[Wuxia] The Green Hat of the Martial World (Book) - 7-9

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Chapter 23: Double Penetration and Humiliation

With a tug on his belt, all his clothes fell away, instantly revealing to the four people and their four pairs of eyes a naked body with naturally strong muscles, and a shockingly erect iron rod of a man's penis.

Suddenly, the two maids, Yuexuan and Yuechan, seeing the man's penis appear before them for the first time, were so astonished that their hearts pounded, and they both blushed and closed their eyes.

"Hehe... Yuexuan, Yuechan, what's wrong with you two?"

Long Dingyi saw this and grabbed his crotch, rubbed it, shook it, and then laughed loudly, "It's about to burst me! Come and crawl under my crotch, I'll make you two kneel like bitches and use your little mouths and tongues to suck my dragon root! Then I'll have a virginity-breaking ceremony with those two maids on the bed! Hahahaha!" Yuexuan

and Yuechan, who were standing beside him, heard this. However, these two lowly maids were like devils and Satan in their hearts. They dared not utter a sound if they wanted to resist. If they wanted to continue to live here, if they wanted to obey the master in front of them, they had to sacrifice their pure and innocent bodies, and even their precious virginity. Whether they served or lost their virginity, they would not know until the very last moment.

However, amidst their turbulent emotions, a glimpse of a swollen, red male organ before them caused them to involuntarily display a look of both resistance and attraction, suddenly stirring a surge of desire within them.

Long Yi raised an eyebrow, his crotch fully extended, and sneered, "I order you to crawl over here immediately!"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes flashed, and he was already upon Yue Xuan and her companion. Just as they were about to crouch down and crawl forward like dogs, there was a sudden, urgent knock on the door, the voice frantic and hurried.

"Hehehe!"

Suddenly, Long Yiding, sitting arrogantly, heard someone outside the door disturbing his enjoyment. Enraged, his fingers clenched tightly, and he glared fiercely at the door in the distance, shouting, "Who goes there? How dare you disturb my refined pleasure! What is your punishment?!"

"Reporting...Reporting to Master Long, Eunuch Zhao is outside requesting an audience."

A voice came from outside the room, causing Long Yiding's expression to change drastically. His mind seemed to freeze for a moment, and then his whole body stiffened.

'My godfather has left the Qin Palace?' Long Yiding thought blankly for a moment: 'What could my godfather do by personally coming to visit me?' In a flash, Long Yiding could only temporarily put aside the lust in his heart, and without caring about the two prey on the bed, he hurriedly left for the hall. He walked at a leisurely pace, seemingly unhurried, heading towards the palace. The palace and its inner chambers were only a few dozen steps apart, yet Long Yiding seemed unable to traverse the layers of alleys and courtyards.

A thick fog was rising, and he paused, then looked up at the moonlight. He realized there was still some time before sunrise, but the fog rushing towards him was as cold as snow. With each step forward, his doubts and confusion seemed to rise even faster in his mind.

The entire alleyway ahead was gloomy, as somber as the face of a dragon. Scenes from the past seemed to flood his mind...

Time flies like an arrow, year after year passing by like a meteor shower. He could hardly remember how he had inexplicably fallen into this strange place. He only knew that he was seriously injured, his head spinning, and he was crying out in pain. Finally, he was discovered in the very place he had fallen into—the Qin Palace's backyard, a place he only learned the name of the next day when he awoke—where he was found.

He was discovered and saved in a daze. Yes, the person who had personally discovered his whereabouts in the Qin Palace's backyard and saved his life was none other than his godfather, Zhao Gao, the only eunuch who had gained the trust of Qin Shi Huang, with whom he had later secretly held a tea ceremony to formally establish their kinship.

From then on, Zhao Gao, the eunuch second only to the emperor, without much questioning, immediately concluded that the seriously wounded man was merely an assassin who had infiltrated the palace. For the safety of his master, he immediately ordered him dragged out and beheaded.

At this critical moment, seeing his past fading into oblivion and his heart shattered, even the reason to cling to life seemed meaningless. Having reached this point, he felt his talents had run dry. Seeing that death was inevitable, in his panic, he recounted his entire history of the Qin Dynasty—its origins, causes, and consequences—to the treacherous eunuch before him, without reservation.

Little did he know, the eunuch had a sudden epiphany, actually believing it to be true. He immediately withdrew his order to behead him and became convinced that this mysterious man hiding deep in the palace was undoubtedly a rare and incredibly powerful divination expert. Therefore, he kept him by his side for future use and to consolidate his own position in the court. Such a brilliant plan, killing two birds with one stone, why not?

He walked and walked, passing through countless alleys and corridors, until he stopped in front of a huge archway. Long Dingyi caught his breath, calmed himself, and recalled how, in order to survive in this strange place, he had been forced to recognize this Qin Dynasty eunuch as his godfather. From then on, with the backing of this powerful and influential figure who struck fear into the hearts of the people, Long Yiding, now riding high and beaming with pride, never dreamed he would reach such a point. The power that commanded obedience, the overwhelming tyranny, was more exhilarating than anything a god could offer. Even if he were to return to his own land one day,

he would be able to bring glory to his ancestors and be remembered for generations. Recalling his time in the Qin Palace, where he had spent nearly four years observing official business and diligently practicing martial arts by his godfather's side, until one day his godfather gave him a crucial mission: to infiltrate the martial arts world and prevent it from uniting, using a strategy of gentle persuasion to prevent various factions from reaching a consensus and launching a rebellion that would force the palace out and overthrow the court.

Over the years, Long Dingyi wandered the martial arts world alone, traversing the entire Jiangnan and Northern regions, determined to infiltrate the martial arts community by any means necessary. Finally, his efforts were rewarded, and he set his sights on the Tianlong Sect, the current leader of the martial arts alliance. This led to the incident where he feigned injury on Tianlong Mountain. Later, relying on his skills and quick wit, he even deceived the sect by claiming to be a stranger with no family or friends. Through emotional manipulation and tears, he finally gained the special favor of the Tianlong Sect's leader, who temporarily took him in as a guest. Gradually, his excellent martial arts foundation fooled the leader's discerning eyes, earning him his favor and the instruction in the sect's inner sword techniques. Overnight, he rose to become the sect's most trusted disciple, overshadowing the entire martial arts world.

Besides, he had searched for that person's whereabouts time and again, but returned empty-handed. Now, he was secretly using his godfather's reputation to collude with corrupt officials and sorcerers in various regions. He believed that with the military and material resources of the government and the secret techniques of a group of sorcerers, it would not be difficult to find someone across the land. The difficulty lay in the vast Jiangnan and Dabeibei regions, which were neither too large nor too small. Searching for an unknown outsider in the vast ocean was like finding a needle in a haystack. He didn't know if that person might have come to this strange place inexplicably, just like him. Now, with so many channels to accomplish this task, finding someone's location would be much easier. Then, avenging the grudge from back then would be just around the corner.

While awaiting good news, Long Yiding, who had been forced by circumstances to stand on the edge of being half-loyal and half-wicked from the beginning, had for many years resorted to any means necessary to curry favor with court officials and even a group of high-ranking officials in the bureaucracy. He was even willing to be ruthless and vicious. Because of this, he was very familiar with the benefits of speaking in official jargon. One chopstick is easy to break, but ten pairs are hard to break. Living by this twisted logic, he unknowingly reached a state of being obsessed with power and women. He wanted to consolidate his rightful power in private. He wanted to enjoy all the glory, wealth and beauty in the world while he was still alive. Until one day, he learned the whereabouts of that person from one of the wandering magicians...

Almost instantly, Long Yiding pulled his gaze back from the distance, his subconscious returning to the spot. A guilty conscience gripped him; his heart pounded, and beads of sweat on his forehead flowed like a rushing stream.

He knew that the powerful courtier, burdened with official duties, had abandoned everything to travel a long distance from the palace for a meeting, and now, in the dead of night, he was visiting him. Something was definitely amiss. He sensed something was amiss, that there might be more to the story. A chill ran down his spine. Either his secret of seeking out beautiful women in the martial world had been discovered by his godfather's confidants, or his corruption in officialdom had reached his godfather's ears, angering him and causing him to come in a huff. Thinking of this, his heart pounded as if it would burst out of his chest. He had a feeling that something unexpected and terrible was about to happen to him during the meeting!

Just inches away, Long Dingyi stood before the gate, his gaze fixed on the magnificent hall before him. Seated in the center sat a powerful court official, a man not only cold and ruthless but also ruthless and cunning in his actions. This chilling figure was none other than Zhao Gao, the eunuch from whom Long Dingyi had recently profited from numerous favors through his influence.

Although Zhao Gao was a court eunuch, he had won the favor and trust of Qin Shi Huang, who required his accompaniment for both court appearances and travels. However, Long Dingyi, driven by his own selfish desires, had not revealed the full details of this affair when he revealed the secrets of Qin's impending prosperity and power.

Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, he was actually a snobbish and calculating man. This was precisely why he didn't reveal the inevitable downfall of Qin and its inability to withstand the Second Emperor's corruption. He feared that if he did, no one would believe his so-called prophecies. Therefore, over the years, he had never spoken of the Qin Dynasty's impending demise or the fateful outcome between the Qin King and his successor.

After a long silence, a cold wind suddenly swept by. Long Dingyi realized he had been standing at the gate for quite some time. With a slightly composed expression, he struggled forward.

"Greetings, Eunuch Zhao. It is truly my fault for keeping you waiting."

Long Dingyi confessed without being asked, entering the hall before anyone could give him instructions.

"Long Dingyi, how dare you!"

Eunuch Zhao's expression changed drastically, his tone as shocking as if he were the emperor's fury. He never came to the palace without a reason, and this time he seemed to have come with a vengeance. He slammed his hand on the table and said solemnly, "Or do you really think you're my father, having completely disregarded my orders and acting recklessly outside?"

Suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety, Long Dingyi froze, his heart sinking. Subconsciously, he knew he was in deep trouble. If his grand scheme was exposed by Eunuch Zhao, there was only one possible outcome: certain death, and his body lying in the street.

"Eunuch Zhao...please forgive my momentary folly...I was also forced by treacherous people and mistakenly believed others. The facts you pointed out, Eunuch Zhao, did not come from my true intentions...I beg you, Eunuch Zhao, to see the truth!"

Playing the role of a Taiwanese opera performer was indeed forced upon him by Long Yi. He immediately knelt in the hall, bowed his head, and repeatedly kowtowed, pleading for mercy.

Eunuch Zhao, a cunning man, noticed this and his expression softened slightly. He then glanced at the eunuch beside him. This eunuch was no ordinary person; he possessed almost omnipresent eyes and countless informants. He was one of Eunuch Zhao's trusted confidants and enjoyed the most favor from the powerful Eunuch Zhao in the court.

"Eunuch Zhao, please allow me to offer a word,"

Long Dingyi, still kowtowing, suddenly heard his godfather's confidant speak: "Although this man is guilty, his abilities should not be overlooked. In my opinion, he possesses the talent of a great general, especially considering that he could calculate the future of the Qin Dynasty with just his five fingers together, and now his prophecies are unfolding one by one during our Qin Dynasty. Such miraculous accuracy is truly astounding. Therefore, I must commend his past divination skills." "That's it."

Eunuch Zhao suddenly lowered his eyes and stared at his godson on the ground. He was also struggling with his own thoughts. To be honest, he didn't really want to offend his godson. However, the King of Qin was showing signs of old age and weakness. In recent days, he had to personally attend court to report on matters from time to time. With such physical labor, he believed that the King's lifespan would soon come to an end. Therefore, in order to continue to consolidate his power and position in the court, once he had become powerful and had been in control of the court for a long time, how could he let go of a powerful person who controlled half of the country?

Suddenly, Eunuch Zhao's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his face revealing murderous intent. He shouted, "Yes, I also have my own thoughts to share. However, this willful and unruly lackey, knowing he has duties to perform, dared to secretly collude with corrupt officials behind my back. Moreover, for his own selfish desires, he committed all sorts of evil deeds outside, including murder and arson. Such heinous acts only amplify his crimes. Now that the evidence is conclusive, he should be punished!"

In fact, Eunuch Zhao was thinking that the King of Qin would soon be going on a tour, and all the affairs of the court would fall into his hands. In order to continue to consolidate his power and not want any loopholes or mistakes during this period, he had no choice but to resort to this ruthless tactic to win over the hearts of the court officials.

Long Yiding knelt on the ground, his mind in turmoil. Yet, he harbored no resentment. If it weren't for his selfish desire for revenge, he wouldn't have ended up in this predicament, having once held considerable power. He could only curse himself for his momentary lapse in temper. As the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope," he thought, and continued to fuel his desire. He kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead touching the ground.

"Eunuch Zhao! Please, Eunuch Zhao, spare my life! I will never dare to act so recklessly again! Otherwise, I will never have a good end! Please spare my worthless life!"

Long Yiding seemed to speak with blood dripping from his lips, his face covered in urine, utterly ashamed. For a man to act like this was a disgrace to all men.

"Lord Yan! Please, Lord Yan, persuade Eunuch Zhao to spare this servant this time!"

Long Dingyi immediately crawled to the feet of the official standing next to Eunuch Zhao, crying and begging for mercy, "This servant begs Lord Yan to save this servant's life!"

"Eunuch Zhao, this person... really cannot be spared for now?"

Although Long Dingyi's face was covered in tears, when he heard that Lord Yan in front of him had fallen for his self-inflicted injury, a sly smile appeared on his lips. Before long, he tightened his tears and mournful expression, and continued to kneel at their feet, breaking down and wailing.

"Hmm..."

Eunuch Zhao, a truly despicable and treacherous official, pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "If this man can redeem himself through meritorious service, I can temporarily pardon this dog of a lackey."

At this moment, Long Ding realized that he had once again escaped the gates of hell to beheading. Yes, this wasn't the first time he had been pardoned. In the past, facing this easily angered and mad Eunuch Zhao was like serving a tiger while serving a king. Although he was a godson in private, he was in reality a godson in name only, a tool to be manipulated at will. Whenever he showed the slightest disobedience, he would suffer a great deal of dread and have crimes pinned on him one by one.

For a long time, he had fantasized that if pistols really existed in this dynasty, he would definitely shoot this hateful eunuch in the head without hesitation to vent his years of humiliation and hatred.

If it weren't for the need to cling to life in this vast and unfettered dynasty, continuing to greedily indulge in the unearned riches and beautiful women of all kinds, as the saying goes, "A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated." For the sake of his dignity, Long Yi would have long since disregarded this eunuch.

"Thank you, Eunuch Zhao, for sparing my life! I will never forget your great kindness!"

The words had barely left his lips when Long Dingyi was still kowtowing frantically, his face dripping with snot and urine as he thanked him. Yet, his tone betrayed a veil of insincerity; he was utterly a treacherous and shameless scoundrel, capable of any despicable act or word to save his life.

Eunuch Zhao remained unmoved and slowly said, "Yan Le, you may leave for now. I have something to discuss with this dog of a servant privately."

"Your humble servant obeys,"

Yan Le bowed respectfully and walked out with his head bowed.

As Eunuch Zhao watched his beloved general depart and gently closed the hall doors, he rose from the center of the hall, reached out to help his still kneeling godson up, and smiled, "My sworn son, I didn't mean to be angry with you just now, but your actions outside were simply too much."

Long Dingyi, supported by this seemingly cunning and unpredictable eunuch, found his expression shifting rapidly. Even after being his godson for several years, Long Dingyi had grown increasingly unfamiliar with and unable to fathom his demeanor. In an instant,

Long Dingyi frowned, looking bewildered, thinking: 'That damned eunuch is truly cunning. Just now he was speaking coldly to his beloved general, practically forcing me to confront him, and now he's all smiles at me. He's definitely trying to give me a hard time! Fine!' Since you, this eunuch, are so ungrateful and have cut off my source of income, and you insist on doing this, then I won't hide it from you any longer! Let's see what you can do to me! "Yi'er, why do you seem so distracted? Are you still resentful of your godfather's tone just now?"

Eunuch Zhao's expression changed slightly as he slowly said, "You saw it for yourself just now. Your godfather's confidant was here, and he truly had no choice..."

Long Dingyi frowned deeply and whispered, "This servant knows that godfather had no choice, but I've been wondering what you meant by 'making amends for one's crimes'?"

"Hehe! Now that there are no other outsiders in the hall, there's no need to address yourself as 'this servant' anymore. So, Yi'er is troubled by this matter?"

Eunuch Zhao shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Then, Yi'er, do you know anything about military strategy?"

"Military strategy?"

Long Dingyi glanced at his godfather. The eunuch in front of him was truly chilling. His unfathomable expression made him immediately lower his head silently, unsure of what to say.

Eunuch Zhao smiled and said, "Yes, it's about how to probe the enemy's mindset before battle, trigger a single strike, and annihilate them without leaving a trace."

Long Dingyi stood trembling in place, smiling bitterly at his godfather, "Forgive my ignorance, I truly know nothing about the military strategies used on the battlefield."

"Godfather won't blame you, after all, I'm not from a military background, and besides, military thought isn't the true way to govern a country, but merely the way to strengthen

the army. Godfather surely understands this, so how could he blame you?" Eunuch Zhao smiled at Long Dingyi and said, "To be honest, the King is now old, and once the current tyrant dies, a change of dynasty is inevitable. With Godfather supervising and a group of officials assisting, the throne, wealth, and the honor of being emperor for generations will sooner or later belong to you alone."

"Father...Father, you don't really intend to overthrow the government, murder the emperor, and seize the throne, do you? If the other officials in the court find out and it reaches the ears of the Prince of Qin, I'm afraid my entire family will be executed, and I

'll never be able to escape death!" Long Dingyi was stunned, his expression like a bird startled by a bow, and he said in a trembling voice, "This matter is no small thing, and we really need to consider it carefully. It concerns the extermination of nine generations of one's family, so we absolutely cannot act rashly!"

"Cannot act rashly?"

Eunuch Zhao suddenly lost his smile, his expression blank for a moment, but then he burst into laughter, "Hahaha! Judging from Father's current power in the court, dealing with an old and senile tyrant is more than enough!"

Long Dingyi stood there, almost unable to move, feeling lingering fear. After all, he had never really fantasized about one day ascending to the throne, let alone realizing that idea.

"Yi'er, what's wrong?"

Eunuch Zhao still stared at his godson, who was standing close to him, and asked with a smile, "Does Yi'er really not think about becoming emperor and enjoying a life of wealth and honor forever?" "

What ability or skill do I have? I dare not aspire to such a position. Besides, the King of Qin has many princes who will inherit the throne. How could it be my turn to seize the throne? It's a small matter if I don't get the throne, but it would be a big deal if I were captured and beheaded!"

Long Yiding was indeed a self-aware person. On the one hand, he had to consider his own safety, and on the other hand, he thought about his future.

Eunuch Zhao chuckled, "Hahaha! Those incompetent princes? Why not entrust them to your godfather to handle?"

"Then what brilliant idea does godfather have?"

Long Dingyi was so anxious he couldn't hold back his breath, his heart pounding. Recalling the records of many princes being harmed in the history of the Qin Dynasty, he asked again, "Godfather... you won't kill all those princes one by one, will you?"

Eunuch Zhao pondered for a moment, then finally smiled coldly and replied, "Let's put this matter aside for now. In short, godfather always keeps his word. My son can rest easy and patiently wait to become your king!"

In this situation, Long Dingyi completely calmed down, his mind blank. He knew that the person in front of him was a cunning villain who harmed the loyal and good, and was willing to sacrifice everything around him to achieve his goals. He was not a virtuous gentleman at all. Moreover, he vaguely remembered that Zhao Gao, the eunuch in history, was indeed a treacherous minister who murdered the emperor and seized the throne. Just now, he had proposed that he become the new emperor of the Qin Dynasty, which was simply a pipe dream. Even a three-year-old child would not believe such nonsense.

"Yi'er..."

A loud voice landed, and the echo lingered around the hall, suddenly waking Long Yiding from his deep thoughts.

As soon as the words were spoken, Long Dingyi snapped out of his daze through the hazy vision and replied with an unnatural expression, "Ah... my godson is listening..."

Having seen countless people, Eunuch Zhao, seeing his godson's extremely depressed mood, immediately probed, "Why is my godson always so melancholy? What's been bothering my good godson lately? Why not tell your godfather the truth? Even if the sky falls, your godfather will be there to share the burden."

At this moment, Long Dingyi's heart sank. Facing this cunning old fox, he knew his own status was merely that of a puppet to be manipulated. He immediately thought that if the old fox knew everything he had done outside, his miserable end would be unimaginable.

"My godson is really alright, please don't worry, godfather."

In an instant, Long Dingyi slowly walked to the door frame of the hall, his back to his godfather, and gazed at the dim moonlight outside. After a long silence, he suddenly sighed sadly, "By the way, it seems that godfather hasn't mentioned the matter of redeeming oneself through meritorious service yet."

"Hehe! Don't be too hasty. It seems that my godson is more anxious than his godfather."

Eunuch Zhao sneered, "But my godson really has to be able to do it. If not, even if my godson is your godson, you will still suffer."

Eunuch Zhao's cold and domineering voice, his piercing eyes, and his icy expression seemed to possess a power that controlled the life and death of people, instantly sending chills down one's spine. Standing at close range, Long Dingyi couldn't help but tremble. He could only nod, his hair standing on end.

"This is a long story. As you know, although the Qin treasury is currently rich and full, the discontent among the common people in various regions is growing daily, leading to frequent uprisings. In addition, Your Majesty's tyrannical and ruthless handling of memorials over the years has resulted in the current uncontrollable situation. Moreover, I have heard that recently a group of rabble-like rebels have gained the support of the common people in various regions, and they are banding together to oppose my Qin Dynasty, seeking nothing more than to overthrow it!"

Eunuch Zhao spoke each word carefully, then glanced at his godson beside him, a sly smile on his face. "What is your opinion on this matter, my godfather?"

Changing the subject, Long Dingyi knew perfectly well that his godfather was using this opportunity to test his strength. So, sweating profusely, he continued, "In my opinion, those rabble outside are nothing to worry about."

"That was true before, but the situation has changed. I fear that my Qin army will be insufficient and exhausted. Given Qin's current strength of several million troops, facing a pincer attack from various regions for an extended period will likely be too much for us to handle."

"Hmm..."

Long Dingyi unconsciously recalled the past, paused, and slowly said, "Forgive my boldness, but have you ever heard of the so-called 'cultivation and warfare method'?"

Eunuch Zhao pressed, "The cultivation and warfare method?"

"Yes, the so-called 'farming-warfare method' originally meant that soldiers would fight when needed and cultivate the land when not, so as not to waste manpower and resources,"

Long Dingyi answered directly.

Eunuch Zhao paused for a moment, then continued, "Father, I remember that Prime Minister Li Si once mentioned this point before the King. Moreover, since Shang Yang's reforms, our Great Qin has always adopted the farming-warfare method. There is no doubt that this method has indeed had its purpose over the years."

Long Dingyi smiled faintly, "If we were still in the Warring States period, it could truly be put to good use. But now the war between Great Qin and the six states has long since ended, and the overall situation in various places has been settled. Previously, when we conquered a place, we had to send troops to garrison it to avoid future troubles. If this continues, it will only result in more soldiers than farmers. If we do not reduce taxes and encourage agricultural production as soon as possible, even if we have to face the resistance of rebels, we must always be on guard against any changes in the actions of the various lords. At that time, Great Qin may face the predicament of food shortage."

"Tax reduction can certainly encourage agricultural production, but while agricultural production may increase, national tax revenue will decrease accordingly. In addition to food and pay, military supplies also require chariots, horses, and weapons. Won't we be unable to make ends meet?"

Eunuch Zhao's eyes darted around, as if he were probing.

"This point..."

Long Yiding stood there, seemingly stunned for a long time. After a while, he calmly continued, "Godfather, in governing a country, one must not only focus on immediate gains. Reduce taxes and aim to increase agricultural production. As long as the people have surplus grain, they can naturally exchange grain for goods. At that time, the market will be thriving, and the tax revenue from merchants will inevitably increase. It can be said that both officials and the people benefit, Godfather." Eunuch

Zhao stood there without saying a word, looking at his godson who had high hopes for him. Thinking of his godson who had just spoken so eloquently, he couldn't help but feel comforted. However, the explanation he had just heard was not only reasonable but also seemed particularly logical. After years of secret cultivation, it seemed that it was time for this chess piece, who was proficient in both literature and martial arts, to be put to good use.

Suddenly, Eunuch Zhao burst into laughter, saying, "Hahaha! It's only been a short time since we last met, yet you've transformed into a truly remarkable man! My son's abilities in both governance and military strategy have matured considerably, and his former wildness seems to have subsided considerably. My son, you have indeed not disappointed your godfather; I am now truly impressed with you!"

In his haste, Long Yiding immediately and feigned gratitude, cupping his hands together in gratitude to his godfather, saying, "Thank you for your meticulous guidance over the years; it is through your guidance that I have achieved my current abilities."

"Yi'er, you're too modest. Yi'er's current abilities are the result of his own years of accumulated strength, which far surpasses the glory of his godfather when he first entered the palace as an official! Hehehe!"

Eunuch Zhao suddenly chuckled again and said coldly, "Actually, what you said is right. Increased farmers' income will naturally stimulate their consumption. More consumption will naturally stimulate economic growth. When tax revenue increases, the funds for our power grab under the banner will naturally increase by countless times, giving wings to the tiger!"

Long Dingyi stood there, staring at him in surprise, wondering about the meaning behind the old man's words. After a long while, he finally recovered from his daze and slowly asked, "Forgive my foolishness, godfather, for I don't understand what you mean."

When Eunuch Zhao heard his godson ask this question, he could naturally see the worry in his heart. However, his worry was not unfounded. After all, even if he got the throne, the real power would be in the hands of the retired emperor himself. The newly enthroned king would only be a figurehead. Such a perfect plan would allow him to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, just like a real king.

Eunuch Zhao secretly plotted his scheme, then raised his eyes and sneered, "Don't understand? Hmph, do you know that the various vassal states have been restless lately, eyeing the Qin Dynasty for quite some time? Furthermore, Your Majesty's strength is no longer what it once was; he will soon be on his deathbed. Your Majesty's group of incompetent princes are not yet ready for power. The court and the country cannot remain leaderless for long, nor can it be without a ruler. Therefore, your godfather will secretly use methods to ensure that you, my adopted son, seize the throne and become a new generation of wise ruler."

"Then... what exactly are your plans, godfather? Please speak frankly."

His brow furrowed as he spoke.

Long Yiding was growing impatient, a chill running down his spine, a sense of oppression rising within him. If he disobeyed his orders, his fate would be certain death. How could he possibly deal with this cunning and treacherous godfather, so conflicted?

"Godfather wants his adopted son to speed up the process outside, making sure that group of martial arts figures are all harboring their own agendas and are like a pile of loose sand. When General Wang Jian returns from his campaign, and with Godfather having seized power in the inner palace, all difficulties can be overcome!"

Long Dingyi suddenly heard this and realized that his revenge plan, which he was secretly carrying out behind the scenes, could proceed step by step while also satisfying his own desires. Why not take advantage of such a perfect arrangement?

In an instant, Long Dingyi replied softly, "Please rest assured, Godfather, I will do my utmost, even unto death, to accomplish this for you."

Zhao Gonggong's smiling face suddenly hardened, his gaze sharpening like an eagle's. He shouted, "Back then, I was fortunate enough to meet you in the palace. We hit it off immediately, and I recognized your talent. You are indeed a rare gem. It's just a pity that I repeatedly suggested to the King that you be recruited into the palace as a Grand Historian, while simultaneously consolidating my own power. But all my efforts were thwarted by that scoundrel Prime Minister Li Si!"

"I've heard that Prime Minister Li Si has always been loyal to the King. Since you have a trusted confidant wielding real power, you should have guessed that I've been bribing court officials and trying to control everything. Of course, he, who has always been my adversary, would try to stop me."

"Hmph! Li Si, relying on his real power as prime minister and the fact that no minister dares to oppose him directly, makes all decisions on matters large and small in the court by himself. His unbridled attitude is even more strictly controlled than that of Lü Buwei back then. Sometimes, even I, his godfather and a favorite of the King of Qin, am just a figurehead during court sessions."

"Godfather, you can rest assured. This man's fate is sealed. He will certainly not have a good end in the near future."

Long Yiding was very clear about the tragic ending recorded in history, so he explained it to him without further ado.

"Is that true? But if this man isn't eliminated soon, Godfather's grand plan won't be realized! As the saying goes, those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish! If Godfather can win over another person in court, we can deal with him directly without fear."

"Godfather refers to..."

"It's Zhao Cheng, a brother of Godfather's for many years. This man is not only skilled in horsemanship but has also fought on the battlefield for many years. He is truly an invaluable confidant."

Eunuch Zhao said leisurely, "With his help, it will be easy to counterattack Li Si's real power in court."

"Zhao Cheng... and that Lord Yan Le just now... aren't they the culprits who destroyed Qin?"

Long Dingyi was shocked. For a moment, he didn't know whether to sigh at the bewilderment of fate or feel that it was all preordained and arranged by heaven. Only when he heard the name Zhao Cheng, which shocked him, did he vaguely remember that inevitable period in history: the coup d'état that killed the second Qin emperor, and the end of a famous dynasty.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Just then, the door outside the hall rang out: "Lord Long, this humble general, Lieutenant Yu, has urgent business to discuss!"

Long Dingyi abruptly turned around, staring at the corner outside the door, and said angrily, "Lieutenant Yu, can't you see that I have important matters to discuss with you? What's the rush?"

"Greetings...Greetings, Lord Long. A secret letter has arrived urgently from outside the city. The situation at the bunker is critical..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was opened, and the person who rushed in was Lieutenant Yu, Long Dingyi's subordinate who guarded the castle area. However, when he looked up, he was shocked to see that standing next to Lord Long was none other than the usually intimidating Eunuch Zhao. He was immediately startled and then hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"Greetings, Eunuch Zhao...Just now, this servant was in a moment of panic and did not see that Eunuch Zhao was also in the hall. Please forgive me, Eunuch Zhao!"

Lieutenant Yu, who had rushed into the hall, immediately knelt down to pay his respects, but his eyes were fixed on the ground, as if he dared not look away.

As the saying goes, "One should not be alarmed by sudden events, nor angered by unwarranted accusations." The composed Eunuch Zhao's gaze remained fixed on his face, a hint of suspicion rising in his heart. He then said, "Rise. Ignorance is no excuse; how could I rashly convict you?"

"Lieutenant Yu, what brings you to this audience in such haste?"

Long Yi suddenly felt as if something was amiss, his heart pounding uncontrollably. He involuntarily commanded him to speak.

"The castle…the castle…"

Lieutenant Yu, already drenched in cold sweat, stammered, as if unable to express himself clearly.

Suddenly, Long Dingyi shouted, "Lieutenant Yu, why are you stammering? Speak frankly!"

Lieutenant Yu lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the old man Long, and explained in a deep voice, "Forgive my bluntness, but I just received a secret letter sent by carrier pigeon. The letter revealed an urgent message from the bunker outside the city. The White-Browed Taoist and his beloved daughter, who were previously imprisoned in the bunker, took advantage of the chaos in the cell and escaped from the bunker. They have now vanished. However, the soldiers guarding the bunker lost sight of them when they chased them to the sea. Their whereabouts are still unknown. However, they are poisoned and should not have reached the shore before they die."

"What?!"

Long Dingyi was startled. Hearing that his subordinates were incompetent and only good for causing trouble, he couldn't help but think that the whereabouts of the Demon Sword's hiding place were about to be lost. In an instant, he was moved and angrily scolded, "You bunch of good-for-nothings! Who gave the order to take his life?!"

Long Dingyi shouted angrily, "You're all incompetent and only good for causing trouble!"

Lieutenant Yu seemed to be stunned for a moment, but still knelt on the ground with his head bowed, and said with his hands clasped, "Please forgive me, Lord Long! I will immediately send more men until we find his whereabouts."

Long Dingyi said sternly, "Why don't you get out of here now? If there is still no news of him, I will immediately order your head to be chopped off as a warning to others!"

"Your... Your humble servant obeys! Your humble servant will immediately take care of this matter for Master Long."

Lieutenant Yu hurriedly got up, then bowed tremblingly and said, "Eunuch Zhao, this servant will take his leave first."

At this moment, Eunuch Zhao watched coldly from the side, a strange sense of suspense rising in his heart, but he remained silent, staring directly at his godson beside him. As soon as he

finished speaking, Lieutenant Yu, who was already covered in cold sweat from fright, turned around and left the hall with his head down.

Eunuch Zhao finally couldn't help but ask, his expression changing slightly, "My son, who exactly is this White-Browed Taoist priest that Lieutenant Yu mentioned? Why did you seem so flustered when you heard that his whereabouts were unknown?"

Long Yi pondered for a long time. In order to protect his revenge plan, to seize the location of the Demon Sword, and to control the entire martial arts world, he could only come up with a random excuse to deceive this self-righteous old eunuch.

Long Yiding, unsure how to begin, glanced up and noticed the suspicious look on his face. He shuddered and finally murmured, "Actually...actually, I received intelligence beforehand that the man claiming to be the White-Browed Taoist Priest, while outwardly a martial arts master, is actually a traitor against the court. I might believe that the anti-court list is in his possession, so I personally captured him and imprisoned him, along with his beloved daughter and other family members, in an underground dungeon outside the city. Afterwards..." They even planned to torture him to find out where the list was, but who knew that a slip of the tongue would allow that scoundrel

Taoist priest to escape, and his fate is still unknown.” Upon hearing this, Eunuch Zhao seemed taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, “Hahaha! So that’s how it is! So, Yi’er has been searching for that anti-dynasty list all along behind his back. In my opinion, that Taoist priest is not a threat for now. From now on, Yi’er only needs to focus on doing one thing that absolutely must be done for his godfather!”

Long Yi stared intently at his godfather and asked, “What exactly is that thing?”

"That means wiping out the entire martial arts world, and from then on, you, my sworn brother, will lead all the sects across the land! No matter what method you use or what price you pay, you must seize the position of martial arts alliance leader,"

Eunuch Zhao glanced at him slyly and said, "Then, with you, my sworn brother, acting as an inside man in the martial arts world, I can rest easy and continue to stay by the King's side, waiting for the power grab. Once I have power in my hands, I can return to the court and ascend the throne."

Long Yi naturally obeyed his orders, thinking that he could now legitimately continue his revenge plan without worrying about being discovered by this cunning old eunuch. Without thinking, he clapped his hands and laughed, "I swear to obey your orders, my sworn brother. I will certainly follow your instructions in the future."

"Good! After you've drafted your grand plan for the position of martial arts alliance leader, I will recommend you to the court in due time. If the officials support you, I believe even Li Si will be unable to object. Go back and draft it immediately, my son."

Eunuch Zhao gazed intently at his godson, smiled broadly, and said, "Once the matter is settled, I will certainly not mistreat you. Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Long Dingyi naturally didn't care about the throne or power. His immediate priority was revenge. Besides, he knew that history would not change, and the promise of "not mistreating" was merely a rhetoric to win people's hearts. As the saying goes, words are not enough, and one cannot completely trust this cunning and despicable man. Outnumbered, he could only proceed cautiously and find another way.

"Alright, let's not delay any longer, Yi'er, speed up the plan."

Eunuch Zhao laughed, "Your godfather also needs to travel back to the palace overnight. Remember what your godfather instructed earlier, Yi'er, you can do it without hesitation!"

"Yes, be careful on the road. I'll accompany you to the city gate."

"No need to trouble you, Yi'er."

Eunuch Zhao patted Long Dingyi's arm and smiled, "Has Yi'er forgotten that your godfather has a master by his side?"

Long Dingyi was very clear that Lord Yan was exceptionally skilled and had made great achievements. Moreover, his name was infamous in Chinese history books, and he was later one of the culprits in the regicide, framing of Qin Er Shi, and the destruction of the Qin Dynasty.

"Ah...right...I almost forgot that Lord Yan Le was still waiting outside the palace. Now that Lord Yan is with your godfather, I can rest assured."

Long Yiding, of course, wished he were dead on the road. His initial sincerity was feigned, yet his words and demeanor were extremely courteous and respectful.

"Your godfather awaits good news from you in the palace. Remember, lust is a double-edged sword, and that sword is the very gift your godfather has given you for your funeral! Recall how you were severely injured, your skin burned, and how your godfather, for your sake, made an exception and changed your appearance so you could retain a handsome face. Since your godfather has been able to elevate you, he can also bring you down just as easily. Don't let your godfather lose faith in you, understand? Hahaha…"

The eunuch, laughing wildly, hadn't finished speaking when Long Yiding watched him turn and leave without even looking back.

Silence returned, until Long Dingyi sighed wistfully, then turned from the moonlight outside the hall and looked around the palace. His eyes gradually filled with a sense of turmoil, and he couldn't help but wonder how a man from the 21st century could truly adapt to this chaotic world of war and chaos. If he hadn't jumped off the building and had inexplicably traveled to the Qin Dynasty, if he hadn't arrived five years earlier than his sworn enemy, if none of this had happened, what would his fate have been? Only heaven knows.

Suddenly, a hint of pity appeared in Long Dingyi's eyes. He focused on the lingering mist around him, his throat tightening as he sighed, "Wan'er... my Wan'er... do you know how much I still miss you? Why did you disappear without a word? And our daughter is still missing... why does God torment me like this?" Long

Dingyi's expression changed abruptly. He flicked his sleeve and gritted his teeth, shouting, "Yes! It was Liu Rui! It's all Liu Rui's fault! I, Lao Sun, swear here and now I will not let you die an unjust death. How your incompetent husband tormented you and our daughter, I will repay him in kind. The suffering you two endured will not be in vain. I will make you pay double!"

As dawn broke, the cell door in the basement suddenly opened, and a man appeared. He walked alone in front of the cell door, his chest puffed out, as he stepped into the cell.

"Waaah...waaah..."

Suddenly, a mournful sob came from the back of the cell.

The sound of weeping and wailing, like the mournful wails of a lost soul, instantly shattered the heart.

Reaching the very last compartment, the man finally looked up and saw only a lifeless skeleton on a shelf inside. Beside it, a woman, her eyes wet and hair disheveled, lay on the floor—a scene of utter devastation, like a living hell. Yet, the man stood motionless outside the cell. A dim candlelight shone through the stone wall, casting a faint, gray glow on the woman's profile—an expression so malevolent!

The sobbing stopped abruptly, then after a long pause, the woman trapped inside began to weep again.

"Haha! Why is my little sister crying for a dead man?"

This man was a treacherous villain; his wicked laughter revealed a heart as vicious as Long Dingyi's.

"Waaah... Master... Waaah... Waaah..."

Her voice trailed off as her wet eyes widened, and her sobs grew louder.

As the saying goes, time reveals all. At this moment, Long Dingyi, the eldest disciple of the Tianlong Sect, finally revealed his true colors without reservation. The dim candlelight illuminated his arrogant eyes, and his once repulsive appearance was now completely transformed. All of this felt like a nightmare to Xiao Xuan. From the moment she woke up half-conscious in the inn yesterday, only to be brutally violated by this Brother Dingyi, her life seemed destined to live under his clutches. No matter how she struggled to escape reality, it was all in vain!

In this situation, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She couldn't believe that the man in front of her was such a despicable and shameless man. She felt as if she were being crushed by his evil hand, unable to breathe. But she had no choice but to face this familiar demon head-on!

"It was you! You ordered me to wear this dress! You secretly sprinkled silver powder into your sleeves! You deliberately framed me!"

Xiao Xuan suddenly realized that all of this was the work of the so-called gentleman before her. Unable to contain herself, she opened her reddened eyes wide, scrambled to her feet, lunged at the doorframe, grabbed the rough frame branch, her expression ferocious, and shouted, "If you have the guts, let me out! I will definitely avenge my master! Let me out!"

Long Dingyi suddenly heard this, his expression seemed to freeze for a moment, then he clapped his hands and laughed, "What a disciple of the Xuanmen Sect! But it's too late for you to realize it now! Because your old, incompetent master has already died, and I believe he has already drunk the Meng Po soup and been reincarnated! Hahaha!"

"Shut up!"

Xiao Xuan gritted her teeth, shoved the doorframe handle hard, and said with wide eyes, "If you insult the reputation of the Xuanmen Sect again, don't even think about getting the whereabouts of that list from me! I'd rather die than tell you!"

"Bah! You scoundrel! What bargaining power do you have left to offer me now! If I don't reveal the contents of the list, the news of poisoning Master will soon spread throughout the martial arts world, and I'll be facing a path of no return! On the other hand, if you obediently reveal the contents, I might consider letting you go and giving you a chance to start anew!"

Long Dingyi was deeply moved. Before she could answer, he continued, "Little sister, consider this: you're just a young woman under twenty, and so beautiful. As the saying goes, 'Every man for himself, or the devil take the hindmost.' Are you really willing to ruin your life like this?"

Xiao Xuan was shocked. Her face changed, and her previously contorted expression became silent in an instant.

Xiao Xuan stared at him blankly for a long time, her heart filled with shock and doubt. However, a thought trembled deep within her, and she was immediately stunned. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell one after another. Her wet eyes blinked involuntarily. She silently thought to herself that her beautiful face was a complete waste of the blessings of heaven. Little did she know that it was this favored blessing that led her to commit a great disaster that could never be washed away and that would be an injustice that would be difficult to overturn for the rest of her life!

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"You brat! Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! If you don't tell me where you're hiding, I won't show you any mercy! Speak now! I don't have the time to waste with you any longer!"

Xiao Xuan's face darkened, tears welling in her eyes, as she sobbed, "Little...little sister really doesn't know...besides, Master died of poison before she could even say it."

"Damn it! How dare you put on airs in front of me! Who would believe a lie that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe?"

Long Dingyi instantly struck a pose like a horse-suppressing strike, lunging forward with a shout, his five fingers outstretched, unleashing a powerful, grappling technique called the Star-Absorbing Technique. In an instant, Xiao Xuan barely had time to react before the Star-Absorbing Technique, emanating from outside, tightly pulled her in, body and all.

"Ah..."

Xiao Xuan's face changed instantly as a hand reached in from outside tightly gripped her neck. She screamed, "You...you let me go! Let me go!" "

You refuse a toast only to drink a penalty shot! This is what happens when you disobey me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Long Dingyi's eyes lit up, and then a hand as sharp as an eagle's claw tightened its grip. Judging from the astonishing strength in his hand, judging from the bulging veins on his arm, he seemed intent on killing this unarmed woman.

"I can't breathe... No... I can't breathe... Let... Let go..."

Facing suffocation, Xiao Xuan could only struggle desperately, her hands weakly pushing against the frame. Her eyes, red with veins, stared at the man in front of her, and she answered in a choked voice, "That list... is... buried in the Purple Bamboo... Bamboo Manor..."

Long Dingyi suddenly heard a struggling voice coming from the frame, and he could still smile with his eyebrows, laughing loudly with his head up, "If you had said so earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer like this! Aren't you a spineless bastard! Hahaha!"

"Ugh! Cough cough cough! Cough..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the strength in her hands also relaxed, and Xiao Xuan, who had just caught her breath, collapsed to the ground with a thud. She lay weakly in the darkness, coughing incessantly, her beautiful face, her features, nose and eyes filled with tears and snot, looked like a little lamb suffering a breakdown, her expression more painful than death.

Long Dingyi thought for a moment, then glanced down at Xiao Xuan on the ground and said with a smile, "Little sister, don't worry, I always keep my word! I promised to take care of you for life, and I won't break my promise! However, the matter of the list really can't be delayed any longer. I now order you to come with me immediately! When the time is right, it will be our wedding day! Hahaha!"

Xiao Xuan coughed until her face turned red, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Where...where are my two junior sisters now? Where did you take them just now?"

Before Xiao Xuan could finish speaking, Long Dingyi, who had been so indifferent just now, not even glancing at her, and without any pity, suddenly let out a cold laugh, and turned to leave as he spoke.

"I'll have the servants properly arrange for you to get into the carriage later. And if you, little sister, are thinking of taking your own life, don't say I didn't warn you. There will be people watching your every move here."

Long Dingyi walked away arrogantly, heading towards the door of the underground prison without looking back. Suddenly, he added with a smile, "As for your two junior sisters, they are still alive, but you are like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, barely able to save yourself. You should worry about your own safety first before worrying about theirs!"

"I'm seriously warning you, don't you dare have any lustful thoughts towards them! If... if they are even slightly injured, if they lose a single hair, I will risk my life to make you pay! Did you... did you even hear what I said?"

Her roar echoed throughout the entire prison. Long Dingyi clearly heard her shout, but he pretended not to hear and continued to laugh as he left towards the door.

"You scoundrel, you dare to challenge me? Well, that depends on my mood later! Hahaha!"

Xiao Xuan frowned, her ears still faintly hearing his mocking laughter. His laughter sounded sinister, and his words seemed to carry a special meaning, plunging her into a deep mystery. As she thought about it, she began to panic. At

that moment, perhaps out of sisterly affection, Xiao Xuan became extremely anxious and lunged forward, pushing against the frame with both hands. However, she received no response. She still stared intently at the gradually blurring figure, her throat almost hoarse from shouting, until the entire cell fell silent, and the laughter that she hated to the core finally disappeared.

On one side, just as the massive bronze and iron prison doors, weighing millions of tons, were about to close, Long Dingyi laughed heartily while uttering a thought from the depths of his heart: 'Liu Rui! Just you wait and see! This place will soon be your burial ground. You'd better pray to the gods and Buddhas to live a long life, otherwise you'll have wasted the farce I specially arranged for you!' ****************************************** Liaodong in the north was originally part of the territory of the Yan state during the Spring and Autumn Period. Located in the northernmost and most remote part of the land, it was transformed by the Qin king's personal northward campaign, which launched a series of powerful attacks. The flames of war spread in all directions. With the support of his powerful army, the Qin dynasty conquered the six states with effortless force, unifying the world. After unifying China, this area, which had been sealed for hundreds of years, became part of the Qin dynasty's territory.

The city, once desolate with the ravages of war, now lies silent, its scenes of blood and tears seemingly buried deep within the yellow earth with the passage of time. Within this hundred-mile-long earthen forest, the former scenes of piled corpses, echoes of weeping, and the chaos of war and the scattered escapes seem to have vanished, replaced by bustling alleyways and streets.

This place is usually swept by a cold wind, with thin, downy clouds frequently gathering in the sky, but recently, heroes from all corners of the land have gathered, swaggering into this noble land, truly highlighting the extreme cold of the Liaodong region at dawn.

Before I knew it, several hours had passed, and I, a newcomer to this place, sat alone in a teahouse or tavern. Perhaps due to the cold weather, I felt chills constantly, and I kept sneezing.

"Miss Feng, why have we been waiting so long? The hot tea hasn't even been served yet! I'm freezing to death sitting here... Hah... Achoo!"

Before I could finish speaking, another sneeze erupted, as if someone was talking about me behind my back.

Feng Tingyu immediately covered her nose and turned away, as if to complain. Then, she glanced at me and sneered, "Young master, please have some self-respect. This is a public place. If you keep sneezing like this, the customers at the next table will be kicked out."

At this moment, although Miss Feng's face was extremely pale, she showed no sympathy whatsoever when she saw my lips turning purple and my body trembling as if about to freeze.

April 21st,
Chapter 24: Stealing Light Through a Hole in the Wall.

I involuntarily looked up at her, my eyes filled with sorrow and indignation. I said miserably, "Do you think I wanted this? We spent two whole days at sea together! I thought we were finally ashore, that we could finally cross the ocean with flying colors, but instead, you brought me to this godforsaken place, saying some kind of martial arts tournament is about to be held here. What kind of hero is so foolish? We'll either freeze to death or die here!"

I coldly stared at her disguised female attire. The shape of her slightly protruding breasts... Only a fool wouldn't see that she was actually a woman inside her body. So I continued to scold her, "And look at how you've dressed yourself! You're clearly a good person, but you're dressed like neither a woman nor a man. What kind of decorum is this for a young lady?"

In the blink of an eye, just as Feng Tingyu was about to ask why the innkeeper hadn't returned yet, her expression changed slightly. Holding the demon sword wrapped in burlap on the table, she looked furtive. Then she glanced back at the next table and finally shouted at me in a deep voice to stop me from speaking.

"Hush~~ Please be careful, young master! Be careful not to let anyone hear your reckless words! This is not our southern land, but the land where the northern barbarians have taken root. It is not advisable to provoke them. Young master may not know, but apart from the world-renowned leader of the Tianlong Sect, all other heroes in the north are wary of him! My disguise was only to avoid those all-seeing eyes in the martial arts world. As the saying goes, it's better to avoid trouble. Don't forget that our mission this time is to reach Tianlong Mountain to meet my master, and at the same time, to gather the martial arts sects to rescue my junior sister."

"Yes! Yes! I don't want to hear any more of your martial arts affairs. I'll just sit here quietly and not say a word!"

Her words were still ringing in my ears when I suddenly felt extremely tired of the kind words spoken by this woman disguised as a man, Miss Feng. In an instant, I shut my mouth without saying another word and stopped talking in front of her.

Suddenly, a man walked in from inside the shop. Looking up, it was a waiter who worked odd jobs in the inn. He was carrying a large, rough tea tray and said breathlessly, "Hot water's here! These two gentlemen, please warm yourselves up! Because the weather's turned cold these past few days, we've had quite a few customers, and the kitchen is short-staffed, so we haven't been able to serve you immediately. Please forgive us if we haven't been able to serve you properly."

Feng Tingyu noticed that Young Master Liu beside her was still seemingly lost in thought, so she turned to the waiter and gave him a wry smile, saying, "Hehe! We're all江湖儿女 (jianghu children, meaning people from all walks of life), we should understand. So, this waiter shouldn't blame himself."

Seeing this, the waiter called out again, "Then, may I ask what else this gentleman would like to order?"

Feng Tingyu asked, "What is this shop's most famous specialty?"

"It seems you gentlemen aren't from the North, are you? Then you're in for a treat today! Our restaurant has just finished cooking our famous lamb skewers, renowned throughout the North. They can be served braised, grilled, honey-glazed, and more. Would you like a couple to start?"

Feng Tingyu thought for a moment, then continued to feign a rough, masculine demeanor, and spoke in a hoarse voice to the young master Liu sitting opposite her, "Brother Liu, this waiter is asking if you'd like braised lamb skewers. What do you say, sir?"

"Brother Liu! What do you want to eat?"

Feng Tingyu called out again, seeing that the young master Liu was still deep in thought.

In an instant, I finally snapped out of my daze, my brow furrowed, and I froze. After a moment, my eyes widened as I stared at her: "What are you yelling about, Feng…"

Before I could finish, she suddenly cut me off.

Feng Tingyu looked up and smiled, then hurriedly asked, "Brother Feng would like to know what Brother Liu would like to eat."

I was taken aback, staring intently at the unidentified characters carved on the wooden board, and stammered, "Just... just some local specialties and some wine will do."

Feng Tingyu smiled slightly and quickly said, "Then I'll trouble you, waiter, to bring me some grilled lamb skewers and a pot of strong liquor."

"Alright, please wait a moment, it will be on the table soon!"

The waiter finished speaking and hurried away.

Feng Tingyu, her voice low and her eyes filled with resentment, said angrily, "I'm warning you again, from now on, to avoid unnecessary trouble, remember to address others as 'Big Brother' or 'Little Brother'."

"Alright! Alright! Please stop nagging me, are you ever going to stop bothering me?"

After finishing my sentence, I couldn't help but glance at the window beside me. I saw that despite the howling wind and freezing weather, the streets and alleys outside were open for business. The perseverance of the ancients, bending over to harvest rice for even a grain of rice, was truly undeniable. Compared to the lazy, gluttonous world of the 21st century, it was a disgrace to the people of the future.

After pondering for a long time, a sudden commotion erupted from the market.

"Get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the road! You've seen the Hong family's bridge

, so hurry up and make way!" "You don't even know to give way when the Hong family's sedan chair passes by? So ungrateful! You're really audacious! Men! Beat him up!"

The man leading the way, walking at the front of the sedan chair, had a burly figure, a rough, dark face, thick eyebrows, and a full beard. Judging from his domineering words and the group of men following behind him, it was clear that he had considerable power. He was obviously a guard or steward from a wealthy military family.

"Ah! Don't hit him! My son is young and ignorant. He didn't know he was blocking your way, sir. Please, sir, have mercy and spare my son's life!"

A figure rushed out of the alley, looking anxious, and ran towards the child lying on the ground.

"As a father, you have failed to properly discipline your child, letting him run wild. This is your own fault!"

The bearded steward slammed his fist into a loud, rapid voice, then turned and ordered his men to continue the punishment, shouting, "Keep disciplining this child properly!"

"No... stop hitting him! Spare me! I'll kneel before you, sir, and beg you to spare my life!"

The anxious father crawled on the ground without a word, clutching his child. His face was filled with panic, and he trembled all over, feeling both pathetic and embarrassed. Yet he dared not rise, as if he knew that if the blows were delivered to his son, the pain would only reach his own heart.

That simple sentence alone stirred boundless parental love within me. Such a heart-wrenching scene stirred within me a restless urge to intervene, a primal impulse rising within me to stop it. Yet, my usual timid nature made me hesitant to intervene, and so I remained inactive for a long time.

Just as I was about to turn away, I suddenly saw Miss Feng, who was sitting before me, abruptly rise to her feet without a word, and shout sharply, "This is utterly despicable! To bully ordinary people in broad daylight! I, a woman, cannot tolerate such vile behavior, even if I were to tolerate dogs and pigs!"

Her words were barely out of her mouth when Feng Tingyu slammed her hand on the table, then unleashed a Phoenix Leap, her toes barely touching the ground. With graceful movements and remarkable lightness of foot, she burst through the window beside the table with a "whoosh!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, Miss Feng descended from the window like a phoenix, her lightness of foot extraordinary, landing silently.

Feng Tingyu angrily said, "Stop! You, a grown man, are bullying innocent children in the streets. Do you even know how to write the word 'shame'?"

"You... who are you? How dare you rebuke me here? Do you even know the true identity of my master, Lord Hong? Even the local officials don't care about the affairs of the Hong family, let alone an idle person like you who has nothing to do with this! I advise you to mind your own business!"

I, who was still sitting by the tavern, witnessed this scene. I saw the burly man's face change color, and I was also stunned. I didn't know whether I should go out to help or stay where I was and wait for a move.

My eyes remained fixed on the scene outside. Suddenly, the street was teeming with onlookers, a surging, jostling crowd. People jostled and pushed, each one seemingly curious to see who dared to defy the powerful Hong family, whose influence extended throughout Liaodong.

Feng Tingyu, seeing the father and son who had fallen to the ground had already gotten up, darted into the crowd like an arrow. In a flash, she turned back and shouted, "I don't care who your master is! Even if he's the Jade Emperor himself, the law applies to all, and I just love meddling. It's wrong of you to bully ordinary people, even a child!"

"Fine! Since you refuse a toast and insist on drinking the penalty shot, don't blame me for not warning you beforehand!"

The guard steward suddenly turned around and ordered his men behind him, his tone sharp and fierce, "Little Wang! Little Fu! And you all! Give this ungrateful idler a good lesson! Remember not to show him any mercy!" As soon as he

said this, the entire room fell silent. Everyone seemed to be watching this fight where the many were bullying the few. Then, the group of heroes standing behind him received the order, and each of them looked at the lone idler fighting, their long swords drawn, their faces filled with murderous intent. They were all deeply moved!

Such a shocking scene, even though it happened at close range, left me stunned and sitting in my chair.

After a moment of stunned silence, I couldn't help but straighten my face, my startled eyes fixed on the large and imposing group of heroes outside. They quickly dispersed around where Miss Feng stood, surrounding her completely. Suddenly, the curtain in front of the sedan chair was slightly lifted.

"Uncle Wei Zhong, what's going on outside? Why did you stop the sedan chair?"

A blurry face appeared through the curtain's gap, but from the voice alone, I knew that a woman sat inside.

As the saying goes, "A beautiful voice can move anyone's heart," and this captivating voice was like that of a fairy descending to earth, so delicate and sweet, suddenly drifting deep into my ears.

The burly man who called himself Wei Zhongbo quickly turned around, clasped his hands, and said, "Miss, there's nothing wrong outside. It's just that a shameless scoundrel has appeared. If it delays your return to the city, it's all Wei Zhongbo's fault."

"A shameless scoundrel? Then this young lady really wants to see for herself..."

Before he could finish speaking, the curtain of the sedan chair was suddenly lifted, and a beautiful, tall woman with a graceful figure walked out. In an instant, what came into view was indeed a woman, and a tall, beautiful woman with an enviable figure! Looking more closely at her pure blue silk dress, which reached her ankles, her slender wrists alone made her legs appear even longer. The proportions of her thighs were breathtaking. Such a beautiful ancient beauty left me speechless and unable to catch my breath.

In fact, this young woman, regarded as a precious princess by everyone in the Hong family, is named Hong Yueyi. She's only just turned fifteen this year, and her family background is extraordinary. She was born into a wealthy and powerful family in the north, the only daughter of the ninth generation of the Hong family, whose wealth is immense. Her birth mother was once a famous courtesan who sold her art throughout the north. Although she passed away long ago, her beautiful and charming northern style is still widely admired.

As a result, Hong Yueyi seems to have received a great blessing from her mother, possessing a curvaceous figure at such a young age. Her graceful figure, delicate face, and flawless skin are proof of her beauty; she is truly a genuine beauty.

Even her own father, Master Hong Hanshan, always treated her like a precious daughter, showering her with affection like a pearl in his palm. From a young age, he doted on her excessively, spoiling her and developing a spoiled and unreasonable temperament. In any situation, even if she wanted the most valuable and rarest material possessions in the world, her father would always give in to her wishes, ensuring his beloved child, who knew nothing of poverty, was happy and satisfied.

Before long, I was still fixed on her captivating beauty. Then, a thought struck me, and I opened my eyes to discover that she possessed a remarkably delicate, doll-like face. Her skin, as white as a baby's, was flawless even without much makeup, displaying a rosy glow that truly drew everyone's attention.

Suddenly, I saw this beautiful girl standing right in front of me. It's no wonder I was tempted. Putting aside her graceful, tall figure, her adorable face alone resembled a Barbie doll. Especially striking were her dreamy eyelashes, arched and curled, her delicate eyebrows, her high, straight nose, and her refined yet alluring beauty. Her almond-shaped eyes, sometimes hazy and dreamy, were enough to make my heart flutter and my heart leap with joy!

"My god! This northern girl is just too perfect!"

I muttered, drooling, as my lustful gaze swept over her from head to toe. Her flowing long hair, adorned with exquisite hairpins, made me want to devour her whole.

For a moment, everyone fell silent, and I, who was still standing by the tavern, was also stunned. I realized that my heart seemed to have flown out of my body uncontrollably, leaving my soul in disarray. I got up without realizing it and started walking towards her step by step.

"Miss!"

Wei Zhongbo became anxious upon seeing his master's only precious daughter step out of the sedan chair first. He hurriedly advised, "Miss has lived in Xianyang for a long time and hasn't grown up in the north. Now that you're returning to the city for the first time, you're probably unfamiliar with the area. In places like this, there are many people, and to avoid any potential traps, it's best if you stay in the sedan chair and wait." "

Wei Zhongbo, that young master is..."

Hong Yueyi's words were cut short by her attendant, Wei Zhongbo, who immediately replied, "Miss, this person's origins are unknown, and he may have ulterior motives towards you."

Hong Yueyi ignored Wei Zhongbo's advice, her eyes seemingly fixed only on the young master before her. She walked gracefully to Feng Tingyu and asked sweetly, "May I ask this young master's name?"

'Young... young master?' Feng Tingyu was momentarily stunned, realizing that this woman, seeing her disguised as a man, had mistaken her for a tough guy. She wanted to explain, but she couldn't reveal her reason for disguising herself in public, so she was at a loss for words.

Suddenly, I, who had just rushed out of the tavern, finally made my way through the crowded throng to Feng Tingyu's side. "Feng..."

Seeing such a rare beauty, I approached Feng Tingyu breathlessly, my heart pounding with anticipation. I bent over, panting, and asked, "Brother Feng...do you...do you need any help?"

Feng Tingyu turned to look at me, then exclaimed in surprise, "Brother...I can handle this alone. There's no need for Brother Liu's help." At this moment, the young Hong Yueyi surprisingly displayed some manners. She clasped her hands together in front of us, then bent slightly to the side. As she rose, she blinked and smiled sweetly, saying, "So you are Young Master

Feng. My steward may have misunderstood you earlier, which led to a slight conflict. If there was any offense, I humbly beg your forgiveness."

Tingyu was too lazy to explain. At this moment, her eyes were still wide open, but her body was trembling slightly, and even her speech and behavior seemed much stiffer. Suddenly, she rubbed her hands and laughed, "In that case, this young lady is being too polite. If I was impolite just now, please forgive me."

Hong Yueyi blinked and smiled slightly, saying, "Hehe! Not impolite at all! In today's cold and indifferent world, it is rare to find a man like Young Master Feng who is so righteous and courageous, and so dashing."

I was completely stunned by their conversation. Looking at Miss Feng beside me, dressed as a woman disguised as a man, how could that simple outfit completely cover her slightly protruding breasts and eye-catching slender waist? If everyone was really blind and couldn't see that she was a woman disguised as a man, I would really doubt the wisdom of people in ancient times. It was so obvious, yet they couldn't see it. I had nothing to say.

Now it seems that among the entire crowd, only I, a person from the future, possess discerning eyes, able to see through the ins and outs of the whole incident. However, witnessing Feng Tingyu's embarrassing situation of being mistaken for a man by another ancient woman, and then seeing her feigned indifference, a smile welled up from my dantian and I couldn't help but burst out laughing!

Feng Tingyu seemed to sense that Young Master Liu beside her wanted to mock her, and suddenly turned her face and glared at him fiercely, as if sending a warning signal through her eyes, ordering him not to laugh anymore.

In that moment of resentment, seeing her give me a fierce glance, I couldn't help but hold back my laughter, and could only wisely shut my mouth, no longer showing any smile.

Suddenly hearing Miss Feng feign indifference, he relaxed his brows and looked up at the beautiful woman before him. Her tone was frank and spirited as she replied directly, "This young lady flatters me too much. As the saying goes, all men are brothers under heaven. We martial artists will naturally draw our swords to help those in need whenever we see injustice. This is the proper behavior of martial artists and should not be praised."

"Miss,"

Wei Zhongbo, standing near the sedan chair, interrupted her during their conversation. His face was full of worry as he interjected, "It's getting late, and the sky is darkening. It'll probably rain in less than half an hour. If we don't hurry back to the manor, Master will be restless and unable to eat or sit still."

This loyal steward, Wei Zhongbo, almost caused Hong Yueyi, the pampered young lady of the manor, to reveal her true, willful nature in front of everyone. However, this time she swallowed her anger. The truth was, she didn't want the young master Feng standing before her to know her capricious temperament. She kept telling herself that she must leave a deep impression of being obedient, gentle, and delicate in his mind.

Hong Yueyi immediately looked up at the gray, thin clouds in the sky. In the cold, foggy environment, she sighed that fate was hard to find. In the vast sea of people in the world, it was not easy to meet a man who could make her feel affection and her heart race. At this moment, she had met the man she had always longed for for the first time in her life. No matter how far and dangerous the mountain road home was, no matter how winding and undulating it was, it no longer mattered, because she really wanted to stay a little longer and take another look at him.

"Uncle Wei, how about this? If we can't return today, then we can set off tomorrow. We'll stay in this town for the night. I want to take Young Master Feng sightseeing, enjoying the flowers and scenery, and having a long chat."

Before she finished speaking, Uncle Wei, who was standing beside the sedan chair, immediately retorted, "Miss, this is absolutely impossible! When I left the manor, Master repeatedly instructed me to bring you back safely from Xianyang. Have you really forgotten that tomorrow night is Master's fiftieth birthday banquet? Now you want to... please don't make things difficult for Uncle Wei!"

"Father's birthday banquet? Then... then... let's continue with the sedan chair."

Although Hong Yueyi was unwilling, apart from a slight change in her expression, she could only sigh and remain silent, after all, her own father's birthday was the most important thing.

Feng Tingyu suddenly spoke, asking, "Wait a moment, may I ask your name, young lady?"

"This humble woman, Hong Yueyi, greets Young Master Feng. If we are fortunate enough to meet again in the future, I would like to take this opportunity to stroll and chat with you. Farewell!"

With a soft voice, Hong Yueyi smiled sweetly, then turned and walked back gracefully.

"By the way,"

Hong Yueyi took three steps closer to the sedan chair, then turned back and smiled charmingly, "Judging from your tone just now, it doesn't sound like a northerner's. May I ask if Young Master Feng is from out of town, and just passed through this town?"

"Ah...yes, to be honest, this Brother Liu and I are on our way to Tianlong Mountain. Because of the long journey, we stopped in this town to rest and have some tea before continuing our journey."

"Tianlong Mountain?"

Hong Yueyi looked up, then glanced at my face, blinked her round eyes, and asked, "Is it the mountain that leads north? I've heard my father say that Tianlong Mountain is the territory of the Tianlong Sect, the leader of the martial arts alliance. So, Young Master Feng, you are here..."

Since I had been silent for a long time, not uttering a single word, as if I were merely a stranger passing by in their endless conversation, my expression seemed to change. I smiled wryly and said, "My surname is Liu, and my full name is Liu Rui."

"Don't blame me for being nosy, but why did you two want to go to Tianlong Mountain? And what is the purpose?"

Hong Yueyi knew it was none of her business, but she was still curious and gossipy, as if she wanted to know Young Master Feng's whereabouts, so she asked everything.

"It seems Miss Hong is not a member of the martial arts world, so she may not know that the annual martial arts tournament will be held there at the end of this month. Martial arts heroes from all over the north and south are rushing up the mountain to witness the spectacular scene of the tournament."

"I see..."

Hong Yueyi knew she was ignorant of the ways of the martial arts world, and for a moment she appeared shy. She quickly turned her blushing face away and murmured, "I grew up in a scholarly family and spent a lot of time in embroidery workshops, where I was forced to learn about music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and embroidery. If we're talking about swordsmanship, I'm afraid you'll laugh your heads off!"

"Miss Hong, there's no need to be embarrassed. As the saying goes, there are many who can walk the same path. The most important thing is that you are interested in your own skills."

As soon as she said this, the woman surnamed Hong went from a shy expression to laughing out loud in an instant.

Her smile was incredibly sweet and charming. Her almond-shaped eyes, straight nose, dimples, and cherry lips made her look like a blooming flower. Even the sparrows in the willow trees couldn't resist her sweet smile and would fly down on their own.

"How about this? You two brothers are unfamiliar with this place, and you're going to stay overnight anyway. Why don't you stay at my father's manor? You can also pack your bags and gather the money you need for your journey up the mountain. You can have breakfast first thing tomorrow morning before continuing your journey."

"I appreciate Miss Hong's kindness. However, we are complete strangers, and it would be impolite to come and disturb you like this. Besides, your father, Master Hong, might find the situation too sudden and be unable to receive guests."

"Gentlemen, there's no need to be so polite with me. My father is not a petty person. Moreover, the Hong family hasn't had any guests for a long time."

Hong Yueyi smiled and nodded slightly to the young master Feng in front of her, then fell silent. However, Wei Zhongbo, standing nearby, suddenly panicked and said, "Miss, without Master's permission, it seems against the rules of the manor to rashly receive guests. I'm worried that Master will be displeased."

"Whether Father is happy or not is none of your business. In other words, does that mean I don't need to be listened to anymore? Don't forget, I am Father's only beloved darling, and what I say is Father's will! Alright, stop nagging. Didn't you just say you wanted to set off quickly? Why aren't you getting in the sedan chair yet?"

Hong Yueyi merely smiled lazily, then her expression changed slightly, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness. She seemed to stomp her foot, then walked angrily towards the sedan chair.

Although Hong Yueyi's voice was low, it was clear and distinct in the silent crowd. She was clearly spoiled from childhood, leading to willful and unreasonable behavior—truly befitting the temperament of a wealthy heiress.

Wei Zhongbo was stunned, then fell silent. Looking up again, he saw that the eldest daughter of the Hong family had already spoken; trying to reason with her would be like pulling a cow up a tree. In a flash, he sighed, then, with a helpless expression, walked to the sedan chair door to help lift the curtain.

At this moment, I was still in a daze, having just witnessed that peerless ancient beauty. Even though she looked no more than eighteen, her charming and mature figure, coupled with her snow-white skin, made my heart melt!

A surge of heat rose within me, and I suddenly felt a restless force surging from my lower abdomen, striking my penis. The reason was that as I stared blankly at her shapely back, I saw Miss Hong walk gracefully past my line of sight. From the back of her clothes, I could tell that beneath was her round, plump, and tender buttocks. In an instant, I couldn't help but be moved, my heartstrings taut!

After a long while, I suddenly turned to Miss Feng and asked, "Brother Feng, should we... follow that Miss Hong?"

As I uttered those words, I knew it was a rhetorical question; my true intention wasn't the question itself, but simply to see her more often.

"Hmm..."

Feng Tingyu glanced at Young Master Liu beside her, seemingly considering it carefully, and said softly, "Since he's so willing to ask, there's no need to refuse his kindness repeatedly. Besides, it's getting dark, and it might really pour rain later. Why don't we go to his residence for a visit, rest a bit, and then discuss things further tomorrow morning?"

"What are you looking at? Get out of the way! There's nothing else to do here, go back to your own business! Get out of the way!"

The sedan chair was finally lifted again, and Wei Zhongbo, walking at the head of the chair, immediately shouted loudly through the crowd in the streets and alleys.

Clapping and cheering erupted from everyone in the streets and alleys; it seemed the entire town didn't really welcome these tyrants from the Hong family.

Wei Zhongbo suddenly turned around, glared, and said coldly, "Do you really want to come back to the manor? The sedan chair wo

n't wait for anyone!" Feng Tingyu suddenly saw that this fierce-looking steward seemed to be leading the sedan chair forward without even turning his head. She was momentarily stunned, then walked towards the man at the head of the sedan chair, smiled, and said, "Then I'll trouble Wei Zhongbo to lead the way." By

this time, I was completely confused and had no idea which way to go. I hadn't expected that Miss Feng would leave me alone. I was really at a loss. My mind kept conjuring up images of unfamiliar surroundings. Should I go with them to that mysterious Hong manor, or spend the night alone on a strange street?

Oh well, it would be better to go with them. Anyway, that was the thought in my subconscious. So I hurriedly stepped forward, like a lapdog, and quickly followed Miss Feng and Miss Hong sitting in the sedan chair.

The journey along the mountain path was swift, almost a full hour passing in the blink of an eye. At the same time, in a mountain villa on the eastern side of the city, a striking sign was erected on a small flowerbed in front of the villa's gate, bearing the four alluring characters "Purple Bamboo Villa."

Meanwhile, the once high and seemingly impregnable gate appeared permanently closed. The owner of this villa was none other than Master Hong Hanshan, who, during the Qin King's invasion of Yan, had acted as an inside agent, opening the city gates and allowing the Qin army to enter. This fifty-something-year-old Master Hong had indeed rendered many merits, so the Qin King, to thank this traitor, specially commissioned the construction of a priceless villa for him and presented him with ten thousand taels of gold as a token of gratitude.

However, this now immensely wealthy and powerful Mr. Hong was not born into a privileged family, nor was he born into any prominent clan. His current success and wealth are all due to one thing: lust.

On the surface, he is a legitimate businessman, but secretly he is a manufacturer of sex toys. He sells all kinds of sex toys and aphrodisiac powders to brothels and pubs throughout the country. Moreover, he possesses a secret sex manual passed down for three generations, which allows him to operate in the brothel world. It is through this skill that he has become famous throughout the underworld.

Since his father passed away and he established his own business, he has not only frequented brothels, known for their debauchery, but also become famous for his exceptional sexual prowess.

It was then that the matchmaker brought him together with Wang Lixin, a popular courtesan in the local brothel. After only a few months of correspondence, their love blossomed. Not wanting to miss their chance, he arranged for a red sedan chair to be sent as betrothal gifts, and on the auspicious day, he formally married her, making her his official wife.

Whether it was fate playing tricks or his heavy sins leading to this tragedy, in less than two years, Wang Lixin, his only wife, gave birth to his only daughter, a girl, before tragically succumbing to an incurable disease and passing away prematurely. Even now, despite possessing immense wealth and status throughout the north, he has no intention of marrying another wife, except for taking concubines. Sadly, despite having taken concubines for many years without any children, his only regret is the lack of a son, so that when he dies, no one can carry his funeral banner, buy water, or tend his grave.

At this moment, after observing the commotion within the manor, the villa seemed utterly silent, but within the inner chamber, two voices could be faintly heard conversing.

Suddenly, a man standing at a distance bowed, facing a dragon throne in the inner chamber. Seated on the throne was another man with a full beard. The bowing man lowered his head, resting his hands on his palms, and said, "Master, news has come from Lord Qin Gonglin that our batch of goods has been delivered to the palace, but we haven't yet received a response from the Imperial Envoy, nor do we know if it will be effective for the Prince of Qin. Master, could there really be a problem with this deal?"

The man on the throne suddenly looked up, letting out a soft sigh: "Alas... fate, truly fate!"

In the blink of an eye, the man sitting on the throne was none other than the wealthy Master Hong. He abruptly turned his gaze to the factory manager standing in the inner hall, and sighed again, his eyes... The poor man replied, "Could it be that the glorious family of the Hong family, spanning two generations, has fallen into my hands? Originally, after the Dragon Boat Festival this year, our factory could mass-produce the aphrodisiac powder needed for the whole year, and we could finish production by the Laba Festival. However, it seems that our Hong family may not even survive the Mid-Autumn Festival."

This factory manager, named Huang Jun, had no relatives since childhood, so when he was eight years old, he sold himself into servitude and became a servant in the Hong family. Gradually, after the death of Master Hong Hanshan's father, he became close friends with this servant and recruited him to work in the underground factory. On the one hand, he secretly taught him the skills of making sex tools, and on the other hand, he also taught him the experience of dealing with merchants from all over the country.

Huang Jun, still with his head bowed, said in a low voice, "Master, dealing with the Qin Dynasty court is like playing with fire. It would be better to take advantage of the current situation and escape this place as soon as possible, then make other plans."

Master Hong and Huang Jun exchanged a glance, both seemingly understanding each other without words. Master Hong, a man of strong emotions who had seen countless storms, could only sigh softly, then laugh bitterly, "Escape? How easy is that? Do you know that the Ao family in the south of the city and the Lin family in the north were both prominent families of the previous dynasty? They previously tried their best to avoid the court..." "Don't interfere with the court, and don't compromise with evil forces. Therefore, they were all wrongly accused of rebellion, leading to the confiscation of their property and the extermination of their clans. Moreover, our Hong family has prospered for centuries, and our ancestral property has been tribute from the former Yan Kingdom. Our Hong family has such a close relationship with the previous dynasty, and we have a long-standing friendship with the Prince of Qin. If the Prince of Qin were to punish us, I fear that even in this vast world, we would have nowhere to hide. Now, it's just that our Hong family's reputation has attracted the attention of the court and the public, making us a target of criticism. Therefore, the rise and fall of the Hong family is everyone's responsibility! We absolutely cannot just leave!"

Huang Jun sighed, bowing his head. "Then we can only hope that the powder we manufacture can truly cure the concubines' ailments and enhance the King of Qin's lust. With a few kind words from Lord Lin to the King, our Hong family can escape the crisis of being wiped out. But Lord Lin is just a minor official, and you, sir, are all alone. What if we entrust our efforts to the wrong person? Wouldn't all our previous efforts be in vain, and we suffer the consequences?"

Master Hong couldn't help but gasp, and said sadly, "From the time the King of Qin led his army to attack Yan, I already knew of his fickle nature. Besides, I only achieved this because of the Emperor's favor. " Their status and position were established throughout the North. In this unavoidable situation, our only chance of survival was to take a risky gamble. The fate of the Hong family was no longer in our hands; whether it was good or bad, fortune or misfortune, was entirely up to fate.”

Huang Jun, still looking at the patriarch on the dragon throne, shook his head and sighed, “But sitting at home waiting to die is not a solution either…”

The patriarch’s voice suddenly changed, and he quickly gave an order, saying, “Then I’ll trouble you to go to the Lin residence and wait for news. If Lord Lin makes any move, report back immediately by fast horse.”

“Understood, sir!”

Huang Jun shuddered, his face glistening with what seemed like water or sweat, and with a look of shame, he stammered, "Then... what about the Second Young Mistress? She just instructed me yesterday to accompany her to the outskirts of the city."

Master Hong smiled and said, "Important matters are of utmost importance. I will naturally explain to the Second Young Mistress. You should hurry back and not be late."

Suddenly, a maidservant appeared at the gate of the detached courtyard. She rushed into the inner chamber, panting, and said, "Master, the Second Young Mistress asked me to deliver a brocade box, and she also instructed you to return to your study as soon as possible."

Master Hong and Huang Jun both looked at the brocade box in the maidservant's hand and immediately understood its purpose: this brocade box represented an indication that they were about to meet with their lovers.

Upon hearing this, Master Hong was momentarily stunned. He realized his wife was keeping her husband, the first wife, alone in the study while she herself was having a clandestine tryst with her lover. He was suddenly both amused and exasperated, yet still couldn't suppress his lustful desire to be cuckolded.

Master Hong looked at the maid before him and then solemnly replied, "Hmm, put down the brocade box you're carrying. This is none of your business."

"Yes, Master,"

the maid replied without hesitation, bowing slightly, "This servant will return to work."

Master Hong watched as the maid turned and walked out the door, then turned back to Huang Jun, whose face seemed pale with fright, frozen in place. Master Hong was even able to laugh heartily. His laughter reached Huang Jun's ears, and he glanced up at the master on the dragon throne, a look filled with a mixture of regret and gratitude.

Master Hong immediately rose from his dragon throne, laughing bitterly as he teased him, saying, "Hehe, Brother Huang, it seems you'd better hurry to the west wing before you leave! My widow is probably in heat in bed, and I think she's starting to reminisce about your caresses."

Huang Jun's movements were clearly trembling with fear. At this thought, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Then...then...Master, what about you?"

Master Hong, feigning nonchalance, walked step by step to Huang Jun, with whom he had a brotherly bond, patted him on the shoulder, and exclaimed... "Didn't you hear me just now? The second young mistress specifically told me, her first husband, to rush back to the study. So, she just wants to be alone with you today. I'm afraid I won't have the pleasure of witnessing your intimacy. I'll stay in the study and be a bystander who can't see or hear anything!"

It turns out that this Master Hong Hanshan is a complete cuckold. It's obvious that he not only enjoys playing the role of a third party in front of his concubine, personally experiencing the extraordinary excitement of physical intercourse, but also practices the peerless martial art recorded in the sex manual—the Phallic Divine Skill.

Since ancient times, the Phallic Divine Skill has been the most extraordinary martial art among the lost human qigong techniques. This skill requires the convergence of the body's internal and external meridians and blood, combined with the exciting images seen before the eyes, and then sent to the deep brain. Then, the swelling blood in the body and the churning jealousy in the heart will merge into one, ultimately stimulating the body to the highest state of excitement. The internal energy will surge like a spring into the penis, with an astonishing double swelling as the standard shape.

However, during such a conservative period, men of extraordinary status either have three wives and four concubines at home or frequently visit places of debauchery. Only this Master Hong is an exception. He not only likes to encourage the women around him to have extramarital affairs, openly embracing his lovers in bed, but he, as the original husband, temporarily stays outside, staying at the edge of the bed or standing outside the bed curtains to practice the divine skill alone.

There are indeed such psychologically peculiar people in the world today. In order to master a certain divine skill, they would disregard even the purity of their beloved concubine's body and the shame and dignity that a man should possess. Such a mentality towards the opposite sex is truly rare.

In an instant, Huang Jun, who was already at a loss, could only sigh. As a young man in his early twenties with a strong and vigorous physique, his penis was now uncontrollably erect. In fact, he was already aroused, but his guilty expression made him lower his head, his arms trembling, and he said in a trembling voice, "Master, please don't humiliate yourself like this. Master, you have been kind to me as much as a mountain, and we are like brothers. Moreover, if I hadn't truly received your favor and gained the qualification to be the third party in the second young mistress's boudoir, and if you hadn't been able to practice sexual intercourse with me in the boudoir, while adopting the techniques recorded in the sex manual, I would not have been able to do so." "With such divine power, I, of such lowly status, could never have dreamed of such immense good fortune. I know I've lived and ate at the Hong family's expense since childhood, and given my complicated relationship with the second young mistress, and now you, sir, are forced to stay out of it all, while I, an outsider, am forced to openly mingle with your beloved concubine. Thinking back on this, I sometimes truly feel like a despicable and deserving servant. I beg you, Brother Huang, to kneel before you and apologize, and I swear that in my next life I will serve the Hong family like a slave, even as a lowly laborer! I will have no regrets!"

"Brother Huang, you don't need to blame yourself. As the saying goes, one hand can't clap, but two hands can make a pair! Besides, Second Mistress is no pushover either. She's in her prime right now, but unfortunately, I've been indulging in love affairs for too long, which has caused my physical functions to decline. In addition, you know that she's always been devoted to you. So, as her husband, how could you not understand how she feels about being alone in her room all this time? A real man must be able to take it and let it go! Don't worry, Brother Huang, I will never be jealous of you two!"

Master Hong was a man of passion. He still remembered the golden rule recorded on the first page of the sex manual: "To master the divine skill of the penis, one must offer it to one's beloved wife." He smiled and stared at his brother in front of him, his expression truly indescribable.

Huang Jun was both surprised and delighted. Thinking of the alluring beauty he would find in the second young mistress's boudoir, such a stroke of luck was bound to arouse him. Gradually, even his lower body reacted strongly, a tent forming in his trousers.

"But...but...besides apologizing, I don't know what else to say. In short, I, Huang Jun, want to thank you for your kindness, sir. Your great favor is something I will never forget,"

Huang Jun said with a trembling voice.

At this moment, Master Hong's eyes naturally glanced down at him, noticing the tent-like bulge in his trousers. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle with smug satisfaction.

"Hehe! Brother Huang, there's no need to say anything now. As the saying goes, a moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Why don't you hurry to the west wing and comfort my lowly wife? In any case, don't forget about Lord Lin's matter."

Huang Jun's body trembled involuntarily. He bit his lip, looking dumbfounded, and murmured, "Then Brother Huang will take his leave. Please make yourself at home, Master!"

"Hehe! Remember to feed the second young mistress well! If it weren't for you in the manor, it would be me, the first husband, who would suffer!"

With a light sneer, Master Hong was a shameless man. He could still laugh in such a humiliating situation. Judging from his smile, he was a lowly person and did not act like a proper husband.

Huang Jun was stunned for a moment. When he looked at Master Hong standing in front of him, he was shocked to find that his lower body was swollen. He couldn't help but smile. Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the west wing.

At this moment, Master Hong stayed in the cabinet for almost a moment, his mind constantly imagining a scene in the boudoir of his beloved concubine. His mind then turned to the image of her lying on the bed, being fucked by her lover to the point of ecstasy. If she were to become pregnant with a child and give birth to a son for the Hong family, he would be overjoyed. Just thinking about the day when the Hong family would have someone to carry on the family line made Master Hong smile.

Master Hong burst into laughter, finding it increasingly amusing. He seemed to recall how, as a shy young girl, she had been forced into a situation with her husband's permission, sharing a room with him and his first wife. She had then defied tradition, offering herself as a virgin, disregarding all feminine modesty, and throwing herself into her lover's arms. They had made love in bed until dawn.

Now, his concubine, having tasted the sweetness, seemed to have grown incredibly bold, even going so far as to demand her lover, refusing her husband. But what could the cheerful Master Hong say but laugh heartily?

"Hahaha! With a concubine like this, what more could a husband ask for! Absolutely wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

Thinking this, the disillusioned Master Hong consoled himself, unconsciously walking to the study door. His eyes welled with laughter, and with a push of his hand, he entered the study, his excitement growing.

Little did he know, just as he was about to turn and close the door, a sweet, delicate voice came from the study's alleyway. At that moment, Master Hong abruptly stopped, blinked, and fixed his gaze on the distance. Suddenly, a figure walked gracefully towards him, and before him stood another of his beloved concubines, the third young mistress of the Hong family—Dai Yuan.

"So you're in the study, Master,"

Dai Yuan said, holding a porcelain bowl in her hands. She glanced at her master at the door, smiled sweetly, and asked, "The kitchen just brewed some almond tea to cool you down. Would you be interested in trying some?"

Master Hong couldn't help but glance at her as well. This concubine was the one he had first met at the brothel last month. After their passionate encounter, he had been overcome with lust and couldn't resist her alluring figure. Therefore, he had decided to possess her exclusively, and in a matter of course, he had ordered the matchmaker to bring her to his door on an auspicious day with great fanfare as his second concubine.

In truth, Master Hong was well aware of this. Besides his lust for her alluring beauty, his ultimate goal was for her to bring blessings to the Hong family and bear him a son.

Frankly, Master Hong was no ordinary man. He possessed both boundless lust and a perverse desire for women. How could any woman of unparalleled beauty escape his grasp? Such a lecherous scoundrel, unless he had become a crippled eunuch or impotent, would have undoubtedly caused countless women to suffer. He also planned to use his power to secretly arrange for his good brother Huang Jun to have a sexual encounter with the beautiful Dai Yuan, a union of lovers right before his eyes!

In an instant, he stood frozen at the door, his eyes fixed on her low-cut, gorgeous dress, revealing a prominent cleavage, her smooth, supple skin, her alluring gait, and her slender, almost lithe figure. A faint blush constantly graced her cheeks. With such beauty alone, she truly deserved to be called the number one courtesan in the entire North.

Despite her naturally sweet and innocent face, this woman, seemingly alluring on the surface, was in reality a veritable slut, her bodily fluids flowing freely like a fountain.

The youngest daughter-in-law, Daiyuan, only a few years younger than the second young mistress of the Hong family, finally reached the door. Knowing her husband's eyes were fixed on her ample bosom, she was startled. She stamped her foot slightly and feigned annoyance, saying, "Oh dear, Master, you're so naughty! Where are you looking in broad daylight?"

Master Hong remained silent for a long time, inhaling her fragrant lotus scent. His expression seemed to change instantly, and he looked at her with lustful eyes, smiling wryly, "Third Mistress, you are still young and naturally beautiful. Even if I had to strip you naked to look at you, I would do it! Hehehe!"

Daiyuan glared at him fiercely, bit her lip slightly, and said resentfully, "Master, don't do that… I don't want to! If the servants see us, what will they say about me, the third mistress…" "Where does your pride go?"

Before she could finish speaking, Daiyuan continued to complain, coquettishly scolding, "Besides, I specially brought you this bowl of almond tea to cool you down, but you had to make fun of me. I won't stand for it!" "Cool down! Cool down! I am indeed burning with fire right now! You've come at just the right time, Third Sister! I want you to come into the room quickly and help me cool down completely! I'll use your special move, the Triple Heaven of Ice and Fire, to give me oral sex and release my pent-up desire!"

A contemptuous tone resounded throughout the room. As expected, Master Hong was indeed burning with fire after the incident in the west wing. He seemed unable to regain his composure for a moment. His eyes suddenly became hot as a tide, and his expression became impatient. He stiffly grabbed his beloved concubine who was waiting at the door and hurriedly went into the room to seek pleasure.

"Oh my god, I don't want to! I'm so embarrassed, so incredibly embarrassed!"

Despite her words, Daiyuan still feigned a coquettish expression. In reality, she was already overcome with desire. While being half-pushed and half-pulled into the room by her husband, she let out a drawn-out cry, her cheeks flushed, not even caring that the almond tea she was holding had fallen to the ground.

With a flustered expression, Daiyuan looked anxiously at the flushed Master Hong, utterly astonished.

Her expression was definitely not that of an ignorant woman who didn't understand physical desire; after all, she was a renowned courtesan from a brothel.

In this situation, however, she treated the man as a tool for her own pleasure, naturally raising her face, brimming with spring-like desire. Her hair was styled in a slanted bun, her brows furrowed, and her eyes involuntarily revealed a spring-like expression as she smiled at her husband.

Daiyuan immediately opened her eyes, which were full of spring-like desire. However, those watery eyes carried a tenderness mixed with a hint of provocation. Her cheeks flushed as she asked, "Has Huang Jun... gone to Second Madam's side? Is that why Master is so excited?"

At this moment, Master Hong saw her lustful appearance and, without saying a word, pulled her into his arms. In an instant, a smile appeared on his lips, while a hint of disdain flashed in his passionate eyes. He scolded lightly, "You know the answer but still ask! Don't you think you should be punished! Hurry up and kneel down to lick my cock properly!"

"Master is so bad! Your mind is always full of erotic thoughts."

Daiyuan immediately threw a flirtatious wink, then glanced at his crotch, her tone coquettish, and she actually started to act coquettish.

Master Hong tenderly embraced his beloved concubine, stroking her delicate face with one hand, and chuckled, "Hehe... how about this! If you really make me feel comfortable, I might consider making an exception and letting you and that guy Huang Jun have a threesome in front of me! What do you think of that?"

Master Hong, in high spirits, did indeed have such a thought, but since the concubine kneeling before him had only recently married into the Hong family, she was still fresh flesh, and he didn't seem to have had enough of her yet. In addition, his other concubine had already been given to his brother Huang Jun to play with, so he pondered for a long time and still couldn't think of a suitable impetus to offer his two beloved concubines to other men at the same time.

Conversely, even though Daiyuan was a courtesan, she was still shocked when she learned that her husband had such an unbelievable and bizarre sexual fetish. She pondered and pondered, but couldn't understand how a man could so humiliate himself, watching his beloved woman being sexually assaulted by another man without a care. She truly didn't understand, nor dared to truly comprehend the mystery.

"Hey~~ Master is so naughty, so perverted! Always teasing me!"

Daiyuan suddenly exclaimed, her expression showing no surprise whatsoever. Instead, she clenched her fist and punched his chest, her breath quickening. Then, with a laugh, she pouted and said, "I'm not like Second Madam! Second Madam is indeed a promiscuous and wanton woman, but just because Second Madam likes it doesn't mean I like it too. I don't want to play your perverted games! Third Madam is content as long as Master is by her side!"

In the midst of the swirling light, Master Hong, hearing her turn away in a huff, flew into a rage. He grabbed her hair and roared, "You stinking bitch, shut up! Whether I play or not is none of your business as a concubine! Get down here and lick my cock!"

"Ahhh!" Dai Yuan gasped, startled. Half-heartedly, her husband pulled her to a wooden chair, forcing her to kneel. He quickly pulled down his trousers. In an instant,

the fabric fell away, revealing a massive, black cock! Its length and width were like the arm of a newborn infant! It bounced constantly, the tip of its glans occasionally oozing a liquid resembling almond tea, its stench overwhelming!

Dai Yuan's eyes flashed, her expression changing drastically. A multitude of emotions welled up within her. Even though she herself had come from a brothel and had seen countless men's penises, the enormous, swollen penis before her truly took her breath away, leaving her utterly shocked!

Dai Yuan stammered, "Master... Master... why is your... your thing so huge this time? It... its length is truly astonishing! I..."

Before she could finish, two soft "squeak" sounds rang out, and Dai Yuan's mouth was forcefully shoved into the erect penis, forcing it into her most sensitive and vulnerable throat!

In this passionate moment, the penis's divine power was unleashed, its might unmatched; who could withstand such power?

"Ahhh, this feels so good!"

Master Hong exclaimed immediately, then leaned back in his chair. He suddenly spread his legs, a smug smile playing on his lips, looking every bit like the emperor being fought over by his concubines.

"Ugh..." A soft, vomiting sound rang out.

Before he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes to stare at the concubine whose mouth was already stuffed full. Then, he gripped her head tightly with both hands and laughed loudly, "Third Sister, your mouth is warm inside and out, truly a paradise on earth, wonderful!

Third Sister is indeed a born slut destined to give men oral sex! And it seems your oral sex skills haven't deteriorated at all! Don't forget to move your tongue! Don't be lazy and stop! Give me a comfortable oral sex! You

stinky brat! Hahahaha!"

"Ugh... Master... Master... Don't be so rough... My throat hurts... It's too big... Too long... It's almost... It's almost in my throat... Master... It hurts... It hurts..."

Dai Yuan still had the enormous penis in her mouth. At this moment, her eyes were filled with tears, her delicate face was contorted, and she was groaning as if in great pain.

"Don't make a sound! Quickly use your Ice and Fire Triple Heaven technique!"

At this moment, Dai Yuan couldn't help but hesitate slightly, but her words seemed to be suffocating her as if she were being penetrated. Just then, as she was about to loosen her teeth and open her mouth to endure the pain in her throat, she suddenly felt the penis in her mouth push in even further. In an instant, her cheeks swelled up, tears streamed down her face, and she made intermittent, strange noises, as if in unbearable agony.

However, the interplay of these deep-throat noises and groans reaching Master Hong's ears did indeed vaguely resemble a symphony played on a pipa, and her struggling, gagging sounds gave the illusion of relish and delight!

In this unrestrained display of power, Master Hong, though over fifty, possessed a ruddy, composed expression. The force of his penis surging from his abdomen, coupled with his posture of lying with his legs spread on the back of the chair, suggested he was indeed a discerning man. It was no wonder he was called the "Sex Emperor"—his unfathomable stamina was truly well-deserved! Chapter 25,

April 21: After nearly a dozen deep throat thrusts, in a moment of desperation, Daiyuan seized an opportunity. Taking advantage of her husband's momentary lapse in attention, she secretly reached out her slender hands and pushed against his curly thighs, as if trying to use the force to gain a moment of gasping for breath. Unfortunately, the devil is always one step ahead. How could the sexually experienced Master Hong not notice her actions? "You brat! If you really stop moving and disobey your husband's orders, that's disrespecting your husband! See if I won't punish you according to family rules! You'll definitely suffer then! Keep swallowing! Swallow until I ejaculate!" After shouting, Master Hong suddenly pressed his hands and feet down hard on her head and spine, so that she could no longer move and had no choice but to obediently continue to swallow the penis in her mouth. "Ugh... Master... This time... this time it's really much bigger... I... I'm afraid I can't use the Triple Heaven of Ice and Fire... otherwise... the inner lining of my throat will really be damaged... Please, Master, have mercy... you really... you have to insert it gently..." Her jade lips were pressed between the engorged, purplish-red glans, and just as it was about to be completely inserted deep into her throat, Dai Yuan immediately cried out "Ugh, ugh," her hands pushing tightly against her curly thighs, as if desperately resisting the pain in her throat. But her head was held tightly by her husband, and when his slender hands pushed hard, the penis in her mouth was pushed inward, piercing the pink and tender glans in her throat. "Awesome! Right, keep your eyes on me. First, pry open the inside of your throat, bite lightly, then use your tongue to press against it. That's how you suck it for the best feeling! Hahaha! Watch how I pierce your throat!" The humiliating words fell, and Master Hong, in a state of ecstasy, no longer cared whether his concubine was enjoying it as much as he was. His beard practically bristled, and he gritted his teeth, held his breath, and then thrust fiercely into her mouth. Hearing the words "pierce it," Dai Yuan imagined the possibility of her throat being damaged and bleeding internally. Her small face trembled, and she was startled. However, her lips naturally opened wide, her resistance seemingly weakened. Seeing this, Master Hong pushed his erect penis even deeper into her mouth, reaching the very bottom of her throat, between her heart and lungs! Suddenly having a foreign object pressed against her body, the shock was something most people couldn't comprehend. Daiyuan looked at her husband with tears in her eyes, only to find no pity or tenderness on his face. Instead, he wore a thoroughly mocking expression, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes glaring at her with lewd intent. "My dearest concubine! What does it feel like to be deep-throated? Hahaha! Remember not to stop, open your mouth as wide as possible, let me savor your special skill!" Master Hong, his face flushed with excitement, suddenly flashed a disdainful glare before issuing another stern order. For a courtesan skilled in oral sex, performing such an embarrassing and difficult act was usually a piece of cake. However, facing the enormous penis in her mouth, it felt like an impossible task, given its astonishing length—the arm of an infant. "Gurgle... Ugh... Don't... Harder... Gurgle... Ugh..." Dai Yuan sobbed incessantly, her once handsome face now contorted and deformed, snot and tears streaming down her face. Then, she opened her throat and slowly began to rock her hips back and forth, her head turning in and out of position. She also felt some strange liquid, slightly sticky in her throat, suddenly slide down into her intestines.

At this moment, one can see the kind heart of this lowly courtesan. She knows that since her good fortune in marrying into the Hong family, her transformation can only be described as "rising to prominence overnight." Now that she is a noblewoman of a wealthy family, she can live a carefree and luxurious life for the rest of her days. She has no choice but to accept whatever fate brings, swallowing both her husband's good and bad temper, even if it means weeping in the middle of the night. Conversely, facing this temperamental husband, in order to please this gold mine, what does it matter if she has to kneel before him, endure physical pain, and become a sex object with no status or value, allowing him to vent his frustrations a little?

Thinking of this, she, who had long been a virtuous and obedient woman, had no choice but to obey her husband's orders. In an instant, she swallowed her words, silently enduring the pain in her body, continuing to suck on the penis deep in her throat until her cheeks gradually swelled and turned purple, still desperately trying to suppress the feeling of nausea and vomiting.

"Hmm... the Triple Heaven of Ice and Fire is indeed well-deserved... it's so exhilarating, I feel like an immortal! Move faster with your mouth!"

Master Hong suddenly threw his head back and gasped for breath, being deeply penetrated by the warm and lubricated throat beneath him, and his huge penis swelled even more.

"Ugh... ugh... ah... Master... gurgle... Master... ugh..."

The courtyard of the manor was completely quiet, everything around was so quiet and still, as quiet as a still lake, except for the moans of water being thrust into her from the study, which gradually filled the vast space around the manor, until the echoes of the moans lingered in the space.

From another angle, on the other side, in front of the manor gate, on the boundless hillside, one can see a wooden bridge arched by four people and a group of heroic figures silently following behind it. The group walks step by step towards the manor gate; they should reach their final destination—"Purple Bamboo Manor"—in less than a few hundred steps.

************ Although the weather was cold and windy, how could I, who usually travels by car, endure such a long journey? I was already drenched in sweat, almost out of breath, and felt like I was about to collapse.

Suddenly, I looked up sharply, my eyes fixed on the grand mansion ahead. For a moment, I was mesmerized. Then, I turned to the woman dressed as a man, Miss Feng, and shouted, "Miss Feng, that mansion ahead is indeed impressive! Judging from those magnificent walls, it must belong to a very wealthy family. I wonder if the owners inside are some famous officials or noble families?"

Hearing Miss Feng's sudden remark, she remained calm and said in a low voice, "Shh... don't make a fuss. This is someone else's property after all. Besides, I've heard that northerners are cunning and treacherous

. Let's observe more carefully before revealing our identities." After a moment, Wei Zhongbo, who had been standing at the head of the sedan chair, stopped abruptly. He then turned around and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair. Miss Hong Yueyi, the eldest daughter of the Hong family, gracefully stepped out. Her figure was delicate and graceful, like that of a pampered young lady.

"Miss, please be careful when getting out of the sedan chair."

Wei Zhongbo carefully lifted the curtain and said slowly, "This is Zizhu Manor. After so many years, I wonder if you still remember this place?"

Upon hearing this, Hong Yueyi's eyes welled up with tears. Her brows furrowed involuntarily, and she raised her head, staring intently at the gate that had become a blur in her memory.

Hong Yueyi took a deep breath, smiled faintly, and said, "Wei Zhongbo, although this place is a little unfamiliar, I still remember everything that happened here. Besides, I spent some time with my mother in the manor before."

Even so, Hong Yueyi couldn't help but reminisce. Her face darkened, and in an instant, tears like pearls began to fall.

On the other hand, Wei Zhongbo, who had been silently standing beside her, immediately noticed her expression. Although he was just a servant in the Hong family, no one knew this spoiled young lady's temperament better than him. He understood perfectly well her feelings of missing her mother at this moment. After all, he had experienced it himself when he was young; his own mother had also passed away long ago. So, living alone and dependent on others without any support or reason, the feeling of losing one's support and direction was exceptionally disorienting and painful.

Besides, even though he was just a steward and servant, no matter how sad he was, he could never forget the image of the deceased eldest young mistress of the Hong family. Her kind and gentle face and body when she was alive were still deeply etched in his heart, an indelible impression.

Wei Zhongbo's eyes were fixed on the young lady standing before him. Normally, she was spoiled, willful, and capricious. Her frequent outbursts and tantrums had annoyed countless people in the household, even her own father sometimes felt powerless to subdue her domineering tone.

But now, she seemed like a completely different person, so delicate and charming. It was a case of a girl blossoming into womanhood, a blossoming young woman awaiting marriage. The graceful young lady before him immediately caught his eye. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but her once flat chest now boasted prominent breasts, her figure even more alluring, her curves more pronounced, and her skin smooth and supple… While

waiting, Wei Zhongbo was momentarily stunned. After a long pause, unable to bear seeing her tears, he slowly approached and whispered, “Miss, I’m a rough man, not very good with words. But the eldest young mistress has been gone for many years. As the saying goes, don’t dwell on the past; one should look forward. So, you should forget all those unpleasant memories so you can have a chance to recover and start anew.”

"Sigh... I understand what Wei Zhongbo meant, and besides, I know what I should and shouldn't do."

Hong Yueyi immediately turned her face away, as if trying to secretly sob. She casually wiped away the tears on her cheeks, her heart still heavy with resentment over the accident years ago. Then she calmly continued, "But it's really not easy to completely forget someone from your memory, let alone forget your mother who carried you for ten months and risked her life to give birth to you."

At this moment, Wei Zhongbo quickly glanced at the movement at the gate, seemingly worried that Master Hong, who was waiting in the mansion, might come out to welcome his beloved daughter's return. He hurriedly said, "Miss, don't let Master see you crying like this, otherwise he will be heartbroken. You know how much Master cherishes you, so..."

"Father loved me?"

Hong Yueyi immediately turned her face, coldly looking at the housekeeper who had watched her grow up, and gritted her teeth, saying bitterly, "If Father really loved me, then he wouldn't have known that Mother was bedridden due to illness, and he wouldn't have even looked at her with one eye, nor would he have been by her side to see her off on her deathbed, causing Mother to not want to close her eyes even when she breathed her last, dying with her eyes open. That scene, that scene, I believe I will never forget it in my life. That night, I held Mother's hand and stayed by her side, but I actually heard her with my own ears that she couldn't forget Father, and she was even calling Father's name in her delirium, until I witnessed her breathe her last and pass away, unable to even close her eyes."

"Miss, you have far too many prejudices against Master. Actually, Master was on business in another province at the time, which made him unable to attend to her, hence the regret we have today."

The loyal Wei Zhongbo seemed to be delaying her speech, letting out a long sigh before continuing, "To be honest, Master has taken in concubines for many years, yet none have truly become his principal wife. This shows that Master still harbors feelings for his eldest daughter-in-law, and it's even more certain that her position in his heart is irreplaceable. What Wei Zhongbo said is indeed an undeniable fact, indelible evidence."

Wei Zhongbo was sweating profusely with anxiety, and his expression was naturally ashamed, because what he said was not the whole truth. He knew that his master had a terrible relationship with a father and daughter all because of lust. Now he believed that he was the only one who knew the ins and outs of the whole matter. He still remembered that at that time, the master of the Hong family was not doing business in another province, but was drinking and having fun in a brothel in another province. After drinking heavily, he would lean on the breasts of prostitutes to seek the tenderness and fragrance of foreign women until dawn.

Wei Zhongbo immediately cast aside his shame and distracting thoughts, and sighed, "Let's not talk about that anymore. After all, Miss has been tired and weary from the journey. Now that you're here, why don't you go in and meet the Master first?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking."

Hong Yueyi sighed, then glanced back at the two young masters behind the bridge and said, "As for those two young masters, I'll have to trouble you, Wei Zhongbo, to take good care of them later."

Wei Zhongbo smiled and replied, "Please rest assured, Miss, the servants will certainly do as you say."

With that, the eldest daughter of the Hong family, Hong Yueyi, who had been away from the manor for many years, walked into the manor gate without looking back.

Stepping inside, relying on the slivers of memory in her mind, Hong Yueyi walked step by step through the manor courtyard. She glanced left and right, and as the saying goes, seeing familiar things evokes memories. Suddenly, she felt as if her mother's figure and scent still lingered in the manor. Her elegant silhouette, her sweet laughter, and the fragments of memories of flying kites and playing together in the courtyard seemed deeply etched in her heart, unforgettable.

Suddenly, she felt a lump in her throat and tears welled up, but she still held back her tears and walked through the courtyard step by step. Just as she was about to walk into the inner hall, she suddenly saw what appeared to be a maid standing inside. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Yu Lian, the maid who had always served in the Hong household and with whom she was like a sister.

Hong Yueyi glanced at the hall, then paused, and continued looking into the distance. A familiar face before her eyes almost made her eyes light up.

"Is that you, Yulian? It's been so long! You've grown into a beautiful young woman, no longer the Yulian I used to know."

Hong Yueyi exclaimed.

"Miss... Miss?"

Yulian, who was busy inside the hall, suddenly widened her eyes, her gaze shifting between reality and illusion. She exclaimed in surprise, "Yulian, are you dreaming? Isn't Miss in Xianyang? How come you're here?"

Hong Yueyi rushed inside, her expression excited, and smiled sweetly, "Heavens! It really is you, Yulian! It's been quite a while since I've seen you. You've grown into a beautiful young woman, no longer the little girl I used to know."

Yulian bit her lip and said coquettishly, "Miss~~ don't tease Yulian. Yulian is just a little person, how could I be as beautiful as you, Miss?" "Jiaomei?"

Hong Yueyi nodded with a silly grin, a beautiful smile immediately appearing on her face. "Hehehe~~ You haven't changed much, except you've become prettier. Everything else is the same, especially your sweet little mouth, it's still so endearing."

Yulian couldn't stop laughing, saying, "Now that Miss is back in the manor, I believe the happiest person must be Master. If he sees you for the first time, he'll be so happy he won't be able to sleep all night."

Hong Yueyi quietly looked at her for a while, then suddenly raised her head and asked, "By the way, speaking of Father, where is he now?"

"Master..."

Yu Lian seemed to pause for a moment, then lowered her head to think before answering directly, "Ah! Just now, Yu Lian remembered that Second Young Mistress had instructed Master to gather in the study. Master should still be in the study."

"Hmm, there's nothing for you here. You go and attend to your own business. I'll go to the study to chat with Father myself."

Yu Lian said softly, "I wonder if Miss still remembers the location of the study? Would you like Yu Lian to take you there?"

Hong Yueyi couldn't help but blurt out with a smile, "No need. Although I haven't been back here for a long time, I haven't developed amnesia."

"Alright then, if Miss needs anything, please feel free to ask Yu Lian to do it."

Yu Lian said leisurely, "Then Yu Lian won't disturb Miss and Master's enjoyment of their time together."

Hong Yueyi smiled with narrowed eyes and replied cheerfully, "Okay, you must come to my room tonight. My sister and I haven't enjoyed the moon and had a good chat in a long time."

After Hong Yueyi, the eldest daughter of the Hong family, and her maid Yu Lian nodded to each other, they both left in different directions.

However, relying on her meager memory, this young lady wandered aimlessly through the inner hall for a long time before finally finding a corner of the study.

Just then, as she was about to reach the study door with eager steps, her eyes fixed on the wooden door, a series of sounds, like ripples of murmurs, echoed in her ears, like groans of vomiting and sobbing.

"Father... is Father in the study? Your daughter has returned to the manor! Father..." Hong Yueyi continued forward without further ado, reaching out to push the door open.

"Oh no! My precious daughter is back!"

Master Hong was startled by the voice outside the study. He paused for a moment, then looked down at his third wife and shouted, "Third wife, quick! Find a place to hide! Don't make a sound!"

A panicked voice said, "Yi'er is back? I... what should we do? Where should we hide, sir!"

Master Hong was also terrified. He knew that his enormous member wouldn't soften so easily. He was shocked, angry, worried, and grumbling. He shouted, "I told you to hide! Don't let Yi'er see us naked and embarrassed. Otherwise, how will I, as her father, save face? Come with me!"

In that critical moment, Dai Yuan was also stunned. For a long time, she was at a loss and remained silent. Suddenly, her husband grabbed her arm in a panic, and in a flash, ignoring the drool dripping from her mouth, she dashed under the table like an arrow. Meanwhile, Master Hong pretended nothing had happened, feigning to sit at the table looking at the official documents.

Almost in a split second, the wooden door to the study was pushed open. At this moment, Mr. Hong already knew that the person who pushed open the door was his beloved daughter, but his eyes were fixed on the door, and a frozen expression appeared on his face, all because of his guilty conscience. He could only say in a trembling voice, "Yi... Yi'er, you... you're finally back!"

Hong Yueyi walked towards the table, and asked her father, who was sitting at the table, in a sweet and innocent way, "Dad~ Why didn't you hear me calling you outside the room just now?"

Mr. Hong's mind was in turmoil again. Looking at his beloved daughter in front of him, he smiled bitterly and replied, "Hehe! I was busy with official business, so I couldn't hear my precious daughter's voice for a moment."

Hong Yueyi looked happily at her father in front of her. Even though she harbored a little hatred for him, it had been a long time since they last met, and now that they were reunited, she couldn't bear to speak coldly to him again. She smiled and walked forward.

"Busy with official duties? But why does Yi'er seem to hear some noises coming from inside the room, like someone chanting and calling out?"

Hong Yueyi said as she approached the table, staring at him intently, and asked, "Father, are you feeling unwell? Should Yi'er immediately tell Uncle Wei Zhong to fetch a doctor from town to examine you?"

The still half-naked Master Hong stood there, stunned, and remained silent. Suddenly, as if sensing his daughter's intention to step forward, he abruptly shouted at her, his eyes filled with worry, and said in a trembling voice, "Yi'er! You...you don't come any closer!"

Hong Yueyi was immediately stopped. She helplessly looked up and stared at him, stunned for a moment before realizing that her father's face seemed slightly flushed, and he was panting as he spoke incoherently, "To be honest, I caught a cold recently. If you come near me, I'm afraid I'll infect you. You...you might as well sit down in front of me."

Hong Yueyi sighed and advised, "Father, a cold can be serious or minor..." "Besides learning knitting, Yi'er also learned a lot about pulse diagnosis from her godmother. Why don't you come and take my pulse first, and then we can find a doctor to examine me?" Old

Master Hong's forehead was furrowed, his shoulders trembled, and he was sweating profusely. He was so anxious and thirsty that he smiled bitterly and said, "No... there's no need for that. Actually, a cold can be easily treated, and I've already recovered. I'm fine now. Come, sit in front of me and tell me about your recent condition."

"Hmm... then... that's the only way!"

Hong Yueyi felt a pang of melancholy in her heart. She looked at him coldly, her mind filled with thoughts of her own background. She increasingly couldn't understand why her own father was still so cold and heartless towards her. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. For a moment, she sat silently in front of him.

In that instant, Mr. Hong knew perfectly well that, judging from her seating position, she couldn't possibly be aware that someone was hiding under the table so close to her. However, he still wanted to divert her attention and change the subject, so he casually asked her about other things.

Just then, he seemed to see the shadow and face of his deceased first wife! This wasn't a hallucination; his beloved daughter sitting before him truly possessed a resemblance to his late first wife in both expression and delicate features. Even her mannerisms and demeanor were becoming increasingly similar! Moreover, her features and skin were younger and more beautiful than her mother's, and her curves were even more pronounced, seemingly more supple and radiant!

Master Hong slowly asked, "By the way, Yi'er has been living in Hanyang for three years now. I believe she has already gotten used to life there, right?"

"It's a long story. Fortunately, my godmother took care of my diet and meals there. She was always by my side taking care of my daily life, so life was alright. It's just that sometimes I miss my hometown and the snowy scenery in the north."

"Well, now that Yi'er is back in the manor, she doesn't need to go anywhere else. She can stay by her father's side. Her father will take good care of her and make up for his indifference towards her."

Master Hong was panting heavily. He had no heart for conversation because his divine power penis had unknowingly surged with another kind of vitality, causing his entire body and the tip of his penis to involuntarily become erect!

On the other side, the third young mistress of the Hong family, Dai Yuan, who was still hiding under the table, was stunned when she saw the most gifted divine power penis in the world. She was speechless and her heart was stunned. Gradually, her cheeks flushed, and she revealed an expression of both excitement and panic.

She was clearly eager to try, constantly reaching out to grab it, but its enormous size frightened her into immediately stopping and retreating. For a brief struggle, she could only stare wide-eyed at the enormous phallus so close to her, one hand trembling as she covered her mouth in shock, her eyes fixed on the glans at the tip of the shaft, which seemed to open and close repeatedly. Sure enough, before long, it showed signs of involuntarily spurting out some unknown liquid! "

Hmm… I can't believe Yi'er has grown up so much without me even realizing it, no longer the little girl she used to be, and she's becoming more and more like her deceased mother in features! Wonderful, wonderful!" After a moment's thought, Mr. Hong's breathing became rapid, and his eyes burned with lust. He secretly traced his gaze down his daughter's neck, finally settling on her slightly protruding breasts. He guessed that hidden beneath her clothes were a pair of beautiful, bamboo shoot-shaped breasts. Overwhelmed with emotion, he remained silent, simply stunned.

Hong Yueyi noticed her father's heavy breathing and, concerned, pressed him, "Father, are you feeling unwell...? Why are you breathing so heavily?"

"Father... Father is really alright. Father knows Yi'er is filial."

Mr. Hong still appeared exhausted, his face flushed.

"Really alright? Then why are you even speaking to your daughter in a slightly distorted way?"

Hong Yueyi pressed again, her tone tense.

"Hehe! Don't make a fuss, if Daddy says it's nothing, then it's nothing."

Master Hong replied calmly, though his desire was already surging. This time, he no longer looked at the beauty before him with the same loving and tender gaze he usually showed his daughter. From this moment on, she was no longer simply his obedient daughter. After all, the daughter he saw was no longer the ordinary little girl of the past, but a captivating beauty with a mysterious figure, a delicate flower in October.

In the same instant, Hong Yueyi remained oblivious to her father's state of mind, still answering in her sweet, coquettish voice. It was this fresh, delicate tone that made him even more excited and unable to control himself.

Just then, he suddenly reached out and tightly grabbed the concubine hiding under the table, grabbing her head and shoving it into his already engorged and erect penis!

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."

In the blink of an eye, the third young mistress, Dai Yuan, who had been hiding under the table, was startled. She gasped and stared, then opened her mouth with urgent, heart-wrenching emotion, once again thrusting the penis in her mouth up and down with abandon.

"Why does it sound like someone is making noise? It seems to be coming from the room."

Hong Yueyi knew she hadn't misheard; there really was a series of vomiting sounds swirling around her ears.

Mr. Hong looked at his daughter, and even though he spoke in an urgent tone, his face remained unwavering. He smiled and said, "It must be Yi'er's imagination. Did you mishear? Maybe that little dog Huang Cai outside is in heat and is messing around with another female dog! Hahaha! No need to pay any more attention to Huang Cai!"

"Eek... Why does Father say such disgusting things! I'm a daughter, I don't want to hear such disgusting things!"

Hong Yueyi immediately turned her face to the side, her cheeks flushed, and let out a shy, reproachful cry.

"Hahaha! Yi'er, still young? You're not young anymore! Seeing you grow up so gracefully, I feel comforted, I've done right by your deceased mother!"

Master Hong continued to stare at her chest, panting and laughing.

On the other hand, Dai Yuan, who had been kneeling under the table, was not having an easy time. Besides opening her mouth and helplessly enduring the frenzied thrusting, she also had to suppress the uncontrollable wet sounds from deep inside her mouth. Her eyes were tightly closed, her fingers clenched into fists, as if she was about to collapse from the pain in her throat.

For a long time, Master Hong remained motionless, while Dai Yuan suffered immense mental anguish. Gradually, the penis in her mouth began to thrust more forcefully, as if releasing the raging lust within her with a deep and shallow thrusting motion.

In the blink of an eye, she was desperately holding her breath, making a series of suffocating "uh-uh" sounds as she gasped for air, snot and drool seeping into her throat, looking utterly disheveled.

"Father seems to be getting more and more unwell. Is he really feeling unwell? Should I go find a doctor right away?"

Hong Yueyi kept wondering, convinced that the noise was coming from somewhere in the room, and her father seemed a bit off, but she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with him.

"No need! Father feels really... ah no... Father means he's not feeling unwell."

Master Hong shouted, his body twitching momentarily before stiffening and freezing in place. His enormous penis trembled as if in spasm. He pressed his head under the table, chuckling, "By the way, Yi... Yi'er, why don't you tell your father about the journey back to the manor? Did anything unusual happen on the way? Or did you visit any scenic spots?"

"Ugh... ugh... oh!"

Dai Yuan cried out incessantly, her face contorted with anguish. The enormous penis remained firmly inside her throat like a wooden pillar.

Hong Yueyi heard the inexplicable moans again, but was stunned by the forceful tone. She could only obediently remain seated, no longer wondering where the persistent moans were coming from.

Hong Yueyi seemed to think for a moment, then raised her head and answered frankly, "Actually, nothing special happened. With Wei Zhongbo accompanying me day and night, things were relatively peaceful."

"Ah..."

Hong Yueyi suddenly exclaimed, her face flushing red. Then, clutching the necklace around her neck, she continued, "I remember meeting a martial arts practitioner on the way, who seemed to be a highly respected nun. She said we were destined to meet, so she gave me a gift—a jade necklace. I accepted it because the jade was crystal clear."

'Hmm...it really is crystal clear! What a budding slut! Her snow-white, smooth skin is indeed translucent! Seeing her is like seeing her deceased mother. I really want to tear off her clothes immediately and pounce on her to lick her jade-like body and areolas!' Gazing upon her jade-like body, warm and full, her skin alluringly radiant, and faced with this provocative posture, Master Hong finally lost control. He had never experienced such heightened lust, as if a force was surging towards his genitals!

Master Hong was clearly bewitched; he stared unblinkingly at the alluring, crystal-clear body of his daughter before him. Suddenly, his subconscious mind inexplicably reflected her seductive naked body! And she was repeatedly licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, and her breasts were swaying wildly towards him!

"You slut! Ah... I can't hold back any longer!" Finally, Master Hong tightened his grip, not allowing Dai Yuan under the table to pause even slightly. His tightly swaying hips seemed to quicken, and he excitedly thought to himself, "I'm going to cum... I'm going to ejaculate! Third Sister, you have to drink it all! Don't stop! Swallow it all down in big gulps!" Pressed down hard by the old man in the chair, Daiyuan's head was practically immobilized. Only muffled sobs escaped from her nostrils. She noticed the old man in the chair seemed to be violently rocking his hips back and forth, speaking in broken, intermittent voices.

"Oh... um!"

Like a tidal wave, the old man couldn't help but cry out, his penis and testicles convulsing and spewing out a thick stream of semen!

Daiyuan was already tortured beyond recognition; her narrow, sensitive throat was filled with wave after wave of male semen. Thousands upon thousands of sperm, like invincible heavenly soldiers, sprayed into her intestines. Even though she had once been a famous courtesan, the stench in her mouth forced her to swallow it all!

"Mmm...mmm...gulp...whoosh!"

In an instant, perhaps due to lack of oxygen, Dai Yuan choked on the overwhelmingly strong, fishy smell of the liquid, and countless drops of semen spilled from her mouth. She hurriedly pulled away, but the strong hand that had been pressing down on her head pressed down again!

Suddenly, a swollen, foreign object pierced deeply between her lungs and heart, and two swollen testicles pressed hard against her teeth, making it impossible for her to breathe! Sure enough, in less than a moment, she gasped and groaned, and with each cough and suffocating groan, her vision gradually blurred, and with a hazy, dim light, she finally collapsed unconscious, completely losing consciousness.

Master Hong also slumped onto the table, panting heavily.

"Father! What's wrong, Father?"

Hong Yueyi stood there, startled, and tried to get up several times.

After a moment of surprise, she looked at him and said, "I feel like you're getting more and more unwell. I'll go find a doctor!" Old Master Hong, still seemingly in a state of shock after his initial excitement, gasped, "No...no...no need. I'm fine now. I just felt a little pain in my stomach, so I rested on the table for a bit."

Changing the subject, Hong Yueyi, still worried, prepared to stand up and quickly asked, "Are you sure you don't need me to find a doctor?"

"Yi'er, listen to me, go out and attend to your own business."

Master Hong, still slumped over the table, waved his hand, panting, "Father needs to rest alone for a while. I'll meet you outside later. Go quickly!"

Hong Yueyi, unable to resist, could only smile faintly, "Well... alright then. Later, I'll introduce these two gentlemen to Father. I heard they're on their way to the martial arts tournament at Tianlong Mountain, so they're passing through here."

'Two gentlemen?' Master Hong was greatly surprised. Zizhu Manor had never welcomed a single guest before, but now he had no choice. Still weak and slumped on the table, he could only desperately urge his daughter, who was still in the room, to leave.

The door opened and then closed again, leaving only Master Hong and his beloved concubine in the study. Suddenly, Master Hong abruptly overturned the table in a fit of anger. His beloved concubine, staring at him with bloodless eyes, appeared before him. Her once vibrant red lips were now mangled and torn, and traces of blood trickled from her pointed chin and the corners of her gaping mouth. The sight was utterly gruesome, as if she had been violated to the point of death!

Master Hong, startled at the sight, jumped up and checked her nostrils. Relieved that his concubine wasn't dead, he breathed a sigh of relief and muttered dreamily, "Alas… Third Sister is truly pathetic. Just a little deep-throat oral sex, and she's already exhausted and unconscious. She dares to call herself a former courtesan. It seems accepting this concubine has been a complete waste of my effort! A huge loss!" Looking at his beloved concubine lying on the ground, her unconscious state glaring at him, Master Hong couldn't help but sigh. "

Hmm...it's been a while since I last saw her, and Yi'er has developed a figure that drives me wild with desire. She looks remarkably like her birth mother! If only I could have her, and share my nights with her in blissful pleasure!" Master Hong thought to himself, recalling his precious daughter. Since she had come of age and gained some understanding of male-female relationships, she had never displayed such allure. But that sudden orgasm, coupled with his twisted belief that "good things shouldn't go to outsiders," made him think that, in his eyes, this precious daughter was already a delicate flower waiting to be taken from him.

As the saying goes, "No one knows a daughter better than her father." Knowing his precious daughter was still a virgin, Mr. Hong, consumed by lust, immediately made a decision: he would do everything in his power to obtain her precious hymen and her most valuable first time!

Thinking and thinking, Mr. Hong remained stunned for a long time, then, disregarding even his concubine lying on the ground, he let her die and be defiled—truly a heartless and inhuman man, greedy for the new. He pulled his loosened trousers back up, straightened his clothes, and turned to leave the room with a heavy heart.

Chapter 26: Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl

As they walked out of the main hall, Master Hong noticed two guests sitting inside. His eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward, cupping his hands and smiling, "I believe these two are the martial arts figures my daughter mentioned. Indeed, they are young heroes. I have witnessed their prowess firsthand."

Feng Tingyu also stepped forward, clasping her hands in greeting, and smiled, "This must be Master Hong, the owner of your manor. My surname is Feng, and this is my good brother, Brother Liu, who is traveling with me."

Standing beside her, I knew she was talking nonsense, but I could only pretend nothing was wrong and nodded slightly to the old man in front of me, while my eyes remained fixed on him. After a moment of silence, I silently observed him. Judging from his appearance, although he was quite old, his ruddy complexion was in no way inferior to that of any young man, and even his voice was clearly remarkably strong.

Master Hong immediately turned cold and asked leisurely, "Hmm... May I ask what brings you two brothers here?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Tingyu immediately steadied himself and said humbly, "To be honest, we were on our way to Tianlong Mountain when we met your daughter in the town. Because of her hospitable nature, she insisted on welcoming us to rest here. If we have offended you in any way, Master Hong, I sincerely apologize."

Master Hong said, "Haha! This brother is too kind. I am not a recluse, but the world is dangerous. To avoid bloodshed, I have chosen to hide in my manor and live a secluded life, rarely receiving guests or getting involved in matters of the martial world." Feng Tingyu was

taken aback and smiled bitterly, "Master Hong is too modest. In my opinion, Master Hong is very powerful and truly an extraordinary person. If Master Hong says so, I really must ask you to take a seat."

"I've long been accustomed to a peaceful life. As for the affairs

of the martial world, they are none of my concern," Master Hong said, squinting his eyes before opening them and smiling. "Ah, I just heard from my daughter that you two are heading to the martial arts tournament at Tianlong Mountain. I wonder if there's anything I can do to help you? And do you have enough provisions for the journey?"

Feng Tingyu smiled and said, "I appreciate Master Hong's kindness. We'll be continuing our journey early tomorrow morning, so we wouldn't dare disturb your peace, nor could we accept your provisions..."

Master Hong suddenly stopped, his face lighting up with a smile. "Hmm... how about this? There are plenty of places to stay in the manor. If you two gentlemen don't mind, why don't you stay here tonight and make further plans tomorrow morning?"

Feng Tingyu paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously, supporting himself with a smile. "Then I'll gladly accept your offer. My brother and I thank you in advance."

"Hahaha, indeed a fine young man destined for great things! Excellent! Excellent!"

Master Hong, a man of strong emotions, immediately threw his head back and laughed heartily.

Master Hong immediately lowered his head, his smile fading, and called out towards the door, "Wei Zhong!"

"What are your orders, Master?"

Wei Zhongbo, who managed everything at the manor, hurriedly entered, like a lapdog. Outside, he was a snobbish, disdainful dog, but now, before his master, he appeared respectful and deferential. Truly, he was born to be a gatekeeper's dog.

Master Hong walked back to the dragon throne in the hall, and as he sat down, he leisurely commanded, "These two young masters will be staying at the manor for a day. Quickly take them to their respective rooms to rest. Remember, these two are guests of the Hong family. Provide them with everything they need in terms of clothing, food, lodging, and transportation. There must be no mistakes. Do you understand?"

Wei Zhongbo glanced at the passerby beside him. Although he was unwilling, he had to obey his master's orders, and finally bowed and nodded, saying, "This...this servant obeys."

"I thank Master Hong for his kindness in advance."

Feng Tingyu was flattered and stunned for a moment. Then she smiled and said, "Brother Liu, why don't you quickly thank Master Hong for his kindness to us two brothers?"

I suddenly heard this and could only lower my head tremblingly. Then I made a gesture like an ancient person expressing gratitude to a benefactor and said, "Thank you...thank you for your great kindness, Master Hong! I...I don't know what to say."

"Hahaha! Brother Liu, no need for such formalities."

Master Hong turned to look at the steward Wei Zhong, his eyes probing, and asked questioningly, "By the way, where did my unruly princess go?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhong thought for a long time, then hurriedly bowed and replied in a deep voice, "Just now, the servants saw Miss in the backyard. They heard her say that she couldn't find the Third Young Mistress, so she went to the West Wing to pay her respects to the Second Young Mistress."

Master Hong was shocked and jumped up from his chair, shouting, "What? This is absolutely unacceptable!"

Chapter 26: Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl, Part Two.

Wei Zhong was greatly surprised and immediately asked, "Why is it unacceptable? Does Master have some unspeakable difficulty?"

"N-nothing...it's nothing!"

Upon hearing his servant's question, Master Hong broke out in a cold sweat, his words trembling as he replied, "Oh, right, I just remembered I have something to attend to. Excuse me!"

Suddenly, Master Hong ignored the guests in the hall and dashed off like an arrow towards the west wing. At this moment, Miss Feng and I also sensed something amiss, but as guests, we dared not make any moves. We simply followed the steward, Wei Zhongbo, and turned to head towards the guest rooms.

"Master instructed that if the two young masters need anything, they can simply instruct the servants to do it all at once,"

Wei Zhongbo said, sounding somewhat reluctant.

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ From another angle, on the westernmost hilltop of Zizhu Manor, as the name suggests, lies the location of the west wing.

Back then, to prevent his two beloved concubines from fighting over him and causing endless turmoil in the household, Master Hong had ordered the construction workers to divide the manor into two parts. Apart from the main hall, guest rooms, servants' quarters, and kitchen, he would sleep in the second concubine's west wing on odd-numbered days and the third concubine's

east wing on even-numbered days, ensuring a peaceful and harmonious household. At this very moment, however, someone else was enjoying themselves in the west wing. In the west wing's bedroom, filled with the pervasive atmosphere of lust, came a series of moans and cries, loud enough to shake the earth.

"Mmm...ah...Brother Huang~~ harder~~" "Ah~~Second Mistress...your lower body is still so tight...you're still wet after all this time, I'm about to reach heaven!"

another man's voice panted.

"Oh! Brother Huang, you're so mean...you're so mean! Do you believe I'll tell Master you're deliberately bullying me? Then you'll be in for it! Hehehe! Move faster, don't stop...I want it deeper, yes, thrust into me as hard as you can...harder..."

"Second Young Mistress, have mercy...I'm just a substitute for my husband in bed, and besides, Master is worried I won't satisfy you enough, and he said he's not up to the task, so he repeatedly told me to make sure you're satisfied! Hahaha!"

"Hey~~Why does Brother Huang make it sound like my Master is a turtle? He's just busy with official duties, so he's physically exhausted and can't be with me in bed. Besides, I wouldn't be so easy to satisfy you!"

The woman lying on the bed lightly punched her back with her pink fist, then smiled.

Actually, the two couples busy in the bedroom were Ni Feng, the second young mistress of the Hong family, and her lover Huang Jun. They had been fooling around together for quite some time, and knew each other's sensitive areas intimately. They were already a deeply affectionate couple, and the stimulation of their intercourse made the time fly by.

During the alternating thrusts, the second young mistress, Ni Feng, was like a lamb, her face flushed, her naked body covered in sweat, lying horizontally on the bed with her legs spread wide. Meanwhile, Huang Jun, who was on top of her, was already knowing that even though the second young mistress of the Hong family held in his arms was of unapproachable status, her heart was completely captivated and subdued by his virility and sexual prowess.

Seeing this, he knew that when a woman is completely captivated by a man's genitals and sexual prowess, she often develops feelings of love for him as well. Without thinking, she'll experience intense pleasure, reaching a state of ecstasy where she might even forget her own husband, not wanting to utter his name.

At this moment, completely winning Ni Feng's heart would be a piece of cake for Huang Jun. He wanted her to feel intoxicated, then he would unleash a torrent of passionate thrusts upon her. He believed that even a fairy descended from heaven would be forced to arouse her desire.

"Brother Huang...faster...faster...I need it so much down there...it feels so good...my husband has never satisfied me like you do, he can't...not even a little bit...only you, Brother Huang...Brother Huang is the best..."

In her dazed and confused state, Ni Feng closed her almond-shaped eyes, her neck veins bulging, clinging to him tightly, her jade mouth releasing a series of blissful moans.

Upon hearing this, Huang Jun immediately unleashed his ultimate technique, his hips rotating faster and faster, thrusting in and out like a whirlwind, while his hands naturally grasped her breasts, his fingers gradually kneading her full breasts and sensitive areolas.

Ni Feng, in a state of ecstasy, remained focused on Huang Jun's thrusts. Having already experienced countless orgasms, her eyes were now hazy with desire, her breath soft and silky, her wanton moans filling the entire room.

As copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed forth, her body involuntarily intensified the pleasure. Her incredibly wet vaginal lips emitted a series of strange "plop, plop, plop" sounds. Judging from her flushed face, she showed no intention of stopping.

A moment later, Huang Jun, knowing the woman beneath him was already aroused, instantly tightened his grip, pulling her close to his chest. His penis and firm abdominal muscles pounded even harder into her lubricated vagina and against her mons pubis, seemingly leaving her no room for hesitation or coyness.

"Slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap..."

Driven by impulse, Huang Jun frantically twisted his hips, while Ni Feng also happily overflowed with wet, lustful fluid.

Ni Feng's eyes flashed, her voice soft and dreamy, her face flushed. Unconsciously, in a hazy state, she seemed to feel a surge of intense orgasm, the most intense kind of climax between a man and a woman, welling up inside her vagina! Bombarded relentlessly by her lover, she began to show signs of uncontrollable desire. In the instant she arched her back on the bed, her body went limp, and her breathing became rapid.

"Brother Huang! I...I think I'm about to...about to...I'm going to climax! So good...you're fucking me so good! Don't stop...I want you to keep fucking me...fuck me hard! Oh..."

At the height of her climax, Huang Jun stared at her already aroused, wet eyes, but remained smugly silent, his lower body still thrusting forward with a clanging sound.

Suddenly, Huang Jun deliberately teased her, his lower body gradually slowing down. He laughed and said, "How about I stop first to let you catch your breath, and then we'll continue our fun later, okay?"

Ni Feng immediately glanced at him, her face flushed red. Her moans clearly indicated her unwillingness for him to stop. Her body twisted and turned, her seductive pout making her look incredibly endearing.

Huang Jun couldn't bear to torment her any longer, and his lower body immediately began to move. He pulled her tightly to his chest and began another round of passionate thrusting on the bed!

She moaned softly, "Eee, oh oh," and Huang Jun immediately lowered his head. Their lips met, and as their tongues intertwined, they pushed their saliva into each other's throats.

This kiss was like a breathtakingly passionate one. In just a few dozen thrusts, their wet lips and tongues were already fiercely intertwined, swirling, and gently biting—truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring! As they both enjoyed the boundary of their obscene thrusting, besides Huang Jun wildly swinging his lower body, Ni Feng, in his arms, felt as if she were on fire. She felt the large penis inserted between her vaginal lips burning her, and her mind kept fantasizing about "cheating" on another man in her own territory, with her husband's permission. The extraordinary stimulation was truly extraordinary, and at that moment, she trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, she stretched out her slender hands, her palms tightly hugging the sweaty back of the man on her body, her legs spreading even wider, her ten slender toes twitching like an octopus, as if she were letting him thrust into her and release his pent-up desires.

"Second...Second Young Mistress...I can't hold back anymore...I can't...I'm going to climax...If I climax inside, I'll get pregnant...Are you sure you can handle it?"

Huang Jun thrust wildly into her convulsing, tightly contracting vagina, screaming wildly as his entire body burned with desire.

"Oh...I don't care about that anymore! Ugh...Ugh...Ah...Ah...Big Brother...I'm coming too! Let's climax together...Let's orgasm together...Let's go to paradise together...Oh..."

Ni Feng also cried out in surprise, then trembled all over, her hands holding him even tighter, her fists clenched, and she called out nervously from deep in her throat.

"Ah...Ah...Second Young Mistress...Have a baby for me, and let it have the same surname as mine, Huang, okay?"

Ni Feng closed her eyes and nodded without hesitation.

"Ah...So exciting...Brother, don't let me go! I...I'm cumming! I'm cumming all over you!"

At the last moment, in order to prove his true feelings for her and his true heart, Huang Jun disregarded everything, pressing his lips tightly between her breasts, screaming and thrusting wildly.

"Ah... Master... I'm so sorry to have let down the ancestors of the Hong family! Brother Huang... your spray is so hot down there... Oh..."

Ni Feng suddenly convulsed, her jade mouth opened, as if she had just tumbled down from a high peak, her excitement so intense that her soul seemed to leave her body.

In the midst of the climax, unexpectedly, someone had been standing outside the room for a long time, and this person was none other than the precious daughter of Master Hong!

Hong Yueyi listened to the moaning sounds coming from the room, but with the heart of a young girl, she still couldn't understand what was happening in the room. She thought that her stepmother was groaning because of illness, but why was Uncle Huang Jun alone with her stepmother in the room? The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this matter was not simple, and she actually reached out to push the door open and enter!

At the critical moment, Master Hong finally arrived at the west wing. He caught sight of his beloved daughter about to push open the door, and immediately shouted, "Yi'er! Don't go in!"

"Father?"

Hong Yueyi turned around and saw her father shouting behind her. In her haste, she anxiously replied, "You've come just in time! Second Mother is groaning in her room for some reason. I'm afraid she's seriously ill and bedridden. Father, you should go in and check on her quickly!"

Master Hong's heart sank. He didn't know how to explain, and stammered, "Yi...Yi'er, your second mother isn't seriously ill. She is sick, but it's a kind of heartache."

"Father means..."

Hong Yueyi was filled with doubt. After a long silence, she turned to look at the door again.

"Sigh...It's come to this point, I don't want to hide it from you anymore,"

Master Hong said, forced by circumstances, revealing a lie that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe: "Actually, Second Mother is possessed by an evil spirit, which is why she's talking nonsense during the day. The doctor said that a heart ailment requires a heart remedy, and even the doctor is helpless with her condition. It seems Second Mother

is destined for a miserable life." "Ah, so Second Mother has a heart ailment. Then...why is Uncle Huang Jun also in the room?"

"Uncle Huang Jun? He went out to run errands for Father this morning, I believe he's already outside of town."

Master Hong stroked his beard with one hand, laughing as he concealed the truth, saying, "Haha! Yi'er must have been traveling a long way, which caused her to be physically and mentally exhausted, so it's not surprising that she had a momentary illusion."

Hong Yueyi was stunned for a moment, thinking hard, but she couldn't figure out whether what she had just heard was true or an illusion.

"Alright, let's put this matter aside for now, Second Aunt. The weather is nice today, Yi'er, why don't you come for a walk in the backyard with your father? I really have a lot of things to ask you about."

"Okay, anyway, I haven't enjoyed the scenery of the pond in the backyard for a long time."

Hong Yueyi pouted, her voice as lively as a child's. She held her father's elbow with her slender hand and smiled slightly, "There are peaches in the backyard! I haven't tasted them in a long time either. Father, you must pick a few for me later. Otherwise, I won't talk to you!"

In that breathless moment, Mr. Hong, who was standing beside him, suddenly felt his heart start pounding as his own daughter held him so tightly. He was a lecherous old man, and for the first time in his life, he was aroused by his own daughter. He was flushed and was indeed a lustful old man who didn't even want to let go of his own daughter.

Hong Yueyi, who had wandered off on her own, immediately turned around and muttered, "Father! Aren't you coming? What are you daydreaming about? I want to eat the peach right now!"

"Hehe! Yi'er is still the same as before, still so willful and mischievous. Let's go then!"

Master Hong calmed himself down, then suppressed the lust burning within him, staring lustfully at the shapely buttocks swaying from side to side before him.

'My lady, our daughter has grown up, already a graceful young woman, and her appearance is exactly the same as yours when you were young, and her figure and movements are also somewhat similar. Forgive me for not being able to control my body and mind. I am truly worried that I will no longer be able to resist the allure emanating from her and do something to ruin my daughter's pure body. I beg you, my lady, if you have a spirit in heaven, forgive my infidelity.' Master Hong followed his daughter, secretly pondering to himself.

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