[Fantasy] Li Benfeng's Three Palaces and Six Courtyards (Complete) - 19-21

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Chapter 98 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [XIV]

Madam Feng's Next Move: Defeat.

And a flawless defeat.

Sometimes defeat is much harder than victory. When Ben Feng first heard Madam Feng's "complete defeat" plan, he really didn't know how to handle it. In the battle formation, nearly ten thousand people were already fighting. If he didn't handle it well, how many lives would be wasted? Ben Feng didn't want anyone in his own battle formation to die in vain.

Fortunately. In the bloody battle, the fresh troops of the God King Zanmozhi and God King Bamiluo were already struggling to hold on, and several elders of the Demon Palace retreated to the mountain pass. Three hundred of the most elite Salo were protecting ten flying eagle chariots loaded with gold and silver, and were struggling to gather at the mountain pass. The rest and more than four thousand people had been surrounded into three battle circles and were all struggling to hold on.

Looking at those flying eagle chariots flying in the air, Ben Feng had a plan. "People" can be defeated, but the gold and silver can't be taken away from them again.

Madam Feng smiled charmingly at Benfeng and said, "We must keep the gold and silver; we'll only give them to their most important prisoners."

Benfeng knew he was just a pawn in this grand game, so he readily nodded. His body instantly soared into the air, and his Dragon-Shaped Serpent Sword slashed out, cleaving the Flying Eagle Carriage of the Empress Dowager

in two. Gold and silver ingots rained down. On Mount Zimolu, Benfeng's territory, the two great god-kings' saros had no time to collect the scattered gold and silver.

Such exquisite items! Clearly, they were imperial possessions of the Southern Chen Dynasty. That old fox, King Menmolu, must be a master at robbing and protecting wealth; how did he manage to transport such a large pile of gold and silver from Jiankang?

The Venerable Mitian under King Bamilu roared, releasing a bewitching mist. Three tall pillars of mist appeared around him.

The nine Flying Eagle Carriages, laden with gold and silver, instantly vanished into the mist. "

I'd rather die than lose my treasure."

Benfeng desperately wanted to kill Venerable Mitian. From the moment he unleashed that sword

strike that nearly revealed his natal sword essence, Benfeng had been looking for a few equally matched demonic cultivators to duel. However, Venerable Mitian knew his place. Knowing his strength was superior to Benfeng's, he didn't fight him, but instead used his Wind Feather Demonic Art to propel his flying eagle chariot rapidly towards the mountain pass.

Lady Mingyue approached Benfeng and handed him the old vine that concealed the elder of the Demon Palace of the God King Bamiluo, indicating that Benfeng should wait. "

Wait—be patient."

Seeing worthy opponents right before him, his hands itched with desire.

Benfeng unleashed the old vine, entangling three elite Salo, and like whipping deer on Pure Land Mountain, he slammed the three Salo to the ground. Three bodies were torn and bleeding.

"A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated! Li Benfeng, you've gone too far!" The Demon Palace Elder, hidden within the old vine, roared in anger. A shadowy figure flew out, and the Demon Palace Elder recklessly rammed his natal demonic soul into Benfeng.

The aura of the demonic soul surged continuously. A vortex of devouring energy formed around the demonic soul. This was the Demon Palace Elder's peak demonic art. To cultivate it to the level of protecting the Demon Palace Elder, he must have undergone untold hardships.

However, his forbearance was insufficient. To sacrifice everything for an unintentional action by Benfeng was too much of a loss.

A thought suddenly occurred to Benfeng: Leave him alive, wait for the reinforcements of the two Divine Kings to arrive, and then fight him with all his might. Benfeng released his Vajra Seal Wheel, blocking the Demon Palace Elder's raging soul. He chuckled and grabbed at the ground with both hands, sending more than a dozen gold and silver ingots flying into the Demon Palace Elder's devouring vortex. The Demon Palace Elder cried out in alarm, his raging soul rising straight up. The Demon Palace Elder's Devouring Vortex could absorb and refine living souls, but it was most vulnerable to gold and silver. If a martial artist at the Innate Realm were to engage in close combat, any weapon could easily penetrate the Demon Palace Elder's Devouring Vortex and severely injure his demonic soul. The Demon Palace Elder's risky move in the midst of battle showed that he had forgotten the Demon Realm's principle of prioritizing survival. Benfeng's random attack awakened the Demon Palace Elder's consciousness, and he vanished without a trace. With the removal of the Water Ripple White Silk restriction from Lady Mingyue, he could now escape freely.

Lady Mingyue released two Shadow-Seeking Glass spells, shattering another Flying Eagle Carriage. Seeing that the gold and silver scattered on the ground were impossible to take away, Venerable Mitian angrily released three more Bewitching Mist Barriers.

"Moon Wheel Demon King, aren't you afraid of the God King himself coming?" Venerable Mitian was furious and couldn't help but invoke the divine might of King Bamiruo. Demon kings, capable of commanding their hordes of demons, naturally possess the power to command their worship. Even the Venerable Mitian, without the sincere veneration of his divine king, could not attain his high position.

The divine king is an invincible and powerful being.

The Moon Maiden smiled alluringly, "If your divine king were here, I would kneel at his feet, worshipping him day and night… The divine king is so powerful, invincible, the divine king is the God Emperor of the Thirty-Three Heavens."

Benfeng chimed in, "The divine king is a treasure trove of gold and silver, the divine king is wealth and glory."

Two more flying eagle chariots were shattered by Benfeng and the Moon Maiden.

"Moon Wheel Demon King, your death is near." Several muffled thunderous voices rang out as the four elders of the Demon Palace of the Zanmozhi Divine King, and the Wheel-Riding Venerable and Hundred-Body Venerable of the Barluo Divine King simultaneously appeared.

The key point of the chessboard on Mount Zimoro finally lit up.

Benfeng fixed his gaze on the Venerable Mitian. The Moon Maiden, however, fixed her gaze on the Divine Maiden Shenying. The Black Lotus Saintess had already been defeated, defeated beyond measure, even losing her original Black Lotus Throne.

How could the Divine Tassel Saintess not seize it?

Lady Mingyue chanted the Shadow-Searching Glazed Soul-Splitting Incantation, and three Shadow-Searching Glazed Beads pierced into the Divine Tassel Saintess's body. The Frost Pool Sword, formed from demonic essence, shot out, and the dozen or so Salo surrounding the Black Lotus Saintess fell to the ground, dead.

Benfeng was surrounded by Venerable Mitian, Venerable Luncheng, and Venerable Baishen. The strength of these three Venerables was all above Benfeng's; he had no chance of winning a one-on-one fight against any of them.

The three Venerables' aim was Benfeng's Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls.

Lady Mingyue shouted softly, "Who dares to bully my husband!"

The Black Lotus Saintess rose, retrieved the Black Lotus Throne from the ground, chanted the incantation, and the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls flew out, embedding themselves in the Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword. The three Venerables' eyes gleamed.

Benfeng's mind was clear; he ignored the illusory demonic bodies surrounding him. The Hundred-Body Venerable was the first to attack, sending over a dozen demonic bodies, each five zhang tall, pressing down on Ben Feng's sea of consciousness.

The energy channels in his sea of consciousness ceased to function, and even the surrounding shouts of battle became inaudible. The demonic bodies separated and merged, drawing ever closer. The Wheel-Riding Venerable then made his move, releasing a burst of demonic energy. Within a dazzling wheel of light, a jade maiden danced gracefully—the wheel spun slowly, the maiden's robes fluttering, her eyes coldly gazing down at Ben Feng.

She was not alluring.

The thought had barely left his mind when he looked again, and there stood the Moon Maiden within the wheel of light.

The Moon Maiden descended slowly, extending her jade hand.

Ben Feng saw a demonic hand reach for the Moon Maiden's arm.

"No… Husband…" The Moon Maiden trembled violently.

A demonic body lunged at the Moon Maiden, tearing off her modesty robe… A few bursts of wild laughter, and the Moon Maiden collapsed to the ground, her arms and legs bound.

"No, husband, save me!" Miss Mingyue pleaded tearfully.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Benfeng's suppressed emotions could no longer be contained, and he cried out three times. His heart temporarily cleared, and his consciousness temporarily returned. The two Venerables' combined efforts created an extremely oppressive demonic realm, waiting for Benfeng to make a move so that Venerable Mitian could easily take the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls. The

bloody battle in the formation continued. Of the four thousand elite Salo warriors, more than a thousand had been killed or wounded. Unaware of the situation, Queen Lezi and Miss Xueque, seeing Benfeng surrounded, frantically wielded their longswords, trying to fight their way out and rescue him.

But Benfeng had his own bitterness to bear.

Unable to break through the demonic realm, any attempt to intervene would only result in his soul being sealed, leaving him helpless as his natal lotus infant was refined. The demonic realms of the two great demon kings sealed Benfeng's sea of consciousness once more.

In the Starry Night Demonic Realm—a misty space—Benfeng stood alone, looking up at the sky… Snow, endless snow, extremely cold—Benfeng could almost hear his teeth chattering. The Bright Moon Maiden walked slowly, followed by the Black Lotus Lady crawling, her face covered in blood. After she crawled, the snow was stained crimson.

A flying sword pierced the Bright Moon Maiden's body, and she screamed as she collapsed into the snow…

He Zuyang of the Shangqing Sect stood behind the Bright Moon Maiden, laughing maniacally.

Die!

Benfeng could no longer restrain himself. His Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword flew up, slashing at He Zuyang. With a single strike, his heart felt as if it had struck a stone wall, and he crashed to the ground.

His entire body was enveloped in the mist barrier of the Heavenly Venerable.

He was left to be slaughtered... Damn it, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor by heaven. At worst, he'd just be reborn and become a Golden Immortal next time. He'd first smash the skulls of those despicable Taoist cultivators from the Shangqing Sect, making them into a perfectly nourishing tofu soup... Benfeng felt a sense of relief and grinned. He

thought without thinking.

His natal lotus infant emerged, its chubby little hand holding the black lotus male and female pearls. With a "Yes," he unleashed the second move of the second sword of the Heavenly Lotus Nine Swords, revealing in the void the diagram personally performed by his master—"The Vajra Formation, the Ten Directions Demon Seal."

Benfeng sprang up, a dragon-shaped snake shadow sword swirling above his head. His hands formed the Immovable Fundamental Seal, and he uttered two more "Yes," forming a Vajra Formation around him.

Six wrathful Vajras, each holding a golden wheel.

"Venerable Mitian!" Benfeng's pent-up inner energy suddenly surged forth, the Vajra Formation shrank abruptly, and six wrathful Vajras enveloped Venerable Mitian.

The Demon Seal was activated.

Four wrathful Vajras occupied four positions within Venerable Mitian's space, while the other two stood above and below.

Explosion!

Venerable Mitian collapsed in disbelief. How could an opponent at such a disadvantage possess such a powerful hidden force?

No! There must be a Golden Immortal secretly assisting! No! No!

No matter how wrong it seemed, Venerable Mitian's natal demonic soul had become a refinable living soul within the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls.

Two otherworldly figures watching the game of chess launched two pebbles.

The pebbles flew through the void.

When they landed on Benfeng, one landed on the Brahma Crown Star Wheel, and the other on the Sea Bottom Star Wheel. Benfeng immediately felt an unbearable itch on his head and the soles of his feet.

The two Demon Kings were unaware of the two reclusive individuals' "somewhat despicable" actions. Seeing the Heavenly Venerable suffer a fatal blow from Benfeng, which seemed to explode his soul, they were surprised but still managed to restrict Benfeng's physical body.

The Wheel-Riding Venerable stored Benfeng's body within the Divine Wood Wheel, and together with the Hundred-Body Venerable, they rose into the air, riding two flying eagle chariots, and retreated swiftly. They disregarded the thousands of Salo in the bloody battle. Having obtained Benfeng, this top-tier talent, the death of thousands more Salo was insignificant.

Hundreds of illusory demonic bodies suddenly appeared in the mountain pass.

Queen Lez and Miss Xueque cried out in alarm!

Chapter 99 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Fifteen]

Benfeng's legs stretched out, floating in the clouds of the Divine Wood Wheel. His physical body was under restriction, but his natal lotus infant was leisurely and content in a mysterious space—a state of selflessness and emptiness. This Divine Wood Wheel wasn't as domineering as I'd imagined; the physical pain was bearable—a pain tempered with composure. I didn't care where the Wheel-Riding Venerable would take me. Before King Bamiro obtained the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, he wouldn't commit any inhuman acts against me.

The magical treasures on Mount Moro were truly abundant. Ranked below the three great demon kings, barely qualifying as one of the ten great demon kings, the Wheel-Riding Venerable under King Bamiro wasn't exactly a top-tier demon cultivator, yet he possessed a superior magical treasure:

the Divine Wood Wheel. Only two inches in size, it could conjure a vast demonic realm of wind and snow. The Divine Wood Wheel was made from the divine wood of Mount Divine Wood. The group of gray-robed elders were the guardians of Mount Divine Wood. King Bamiro hadn't claimed Mount Divine Wood, a hundred miles away, as his territory. It wasn't that he lacked power, but rather that the seventeen divine trees on Mount Divine Wood simply couldn't survive without the gray-robed elders' care. That old turtle king, Jin Gui Wang, wasted precious resources, forcibly imprisoning the gray-robed elder guarding the sacred tree, forcing him to descend the mountain, striking his wooden fish, to steal the golden clam from Feiquan Cave—a divine object on Sacred Tree Mountain

. Less than six hours after the gray-robed elder left, two of the trees had already withered and died. This divine object was an indispensable base material for the Flying Eagle Chariot on Miluo Mountain. The Sacred Tree Wheel of the Wheel-Riding Venerable was forged from the trunks of one hundred sacred trees over three hundred years. The Sacred Tree Wheel was the Wheel-Riding Venerable's natal magic weapon.

The snow-covered marshland on Sacred Tree Mountain was the only place where the sacred tree could grow. Ben Feng was carried by the cloud energy of the Sacred Tree Wheel to the snow-covered marshland on Sacred Tree Mountain.

It was warm and moist. In the snow-covered marshland, there were several purple grasses with a dark green sheen, their flowers opening like bowls. Around each sacred tree, several purple bowl grasses grew at varying heights.

Purple bowl grass. Benfeng recognized the Purple Bowl Grass and suddenly thought of the water lily that Kunlun Golden Immortal Luo Mangli had transformed into with her natal spirit. The snow dew absorbed by the Purple Bowl Grass could nourish Luo Mangli's natal spirit water lily.

Ah! How careless—the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess was after Luo Mangli's natal water lily—the Buddhist guardian Hua Dao Master had chased after the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess for that water lily.

Upon thinking of this, the Brahma Crown Star Wheel and the Sea Bottom Star Wheel felt a surge of heat, and a very soft mass in his heart, like a lotus leaf, floated out of his body—floated out of his heart—leaving his body.

His natal spirit. Benfeng's natal spirit floated to the other shore of his heart in the void—while his natal lotus infant sat cross-legged, refining the Golden Turtle King's turtle egg in another illusory realm.

What a mysterious feeling—the trinity… the essence of the physical body resides in the heart position, the natal spirit resides in the other shore position, but where does the natal lotus infant reside…? With a thought that stirred within him, the Brahma Star Wheel lit up, and his natal lotus infant hopped and skipped about, several golden star lotuses shimmering in the light…

the Heavenly Lotus Star Palace, a star palace position

unique to him.

His natal spirit in the Other Shore position, his natal lotus infant in the Heavenly Lotus Star Palace, and the life force within his physical body—he felt their tangible existence. His natal spirit, freed from the constraints of his physical body, floated into the Heavenly Lotus Star Palace, where it felt itself merging with his natal lotus infant; when it floated into his physical body, it connected with his life force—mysterious… endlessly mysterious…

If the Wheel-Riding Venerable wielding the Divine Wood Wheel saw this wondrous trinity of his, he would likely be filled with murderous intent.

The two Venerables placed the Divine Wood Wheel, which had bound his physical body, in the Snow Marsh.

The Snow Marsh, the Divine Wood, the Purple Bowl Grass, the transparent and pure clouds—an excellent environment for enhancing the Divine Wood Wheel magic weapon.

Two flying eagle chariots arrived. Three captives drifted down from the swirling clouds: Feiqin, Feiqi, and the unconscious Divine Maiden.

The Divine Maiden wasn't exactly a captive, but rather an artifact used by the two Venerables to refine their magical treasures.

A snow curtain swept over, and Benfeng felt a penetrating chill. Benfeng could only communicate with Feiqin and Feiqi through their eyes. The two were completely unaware of Madam Feng's "complete defeat" plan, and thus unexpectedly found themselves in the same boat as Benfeng.

The two women showed no fear, but their eyes held a deep regret as they looked at Benfeng. Their eyes clearly conveyed, "Our deaths are insignificant, but if Young Master Benfeng dies, how can we bear it… how can we

bear it?" Just moments ago, he had been slaying the Golden Turtle King in Feiquan Cave, and now he was a captive at the mercy of others.

"Don't be afraid, there's nothing to fear. There's always a way out," Benfeng said, giving the two women a confident look. Benfeng

could transmit his voice, but he dared not act rashly in front of the two Venerables—with hidden forces, he could handle the situation with ease. For now, it's best to remain calm and refrain from taking any action.

The chill returned, and Benfeng's body was already frozen stiff. Feiqin and Feiqi leaned against Benfeng to ward off the cold. The two women's movements weren't restricted, but they couldn't control their flying swords. In fact, even if they could control flying swords, with their cultivation level, it would be tantamount to humiliation in front of the two Demon Palace Venerables.

The two Venerables still didn't make any move towards Benfeng or the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls beside him. Beside Benfeng was also the Dark Sanctuary of King Menmaluo.

I wonder if these two can recognize King Menmaluo's Dark Sanctuary. The Dark Sanctuary's devouring power is not the Devouring Vortex of the Demon Palace Elders, but Devouring the Starry Sky. Benfeng was happy to see the Demon Kings fight with high-grade magic weapons. What top-grade magic weapons does King Bamiruo have? Is this old bastard so eager to snatch the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls because he lacks a magic weapon worthy of arrogance?

Hehe... who will emerge victorious? Let's wait and see.

A deep snow cave appeared in the Demon Realm. Thick, long old vines entwined within the snow cave. A faint magic circle flickered, or perhaps it wasn't a magic circle at all, but rather some extremely faint, drifting clouds of mist.

Benfeng, Feiqin, and Feiqi leaned against each other silently. Slowly, Benfeng felt a warmth spreading through his body, and Feiqin and Feiqi sensed his presence, their pretty faces flushing red. The two women secretly glanced at Benfeng. Being in a demonic realm, the two women couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, relying only on their senses to communicate with Benfeng through eye contact. The two women secretly wondered: Is Benfeng a gentleman who can remain unmoved even with women in his arms? In this situation, facing imminent death, he can still remain calm and composed; truly remarkable.

Benfeng looked outside the cave. Snow and mist drifted outside the cave. Fire—when Benfeng turned around, he saw fire. With fire, they could keep warm. He heard the crackling of burning firewood, followed by soft snoring… Benfeng walked further into the cave and saw the Purple Mist Saintess, covered with a piece of blue brocade, fast asleep beside the fire.

The Purple Mist Saintess had also become a prisoner; the two demon kings had really gone all out. If King Menmolu still had the power to retaliate, or if they possessed a sufficiently powerful hidden force, the two demon kings would have been annihilated, body and soul.

Feiqin and Feiqi also walked to the fire. In the extreme cold, the two women's faces were as cold as ice. Reaching the fire, they leaned against Benfeng, their hearts surging again.

Feiqin, head bowed, fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, her face flushed. She remained motionless for a long while, then stealthily glanced at Benfeng, who sat cross-legged, staring blankly at the campfire. She couldn't help but shake her head inwardly: "Feiqin, Feiqin, you're utterly foolish! You actually hope your husband can get closer. If he has such feelings and can't control himself, none of the three of us will leave here alive." Feiqin sighed softly, slightly shifting her body, her rosy cheeks close to Benfeng's eyes: "Hey, are we just going to sit here and wait to die?"

Benfeng paused, smelling Feiqin's warm, fragrant breath, and shifted slightly.

In this situation, he shouldn't have any improper thoughts. Feiqin's clothing was extremely limited; a closer look revealed the girl's exquisite beauty, which stirred Benfeng's heart.

From a distance, the view became clearer: between Feiqin's slender arms, a pair of jade rabbits, like peaches, were nestled. The rounded rabbits were heavy, their outlines extending beyond the elbows. They were incredibly supple and smooth; with her arms tucked between them, the weight of the flesh pressed down on the lower edges of the snow-white rabbits, revealing two small, round mounds beneath her damp clothes, each topped with a tiny, cherry-like nipple—utterly alluring. Benfeng, trapped

in this magical realm, felt an inexplicable dependence on Feiqin, a dependence that bordered on the bizarre. Blushing,

he swallowed hard. Just as he was wondering what to do, a sudden tingling sensation washed over him, so beautiful that he tilted his head back slightly, involuntarily closing his eyes and exhaling. Feiqin, through her soaked trousers, had touched his groin with her leg.

"Did it hurt?" Feiqin blurted out unconsciously, her beautiful eyes fixed on the swollen member between Benfeng's legs.

Seemingly forgetting the allure of the Demon Realm, Feiqin curiously reached out and touched Benfeng's manhood, whispering, "Why is it so big! So big...so big!" Startled, she pulled her hand back, seeing a bulge in Benfeng's crotch, as if a long, hard object was stuffed inside his pants, throbbing and pulsating. Intrigued, she grabbed it, stroking it up and down, biting her lip and letting out a soft hum through her upturned nose, unable to suppress a giggle.

Feiqin and Feiqi had never been alone with a man before. The Golden Palace Saintess, focused solely on training her troops atop the Golden Palace, knew nothing of matters between men and women. Fortunately, they were quick to grasp the pleasures of intimacy, and neither of them expected that being confined by the Demon Realm would inadvertently arouse their curiosity about such matters.

Feiqi also blushed as she looked at Benfeng's manhood. Feiqin's small hand tentatively touched that frightening thing again. The two women, seasoned veterans, were inexplicably afraid of men's strange things.

Benfeng felt that Feiqin's palm was incredibly soft and smooth, as if a layer of soft, fine powder was covering silk. When that hand scraped across the dragon's head crown, he couldn't help but tremble, squinting his eyes and slightly arching his back.

Feiqin found Benfeng's expression very interesting, moved a few times, and then played around with it again. Feiqi shyly lay down next to the Purple Mist Saintess, wanting to look but not daring to, and said, "Are you crazy? We're here, about to die, and you want to play this... I'm afraid I can't take it."

"How could you not take it? He's enjoying it." Feiqin's courage grew. It was inconvenient to grasp through the pants, and she suddenly remembered something: "Hey, will this... make a woman give birth? Should I... should I take off my pants?" She also thought to herself: A man's body is so strange, maybe there's some kind of mechanism that will make a woman fall for it in no time.

It was only then that Feiqin realized she was a woman… Was she to become Benfeng's woman? How could she become Benfeng's woman? The thought of becoming a woman sent a surge of heat through Feiqin's lower body.

Benfeng's entire body was burning hot, though a sliver of clarity remained in his mind. He and the two women were prisoners of the Demon King, and he couldn't let them take advantage of him.

Perhaps… this was exactly what they wanted to achieve.

Feiqin reached out and untied Benfeng's belt. Men's clothing was far less complicated than women's, and Feiqin moved nimbly, untying his outer trousers and quickly loosening the knot of his underpants. Finding it inconvenient to lie face down, she had Benfeng bend over.

With the underpants undone, the firelight illuminated Benfeng's manhood.

"Such a big bell!" Feiqin looked down at it.

It was fortunate that Feiqin could make such an association, mistaking a man's manhood for a bell. Curiosity killed the cat. Feiqin took a piece of firewood and moved it to the hanging bell, asking Benfeng, "Want to roast it? Is this thing uncomfortable?"

"It is uncomfortable, but I don't need to roast it. This hanging bell needs something to support it," Benfeng said. The two Venerables actually allowed Benfeng to speak.

This is bittersweet...bliss...

Chapter 100 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [Sixteen]

Benfeng's buttocks were sticking up, and he was still holding his belt in one hand. Tianqin was not used to serving men, so her pants were only pulled down to her knees, and her underpants were just pulled down to her buttocks. It was very awkward to move. Benfeng did not expect that Feiqin, who had never seen a man's thing before, would be so curious. Her face was almost pressed against that thing, and a strand of long hair fell on it, making Benfeng itchy.

Hesitantly stood up, clutching his waistband. Feiqin straightened her upper body, knelt in front of him, and pushed him against the rock wall, hurriedly slapping his hand away: "Take your hand away! Don't make things worse." Benfeng hastily let go, but his waistband remained, his erect penis hooked high on his trousers, like an angry dragon soaring from the eaves.

Feiqin thought, "Such an ugly bell... how can it be such a color... how can a man have such an ugly thing on him?" She couldn't help but feel a wave of shame, but... her curiosity was too great... she had never seen anything like it before.

Tianqin was, after all, a virgin, but a few days ago, after killing a few Yin cultivators, she and Feiqi had read a book called "The Book of Love and Lust." It mostly depicted women in alluring poses, their breasts exposed and legs spread wide. The artist didn't bother to depict the men's genitals. The men in "The Book of Love and Lust" were either on top of women or lewdly pressing against their buttocks, even with names like "Old Man Pushing a Cart." The women in the paintings were quite pleasing, their bright eyes slightly closed, their lips parted, their appearance depicted so vividly, it was incredibly alluring. Feiqin was very curious about what the men behind them used to make the women look that way.

She brought her face very close, as if afraid of missing something, her warm, moist breath spraying all over Benfeng's large member… his breath was fragrant, and Benfeng squinted slightly in pleasure, his back pressed against the cave's rock wall, making his imposing member appear even more prominent.

Feiqin pulled down Benfeng's underpants, tilted her head to examine them closely, and then, without hesitation, reached down and pulled them off... Oh dear! Suddenly, a hard, hot, and thick object, as thick as the rim of a cup, sprang out. "Smack!" It hit her face, stinging with pain, and Feiqin hurriedly closed her eyes in fright.

"What's going on? You're scaring me to death!"

Feiqin didn't scream like most women. Slowly, when she opened her eyes again, she saw that the object was dark, with a color like slightly burnt sticky candy, which complemented Benfeng's muscular belly. It was shiny all over, without any bulging veins, and very smooth. It bounced when touched, but the heat was incredibly intense. As soon as she held it, her palms felt like they were being scorched by a hot stove.

Feiqin gently grasped it with both hands, only to find that its size was even more shockingly thick and hard than when it was through the underpants. It seemed that in an instant, the object had swelled up even more, and it was difficult to hold it with one hand.

"Feiqin, you're going to die! We're stuck in this cave, who knows when we'll escape? And you...you're messing with...you're going to ruin him..." Feiqi couldn't help but steal a few more glances. Her heart, once as resolute as when she killed with her sword outside Feiquan Cave, now felt a surge of heat in her lower body, just like Feiqin's. She desperately wanted to touch her husband's manhood, just like Feiqin had. He was

quite happy to passively endure Feiqin's random, erratic harassment. Feiqin had just asked if they should just sit in this cave, where reality was hard to discern, and wait for the Demon King to humiliate them—to sit and wait for death.

Of course, he couldn't just sit and wait for death; he needed some intimate pleasure... He hadn't expected Feiqin to have the same idea. Feiqin wondered what kind of humiliating ordeal awaited her capture by the Demon King Bamiruo... Perhaps it was fate that had brought them together. Fate was hard to defy, so why not become a woman right here in this cave?

Feiqin, though she had thoughts, was completely clueless about the details of male-female intercourse. Her mind was filled with curiosity and anticipation, all fantastical and unrealistic ideas. Lacking any skill in the art of lovemaking, she had initially stumbled upon Benfeng's intimidating member by chance. Her attempts to manipulate it were clumsy and ineffective, but the soft touch of her palms, damp with a touch of slippery, fragrant sweat, was enough to make Benfeng feel incredibly aroused. This stimulation and excitement surpassed even the days when she and Feiqi secretly peeked at those erotic manuals behind the back of the Golden Palace Saintess. "What is learned

from books is ultimately superficial."

Feiqin gently stroked it, finding it increasingly smooth and lovely, hot and hard, almost irresistible. After a while, she suddenly saw a drop of clear liquid seep out. Overjoyed, she thought, "It's out!" This was a precious thing; she couldn't let it go to waste. Feiqin even opened her small mouth and licked the drop of liquid into her mouth. On Mount Zimolu, several holy maidens preyed on naive men, setting up their positions on the mountain to arouse them, causing them to swallow their hot objects to aid in their demonic cultivation. This time, Feiqin saw the jade-like fluid protruding from Benfeng's member and, without hesitation, opened her mouth, took it in, and sucked.

Benfeng felt a cool, soft, wet substance slide across his sensitive tip, like a docile cat, incredibly smooth, soft, and elastic. He couldn't help but tilt his head back in pleasure, his buttocks swaying. The blunt end of the member thrust forward, a small portion exquisitely inserted into Feiqin's round little mouth.

Feiqin let out a soft "Mmm," as if her entire mouth was stuffed full. Her lips and the inside were extremely uncomfortable; she wanted to bite but had nowhere to grip, and she protested with more "Mmm" sounds. Benfeng's tip touched her pearly teeth, the sharp scraping pain mixed with a vague pleasure. He was extremely fond of the clumsy, playful licking of her delicate tongue, unwilling to withdraw, and instead pushed in slightly more.

Feiqin pushed Benfeng away, opening her mouth wider, and licked his hot body with both hands for a while. She tasted a slightly sour and salty flavor, but it was bland and tasteless. Knowing something was wrong, she looked up at him with her watery almond eyes, her appearance of tasting forbidden fruit for the first time was extremely charming.

Upon seeing this, Benfeng's member swelled slightly, and in an instant, he understood her heart, reciting a few elegant lines: "It's not a pear blossom, it's not an apricot blossom. Red and black, a clever display of spring's beauty, I remember, I remember, being intoxicated by its taste..." Watching Feiqin struggle to turn to the side, Benfeng lifted one leg and hung it on the black vine, the other leg supporting him, trembling slightly in a daze as Feiqin manipulated him, his arched back thrusting vigorously.

Feiqin wanted to scold him, but seeing Benfeng's blissfully intoxicated expression, and feeling a connection to the sheep or dogs they had raised as children, she thought, "So this is what he likes." With a flick of her jade hand, she released the round tip of his member, extending her delicate hand to lick it from the base upwards, as if stroking a sheep's wool. Her movements became increasingly light and agile; practice makes perfect, and matters of the boudoir are most natural. After a few moments of manipulation, she had already mastered the art.

She would occasionally glance up at the entranced young master Benfeng, her small mouth opening and closing as she delicately licked the edge of his member. Benfeng was a physician, and he had carefully maintained his member; it was spotless, free of any dirt or grime. Feiqin licked with passion, her heart filled with shy delight: "His... this thing tastes like a sweet and sour candied hawthorn, it seems... it doesn't seem unpleasant at all... I really like it." Suddenly, she felt something sticky between her legs and couldn't help but squeeze her knees together, but the more she rubbed, the more unbearable it became.

She opened her mouth again and began to play with Benfeng's member. Benfeng felt waves of intense pleasure and tingling sensations, and he involuntarily bent his legs. Afraid of knocking Feiqin over, his hand, which had been pressed against the rock wall, instinctively reached for her shoulder. In a moment of error, his hand accidentally touched two plump, soft, and creamy mounds.

As soon as her sensitive jade rabbits were grasped by young master Benfeng, Feiqin let out a soft "Mmm," her heart pounding wildly. She forgot to dodge and couldn't help but lean closer, as if this was more comfortable.

Feiqi covered her eyes, muttering softly as if to herself, "You two, are you really courting death? You're going to die... I don't want to look... I don't want to look."

Though she said she didn't want to look, she couldn't resist.

Benfeng's hand touched Feiqin's full, firm breasts, kneading them vigorously. Her breasts were round and full, a soft, delicate flesh never before touched by a man. A virgin in her prime, they were exceptionally elastic, soft yet supple, both tender and bouncy, like two bulging water bags filled with milk, the moisture within almost solidified. The contrast between softness and firmness was intoxicating. Having cultivated martial arts and Taoism for years, she possessed a unique charm. On her graceful body, her breasts reflected two extremely alluring curves.

By sheer chance, Benfeng couldn't let go. Through her damp brocade bodice, he grasped her smooth, delicate flesh, pulling Feiqin's graceful body closer to him. Feiqin held Benfeng's member in one hand and wrapped the other around his firm waist and hips, swallowing the increasingly aroused member even further.

The two held each other in a seemingly clumsy yet strangely pleasurable position. Benfeng kneaded Feiqin's proud breasts, rocking them back and forth. Feiqin felt a slight pain from the kneading, but the feeling of being tightly entwined by a man for the first time in her life was even more intense. In a daze, she felt a sense of pleasure, fine beads of sweat appearing on her nose and forehead, even her breasts were damp… She couldn't help but sigh inwardly: All these years, I haven't known what pleasure is…

"Want to change positions?" Benfeng released his grip, looking down at Feiqin's face, which was covered in fragrant sweat. Feiqin felt a pang of disappointment, scratching Benfeng's buttocks a few times.

At such a tense moment, to say something like that was such a spoilsport; why didn't he hurry up and get to work? Annoyed, a jade-like hand reached out, grabbed Benfeng's hand, and guided it to her breasts.

Benfeng, obeying the command, kneaded and rubbed her breasts with abandon. Her pair of jade rabbits were pushed and rubbed, the faint sound of water gurgling between her cleavage arousing her heart.

Feiqin simply released Benfeng's large member, holding his thighs with both hands, her small mouth smacking and sucking incessantly, making cute "mmm-mmm-oh-oh" sounds, gradually sinking into ecstasy.

Benfeng vaguely felt the urge to ejaculate, moving one hand to her shoulder, whispering, "I...I'm coming. When a man...comes, his strength is very strong, you...you shouldn't take it too deep..."

Feiqin was dizzy, only making two soft "mmm-mmm" sounds, her rosy cheeks slightly damp with sweat, like a ripe peach. Feiqin's intoxicated appearance even captivated Feiqi, who wanted to take Feiqin's place and give Benfeng that ugly thing a taste.

Ugly, yet so lovable.

Chapter 101 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Seventeen]

Fei Qi suddenly felt a burning heat in her lower body, and involuntarily twisted her legs. Deep between her legs, something hot and slightly sticky flowed out like a fountain. She almost fainted, her body convulsed a few times, and she softly collapsed onto the Purple Mist Saintess... The Purple Mist Saintess, who was fast asleep, did not react at all. This girl must have been restricted by an even more insidious evil magic. However, her complexion was as usual, her breathing was steady, and her chest rose and fell, and her proud jade rabbits hidden under her brocade clothes swayed slightly.

Fei Qin looked at Fei Qi's intoxicated and clueless appearance, opened her mouth wide, and spat out Ben Feng's thing. A trace of residual fluid mixed with fragrant saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth and down her neck.

Ben Feng was afraid that it would be left unfinished, so he hurriedly stuffed the thing into Fei Qin's mouth.

Provoked by Feiqi, Feiqin reached a crucial moment. She embraced Benfeng's waist and hips, breathing heavily, her adorable breasts squeezing and pressing against his legs. She wrapped her legs around his, pressing her dripping mounds tightly against his thighs, rubbing back and forth until his trousers were soaked. After a while

, they regained their senses and separated slightly. Feiqin, savoring her earlier impetuousness, blushed, secretly pleased with herself for already being Benfeng's woman. Her eyes lingered on him, yearning for another, even more unrestrained, encounter.

With a gentle smile, Feiqin suddenly felt shy. She initially tried to avoid Benfeng's gaze, but after glancing at him sideways, she inwardly cried out, "Oh no! Am I...am I like those women of King Menmo, always hanging out with men?" She quickly raised her arm, pretending to wipe sweat, to cover her face, and secretly glanced at Feiqi, who was hiding beside the Purple Mist Saintess. Feiqi disgustingly spat several times, muttering, "How filthy! Such an ugly thing." Then she spat several more times, looking quite wanton.

Benfeng looked at the slightly aroused Feiqi and chuckled inwardly: This girl is even more engrossed than Feiqi; she was just watching, and she's already...you know...

Feiqin blushed, feeling annoyed: "Oh no, Feiqi saw everything just now...what if the sect leader finds out?" Feiqin and Feiqi always treated the Golden Palace Saintess as their sect leader and never hid anything from her. This was definitely out of the question.

Then she thought again, she and Benfeng might not even make it out of this cave alive. Why not go all the way and go even further, even more wildly? The girl gritted her teeth, hugged Benfeng again, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything even wilder?"

Benfeng scratched his head, feigning ignorance like a novice: "This... well, I don't know if there's anything wilder... How about we continue?"

Feiqin shyly slapped Benfeng's butt, as if she had just forced herself on him, shrinking back with a strange expression. After looking at Benfeng for a while, she suddenly burst out laughing.

Benfeng laughed too, taking the opportunity to cup Feiqin's face and kiss her. Feiqin thrust her firm breasts forward, put her mouth to his, and made soft moans, grabbing Benfeng's manhood with one hand.

"I still want to eat your stuff, it's so weird, sticky..." Tianqin abandoned her shame and whispered in Benfeng's ear, "Feiqi and I share happiness... I'll let her have it first, you have to treat Feiqi the same way you treat me."

"Yes, yes, definitely the same." Benfeng hurriedly agreed.

Feiqin turned to Feiqi, who hesitated and refused. This girl was so conflicted, but the barrier between men and women hadn't been broken yet.

"We'll share the hardships and the joys. If the sect leader blames us, we'll just face the wall together... Young Master Feng saved our lives." Feiqin, seeing Feiqi's awkwardness, grew slightly impatient. She pulled Feiqi away from Benfeng and dragged her in front of him, frowning as she said, "It's so troublesome to ask you to come! Here's what I'll do: open your mouth wide, really wide."

Feiqin truly considered herself a woman who had already completed her celibacy, cleverly pressing Feiqi's head close to Benfeng's manhood.

"No, that's scary!" Feiqi quickly turned her head away.

"You clearly like Young Master Feng, yet you pretend. It's not like I expect you to be like the sect leader, averse to men." Feiqin really wanted to see if Feiqi's mouth, with Benfeng's manhood in it, would be completely stuffed, making it hard to breathe, just like her own.

Feiqin used her hand to turn Feiqi's face towards Benfeng's manhood. Feiqi frowned fearfully, "I'm going to throw up, please don't... If the sect leader finds out we're like this, he'll expel us from the sect."

Despite her words, Feiqi obeyed Feiqin, tilting her head back and resting it on Feiqin's shoulder. Her delicate, pretty face, pointed chin, and slender, jade-like neck, combined with her bashful posture, revealed a curve different from Feiqin's.

Feiqi's figure was slender as a willow, though not as voluptuous as Feiqin's, her shape was exquisite, her silhouette resembling a proud, erect bell—Feiqi's untouched breasts were the epitome of a bell. Feiqi wore a lake-blue embroidered brocade bodice, and her thin, damp silk undergarment further accentuated her two pointed, erect breasts. Benfeng gazed at them with great affection; those breasts, large enough to be grasped in one hand, were as delicate and alluring as cherry blossom buds.

A woman's beauty is subjective, and men's tastes naturally differ as well. However, Feiqi's charming appearance would be considered a natural beauty by any man.

Seeing her beautiful face, Benfeng hesitated, thinking of having to shamelessly force himself on Feiqi's mouth as he had done with Feiqin earlier. Taking

the virginity of two women like this seemed too unruly…

But his erection was eager and ready, still glistening with Feiqin's saliva in the firelight.

Feiqin, with a touch of womanly jealousy, patted Feiqi's cheek and said, "Feiqi, you'll miss this opportunity... After tonight, we don't even know if we'll survive!"

Feiqin then hugged Feiqi from behind, pushed her forward, pinched Feiqi's lips, and said mischievously, "Open up." Then she beckoned to Benfeng, "Quickly, get in!" Benfeng was

very embarrassed, but he forced himself to put his thing into Feiqi's small mouth, and his thing slowly entered between the two tender lips. His thing became even more swollen, and after only a little bit, it was difficult to go any further.

Feiqi's dizziness had just subsided when Feiqin suddenly forced her to swallow this ugly monster. She was a little dazed, her pearly teeth trembling as she bit around, not even trying to avoid the hideous creature. Her movements scraped against Benfeng, making him grit his teeth and frown, utterly speechless. Finally, her teeth bumped against that third of the way in, her little mouth tightening and biting slightly. Benfeng, with his flesh against her teeth, no matter how thick and hard they were, was no match for her flat, pearly teeth. He frowned and said, "Miss Feiqi! It really... really hurts."

Feiqin glared at Benfeng playfully, then said to Feiqi, "You're usually more patient than me when you meditate and practice, so why are you like this now? You're so clumsy! Come on, let me help you, so you can learn properly!" Feiqin held Feiqi's chin, gently opening her mouth a little, and with her other hand, she grasped Benfeng's exposed member, slowly guiding it forward.

The tip of Benfeng penetrated Feiqi's warm, moist mouth, the touch incredibly smooth and tender. Although it still stung a little from the teeth, seeing Feiqin's earnest instruction as she touched it, and recalling her incredibly soft and proud breasts, and the intensely intimate moments just now, with the beautiful Feiqi on one side and the clever and quick-witted Feizhen on the other, suddenly he became very aroused, bracing himself against the rock wall with both hands, becoming even more ferocious.

Feiqin, surprised and jealous, thought bitterly, "Hmph, you weren't this enthusiastic towards me... back then. Hmph, it's all because I gave you the chance!" Feeling frustrated, she unconsciously loosened her grip, and Feiqi bit Benfeng again.

"Ouch, it's all my fault." Feiqi blushed and spat out the swollen thing.

"It's alright, it's alright." Benfeng quickly stuffed it back in.

It was a crucial moment. Benfeng's strong shoulder and back muscles were covered in sweat. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain at the end of the thing, as if it was being dug into his flesh by two rows of pearly teeth. He dared not pull it back. To avoid the bitten spot, he could only hold onto the rock wall and push it forward.

Feiqi made muffled noises. Her consciousness cleared up a lot. She suddenly felt her mouth was full, almost reaching her throat. The gaps between her tongue and teeth were completely filled. Saliva flowed out of her mouth, and she struggled helplessly.

The teeth bit again.

Fearing she would bite him in half, Benfeng endured the pain and dared not move. He hurriedly cried out, "Feiqin, Feiqi, don't move! Don't move! I... I'll just do it one more time." He wasn't sure if he had been bitten badly enough and wanted to see if he was bleeding. If his manhood was injured, it would be terrible.

He wanted to get out but couldn't. Feiqi, for some reason, pushed forward again.

Feiqi felt like she was about to faint again. Her hands clung limply to Feiqin's body. Feiqin said nervously, "No, stop it!"

Benfeng dared not move and was immediately caught in a dilemma. He couldn't help but cry out, "Don't rush, don't rush, bear it, it'll be over soon!"

Feiqi was having trouble breathing and was about to faint. Before letting go, her mind cleared, her mouth opened wide, and she shouted, "Quick, save me, save Young Master Benfeng!" As soon as she finished speaking, her neck tilted and she collapsed to the ground.

"Is Feiqi dead...? It's all my fault... I shouldn't have forced her." Feiqin was truly anxious and quickly pulled Feiqi into her arms.

Feiqi, no longer gripped by the bloating object, let out a slow breath, but she lacked the strength to even kick her legs. She closed her eyes and sobbed a few times, saliva dribbling from her open mouth. Although her face was somewhat pale, it was exceptionally beautiful.

Benfeng stared in disbelief, then suddenly heard Feiqin say in a deep voice, "What are you standing there for? Quickly, save her!"

Saving her was Benfeng's duty as a physician. Benfeng grasped Feiqi's wrist and slowly channeled his inner essence into her body.

After a while, Feiqi's complexion returned to normal. Only then did Benfeng have time to examine the object Feiqi had bitten. Fortunately, it was just a small scratch, with a few tiny drops of blood seeping out. Hearing Feiqi's breathing return to normal, he felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

Feiqin quietly pressed closer to Benfeng and whispered, "Should we continue?"

Chapter 102 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [18]

"Husband, your servant, Sister Lezi, and Sister Xueque have come to find you. You can rest assured and do your thing. As for those scoundrels outside, your servant will deal with them."

Madam Mingyue's voice echoed leisurely through the peaks and valleys of Shenmu Mountain.

"Husband, Heilian and Yunye will always be your women, inseparable and devoted. Even if mountains crumble and heaven and earth unite, I will never part from you." The declarations of love from Saintess Heilian and Princess Yunye also reached Benfeng's ears, sometimes near and sometimes far.

Among the peaks of Shenmu Mountain, Benfeng's wives split into three groups and searched for people in a very unreserved manner.

Venerable Luncheng and Venerable Baishen set up a triple invisible array. The two God Kings who wanted to obtain the Heilian Male and Female Pearls were leisurely looking down on Kunlun from the summit of Miluo Peak.

King Bamiluo's consciousness lingered, gazing at Kunlun, which stood opposite Mount Moro in the distance. He arrogantly lamented for the Kunlun leader's downfall: "Kunlun has fallen. Of the ten Golden Immortals, six were trapped and four remained after the battle at Tianlai Mountain. Now, the primordial spirits of the three Demon Kings have been annihilated. If the Kunlun leader remains indifferent to Mount Moro, then we should go to the Kunlun Sacred Realm to refine elixirs... A divine mountain ten thousand feet high, a blue phoenix soaring, immortals are but a foot tall, demons ride the desolate ruins..."

King Bamiluo's long hand suddenly grasped at the air, revealing a wooden cage with only three pillars. As if chanting a spell, he uttered wild words: "Leader Zong, after some time, how about we play a few games of chess in Kunlun... If Leader Zong doesn't find my wooden cage too simple, he might as well condescend to come."

Hahaha!

King Bamiluo's arrogance caused King Zanmozhi, who had remained silent, to reveal a ferocious smile. Two god-kings, one dashing and arrogantly disdainful of all, the other so ferocious that one could only marvel at the Creator's artistry.

...These two were utterly indifferent to the lives of Venerable Wheel-Riding and Venerable Hundred-Body on Divine Tree Mountain.

The two could no longer endure it.

Facing these two otherworldly figures, they lacked any semblance of composure. The difference in strength was too great; escaping would be a miracle. Escape was impossible; the god-kings had issued a death order: having obtained the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, no mishaps were to be tolerated.

A delicate laugh rang out, and the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess gracefully emerged from beneath a divine tree. Her beauty was like a flower reflected in water, incomparably captivating.

"You people, really! You fight to the death the moment you meet, and now you've all run away. King Bamiluo has released his God-Binding Cage; he's going to Kunlun to set up his alchemy cauldron. All the cultivation grounds in the world will become our God-King's! Go, to Kunlun! Their Purple Heaven Furnace holds what you all desire most."

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's words were not empty rhetoric. With a flick of her jade hand, she released a magical artifact:

the Kunlun Mirror. The mirror reflected the arrogant and domineering demeanor of the two God-Kings atop Mount Miluo, overlooking everyone in Kunlun. The feeling of being in the mirror firsthand, and the ethereal flames surrounding King Bamiluo, left Venerable Wheel-Riding and Venerable Hundred-Body with no doubt whatsoever.

They

retreated without a fight. The incredibly realistic Kunlun Mirror released by the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess was comparable to King Bamiluo's Demonic Decree. The two Venerables secretly knew the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's origins—a powerful force secretly allied with King Bamiluo. The Luo Fu Demon King, one of the Seven Great Demon Kings, was truly a level above the two God Kings. This was

an unspoken understanding.

The two reclusive figures remained silent until now. Yu Jing and Cheng Ruo, oblivious to the long days and nights in the mountains, resembled woodcutters casually going down to buy wine. Their faces were weathered, their eyes dim, and their backs slightly hunched.

If they carried two bundles of firewood and an axe, they would be unmistakably woodcutters.

"Hmph, you two old hags, all you know is hypocrisy. Three hundred years ago, you at least carried a broken axe. This time, you don't even bother with pretense. We're not fighting you anymore; we'll just surrender."

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess playfully placed her hands on her plain white dress embroidered with phoenixes, her eyes fixed on the entrance to a cave formed by the intertwined roots of three divine trees.

Ben Feng, Fei Qin, Fei Qi, and the Purple Mist Saintess were inside this deep cave.

Yu Jing spoke, his voice like an old tree resonating in water, "If you can't bear to part with it, then you must have it. We won't stop you, as long as you're alive."

"I don't want your favors. What I want and what I don't want is entirely up to my own heart, and I don't need you two old fogies to remind me."

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess used the Kunlun Mirror to reveal the universe within the cave.

Benfeng was no longer in the cave.

...

How could Feng Xiaolian, determined to seize the treasure, watch the Golden Lotus Male and Female Pearls fall into someone else's hands? After much pleading and cajoling, Feng Xiaolian finally made her first deal with King Menmaluo. King Menmaluo used the Dark Sanctuary to conceal Benfeng and the three girls in the cave.

The Dark Sanctuary passed through three cloud formations, and King Menmaluo let out a strange cry, placing Benfeng and the three girls in a valley. After this ordeal, King Menmaluo, too preoccupied to speak, hid a wisp of his primordial spirit within the Dark Sanctuary, focusing intently on refining his primordial spirit.

Benfeng emerged from the cave and exclaimed joyfully, "I see the sun rising again! That's wonderful!"

He not only saw the rising sun but also flowers, grass, birds, and beasts.

The sun shone on the valley, creating purple smoke, and in the distance... the Demon King gracefully approached. The alluring Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, whose charm rivaled even that of Lady Mingyue, clad in white robes and skirts, with two old vines shimmering with blue light wrapped around her arms, floated gracefully before Benfeng. Her sweet voice gently reached his ears: "I can't sleep without you. Have you missed me?"

"Yes, I have. Just seeing you gives me a headache… Demon King Luofu, stop haunting me like a ghost." Benfeng didn't mince words with the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, speaking his mind directly.

"You complain about me? I'm truly devoted to you… I'm so heartbroken, so heartbroken." The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess was on the verge of tears.

…

"Demoness, where can you escape to this time?"

A group of people gathered on the other side of the valley.

Benfeng recognized them as Daoist cultivators from the Yiding Sect, Cijian Sect, and Jiyuan Sect. Judging from their composed demeanor, they were at least outstanding members of their respective sects. Upon closer inspection, he even spotted several sect leaders.

He couldn't recall some of their names, but he recognized their faces.

Lady Mingyue and her entourage of ladies gathered before a stone house halfway up the mountain.

"Who dares to bully my husband! Sister Yu Mei, this time, I will not forgive you!" Lady Mingyue's voice always carried genuine concern. Daoist cultivators

wielding flying swords continued to gather in the valley.

Another bloodbath was inevitable today!

However, it was unknown whether the orthodox Daoist cultivators would again consider Ben Feng a worthy target. These people weren't necessarily bloodthirsty; this gathering was surely due to the Kunlun Decree of some powerful Daoist sect.

Was the Grand Master of Kunlun, like that brooding demon king, tired of cultivating immortality and looking for trouble to relieve his millennia of loneliness by summoning a few demon kings and monsters?

Ben Feng carried the sleeping Purple Mist Saintess to lean against the trunk of an old tree. The old tree had a half-withered tree hollow where the Purple Mist Saintess could continue her slumber.

Three beams of light appeared in the sky; the Seven-Colored Flying Boat of Shu Mountain had arrived.

Shi Yinlie. The other two were dressed as middle-aged Daoist nuns in yellow robes.

Upon seeing Shi Yinlie, Benfeng waved, "Senior Shi, we meet again! How are my brother Zhengxi and sister Tianqin doing in your Shu Mountain cultivation? We miss them dearly."

"To be honest," Shi Yinlie replied, "our two uncles and I have come here precisely for your two nephews. To be frank, your brother Zhengxi and sister Tianqin were forcibly abducted by King Menmala. We just searched this place and confirmed that it was King Menmala's doing." Shi Yinlie didn't shy away from the fact that Shu Mountain's disciples had fallen into King Menmala's hands.

King Menmala could be arrogant now. He had provoked Shu Mountain to go to such lengths to seek revenge against him.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess snorted and said to Benfeng, "You brat, someone always manages to ruin our good time. Remember, next time you run into them, don't invite so many people. They're so embarrassed." "

The mountains and rivers remain unchanged, you can go as far as you want. If I'm really lonely, I might think of you occasionally... really." Benfeng smiled innocently at the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess.

"I hate you." The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess stamped her foot, and as she floated up, her arms flicked, and seventeen jade rings flew from her wrists, instantly causing earth and rocks to scatter in front of Benfeng.

Shi Yinlie released his flying sword, a sword essence condensing in the void into a tangible halo, catching Benfeng as he plummeted into the valley. The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess revealed a faint smile, "Yin Lie, you've been tricked. Why would you care so much about this brat Li Benfeng when he's just a piece of rotten wood?"

The Kunlun Mirror hidden in the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's chest could materialize objects. A piece of wood materialized into Benfeng's form.

Benfeng stumbled, still clutching the Flying Zither and Flying Chess. The two women, having faced life and death several times, showed no fear despite the vast difference in cultivation between themselves and the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess.

Just then, the Golden Palace Saintess, standing above the valley, immediately released the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Sword. The sword light bloomed, and three chilling thunderous sounds struck towards the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess.

The two middle-aged Daoist nuns behind Shi Yin Lie made their move. One sword energy saved the others, and the other struck the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess. The unadorned sword energy floated in the void.

The entire valley seemed to be sucked in, or perhaps it collapsed. After the sword energy passed, the entire valley slowly reflected a seven-colored radiance. The Golden Thunder Sound Swords of the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, Benfeng, Feiqin, Feiqi, and the Golden Palace Saintess were all enveloped within.

A moment later, the valley returned to normal.

Three blood flowers stained the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's white robes.

With a wry smile, the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's figure floated up, like light wisps of cotton scattered by the wind, drifting one by one to the bottom of the valley.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess would rather die than live in dishonor. Having taken a blow from her natal sword essence and a strike from Benfeng's imprint wheel, she also released her natal magic treasure, the Profound Yin Azure Flame Pearl, striking Benfeng.

In the instant Benfeng's sea of consciousness dissipated, he sighed: "Sister Fish-Eyebrow is a pure-hearted demon king. To sacrifice everything this time is too unworthy. Sister Fish-Eyebrow, why did you do this?"

Benfeng, his physical body torn apart, was once again in the profound mystery of the trinity… in extreme pain, the other shore of his natal spirit connected to the Heavenly Lotus Star Palace, slowly rising… gradually merging into his natal lotus infant.

The excruciating pain continued to spread, and his heart felt like a drop of water being forcibly burst open!

Feiqin and Feiqi, the two women, dazedly supported Benfeng's completely inhuman body.

"I'm fine, nothing's wrong, it's just that my arms and legs are no longer my concern," Benfeng transmitted his voice to Feiqin and Feiqi.

The three of them drifted down without any sense of direction...

Chapter 103 of 10-06: Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [19]

Benfeng, Feiqin, and Feiqi were surrounded by clouds. Benfeng's physical body was shattered beyond repair, but the meridians of his primordial spirit's other shore position could still extend freely. The ever-expanding primordial spirit's other shore position was surrounded by vortex-like meridians of consciousness, which freely extended and detected a stone staircase like a heavenly ladder below.

A burst of sword energy condensed into a flying boat shaped like a lotus leaf. Only then did Benfeng realize that his escape from the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's Profound Yin Azure Flame Pearl was not a fluke, but rather the protection of the Shu Mountain senior's natal sword essence.

The flying boat formed from the sword essence carried the two women, Feiqin and Feiqi. The two women spread their two large leaves to support Benfeng's rotten body. The flying boat landed on the stone steps, and Feiqin asked in a very soft voice, "Young Master Benfeng, can you still speak?"

"I can speak. If you follow these stone steps up, you will encounter a snow mist. Pass through this snow mist, and you will find a stone house, a very beautiful stone house. There are purple bowl grasses around the stone house. You can put me down and collect the snow dew from the purple bowl grasses, and then I can try to reassemble my body."

Benfeng's primordial spirit's other shore sea of consciousness was like those two otherworldly chess players, clearly displaying all the flowers, plants, and trees in the entire valley. However, there were a few places surrounded by magic arrays, all shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to discern what lay within.

The two women were delighted to learn that Benfeng could still speak and even perceive spaces they couldn't see. They calmed their minds, carried Benfeng's muscular body, which resembled a rotten rice dumpling, up twenty-odd steps, and entered the snow mist.

There was an invisibility array within the snow mist. The two women looked at the stone house so close at hand, walked around it, and then returned to their original spot.

"Strange, who set up this array here?" Benfeng's consciousness couldn't detect what kind of strange array it was.

Although Feiqin and Feiqi frequently traversed the Purple Moluo Mountains and had encountered large snow mists more than ten times, they had never seen such dense snow mist before; this fog was very strange. The two women exchanged a glance, placed Benfeng's body on the trunk of a dead old tree, and released the Harmonious Light Flying Star Sword. The azure light of the flying sword darted back and forth through the snow mist. The two women wanted to use the flying sword to find a path to the stone house.

The flying sword could easily fly to the front of the stone house. The two women quickly lifted Benfeng's body and followed the streaks of light left by their flying swords towards the stone house. After walking for a while, Feiqin exclaimed, "This is really a ghost, we've come back again."

The two women stared blankly at the withered tree where Benfeng's body had been placed.

That tree was a dead divine tree from the Divine Tree Mountain.

Feiqi couldn't help but say in surprise, "How did this tree get here?"

Feiqi recognized all seventeen divine trees on Divine Tree Mountain, and the gray-robed elders who guarded them had all given them names—this divine tree that had somehow ended up here was called Frost Dragon.

"Wait a moment, let me try if my primordial spirit can get through." Benfeng wanted to try, to let his natal lotus infant pass through the snow mist. Benfeng suddenly had this thought—to let his primordial spirit in the Other Shore position wander in a more distant place. The mystery of the Trinity is merely a mystery within the void—the primordial spirit of the other shore merges into the Heavenly Lotus Star Palace of the primordial lotus infant, like a still object in the void, unable to move freely like the physical body.

It is illusory yet substantial—the limbs of the physical body can move at will, touching and grasping tangible objects, and the consciousness of the primordial spirit can also allow the primordial lotus infant to grasp some tangible objects—in the past, the primordial lotus infant separating from the physical body was only a passive emergency measure during sudden changes, not something controlled at will by the primordial spirit's consciousness.

Surrounded by snow and mist concealing strange formations, the primordial spirit was quite curious, wanting to try having the primordial lotus infant grasp the swaying snowflakes around it.

Each snowflake, like a bead, shimmered faintly. The primordial lotus infant's small hand moved, grasping two snowflakes.

As if controlling an arm. The primordial spirit's consciousness commanded the primordial lotus infant, allowing it to move like the limbs of the physical body… Ah! "What an astonishing advancement!" Benfeng's primordial spirit tried to grasp his broken body, but his natal lotus infant gripped too tightly, causing a sharp pain in his body and mind.

"Eh? Who's there?" someone suddenly spoke.

Feiqin and Feiqi alertly released their flying swords towards the speaker's hiding place. The speaker, quite surprised, changed his hiding place and asked again, "Which sect do you belong to?"

Benfeng replied, "We were just passing by and needed to heal our injuries at the stone house, but we were trapped by the magic array in the snow mist. May I ask who you are, sir? If the array was set up by you, please grant us your assistance." Benfeng

knew that if they encountered a troublesome and ruthless sect leader, Feiqin and Feiqi's Daoist cultivation would definitely be insufficient to withstand it. They didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble due to a misunderstanding, so they spoke very politely. However, Benfeng spoke for quite a while, but the other party did not make a sound.

"Hmph! What, you think you can trap us here like this? Who are you, and why are you playing tricks on us!" Feiqin, impatient by nature, couldn't help but shout after a long silence.

"Playing tricks on us? Are we playing tricks on you? Look at your young age and your pathetic cultivation, yet you dare to spout such arrogant words." As soon as Feiqin finished speaking, the voice hidden in the magic array rang out again, "Since you're so arrogant, let's see what extraordinary methods you have, hmph!"

Just as the snort ended, a magnificent light rushed towards Feiqin and Feiqi from the snow mist with a whoosh.

Benfeng's consciousness fluctuated, and the black lotus male and female pearls in the Dragon-shaped Snake Shadow Sword released a dense green sword light. With a boom, more than a dozen green rays burst forth, instantly pulverizing the magnificent light. A cold snort of extreme anger rang out as the unknown magical artifact unleashed by the person hidden within the formation was shattered by the sword light of Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword. Judging from the person's voice, they were clearly injured.

Suddenly, several three-colored rays of light shot out from the other side of the snow mist, but Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword once again unleashed its power, instantly dispersing the light.

"How dare you destroy my magical artifact! What kind of evil demon cultivator is this, so powerful!" A voice filled with shock and anger rang out. This voice was quite loud, clearly not the same person as before.

With a "bang," someone cried out in pain as a gray figure was suddenly sent flying backward from the snow mist.

Benfeng withdrew his consciousness, his natal lotus infant sitting in meditation as still as a still object. Just a moment ago, Benfeng's primordial spirit had swept across, clearly detecting a person's aura. A Vajra Seal Wheel was unleashed, and that person was slammed into the snow mist without even realizing it.

Benfeng's actions this time were out of necessity, a risky attempt to test the waters. Benfeng's physical body suffered severe injuries, but after attempting the fusion of the three elements, his primordial spirit could now wield the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword with remarkable ease, deflecting two flying swords and severely injuring a Daoist cultivator. Since his time on Pure Land Mountain, Benfeng had repeatedly encountered opponents of vastly superior strength, greatly enhancing his combat experience. Although he hadn't yet mastered the fusion of the three elements, he could rely on the power of the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword and the spirituality of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls to protect his primordial spirit. Currently, he wasn't afraid of those hidden within the formation. However,

countless people were concealed within, so caution was paramount. Benfeng dared not be careless. If even one person's cultivation was at the level of the Luofu Demon King, he would surely be destroyed.

Feiqin, however, cheered loudly: "Young Master Benfeng, that's wonderful! Feiqi and I will charge out like this!" Seeing Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword unleash its power twice, Feiqin felt reassured. *

Thud! Thud! Thud!* Feiqin and Feiqi, wielding their flying swords, carried Benfeng's body forward for only a few feet when several bursts of light of different colors erupted around them. Clearly, the flying swords had been struck by the opponents' magical artifacts and Taoist spells. Benfeng's body, however, remained unharmed. Instead, a dark figure beside them, unable to dodge in time, was struck by Feiqin and Feiqi's Harmonious Light Flying Star Sword. The injured figure revealed itself, leaping and cursing wildly.

"Who are these people? They seem like those worldly Taoist cultivators who besieged me in Sun Furnace Mountain!" Benfeng wondered, his divine sense constantly probing around. Benfeng

's Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword provided front and back protection as Feiqin and Feiqi continued their advance. Seeing the endless stream of opponents emerging from the snow mist, the two women were somewhat alarmed, but their resolve remained unwavering: to break through the snow mist and provide Benfeng with a safe place to heal his wounds. The two flying swords flew swiftly, deflecting the incoming magical artifacts and flying weapons.

After running for another ten miles, the view suddenly opened up before him. Benfeng felt the pressure of the magic array suddenly disappear. Looking out, he found that the snow mist had dissipated, meaning he had broken through the magic array and could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Before him stood a high stone staircase, next to which was a stone house that looked like it had been carved from a transparent glacier. In front of the stone house were several purple-leaved trees, each less than two meters tall, with a dozen or so purple lichens growing around their roots.

Looking up, he could see shadowy figures on the nearby peaks, seemingly no less than forty.

Swoosh! A jet-black flying sword flew towards Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword at incredible speed. With a clang, the jet-black flying sword clashed head-on with the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword.

"It's the seriously injured Young Master Benfeng. Everyone, stop! I am Yuan Cheng from the Jiyuan Sect of Fudu Mountain. May I ask if the other two are Feiqin and Feiqi from the Jinque Sect?" Yuan Cheng appeared and bowed to Feiqin and Feiqi.

Upon hearing Yuan Cheng's words, the Daoist cultivator who had been controlling the jet-black flying sword retracted it.

"Greetings, Senior Yu Yang Hua Chi!"

"Greetings, Senior Ning Ruoyi of Beihai!"

"Greetings, Senior Chao Jinsheng of Yuling Island!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out from the crowd as

people greeted the several accomplished Daoist cultivators. The three who were called by name did not return the greetings as the other young Daoist cultivators typically would; they simply responded calmly from within the crowd.

"Wow! The True Lotus Sect of Yiwang Mountain! Senior Zhong Liqi!"

Upon hearing this, all the young Daoist cultivators couldn't help but look up. The True Lotus Sect was a reclusive Daoist sect. Although its fame did not rival that of Kunlun and Shushan, it was still a powerful force that worldly Daoist cultivators looked up to. The reason for its great influence was that every ten years, the True Lotus Sect would select an outstanding young person from worldly Daoist sects to enter the sect and study superior cultivation techniques. After thirty years of study, one could advance to the Innate Realm.

The appearance of the True Lotus Sect's leader drew gasps of amazement from all the disciples.

Zhong Liqi's Seven-Colored True Lotus Flying Sword stopped in front of Ben Feng. His deep, dark eyes looked at Ben Feng's body on the large leaf, and he shook his head, saying, "If I'm right, the Luo Fu Demon King's natal magic weapon has already shattered... If I'm wrong, then the Luo Fu Demon King's true strength is enough to withstand the natal sword essence of the Shu Mountain Golden Immortal. He can transform and hide. Given time, the Luo Fu Demon King will surely surpass the Seven Great Demon Kings."

Chapter 104 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Twenty]

The Seven Great Demon Kings. Ben Feng only knew that Lady Mingyue was a demon king on par with the Palace Master of the North Sea Underworld Palace, and with the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, he only knew three. There were four other demon kings he had never met.

Now that the Seven Great Demon Kings had come from the mouth of Zhong Lixuanqi, the Sect Master of the True Lotus Sect, they were no longer legends, but real beings. It was truly unimaginable that if the Seven Great Demon Kings gathered in Chang'an City of the Great Sui Dynasty, the two emperors of the imperial city would definitely have their legs cramp.

The fate of the world is not something that ordinary royalty can control. A tree blossoms and then falls, each day's events unfold. The supreme ruler, seemingly invincible to ordinary people, is merely a tool manipulated by powerful beings beyond the world.

Benfeng couldn't help but sigh—he was more worried about his own life; survival was paramount. With life, everything was possible, and he would wait for his destined opportunity.

Another hearty laugh rang out.

A middle-aged man in an elegant blue robe suddenly floated down before Benfeng. It was as if he had been waiting there all along, appearing suddenly.

"Zhong Liqi, let's make a bet. I bet the Demon King of Luofu is utterly destroyed, body and soul. Are you willing to take a small wager with me?" The middle-aged man in the robe seemed to know Zhong Liqi well, and they were of the same generation.

"What difference does it make whether I gamble or not?" Zhong Liqi stood with his hands behind his back, his large, ancient hands, the color of an old cauldron, suddenly cleaved open, revealing a smooth surface on a seven-zhang-high boulder beside him. His flying sword sprang up, like a scholar's paintbrush, instantly sketching the lifelike image of the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess. A

flying sword as a paintbrush. Zhong Liqi truly had the leisure and inclination.

As the group of Daoist cultivators looked up at the jade figure on the stone wall, Zhong Liqi quietly departed. The middle-aged man in the blue robe silently watched Zhong Liqi use his sword as a brush to paint the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess on the stone wall, and sighed softly: "Because one can reach the extreme of emotion, one can reach the extreme of the Dao… Zhongli has already broken through the barrier of emotion, what more can I do for her… perhaps it's superfluous."

This man was also of pure heart. His

slender, jade-like fingers, like playing a zither, flicked all the leaves of the purple bowl grass in front of the stone house into the air. With another flick of his fingers, the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess on the stone wall was now dressed in a light purple robe. "

If you go, I will go too; I will never look at purple again." The middle-aged man's purple flying sword, having carved ten characters, shattered with a crash.

A long sigh escaped, and the figure vanished.

"Let's disperse, let's go. We've all been disappointed. The demoness's demon core has probably already been snatched up." The man who had launched his black flying sword looked indignantly at the painting and words on the stone wall, then mounted his sword and sped down the mountain.

Forty or fifty Daoist cultivators, barely having broken through to the Innate Realm, had set up an invisible array to intercept the Luo Fu Queen's demon core. Obtaining the demon core of a seven-hundred-year-old demon king would be an immense gain; even a sixty-year-old cultivator couldn't compare to the demon core of the Luo Fu Queen's seven-hundred-year-old demon cultivator.

Of course, if they couldn't get the demon core, they could settle for the Luo Fu Queen's magical treasures. Several shrewd Daoist cultivators had already descended to the bottom of the valley to search for the seventeen jade rings.

Few cultivators glanced at Benfeng's body, scattered on the large leaf. Yuan Cheng of the Jiyuan Sect, and Cai Rui and Cai Xiang of the Yiding Sect who arrived later, didn't search for the Demon King's lost treasures. Instead, they stood beside Benfeng, asking Feiqin and Feiqi with concern how Benfeng's body had been shattered by the Queen of Luofu.

The twelve disciples of the Cijian Sect formed a flying sword array to protect Benfeng's body.

Benfeng was deeply moved and said, "In this world, the so-called righteous path and evil path are a muddled mess. I will remember how you treated me, Li Benfeng. If one day I can be like Kunlun, ruling over all the Daoist cultivators under heaven, I will never distinguish between the righteous path and the evil path again. Queen Luofu is right. Do things according to your conscience. Take what you want and don't want what you don't want. Whether I am an ordinary mortal, a Golden Immortal, a Demon King, or a Demon Lord, I will never be manipulated by others."

Cai Rui was delighted to hear Benfeng's words. "I thought your physical body could never be repaired and that you could only cultivate in secret and seize a body like the Blood Spider King. You have actually... reached the Nascent Soul stage. Congratulations!"

Yuan Cheng said maturely, "I first saw the Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword and detected that Benfeng's natal spirit had already left his physical body."

"Ah, Benfeng, you're so amazing! In our Yiding Sect, only the Sect Master and the two Grand Master Uncles have broken through the realm of the primordial spirit leaving the physical body. Isn't that the cultivation level of the late Earth Immortal? I really didn't expect you to be so amazing." Caixiang said without any guile, full of admiration.

Benfeng replied, "I know my own abilities are limited. Reaching the Innate Realm is already a stretch. It was only by chance, protected by the natal sword essence of a senior from Mount Shu, that I managed to try. Whether I can even repair my physical body now is still uncertain."

"To have suffered from the natal magic weapon of the Queen of Luofu is already unbelievable. To still be able to spout such useless nonsense with us fools even after your physical body has shattered is truly astounding. If word gets out, it'll cause quite a stir. We won't delay your treatment any longer. We need to catch up with our senior uncles quickly. Our Yiding Sect will be waiting for you in Chang'an. Once you're healed, you must come and see the excitement in Chang'an!"

Cairui glanced at Benfeng's body again, frowned, and slowly walked down the steps with Caixiang. Caixiang had many questions and looked back reluctantly, muttering to Cairui, "What cultivation level is Benfeng at?" Cairui smiled and said, "He's Li Benfeng."

At the foot of the mountain, a woman in white robes carried the Purple Mist Saintess on her back as she walked uphill.

Upon seeing this woman, Benfeng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. This woman was the teenage fairy he had seen in the Realm of Reincarnation, the one who flew around the Celestial Palace on a flying sword.

In his astonishment, Benfeng's otherworldly consciousness recalled Madam Feng, the Purple Mist Saintess, and himself, who had traveled thousands of miles in search of immortality, reaching the snow-capped mountains but ending in failure. It was this woman in white who had touched his head.

The woman in white, like an ordinary woman, climbed the stone steps step by step until she reached the stone house. She glanced at Benfeng's physical body and asked softly with a touch of sadness, "So it was you who injured Sister Yumei? Even the Kunlun Mirror couldn't protect her?"

The woman in white's eyes showed no hatred as she looked at Benfeng, as if she were talking to herself. In her hand lay the Kunlun Mirror, belonging to the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess.

“It’s all my fault for ruining you. I still can’t make the Kunlun Mirror. I might as well call it the Frowning Eyebrow Mirror.” After the woman in white finished speaking, she looked at Feiqin and Feiqi. “You two, carry him in. Once he’s in this stone house, no one can hurt him.”

The disciples of the Cijian Sect dispelled the protective array around Benfeng's body. Clearly, they and Yuan Cheng of the Jiyuan Sect had encountered this woman in white.

They looked at her with astonishment.

Another demon king?

After Feiqin and Feiqi carried Benfeng's body into the stone house, Yuan Cheng and the twelve disciples of the Cijian Sect quietly descended the mountain, seemingly afraid to disturb this strange woman in white.

Strange. Was the woman in white friend or foe? If she were an enemy, even if the Cijian Sect disciples were outmatched, they would have sent a signal to contact the orthodox Daoist sects; they would never have abandoned Benfeng. Having encountered the Cijian Sect disciples again, Benfeng believed his judgment was correct. Yuan Cheng of the Jiyuan Sect wouldn't have left him so silently either.

Friend?

Let her be a friend. In any case, he couldn't detect any hostility from the woman in white.

The woman in white then carried another woman down the mountain—the Holy Maiden Shenying.

Inside the stone house was a large stone bed, almost taking up the entire space.

The woman in white placed the Purple Mist Saintess and the Divine Tassel Saintess on the bed. The stone bed resembled an exquisite ice sculpture. The surrounding stone walls were covered with intricately carved portraits of women. The portrait of the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess was depicted only in white robes, just lines and outlines.

The woman in white held a short sword, her brows slightly furrowed, and continued to mutter to herself, "I didn't expect that even with my Frowning Mirror, Fish-Eyebrow Sister couldn't withstand the flying swords of Mount Shu. Are you trying to make me destroy my hands?"

"What, you and Fish-Eyebrow Sister already know each other?" Benfeng, looking at the woman in white with her furrowed brows, couldn't help but ask. Having entered the stone house, Benfeng's physical body had slumped against the stone, the pain lessening considerably, and he felt a little more relaxed, wanting to chat with this strange woman in white.

"These hands of mine are truly useless. All the women carved in this room are statues, devoid of blood and flesh, because of these hands."

The woman in white spoke, raising her short sword to sever her own hand.

"And why are you doing this!" Fei Qin's flying sword blocked the woman's sword. "This young master Feng and Queen Luofu aren't after your useless mirror at all. It's Queen Luofu who's unwilling to give up on that bead. She's after the bead, not your useless mirror."

"Who says my Frowning Mirror is useless? How could anything created by these hands be useless?" The woman in white arrogantly picked up the Frowning Mirror.

The Frowning Mirror revealed the dazzling brilliance of Queen Luofu's natal magic weapon, with hundreds of eerie blue lights, penetrating Feng's body. Indeed, it was dazzling. Feng's body exploded but didn't disintegrate; his entire body was entangled by the dazzling threads of the exploding Xuan Yin Bi Yan Pearl, becoming a magnificent, unparalleled blue meat dumpling.

The woman in plain clothes flicked her fingers, and a thin, azure mist enveloped Benfeng's body. Then, she gently moved her legs and sat down beside him, casually stretching her legs out.

"You two, go pick some purple bowl grass. I want to use it to wrap the prettiest blue rice dumplings." The woman in plain clothes waved to Feiqin and Feiqi, then reached for a glass bottle from the stone, pointed a finger into the bottle, and placed a drop of dew on Benfeng's broken face. Benfeng

felt as if he were bathed in a spring breeze and drinking sweet dew. If he were in charge of his arms and legs, he would definitely hug and kiss the woman in plain clothes. This woman's medical skills were definitely superior to his own; the restoration of his body was certainly not a problem. The woman in plain clothes

then climbed onto Benfeng, arched her back, and a pair of clam shells, each only two feet long, appeared on her back. With a gentle stroke of her fingers, the clam shells grew to be the same height as her body.

"I'm going in, don't be afraid of the pain." The woman in white pressed herself against Benfeng's body without any hesitation, and the two shells closed.

Benfeng immediately felt an irresistible fragrance.

Chapter 105 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Twenty-One]

Using body fragrance as medicine to reconnect tendons, veins, and bones—even Benfeng, a super doctor, had never heard of such a thing. He smelled a sweet fragrance like orchids and musk, and a pair of tender peaks like peppercorns pressed against Benfeng's haphazardly combed body.

"Isn't your primordial spirit returning to its place?" The woman in white's voice trembled. She seemed to be a virgin who had not yet entered the inner chambers.

Upon hearing the woman in white's voice, Benfeng's primordial spirit and natal lotus infant obediently squeezed into his heart—instantly feeling a heart-wrenching and soul-crushing pain, four words appeared in Benfeng's mind: worse than death... A body that was rotten beyond repair, if cultivated to the realm of primordial spirit separation, would never deliberately suffer like this, enduring unimaginable pain to restore the body.

The state of primordial spirit leaving the body, or possession of a spirit, allows one to, like a cunning practitioner such as Wang Xicang, inhabit any living body to cultivate their primordial spirit. However, Benfeng currently has no idea of the techniques for possession; he practices the *Lotus Canon*, orally transmitted by his senior sister Tianqin. The *

Lotus Canon* is a purely oral transmission, requiring intuitive understanding without any written text, demanding spiritual insight. This is precisely what Benfeng lacks. While he lacks intuitive understanding, he can compensate by adhering to the established methods. Benfeng thinks how wonderful it would be if there were a Daoist method for returning the primordial spirit to its rightful place, instead of this agonizing and forced approach. It was worse than death. Benfeng's primordial spirit enjoyed the profound mystery of the primordial spirit transcending the physical body and ascending to the other shore of the primordial spirit, but it did not have the method to return the primordial spirit to the heart. Using clumsy methods to return the primordial spirit to the heart was extremely difficult... The heart is like the sea, with layer upon layer of barriers. Without the method, it is like hitting your head against a wall. You have to break through countless layers before you can return to your desired position.

The woman in plain clothes, having witnessed Benfeng's limited resources, had countless unbelievable question marks swirling in her mind. "I thought I'd encountered a brilliant young talent, but I've run into a complete freak, a total idiot."

"You... you're even dumber than stupid... the dumbest idiot I've ever met." The woman in plain clothes stood up, staring curiously at Benfeng's physical body. "You don't even know the technique for condensing your primordial spirit, yet... you really are a freak. You should make your primordial spirit like that idiot King Menmala, relying on those few pieces of random wood to prolong your life."

"Heh heh, with this kid Li Benfeng, I can only be the second dumbest person in the world," King Menmala said. This second dumbest person in the world seemed quite confident.

Upon hearing the voice of King Menmaluo, Benfeng immediately returned to the profound mysteries of the Trinity, then snorted and mocked King Menmaluo without the slightest politeness: "If you old codger don't sit in the top spot of the number one idiot, I'm afraid no one will sit in the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, or tenth seats. For nine hundred years, the unprecedented and unparalleled King Menmaluo has been relegated to second place. If anyone wants to surpass him, I'm afraid we'll have to wait another nine hundred years."

"Hehe, even in another nine hundred years, I'll still be second, hahaha." King Menmaluo laughed wildly like a complete fool.

"You two are both super freaks." The woman in white opened both arms, and the clam shells on her body slammed violently in the direction her arms opened.

King Menmaluo let out a scream.

Benfeng, however, held back his voice. Benfeng's heart and soul felt as if they had been forcibly ripped up and then slammed heavily against the stone wall. The woman in white, who had just been so gentle, using her body fragrance as medicine to quickly heal Benfeng's severely injured body, suddenly changed her attitude, using extremely domineering and heavy methods.

"Aren't you in pain... you idiot?" the woman in white asked Benfeng strangely.

"Pain, more pain than pain." Benfeng's voice was accompanied by a hissing sound.

"Pain? Why don't you scream like the second idiot?" The woman in white opened her hand again.

King Mundara spoke as if his soul had been crushed: "Alright, one hit is enough. If you do that again, I'll become the third idiot... If the God King of Mount Moro becomes the second idiot, then there will be no more idiots in the world."

"Shut up, if you speak again, I'll destroy that piece of rotten wood of yours." The woman in white made King Mundara scream again.

"God King, you're a God King? One of the Ten Great God Kings?" Benfeng asked in surprise.

"I'm the eleventh God King. In a few hours, I might become the ninth or eighth God King." The woman in white put away the clam shell and dripped a few drops of nectar onto Benfeng's body.

"I don't understand." Benfeng shook his head.

"When those two idiots, Zanmozhi and Baluo, who were ninth and tenth, die, I'll become the ninth God King. If the second idiot dies, I'll be the eighth God King... Do you understand, you blockhead?"

Funiemumo, who proclaimed himself the eighth God King, chuckled.

"Li Benfeng is the second freak, I'm the third freak, and the eighth God King is the first freak." King Menmaluo said hatefully.

Funiemumo mischievously stretched out his hand, releasing two clam shells that turned purplish-black, and slammed them against the wooden tower at Benfeng's feet. King Menmaluo screamed in agony.

The methods of the eighth God King were indeed ruthless.

"Go!" With a gentle flick of her slender foot, Fu Nie Mu Mo kicked the Dark Sanctuary of King Men Mo Luo out of the stone house.

...

"Come, my little darling freak, my little weirdo fool, I, the self-proclaimed Eighth God-King, will continue to be your medicinal catalyst." God-King Fu Nie was once again in her initial, extremely gentle medicinal catalyst demeanor.

"Let's make a deal, can we use some other method?" Ben Feng was very afraid that God-King Fu Nie would use ruthless methods to destroy her.

Her body was like a flower, her legs, arms, and head had been manipulated by God-King Fu Nie like five petals at some point. This super God-King virgin girl was actually not good at medicine, and purely out of curiosity, she treated healing as a tool.

"What else do you want? You think my body fragrance isn't enough? Do you want a few more that can make a man's bones melt?" God-King Fu Nie hooked Ben Feng's unresponsive toes with her bare foot.

Benfeng hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'd like to trouble the God King to go down the mountain and find a few orthodox Daoist sects to see if we can find a technique for condensing the nascent soul."

"Hmph, you… Sect Master Benfeng, Grandmaster Benfeng, Golden Immortal Benfeng, I'm going to have to look at you with new respect." The God King pointed to a magic array on the stone wall.

A very large study appeared, decorated in a royal style.

"Choose, Grandmaster Dumb Goose, there are three hundred techniques for condensing the nascent soul inside." The God King, with his slender jade feet, went outside the stone house. Feiqin and Feiqi returned with the snow dew from the purple bowl grass.

When the Divine King Fu Nie saw Fei Qin and Fei Qi, a slight smile played on his lips. He took out the Frowning Mirror and said to the two women with a half-smile, "Look, I just saw in the Frowning Mirror that there's a cave with a silly goose inside, and two beautiful, fragrant women... Hey, Grandmaster Ben Feng, if you're staring blankly at all those magic manuals in that room, don't forget to have two fragrant women come in and warm your feet... Oh dear, how could this be?"

Fei Qin and Fei Qi saw in the Frowning Mirror that they were both staring at Ben Feng with their mouths agape, looking incredibly embarrassed.

"Young Master Ben Feng, this woman isn't a good person, she's up to no good!" Fei Qin was so ashamed she didn't know what to do, and ran into the room to call out to Ben Feng.

Ben Feng moved a stack of books, preparing to cram in Taoist magic manuals.

There were too many Taoist magic manuals in this study, as well as medical books on pulse-connecting and bone-changing.

Hearing Feiqin's voice, Benfeng beckoned to her. "Come into the study and help me find some books. Do you know which Daoist sect's technique for condensing the primordial spirit can be mastered in a few days?"

"Ah?" Feiqin exclaimed in surprise.

Feiqi, who had entered the stone room, also exclaimed.

"What? There isn't one?" Benfeng asked.

"It's not that there isn't one, it's that it's impossible. Condensing the primordial spirit requires cultivation at the Nascent Soul stage, and moreover, it requires years of practicing the sect's techniques. Each level of the technique must be practiced step by step. Even our sect leader, who is very fast, still needs ten years to master the Golden Palace Void Ascension Technique to the sixth level. We don't even dare to dream of such things... How did you come up with this... Oh, I've got it! It must be that wicked woman outside deceiving you, young master. She must have ulterior motives and want to steal your magical artifacts..."

Feiqi wanted to continue, but Benfeng stopped her. I couldn't care less about what the first oddball, the God-King Fu Nie, was after in getting me into the stone house. Right now, getting my primordial spirit back in its proper place was the most urgent thing—the primordial spirit in the Other Shore position couldn't linger in the Heart's Domain for long. My second time in the profound Trinity state hadn't lasted long; the Heavenly Lotus Star Palace reflected by my natal lotus infant quickly disappeared. While my natal lotus infant could smoothly return to the Heart's Domain, my natal primordial spirit in the Other Shore position was blocked by the layers of barriers within the Heart's Domain. Unable to return to its proper place, I began to show signs of spiritual dissipation, a pricking sensation like a thousand needles, and hundreds of pulling energies spreading outwards.

In this urgent situation, I had to resort to last-minute cramming and learn the techniques for condensing the primordial spirit.

There were so many techniques for condensing the primordial spirit; it was dizzying. Just as Fei Qi had said, the techniques for condensing the primordial spirit required decades of dedicated practice of basic Daoist techniques.

Fei Qin found several basic techniques for protecting the primordial spirit for me. Benfeng stared at it for the time it takes to drink two cups of tea, but the more he looked, the more confused he became, so he simply stopped reading.

"Second idiot, make some noise! Stop suffocating your freakish primordial spirit. You'll still be a freak even if you suffocate for another nine hundred years." Benfeng even considered giving up, letting his primordial spirit float in the Other Shore and chat with King Mute. Let

it float. If it really disperses into clouds or something, maybe it'll be quite magnificent... As he thought this, Benfeng actually felt his hands and arms move.

Could he move? Had his primordial spirit naturally returned to its place?

Opening his sea of consciousness, he realized that Feiqin and Feiqi had taken Benfeng's hands and arms and were trying to reattach them. The two women had experienced so many battlefields, but they had never imagined that a human body could be shattered so spectacularly. In their hearts, the two women increasingly felt that Benfeng's physical body had no chance of recovery.

“You don’t need to worry about that. As long as my primordial spirit returns to its place, I will find a way to restore my physical body. I definitely will, don’t worry.”

Hearing Benfeng’s words, the two women ran into the study to search for books like the *Pulse Classic* and the *Bone Classic*. They placed anything that seemed useful on the shelf in the stone wall.

The vital essence protecting Benfeng’s primordial spirit was growing weaker and weaker… his consciousness was slowly becoming blurred.

Feiqin found a book called *The Five Aggregates Dividing the Nerve* and wanted to show it to Benfeng to see if it would be helpful, but she didn’t hear a reply—she called out anxiously several times, but still received no response.

"What...what should we do? Did that woman tamper with Young Master Feng?" Fei Qin panicked, saying to Fei Qi, then shouting towards the door, "Hey, you, come in quickly and see, Young Master Feng...he won't answer."

"Then let him disperse his spirit. Perfect, I can use his spiritual essence to refine a magic weapon. This idiot, don't ruin my magic weapon's foundation." Fu Nie God King spoke indifferently, "I'm not a doctor, I'm a weapon refiner, I want to refine all sorts of strange things."

"You, we've fallen for your trick." Fei Qin was furious.

"I never said I wanted to let Li Benfeng, this number one freak and number one fool, be unharmed. Whether he lives or dies, what does it matter? You're not his women, and even if you were, you could scatter like birds and beasts. Even if this freak's physical body recovers, he's still a useless fool."

Fu Nie God King's words made Fei Qin and Fei Qi so angry that they stopped talking, directly releasing their flying swords, unleashing two golden sword beams. The two women fought desperately, their sword beams clearly a resolute determination to shatter like jade rather than survive like a broken tile.

"This Grandmaster Feng has two women even more foolish than you, who want to die on the same day, month, and year as you… Ouch, my life is about to end too, I'm going to become the number one fool…" The God-King of the Brush neither dodged nor evaded, taking the two women's flying swords head-on, blood immediately blooming on his white robes.

Chapter 106 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [Twenty-Two]

"Excellent! This is a golden opportunity! I've searched high and low without finding it, and now it's come to me effortlessly!" The ghostly Feng Xiaolian revealed her exquisitely beautiful body, lying prone.

This ghostly girl, in order to nurture wandering souls, had to move the bodies that had existed for an entire dynasty between graveyards every day, maintaining them perfectly. It was hard work… She was already fed up. Hiding in the dark sanctuary, this ghostly girl conceived a bizarre idea that would move even the most unsettling beings to nurture wandering souls… She wanted to learn from the method of the Demon King of the Bright Moon Maiden, who possessed human bodies, and use the flesh of living people to refine those pitiful ghostly wandering souls into super primordial spirits.

Only ghosts knew whether this ghostly girl's unwavering obsession would truly lead to the earth-shattering refinement of a natal primordial spirit.

This ghostly girl's obsession was terrifying. On Mount Zimolu, more than three hundred male and female slaves died unjustly in less than six hours. If it weren't for her second incarnation, Ying Fuzhen, stopping her, who knows how many more souls this ghost girl would have lost.

Fortunately, this ghost girl knew that Ying Fuzhen's true form was not something a pitiful third-incarnation ghost like herself could destroy. She still needed to use Ying Fuzhen's golden body to protect herself—she had to use it perfectly, otherwise, if her soul wasn't fully nurtured and her body died, who knows how tragic a lower-ranking person she would be reborn into in her fourth life.

Feng Xiaolian used her wandering soul to lead Ying Fuzhen to attack Mingyue. Mingyue, Queen Lezi, and Xueque were making weapons in a stone house on Wulu Mountain. Lady Mingyue said that the mighty Queen of Lezi needed tens of thousands of elite troops under her command to return home and quell the rebellion, and with elite troops came invincible weapons. The three ladies got busy.

Originally, Queen Lezi and Xueque were extremely worried about the safety of Benfeng. Lady Mingyue said that with the two Golden Immortals of Mount Shu protecting him, how could she allow this young master Feng to suffer even the slightest mishap? The two women then readily obeyed Lady Mingyue's commands.

Lady Mingyue deactivated a magic array in the stone house, discovering a mountain of weapons. Broken spears, swords, daggers, and halberds were everywhere, but none were intact; they needed to be refined and reforged.

Forging weapons was the specialty of the blacksmiths under Chen Dingjian.

Ying Fuzhen was left behind by Lady Mingyue to cook with Lady Xueque, becoming a cook. Feng Xiaolian was practically ecstatic. As soon as the sun set, she wandered aimlessly into the Mowudu Valley.

"If Feiqin and Feiqi can each take a body to house my ghostly soul, everything will be fine." Feng Xiaolian kept a close eye on Feiqin and Feiqi, waiting for an opportunity, a chance to ensure her soul's safety, before making her move. There couldn't be any more mishaps; if there were, she wasn't confident she could escape the Golden Thunder Sword of the Golden Palace Saintess.

Unexpectedly, the God-King Funie sacrificed himself to serve the Dao. Feng Xiaolian's greedy, fiery eyes stared intently at the superior physical body of the God-King Funie, lying in the snow. The God-King Funie's body was too perfect, a flawless white jade.

An unexpected gift from heaven.

Lying in the snow, the God-King Funie still smiled serenely, his eyes, capable of sacrificing everything, looking at Feiqin and Feiqi. "That fool, King Menmolu, was right. He can only be the second fool. I am undoubtedly the first fool... truly foolish. I thought that you orthodox Daoist cultivators, who always speak of righteousness, wouldn't kill people indiscriminately. But you actually killed, and killed with two sword strikes. Such powerful flying swords! I... it hurts so much... I'm going to die... I'm going to die from stupidity... Why did I have to die from stupidity..."

The God-King Funie's eyes slowly closed.

He died just like that.

The King of the Muffled Demon King said in a deep voice, "Whoever kills someone must be buried. Bury him under that Frost Dragon Tree. After burying him, light some incense. Don't let the Eighth God King become the first stupid, lonely ghost to die in the Demon Realm."

Feiqin and Feiqi were stunned for a long time. After they came to their senses, the two women dug a large pit under the withered Frost Dragon Tree. They wrapped the body of the King of the Muffled Demon King in the withered trunk of the Frost Dragon Tree, placed it in the pit, and then, handful by handful, buried it.

They found three sticks of incense in the stone house, inserted them into the grave, lit them, and silently recited the Rebirth Mantra.

In the middle of the night, the two women lay down fully clothed next to Benfeng's body and fell asleep.

The opportunity had finally come.

Feng Xiaolian didn't rush to make a move. First, she released a Ghost Shadow and tested the Purple Mist Saintess and the Divine Tassel Saintess, who were indistinguishable from dead people. The two women didn't react at all.

Feiqin and Feiqi didn't react either.

Feng Xiaolian's Ghost Shadow swept over the dragon-shaped snake shadow sword resting under Ben Feng's right arm. The Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls within the sword were closed, appearing quite docile.

Ghost Shadow probed several times, but the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls showed no reaction.

Another golden opportunity.

Thankfully, she was a ghost without a heart… If this ghost girl had a heart, it would probably be pounding wildly… Ghost Shadow drifted into the tomb of the God King Fu Nie.

A teleportation spell was cast, and Fu Nie Mu Mo's perfect physical body was frozen by Feng Xiaolian's substitution.

Feng Xiaolian floated onto Benfeng's body and sighed softly, "For you, my precious nemesis, I've gone through so much trouble to finally get this opportunity. How come you're so lucky? A demon king who has cultivated to immortality is willing to sacrifice herself for you. Did you shed any tears? She did this because she's caught a love tribulation… How come my life is even better than yours? I've stumbled upon such a wonderful, heaven-sent opportunity and gained an immortal body to possess… This is truly a match made in heaven… Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, come here, I've missed you so much…"

A pair of jade-like, tender, and smooth ghostly hands reached into the blade of the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword.

"I've tolerated you for a long time, you number one stupid ghost!" Benfeng's voice boomed.

The Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword sprang up, striking Feng Xiaolian's ghostly soul with its solid blade.

Feng Xiaolian screamed in agony.

Two solid dragon shapes writhed and thrashed within Feng Xiaolian's ghostly soul.

The ghostly girl Xiaolian was injured. The Soul-Splitting Injury.

"No, no! Sister Chu Lian, save me! Sister Fu Zhen, save me! That idiot Li Benfeng is going to kill me! He really is going to kill me... He's going to destroy my soul..." Feng Xiaolian cast two Soul-Swapping spells in succession, trying to escape the torment of the dragon form.

She failed.

"Li Benfeng, I'll fight you to the death!" Feng Xiaolian's ghostly shadow circled Benfeng's body, then suddenly grabbed him with both hands, lifting him into the air.

Benfeng suddenly felt a strange movement in his body, lightly freeing himself from Feng Xiaolian's ghostly claws. The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's natal magic weapon was activated by Feng Xiaolian's ghostly yin energy, and strands of blue beads rushed into Benfeng's sea of consciousness. The originally scattered meridians instantly swirled into a blue water lily, and the eerie blue beads on his body throbbed wave after wave. His heart swelled with yang energy, and he kicked out suddenly.

The primordial spirit returned to its place, merging with the essence of the heart.

"Little Lian, thank you for granting my wish. Hehe, you can die like a fish, but I can't let the net break. This physical body was given to me by my parents and cannot be easily destroyed... You should know that if your 'die-or-die' words spread throughout the Sui Dynasty, they might become the words of the Sui Dynasty's demise. Countless people under heaven would want to die with Yang Jian and the Dugu clan of the Sui Dynasty." Benfeng formed the Immovable Fundamental Seal with both hands, mocking the enraged Feng Xiaolian.

"I will kill you, tear your body apart, and shatter your spirit!" Feng Xiaolian's wandering soul broke free from the control of the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, grabbed the Divine Tassel Saintess's Mi Luo Rainbow Chain, and unleashed more than a dozen purple-black Yin Sha to envelop Benfeng.

"I least want to fight to the death with women, so why are you doing this? As the saying goes, greed knows no bounds. Now that you have obtained the perfect body of the Eighth God-King, you should find a secret chamber to condense and merge with the God-King's body. If you succeed, the world will have one more peerless beauty and one less sinister and ruthless ghost girl. Why do you have to plot to steal my Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls?"

Ben Feng's heart was filled with emotion, and the spiritual eyes of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls blinked, releasing three eerie green beams.

"Hmph!" Feng Xiaolian, without dodging or avoiding, charged straight at Ben Feng, just as the Divine King of Fu Nie had withstood the sword auras of Fei Qin and Fei Qi. She was struck by three green beams of light, and with her hand gripping the Mi Luo Cai Ni Lian, she looped it around Ben Feng's neck.

Ben Feng wanted to test whether his reconstituted body could withstand the attack of the Saintess's magical artifact in Feng Xiaolian's hand. His body instantly recovered from the dazzlingly wrecked state, and Ben Feng felt incredibly lucky—it was the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's natal magic weapon, the Xuan Yin Bi Yan Zhu, that had acted. The Xuan Yin Bi Yan Zhu, unwilling to become useless, used its own spirituality to condense into a strange blue water lily in Ben Feng's sea of consciousness, unintentionally restoring his body.

The one who tied the knot must untie it.

Feng Xiaolian, however, didn't use the Mi Luo Cai Ni Lian. Instead, she abruptly raised her foot and kicked Ben Feng in the stomach, a rather shameless act.

Benfeng felt a mouthful of blood rise to his throat, his vision blurred, and he collapsed onto the snow. Feng Xiaolian, in an extremely shameless manner, stomped on his back—this devilish girl's foot was surprisingly strong; Benfeng immediately felt suffocated.

"I'll beat you until you're crawling on the ground, coughing up blood and dying!" Feng Xiaolian, like a street urchin cursing, grabbed the Miluo Cai Ni Lian and shook it a few times. Benfeng, half-conscious, rolled several times, and the devilish girl's arms struck him twice in the chest. Benfeng, forgetting he couldn't form any more hand seals, kicked Feng Xiaolian in the chest and then clumsily raised his right arm to poke her waist.

A late-stage Innate Realm sect leader was actually playing street fighting games, and with a devilish girl no less!

"Hahaha, so satisfying, so exhilarating!" Feng Xiaolian laughed wildly, leaping up with her foot on Benfeng's shoulder, raising her right leg to strike again, but Benfeng grabbed her ankle and stopped her.

The ghost girl's inner flower garden was exposed without a doubt—she was actually using Feng Xiaolian's body to cheat on Ben Feng. Even in her rage, she was subtly scheming. Even if Ben Feng were truly enraged, he wouldn't destroy Feng Xiaolian's alluring, jade-like body.

It was breathtaking.

Her jade-like abdomen was taut with defined lines, the entire body a pinkish-orange color, with a tuft of glossy black downy hair gently swaying at the most intimate part, her pink vulva completely exposed, revealing a slightly sticky slit. Her legs were spread wide, but he couldn't afford not to; fearing she would attack again, he grabbed her ankles and pulled upwards. Feng Xiaolian's two delicate, inappropriately exposed labia slightly parted, trembling, dripping with a glistening dew.

"Let's stop fighting, we're even. You practice your Yang Ghost Path, I'll practice my Heavenly Lotus Path, we'll keep to ourselves." Ben Feng softened.

"Hmph!" Feng Xiaolian suddenly stood up, poised to kick again. Benfeng grabbed Feng Xiaolian's other ankle and lifted it up forcefully. Her two beautiful legs were almost stretched into a straight line by Benfeng. Feng Xiaolian awkwardly twisted her waist, but couldn't do anything to Benfeng.

"Let go, or I'll bite you!" Feng Xiaolian's delicate body fell, her legs pulled back, and her right foot suddenly aimed at Benfeng's head. Whoosh, her foot shot out!

Benfeng hurriedly turned his head, barely dodging, and suddenly felt a drop of fragrant secret fluid splash on his face—the secret dew from Xiaolian's cleft had splashed onto Benfeng's face. Benfeng wiped it with his hand, smelling a sweet and sour scent. How could a woman's private parts have such a refreshing fragrance, like fruit juice, without any unclean odor? On the contrary, he wanted to taste a few more drops. 10-06
Chapter 107 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Twenty-Three]

Feng Xiaolian failed to kick, and suddenly raised her left knee, trying to hit Benfeng's face.

"Don't hit someone in the face." Ben Feng, his yang energy surging, was no longer afraid of Feng Xiaolian's wild kicks and thrashing. Instead, he deliberately used his strength to tease her, pressing his hands against her knees and sitting up.

The girl's legs were glistening with moisture, a clear liquid flowing down her inner thighs, a few drops still clinging to her round, upturned buttocks, which weren't covered by underpants; the rising body temperature of her private parts filled the air with a rich, fruity scent. Feeling the hot, moist sensation between her legs, Feng Xiaolian unconsciously frowned.

The human body was so troublesome; for the past few days, Feng Xiaolian's body had been nourished by the snow dew of the purple bowl grass from Shenmu Mountain, and yet it had reacted like a living person.

"Hmph, it's all Li Benfeng's fault, that freak! His body was completely destroyed, yet he miraculously recovered... How can this idiot have such good luck?" Seeing Benfeng's harmless grin, Feng Xiaolian's hatred intensified. She hooked her right leg and kicked Benfeng hard in the chest.

Benfeng was struck and sprawled on the ground.

"Die!" Feng Xiaolian shook her Mi Luo Cai Ni Lian (a magical ribbon), and Benfeng rolled into a snow ditch beside the stone house.

"Hit me again, and I'll turn on you." Benfeng grabbed a handful of snow, made a snowball, and threw it at Feng Xiaolian's head. The snowball

exploded, and Feng Xiaolian's jade-like face blossomed like a pear flower.

"Xiaolian's jade-like body lies prostrate in the night, already reporting Zhou's army's entry into Jinyang... Feng Xiaolian, you are truly a scourge." Looking at Feng Xiaolian's jade-like body, Benfeng was reminded of Luo Mangli. If Fairy Luo's natal golden body were fused into Feng Xiaolian's alluring jade body, what would it look like?

"Jade body lying across the imperial court brings disaster. That second fool, King Menmolu, intends to use the Holy Maiden lying across the imperial court to flaunt her beauty in the Sui Dynasty palace… No man in the world is immune to lust. Even if Yang Jian is a genius, he cannot escape this catastrophe."

Benfeng saw the combined light of Feiqin and Feiqi's Flying Star Swords.

No need to fight this devilish girl, Feng Xiaolian.

The Divine King Funie "came back to life," holding a water lily, the golden-glowing natal water lily of Fairy Luo.

"Time to change clothes." The Divine King Funie stood on the ground with his jade feet, and with a casual wave of his hand, Feng Xiaolian's ghostly figure vanished.

Feng Xiaolian screamed, cursing incoherently, "Those two demon kings conspired to scheme and trap! Shameless, despicable, and a complete freak!"

"Say another word, and I'll erase your soul of being the number one idiot, sending you to the Demon Realm of Moro." As the God-King Fu Nie spoke, his eyes scrutinized Feng Xiaolian's alluring form.

"Those stupid men are truly wasting their talents." A wisp of snow mist rose, and the God-King Fu Nie and Feng Xiaolian's delicate bodies floated into the stone house.

"Young Master Feng, come in. You can't be left alone inside," the God-King Fu Nie called out sweetly to Ben Feng.

...

Ben Feng entered the stone house.

The study.

The enormous study had three courtyards and three entrances, surrounded by embroidered corridors. The study resembled a boudoir.

Indeed, it was a boudoir. The God-King Fu Nie had over twenty such boudoirs.

Ben Feng entered the study, watching the God-King Fu Nie stroll through two embroidered corridors, his fragrance wafting, until he reached a refined room. The God-King Fu Nie beckoned to Ben Feng, then opened the door and entered the refined room. Benfeng sat on the embroidered stool outside the elegant room.

A rustling sound and a delicate fragrance like snow plum blossoms wafted out. The embroidered door opened, and the Divine King of the Funiai emerged, dressed in a ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with silk sleeves and an embroidered silk bodice. A jade bracelet adorned her slender wrist, her skin even more supple and smooth than the bracelet.

She wore a short-sleeved, bright yellow gauze outer garment, which resembled the attire of a woman sitting idly before bed, making her even more alluring and captivating. Such attire was not meant for outsiders. Through the gauze, a pair of tender, jade-like shoulders were revealed, her slender arms showing no bone, and the snow-white silk ribbons could not conceal her alluring and delicate beauty. To the eye, she appeared supple, jade-like, and proudly radiant.

Beneath the gauze outer garment, she wore only a finely embroidered bodice, edged with exquisite peacock feathers. The brocade was embroidered with delicate silver threads, revealing two plump mounds beneath. Below the shoulders, they resembled two newly grown gourds, their soft flesh pressing against the embroidered bodice, succulent and exquisitely soft.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the Goddess of the Fluttering God had an exceptionally delicate and beautiful face, a slender waist, and a pair of prominent breasts that stretched the pattern of the bodice, overflowing and distorting their shape. A lotus lantern beside her reflected the alluring rise and fall of her curves. With the slightest movement, her two round, gourd-like breasts trembled and swayed, a sight that would leave one mesmerized.

Benfeng's throat tightened at the sight.

With a slight movement of her jade hand, Feng Xiaolian's body, supported by the snow mist, floated to the boudoir with its curtains drawn.

"Young Master Benfeng, Fairy Luo entrusted her golden body to you. Did she have any instructions?" The God-King Funie lazily sat down in the boudoir, looking at the delicate body of Feng Xiaolian.

"Fairy Luo probably knew this day would come. I think this is an opportunity that cannot be avoided." Benfeng already knew the God-King Funie's intentions; she wanted to fuse Fairy Luo's natal water lotus into Feng Xiaolian's body.

"Do you want to avoid it?" The God-King Funie gave Benfeng a captivating look.

"Avoid it? No, I can't avoid it... How could I avoid it?" Benfeng spoke bluntly.

"That's the truth... You're truly a rare idiot in this world... This world... it's truly... it's like looking at flowers through a fog..."

The God-King Funie's hands held Luo Mangli's natal water lotus, gently caressing Feng Xiaolian's chest. A large expanse of Feng Xiaolian's breasts was exposed below her neck. Perhaps due to the warmth of the lotus lamp by the bedside, her delicate and alluring body couldn't withstand the heat, and glistening with fragrant sweat. Her jade-like body actually moved slightly, and a drop of fragrant sweat slid into the snowy cleavage between her breasts. Her delicate cleavage was so swollen and full that there wasn't a single gap in the middle, and the sweat couldn't drip in. With a sway of her soft jade gourd, it trembled and rolled to the edge of her bodice, splashing a glistening liquid.

Ben Feng stared in disbelief, his Adam's apple bobbing again. The Divine King of the Brushing Hands focused his mind and clasped his hands together, pressing Luo Xianzi's natal water lotus into Feng Xiaolian's dantian.

The water lotus shimmered with golden light, gradually transforming into a wisp of azure silk.

A wisp of spirit essence. This wisp of spirit essence, formed by Luo Xianzi's unwavering will after her natal spirit was shattered by the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea, was swirled with several strands of clear natal true essence. Benfeng's consciousness probed subtly and saw dew-like crystals entwined on the essence threads. Within these transparent crystals, the otherworldly form of Fairy Luo remained unchanged.

A voice entered Benfeng's ears: "Watching the stars and moon rise and fall at will, letting the lotus bloom and wither on its own."

"Miss Funie, I feel something is amiss. Will forcing it like this damage Fairy Luo's true form?" Benfeng anxiously grabbed Funie Mumo's jade hand.

Feng Xiaolian's physical body was merely a shell, lacking the life-giving essence of the womb. Fairy Luo's natal water lotus was determined to seize the body and inhabit the spirit, to merge with the spirit for nourishment. Therefore, Benfeng remembered a passage on spirit parasitism in the *Shennong Pulse Classic* and intervened to stop Funie Mumo.

“Feng Xiaolian’s body lacks vital energy. I fear that Luo Xianzi’s wandering soul has been absorbed by her corpse… That ghost girl may not be skilled in magic, but she is adept at cunning schemes. For now, we’d better wait.”

Benfeng picked up Feng Xiaolian’s jade hand and began to take her pulse.

A corpse has a pulse. If it has a pulse, it can’t be considered a corpse. Benfeng’s essence swirled into the meridians in Feng Xiaolian’s chest, and all of them had pulsating lines.

But there was no vital energy. Benfeng knew that the initial vital energy could be formed by the union of yin and yang.

Fu Nie Mu Mo also thought of the union of yin and yang. Benfeng, however, was thinking of the union of yin and yang in a three-in-one way. Fu Nie Mu Mo was a demonic cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, and his natal spirit could control Feng Xiaolian’s body to have intercourse with a man, generating the initial vital energy, which would allow Luo Xianzi’s natal water lotus to conceive and give birth.

Only a three-in-one way could do this. Without a Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator like Fu Nie Mu Mo to oversee things, any random man, no matter how hard he tried, would be useless on Feng Xiaolian's corpse.

Of course, just any man couldn't be chosen. Having already experienced the bizarre mysteries of the Trinity, Ben Feng was the best choice, perhaps the only choice.

The fact that both the severely injured King Menmo and Fairy Luo chose Ben Feng as their husband wasn't a hasty decision, but a once-in-a-millennium opportunity.

How could King Fu Nie not know this?

With his clear consciousness, King Fu Nie was already blushing with embarrassment. Despite his embarrassment, he didn't wait for Ben Feng to say anything and began to undress.

Ben Feng didn't put on any pretense either, loosening his belt and pulling down his outer trousers. Just as he pulled them down to his buttocks, he heard Fu Nie Mu Mo say, "It's not like we're asking you to have sex, you don't need to take so many off."

"Then you don't need to take so many off either, we're just using them for Fairy Luo's conception." Ben Feng pulled his outer trousers up a bit more.

“How can men and women be the same…” Fu Nie Mu Mo sighed softly, her jade-like hands untying her silk robe.

If only she and Fu Nie could be one… Thinking of Luo Mang Li’s yearning for her natal water lotus, Ben Feng closed his eyes, letting Fu Nie undress him.

“You’re really dull-witted, always looking down on us demonic cultivators. You call her a fairy, but I call you ‘Miss’…” Fu Nie’s lament stirred Ben Feng’s heart.

“Open your eyes, I’m all undressed.”

Hearing Fu Nie’s sigh, Ben Feng opened his eyes.

Within a pair of lustrous jade-like shells, two smooth, straight legs swayed slightly. The veins of the knees were faintly visible beneath the snow-white skin, and the graceful curves of the legs, extending to the thighs, revealed an exquisite beauty. The snow-white buttocks swayed like two round moons, and two delicate, sunken mounds of skin at the waist further accentuated the high, firm shape of the hips, making them appear breathtakingly beautiful.

Benfeng quickly averted his gaze, looking at Feng Xiaolian's body.

Beside Feng Xiaolian's body was the brow-gathering mirror used by the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess. Benfeng could see the girl's jade-like body reflected in the mirror. The silvery moonlight illuminated her delicate form, which shimmered with a faint, crystalline sheen. Her tender belly was without a trace of fat, and curly, jet-black hair covered her rounded private parts. At the base of her thighs, two tender, fruit-like labia were slightly damp, even oozing a few drops of vaginal fluid...

Chapter 108 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Twenty-Four]

"Come on, you freak." Seeing that Ben Feng was only in a daze, the girl Fu Nie reminded him, then moved her buttocks to the edge of the bed, lifted the gauze curtain between the embroidered beds, and shyly took an embroidered pillow and lay down to one side. She could

n't remember how long she had spent with a man, maybe two hundred years, or maybe three hundred years. Fu Nie Mu Mo's body would only be given to one man—"What is this body in the world, that it can only be pledged once..." If she had intercourse with a man, she would give him up.

A woman even more fastidious than a germaphobe, a self-sacrificing demon king in the eyes of worldly cultivators. If one couldn't see through her true form, and was lucky enough to meet her, one would think that one had a long and unforgettable relationship with a fairy who was untouched by the dust of the world. To die beneath a fairy is practically the most coveted way for men to die.

Benfeng stared blankly for a long time, not in a hurry to die beneath the fairy. Benfeng's blank stare wasn't the blank stare of someone unaware of the ways of the ladies; it was the blank stare of someone lost in the cycle of reincarnation, reflecting on a period of incredibly happy days with Funie Mumo.

...

The Flower Sect, a sect despised by orthodox Daoist cultivators as a group of heretical cultivators, had Benfeng and Funie Mumo become, by a twist of fate, senior and junior brothers.

Neither of them had practiced any superior techniques; they spent their days just bickering and fooling around.

"Hmph, trying to escape? You took advantage of Third Senior Sister yesterday; I'll get my revenge for her today!" Funie Mumo chased after Benfeng, who was running around outside the stone house, laughing. "Fool, you can't escape!" She stretched out her jade wrist, releasing a flying ribbon that pulled Benfeng back from the doorway, and kicked him squarely in the buttocks.

Benfeng stumbled a few steps towards the door before regaining his balance.

Fu Nie Mumo, having kicked him, jumped up and down with glee, laughing, "Little freak, this kick is me kicking myself back, and the other one is from Third Senior Sister." She raised her foot to kick again, but then saw Benfeng slowly turn around, his face revealing a terrifying expression she'd never seen before—fierce, terrifying, and ruthless. She couldn't help but cry out in alarm, "You freak, what kind of madness are you going to unleash now…you scared me?"

Benfeng, as if possessed, coldly said, "You can hit a man's head, but you can't hit a man's face, and you definitely can't kick a man's butt, because... you can't touch a man's butt. Touching a man's butt is like touching his little darling... Hmph, whoever kicked my butt, I'll make sure she can never marry another man in her life."

"Who wants to marry a freak like you... I'll kick your butt anyway..." Fu Nie Mu Mo kicked again.

"You'll regret this, the sick cat is about to unleash its fury!" Benfeng stretched out his hands and reached for Fu Nie Mu Mo's two jade rabbits.

Fu Nie Mu Mo didn't even try to dodge, only curiously watching Benfeng's demonic claws.

Benfeng changed his grabbing to striking, hitting Fu Nie Mu Mo in the stomach. Before Fu Nie Mu Mo could react, he cried out in pain and slumped to the ground. Just as he tried to get up, Benfeng pounced on him and pinned him to the ground. Fu Nie Mu Mo pushed Ben Feng away in a panic: "You... idiot, what are you doing!"

Ben Feng chuckled, "I want to be your lover in the wild." Fu Nie Mu Mo closed her eyes and straightened up, her soft chest puffing out, her voice trembling as she said, "You dare? I'm your senior sister, you'd better watch out or I'll cut up your little darling and make soup."

Ben Feng said, "You've said that a hundred times already." Looking at her captivating face, he wanted to make a move, but he didn't know what he was afraid of, so he could only lie on top of her and grab her arm.

Fu Nie Mu Mo's face flushed from Ben Feng's weight, and she cried out, "Let me up!"

Ben Feng's heart fluttered when he saw her shy appearance, and his gaze unconsciously fell on Yu Lu's soft shoulders.

Fu Nie Mu Mo's heart pounded like a startled deer. Avoiding his lustful gaze, she said somewhat flusteredly, "Don't look around... Let go of me, or else..."

"Hmph, what can you do if I don't let go?" Ben Feng said shamelessly, his gaze still fixed on her jade-like arm, unable to resist the urge to touch it.

"You... freak... bullying me." Fu Nie Mu Mo struggled to get up, but Ben Feng held her down tightly. In the struggle, his arm accidentally brushed against her breast, instantly sending a shiver down her spine. Her heart pounded uncontrollably.

Fu Nie Mu Mo let out a low hum, bit her jade lips, and obediently said, "Good junior brother, I'm done playing, get up."

Ben Feng hummed twice, but said, "You tore up the Great Cave Scripture I stole from the Shangqing Sect, and kicked my bottom that I can't touch the most. How can you say you're done playing now?"

"Then what do you want? You stinking freak! You stupid fool, you big pervert, if you have the guts, let me up, and I'll play with you to the end." Fu Nie Mu Mo twisted her body in a fit of anger.

"You dare to curse me?" Ben Feng reached out and grabbed her jade shoulder, feeling its soft and smooth texture like solidified cream. A wicked thought rose in his heart. He suddenly grabbed the torn embroidered shirt, and with a rip, tore off a piece. The bodice underneath was revealed, with delicate, shimmering embroidery patterns faintly visible, obviously made of the finest silk.

Fu Nie Mu Mo's heart pounded, and she said softly, "No, Senior Sister is afraid of you, please spare Senior Sister."

"Finally found a way to deal with this wicked girl, this is so satisfying!" Ben Feng was overjoyed, staring at her slightly panicked expression, and said with an evil smile, "You tore my Great Cave Sutra, I'll tear your clothes, seems fair, right?"

"Freak! If you... dare to mess around again, I... I..." Fu Nie Mu Mo was really flustered. But she didn't really want to get angry with the freakish Shi Bei Di.

"What do you want?" Ben Feng used force and tore off another piece of her embroidered shirt, revealing her breast binder, which showed off her delicate jade skin as white as ice and snow. A thin strap made the surrounding area slightly bulge, and he immediately felt his mouth dry.

"You're still tearing! Please, don't tear it anymore." Fu Nie Mu Mo looked like she was about to cry.

"Hehe, that Great Cave Scripture has 360 pages in total. I only tore it twice, there's still so much left." Benfeng squinted at his senior sister beneath him, a wicked pleasure welling up inside him.

Fu Nie Mumo nearly fainted from anger upon hearing this. If this freakish junior brother tore it a few more times, she'd probably be completely naked. She yelled, "If you dare... tear it again, I'll definitely kill you, skin you alive, boil your flesh, and burn your bones!"

Afraid the wicked girl beneath him would struggle, Benfeng held her even tighter. In the struggle, the two rubbed against each other, arousing Benfeng's body to heat up. A sudden glance at the arched, jade-like waist beneath his shirt made his veins boil even more. He trembled with unbearable thirst and thrust his hands inside her shirt, making a chaotic, unrestrained advance.

Fu Nie Mumo felt a wave of weakness and struggled even more desperately.

Benfeng suddenly felt a soft rope beneath his feet, and an unprecedented wicked thought arose within him. He lifted the rope and bound his senior sister's wrists and legs, carrying her to the embroidered bed in the stone house.

Fu Nie Mumo lay half-reclined on the ground, her head against the edge of the bed, her delicate mouth agape, staring in surprise at the seemingly unfamiliar freakish junior brother.

Benfeng, panting heavily, stared at his senior sister, finding her usually fierce and mischievous nature unusual. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed her chest, ripping off her tightly bound breasts. In an instant, two full, firm breasts sprang out, swaying gently and alluringly. Fu Nie

Mumo gasped, desperately trying to pull her shoulders and abdomen in, but her wrists and legs were bound, and her delicate skin was exposed.

Benfeng felt a surge of heat throughout his body, and pounced on her, impatiently searching with his mouth and hands. His burning lust rapidly expanded, uncontrollable.

The overwhelming masculine scent made Fu Nie Mu Mo dizzy, a reaction she had never experienced before washing over her. Ben Feng's hand climbed onto her plump, soft breasts, greedily kneading them before suddenly lowering his face and opening his mouth to capture the delicate nipples, licking and sucking them excitedly and wildly, his heavy breaths spraying onto her snowy peaks.

Fu Nie Mu Mo let out a soft moan, her body struggling and twisting violently, trying to escape this impatient assault, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held her.

After a while, Ben Feng finally released her, his lips moving with intense conquest, tracing a path down her jade-like cleavage and snowy belly, his hands resting on her waist, one hand beginning to loosen the sash of her skirt.

Fu Nie Mu Mo's breathing grew increasingly rapid, the surrounding air seeming to turn into sweltering steam, her chest swelling, a feeling of dizziness washing over her.

Benfeng nibbled on Fu Nie Mumo's ear and whispered, "See if you dare bully me again..." With this excuse, Benfeng suddenly reached into her loosened gauze underpants...

"No! You freak, you've gone too far! Senior Sister will be angry!" Fu Nie Mumo nudged Benfeng's chest with her head, unaware that he had touched something below, causing large, cute, flushed bumps to rise.

Benfeng's fingers were nestled in a soft, creamy mound, and he unconsciously explored carefully, as if afraid that being too abrupt would break something. Suddenly, his fingertips touched a tender little bean, trembling lively, slippery and hard to grasp, feeling incredibly sensitive.

"Oh no! My stinky junior brother actually touched there..." Fu Nie Mumo's heart pounded with fear, her body tensing and then trembling. Suddenly, she felt a wave of heat wash over her, as if something had spilled from the depths of her flower garden. She gasped in alarm, her entire pretty face burning.

Benfeng felt a burning sensation at his fingertips, his hands already covered in slippery, sticky silk. His mind was filled with strange and erotic thoughts, and a strong urge to see for himself surged within him. "What is a woman's 'down there' really like...? Is it truly a secluded path leading to endless pleasure?" He simply withdrew his hand, wanting to see but unable to, he reached down and touched Fu Nie Mu Mo's thighs, hooking his fingers around one end of her underpants. With a gentle push, he

forcefully pulled down the soft, jade-like underpants beneath his senior sister's skirt. Fu Nie Mu Mo was about to struggle, but Benfeng forcefully pressed her legs down with his knee. One of his demonic hands lifted her skirt and once again conquered her tender forbidden zone. With repeated, wanton kneading, waves of irresistible numbness and soreness gradually spread from her lower abdomen, capturing her bottom line and causing her tense body to slowly relax.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Benfeng lifted her embroidered skirt high and rolled it around her waist. Looking down, he saw that beneath her pert, snowy breasts, her pubic hair was sparse and soft as green grass, with a pink slit that he had already rubbed open, glistening with a crystal-clear luster that made one's heart race.

Fu Nie Mu Mo was unable to move, only able to helplessly gaze at his unrestrained lustful eyes, her whole body burning with shame, her heart filled with resentment and wanting to cry: "Waaah... he saw everything... he saw everything..."

Ben Feng stared intently, but apart from the creamy pink, he could not see the mysterious and beautiful scene inside the crevice. Suddenly, he remembered the pictures of men and women having sex in a erotic book he had read. A surge of heat rapidly overwhelmed him. He breathed heavily, hurriedly unbuckled his belt, took off his outer trousers and underpants, and impatiently moved his already erect and hard member to his senior sister's crotch. The hot and large tip pressed against the wet and slippery part, and the moment it touched her, he couldn't help but shudder, his whole body trembling with each wave of tension.

Fu Nie Mu Mo was startled to realize that her freakish junior brother was touching her forbidden area with a strange and frightening part of his body. A surge of heat rushed to her head, and she seemed to hear her heart pounding softly. She cried out in alarm, "No, no, please don't!"

But Ben Feng seemed not to hear her. He used his hands and knees to press her down firmly. He tentatively pushed forward, but before he could go any further, his front end seemed to be tightly gripped by something, both tough and slippery. It was so beautiful that she couldn't help but hiss and gasp.

The fierce and mischievous senior sister, who loved to tease her junior brother, seemed to understand what was about to happen, and trembled with fear, crying, "Please... don't tease me anymore, I'm really scared of you, please stop."

Benfeng increased his strength slightly, but still couldn't go any further. However, he felt that the harder he tried, the more pleasurable it was. So he straightened his waist, and his swollen tip swept and explored between the two tender petals, making the senior sister moan softly. "A woman's path is indeed as depicted in those erotic paintings. So it turns out that when a man touches a woman here, it feels so good..."

Fu Nie Mu Mo opened her eyes wide and desperately shrank back. Little did she know that this shy and fearful appearance only made the freakish junior brother more unrestrained, and his strength increased. Suddenly, she felt an unbearable, strong soreness surge from below, attacking her heart. She couldn't help but let out a soft cry, her head lunged forward, and she bit Benfeng's shoulder. "

...

Senior Sister, why did you really bite me?" Benfeng awoke from the cycle of reincarnation, but was still somewhat dazed and confused as he spoke to the God-King Funie, who was lying on his side by the bed.

The God-King Funie had his back to Benfeng, holding the Frowning Mirror in his hand. With his clear divine sense, he condensed the scene of Feng Xiaolian lying across the jade table, a scene that had been repeatedly criticized by later generations.

The lying body moved slightly with its exquisite curves, and a group of princes and ministers overflowing with lust stared greedily...

their eyes drooling.

Chapter 109 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Twenty-Five]

"Who bit you? Only a fool would bite you... Why are you still standing there? Come up and see, Xiaolian is lying across the jade table, why aren't you up... Look at those men, they're practically bursting their pants." The God-King Funie's delicate immortal body turned slightly toward Benfeng, and her naturally beautiful eyes looked at Benfeng standing by the bed.

Benfeng's outer trousers had fallen below his knees, his underpants still covering that thing. The freak was wearing a pair of fine silk trousers embroidered with erotic pictures by Madam Feng. That pile of things stood out conspicuously.

"Goddess, let me ask you, you demonic cultivators, when you possess a body, do you first erase a section of your consciousness's memories?" Benfeng crouched down beside the bed and crawled into the curtains, his expression remarkably calm. Benfeng really wanted to know if Fu Nie still remembered the cute way she pointed at his nose that time. Benfeng

stared at Fu Nie, a different kind of inquiry in his heart.

On the bed—a Goddess with a fairy-like, jade-like body, and the body of Feng Xiaolian, nurtured to the extreme of allure by a third-stage ghost... the three bodies forming a trinity, it was simply heaven above. It was all about

people, timing, and fate. It was understandable that this ghost girl, Feng Xiaolian, would be a little jealous—every time this ghost girl did something evil, she would be followed by a stroke of good fortune.

"I won't tell you, you can guess for yourself..." The God-King chuckled. "You freak, you actually call me God-King Girl, but you never call me Fairy?"

"Calling me Fairy in bed isn't appropriate. After we're done, after we've nurtured Fairy Luo's primordial spirit, we'll hold hands and go outside, look at the stars, and I can call you Fairy a hundred times." Benfeng felt that since he was about to make love with the God-King Girl, he shouldn't profane the word "Fairy."

The Goddess Wang slightly rose, looking at Benfeng with a coquettish expression, "Just call out once, please."

"Well... since you're so determined, calling out once is fine, but I have conditions. I think we should first unite once, to develop a tacit understanding for procreation, before conceiving in Feng Xiaolian's body. That's the only foolproof plan. You know, I'm worried that if anything goes wrong, I'll be letting down Fairy Luo who entrusted me with all this hardship..." Benfeng once again invoked his gentle, kind-hearted secret, causing the Goddess Wang to look at him with newfound respect.

The Goddess Wang, having obtained Luo Mangli's natal water lotus from the Buddhist guardians, certainly couldn't just find any man to unite with, or casually conceive and give birth in Feng Xiaolian's heart.

This matter concerned the second fool's demonic tribulation, the Golden Immortal's second ascension, and the completion of the Demon King's immortal body; it required utmost caution.

Benfeng simply considered it a favor, doing a convenient favor for the fairy Luo of Kunlun.

The Goddess of the Goddess stared intently at Benfeng, her eyes filled with a deep, unsettling light. "Then take everything off and come to bed. I'll grant your wish... I'll call you 'Fairy' just for you, you freak... Sigh, sigh, it's an inescapable curse."

"Goddess of the Goddess... Fairy... I'm coming..." Benfeng, completely naked, his buttocks pressed against the bed, slowly scooted to the Goddess of the Goddess's side. He lifted his leg and pressed it between her two plump, jade-like legs. The Goddess of the Goddess hooked her delicate calves and rubbed her bare feet against the fleshy cleft of his waist and hips. Her incredibly smooth skin was like powdered pearls, so smooth that he couldn't help but tilt his head back, and his manhood trembled violently...

The Goddess of the Goddess lay back, her thick hair spread out, beneath her a finely embroidered brocade mat. Her pair of pointed, round, gourd-shaped breasts stood high, their swollen nipples glistening with a fine, misty sheen, a hint of purple amidst the cherry red, like ripe, dewy purple grapes.

The goddess was initially somewhat reserved, but after a while of lewd behavior with Benfeng, she became completely uninhibited. Her ethereal face always wore a smile, sometimes playful, sometimes alluring, occasionally revealing a dignified and aloof beauty, or a touch of shy charm, truly making Benfeng feel tender and protective, unwilling to clumsily engage in any sordid affairs between them.

She grasped his fully erect lower body with one hand, skillfully manipulating it, pursing her lips and giggling. She was slightly surprised when she touched it, then showed an approving expression, biting her lip as if somewhat shy; her other soft hand, however, pulled his hand, guiding it to her inner thigh, where the warm, tender flesh was wet and slippery, the contracting and gripping flesh crisp and resilient, comparable only to the tender, fleshy breasts in her memory, but even breasts couldn't compare to her soft, moist warmth.

The girl was truly unpretentious, lacking the affected mannerisms of worldly women.

Benfeng, somewhat brazenly, began to tease, his fingertips suddenly gripped by a tight band of flesh, pulling out a glistening thread of fluid that stretched four or five inches before breaking, its slickness surpassing even the juices of a milk fruit.

The goddess lowered her knees, raising her jade-like mons pubis, her muscular crotch tightening. This movement created an even more pronounced triangular valley between her thighs, the delicate cherry blossoms peeking out, the entire garden perfectly rounded, the two light brown labia like slices of milk fruit, slightly parted with a honeyed crevice.

She grasped Benfeng's curved penis with both hands, slowly swallowing it, the amber-colored opening tightly gripping the filthy object gradually squeezing out a translucent, lychee-juicy fluid.

"Slow...slow down! Freak." Her rosy lips trembled, her hazy eyes sometimes gripping Benfeng, sometimes smiling alluringly, trembling with each thrust, as if she couldn't take it anymore; only when it was completely inside her did she let out a long breath, squinting and murmuring, "Freak...just for this one time, I don't know how long it's been! I haven't experienced this in so long...so hard, so hard, it's...making it hard for me to breathe." She gestured with her jade hand to her flat stomach, her cheeks flushed, her shy appearance like that of an innocent little girl who hadn't yet understood the ways of the world, both alluring and infatuated. Benfeng

couldn't control himself and began to ride her.

At first, his movements were a little clumsy and hesitant, but the Goddess's lubrication was so abundant that with each deep thrust, he could clearly feel his member squeezing out a gush of fluid from its incredibly tight opening. A spray of fluid gushed between their thighs, soaking not only their buttocks and anus, but also their lower abdomens and chests. The pleasure of penetration was unparalleled, a state of ecstasy.

The goddess's delicate hands gripped the embroidered pillow tightly, rummaging through the jade mat and brocade quilt, struggling to tear down the hanging gauze curtains, and even trying to climb onto his neck. He, however, raised his upper body, allowing her to touch his breasts, watching her sway her head and waist, her round, firm breasts trembling with each impact, her snow-white neck tilted back as she breathed out. I could imagine the soul-stirring pleasure of this selfless fairy.

"Good...freak! You really are a freak..." In just a moment, a sharp sense of release surged through my dragon, bursting forth from its tip. I collapsed between her sweaty peaks, my filthy member feeling as if gripped by countless jade hands, erupting uncontrollably. For a moment, I forgot everything, lost in a trance as if ascending to heaven.

A moment later, he felt warmth beneath him. The goddess's beautiful face was buried between his legs, her slippery, clove-like tongue lightly scraping the base of his filthy member, licking it from top to bottom. Her small, rosy lips lightly pecked at the tip of his member, licking away the drop of filthy fluid that oozed from it. The member, glistening with fragrant saliva, produced a thin strand of fluid that stretched from her cherry-like mouth, looking exceptionally alluring.

This was a scene he could never have dreamed of.

In an instant, Benfeng trembled again. His member was like a piece of jade, smooth all over, without a single vein.

The goddess straddled his waist, holding his frightening member as she slowly sat down. Benfeng felt his entire member sink into a tight, deep valley, as if encircled by warm, smooth jade rings. Halfway down, a stream of hot fluid trembled and squeezed out of her vulva, flowing down his buttocks, and he felt a lubricating wetness at his anus.

The fairy maiden slowly lowered herself down, finally reaching the bottom, her legs trembling involuntarily. Both closed their eyes, then raised their heads together, embracing tightly, exhaling a breath of fresh air into each other's mouths.

Benfeng stared intently at the fairy maiden's flawless, jade-like face, her high, firm breasts, and her slender waist, unwilling to look away even for a moment. The second time, the fairy maiden swayed extremely slowly, her delicate legs moving up and down like a female general charging into battle, her fragrant sweat constantly rolling and splashing between her undulating body, covering Benfeng's face and chest.

At their point of contact, the lewd scent of their intercourse mingled with the damp sweat and the fairy's unique fragrance, creating an intoxicating aroma.

This woman… she used to be my senior sister… I actually used to hang out in the infamous Flower Sect, so it seems I'm not exactly a saint myself… Now, on this warm embroidered mat, I'm indulging in this alluring and beautiful body, like this, as if I want to crush her body, gripping her well-proportioned, slender waist, thrusting upwards with force… Ben Fengmi thought of the little fairy he once saw while riding a flying sword around the celestial palace, now intertwined with him on the bed, their sweat mingling.

…

The fairy suddenly arched her back, her body trembling violently. Her tight, tender cavity seemed to have encountered an uninvited guest, hastily contracting. Ben Fengmi thrust upwards fiercely, gradually feeling a hint of release. Suddenly,

a tremor ran through him, a surge of pleasure welled up in his chest, and he abruptly tilted his head back and opened his mouth, a powerful vibration shooting from his heart straight to his sea of consciousness, as if sound waves were emanating from it. The goddess embraced his neck, transferring her fragrant, cool, and smooth lips into his mouth. Their saliva flowed freely as they kissed, lost in their own world.

After a moment of passionate kissing, the goddess turned her head and gently nibbled at Benfeng's earlobe. Their necks intertwined, and a strand of her hair, damp with fragrant sweat, fell onto Benfeng's face, a few strands still clinging to his cheek.

Benfeng turned his chin, caressing the jade-like skin of her neck, his hands cupping her two pointed breasts, indulging in unrestrained pleasure. He felt the constant whispers of intense intoxication and the wet, trembling breaths that filled his ears. Just as he was about to rise and kiss those beautiful things, she suddenly pressed down on his shoulders with both hands. The slender-waisted fairy with broad shoulders and a delicate waist arched her back, supporting herself, her jade buttocks thrusting, scraping heavily against his filthy member. Her waist and legs trembled uncontrollably. Her jade hands tightly cupped Benfeng's face, her face, glistening with fragrant sweat, revealing a beautiful and sexy expression. She murmured softly, "Quick...

this servant wants the monster to play with this servant..." Benfeng clumsily gripped her delicate waist, thrusting forcefully against the hollow between his thighs. His member throbbed rapidly, then was suddenly pinched by the flesh, bursting out like molten lava!

He felt weak all over, as if he had been drained dry, yet he felt a great, unreserved pleasure.

The fairy placed her hands on Benfeng's abdomen, supporting her curvaceous body, her snowy buttocks raised high, and took a deep breath, as if she had been intoxicated by the spray, her consciousness soaring to the heavens.

Unexpectedly, this breath was endless. Benfeng's smooth little hands pressed against the spot where his legs and abdomen met, the wet and tight tender cavity continuously contracting, as if trying to cut off the still-erect thing. Several streams of essence inside him were continuously drawn out from the tip like threads being pulled, the urge to ejaculate disappearing in the blink of an eye, only to rise again with that unstoppable feeling of gushing forth. This repeated itself, and Benfeng, this virgin, finally realized the deep endowment of the goddess.

Benfeng was squeezed so tightly that his waist was suspended off the mat, feeling indescribably refreshed and happy. He didn't know how much time had passed when an extremely comfortable, cool, and moist feeling suddenly spread from his secret place below. Soft, boneless jade hands patted his chest, abdomen, and legs like playing a zither, and that moist energy permeated his entire body like water, clearing his mind and making his meridians feel incredibly comfortable.

The goddess held his face in her hands, gazing at him with an unobstructed view. His fair and delicate face seemed even more radiant, with a faint halo around it, making him even more stunning and captivating.

After a series of flirtatious glances, the fairy gently parted her lips and softly said, "Inhale—inhale again—exhale—hmm, so good." Benfeng did as she was told, and the thing still immersed in her tender shell slowly rose, filling her deeply and fully, trembling and overflowing a small stream of filth...

Chapter 110 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Twenty-Six]

Feiqin and Feiqi were sitting in the royal-style study of the stone house, reading the "Great Cave Scripture" that Taoist cultivators were vying for... Purple Pure Yuhua Forest, long sleep beyond the Great Void, Jade Chamber Great Treasure Cloud, Nine Fan Embryos Within, Azure Jade Bin Reborn, Guarding this Long Night Meeting, Five Spirits Transform Talisman Book, Nine Unifications Combine Nine Lights, Tai Xuan Resides in Jade Pure, Purple Yang Radiates Ten Thousand Life, Mysterious Essence Nurtures Nine Spirits, Primordial Father Forms Immortal Embryo...

The two women were quite puzzled by "Mysterious Essence Nurtures Nine Spirits, Primordial Father Forms Immortal Embryo" and only had a vague understanding of the rest. According to Feiqin, they shouldn't have been reading it. But the two women didn't want to leave Benfeng. Feiqi felt that Young Master Feng had been bewitched by the Demon King and should be warned.

Also… the two women were truly and sincerely infatuated with Young Master Feng, unable to bear losing him. Having just tasted the ultimate pleasures of their lives, the two women felt an uncontrollable heat rising from the depths of their bodies… "Ten times of initial inclination, attaining the Great Faith Root…

" Reading the *Great Cave Scripture*, the two women couldn't help but think of Young Master Feng's deadly root…

…If Young Master Feng had fallen for the Demon King's tricks, would he have done *that* to him? Feiqin couldn't bear to watch any longer and stood up, saying to Feiqi, "I have to go inside and check. We can't let the Demon King harm this Young Master Feng."

Feiqi replied, "The two of us are no match for the Demon King Feng. Going there would only be suicide."

Feiqin opened her phoenix eyes wide and looked at Feiqi. "So what if we die? If you're scared, you can go down the mountain and send a warning to the sect leader. I'll go in alone."

"If we're going to die, we'll die together... I've already tried. This stone house has been set up with a magic array by the Demon King. We're afraid we'll become prisoners that the Demon King can kill at will. I'm afraid we'll become the lowest of slave girls..."

Feiqi's face showed anger.

"The Demon King is indeed ruthless!" Feiqin snorted hatefully, "I'd rather die than be with this young master Feng."

"Though we may not live in the same grave, we'll die together. Let's go, let's fight to the death with the Demon King!" Feiqi released her flying sword and lifted the blue beaded gauze curtain of the side door leading from the study to the elegant room in the back garden.

The Demon King's stone palace was exquisite in every detail.

Excessively luxurious, extravagantly fastidious.

The two women walked through the corridor, and without needing to listen closely, they could already hear the Demon King's flirtatious laughter as he teased this young master Feng.

The door to the elegant room was open, and behind two golden pearl-beaded gauze curtains was a purple wooden screen painted with fairies descending with dew. Behind the screen was a layer of misty vapor.

...

Behind the screen stood a round cork tub. Feng Xiaolian, completely naked, immersed her body in the tub with her eyes closed. The thick steam rising from the tub was from the bathwater, and judging from the swirling mist, the water was very warm, making the woman feel completely comfortable.

...

Feng Xiaolian's smooth, jade-like hands gently released her thick hair, strands of which, wet from the bathwater, fell in clumps over the edge of the tub. Her two delicate, jade-like arms rested on the rim, revealing her smooth, shapely armpits. Her armpits were as smooth as jade, tempting one to gently nibble and savor them. With each gentle ripple, a pair of round, white breasts rose, water droplets sliding down their curved surfaces, revealing two delicate nipples beneath the water, pale orange and soft, pink and supple, their heads held high, eager to rise from the surface, utterly alluring.

Ben Feng was mesmerized. The primordial spirit of the Fairy of the Brush and Pinch was attached to Feng Xiaolian's body, yet her every move remained untouched by worldly dust. The Divine King of the Brush and Pinch, with his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, could have easily avoided physical contact with Ben Feng and engaged in the intimate act of direct penetration, but he couldn't resist hearing the call of "Fairy," and thus indulged in five blissful moments of marital bliss with this rather eccentric and foolish Ben Feng.

Feng Xiaolian's body seemed to possess a soul; her delicate neck leaned back against the edge of the tub, her jade-like chin slightly raised, her ample bosom rising and falling gracefully, accompanied by soft snores as if she were about to take a nap in the tub… Ben Feng approached, still self-absorbed, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, completely lost in the moment.

After a while, wisps of heat emanated from the hanging beaded curtains and gauze, revealing another breathtakingly alluring sight of her body immersed in the tub.

What lay there was a sight to behold, a testament to the awe-inspiring artistry of nature. Feng Xiaolian's legs were perfectly proportioned, two smooth, straight legs gently swaying in the tub, with a mound of white jade-like pubic hair nestled between her thighs, its fine black hairs swaying softly in the water like seaweed.

Benfeng, having seen Feng Xiaolian's exquisite body several times, still felt his throat tighten, his face flushed, and dared not look any longer. Just as he was about to gently back away, he suddenly heard a sinister noise outside the door, and a mournful ghostly voice came through the screen to Benfeng's ears: "You, you've gone too far! Give me back my body!"

"It's you again, Feng Xiaolian, why did you have to spoil the mood at this time?" Fu Nie Shenwang whimpered, her eyes still closed, her voice sweet and languid, still nasal: "Do you know that I'm cleansing myself right now? At times like this, I hate being disturbed the most." She rubbed her delicate forehead, about to get up, but was extremely embarrassed to see Benfeng standing dumbfounded by the bathtub. As if in fear, she covered her chest with her hands and hid underwater, splashing a crystal-like bath liquid onto her rising body.

Feng Xiaolian's ghostly shadow suddenly floated in, "It's either fish die or net breaks! I won't let you succeed, hmph!"

The God-King Funie seemed not to hear anything, her cheeks flushed as she looked at Benfeng, whose eyes were wide open. Her jade-like face held a mixture of shyness and anger, but to Benfeng, it was breathtakingly beautiful. Her captivating expression, one hand covering her chest, the other her crotch, playfully signaled Benfeng to be quiet, "Let's not fight to the death with her, we're not afraid of her."

Her jade-like body shimmered in the water, her soft hands casually swaying, trying to conceal her two round, proud breasts—a futile attempt to hide them. Benfeng, unaware that his foolishness was already hidden within the God-King Funie's clam-shadow formation, simply watched as the enraged Feng Xiaolian raged at the God-King Funie.

From Feng Xiaolian's ghostly voice, Benfeng heard jealousy; the ghost girl was actually jealous.

"Did you hear me? You have no choice. Get out. I want to cleanse myself with my husband in this tub. I don't want anyone disturbing me."

The Buddha-Nie Goddess glanced at Benfeng shyly, then stretched out her jade arm and grabbed his hand. Benfeng didn't care about Feng Xiaolian's desperate act. He leaned over the edge of the tub and blew a breath towards the Buddha-Nie Goddess. His filthy, once-revealed member stirred, his crotch bulging and revealing its frightening shape. The Buddha-Nie Goddess pulled Benfeng into the tub with a forceful pull.

Feng Xiaolian, however, seemed to have encountered a ghost, her ghostly figure swirling around the gauze curtain. The

Buddha-Nie Goddess, leaning against the edge of the tub, used her legs to hold Benfeng down, preventing him from surfacing. After a while, she patted the gauze floating on the water, signaling Benfeng to emerge. Only then did Benfeng surface and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Shh...that ghost girl is about to get angry, she's going to chop your head off." The Goddess of the Fist, her lips pursed, gestured for Ben Feng to be quiet. Her slender left index finger gently pressed against Ben Feng's lips. Ben Feng inhaled deeply, and in his hazy state, he felt a moist, sweet scent on his lips, and couldn't resist gently biting them. The Fairy of the Fist giggled softly,

biting her lip to suppress the ticklish laughter, her exquisitely delicate body trembling slightly as she pressed against Ben Feng. The bathtub wasn't large enough for two people to sit side-by-side. The Fairy of the Fist hooked her jade-like feet around Ben Feng's, letting him sit at the bottom of the tub first, before slowly straddling him herself.

The ghost girl was still darting around among the gauze curtains. There were clearly invisible magic arrays between the curtains. The ghost girl was truly overestimating herself; if she weren't strong enough, she wouldn't even have the right to fight to the death. This ghost girl was simply driven mad by anger and panic.

The two moved with extreme lightness, as if afraid of being seen by the ghost girl. A pair of straight, slender, jade-like legs straddled Ben Feng's waist, her rounded mons pubis pressed against Ben Feng's underpants. Suddenly,

she felt something pressing against her, hard and hot, rubbing against her tender mons pubis through the smooth silk underpants. She felt a surge of desire and tried to get up, supporting herself on the edge of the tub; but as soon as she lifted herself up, she felt a strange emptiness. In her hesitation, Ben Feng's hands had already grasped her plump, wasp waist. Ben Feng's body was hot, his mind was burning. The moment his hands touched her smooth flesh, he didn't want to let go. A strange desire boiled from the depths of his heart, difficult to suppress. He couldn't help but lower his head to nibble and caress the fairy's snowy, soft breasts, while his other hand climbed up to her round, large left breast. Feng Xiaolian's body, which made men drool, featured a pair of large jade gourds, the jade itself incredibly soft and supple. The smooth, moist liquid left intricate lines, making them silky to the touch and irresistible to the touch. The lower edges of the gourds hung heavily in perfect arcs, their jade-like flesh overflowing, nestled naturally beneath her slender waist and full, yet not bony, jade shoulders. The

proud jade gourds were a light, lustrous color, incredibly smooth. Ben Feng held her left gourd freely, the soft flesh overflowing between his fingers, impossible to grasp firmly. As he rubbed it, he suddenly felt a hard, raised point against his palm. Releasing his grip slightly, he saw the jade rim tremble violently, revealing a delicate, round, peach-tip-like tip.

From the side, the entire jade gourd resembled a ripe, almost bursting peach, possessing a perfect balance of pointed, upturned, round, and full shape—beautiful in shape and with an exquisite feel. Engrossed in the kneading, Benfeng couldn't resist lowering his head to bite, gently nibbling at the tender cherry tip and pulling it outwards. The jade shape was suddenly bitten until it stood up sharply, incredibly soft.

"Ah, ah ah... Freak, who told you to bite? Stop biting..." This scene was proceeding according to the procedures of the God of Kneading, but the moment Benfeng bit her, she seemed to remember something... It seemed to be the feeling of being violated by the freakish junior brother in the Flower Sect hundreds of years ago, a feeling of wanting to accept but not wanting to accept... The wonderful feeling of being both numb and itchy, yet full of anticipation, on her tender tip was somewhat unfamiliar. The Fairy of Kneading, with her instincts, dodged and pushed back, looking like a mortal woman being bullied by a wicked young master, quite helpless, struggling weakly in the bathtub.

Benfeng's excitement intensified. Ignoring the fairy's unintelligible resistance, he relentlessly fondled her intoxicatingly firm breasts.

Unlike the fleshy peaks of the God King's body, Feng Xiaolian's skin, nourished by the snow dew of the Purple Bowl Grass, was as tender as pearls in water, smooth as fat, and incredibly round and plump. Its whiteness, like crystal, revealed faint blue veins, as if it couldn't withstand the weight of its fullness and weight, and was about to fall like a jade bell. With just a gentle pinch, the gourd would bounce uncontrollably in the palm. Such a pair of proud treasures was enough to make any lustful man grab and bite them. Benfeng loved Feng Xiaolian's pair of jade gourds. While feeling pity for them, he couldn't help but ravage and fondle them. The

Fairy's breathing became more rapid, her wet hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed. Her delicate appearance was a world apart from the aloof arrogance that made her look down on worldly men, which fueled his lewd desire to tease her even more. Benfeng held her jade-like body tightly, kissing her from her neck down to her chest.

...The unfamiliar yet familiar scent of the man who had forced himself on her stirred the Fairy of Bliss's consciousness, bringing to mind scenes of passionate, intoxicating pleasure. Benfeng's somewhat clumsy embrace and caresses, his rough yet tender nibbling, and the ecstatic sensation he was creating in her body—a body that shouldn't belong to her—almost made the Fairy of Bliss forget that she was about to conceive and bear a child for Fairy Luo.

"Stop...if you keep going, I won't be able to conceive for Fairy Luo."

Benfeng ignored her, continuing on his way.

The Fairy of Bliss pounded her jade-like chest with her jade fists, twisting her body to avoid being further violated by his filthy hands, her legs tightly clamping around his waist, playfully refusing to let him remove his undergarments...water splashed everywhere in the wooden tub...

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