipped it in some juice, and then thrust it into her chrysanthemum bud. Lin Birou's body trembled, her rear end swelling with pleasure and incomparable comfort.

Yu Wuhen felt a fullness in his stomach and strange sensations in his rear end. He groaned, "Senior sister... it's so swollen, so swollen in the back!"

Lin Birou's rear garden was on fire, her dry passage lost its defense, and she moaned with pleasure. Her front end was dripping wet, which was a real hardship for Yu Wuhen. With her rear end swelling and her front end leaking, she was not like Chu Wanbing with her mysterious Yin body. Her virginity was not enough to withstand it. After a few thrusts, she was panting heavily, ejaculating again and again.

Her release, though seemingly insignificant, actually weakened Lin Birou, making her even more exhausted. She couldn't even muster the energy for both ice and fire, and her anus instantly went limp, her flower trembling as she released another orgasm, her moans filled with a hint of pleasure.

"Ah... I'm dying, I've been stabbed!"

Lin Birou twisted her waist and hips, raising her head and moaning, her proud breasts swaying, creating alluring waves of flesh and buttocks, an indescribable sight. Long Hui kneaded her breasts with one hand and grabbed her buttocks with the other, kneading the most sensual parts of the beautiful young woman's body until they were succulent and varied.

Although both women possessed unparalleled physiques, the combined pleasure made them unable to endure the battle, barely outlasting Qin Suya. The two beauties, working together, actually dragged each other down, and Long Hui defeated them decisively, leaving them drenched in sweat, experiencing wave after wave of climax.

Chapter Twenty: The Surprise Attack Succeeds

. At midnight, strange phenomena appeared on the two major waterways of Jiangnan, the Chu River and the Chishui River. The water churned, fish and shrimp fled, and warships cut through the waves, their speed no less than that of galloping horses. The wide river channels had become plains for warships to traverse.

On the decks, soldiers in full armor stood proudly, their gleaming weapons exuding a chilling aura in the autumn wind.

Each ship was tethered to six iron chains as thick as a thigh, the other ends of which were submerged in the water, seemingly pulled taut by some immense force, making the chains sturdy and rigid.

Suddenly, a ferocious dragon's head emerged from the water, its sharp teeth biting into the iron chains. It was a dragon tugboat, making the warships fly like horses.

One of the colossal ships was about a hundred zhang long and over ten zhang wide, with several stories high perched atop it, resembling a floating city. Its hull was entirely armored, and the bow was adorned with a majestic, lifelike, and unparalleled coiled dragon. The ship was equipped with over thirty cannons, exuding an aura of imposing power.

While other ships could be towed by a single dragon, this giant required six to lead the way, demonstrating its immense size and weight. This was the main ship, named the Panlong (Coiled Dragon), a naval weapon designed by Yue Junwan.

Besides the Panlong, there were three auxiliary ships, smaller than the Panlong but also exquisitely crafted, sturdy, and powerfully armed. These were named Bixi, Chiwen, and Pulao, also built by the demon race. In addition to these four large ships, there were twenty-four Cui family ships providing escort.

The Cui family's warships could carry up to three hundred soldiers, while these three auxiliary ships could carry six hundred, and the Panlong itself could carry a thousand.

According to Yue Junwan, given enough time and materials, he could double the warship's performance.

Long Hui stepped out of the Panlong's cabin, donned his chainmail armor, and wielded a precious sword. Several graceful figures stood beside him, each a stunning beauty, exuding an aura of confidence and power. Long Hui gazed at the boundless river .

With the dragon pulling, the warship was approaching its destination, the outline of the target city becoming faintly visible. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "If it weren't for Sister Die's brilliant plan, I wouldn't have been able to execute this surprise attack today."

It turned out that Cui Die remembered the convenience of the dragon escorting the Polang, and thus suggested using the dragon to tow the ship. In addition, the Cui family had sent thirty warships and twenty thousand fresh troops during the transport of her dowry. Now, Jinling's military strength was vastly different, allowing Long Hui to deploy more freely.

"Commander, this is the first battle since the two armies merged, a perfect opportunity to hone the Dragonscale Army's skills!"

A familiar voice came from beside him. Long Hui turned to see Bai Lingyu in full military uniform. The joy of her new marriage had painted her honey-colored skin with two faint blushes, adding a touch of feminine charm to her already heroic spirit—a captivating blend of strength and gentleness.

Long Hui laughed, "With my little Yu'er here, this surprise attack will surely be a resounding success!"

Bai Lingyu blushed slightly and retorted, "Don't go around forming connections in the army, or what will become of your authority as commander!"

After Bai Lingyu married Long Hui, the Azure Dragon and Qilin armies were reunited into one army called Dragonscale, and Bai Lingyu stepped down to the position of deputy commander, awaiting Long Hui's orders.

Teng Ji stepped forward and asked, "Lord Dragon, we have now left the Jinling waters. When shall our army make its move?"

Long Hui said, "Wait a moment longer, and make a decision after Sparrow Shadow sends back intelligence."

Sparrow Shadow and Poison Fang are the two major secret forces of the demon race, both composed of experts who have cultivated the Heaven-Mending Technique. However, Poison Fang focuses on assassination, while Sparrow Shadow excels in reconnaissance.

After a short while, twelve figures swiftly traversed the water, their lightness skill exquisite and effortless.

These twelve people wore tight-fitting night clothes, their curves exquisite, their legs long and their waists slender, exuding a charming feminine allure.

The leading woman held the Panlong Token, and the dragons all let her board the Panlong Ship.

That woman was exceptionally beautiful, with a rosy face and jade-like features; it was Lianyi.

"Reporting to the Dragon Lord, the defenses of Shucheng, Feiliu, and Yuchuan are still at a normal level, without any overly tight defenses. They have not detected any movement from our army."

Lianyi spoke to Long Hui with the respect due to a subordinate. Long Hui nodded slightly, signaling the messenger to wave the flag and issue the order to attack.

After raising the banners, Long Hui said, "Wuhen, thank you for your trouble!"

Yu Wuhen smiled, her fair hands forming a mental incantation, silently circulating her profound energy, her primordial spirit communicating with the dragons. Upon receiving the order, the dragons plunged into the water, swaying their tails, dragging the warships as they sped away. The three deputy ships each led six warships towards their respective targets, while the Panlong remained in the center to ensure success.

With the help of the dragons, the warships traveled at incredible speed, comparable to the speed of a horse on the plains. Long Hui used this to execute a cavalry raid tactic, personally leading his troops, determined to capture the three cities of Shucheng, Feiliu, and Yuchuan in the shortest possible time.

Originally, Sun De, the deputy commander of the Qilin Army, went straight for Shucheng, Wang Dong and Liang Ming raided Feiliu, while Ling Xiao led the advance on Yuchuan.

The three armies moved simultaneously, launching a surprise attack on the enemy city under the cover of night. Ling Xiao's army was mainly composed

of soldiers from the Panlong Sacred Vein. This force had already arrived outside the Jiangnan sea area, but had remained hidden until now. Today, Long Hui had mobilized them all to use this surprise attack to hone these new recruits. The warships did not dock at the Yuchuan River. Instead, a group of soldiers quickly swam ashore and used steel cables and iron hooks to create a pontoon bridge. With two iron cables as the foundation, they laid planks on top, ensuring a swift and efficient retreat.

Once the ships were on the pontoon bridge, the entire army swiftly rushed ashore and quickly formed ranks.

Ling Xiao rode to the front of the ranks and said, "No one is allowed to make a sound before my order. Anyone who disobeys will be executed immediately!"

The military order was absolute; the entire army moved in complete silence.

The city of Yuchuan was now in sight. Ling Xiao waved his hand, and thirty soldiers dressed in night clothes approached the city under the cover of darkness. They pulled out grappling hooks from their backpacks, secured themselves to the city walls, and quietly climbed up. They then drew their broken blades and eliminated the patrolling soldiers on the walls.

Ling Xiao was quite satisfied. These soldiers from the Panlong Sacred Vein were all seeing battle for the first time, yet their movements were swift and efficient. He believed that after a few more battles, they would be able to stand on their own.

Just as Ling Xiao was waiting for the vanguard to open the city gates to welcome them, he saw the city brightly lit and heard heavy footsteps. He had a bad feeling; the vanguard had failed. It seemed these new recruits still had room for improvement.

Sure enough, the entire Yuchuan garrison was on high alert, and the sounds of weapons clashing echoed. It seemed the soldiers entering the city were in grave danger.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Brothers, hold your posts!"

Shouts rang out from inside the city. Ling Xiao knew the enemy was on alert, so he no longer concealed himself and roared, breaking the silence of the night: "Brothers, charge! Take Yuchuan!"

The entire army moved in unison, warhorses galloping, launching a fierce attack on Yuchuan.

Bows, crossbows, and muskets provided cover and ambushes. Infantry carried ladders and approached the city walls, climbing them as soon as they were erected. The Yuchuan defenders would not allow the city to fall. Boulders and hot oil were poured down on the city walls, causing heavy casualties among the attacking soldiers. Then came a hail of arrows. This new recruit suffered heavy losses, their morale had dropped by half, and deserters even appeared at the front.

Ling Xiao sighed inwardly, feeling helpless. Although these soldiers were well-trained in the Panlong Sacred Vein, they had never seen blood and were finding it difficult to adapt to the carnage of the battlefield. He realized that in this critical moment, he would have to step forward. With this thought, he raised his arm and shouted, "Those who retreat will be executed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up, wielding his sword to kill several leading deserters, forcefully suppressing the soldiers' panic. The Panlong Sacred Vein's reputation for being tough and powerful was already deeply ingrained in their hearts. Now, under the blade's slaughter, who would dare to flee? They could only grit their teeth and continue fighting.

Ling Xiao took the lead, unleashing his Thunderflame Technique. He swung his sword from the city gate, pouring out all his inner energy. His single sword pointed to the sky, drawing upon heavenly thunder and qi; his palm struck the ground, drawing forth earth-fire energy. In an instant, palm and sword swung, and intense thunder and fire true qi rushed towards the city gate.

With this powerful strike, the city walls flashed with Buddhist light, releasing their unparalleled true qi.

Ling Xiao was taken aback. He looked up and saw a dozen or so monks standing on the city wall, chanting Buddhist scriptures and setting up a defensive formation. It was the Buddhist gate-protecting formation—the Arhat Subduing Demon Formation.

The two monks at the head of the formation were quite different in appearance. One had a kind smile and eyebrows that reached past his chest; the other rode a deer with composure. These two were the Long-Eyebrow Arhat and the Deer-Riding Arhat, two of the Eighteen Arhats.

Knowing his opponent was extraordinary, Ling Xiao coldly asked, "Where do you come from, Buddha?"

His words were sharp, seemingly trying to preemptively strike. But the Long-Browed Arhat replied, "Amitabha, this humble monk comes from where he came, and goes where he goes!"

The Deer-Riding Arhat chimed in, "Where you come is affliction, where you go is liberation. Why don't you let go, benefactor? Only by relinquishing worldly dust can you attain ultimate bliss!"

Ling Xiao said, "I am unwilling to relinquish it, for the burden on my shoulders is immense, and I cannot bear to!"

With these few words, he said no more. Their differing stances meant only battle. The Long-Browed Arhat formed a mudra, unleashing a powerful Buddha palm strike. The

Deer-Riding Arhat swiftly moved, flicking his sleeve to unleash several Dharma cones, piercing to the side. Surrounded by two Buddhas, Ling Xiao remained calm. He drew his sharp blade with lightning, launching a fierce attack. His weapon gleamed coldly, his domineering lightning force first blocking the Buddha palm, then sweeping away the Dharma cones. Even fighting two against one, he showed no sign of weakness.

Seeing this, the Long-Browed Arhat removed the Buddhist beads from his chest, flicked his arm, and the beads entangled the military knife. Ling Xiao sneered and tried to crush the beads, but his strength was like a mud ox entering the sea; the beads remained undamaged and even tightened their entanglement.

The Long-Browed Arhat said, "Benefactor, these Buddhist beads of this humble monk are made of iron and jade, strung together with golden cicada silk. Ordinary swords and knives cannot damage them in the slightest."

Ling Xiao snorted coldly, activated his Blazing Sun True Essence, and the blade instantly ignited with flames. The Long-Browed Arhat felt a burning pain in his palm and, in desperation, removed the beads. Ling Xiao seized the opportunity to attack, wielding his blade in a rapid assault, using both thunder and fire. In just a few moves, he shattered the monk's defenses, forcing the Long-Browed Arhat into a frantic struggle. Knowing that

the monk's fate was intertwined with his own, the Deer-Riding Arhat could not stand idly by. He used his qi to control a cone, which struck Ling Xiao from afar.

The strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" forced Ling Xiao to be on guard. He could only turn around and swing his sword to block the magic cone. However, the pause allowed the Long-Browed Arhat to regain his footing and join forces with his disciples, forming a magic array that greatly increased their strength. Ling Xiao had already lost the initiative and could only concentrate and wait, his cold eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for an opening and a way to win.

The Deer-Sitting Arhat chanted a Buddhist prayer, "Benefactor, your martial arts are superb, and this humble monk is ashamed to admit that I am inferior. However, the array formed by this humble monk and my disciples is also difficult for you to break through. Why not stop here?"

Ling Xiao said, "To decide the outcome at this point, Buddha, is a bit too confident!"

The Long-Browed Arhat said, "This old monk knows that I am no match for you, but I am still confident that I can fight for a while. However, your troops may not be able to hold out!"

Ling Xiao glanced down at the city and saw that the new recruits of the Panlong Sacred Lineage were losing momentum and suffering heavy casualties, and were no longer able to attack the city.

The long-browed Arhat sighed, "One battle brings glory, but countless lives are wasted. For the sake of your soldiers, benefactor, you should relent!"

His words were sincere, and his eyes revealed genuine compassion.

Ling Xiao replied, "The Buddha's compassion is admirable, but if I, Ling, cannot even overcome this small setback, how can I face my lord again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao took out a fireball from his robes and threw it into the sky with the power of his Blazing Sun True Essence. The fireball exploded immediately upon being heated by the heat, bursting out with smoke and strange light.

As soon as the fireball exploded, there was a loud bang, and a corner of the Yuchuan city wall immediately crumbled, revealing an enormous rock.

The sound of heavy gears grinding followed, startling the two Arhats. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw five enormous catapults slowly emerging from the woods, followed by over a hundred colossal figures, each ten feet tall, with eyes like copper bells, gleaming white teeth, and a single horn on their heads, clad in animal skins—these were the unicorn giants, demonic creatures. Among the giants, an elegant and wise figure stood out. Holding a feather fan, with a face like a jade crown, he was Feng Wangchen. He directed the unicorn giants to fill the catapults, attacking Yu Chuan in a layered fashion. However, this wasn't a relentless assault; rather, it gave the defenders a chance to breathe. This chance to survive softened the defenders' fighting spirit.

The unicorn giants pushed the massive catapults to reinforce the attack. These catapults had been improved by Yue Junwan, surpassing the Da Heng army in both range and accuracy, but they were also heavier. However, this was no problem for these naturally powerful behemoths.

Seeing this, the two Arhats secretly became suspicious: "Such heavy weapons make a piercing sound when pushed, why didn't we notice it before?"

Just then, five unicorn giants untied the bags on their backs, took out various parts, and assembled them in battle. Before long, another catapult appeared. The two Arhats then realized that these giants were carrying the catapult parts and assembling them when needed. No wonder they could deceive the defenders. However, only these big guys could carry such huge and heavy parts.

"Disassembling and reassembling without losing power, I'm afraid no craftsman in the world can match even a third of the demon race's skill!"

The two Arhats were both surprised and amazed.

Boom—another loud noise, another corner of Yuchuan City collapsed, and many defenders were killed by falling rocks. At this time, the Dragonscale Army, aided by chariots, regained the position, their morale soaring, and used the gap in the city wall to charge into the city.

The situation changed drastically. Lingxiao swung his sword and attacked again, the sword drawing heavenly lightning, sweeping away the monks.

The two Arhats, Long-Eyebrowed and Seated-Deer, narrowed their eyes and actually met Ling Xiao's fierce sword strike head-on. With a loud crash, their heads were stained with blood, and they were wounded.

The remaining monks, wielding staffs, formed a Buddhist formation to surround and fight Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao, facing so many opponents, did not want to fight head-on and instead used the Thunderclap Step to fight them. However, during the fierce battle, he discovered that these monks had no intention of retreating. Instead, they were all ready to die, attacking without defending.

Ling Xiao found it strange and used a ring-blade technique to temporarily avoid the attack. After creating some distance, he asked, "For a Buddhist like you, escape shouldn't be difficult. Why fight to the death?"

The long-browed Arhat wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "We know that defeat is inevitable. We have no choice but to fight to the death. We can protect as many soldiers and civilians as we can, which is better than being bloodily slaughtered by demons!"

Ling Xiao flicked his sleeve and sneered, "To draw conclusions without understanding the truth seems unbecoming of a Buddhist cultivator like yourself!"

During the conversation, the Dragonscale Army had already taken control of the city wall and surrounded the Buddhist monks.

Ling Xiao shouted, "All soldiers, listen up! What are the military orders after the city is captured?"

The soldiers answered in unison, "Those who lay down their weapons will not be killed; those who harm the people will be executed on the spot!"

Hearing this neat and powerful bugle call, the two Arhats were taken aback, thinking to themselves, "To be able to pronounce these two words so loudly and in unison, they must not be ordinary bandits."

Ling Xiao laughed loudly, "Since entering Jinling, my lord has strictly ordered his troops not to harm the people. This statement by the Buddha is a great taboo against slander!" The Arhat

on the Deer said, "The ferocity of demons is known to all. Although your master still has some benevolence, he may not be able to control these evil demons!"

Ling Xiao's face darkened, and he was about to get angry when he heard a breeze blowing. Feng Wangchen rode the wind and ascended the city wall, saying, "The Buddha said that all beings are equal. Since humans have good and evil, does that mean demons are all evil?"

The Arhat with Long Eyebrows pondered for a moment, then sighed and said, "What you say, benefactor..." "You are right. It was this humble monk who had a discriminating mind. Forgive me!"

Feng Wangchen said, "Master, you have extraordinary insight and a broad mind. I admire you, but I cannot see through this false illusion. It is very puzzling."

The Long-Eyebrow Arhat said in unison, "What is the origin of the illusion you speak of? We are dull-witted and would appreciate your guidance."

Feng Wangchen said, "On the throne, evil power runs rampant, and people kneel in worship. This is one kind of illusion. Within the Buddhist community, a false Buddha is proclaimed as virtuous, and monks pay homage. This is the second kind of illusion!" The

Long-Eyebrow Arhat said, "Where is this false Buddha you speak of?"

Feng Wangchen said, word by word, "It is the so-called Bodhisattva Weituo!"

Upon hearing this, the Deer-Sitting Arhat was furious and shouted, "You scoundrel who slanders the Buddha, shut your mouth immediately! Bodhisattva Weituo cultivates the Dharma of bearing sins. He was born to protect the sages of a thousand Buddhas. How can you slander him!"

The Long-Eyebrow Arhat waved his hand slightly, signaling the Deer-Sitting Arhat not to act rashly.

Feng Wangchen said, "Substituting a peach for a plum, such a despicable and shameless person

dares to be called a sage? How laughable!" Long-browed Arhat said, "Perhaps you have some misunderstanding with Bodhisattva Weituo, hence your words. Would you be willing to give this humble monk some time to hear a Buddhist story?"

Feng Wangchen smiled, "Surrounded by an army, Master, you remain so composed. If I were to refuse, I would appear petty. Please speak!"

Long-browed Arhat thought to himself, "This man has clear eyes and speaks with wisdom and wit; he must be a person of great wisdom. I will do my best to guide him, hoping to lead him back to the other shore."

Thinking this, Long-browed Arhat slowly said, "The Buddhist scriptures say that there are three great calamities in the world: the past glorious calamity, the present virtuous calamity, and the future star calamity. These calamities... " Each of the thousand Buddhas in the Bhadrakalpa attains Buddhahood. After one Buddha passes away, a considerable period of time must pass before another Buddha appears. Skanda is the one who inherits the mandate of the thousand Buddhas of this Bhadrakalpa, and is the last one to attain Buddhahood. His passing signifies a period of decline in the Dharma, a time without Buddhas. However, to delay the end of the Dharma and protect the thousand Buddhas from the calamity of their deaths, Skanda Bodhisattva relinquished his Buddha form and did not attain enlightenment. Instead, he cultivated the Dharma of bearing sins as a Bodhisattva, willingly protecting the Dharma and preventing the calamity of the thousand Buddhas' deaths, vowing to stop the Bhadrakalpa of the thousand Buddhas!

Lingxiao interjected, "It sounds better than it's sung, but I don't know if it's true or not!"

Changmei said, "Skanda Bodhisattva once said to the World-Honored One Puyao, 'If I do not become a Buddha, then those World-Honored Ones will enter Nirvana.' " After the passing of the Dharma, when it is about to perish, I will protect it so that it will not be interrupted, and I will light the lamp of the Dharma in the world. In times of war, I will uphold the precept of non-killing and attain right view. I will rescue sentient beings from the ten evils, and guide them to abide in the ten virtuous paths, dispelling all ignorance and revealing the good Dharma. In times of famine, I will abide in the perfection of generosity (dāna pāramitā), and so on, up to the perfection of wisdom (praj?ā pāramitā). When I encourage sentient beings to abide in the six perfections, all hunger, darkness, defilement, strife, and afflictions will be quelled. In times of plague, I will guide them to abide in the six harmonies and also to abide in the four means of attraction, and all plague and darkness will be eradicated.”

Feng Wangchen nodded and said, “Bodhisattva Weituo is indeed a sage for all ages, but unfortunately, the Bodhisattva Weituo of today is not the compassionate Buddha who bears the sins of all sentient beings, but…” "It's nothing but a demon disguised in a veneer of Buddhist benevolence!"

said Long-browed Arhat. "Does the benefactor have any substantial evidence for this accusation?"

Feng Wangchen pondered, "The evidence is the primordial spirit and Buddhist power left behind by Weituo. This is with Zen Master Kuhai. This Long-browed Arhat is merely being deceived. As long as I tell him the truth, he can verify it with Kuhai and know the truth." Just as he was about to reveal the truth, he suddenly suppressed his words and said, "It's not the right time yet, please forgive me, Master!"

He changed his words because he was worried that the fake Weituo's spies were lurking here. If it were revealed that Kuhai had evidence, it would be tantamount to bringing disaster upon Kuhai. Moreover, to protect the secret, the fake Weituo might even eliminate the Long-browed Arhat. So he simply concealed it.

The Long-browed Arhat admired Weituo Bodhisattva the most. Seeing that the other party could not produce any evidence, he felt that Feng Wangchen was deliberately slandering him. His face showed some displeasure: "Our defeat is inevitable. If the benefactor wants to kill, then kill. This humble monk is merely seeking liberation from the suffering of the mortal world!"

Feng Wangchen and Ling Xiao exchanged a glance, conveying their meaning. Ling Xiao then spoke, "Since you have admitted defeat, I never kill those who surrender. You may leave!"

He then ordered his soldiers to clear a path. The two Arhats were taken aback, not expecting such easy passage.

Feng Wangchen said, "Both masters are kind-hearted and should not suffer this slaughter. Please leave!"

The Long-Browed Arhat sighed, bowed in gratitude, and said, "Although we stand on different sides, I will remember your kindness in releasing me today and will repay you in the future!"

He then led his disciples away.

After gaining control of Yuchuan, Ling Xiao ordered the city walls to be repaired and sent someone back to report the victory.

Inside the Panlong, Long Hui beamed with joy upon receiving Ling Xiao's report of victory. He said to Bai Lingyu, "Ling Xiao has also taken this route; it seems a great victory is in sight!"

Bai Lingyu handed him a military intelligence report, saying, "This is a report of victory from Sun De; he has also successfully taken that route!"

Lianyi laughed, "Adding to Wang Dong's report just now, all three major cities have been captured. My husband has truly returned victorious this time!"

Bai Lingyu whispered, "Lianyi, this is the army; don't keep calling him 'husband'!"

Lianyi realized her mistake and stuck out her cute pink tongue.

Long Hui glanced around and said, "There are no outsiders here, Yi'er, don't worry. Just be careful in the future."

Having successfully captured three cities, Long Hui felt extremely pleased and in high spirits. Just then, Yu Wuhen's pretty face darkened, her complexion turned pale, and she widened her eyes, saying, "Senior Sister just sent a message! Jinling has been attacked!"

Long Hui was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "Attacked? What exactly happened? What were the losses?"

Yu Wuhen shook her head, saying, "It's quite far, and I have limited communication with Senior Sister."

Long Hui pondered for a moment and then ordered, "Zhong..." "The army returns to Jinling, while the remaining three armies continue to guard their respective cities!"

The dragon-drawn tugboat sped back to Jinling. Along the way, Long Hui smelled a strong burning odor. Looking up, he saw thick smoke and thought to himself, "Those places are all fertile fields in Jinling. Could something have happened to the fields?"

Thinking of this, Long Hui immediately said, "Yi'er, quickly send the Sparrow Shadow experts ashore to investigate what happened!"

Lianyi nodded in agreement and led her experts ashore quickly. A moment later, Lianyi rushed back, a trace of worry on her pretty face.

"My lord... I have seen it. Most of the fields on the shore have been burned."

Lianyi sighed softly, cupping a handful of soil in her hands, and said helplessly, "And even the soil is damaged. I'm afraid next year's planting will be a problem!"

Long Hui's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Return to Jinling immediately and gather everyone to discuss countermeasures!"

Back in the council hall, everyone was already anxiously waiting. Chu Wanbing, her face pale, came forward and said, "You little thief, something terrible has happened! While you were leading your troops into battle, Qiu Baifei secretly sent a cavalry force to burn most of Jinling's fields, and he even scattered some poison in the soil, corroding the nutrients... Today..." "I'm afraid there will be no harvest."

Long Hui calmed down and comforted her, "Bing'er, don't panic. Tell me what happened first."

Chu Wanbing sighed softly and said, "You had only left Jinling for half an hour when a cavalry force of about five hundred men attacked from Cangcheng. They were skilled in archery and horsemanship, and burned down several fertile fields outside the city. They also scattered poison to erode the soil nutrients. The original fertile fields are now wasteland." Long Hui's mind exploded. Jinling's greatest advantage was its fertile land, but now that advantage had turned into a disadvantage. The joy of conquering the city and seizing the land vanished instantly.

"Chou Baifei... he really has a trick up his sleeve!"

Long Hui gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "I raided your city, and you burned my fertile fields. What a scheme, what a scheme!" A gloomy atmosphere settled in the hall. With the fertile fields abandoned, the people of Jinling would be unable to cultivate them next spring, which would surely cause unrest among the people. Such a large city was already on the verge of collapse.

Seeing the women's worried expressions, Long Hui couldn't show the slightest fear. Instead, he had to remain calm, as his loss of composure would inevitably affect their morale.

Suppressing his shock, he said calmly, "Qiu Baifei didn't know my military deployment beforehand. He merely guessed that our army would take further action after joining forces with the Cui family, so he secretly dispatched cavalry to attack my farmland. As the saying goes, 'Military tactics are ever-changing,' and 'Water has no fixed shape.' In the past, I defeated many powerful enemies, so it was only right that I encountered a minor setback. Otherwise, with consecutive victories, arrogance would grow, and I would inevitably suffer a great defeat in the future."

Seeing his composure, the women's hearts were reassured, and they breathed a long sigh of relief.

Long Hui continued, "This cavalry came and went quickly, unlike the fighting style of the Jiangnan army. We need to be more careful."

Wei Xuexin said, "Brother, after the incident at Tiandi, Senior Lu has already caught up. I believe he will capture a few prisoners soon." Everyone waited quietly in the hall for a moment. Sure enough, a charming fragrance wafted in from outside, and a beautiful figure came into view. Lu Mingluan flicked her sleeve, threw a soldier in her hand to the ground, and coldly said, "Tell me honestly, who ordered you to do this?" "Yes, sir!"

The general answered every question, seemingly under the spell of the Mystic Charm. He said, "I am Xie Tang, a centurion of the Tiger and Leopard Camp in the Western Regions. We received the marshal's order and rushed to Cangsun to await Commander Qiu's command. Commander Qiu ordered us to act at midnight tonight and burn the fertile fields of Jinling to the ground."

So they were the elite of the Tiger and Leopard Camp. No wonder they moved like the wind. In addition, their smaller numbers made their actions even easier, so the Jinling garrison didn't even have time to react before the fields were already on fire.

Long Hui asked in a deep voice, "What exactly did you scatter in the soil?"

Xie Tang replied, "This humble servant doesn't know. Our commander instructed us before we set off to scatter a large bag of powder after setting the fire."

Teng Ji listened for a moment, then picked up a handful of soil, smelled it, and frowned, saying, "It should be a kind of soil-corroding poison that grows when exposed to fire."

Long Hui asked, "Can it be cured?"

Teng Ji shook her head and sighed, "The soil has already been altered, just like a dead person; there's no way to bring it back to life! The preparation of this poison is quite sophisticated, likely the work of the Haotian Sect."

Long Hui's heart sank to the bottom. The military rations could be provided by the Cui family, but feeding the millions of people in Jinling was a problem. If not handled properly, a peasant uprising could break out in Jinling at any time.

Food is the most important thing for the people. Even if the rare resources of the Panlong Sacred Vein were transported here, it would only be able to win over the gentry class; it would be useless to the common people. The most important thing right now was to find a way to solve the land problem.

Despite holding five cities, he still found himself unable to advance an inch. Long Hui sighed deeply and walked out alone, pacing back and forth in the courtyard.

"I thought I had succeeded in my surprise attack, but Qiu Baifei retaliated in kind. In terms of damage and loss, I am far more severely injured!"

Long Hui gazed at the bright moon in the deep night and gave a self-deprecating smile.

"Instead of being dejected, I might as well spar with you!"

Just as his thoughts were sinking, a heavy pressure enveloped him. Fallen leaves swirled, and a sharp sword appeared in the air. In an instant, a celestial figure appeared, a sharp blade in hand, flying like frost flowers, closing in on him.

The sword's power was too great for Long Hui to be careless. He drew his military saber to meet the attack, but what followed was a cold and beautiful sword strike.

Seeing this, Long Hui's cold iron military saber suddenly surged with energy, unleashing a powerful sweeping strike.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

The sword immortal sighed softly, followed by a series of lightning-fast strikes. The sword moved swiftly, the saber clanged, and the clash of swords blurred the fallen leaves.

As the swords clashed, Long Hui felt a slight relief from his stifling energy. He unleashed his full power, pushing his martial arts to the limit. His steel blade roared like a dragon, reversing the flow of air and forcing Yu Xiuting's sword to make it difficult to advance even an inch.

"The Valley Master's swordsmanship is also superb, but unfortunately, it cannot defeat me!"

Long Hui laughed loudly as he cleaved through the blockade of the Yan Ting Sword with seven consecutive strikes.

Yu Xiuting smiled and said, "You have quite the nerve. Then prepare to take another sword strike!"

With a charming smile, she formed a sword seal with her fingers, channeling her inner energy into the Yan Ting Sword. The cold sword intent attacked her target. The sword immortal kills with speed and deceives the enemy with coldness, quickly seizing the initiative with her graceful figure.

Long Hui countered each move, drawing circles as defense, using his blade to disrupt the enemy, and unleashing a brilliant method of breaking through the opponent's moves in the Martial Arts Treatise—using complexity to counter speed. The chaotic and complex blade techniques crisscrossed, constantly grinding down and wearing down the fairy's fast sword.

Yu Xiuting exclaimed in surprise, her cloud sleeves fluttering lightly again, adding three more points of inner energy. The sword energy transformed from fast to simple, and the unadorned sword slashed down heavily, sweeping away Long Hui's blade techniques in one strike.

Long Hui sighed, "What a brilliant move to overcome complexity with force! Valley Master's swordsmanship truly aligns with the changes of the Heavenly Dao."

Yu Xiuting smiled, "The phrase 'overcoming complexity with force' is quite fitting. Could it be a martial technique from the Yanwu Heavenly Book?"

Long Hui nodded. Yu Xiuting gripped her sword in reverse and sheathed it behind her back, asking with interest, "Then what method does the Yanwu Heavenly Book have to counter my heavy sword strike just now?"

Long Hui said, "Those with strong strength execute fierce moves, making it difficult to keep up with changes. I can break it quickly."

Yu Xiuting's lips curved slightly, revealing her pearly white teeth, and she laughed, "Alright, then break my sword technique again!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the immortal sword spun again, and a simple yet heavy sword aura slashed from afar. Long Hui's eyes were cold as he observed the opponent's moves. Then, he stepped into the Dragon Step, his blade transforming into a swift shadow. With agile movements, he avoided the heavy sword's edge, using his nimble and fast blade to harass the sword aura from the side. This was precisely the martial technique of using speed to overcome ferocity.

With half of the sword energy neutralized, Yu Xiuting immediately changed her move, transforming her powerful heavy sword into a nimble and skillful one, using the opponent's force against them, leaving Long Hui's swift blade without any leverage.

"Then how will you deal with my soft sword technique!"

As she spoke, Yu Xiuting's blade twisted and turned, sticking to the blade, moving left and right, up and down, causing Long Hui's sword movements to sway wildly.

Long Hui replied, "The soft sword uses the opponent's force against them. If I don't exert any force, the sword technique will break down without a fight. Behold this move—using emptiness to transform softness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Long Hui's sword movements became erratic, containing both solidity and emptiness, making it impossible for Yu Xiuting's soft sword to borrow force.

Yu Xiuting withdrew her sword and chuckled, "Are you feeling any better now?" After

a round of sparring, Long Hui had released all his pent-up frustration and laughed, "The Valley Master's immortal sword is truly wondrous; it can not only kill enemies but also heal the heart."

Yu Xiuting revealed a rare coquettish expression, rolled her eyes at him, and scolded, "You're so cheeky!"

Then, with a serious expression, she said, "Occasional martial arts sparring can also release negative emotions."

Long Hui smiled and asked, "May I continue to seek guidance from the Valley Master in the future?"

Yu Xiuting was slightly taken aback, frowning, "The masters around you are no longer..." "A few people, anyone can verify the martial arts, why seek me out alone?"

Long Hui pondered for a moment, thinking, "Although Bing'er and Xue Xin have unique skills, their foundation is insufficient, making it difficult to fully enjoy them. And although Sister Luo and Ming Luan are of similar cultivation to me, but..."

Thinking of these two enchanting beauties, Long Hui felt more tenderness and wanted to embrace them, having no intention of sparring. But Yu Xiuting was different. She was otherworldly and aloof, with a pure and holy appearance. Long Hui had a clear mind about her, and her martial arts were superb, making her the best confidante for martial arts discussions.

"The Valley Master's swordsmanship is profound and his sword heart is clear. He is truly a good teacher and helpful friend. If I can often receive guidance from the Valley Master, I believe I can make rapid progress."

Long Hui said respectfully.

Yu Xiuting's swordsmanship had reached its peak, but as the saying goes, the higher you climb, the colder it gets. Even though she was now on the same side as Luo Qingyan and other innate masters, everyone had different focuses in their studies. They might gain some insights from sparring, but it would be difficult to find the ultimate swordsmanship. In addition, every innate master had their own style and pride, so it was impossible to spar like fellow disciples. Now that Long Hui had taken the initiative to ask for her guidance, Yu Xiuting's heart stirred

. After thinking for a moment, she nodded and said, "I currently live in Yanliu Residence in the west of the city. If you have time, you can find me there." After saying that, she sheathed her sword and rode away on the wind.

A faint, ethereal breeze lingered in the courtyard, and a delicate, elegant fragrance lingered in the air. Long Hui's mind cleared, and he thought, "Heaven knows to take from the surplus and give to the deficiency, and man's way is to take from the deficiency and give to the surplus. I am now practicing the way of man and proving the way of heaven. My previous winning streak had inflated my luck, so this minor defeat is a good thing. Since Qiu Baifei has destroyed my fertile fields, then I will raid your headquarters!"

The twenty-first chapter of the strong attack on Luochuan

yielded the successful report of burning the grain. Qiu Baifei's gloom vanished, and he nodded slightly with a smile, leaning on the armrest. Before he could even feel triumphant, a hurried shout came from outside the door: "Report... Shucheng, Feiliu, and Yuchuan have fallen!"

Qiu Baifei froze, his face changing drastically. He hurriedly stood up, furious. He cursed, "Where are the three city commanders?!"

His personal guards reported back, "They are waiting outside the gate!"

Qiu Baifei's brows furrowed with anger, and he shouted, "The cities have been lost, and they still dare to come back? Let them end their own lives, so they don't dirty my sword!"

Just as Qiu Baifei's anger was rising, Jin Ziyi's voice came from outside the door: "Why is the commander so angry?" Qiu Baifei suppressed his anger and said, "Please come in, Prime Minister. These good-for-nothings actually lost three cities in one night. What use are they?"

Jin Ziyi advised, "Commander, please don't be angry. It's not too late to punish them after you have found out the situation."

Qiu Baifei nodded and summoned the three city commanders to inquire about the battle. When he heard the news that a dragon had pulled the boat, he was shocked.

Jin Ziyi frowned and said, "I never expected the traitors to have such methods. I was truly caught off guard."

Shucheng's garrison commander, Chen Jun, looked up to the sky and sighed, "This humble general had eight thousand men in the city, yet they were captured by only three thousand of them. I have no face to see the commander-in-chief again!"

With that, he drew his military sword and was about to slit his throat. Jin Ziyi, quick-witted and agile, snatched the sword away and said, "General Chen, victory and defeat are common in war. Moreover, the enemy's tactics are unheard of. The loss of the city is not a fault of the general!" Qiu Baifei snorted, "Shame will inspire courage. If you feel ashamed, then save your life and fight back to reclaim the lost territory on the battlefield!"

Chen Jun sighed and thanked the commander-in-chief, saying, "Thank you, commander-in-chief.

This humble general will certainly live up to your expectations!" Qiu Baifei waved his hand and said, "You may all leave. I also bear some responsibility for this defeat. The fault does not lie with you."

The three escaped a calamity and left the tent with profuse thanks.

Jin Ziyi smiled and said, "General, you are truly a magnanimous man."

Qiu Baifei sighed, "These three cities are close to waterways, so their naval forces are extremely strong. When the Dragon Bandits brought in water beasts to aid in the battle, I abandoned the naval forces of these three cities and reorganized them into other camps, resulting in the defenses of the three cities being too weak. In short, it was my fault in troop deployment, and we cannot blame them."

Jin Ziyi asked, "What was the original purpose of these three cities, General?"

Qiu Baifei replied, "Apart from the land troops in Shucheng, which had some fighting strength, the other two cities were really not worth mentioning. Therefore, these three cities were only used for surveillance and buffering. At the time, I arbitrarily believed that the terrain of Jiangnan was unfavorable for cavalry warfare." Even if the rebels were to make a move, all the cities and counties would have time to prepare. But alas... a single miscalculation has brought endless regret."

Jin Ziyi pondered for a moment and said, "General, if I am not mistaken, the rebels, having lost their granaries, will surely gamble everything and set their sights on the fields of Luochuan!"

Qiu Baifei was immediately taken aback, took a deep breath, and said, "Luochuan is also a water city. The Prime Minister's concerns are not unfounded. I should prepare!"

Qiu Baifei immediately issued a military order, and all the camps in Jiangnan were mobilized in the shortest possible time, entering the highest state of combat readiness. Troops were stationed and deployed in all camps, with barricades, arrow towers, and crossbows all in place. Soldiers and officers did not remove their armor at night, and the entire Jiangnan region was shrouded in a cloud of war.

Qiu Baifei conducted a brief military review, his brow furrowed. The troop mobilization had been too hasty, managing only 50,000 men in haste.

Jin Ziyi noticed his worry and said, "General, there's no need to worry. Those rebels, having suffered a surprise attack, will likely not dare to fight with their full strength. This battle will not exceed 30,000 men."

Qiu Baifei replied, "Although the rebel army is elite, our army, defending the city and possessing numerical superiority, is not afraid of them. However, those demons possess many strange abilities, so we must be wary."

Jin Ziyi smiled, "Demons may be cunning, but our Confucian school also possesses the righteous energy of heaven and earth. Leave the dealing with those evil spirits to me."

As dawn broke, a high-pitched dragon roar echoed from the heavens. Qiu Baifei's nerves immediately tightened, and he climbed the city wall to observe.

Facing the rising sun, he saw the distant waters churning, many massive warships cutting through the waves, their boats pulled by dragons, their ferocious heads raised on the water, their eyes flashing with sharp, malevolent light.

The soldiers of Jiangnan had never seen such ferocious beasts before, and were already intimidated before the battle even began. Seeing this, Jin Ziyi shouted, "Don't be afraid! These monstrous creatures can only show off in the water. There's no need to be afraid!"

Her words, imbued with the righteous spirit of Ziyang, were like a warning bell, striking the hearts of every soldier,

melting away the snow like a spring breeze, calming their minds. Long Hui ascended the high platform of the Panlong, gazing at the city before him, and let out a soaring dragon roar. The surrounding dragons echoed his cry, the powerful sound waves even causing the walls of Luochuan to tremble.

"General Qiu, you burned the fertile fields of Jinling. Today, I, Long, will borrow your land in Luochuan to plant something!"

Long Hui laughed heartily. His public announcement of the burned fields actually made the enemy wary. Qiu Baifei's eyes narrowed; he knew Long Hui was deliberately provoking his subordinates to fight to the death, allowing no room for defeat.

Qiu Baifei ordered, "Zhu Danlin, select one thousand men from the First Naval Battalion to guard the shore and use naval crossbows to hinder the enemy's landing."

Zhu Danlin respectfully accepted the order. Finally, Jin Ziyi added, "General, I hope to send three hundred Confucian scholars to assist General Zhu."

Qiu Baifei nodded in agreement and then ordered, "Chen Jun, you lost Shucheng. Today, I will give you a chance to redeem yourself!"

Chen Jun stepped forward and said, "This humble general swears to fight to the death. Please give your orders, General!"

Qiu Baifei said, "I order you to lead the remaining troops of your unit to attack from the left flank. Once the enemy lands, immediately launch a surprise attack and disrupt their formation."

The naval crossbows were originally on ships, but now that the Longhui Navy was strong, they were dismantled and fitted with wheels for use in land battles. Zhu Danlin led the naval soldiers to push the crossbows and seize advantageous positions on the shore, waiting for the Longhui soldiers to land so that they could unleash a barrage of fire to weaken the enemy.

On the Panlong, Long Hui stood proudly on the command platform, with Bai Lingyu, Yu Wuhen, Feng Wangchen, Shi Hong, and Yue Biao standing behind him. Also present were young talents from both Confucianism and Buddhism: Meng Ke, Kong Qiu, Ku Hai, Jieyin, and Zhunti. Ling Xiao and others were not participating in the battle as they were tasked with defending the newly captured cities.

Feiliu, Shucheng, and Yuchuan each had 7,000 troops stationed there, but Long Hui had also mobilized 20,000 for this operation. The forces guarding Jinling were less than 10,000, so experts like Luo Qingyan had to remain in the city to defend it. Jinling had four gates; Lu Mingluan, Zong Yixiao, Yuan Qitian, and Yu Xiuting were each responsible for one of the four gates (east, south, west, and north), while Luo Qingyan was to remain at the command headquarters to direct and coordinate the forces. As for Li Lou Bodhisattva and Jingchen Daoist, they did not arrive in Jinling on time for some reason.

Long Hui signaled to the flag bearers to activate the artillery emplacements. Dozens of cannons emerged from their dark muzzles, and simultaneously, the other escort ships also activated their emplacements. At a single command, a hundred cannons roared in unison, like a barrage of fire and thunder, raining down on the shore.

Under this relentless barrage, the Confucian disciples in the naval camp once again displayed their extraordinary abilities. Each of them pushed forward a chariot, channeled their inner energy, and activated the mechanisms. The chariots immediately emitted a shimmering, multicolored light, forming an impenetrable defensive line that blocked ninety percent of the cannon fire. However, the remaining ten percent only managed to destroy five or six crossbows.

Long Hui's face darkened, and he asked in surprise, "What is that thing that can block our artillery fire?"

Meng Ke replied, "This thing is called the Demon-Suppressing Chariot. It is made of Flowing Light Essence and operates on a similar principle to the Four-Dimensional Demon-Suppressing Realm. Both are defensive magic treasures."

Kong Qiu said, "This Demon-Suppressing Chariot must have been made by Hui Yu, the steward of the Imperial Altar."

Before he finished speaking, a familiar figure appeared in the enemy ranks. Long Hui recognized him at a glance. It was Hui Yu, who had driven the Oil-Burning Chariot in front of him and Kong Xiu that day.

Hui Yu directed his disciples to push the Demon-Suppressing Chariot, building a defensive line for the crossbowmen. The shimmering light seemed ethereal and unpredictable, yet it was impenetrable.

Meng Ke called out loudly, "Senior Brother Huiyu, do you still recognize me, Meng Ziyu?"

Huiyu glared at him and said, "Meng Ke, you despicable villain! All the Sect Leader's careful cultivation of you has been wasted; you've actually stooped to associating with traitors! I, Huiyu, have no fellow disciple like you!"

Meng Ke gave a bitter smile, about to retort, when he heard elegant and melodious zither music emanating from the opposing formation. The Jiangnan soldiers, upon hearing the music, calmed down, their previous fear of the dragon vanishing. Meng Ke

said, "Could it be Senior Sister Le Ning's presence?"

A sigh of helplessness rang out from the crowd. A graceful figure emerged, carrying a zither, her demeanor refined and elegant, dressed in magnificent attire, appearing more like a young lady enjoying a spring outing than a warrior facing off against the enemy.

Meng Ke smiled bitterly, "I never imagined I'd meet my senior sister under such circumstances."

Le Ning said softly, "Ziyu, things have developed to this point; it's truly not what I wanted."

Meng Ke said, "Senior sister, I don't want to offer any more explanations. I believe the truth will come out eventually."

Le Ning lowered her eyes and shook her head, biting her lip, and said, "Ziyu, your senior sister has already set up the Heavenly Gang Yuanqin Formation. You should retreat."

Meng Ke's expression stiffened. Long Hui asked curiously, "Brother Ziyu, what is the origin of this Heavenly Gang Yuanqin Formation that has put you in such a difficult position?"

Meng Ke said, "This is a unique formation of the Confucian Music Department, composed of thirty people with profound internal strength and a thorough understanding of music theory, all of whom are pure and have never experienced sexual relations, using the Yuanyang Yuanqin..." "The Yin energy, combined with the music played, forms a formation that can be used for both sonic defense and attack. Most importantly, the sonic waves contain the Heavenly Dipper, making them unpredictable. The greatest secret lies in their auxiliary function: as long as Sister Yue's music continues, the soldiers covered by her sonic waves will have an inexhaustible supply of energy, and it can even heal injuries and relieve pain."

Confucius added, "As long as people aren't dead, they can continue fighting. The most troublesome thing is that this formation is a living formation; its core can change according to the flow of Sister Yue Ning and the others' energy, making it difficult to predict."

Long Hui glanced at the defensive line on the shore and saw two thousand troops gathering on each flank. It seemed that landing would not be easy, and with the crossbows arrayed, even if they managed to land, the casualties would be extremely heavy.

Bai Lingyu also said, "As soon as they get close to the riverbank, the soldiers will be completely exposed to the crossbows. I'm afraid they'll lose more than half of their troops before they even reach Luochuan."

On the city wall, Jin Ziyi laughed, "General Long, why don't we see the Demon Queen and my senior brother?"

He deliberately mentioned Zong Yixiao and Luo Qingyan together to remind the disciples like Le Ning who were on good terms with Meng Ke—Meng Ke and his group had colluded with the demon race to commit regicide and rebellion. It was also a warning not to hold back, and there was a deeper meaning to it: he was certain that Long Hui's side had to protect Jinling and couldn't launch a full-scale attack.

Seeing that the other party had seen through his strategy, Long Hui sneered, "Prime Minister Jin, I advise you, don't pretend, or you'll get struck by lightning!"

Jin Ziyi smiled and said, "Hehe, I, Jin, will wait here to witness the general's military might. I hope you won't disappoint me!"

Long Hui shouted, "As you wish!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and shot a command arrow into the sky. In a short while, more than a hundred black figures appeared in the sky, pressing in. It was Ao Niao who was coming to the aid.

Long Hui shouted, "Lu Fei, blow up those ballistae!"

Leading the charge was none other than Lu Fei, the demon general who had fought alongside Long Hui in the Fiend Domain. He had rendered a great service in destroying the blood pool of the King of Hell's son, and now, leading his people, they soared through the air with even greater might.

"Rest assured, Dragon Lord, your subordinates will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Lu Fei roared, leading his men towards the crossbows on the riverbank. They all carried Sky-Splitting Spears, preparing to fly above the crossbows and destroy them.

Unexpectedly, another unexpected event occurred. Over a hundred spherical objects floated up within Luochuan City. Upon closer inspection, these spheres were all made of thick cowhide, with a bamboo basket tied to the bottom. Inside the basket stood a Confucian disciple, wielding a powerful bow and carrying a quiver of arrows.

Long Hui was taken aback and asked in surprise, "What are these things that can float in mid-air?"

Kong Qiu smiled wryly and said, "These are all suspended spheres designed by the Shu Tan. There is a mechanism at the bottom of the cowhide, which contains scorching fiery minerals. Just a few ounces can generate heat, and the expansion of the heat will inflate the cowhide, thus lifting the basket and the person into the sky."

As he spoke, another fierce battle broke out in the sky. Lu Fei took the lead, spreading his wings and swooping down on the enemy, intending to tear the cowhide with his sharp claws and knock down the suspended sphere.

Unexpectedly, the Confucian scholar in the basket drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and with a whoosh, a fire arrow was launched. The scorching arrow wind forced Lu Fei to temporarily avoid the attack. At the same time, the other Confucian scholars also launched fire arrows. More than a hundred proud birds could not get close to the crossbows, and in order to protect themselves, they had to drop their rifting arrows to reduce their burden and deal with their opponents.

Meng Ke exclaimed in surprise, "Their arrows are also made of fire-elemental minerals, which can be ignited with just a little Purple Yang True Qi. Moreover, these disciples are all elite archers with unparalleled archery skills. I'm afraid the Ao Niao formation will be ineffective."

Long Hui was slightly taken aback, then said with a wry smile, "Could this tactic be something the Confucian school devised to counter the demon race back then?"

Meng Ke smiled bitterly, "Indeed, when the demon race was born, the Ao Niao clan's aerial attack capabilities shocked the world. To deal with potential conflicts, the Immortal Master devised this suspended arrow formation. I never expected it to become an obstacle for our army today."

Long Hui snorted, thinking to himself, "Jin Ziyi is indeed extraordinary. She has devised countermeasures against all of our army's tactics. She truly deserves to be the head of the Confucian school's strategists. Although this is called a surprise attack, it will probably turn into a protracted war of attrition if things continue like this." As

soon as the thought crossed his mind, Long Hui immediately roared to the sky. Hearing the call of the true dragon, the river surface churned once more.

Suddenly, the river parted, and dozens of dragons swooped ashore, their movements swift and unparalleled, no less ferocious than lions and tigers. The ballistae had no time to react before the dragons were upon them, and with a single sweep of their tails, over a hundred ballistae were instantly rendered useless.

Qiu Baifei and Jin Ziyi on the city wall were dumbfounded. They had always thought the dragons only dominated the waters, never imagining they could wreak havoc on land.

Long Hui seemed to sense their astonishment, shrugged, and made an innocent face, as if to say, "I never said dragons couldn't come ashore." Jin Ziyi, with her profound internal strength and keen eyesight, had seen everything Long Hui had done and was nearly choked with rage.

After destroying the ballistae, Long Hui immediately ordered the dragons to retreat back into the water. He knew that while these dragons had the ability to go ashore, they were not adapted to the land environment. They might be able to display their power temporarily, but in the long run, they would likely be no match for elite troops and masters from the three sects.

When he first summoned the dragons and wiped out the guards of Shenlong Mountain, there was an element of luck involved. Firstly, the guards were too weak in combat, and secondly, the people of the Panlong Sacred Lineage worshipped and revered these sea-suppressing dragons, their hands and feet went weak at the sight of them, and they dared not resist. This allowed these aquatic beasts to roam freely on land.

Now, the enemy is not so different. If things go wrong, these evil dragons will become targets, especially with the endless stream of strange weapons from the Confucian school. To

eliminate the greatest threat to landing, Long Hui immediately disembarked from the ship and sailed close to the riverbank to build a pontoon bridge and seize the beach. With

the crossbows destroyed, Zhu Danlin decisively ordered his soldiers to attack, aiming to destroy the pontoon bridge while the Longlin Army was still unsettled.

A hundred-man infantryman from the Longlin Army took the lead in meeting the attack. They moved swiftly, stepping on the half-finished pontoon bridge and rushing ashore. The leader was a black-faced giant with a tiger's head and leopard's eyes, his beard and hair like thorns. Who else could it be but Yue Biao?

"Get out of my way, you scoundrels!"

Yue Biao roared like thunder, swinging his axe and hacking down. With a few swift blows, blood spurted, heads fell, and those who stood in his way crumbled.

This hundred-man squad, to speed things up, carried only three-foot-long sabers, lacking any heavy armor or weapons. However, their agility and ferocity were their strengths. In close combat, they held off Zhu Danlin's naval battalion outside the pontoon bridge, buying time for the engineers behind them.

Yue Biao was incredibly brave, wielding both axes with equal ferocity, killing everyone within ten paces. With such a powerful leader, his subordinates were equally determined. This hundred axe-wielders, relying on sheer courage, held off an enemy force several times their size, leaving the riverbank a blood-red stain.

A hidden door slowly opened on the deck of the Panlong, and two massive crossbows rose, firing two steel spikes with iron chains that anchored to the shore.

Several soldiers then nimbly climbed the chains, placing planks on top, quickly constructing a pontoon bridge.

Warhorses neighed, and Bai Lingyu, a single rider capable of taking on a thousand, personally led the charge. Her long, muscular legs spurred her horse, and she and her horse became one, shooting ashore like an arrow. Her spear thrust left and swept right, carving a bloody path through the enemy ranks. Behind her followed fifty riders, equally skilled horsemen. Although Zhu Danlin's soldiers outnumbered them, they were all adept at naval warfare and were no match for the Dragon Scale Army's infantry and cavalry. Their vanguard was routed, crashing into the central and rear camps, their formation already in disarray.

While the First Naval Battalion was in disarray, the remnants of Shucheng's forces still provided flanking support. Chen Jun, determined to avenge his defeat, saw Zhu Danlin's formation crumble and immediately led his troops in a counterattack.

Bai Lingyu let out a sharp cry, raising her spear to meet the attack. Her spear, like a venomous snake's tongue, felled enemy soldiers wherever its blade passed. Her valiant spirit was awe-inspiring, and Chen Jun's vanguard was already weakened.

Meanwhile, the pontoon bridges of the various warships had been completed, and the elite Dragonscale Army quickly stepped onto the riverbank to counterattack the Jiangnan soldiers.

In this critical moment, Huiyu led the Confucian disciples to activate the Demon-Suppressing Chariots. These chariots, imbued with defensive magic, formed a defensive line, temporarily halting the swarming Dragonscale Army.

At the same time, Le Ninglian stepped onto the Heavenly Dipper position, her delicate hands playing the strings, leading the remaining thirty-five disciples in a joint performance of the Heavenly Dipper Yuanqin Formation. The sound waves surged, causing dozens of Dragonscale Army soldiers at the forefront to foam at the mouth and collapse unconscious.

Bai Lingyu immediately placed his spear on his saddle, took down the Xuan Tie Strong Bow, nocked three Vajra Arrows, and unleashed a volley of three arrows. The arrows, infused with the divine power of the Qilin, were like thunderbolts from a clear sky, aiming to tear through the Confucian defenses.

Le Ning lowered her beautiful eyes, her slender fingers playing an even more exquisite tune, both gentle and powerful, shattering Bai Lingyu's arrows. Then, she channeled her inner energy, plucking a string that transformed into a sonic arrow, reflecting back at Bai Lingyu. Bai Lingyu

was startled and swung her spear to block the sonic arrow.

Le Ning snorted, "Let's see how many arrows you can block!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Heavenly Gang's might was unleashed, thirty-six Heavenly Gang musical notes transforming into arrows, instantly plunging Bai Lingyu into a hail of arrows.

In desperation, she had no choice but to abandon her horse to escape, but the poor steed was pierced by the sonic waves, its flesh mangled and dying instantly.

Enraged by her beloved horse's death, Bai Lingyu cried out, "You wretched woman, pay for my horse's life!"

She furiously swung her spear, transforming into a streak of light as she lunged at Le Ning.

Huiyu shouted, "You wicked woman, stop harming my fellow disciples!"

With a wave of his command flag, three demon-suppressing chariots swiftly moved in front of Yue Ning, and the defensive barrier re-formed, isolating the Qilin's divine power.

Bai Lingyu's offensive was thwarted, and she felt frustrated and frustrated. However, the Jiangnan army, bolstered by the music of Yue Ning and the others, regained its morale and strength, and surprisingly, they were locked in a stalemate with the Dragon Scale Army.

"This woman's music has such a miraculous effect. If we stop her, I'm afraid most of our army will be exhausted and die before we even reach the walls of Luochuan City."

Bai Lingyu discerned the key to the situation, adding three more points of ferocity to her spear, unleashing a barrage of thrusts, parries, and smashes, determined to shatter the Heavenly Dipper's music. However, her opponent not only possessed the profound mystery of the music but also had a group of evil-suppressing carts protecting her. Each time Bai Lingyu launched a strong attack, she was either repelled by the music, blocked by the barrier, or ambushed by the cart-pushing disciples' longswords, causing her to repeatedly fail.

Long Hui sat upright in the commander's seat of the Panlong, coldly observing the progress of the battle, but showing no intention of making a move: "Right now, I only see this fellow Jin Ziyi, while Yin Fangxi is nowhere to be found. It seems that Jin Ziyi has ordered him to hide to restrain me."

Seeing the stalemate in the battle, Long Hui's opinion of Jin Ziyi changed drastically. This scholar had not only accurately predicted that Luo Qingyan and the other five innate masters could not easily leave Jinling, but also arranged various tactics to counter his surprise attack, and even had Yin Fangxi spying from the shadows. He believed that as soon as he made a move, Yin Fangxi would seize the opportunity to emerge and restrain him.

After all, Yin Fangxi's cultivation was not much worse than his, so he could still restrain him.

"If the commander-in-chief is also caught in a fierce battle, it will be a huge blow to the morale of the entire army. Not to mention taking Luochuan City, it will be difficult to even retreat unscathed."

Long Hui fell into deep thought, constantly thinking of a good way to defeat the enemy. Suddenly, he stared at the long swords at the waists of the disciples of the Imperial Altar

. His eyes lit up immediately, and he pulled Wei Xuexin over and said, "Xuexin, this time it's up to you. Quickly use your sword heart to control the swords at their waists!" Wei Xuexin understood and leaped into the air, riding her sword into the battle.

She hovered in the air, her sword heart activated, and a mysterious sword intent spread in the surrounding area. The swords of the disciples of the Imperial Altar jumped out of their sheaths and turned against their masters.

The sharp attack came suddenly, and the disciples did not have time to react. They were immediately wounded. Although they were not fatal, the sword marks on their hands and feet also affected their riding skills. The barrier of the Demon-Suppressing Chariot immediately collapsed.

Bai Lingyu exclaimed with delight, "Xuexin, thank you so much!"

Wei Xuexin smiled and said, "Lingyu, let me experience this formation!"

With that, she formed a hand seal with her jade fingers, controlling her sword with her qi. The longsword of time transformed into a shooting star, striking directly at the Heavenly Gang Qin Formation with a cunning attack.

Le Ning, her face contorted with defeat, gathered the yin and yang energies of the thirty-six people to activate the Heavenly Gang, causing the stars to shift and the sky to lose its color.

Wei Xuexin used her sword to lure the enemy into battle, while her beautiful eyes searched for an empty space in the Heavenly Gang formation. However, the opponent's formation was perfectly formed, the pure yin and yang energies flowing seamlessly, without any flaws.

Le Ning's lips parted suddenly, and she chanted in a delicate voice, "Thunderclap Startles the Bowstring!"

Her song and the zither music resonated in the distance, and Wei Xuexin found herself surrounded by a rain-like mist.

She used her sword heart to probe and immediately realized that the opponent's technique was merely a realm created using sound waves, similar to the Azure Lotus Sword Realm.

With this thought in mind, Wei Xuexin remained calm and wielded the Sword of Time, creating a boundary within a boundary for her opponent. She used her sword intent to condense a vast landscape, engulfing the rain of arrows one by one.

However, the Heavenly Gang Sound Wave contained a fierce force, exploding within the Mountain and River Sword Realm. Wei Xuexin was shaken so badly that her blood and qi surged, and she could only retreat to defend herself.

Le Ning seized the initiative and chanted again, "Iron horses and icy rivers!"

With each line of poetry, she constructed a scene that alternated between reality and illusion. The line "Iron horses treading on icy rivers" conjured up a magnificent image of ten thousand horses galloping. Wei Xuexin felt a strong wind rushing towards her face, almost unable to breathe. She was both amazed and impressed: "What a powerful formation! No wonder Confucianism has stood for ten thousand generations!"

"Xuexin, I'm here to help you!"

Bai Lingyu suddenly appeared eight feet behind her, raising her spear and unleashing her full power. She swept the spear horizontally, which looked like an attack on her own people to others, but Wei Xuexin understood perfectly. She lifted her lotus foot, aiming the sole of her foot at the spear shaft, and used the power of the Qilin to deflect the attack back.

The little sword immortal rushed towards the sound wave of ten thousand horses like a cannonball. At the same time, Wei Xuexin used her Heavenly Sword Technique again, unleashing the move "Nine Heavens Thunder Shakes the Divine Land." The lightning sword energy, combined with the power of the Qilin, transformed into a purple lightning Qilin, which galloped and roared, shattering the sound wave of ten thousand horses.

Wei Xuexin's sword momentum only increased, forcefully thrusting towards the Heavenly Gang Qin Formation.

Le Ning, unwilling to be defeated, recited a poem: "A majestic pass protects the mountains and rivers!"

The qin music suddenly changed, transforming into a thick city wall, directly countering the sharp, divine sword.

Wei Xuexin raised an eyebrow, pushing forward another thirty percent of her inner energy, condensing her

sword energy into a single point, creating a crack in the vast city wall. Le Ning desperately tried to repair it, the Heavenly Gang star position instantly mending the crack. However, Wei Xuexin's intention was not this; she secretly injected a sword energy through the crack. The sword energy flowed with the formation's inner energy, capturing the location of the formation's core and locking it in place, preventing it from shifting at will. Thirty-six bright spots appeared on the Heavenly Gang Qin Formation.

Wei Xuexin's technique was quite similar to the swordsmanship her mother used to kill the false Buddha, evolving from the Heavenly Gang Vermilion Dot Technique—the Little Sword Immortal cleverly using the Vermilion Dot Technique to counter the Qin music formation with the power of time.

"Lingyu, quickly attack these bright spots!"

Bai Lingyu drew her powerful bow again, unleashing a barrage of arrows with divine power. In one breath, she emptied most of her quiver, pinning down thirty-three of the array's key points. Just three more arrows were needed for the Heavenly Dipper Array to collapse.

Just as Bai Lingyu fired her final three arrows, three streaks of fire shot down from the sky, forcefully intercepting the three arrows meant to break the array.

Bai Lingyu looked up and saw a long-bearded man standing proudly on the suspended sphere, holding the Golden Crow Bow and carrying the Rising Sun Arrow on his back. He was dashing and his eyes, like copper bells, were bright and piercing.

Le Ning said sweetly, "Senior Brother Feng Yi, quickly lend your little sister a hand!"

The man was none other than Feng Yi, the archery altar steward. He laughed loudly, "Junior Sister Le, don't worry, just watch your foolish brother break this crude archery technique!"

He drew the bowstring in mid-air, condensing his energy into arrows, and fired thirty-three energy arrows in one breath, shaking off the arrows pinning down the array's key points.

With the restraints broken, Le Ning immediately led the other disciples to circulate their Yin-Yang Qi and force Wei Xuexin's locking array sword light away.

Bai Lingyu glared at Feng Yi and snorted, "Such arrogance! This princess will see just how good your archery is!" With that, she let out a long howl to the sky, "Lu Fei, send me to heaven! I'm going to teach this madman a lesson!"

Feng Yi looked at Bai Lingyu's furious appearance and couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "As a general, you're still so impulsive. A few provocations and you've lost your head. Just as the rumors say, a brave but foolish woman."

"Your subordinate obeys!"

Lu Fei flapped his wings and swooped down. Bai Lingyu immediately jumped onto his back. Lu Fei carried Bai Lingyu into the sky and whispered a reminder, "Vice Commander, this Suan Ding's archery skills are quite good. Many of my brothers have been injured by him."

Bai Lingyu's beautiful eyes swept around and saw that many of the proud birds had arrow wounds and lost feathers, while the enemy's hovering balls had lost less than ten and their formation was in disarray. On the contrary, the proud bird team had lost a lot of airspace. The difference in strength was obvious.

Lu Fei said, "Madam Bai, that group of pedantic archers is extremely powerful, and we really can't get any closer."

Bai Lingyu disassembled her spear into three sections and carried them on her back, took out her longbow, stared intently at Feng Yi, and said coldly, "To catch the thief, first catch the king. Once I deal with the leader, the rest of the minor characters will be easy to handle!"

Lu Fei asked, "How does the deputy commander plan to deal with this person?"

Bai Lingyu thought for a moment, "This person's figure is as steady as Mount Tai, so his archery skills must also be steady. Then I will do the opposite and use movement to disturb stillness!"

Lu Fei let out a long cry, spread his wings and flew, circling around the suspended ball formation. Bai Lingyu used the rapid flight to constantly look for Feng Yi's weaknesses. On the other side, the proud bird demons also launched a new round of attacks. The archery disciples all drew their bows and fired. The flaming arrows were unstoppable, forcing the proud birds to return empty-handed once again.

Bai Lingyu raised an eyebrow and whispered to Lu Fei, "General Lu Fei, have them make a few feints to test their range."

Lu Fei let out a few bird calls, and his subordinates did as he was told. After losing several soldiers, they finally figured out the enemy's range—five hundred paces.

Bai Lingyu asked again, "Besides your claws, what other attack methods does your Ao Niao clan have?"

Lu Fei replied, "We have a move called Thousand Feather Thrust, which uses demonic energy to force out feathers from our bodies to shoot at the enemy, but its range is only three hundred paces, which is inferior to theirs."

Bai Lingyu smiled slightly and transmitted his voice to Lu Fei, "First, fly into the vicinity of five hundred paces in a dense formation, and then immediately disperse and retreat beyond five hundred paces, wasting the enemy's arrows."

Lu Fei then gave the order in his own language, and the demons gathered into a team and rushed towards the suspended ball in a cone-shaped formation. The archery disciples immediately drew their bows and aimed. In their eyes, this dense formation was simply a live target, and they could hit the target even with their eyes closed. Just as they were about to let go, Lu Fei shouted, "Disperse and retreat to the side!"

The demons flapped their wings and scattered in all directions, circling in the air and retreating beyond five hundred paces. The archery disciples could no longer control their arrows, which flew out of their bows, needlessly wasting many sharp arrows.

Bai Lingyu continued, "After suffering a loss, the enemy will learn their lesson. They will wait for you to get closer before firing their arrows. You should have your men advance and retreat continuously, luring them to fire blanks. After a few rounds, they will widen the range of their arrow formation. Once they are within three hundred paces, it will be time to counterattack."

Lu Fei followed Bai Lingyu's advice and had his subordinates continuously lure the enemy to fire their arrows. As they missed their target multiple times, the archery disciples began to get impatient and intentionally or unintentionally waited for the arrogant birds to get closer. However, when the arrogant birds approached within three hundred paces, Lu Fei immediately ordered everyone to unleash the Thousand Feather Spikes. Thousands of feathers transformed into sharp points and shot towards the suspended ball. The Confucian disciples were caught off guard and the arrow formation immediately collapsed. The suspended ball was broken by the feather spikes, and due to the air leak, it could not maintain its suspended state and fell to the ground. The disciples immediately picked up a steel wire umbrella, unfolded it, and used the gentle current of the umbrella to reduce the downward momentum.

Bai Lingyu smiled and said, "So these pedants have such a life-saving trick."

Feng Yi was highly skilled, and he was the only one who could protect the suspended ball. Seeing that the suspended arrow formation had been destroyed by the opponent's treacherous trick, he was so angry that he glared at Bai Lingyu and said, "You untrustworthy brat, didn't you say you wanted to compete with me in archery? Why did you sneak up on my disciple!"

Bai Lingyu chuckled and said, "Silly scholar, have you gone stupid from reading too much? Haven't you heard that all's fair in war?" Feng Yi suddenly realized that the woman's angry appearance just now was an act. He thought that she had been provoked and wanted to compete with him, but she was just going with the flow and creating a mystery by running up to the sky to command the proud birds to deal with the suspended ball.

As the saying goes, honest people are the easiest to deceive when they lie. Bai Lingyu used to give the impression of being brave but lacking in wisdom, a fierce and warlike woman. Now, her cunning has made her hard to guard against. Not to mention Feng Yi, even Jin Ziyi on the city wall couldn't believe her eyes.

"Despicable and shameless! You are not gentlemen!"

Feng Yi shouted angrily.

Bai Lingyu immediately laughed and said, "This old lady is a true woman. Archery scholar, have you really lost your mind?"

Feng Yi's beard trembled with anger. He drew his black gold bow and was about to shoot Bai Lingyu.

Bai Lingyu snorted, "Lu Fei, give him another Thousand Feather Dagger!"

Lu Fei laughed and ordered the demons to attack. A barrage of feathers rained down on Feng Yi. Even with his superb archery skills, he was outnumbered. Before being riddled with holes, he jumped out of the basket and escaped.

Watching from afar, Long Hui was both amused and exasperated, thinking to himself, "One is influenced by one's company. Little Yu'er used to be so honest and innocent, but after spending so much time with that little vixen, she's developed this skill of deceiving people without batting an eye."

Having dealt with the suspended arrow formation, Bai Lingyu freed up her hands to prepare for the Heavenly Gang Qin formation on the ground. The battle on the ground was becoming increasingly fierce. Le Ning withdrew the attacking sound waves of the Qin formation, switching to a defensive stance, and used her Qin skills to assist the Jiangnan army.

Originally, one Longlin army soldier could handle six Jiangnan soldiers; now, with the aid of Qin skills, three Jiangnan soldiers could hold off one Longlin soldier. Furthermore, Qin skills could heal minor injuries and restore some stamina, making these Jiangnan soldiers increasingly courageous. The Longlin army was temporarily blocked on the riverbank.

Bai Lingyu gritted her teeth and said, "Lu Fei, throw the Rift-Void Stones over there! Let's see if they still have the leisure to play the zither and sing!"

Lu Fei responded with a "Yes," and led his men towards the Heavenly Gang Zither Formation. The Rift-Void Stones swarmed down, creating billowing smoke and dust, making it impossible for living beings to approach.

Bai Lingyu snorted, "I don't believe we can't break this turtle shell this time!"

Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, a faint strange light rose from the smoke. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Huiyu had arrived in time with the Evil-Suppressing Chariot Formation, setting up a protective wall around the Heavenly Gang Zither Formation. Combined with the original defensive sound waves of the Heavenly Gang Zither Formation, Le Ning and the others were completely unharmed! On the city wall, Jin Ziyi shouted, "Three formations unite!"

The archery disciples who had landed safely immediately converged on the Heavenly Gang Qin Formation. The three altar stewards exchanged a glance, their minds in sync, and the formations instantly merged into one. The Demon-Suppressing Chariot Formation erected a wall of light on the outside, and the archery disciples followed closely, their arrows pointing outwards in unison. The Heavenly Gang Qin Formation was surrounded in the center, its six Heavenly Gangs circulating Yin and Yang energies, making the sound waves even louder. At this moment, the formation was perfectly formed, not only providing divine assistance to the soldiers of Jiangnan, but also protected by the Demon-Suppressing Barrier on the outside and the Heavenly Gang Qin Formation on the inside, which also had defensive sound waves. Most importantly, the sound waves from their playing could become invisible arrows for the archery disciples. These disciples could simply use their Confucian internal energy to grab a sound wave, nock it on their bowstring, and shoot it outwards.

The Dragon Scale Army generals were immediately shocked. This was clearly a mobile fortress, and with a continuous stream of arrows.

However, just as the three formations successfully merged, Jin Ziyi received a report from her disciples, and a smug smile immediately appeared on her face. She whispered a few words to Qiu Baifei, and then sounded the retreat. The Jiangnan army, which had originally blocked the Longlin army at the riverbank, immediately retreated in an orderly manner, and the Confucian disciples who were assisting in the battle also retreated with the army, making the Longlin generals full of suspicion.

Bai Lingyu's face darkened, and she asked, "Lu Fei, what happened ahead?"

Lu Fei took to the air and looked around from above, and reported back, "Vice Commander, there are mounds of earth piled up outside Luochuan City, and the enemy troops are all retreating into the mounds."

Long Hui also found it strange, so he ordered the troops to gather their formation and advance steadily, to first understand the situation before making any plans.

When they arrived outside Luochuan City, they saw dense mounds of earth, each about a meter high, arranged in a strange manner.

Long Hui took a closer look and realized it was a formation. The mounds, scattered here and there, were arranged in a seemingly chaotic yet orderly fashion, incorporating the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, as well as the Three Powers and Five Elements, connecting the Big Dipper and the Southern Sea.

Long Hui examined them more closely and sensed a hidden killing intent within the mounds. He pondered, "That Confucian scholar who combined the three formations must be hiding inside. Rushing

in would be extremely dangerous." Thinking this, he turned and asked, "Brother Ziyu, is this also a Confucian formation?"

Meng Ke sighed and said, "Indeed, this formation subtly combines various numerological transformations. Only a few altar stewards like Hua Fangyuan could possess such skill."

"Haha, I didn't expect Ziyu to remember me!"

A faint voice echoed from behind the mounds. At the same time, the formation activated, and the surrounding scenery became ethereal and unpredictable. Luochuan City seemed to be shrouded in a layer of white mist.

Through the hazy mist, Jin Ziyi's provocative voice rang out: "Dragon Thief, do you dare to enter the formation!"

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