[Fantasy] Li Benfeng's Three Palaces and Six Courtyards (Complete) - Episodes 28-30 (End)

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Chapter 139 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [55]

If in a righteous cultivation sect, your master asked you to choose between ascending to immortality and the pleasures of the mortal world, no one would choose the pleasures of the mortal world. They would all focus on cultivation until they achieved the Great Ascension and became a Golden Immortal, revered by all the sects.

However, I, Feng, genuinely find pleasure in the pleasures of the mortal world. As for cultivation, I always act according to my own nature and do not force anything.

If I could ascend to immortality, it would be best if I could bring a group of beautiful ladies with me, and preferably also the flowers and plants of Tianlai Mountain. Otherwise, ascending alone would be quite uninteresting.

Feng's few teasing words with Zi Mang also implied the true meaning of seeking without seeking.

Menmolu was sweating profusely. In the demonic cultivation world, there has never been a demonic female cultivator who, when she threw herself into the Heavenly Demon Life-Giving Formation, had an unrelated man accompany her to die for the demon.

No! Absolutely not.

Demonic cultivators and Daoist cultivators are equally self-serving, using everything for their own benefit, even resorting to any means necessary. Anyone can be used to help them break through their cultivation level.

Therefore, since its inception, no demonic cultivator in the Heavenly Demon Path has ever attempted to use two people together to refine a dried corpse or stillborn fetus to generate life; this is absolutely impossible.

Zi Mang, however, suddenly understood and clamored for a feast.

Ben Feng, who loves feasting, hurriedly released the Golden Clam Divine Wood and asked, "Who's coming with me to prepare the food?"

"I'll go! Sister Zi Diao and I will go too. Sister Zi Diao said that many chefs who can cook all kinds of dishes have come to Fu'ai City." The cleansed Golden Clam demon hadn't seen the Heavenly Demon Life-Giving Array, nor had she heard what Zi Mang was saying. She only saw Ben Feng and Zi Mang talking back and forth, seemingly getting along very well.

A Zi was the same; she only saw the two talking but hadn't heard a single word. The Divine King of Fu Nie cast a soundproof array around the two, preventing them from hearing anything.

Ben Feng, A Zi, and the Golden Clam Demon, hidden within the Golden Clam Divine Wood, slowly floated into Fu'ai City.

Fu'ai City appeared peaceful, but danger lurked everywhere. The shops on the street were open as usual, some already eagerly hanging colorful lanterns.

Ben Feng revealed himself, rented a carriage from the East Gate Inn, drove it himself, but left A Zi and the Golden Clam Demon hidden within the Golden Clam Divine Wood.

"You two mustn't reveal your whereabouts. In Fu'ai City right now, we've only gone a few hundred steps west from the East Gate, and there are already twenty-three late-stage and peak-stage Earth Immortal cultivators secretly following us… it's a constant threat." Ben Feng's consciousness could detect the invisible Earth Immortal cultivators.

"I have a magical artifact that allows me to hide, so I'm not afraid of them. Even if I run into King Heszab, I can escape. However, I don't want anyone to know that I'm with you. If I do, my information will be greatly devalued. In Fu'ai City, Li Benfeng's information is the most valuable... I'm quite curious why you're so openly showing yourself in Fu'ai City. With you showing yourself, some people will have to revise their plans." Azi sat upright in the Golden Clam Divine Wood, her consciousness constantly scanning her surroundings. In front of a shop, several shop assistants who were idly strolling around were also possessed by a demon.

"Sister Zidiao is really good at scheming. Are you going to become a big tycoon in the mortal world?" The little Golden Clam demon chuckled, resting its chin on its hand, only concerned with the vendors selling clay figurines on the street.

Benfeng first ordered some snacks from a few street stalls, and then, letting Azi point out, ordered more than a dozen main dishes from two restaurants.

The carriage traveled through two streets and saw the sign for Qin's Restaurant at the street corner.

The Qin family of Yingfu Mountain also had business in Fu'ai City.

Before the carriage even reached the door, waiters were already waiting to greet it. Qin Tong, the head of the Longmen Daoist sect, stood broad-shouldered on the second floor.

"Sect Leader Li, how have you been?" Qin Tong laughed heartily. "

Sect Leader Qin, what brings you to the Western Frontier to join the fun?" Ben Feng was very pleased to see Qin Tong. During the Battle of Qianmen Town, Qin Tong only cared about drinking from large bowls, ignoring Dugu Jialuo's palace decree, an act that was enough to make him proud among the secular Daoist sects.

"It's a coincidence. The old lady was looking for an ancient zither. Half a month ago, I heard that there was a rare item in Fu'ai City, so I came here as soon as I could." Qin Tong said.

"Fortunately, I've stumbled upon your Qin family's restaurant. I'll have to get you plenty of good wine and food." Ben Feng immediately flew up to the second floor.

Qin Tong led Ben Feng into the top-class room.

"At this moment, Fu'ai City is fraught with danger at every turn. How can you still have the leisure to prepare wine and food?" Qin Tong asked Ben Feng with considerable surprise.

"I've fought my way to Fu'ai City, and it's rare for me to have a few days of peace." Ben Feng sat down in a chair and said to Qin Tong, "Let's have a few cups of hot wine first. I want to catch up with Sect Leader Qin about our old friendship in Qianmen Town."

Qin Tong instructed the waiter outside to prepare wine and food, then sat down opposite Ben Feng and said, "I have some news that might be very useful to you. News has come from the palace that Dugu Jialuo intends to bring the abbots of Buddhist temples around the capital to Tianlai Mountain to pay respects to my master. What do you think, Brother Ben Feng?"

"Dugu Jialuo wants to pay respects to my master... My master has already passed away, and everyone in the Buddhist and Taoist sects knows this. What is that old hag up to?" Ben Feng felt that this news was too sudden.

Qin Tong said, "Dugu Jialuo certainly has her own intentions; calling her venomous wouldn't be an exaggeration. Given her personality, her current actions are already quite restrained… Her tolerance must have its reasons."

Benfeng thought to himself: Why isn't she being more patient now?

Azi transmitted her voice to Benfeng: "What's so hard to figure out? Dugu Jialuo now has a powerful force supporting her, and she believes she can eliminate you and your current power. That's why she went to Tianlai Mountain to pay respects to Bodhisattva Shen. Her visit to Bodhisattva Shen is a pretense; her real intention is to lure you into a trap."

"She…lured me into a trap? Me, Li Benfeng, and she's so interested?" Benfeng was clearly blinded by his own involvement. Benfeng still considered himself insignificant, not realizing that his actions in the Western Regions had already alarmed several reclusive Daoist sects close to the Kunlun Sect, and also stirred up the Heavenly Demon Path of the demonic cultivation world. If the Heavenly Demon Saintess were to enter the mortal realm, it would inevitably be a calamity that all the gods and Buddhas of the heavens could not avoid.

A single move can have far-reaching consequences. The seemingly mindless act of the Purple Mist Saintess throwing herself into the Heavenly Demon Life-Giving Array actually stemmed from the arrogant attempt by King Menmolu to single-handedly venture into the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea. Following this, Kunlun Golden Immortal Luo Mangli's natal sword essence nearly destroyed King Menmolu's natal spirit, leaving him in a state of near-dispersal. A Kunlun Golden Immortal and a supremely arrogant demon king from the demonic cultivation world were thus drawn into the affair with Benfeng.

The inevitability of calamity.

Dugu Jialuo was concerned with the Sui Dynasty's fate, while the otherworldly Daoist sects, the demonic cultivation world, and the demon kings were concerned with the calamity of the world's destiny. The rise and fall of the royal family was a variable in the world's fortune.

"Within calamity lies variable. So-called cultivation, whether Daoist or demonic, if one can encounter an opportunity within these variables, one can advance by leaps and bounds. One can also, through the connections within Daoist sects, achieve enlightenment, and even bring prosperity to one's entire family," Qin Tong revealed the secret behind this chance encounter with Benfeng.

Qin Tong, with his worldly Taoist cultivation level, was able to comprehend Taoist principles never before revealed in the scriptures. The saying, "When one attains the Tao, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven," a phrase a three-year-old child could casually utter, actually contained profound and true Taoist cultivation principles.

His comprehension was remarkable.

"I am truly ashamed. I never imagined that Taoist principles could be comprehended in this way. In that sense, we Taoist cultivators are not only competing among ourselves, but also whether different sects can unite as one, whether we can make the right choice at a critical moment concerning survival… As you said, senior, if I, Li Benfeng, were to fight Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo of the Sui Dynasty to the death, Senior Qin would certainly stand by my side. If we also add the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance and the True Lotus Sect, Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo, without the support of Kunlun and Shu Mountain, would only be waiting to die."

Benfeng's sea of consciousness was clear, and his primordial spirit's other shore position and his innate divine soul position were gradually merging, his spiritual platform becoming completely clear.

The Heavenly Demon Path. Benfeng had ignored the Heavenly Demon Path. However, the Heavenly Demon Path could not be ignored. In Benfeng's sea of consciousness appeared the white-clad Heavenly Demon Saintess above the Heavenly Demon Life-Giving Array in the Fragrant Manor.

The Heavenly Demon Saintess looked remarkably like the famous courtesan Soman Ying from Fu'ai City. Soman Ying—Bai Liuying—Suo Ziyan—Earth Treasury Sect—Heavenly Demon Path.

My god, the obscure Earth Treasury Sect actually has a connection with the Heavenly

Demon Path. The Earth Treasury Sect is actually a deeply hidden demonic cultivation sect. Yan Xuansi, the famous courtesan of Yiyunfang in Chang'an City, is of course also involved. It seems that the Earth Treasury Sect is supported by the Heavenly Demon Path, and its mission is to stir up trouble.

Benfeng intentionally opened up his sea of consciousness, allowing Azi's consciousness to probe. Azi's consciousness processed Benfeng's thoughts and formed a message hidden within the white pearl.

This was a priceless piece of news.

The waiters at Qin's Restaurant brought in food and wine. Benfeng wasn't in a hurry to eat; he wanted to invite the Purple Mist Saintess and the Funi God King to Qin's Restaurant, and also have Black Lotus Husband and Princess Cloud Leaf join in the fun. If Madam Feng and Madam Bright Moon were prepared to face King Heszabu and the two demon kings, Moro Mountain Zanmoro and Bamiluo, they could also make an appearance at Qin's Restaurant and hold a grand banquet in advance. Since

Sect Master Qin was giving him face, it was naturally going to be a grand affair.

The Golden Clam Demon and Azi, hidden in the Golden Clam Divine Wood, happily went and returned quickly, bringing Black Lotus Husband and Princess Cloud Leaf to Qin's Restaurant. Having received Benfeng's message, the Purple Mist Saintess, concealed within a snow mist array, also arrived.

The sect leader of the Dizang Sect, Suo Ziyan, arrived uninvited, followed by the old and ugly Bai Liuying.

"Sect Leader Li, Sect Leader Qin, you two have such refined tastes. I apologize for my abruptness." Suo Ziyan's face, which was sallow like an orange peel and whose true appearance was not yet revealed, had a very pleasant voice.

"No one visits without a reason. Sect Leader Suo must have taken a liking to my restaurant." Qin Tong greeted her from the doorway.

"Sect Leader Suo truly has refined tastes. Come, please sit, please take a seat of honor." Ben Feng also stood up, and Madam Black Lotus and Princess Cloud Leaf gracefully made way for Suo Ziyan.

"How dare I sit in the seats reserved for the two ladies?" Suo Ziyan teased, sitting down next to Qin Tong. She reached out and took a zither case from Bai Liuying, who stood respectfully behind her. "I heard that Old Madam Qin is looking for an ancient zither, so I'm using this as an opportunity to present this item, which I just spent some time acquiring, to Sect Leader Qin for his perusal… This is something I intend to give to Sect Leader Li."

Suo Ziyan had just insidiously gifted a manor, and now she was offering a zither with unknown motives. Giving it away was one thing, but to kill two birds with one stone?

So cunning!

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Benfeng did not reach out to take the zither case from Suo Ziyan's hand, but instead pushed it directly in front of Qin Tong. "What Old Madam Qin wants must have a deeper meaning, haha, just like Sect Leader Suo's actions, always purposeful."

"No, I just happened to be there." Sect Leader Suo smiled charmingly, lightly covering her lips with her jade hand. Her deliberately aged face was not flattering, but her jade hands were slender and delicate, which seemed out of place with that old face.

Qin Tong opened the wooden lid of the zither case.

A wooden zither that looked like nothing special. Benfeng felt that this zither was somewhat similar to the wooden zither used by Senior Sister Tianqin—or perhaps not similar, but there was a subtle connection.

A zither could also cause a tragic bloodbath. Sect Leader Suo's eyes clearly wanted Benfeng to take a closer look, fearing that this zither would be easily regarded as an ordinary object.

"I have only a superficial understanding of the zither, so please don't question me, Sect Leader Suo. Why don't you tell me about its origins?" Benfeng asked directly.

"This zither... I cannot speak of it, and Sect Leader Qin is best advised not to either. Only Sect Leader Li is qualified to speak of it," Sect Leader Suo said, his gaze fixed on the wooden zither with a solemn expression, devoid of any disrespect.

Azi transmitted a message to Benfeng: "This zither is an ordinary instrument, but its owner is of great importance, connected to Old Madam Qin and the Heavenly Zither. You will have to pay for this information; it is worth a thousand gold pieces. Suo Ziyan bringing out this zither at this time is clearly not for good."

"Money is no problem, just tell me everything," Benfeng said, eager to know which extraordinary figures were involved with this seemingly ordinary wooden zither.

Azi released the information condensed from her consciousness through the white pearl. Benfeng opened his sea of consciousness and absorbed it. Using consciousness to communicate, no one between Daoist and demon cultivators had ever attempted this before. Especially since I couldn't discern Azi's cultivation level—most likely, Azi was the original form of a Heavenly Demon, which explained why she could so easily conduct business selling information in the murderous city of Fu'ai. Ordinary demons under a hundred years old would have no place to stand. Without hesitation, I merged with the demon's consciousness. I unfolded

the information condensed by Azi in my sea of consciousness. A dozen or so images, spanning hundreds of years.

Old Madam Qin's maiden name was Zhang Qingqi. Her father was Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng's ancestor—Zhang Sanyang—the Three Yang True Man, was a rebellious figure who colluded with a demon and betrayed Mount Shu. Senior Sister Tianqin was the extraordinary offspring of Zhang Sanyang and that yet-to-be-named demon.

The wooden zither was something that demon had used.

Could it be a demon king-level being?

It must be. Otherwise, the Three Yang True Man wouldn't have triggered such a catastrophe for Mount Shu.

The demon who could be married to the Three Yang Immortals would probably have a name that shakes the heavens and earth. Like Lady Bright Moon, which is the title of the Moon Wheel Demon King. The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess worships the name of the Luofu Demon King.

Benfeng watched a vision of Old Madam Qin cultivating in her youth and asked Azi with some surprise, "You're not going to ask me for a huge sum of money for this kind of information, are you?"

"Have some patience, will you? What tune is Old Madam Qin playing under her window? Don't you want to know what happened at Yingfo Mountain nine hundred years ago?" Azi proudly twirled the white bead on her wrist.

"What happened nine hundred years ago, even if it has nothing to do with me, is just a passing cloud. What I want to know is news of this current calamity. I want to talk about military strategy with a smile, I want to go to Chang'an City and ask the two emperors of the Sui Dynasty if they need someone to act as a matchmaker so that I, Li Benfeng, can leisurely enjoy the flowers and plants at Tianlai Mountain and live a carefree life with my ladies," Benfeng said casually.

"Watching Old Madam Qin play 'Phoenix Seeking its Mate' is like strategizing with a smile. With a formidable enemy at hand, if Sect Leader Li could play a refined piece in front of them, it would surely make them tremble with fear, especially if it were played on the wooden zither that Sect Leader Suo went to great lengths to acquire." Azi was always eager to

stir up trouble. This demon was also tireless in her desire to create chaos .

Benfeng couldn't play the zither, but Princess Yunye and Madam Black Lotus were skilled in its art.

However, it was still a bit too early for them to play. The area around Qin's Restaurant was filled with second- or third-rate people who were gathering information and could easily defeat Benfeng and his companions.

"Sect Leader Qin, how about we move the table to the pavilion facing the street? It would be best to hang a few lanterns on the second floor and see what kind of imposing force they've set up on the street?" Benfeng said to Qin Tong.

"Alright!" Qin Tong immediately ordered the waiters to set up a large round table in the south pavilion. Four or five waiters busied themselves carrying more than a dozen jars of Qin's Old Wine, and various dishes were also laid out on the table.

On the streets, Han Qinhu's personal guards began clearing the area. Anyone whose identity was unknown was immediately driven away. The two main east-west streets and the eight north-south alleys were all filled with powerful crossbow carts. The spoils Han Qinhu had seized on Mudfire Ridge were finally being put to use.

Within Fu'ai City, there were over twenty arrow towers, each capable of accommodating forty to fifty soldiers. These towers were also equipped with powerful crossbows.

Such imposing force was a deterrent, a form of intimidation that subdued the enemy without a fight. In this battle, Daoist cultivators who had failed to reach the Innate Realm would be utterly crushed into dust.

Demonic and evil cultivators who dared to contend with Daoist cultivators at the Earth Immortal Realm would naturally have to consider whether they possessed sufficient strength to escape unscathed amidst the overwhelming killing intent of the martial cultivators.

While martial cultivators forming battle formations would not gain an advantage in a one-on-one fight, their sheer numbers—thousands or even tens of thousands—were enough to instill fear and trepidation even before the battle began.

"How terrifying! That butcher Han Qinhu! I'm so worried. If he intends to massacre the city, how many innocent people in Fu'ai City will perish!" Sect Leader Suo looked at Benfeng with considerable concern. "Sect Leader Li, both ladies are skilled in the zither. I humbly request that you play a few pieces to reassure me and dispel the murderous aura that Butcher Han is deliberately displaying." Benfeng,

along with Lady Black Lotus, Princess Cloud Leaf, and the invisible Divine King Fu Nie and Holy Maiden Zi Mang, were all observing the formation of Han Qinhu's personal guards.

Azi and the Golden Clam Demon rode the Golden Clam Divine Wood and floated directly onto the streets.

Hearing Sect Leader Suo's words, Benfeng laughed heartily, "Sect Leader Suo would be best off finding an embroidery workshop and having them embroider a scene of spring river warmth on the spot, so that General Han can know what it means to overcome strength with gentleness."

"Sect Leader Li, are you mocking me? While I may not be compassionate, I cannot bear to see the old and young of Fu'ai City die in vain… My greatest fear is that the Dizang Sect, which I have led for over thirty years, will vanish into thin air, and its hundreds of disciples will become targets for others to kill at will. What I rely on is nothing more than Sect Leader Li's leniency. With just a few words from Sect Leader Li, Fu'ai City can be saved." Sect Leader Suo's voice was soft, yet it echoed through the streets.

Seemingly showing weakness, it was clearly a declaration of courage to confront any powerful force. Her words made those lurking in the shadows feel that the Dizang Sect was now in cahoots with Benfeng's Tianlian Sect.

"Sect Leader Suo, I, Li Benfeng, am a crude and uncouth man. I've fought my way through countless battles and barely escaped with my life. Your words have only confirmed my doomed fate, much to my dismay." Benfeng spoke with a somber tone, yet he laughed heartily. He nodded to Sect Leader Qin and said, "Sect Leader Qin, my abrupt entry into Qin's Restaurant is a case of inviting trouble. However, if anyone tries to take advantage of this, as long as I have a breath left, I will not let them take a single blade of grass from Qin's Restaurant."

If Benfeng had said these words back in Qianmen Town, even Qin Tong would have considered it boastful. But now, things were different. To sit calmly in Qin's Restaurant, calling himself a crude and uncouth man, even under the combined attack of the two demon kings of Mount Moro, clearly demonstrated unparalleled self-confidence.

This confidence, however, was not blind arrogance.

"Little Blackie, play 'Eighteen Bends of Jade Maiden Flying Flowers' for your husband." Benfeng picked up his wine bowl and secretly transmitted his voice to Madam Black Lotus, asking her to play "Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute."

The heavens are boundless, the earth is limitless, and so is my sorrow. Life is fleeting, like a white horse flashing past a crack, yet I cannot find joy in my prime. I resentfully ask Heaven, but Heaven is vast and I have no way to reach it. I raise my head and gaze at the empty clouds and smoke, to whom can I convey the feelings of these nine songs?

...

A wooden zither. Once, on a somber day, the owner of the zither also played "Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute." On that street, many of those who watched her play were reduced to dust and ashes. Was

the tragedy of hundreds of years ago about to repeat itself?

"Li Benfeng, are you trying to be mysterious again? You..." A group of Yin cultivators, all with square faces and long ears, holding spirit corpse staffs, appeared in a house in the northwest corner. Before the Yin cultivators could even display their power, they were riddled with bullets from the powerful crossbows on the arrow tower.

Lady Black Lotus remained seated, her zither playing as before, revealing a serene and untainted state of mind, a true mastery of music. True cultivation doesn't need to be flaunted. Lady Black Lotus, chosen by Shen Wuhua to witness the Nine Heavenly Lotus Swords on Tianlai Mountain and gain a chance to rebuild her cultivation under their shadow, could afford to be subtly proud.

The sound of hooves rang out as Xue Que, Xiao Mei, and Xiao Bi, riding their Qilian Snow Lions, leisurely rode through the streets. Arriving at Qin Ji Restaurant, the three women beckoned to Ben Feng.

"Come on up and listen to some music," Ben Feng said innocently, grinning.

The three women dismounted, handed the reins to the waiter, and hurried upstairs. Their leisurely pace suggested that Madam Feng and Madam Mingyue already had a plan.

Several war drums sounded!

Han Qinhu and his personal guards appeared in gleaming armor at the South Gate. The Lez Iron Cavalry, clad in red armor and wielding longswords, appeared at the North Gate.

Queen Lez and her Golden Sword Guard marched majestically towards the altar in the center of the street.

Suddenly, more than twenty flying swords shot out from the southwest, and several figures appeared, releasing blood-red needles with a swift, eerie light.

Han Qinhu shouted, leaping into the air, his longsword drawing a long arc, directly clashing with the twenty-odd flying swords attacking him. The flying swords, encountering the arc of Han Qinhu's longsword, were immediately hindered, their momentum diminished.

The blood-red needles, however, shone brightly, forming a magic array three zhang away from Han Qinhu.

The densely woven blood-red light diminished Han Qinhu's imposing killing intent. The one who made the move had clearly planned ahead. Needless to say, there was already a powerful figure in the shadows capable of confronting Ben Feng and his group.

"Brother Qin Hu, someone is trying to stop us from having this drink!" Ben Feng immediately unleashed the Eight Gates Dividing Light Banner.

A sinister voice rang out from outside the East Gate: "Only those who are alive can speak!"

An octagonal magic weapon emitted thick black smoke, and several gusts of sinister wind blew up. In an instant, the area between the East and South Gates was indistinguishable from other figures—sinister figures also responded outside the South Gate.

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Outside the East and South Gates of Fu'ai City, at least three layers of magic formations were formed. Seemingly hidden and appearing, yin and yang intersected, strange and murderous, the sky changed color several times as a result.

Ben Feng was facing the sinister cultivators at the East Gate. Han Qin Hu guarded the South Gate, Lady Mingyue guarded the North Gate, but the West Gate was empty. The hidden experts were obviously most wary of the West Gate and obviously wanted to break through from the Southeast corner.

Their intention wasn't to massacre the city, but to intimidate and kill, to capture the leader first, and to subdue Han Qinhu, Benfeng, and others. As for who was the thief and who was the legitimate leader, no one cared anymore.

Among those lying in wait were those who held the Dugu Jialuo Palace Order, those who blindly followed the Kunlun Sect, and those who considered themselves superior and wanted to use this opportunity to promote their sect's prestige.

But no one came to Fucheng City purely to take advantage of the chaos.

In the current situation, one wrong move could lead to annihilation, with no chance of even being reborn.

*Thud! Thud! Thud!*

On the flag tower outside the East Gate, three figures made a shocking move, powerfully blasting the soldiers off the flag tower. Immediately, three pale yellow Yin Yuan energy beams shot towards Benfeng! Benfeng's Yang essence swirled, and the Golden Turtle King, hidden within the Eight Gates Flag of the Capital Heaven, immediately sensed it, a huge protective shield rising around him. Its long gray beak spat out five rings of yellow light to meet the three Yin Yuan energy beams.

The Golden Turtle King also released his Xuanbing Spiral Algae.

Xuanbing and Huangmang, within the azure array woven by the Eight Gates of the Capital, suddenly descended upon the flag tower. The three figures were forced to fly backward.

Encouraged by this, the soldiers below the flag tower shouted in unison, "Sect Leader Li will surely win! General Han will surely win!"

The shouts of martial artists were magnificent and powerful, which I found very pleasing. Hearing soldiers call me Sect Leader Li for the first time in the midst of battle truly instilled in me a sense of overwhelming power.

Martial arts practitioners are an existence that no one dares to ignore. Seemingly clumsy, relying on brute force and arduous training, their advancement is the slowest, yet they are uniquely blessed with the simplest path to climb thousands of miles, breaking through the barriers of the highest levels, and ultimately achieving physical sainthood.

The deafening roars of martial arts soldiers echoed from the east, south, and north.

Han Qinhu roared, brandishing his longsword, and shattered the blood-red gadfly-woven magic array, leaping onto the arrow tower opposite Qin Ji Restaurant.

"Among you, who has received a secret order from Empress Dugu's palace in Chang'an to kill me, Han Qinhu? Step forward!" Han Qinhu had just received news from Ben Feng that a prominent figure from the Daoist sect wanted to purge the court of the Sui Dynasty, eliminating the powerful and influential Han Qinhu.

Han Qinhu, affectionately known as the Butcher, guarded the prefectures of Xiliang. The Turks and Tiele states had already submitted, and among the soldiers of the Western Regions, rumors circulated that as long as Han the Butcher was present on the Sui border, not a single blade of grass would be plundered. However,

the emperor's concern was not the true stability of the border, but whether the general who had repeatedly achieved military merit was loyal and whether he would plot to seize the throne.

The Sui Dynasty, whose foundation was already unstable, had long been embroiled in the lamentations of Lady Feng and Lady Mingyue, who lamented the passing of time. Ironically, this man, whose surname was "Li" (meaning "wood"), had amassed a powerful force, and by sheer coincidence, he arrived in the Western Regions, becoming sworn brothers with Han Qinhu, a powerful butcher general whose achievements threatened the emperor's authority and who wielded considerable military power.

Two deeply troubling worries converged, and with secret reports pouring in, Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo were truly restless and unable to eat or sleep.

The two emperors of the Sui Dynasty, along with those outstanding Daoist figures, had been plotting to eliminate Li Benfeng and Han Qinhu for over a month. The plan was meticulous: for Li Benfeng, the pretext was openly to eliminate Daoist scoundrels; for Han Qinhu

, it was the indisputable crime of treason, to be secretly executed by imperial decree. Li Benfeng's eccentric Daoist cultivation had already been seen as a thorn in the side of certain outstanding reclusive Daoist figures.

The fierce confrontation between the two forces in Fu'ai City, and the ebb and flow of power, involved hundreds of large and small secular sects and reclusive Daoist cultivators in their choices of opportunity.

Li Benfeng's natal Water-Leaving Sword activated. Still a flying sword seemingly covered with a layer of faint water ripples, it sped towards a figure.

The opponent had clearly detected Li Benfeng's intent to kill with a single blow. Although two fellow disciples were by his side, they knew that Benfeng's natal Water-Separating Sword was only aimed at him. Having no other choice, he could only unleash his own flying sword. The natal Water-Separating Sword had already closed to within five steps of the man's back.

The two flying swords collided, and the man's sword emitted a dazzling yellow light. Instantly, the yellow light was dissipated by Benfeng's natal Water-Separating Sword, and the man's physical body was shattered.

The Yin cultivator's soul exploded, and a beastly form of a Moro Snow Tiger suddenly appeared in the air. The snow tiger opened its massive maw and devoured the man's soul.

The other two remained unmoved, their four arms outstretched, twenty muffled streams of Yin energy shooting towards Benfeng. These two were already flashing with strange, bluish-purple light. Clearly, someone else was controlling the three.

To be able to command the soul of a Daoist cultivator who has reached the Innate Realm amidst a murderous military formation, if this person is a Yin cultivator, their cultivation level is already at the Yin King Realm… Could it be that they are so lucky to be facing King Heszabu?

If it were a one-on-one fight, I, Benfeng, wouldn't be able to contend with a Yin King. The Daoist cultivator commanded by the Yin King wouldn't allow my natal Lishui Sword to pierce through them with a single strike.

This Yin person is definitely using trickery. Yet, I can't detect their hiding place.

"Fairy Funie, find the location of the guy I'm fighting," I, Benfeng, transmitted my voice to God King Funie.

God King Funie, however, didn't react at all.

Suddenly, Azi transmitted her voice, "Sect Leader Li is about to make a fortune. The Supreme Five Elements Dao Sect has taken a liking to you and has prepared over thirty disciples of different sects at the Innate Realm for you. He wants to determine your true cultivation level."

"Is what you're saying true? Then send me some information about the Supreme Five Elements Dao Sect." Benfeng was quite surprised after hearing Azi's transmission. "Is the Supreme Five Elements Dao Sect righteous or evil?"

"I don't know, I only know the name of this sect. It seems that Madam Feng and Madam Mingyue know more about it. Should I do you a favor and help you get some information?"

"Then forget it. Madam Feng needs to have a comprehensive view and control the overall situation. I reckon Madam Mingyue won't be idle either. We don't need to keep in touch for now. I'll be patient and fight the Supreme Five Elements Daoist Sect for a while, then I'll know my enemy and myself... Don't act rashly, or you'll lose big time."

Benfeng dismissed the thought of easily winning by manipulating the Divine King and focused intently on using his natal Water-Leaving Sword to neutralize the Yin energy released by the two Daoist cultivators whose souls were not under his control. The

two Daoist cultivators, whose souls were being manipulated, were no longer in a state of victory or defeat. Fearlessly, they advanced instead of retreating, shockingly charging into the Golden Turtle King's Profound Ice Spiral Algae Formation.

Benfeng uttered a single word: "Destroy!"

The Golden Turtle King mercilessly shattered their souls.

Three more Daoist cultivators appeared. Clad in flowing yellow robes, their faces breathtakingly beautiful. The three women's flying swords, emitting bluish-black sword energy, ignored Benfeng's Eight Gates Dividing Light Banner. With a light leap, their figures vanished instantly, disappearing into their swords.

"Explode!" Benfeng shouted again, and the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword immediately unleashed its power. Three dragon shapes flew out, condensing in the air into three Five Qi Flying Dragons.

The three Five Qi Flying Dragons violently grabbed the flying swords of the three yellow-robed female Daoists.

Above the East Gate, golden light instantly intensified. The three flying swords circled endlessly, their sword energy growing ever stronger. A voice rang out from afar: "Even an early-stage Earth Immortal would find it difficult to withstand its power. This brat will cause endless trouble!"

"Break!" Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword soared up, piercing the three flying swords. Blood exploded, and the souls of the three yellow-robed female Daoists were annihilated.

The Five Qi Flying Dragons in the air continued to circle.

"How about a few mid-stage Earth Immortals?" Ben Feng laughed, commanding the Eight Gates of Heaven's Dividing Light Banner to flutter towards an arrow tower. The arrow tower was about six hundred paces from Qin Ji Restaurant.

Princess Yunye's zither music could be clearly heard from there.

Boom!

A strange sound suddenly erupted from the West Gate!

King Heszab had activated his power.

Queen Lezi stood on the rooftop of an inn three miles from the West Gate, accompanied by two reclusive hermits from Dongfo Mountain. The two hermits were dressed as maids, each carrying a giant sword. Queen Lezi's appearance was merely a declaration.

King Heszab snorted coldly. The four elders in blue robes behind him flashed and disappeared underground. Instantly, four elders reappeared around King Heszab.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Four muffled sounds rang out as the four elders in blue robes blasted four large holes in the city walls on both sides of the West Gate with their magical treasures. The four elders then revealed themselves, each surrounded by four Yin Generals. These Yin

Generals were several meters tall, wielding Yin Tridents and conch shells. As they raised their Yin Tridents, the ground around them instantly blazed with Yin-Yang Azure Flames. The four flames intertwined, and the surrounding air took on an eerie blue-green hue.

The conch shells blew, and Queen Lez, standing three miles away, felt her ears pound like drums, forcing her to steady herself. Half of the surrounding soldiers couldn't withstand the sound of the sixteen Yin Generals' conch shells, covering their ears and collapsing to the ground in agony. The

west gate was unguarded; apparently, they didn't want the soldiers to die in vain.

King Heszab hadn't even made a move yet, and the four elders were already so powerful. This old fox dared to plot to seize the Kingdom of Lez; he certainly had the makings.

"Heszab, you treacherous wretch! Today, it's either you or me! Die!" Queen Lez showed no fear in the face of King Heszab's loud shout.

"You are not worthy!" King Heszab replied with utter disdain.

"Go to hell!" Queen Lez's voice grew even louder.

Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Heszab, go to hell!

Suddenly, a series of clear female voices, each louder than the last, erupted from Fu'e City. They were rhythmically delivered by three distinct women.

The conch shell sound disappeared.

Three jade figures appeared in the sky.

The Demon King of Luofu, the Golden Immortal Luo Mangli of Kunlun, and the God King Funie.

The Fairy Funie had actually set her sights on King Heszab, splitting her primordial spirit into three, thus creating three incredibly powerful jade bodies that were indistinguishable from the real thing.

The Demon King of Luofu's jade body shimmered with an eerie blue light, Luo Mangli possessed a pure Golden Immortal body, and the God King Funie's true form was transparent to the point of being almost dripping with dew.

King Heszab's expression tightened abruptly. This old fellow clearly hadn't expected to have to face such terrifyingly powerful beings all by himself.

Chapter 142 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [58]

The several Earth Immortal stage Daoist cultivators who were fighting against Benfeng suddenly vanished into thin air. The East Gate fell silent. Inside and outside the South Gate, Han Qinhu's personal guards formed more than a dozen circles, and the bloodshed continued.

Among the opposing side were martial cultivators who had been through many battles.

Martial cultivators and Daoist cultivators joined forces to fight against Han Qinhu's personal guards.

Those fighting against Han Qinhu were still more than twenty Daoist cultivators who wielded flying swords. These people always kept a distance of more than ten feet from Han Qinhu. When Han Qinhu approached, Daoist cultivators hidden in the shadows would form a magic array to trap Han Qinhu. The opponent's intention was very clear: to keep Han Qinhu entangled like this, and then launch a fatal attack when he was exhausted.

"Switch positions!" Benfeng saw through the trick and also detected that most of the Daoist cultivators who were besieging Han Qinhu were at the Innate stage, with a few at the early Earth Immortal stage.

Han Qinhu was struggling to engage in close combat when Benfeng shouted, allowing him to assess the battle situation. He leaped up and landed on the flag tower at the east gate. With a

wave of the command flag, the soldiers guarding the southeast gates swiftly exchanged positions.

Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword hurtled towards four Daoist cultivators atop a house in the southeast. The Golden Turtle King's massive demonic energy shield protected Benfeng's body.

Seeing the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword approaching, the four Daoist cultivators, unable to withdraw their flying swords in time, hastily formed a protective net with their own essence. Daoist cultivators at the Innate stage, wielding flying swords, only control them with their will, not with absolute precision. Their greatest fear is being attacked physically.

The four Daoist cultivators, now in a favorable position, surrounded Han Qinhu, secretly pleased with themselves. Thinking they could easily outmaneuver late-stage Grandmaster-level martial artists with their cultivation, they increasingly looked down on soldiers wielding long spears and swords. During a lull in the siege, they even slaughtered over a dozen of Han Qinhu's personal guards.

They finally tasted the bitterness of close-quarters combat.

The Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword was more than just a flying sword; it also contained the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, a top-grade magic weapon specifically designed to devour and annihilate souls. Before the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword even touched the four Daoist cultivators' bodies, the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls released four terrifying beams of green light, blasting their souls out of their bodies. It

was utterly terrifying! The four Daoist cultivators watched helplessly as their throbbing souls were sucked into the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword.

"Li Benfeng is a demon!"

one of the Daoist cultivators screamed in terror and rage as his body exploded.

"I am a freak, a demon, and a devil! Hahaha! You lot, when you're reborn, if you still remember this battle, when you're successful in the future, try another round of attrition warfare, and I'll definitely fight you to the end!" As

soon as he finished speaking, the bodies of the other three Dao cultivators exploded.

More than forty figures suddenly appeared on the surrounding houses. Benfeng opened his sea of consciousness and understood the cultivation levels of his opponents: most were Dao cultivators at the peak of the Innate Realm, a dozen were at the Earth Immortal Realm, and three were at the mid-Earth Immortal Realm. With more than

forty people besieging Benfeng alone, he couldn't fight them head-on. Instead, he could hide in the Golden Clam Divine Wood and maneuver around them, launching sneak attacks and then intensifying his assault. Once he wiped out half of them, they should start to have second thoughts. Sect

Master Benfeng knew himself and his enemy. Although he knew he couldn't win alone, he could take advantage of opportunities to defeat them one by one. Even if he was surrounded, he could still escape unscathed using the Golden Clam Divine Wood.

"Li Benfeng, you're in big trouble now. Don't drag me and Xiao Jinjin into this mess." Azi, hidden inside the Golden Clam Divine Wood, hurriedly recorded the names of the various factions on the battlefield and their victories and defeats.

The Golden Clam Demon said, "Truth Master, there are so many of them. Let's hide for a while, wait until some die, and then we'll fight them."

Azi said to the Golden Clam Demon with some annoyance, "You're too naive. In this situation, there's no turning back. We must press on with our momentum and not retreat."

"Yes, press on with our momentum and not retreat." Benfeng released the Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword, but instantly disappeared inside the Golden Clam Divine Wood.

"Old Jin, hide." Benfeng transmitted his voice to the Golden Turtle King. The

Golden Turtle King was stunned upon hearing Benfeng's voice transmission, then realized that his master had bestowed upon him a refined title.

The Golden Clam Fairy asked Benfeng curiously, "My dear husband, my name is Little Golden, why isn't the old turtle called Old Golden?"

Azi retorted angrily to the Golden Clam Fairy, "That's so brainless! Little Golden is what you call him secretly in your room. Old Golden Turtle, it's a servant, having a name is already a favor to it. It's not even as old as me, yet it's called Old Golden."

...

At Qin's Restaurant, Madam Black Lotus took a musical score from Qin Tong.

An ancient one, a very old one.

"The Five Variations of Che Zhen."

Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye should be fighting alongside Benfeng, but the two seemed oblivious to the bloodshed on the battlefield, completely immersed in playing the zither.

Was they using the music to create momentum, or was there another purpose?

Benfeng listened to the fluctuating pitch of the zither, unable to discern anything, only finding the tinkling sounds somewhat soothing. It's like a master musician encountering a cow about to drink water, so he plays "High Mountains and Flowing Water," and the cow drinks with great enjoyment… This is the meaning of "playing the lute to a cow."

The three mid-stage Earth Immortals, facing each other from afar, had a completely different experience when Lady Black Lotus played "The Five Variations on the Che Zhen Melody. "

Their faces showed a look of utter bewilderment, as if they had suddenly heard a song on the shore.

A melodious voice drifted up: "If I become a demon, a demon is not a demon; if I become a monster, a monster is not a monster; if I ask the Way, the Way is not the Way; if I comprehend Zen, Zen is not Zen… Enlightenment is not my emptiness, enlightenment is not my color… Playing the lute is not enlightenment of the lute, cultivating immortality is not enlightenment of immortality…"

Princess Yunye, her bare jade feet stepping on Kasyapa floating above the Qin Ji Restaurant, her clothes fluttering, seemed like a transcendent being from another world. Her expression closely resembled that of the savior Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara.

"Alas, even I, your husband, cannot bear to harbor any more murderous intent." Benfeng couldn't understand the music, but he could discern the profound meaning in the Zen sayings uttered by Princess Yunye, a saying whose author was unknown.

Using killing to stop killing is ultimately no match for the ability to subdue an enemy without a fight by simply playing a tune that can move them to tears. Why didn't Xiao Heihei and Xiao Yeye tell me sooner? If I had known you possessed such abilities, I could have been sitting in Qin's Restaurant, drinking and discussing warfare with Sect Leader Qin and the scheming Sect Leader Suo Ziyan of the Dizang Sect.

"Who are you, flaunting your tricks and bewitching hearts? The Thousand-Chariot Demon King of Chezhen Mountain has already been annihilated by the predecessors of Kunlun and Shushan! Li Benfeng, don't bluff. With your shallow cultivation, even if the Demon King of Moro Mountain aids you, you will surely not escape this calamity. If you surrender, I will spare your cultivation because you are a disciple of the Zhexing Pavilion of Yingshui Continent!"

On a high hill in the southeast corner, a tall figure stood gracefully. Judging from his appearance, he was at least at the peak of the Earth Immortal realm. He bore some resemblance to Jin Yueju of Kunlun.

This person did not speak in a forceful or unreasonable manner; although his aura was imposing, he was not aggressive or intolerant of others' arguments.

"Thank you for your leniency, senior. I thank you in advance." Benfeng revealed himself, standing atop the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, and bowed to the imposing figure whose name he had yet to learn. "This bloodshed in Fu'ai City was not my wish. I also long for a peaceful life in the countryside, to marry a few wives I like, to enjoy the pleasures of domestic life and the company of men, and to cultivate melons and peaches in my spare time. However, some people always take the chaos of the world as their own responsibility, using me as a target. With wind, rain, knives, and swords, I have been forced to flee everywhere, only concerned with survival. How could I possibly have the composure to be as calm as you, senior? If we're talking about showing off skills, senior's methods are ten or a hundred times superior to mine."

Benfeng's first few words were acceptable, but the last sentence was clearly a direct provocation, displaying the unyielding spirit of a man.

To be precise, it was the spirit of a sect leader. The implication was clear: although my title as the Sect Master of the Heavenly Lotus Sect might be somewhat undeserved, I wasn't someone who could be intimidated with just a few words.

The soldiers in the battle formation shouted, "Sect Master Li will surely win!

Sect Master Li is mighty!" "Sect Master, I'll give you another two hundred years; perhaps you can earn the title of Sect Master." The man sneered, taking a step forward without moving an inch, yet he was already standing on the gatehouse of the Tianhe Pharmacy opposite Qin's Restaurant.

"Disciple of the Thousand-Chariot Demon King, show yourself... I've been waiting for this opportunity for over four hundred years. If I'm not mistaken, the Thousand-Chariot Demon King's demon core was split in two back then. If you inherited the Thousand-Chariot Demon King's mantle, you should have four hundred years of cultivation by now..." Another cold snort followed, his eyes coldly fixed on the Black Lotus Saintess, immersed in her musical realm, oblivious to the outside world, and the wooden zither she played. "You deliberately brought this zither back to the mortal world, surely harboring thoughts of revenge for your master. It seems you can only repeat the tragic fate of the Thousand-Chariot Demon King."

This guy is far too confident. This gentleman is right; this person

's methods of flaunting the demeanor of a senior master have reached their peak. His flaunting is indeed well-founded. The Thousand-Chariot Demon King he speaks of is the Thousand-Chariot Master Yun, who, along with the Three Yang True Man, created a millennia-long epic of immortals and demons.

Playing the zither is not understanding the zither; cultivating immortality is not understanding immortality.

Back then, in Chezhen Mountain, the Kunlun and Shushan sects, along with other orthodox Taoist sects, besieged the Thousand-Chariot Demon King. They suffered over half their disciples' losses, yet failed to inflict the Demon King's soul-destroying rage. The victory was achieved when Ruan Qingyu of Kunlun, using the Kunlun Mirror, severely injured the Demon King and destroyed one of his condensed demon cores that sealed his natal soul. Thus, despite the pyrrhic victory, the senior Taoist cultivators who participated in the siege knew a great calamity was imminent.

This calamity seems to have come sooner than expected.

Could it be that the Thousand-Chariot Demon King has truly reshaped his demonic form and is about to return? Or, as that confident senior said, is it that the Demon King's successor disciple intends to use the bloody battle at Fu'ai City as an opportunity to stir up trouble?

Tianqin, a disciple of the Zhexing Pavilion on Yingshui Continent, is the daughter of the Thousand-Chariot Demon King and the Three Yang True Man. The union of demon and Taoist is certainly extraordinary. Tianqin's practice of orthodox Taoism within the mortal world already made the Taoist cultivators who participated in the siege feel uneasy.

Li Benfeng, Tianqin's eccentric junior brother, founded the Tianlian Sect under his master's orders, clearly intending to challenge the orthodox Daoist sects like Kunlun and Shushan. However, after the Battle of Qianmen Town, Benfeng and Shushan had resolved their animosity. The Three Yang True Man also disregarded past grievances, sending Zhengxi and Tianxiang to Shushan.

The other Daoist cultivators who participated in the siege, however, were unable to undo the calamities they had created years ago.

Therefore, Hengmen Bo of the Taishang Wuyun Daoist Sect, upon seeing Qiancheng Shiyun's ancient zither and hearing Yuren Wanzai's Zen words, refrained from rashly attacking Benfeng. The Taishang Wuyun Daoist Sect was once merely a secular, leisurely sect. Hengmen Bo was considered an outstanding figure in the sect, having reached the late-stage of the Innate Realm. However, during the siege, he was insignificant, only able to observe from afar and not participate in the battle.

Now, however, he could shamelessly claim to be a senior.

The ancient zither of the Thousand Chariot Demon King and a few profound Zen sayings suddenly changed the situation of the battle. 10-06
Chapter 143 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [Fifty-Nine]

Today I saw a very interesting short article online (another name for a short article - poetry), and suddenly I thought that my casual writing of online novels, especially Xianxia, is like having a holy weapon that can conquer all.

―――――The following is a reprinted short article from the Internet―――

Holy Weapon

- Thoughts on the 70th Anniversary of the "Castration Order"

By Gong Daojun

I seem to see

a group of eunuchs offering

the sharp knife that once cut off their penises

on the altar,

then kneeling down,

their foreheads hitting the ground with a loud thud,

shouting: Holy weapon!

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Clearly, the Thousand Chariot Demon King greatly boosted the prestige of the camp to which I, Feng Xianggong, belong. This Wind Lord no longer needs to conceal himself; he can now powerfully engage the Daoist cultivators in battle through his own manifest form.

Even the mighty Hengmen Bo of the Supreme Five Elements Dao cannot suppress the fear instilled in the Daoist cultivators by the Thousand-Chariot Demon King.

In the midst of the battle, the Daoist cultivators with weaker wills have already retrieved their flying swords, eagerly awaiting the Thousand-Chariot Demon King's appearance… If I become a demon, I am not a demon; if I become a monster, I am not a monster; if I seek the Dao, I am not the Dao; if I comprehend Zen, I am not Zen… What will such a demon king look like?

If I slaughter people, I am not a slaughterer! This Wind Lord suddenly understood, no longer showing mercy, and immediately unleashed the Eight Gates Dividing Light Banner of the Capital Heaven towards the six Daoist cultivators closest to him. Two swirling Yin-Yang Gale enveloped the six Daoist cultivators, and wisps of bluish-purple smoke billowed from their wounds, instantly forming the Yin-Yang Purple Smoke Array. Six beams of azure light pierced through the array, striking the six Daoist cultivators.

The six Daoist cultivators awoke with a start, gathered their thoughts, released their flying swords, and struggled to resist. The

melodies of Yi Li and Yao Fen's zithers rang out once more.

The music played by Lady Black Lotus was specifically aimed at the six Daoist cultivators trapped within the Earthly Yin Purple Smoke Formation. The music shattered like ice, striking directly at their souls. If the Thousand Chariot Demon King were to play his music now, Daoist cultivators at the Innate Realm would only suffer the fate of their bodies and souls being destroyed. Lady Black Lotus was playing the Thousand Chariot Demon King's "Che Zhen Wu Nong" for the first time, and had not yet grasped the key to covering the music with her essence; directly annihilating their souls was somewhat insufficient. However, it was perfectly suited to assisting this Wind Lord.

Hengmenbo raised his hand and released a magical artifact, shouting, "Disciple of the Thousand-Chariot Demon King, no matter how much you try to deceive me, I will meet you head-on! Evil has never triumphed over good! Come on!" Benfeng,

unaware of Hengmenbo's artifact, released his Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword and tentatively attacked it. Before even reaching the artifact, it was blocked by an invisible array in the sky. Hengmenbo's artifact was clearly also blocked by the invisible array, posing no threat to Benfeng.

The Demon King indeed possessed extraordinary abilities.

Benfeng calmed himself, unleashing his inner energy. The array formed by the Eight Gates of Heavenly Light Banners enveloped the six Daoist cultivators layer by layer, with dazzling azure light emanating from the Injury Gate.

Each beam of azure light entangled one of the six flying swords. A cold, azure light flashed, and the essence condensed on the flying swords was absorbed by the array in a few instants. The two Daoist cultivators with slightly lower cultivation levels screamed and retreated.

"Considering you accompanied me in testing the magic weapon, I will grant you another chance to refine it," Benfeng said leisurely, mimicking the voice of Hengmen Bo.

Hengmen Bo was now in a predicament. Images of the fierce battle from years past flashed before his eyes. The fear in his eyes as he stood at the foot of Chezhen Mountain, even the way he cowered, afraid to wield his flying sword, were vividly clear in his mind. Even though he was ten miles away from the center of the battle, the oppressive aura that annihilated his soul made it difficult for Hengmen Bo to breathe.

At that moment, Hengmen Bo felt as if he were reliving the terrifying power of the Thousand-Chariot Demon King's annihilation of everything. It seemed as if the Thousand-Chariot Demon King stood in the void, and with the slightest movement of the strings of his wooden zither, he could feel the tangible sound penetrating his body.

His soul felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand needles, and he couldn't help but roar, "Demon, you can't possibly be alive now! Impossible!"

"In this world, is it up to you to decide what is possible and impossible? A few worthless things from the Supreme Five Elements Dao Sect are not qualified to speak to me."

The penetrating voice, clearly imbued with the profound Zen wisdom of the Thousand-Chariot Demon King, came from Princess Yunye's mouth.

Hengmen Bo couldn't discern whether the voice he heard was from the Thousand Chariot Demon King, but with unwavering willpower, he endured and unleashed the Supreme Floating Pagoda Sword.

"Senior Hengmen, are you going all out?" Although Benfeng couldn't recognize Hengmen Bo's magic weapon, he recognized the flying sword that the man was famous for.

After all, Benfeng himself had condensed his own natal Water-Leaving Sword with his cultivation. He could recognize over a dozen renowned flying swords in the Daoist sect.

"Don't be so arrogant!" Hengmen Bo's voice was extremely authoritative, but the Supreme Floating Pagoda flying sword hovering in the sky didn't immediately strike Benfeng.

If the Supreme Floating Pagoda was blocked again, what face would he have left to fight? Had the Thousand Chariot Demon King truly recovered his physical body? If he really encountered the Thousand Chariot Demon King in Fu'ai City, how could he escape? Hengmen Bo, facing calamity, seemed to share the same laws as the demon kings: survival was paramount, for only with life could one have the chance to break through the barriers of the Three Realms and ascend to the gate of the true path above the Thirty-Three Heavens.

However, he was extremely unwilling to let Benfeng go so easily.

"Senior Hengmen, as the old saying goes, one should always leave oneself a way out. There's no irreconcilable enmity between us. You just said that, considering I'm a disciple of the Zhexing Pavilion of Yingshui Continent, you'd leave me a chance to live comfortably in the fields with my ladies, peeling lotus pods by the stream. Since you said that, you certainly won't go back on your word. As the saying goes, a man's word is his bond… Let's settle this score today. We won't fight anymore. Let's go to Qin's Restaurant for a few drinks, reminisce about the breathtaking beauty of the Thousand-Riding Demon Immortal, and the seniors from Kunlun and Shushan. Oh, I almost forgot, there's also Senior Hengmen, the unparalleled master of the Supreme Five Elements Daoist School. We'll play some music, hum some tunes, and then shake hands and make peace, how about that? I think there's definitely a possibility, and Senior Hengmen wouldn't refuse."

This humble gentleman is at it again with this underhanded tactic of feigning war.

"You! You're courting death!" Uncle Hengmen was enraged.

How could he not be? Li Benfeng, this brat, is so arrogant! This is intolerable!

The Supreme Floating Pagoda finally activated.

Six dazzling lights, azure and purple sword light flickering endlessly. A peak Earth Immortal, if able to withstand the tribulation lightning, would be a powerful being with the Great Ascension stage of the Avatar realm, nearly a Golden Immortal.

One must be patient and restrained. How could one truly be enraged by the ignorant and fearless banter of this

arrogant Daoist junior? "Uncle Hengmen, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? This unscrupulous brat Li Benfeng, we can handle him." Two Daoist cultivators dressed in green appeared on the roof of a shop to the left of Uncle Hengmen.

Two flying swords, one azure and one yellow, hurtled towards Benfeng.

"Senior Hengmen, your Supreme Five Elements Daoist Sect has no chance against me, even with three against one. I overestimate myself and leave myself no way out. I'll just deal with whatever comes my way. Heh heh, you've gone to such lengths to eliminate this heretical Daoist, even using a war of attrition. Of course, you could have done what you did when you besieged the Thousand-Chariot Demon Immortal—who cares about good or evil, just eliminate him first!"

Benfeng wasn't about to miss the chance to confront Hengmen.

Especially since that Supreme Floating Pagoda sword was incredibly alluring.

His natal Water-Separating Sword was activated with alarm, bypassing the two flying swords and striking the two rising stars of the Supreme Five Elements Daoist Sect. Benfeng wanted to establish his authority! And within that authority lay a benevolent Zen principle of killing for the sake of life.

His hands formed the Immovable Fundamental Mudra, and a thought was released, manifesting the Wrathful Vajra King in the sky.

The natal Water-Separating Sword passed through the bodies of the two rising stars of the Supreme Five Elements Daoist Sect without any brilliance. The Dragon-Shaped Serpent Sword was unleashed, two eerie green beams absorbing two divine souls.

"I'm not a pushover. Do you think my Heavenly Lotus Sect is afraid to be killed?" Benfeng's voice carried the majesty of a sect leader. "Lord Hengmen, in today's battle, I, Li Benfeng, do not wish for another massacre like the one that left Thousand Gates Town littered with corpses

. I will fight you to the death! Everyone else, listen up! If you pity your own lives, then withdraw from the battle and become spectators." Without the will to die, how can one achieve the ultimate advancement, sacrificing everything? The Wrathful Vajra King in the sky unleashed its Prajna power. Silence fell upon the South Gate and its surroundings. Sect Leader Benfeng's words had worked. The Daoist disciples inside and outside the South Gate retreated to places less vulnerable to attack by the soldiers, quietly observing Benfeng and Lord Hengmen's battle.

Lord Benfeng was about to take an unavoidable risk, a chance to survive against all odds.

Lord Hengmen had nowhere to hide, no way to back down.

"You're courting death!" Hengmenbo's Supreme Floating Pagoda once again unleashed a dazzling sword aura.

"Fool, why didn't you press on with your momentum earlier? Now, you've lost your all-consuming spirit... How pathetic! You are doomed to defeat in this battle."

A sudden female voice rang out, filling Hengmenbo with great suspicion and fear. This voice wasn't that of the Thousand Chariot Demon King; could there be a powerful figure lurking in the shadows?

Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow struck first, attacking the Supreme Floating Pagoda.

As the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow sword flew, the sword clouds around Benfeng grew denser and denser, gradually obscuring his location.

The Supreme Floating Pagoda, radiating brilliance, collided with the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow sword.

The difference in true strength was evident; the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow sword trembled a few times, yet it withstood the Supreme Floating Pagoda. The essence condensed within the Supreme Floating Pagoda was clearly much thicker than Benfeng's yang essence. Fortunately, the divine soul essence refined within the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword compensated for the gap in Benfeng's strength. The Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls and the two dragon souls of Kunlun Golden Immortal Panmo's natal magic weapon also rose up to resist.

The Wrathful Vajra King unleashed his power. The Prajna's majestic sound penetrated Hengmenbo's physical body.

Hengmenbo's physical body was still his weak point.

Benfeng, the sect leader, who was holding the Immovable Fundamental Mudra, smiled harmlessly at Hengmenbo: "Senior Hengmen, why don't you unleash your life-saving magic weapon!"

"Killing a disciple of my Supreme Five Elements Sect, I, Hengmenbo, will never give you another chance to do evil!" Hengmenbo glared angrily at Benfeng.

"Old Jin, it's up to you. You have to bring out Hengmenbo's magic weapon and cripple it." Benfeng's consciousness transmitted to the Golden Turtle King.

The Golden Turtle King responded, shrinking his body into a golden egg the size of an egg, and with the help of the two beams of azure light from the Eight Gates Dividing Light Flag of the Capital Heaven, he launched it towards Hengmenbo's Supreme Floating Pagoda.

"You old codger Hengmen, I'm going to blow up your flying sword!" the Golden Turtle King yelled.

Hengmen Bo was taken aback at first, then sneered, and the radiance of the Supreme Floating Pagoda shone even brighter.

The golden egg, however, changed direction halfway and attacked Hengmen Bo's physical body.

"Despicable!" Hengmen Bo shouted in alarm, releasing his protective magic weapon. The Golden Turtle King's golden egg instantly shrank and struck Hengmen Bo's magic weapon.

Benfeng's natal sword, the Water-Leaving Sword, was hidden in the sword cloud. "Now that's despicable, haha, Senior Hengmen, you've been tricked!"

The sword cloud swirled, and Benfeng's physical body charged straight at Hengmen Bo, actually risking everything in a desperate fight.

Hengmen Bo was quite confident in his protective magic weapon, but he dared not be careless as he stared at the sword cloud approaching him. Li Benfeng, this freak, had actually cultivated such a strange sword cloud.

"Invisibility, sneak attack!" Benfeng shouted again, but he did not hide in the Golden Clam Divine Wood. Instead, he released jujube branch swords from his early stage of cultivating the Lotus Canon.

Chapter 144 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Sixty]

More than a hundred jujube branch swords attacked Hengmen Bo in the sword cloud, looking like purple thorns. Benfeng was very familiar with the jujube branches of Tianlai Mountain, but Hengmen Bo was quite clueless. In his surprise, he lost sight of one thing and another. The Golden Turtle King's golden egg crashed into Hengmen Bo's circular magic weapon.

The magic weapon, which was formed by several jade rings in a circle, was intertwined with blue light. When it was hit by the Golden Turtle King's golden egg, it emitted a series of strange flashes of light.

Hengmen Bo couldn't recognize the origin of Benfeng Sect Master's Jujube Branch Sword, mistaking it for some strange magical artifact. Just as the Jujube Branch Sword was about to strike his body, Hengmen Bo's magical artifact suddenly expanded, protecting his entire body.

This was exactly the effect Benfeng wanted. Hengmen Bo's circular magical artifact was somewhat similar to the Luofu Demon King's seventeen jade rings. The difference was that the Luofu Demon King's seventeen jade rings were a magical artifact combining offensive and defensive capabilities, while Hengmen Bo's circular magical artifact was purely defensive.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Hengmen Bo's magical artifact exploded with strange sounds.

Hengmen Bo was utterly astonished, and his body suddenly surged upwards, rising into the air.

"Hengmen Bo, your death is near!" came the chilling voice of the Golden Turtle King.

Benfeng unleashed over a hundred more Jujube Branch Swords. Amidst the swirling sword clouds, they once again approached Hengmen Bo.

The murderous power of Hengmenbo's circular magic weapon was already palpable. Benfeng released his spiritual power and shouted, "Wrathful Vajra King!"

A towering figure of the Wrathful Vajra King appeared before Hengmenbo, its two giant hands grabbing fiercely at him. Hengmenbo was struggling to cope and was forced to try to retrieve the Supreme Floating Pagoda.

The Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls finally got their chance, unleashing a burst of fierce green light as their natal spirit pearls penetrated the Supreme Floating Pagoda sword. The two flying swords clashed several times, and in an instant, several streaks of bluish-purple flames ignited on the Supreme Floating Pagoda sword. Hengmenbo no longer dared to forcibly retrieve the Supreme Floating Pagoda.

The Golden Turtle King found the weakness of Hengmenbo's magic weapon. The Xuanbing Snail Algae sealed the connection between the jade rings like a woven net, and the extremely yin Xuanbing almost froze Hengmenbo's body.

Hengmenbo's defeat was obvious.

More than twenty jujube branch swords struck Hengmenbo's body. Benfeng's natal Water-Separating Sword was released silently, shattering Hengmenbo's lower body from below, then striking his soul, causing his physical body to explode!

A giant hand of the Wrathful Vajra King grabbed Hengmenbo's throbbing soul.

Benfeng released a thought, and the Wrathful Vajra King solidified in the void, absorbing Hengmenbo's soul into the long beak of the Golden Tortoise King.

"Li Benfeng, you despicable demon!"

"Despicable and shameless demon, give me back my Uncle Hengmen's life!"

"Fellow Daoist disciples, do not be afraid, let us join forces and still make sure Li Benfeng dies without a burial place!"

Several people shouted, but no one showed themselves. The disciples of the Supreme Five Elements Daoist Sect had some backbone; seeing the imminent defeat, they did not immediately scatter like birds and beasts.

"A fight to the death is the only way to survive." Sect Master Benfeng faced off one-on-one against Hengmenbo, a peak Earth Immortal. The victor relied solely on his own strength and magical artifacts; the loser's fate was obvious, and Hengmenbo couldn't even salvage his chance for further cultivation. The Daoist cultivators hidden in the shadows knew the tide had turned and quickly gathered in the southeast, where there were no soldiers. Survival was paramount; Daoist cultivators and demonic cultivators were no different.

Han Qinhu, guarding the east gate, suddenly roared, "Stop King Hesizabu!" Holding a longbow, Han Qinhu fired three arrows in quick succession.

Benfeng, having fought Hengmenbo fiercely, was nearly exhausted of his vital essence. Hearing Han Qinhu's roar, he looked up and saw King Hesizabu and four guardian elders flying towards the south gate.

"The Thousand-Chariot Demon King!" Benfeng feigned intimidation.

The four elders beside King Heszabu were horrified by Benfeng's shout and, disregarding King Heszabu's life or death, instantly vanished underground. Left with no other choice, King Heszabu turned and fled towards the east gate.

Perhaps there was still a way out at the east gate guarded by Han Qinhu.

The Divine King Funie still split into three, three figures pursuing King Heszabu. The Divine King Funie was also fighting King Heszabu one-on-one. However, even King Heszabu thought that he was fighting against the Demon King Luofu, Luo Mangli, and the Demon King Funie. What should have been a life-or-death duel between equals had turned into a pursuit of the strong against the weak. The Divine King Funie had already killed twelve guardian elders of the Earth God Mountain.

Benfeng, seeing the Demon King Luofu and Fairy Luo, conjured by the girl Funie, tightly holding King Heszabu, felt a sudden surge of amusement.

"Little Blackie, the wooden zither!"

"Fairy Funie, the Kunlun Mirror!"

Benfeng stood majestically atop the dragon-shaped snake-shadow sword, shouting twice.

A jade-like voice responded from outside the east gate: "Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror."

Yingfuzhen, the sect leader, appeared on the flag tower of the east gate.

"Purple Mist Wheel!" The Purple Mist Saintess, hidden in the snow mist, also revealed herself.

Fairy Funie smiled gently, "Heavenly Demon Reincarnation Formation!"

In the sky, the wooden zither of the Thousand Chariot Demon King, Fairy Funie's brow-gathering mirror resembling the Kunlun Mirror, and Yingfuzhen's Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror swirled alternately, forming a sinister formation. As for whether it was the Heavenly Demon Reincarnation Formation that Fairy Funie spoke of, that was hard to say.

Han Qinhu's longsword pressed against King Heszhabu.

King Heszhabu had no way to escape.

"The thief who stole the country, everyone has the right to kill him!" Benfeng shouted. The soldiers immediately responded.

"Heszab, you've finally met your match!" Queen Lez floated on the white water, her red breastplate gleaming, wielding a four-foot-long greatsword—truly the majestic figure of a queen.

The Sect Master of Benfeng breathed a sigh of relief, his spiritual energy spreading freely.

First, he saw Lady Mingyue and Lady Feng. The two ladies stood atop the flag tower at the North Gate, silently observing the game with unwavering focus. A grand game of chess manifested at the four gates. The reclusive figures of Dongfo Mountain were engaged in a magical duel with Zanmozhi and Bamiluo on several mountain ridges outside the North Gate. The other two powerful forces were, of course, the indispensable Kunlun and Shushan. The Kunlun disciples stood on Mudfire Ridge, while the Shushan Seven-Colored Flying Boat stood atop Tulou Mountain, forming a triangular cauldron with Fu'e City.

This was true warfare—winning without fighting, a decisive victory from afar.

"I thought the Kunlun Sect was showing me leniency, but I never expected that the seniors of Shu Mountain would use sheer force to suppress Kunlun." Benfeng shook his head and sighed, "One day, I will be like Master Sanyang and Senior Sister Yixuan, going to Kunlun to fight those powerful and arrogant beings one-on-one. Whoever loses will be kicked out of Kunlun Mountain!"

...

King Hesizabu was defeated—he was dead, his head severed from his body, his head held by Han Qinhu's longsword. His body, however, remained standing in the arena. Han Qinhu's Golden Bell Shield technique, at its ninth level, was unleashed to its fullest extent, creating a giant furnace within a five-zhang radius that seemed to scorch the soul.

King Hesizabu's headless body shrank like a piece of forged scrap iron, turning into a lump of black charcoal.

The Golden Bell Shield, a martial arts technique manifested in its true form. Han Qinhu raised his sword and roared, his voice booming like thunder. A Grandmaster at the peak of the Great Completion stage, just one step away from achieving physical sainthood.

Soldiers from the East and South Gates began clearing the battlefield. Within the battle formation, a dozen or so alien martial artists were still struggling to hold on. They were under strict orders to kill Han Qinhu; they had no other choice but to either die in battle or have Han Qinhu beheaded.

Benfeng sat on the upper floor of Qin's Restaurant, waiting for Qin Tong to pour him a bowl of wine. He picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. Qin Tong also drank a bowl with great gusto.

"Sect Leader Qin, do you think Old Madam Qin's search for this ancient zither will lead to such a convoluted process?" Benfeng drank three bowls in a row, touching the wooden zither of the Thousand Chariot Demon King.

"Perhaps, perhaps not. I can't guess the outcome; I'm just a frog in a well." Sect Leader Qin chuckled, stroking the table. "Both encounters with Brother Benfeng have been so thrilling, such once-in-a-millennium opportunities."

"If I had the strength to fight, I would definitely fight those two demon kings, Zanmozhi and Bamiluo, again—who cares who wins or loses." Benfeng was already feeling a bit sleepy.

"There's no need to rush. Hengmen Bo of the Supreme Five Elements Dao Sect has suffered such a crushing defeat. It seems unlikely that you, my brother, will be able to enjoy a peaceful life in the countryside with your ladies." Qin Tong, of course, knew the immense fame and status of Hengmen Bo within the Supreme Five Elements Dao Sect. Having eliminated him, how could the Supreme Five Elements Dao Sect let him off so easily?

Ben Feng suddenly realized something strange: how could the people hiding at the East Gate have suddenly vanished without a trace? It was precisely because of their sudden disappearance that Ben Feng was able to calmly face Hengmen Bo one-on-one and achieve a complete victory.

The Heavenly Demon Saintess!

Outside the East Gate, on a boulder in the Fragrance Manor, the Heavenly Demon Saintess, dressed in white, stood calmly, without anger or joy. Beneath the boulder lay corpses scattered about.

Ben Feng's spiritual energy extended again, and he saw a dozen or so Daoist cultivators dressed in blue standing on a hill more than twenty miles from the Fragrance Manor. Surrounding them were forty or fifty disciples sitting cross-legged in meditation.

There was no need to ask anymore; the Heavenly Demon Saintess had entered

the mortal realm and was already stirring up trouble. The Heavenly Demon Saintess's entry meant that all the gods and Buddhas had also been reborn into the mortal world to face their tribulations.

Heavenly Tribulation?

The words "Heavenly Tribulation" flashed through Ben Feng's mind, and he couldn't help but ask himself: Heavenly Tribulation? Tribulation of all the heavens? Had he triggered the Tribulation of all the heavens?

Ben Feng shook his head vigorously: Heavenly Tribulation is a predetermined calamity, and it has nothing to do with me. Whether it's Heavenly Tribulation or Human Tribulation, the important thing is to protect my own life.

However, Ben Feng, the sect leader, also had high expectations. The tribulations of the gods and Buddhas would surely be bizarre and perilous, unavoidable. Those high and mighty beings would be exhausted and constantly on edge.

This is what is meant by the balance of Heaven, this is what is meant by all things under Heaven being mere straw dogs.

"What's meant to happen will happen, hahaha, the days to come will be anything but exciting." Benfeng poured a bowl of wine for Madam Black Lotus and Madam Cloud Leaf, then glanced at Suo Ziyan, who seemed completely detached from the situation. "Sect Leader Suo, you brought out the guqin, causing me to incur an irreconcilable enmity with the Supreme Five Elements Dao Sect. Shall we settle this messy score with wine, or go for a fight to the death?"

"As an unparalleled sect leader, how dare I fight to the death with Sect Leader Li if you treat me like this? Now, if Sect Leader Li were to bestow upon me a bowl of wine, I would be flattered."

Sect Leader Suo picked up the wine bowl, holding it with both jade-like hands, waiting for Benfeng to pour her the wine.

Benfeng smiled and poured a full glass of wine for Sect Leader Suo. "After this wine, we'll part ways. I can't afford your Jinxiang Manor. As for that Heavenly Demon Life-Giving Array, it's a matter of life and death. Sect Leader Suo, you can keep it for yourself."

Chapter 145 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [Sixty-One]

While joking with Suo Ziyan, Sect Leader Benfeng actually drank three jars of Qinji Old Wine.

He drank heartily and slept very soundly, falling asleep on the floor.

Madam Black Lotus and Princess Cloud Leaf moved him to the Golden Clam Divine Wood Carriage and sent him to Jinxiang Manor. Fairy Fu Nie, Madam Bright Moon, Ying Fuzhen, and Holy Maiden Purple Mist also arrived at Jinxiang Manor.

Madam Feng and the recluse from Dongfo Mountain went to Tulou Mountain. The two Demon Kings had their souls sealed and were to wait for their tribulations on Tulou Mountain. The two extremely adorable Demon Kings, who were arrogant and disdainful of everything, watched the four Golden Immortals of Kunlun fly away in the Prison of Gods with resentful eyes. Helplessly, the immortals departed, never imagining this day would come.

A seven-colored flying boat from Mount Shu arrived at the Fragrant Manor.

A man and a woman gracefully landed on the boat, which then circled briefly before disappearing in a dazzling display of light.

"Tianxiang, is our cultivation in Mount Shu over? I'm still a little reluctant to leave."

"What if it's not over? Master Fang said that from now on, we should address each other as equals. Are we supposed to go begging and pleading...? Even if we tried, we wouldn't get it."

"Then, how should we introduce ourselves when we meet people from the Daoist sect?"

"Just say you're from the Heavenly Lotus Sect. When you were competing with Hua Wei of Kunlun in that dark wooden tower in Menmo Luo, didn't you call yourself the Eighth Elder of the Heavenly Lotus Sect's Elder Council?"

"That was just teasing her. Don't take it seriously. I don't want to join any Heavenly Lotus Sect. In the eyes of the orthodox Daoist sects, I'm considered a heretic, a freak, a monster. If I really joined, I'd become a weirdo too."

"Even the seniors of Mount Shu don't look down on the Heavenly Lotus Sect. Hmph, you dare to look down on it!"

"Hehe, just kidding. With me by his side, who cares about titles? I'm going to roast a pheasant first, to entice him a bit."

The man and woman who floated down from the colorful flying boat were Yuan Zhengxi and Tianxiang. They stood on a boulder, surveying the area. They had been swept into the Dark Sanctuary by King Menmaluo just as their souls were about to be destroyed, much like Benfeng. Kunlun's Hua Yu and Hua Wei had also unfortunately fallen victim. That fool King Menmaluo was truly gambling everything, trying to choose the one most capable of saving his life from among these people. But unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, he could only survive under Benfeng's protection.

"Why can't we find the entrance to Jinxiang Manor?" Tianxiang asked.

"I'm already a sect leader. If others could easily find out where I am while I'm sleeping, wouldn't that be a joke?"

Zhengxi took out the Five Star Array Plate. Although Zhengxi hadn't seen Benfeng again while cultivating in the Shu Mountains, he could sense Benfeng's advancement in cultivation through the Five Dipper Star Array. Zhengxi's current cultivation was at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, but his advancement was different from that of ordinary cultivators, the key connection being the Five Dipper Star Array in his hand. He had

initially obtained the Five Dipper Star Array from Benfeng by force, using it

to observe the stars and comprehend the workings of celestial bodies.

"Tianxiang, protect me." Zhengxi sat cross-legged on a giant rock, his left hand resting on the Five Dipper Star Array, entering a state of meditative absorption.

The sun and moon wheels on the Five Dipper Star Array gradually rose, the stars in the Eastern, Western, and Central Dipper positions showing no fluctuations. However, starlight flickered in the positions of the Southern and Northern Dippers.

In his sleep, Sect Master Benfeng lay comfortably stretched out, his hands resting on the jade-like bodies of Lady Black Lotus and Princess Cloud Leaf, occasionally shifting, arousing the two ladies' growing desire.

The natal lotus infant was extremely active, hopping and leaping, detached from the physical body, waving its tiny hands in the air, dragging strings of golden celestial lotuses, tapping here and there. Gradually, Benfeng's unique Celestial Lotus Star Palace appeared. The natal lotus infant hopped and leaped joyfully within the still-unclear Celestial Lotus Star Palace.

Suddenly, the tiny hand made a strange movement—plucking stars.

In the sky, the positions of the Big Dipper seemed within reach, incredibly close. This movement of the natal lotus infant instantly caused Benfeng's physical body to flash with an unusual light.

Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf noticed Benfeng's strange behavior and stood up, watching in astonishment.

Strange lights flashed repeatedly above Benfeng's head and below his feet. Clear pulse lines extended and stretched out, and more than seventy bright pulse points appeared within his physical body.

This phenomenon is a re-manifestation of the Three Channels and Seven Star Wheels of the Nine Lotus Mantra in the *Lotus Canon* of the Zhexing Pavilion. The heart has a hundred channels, and within each channel are the central, left, and right channels. Intention enters the central channel, passing through one and then the other three. If a star reflects the heart, then the star wheel is simultaneously raised, allowing the intention to flow. The Seven Star Wheels are divided into the Baihui (GV20) Brahma Acupoint Star Wheel, the Lingding (GV20) Star Wheel, the Eyebrow Center Star Wheel, the Neck and Throat Star Wheel, the Central Star Wheel, the Abdominal Sea Star Wheel, and the Yongquan (KI1) Sea Sea Star Wheel.

Advancement Realm. This strange Daoist cultivator, Benfeng, is clearly different from the advancement of Daoist cultivators in the late Innate stage—starting from the Dark Star, then the Semi-Dark Star, the Bright Star, and finally the Star Gathering Stage—if compared to the cultivation realms of Daoist Qi Refining, Spiritual Response, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Innate, and Nascent Soul, the Star Gathering Stage would only be considered a recent advancement into the Innate stage.

But no. Benfeng has already achieved a strange cultivation level where his Natal Divine Soul, Natal Lotus Infant, and Natal Primordial Spirit are a unified whole. No one knows what the Trinity is like. Even those at the Nascent Soul stage cannot achieve the Trinity state like this sect leader. Of course, Golden Immortals have multiple avatars, not just one body multiplying into three.

This cultivator doesn't understand the mysteries of Daoist advancement, nor does he advance to the Nascent Soul stage like ordinary reclusive Daoist cultivators, condensing his core and then advancing. Instead, he advances naturally, not through any specific advancement.

This freakish cultivator achieves his goal through no method. The Lotus Canon's formula recorded in his sea of consciousness is only a few lines. Based on his innate senses, he roughly knows that the early Star Gathering stage is equivalent to entering the Innate realm.

His Natal Lotus Infant saw Zhengxi sitting cross-legged in meditation and the Five Dipper Star Array in Zhengxi's hand. He chuckled and reached out his little hand, tapping the Five Dipper Star Array.

Zhengxi's left hand immediately felt like it was being roasted.

"Who goes there?" Zhengxi snapped out of his meditation and shouted.

Tianxiang's Heavenly Yang Sword circled and flew around Zhengxi, scanning the area around him. She whispered, "There shouldn't be any danger around."

"Strange. If Sect Leader Ying and the others were also at Jinxiang Manor, no one would dare to launch a sneak attack." Zhengxi was extremely puzzled. There were no fluctuations of magical power around them. After the battle of Fu'ai City, all the sects had already summoned their disciples and gone their separate ways; no one would risk coming to Jinxiang Manor.

Zhengxi and Tianxiang had already seen Yuchi Mingyue, Fu Nie Divine King, Ying Fuzhen, and others arrive at Jinxiang Manor one after another from the Seven-Colored Flying Boat.

It was Ying Fuzhen who sent a message to Zhengxi and Tianxiang, telling them that Benfeng had drunk three jars of Qinji Old Wine and was sleeping soundly at Jinxiang Manor.

"That brat Benfeng is deliberately teasing me." Zhengxi unleashed the Heavenly Sun Sword, rampaging through several boulders. "Li Benfeng, you little brat, don't you want to eat some wild pheasants from Pure Land Mountain? If you don't come out soon, I'm going to set up a fire in the courtyard of Jinxiang Manor to roast some wild game." Suddenly,

a boulder split open, revealing Ying Fuzhen and the girl Funie standing side by side on a rock lying on the water, holding cakes in their hands, looking quite delighted as they ate.

Ying Fuzhen waved to Zhengxi and Tianxiang, "The entire Jinxiang Manor has been encircled by Sister Funie's magic array. Even if you shout your lungs out, I won't hear you."

Funie glanced at Zhengxi and Tianxiang, "Yuan Zhengxi, a Taoist from Pure Land Mountain, and Hua Tianxiang, Empress Shen's personal maid."

Tianxiang nodded, "Seeing Sister Funie display her power in Fu'ai City, I'm truly envious. If it weren't for Uncle Duan's guidance, I would have thought the Demon King of Luofu and Fairy Luo of Kunlun had already regained their true forms."

Zhengxi said, "Those surviving brats should be grateful to have seen Fairy Funie's true form in Fu'ai City. I, a mere Taoist, have the honor of seeing her again." "

Zhengxi calls me Fairy, and Tianxiang calls me Sister, I'm so happy." Fairy Funie smiled gently at Ying Fuzhen, "I'll go cook for you, oh...right, roast pheasant."

Roast pheasant—the first wild game this husband has eaten since transmigrating. Fairy Fu Nie stuffed a piece of cake into Ying Fuzhen's mouth, took out the Frowning Mirror, and used her spiritual sense to search for the image of Master Benfeng and Daoist Zhengxi eating roasted pheasant together on Pure Land Mountain.

Every event and every object had an image. Fairy Fu Nie looked at the image with the Frowning Mirror and went into the right-hand wing.

"Are you two hungry?" Ying Fuzhen asked.

"Hungry, very hungry. Tianxiang and I followed Uncle Duan, chasing those five old bastards from the Secret Seal Sect for two days and two nights, without eating a single grain of rice." Zhengxi darted to Ying Fuzhen's side, took the two pieces of cake from Ying Fuzhen's hand, and hurriedly stuffed them into his mouth.

On the blue stone pavilion beside Ying Fuzhen, there were four plates of cakes and four plates of fresh fruit.

"Go to the pavilion and eat slowly. I want to hear you talk about the Secret Seal Sect." Ying Fuzhen called to Tianxiang and moved to the blue stone pavilion. She wanted to ask about the whereabouts of the disciples of the Secret Seal Sect who had been tricked by Fairy Fu Nie into returning. There was no way the disciples of the Secret Seal Sect could escape; even the sect leader couldn't escape the pursuit of the Seven-Colored Flying Boat from Mount Shu.

Zheng Xi, having just finished a plate of cakes and some fruit, recounted his experience of chasing the Secret Seal Sect. Five disciples of the Secret Seal Sect had been trapped on Tulou Mountain by the Seven-Colored Flying Boat from Mount Shu, but were kidnapped by two disciples from Chezhen Mountain who claimed to be from the True Lotus Sect.

"The True Lotus Sect? You've probably encountered some incredibly convincing demon cultivators from Chezhen Mountain. Zhongli Yizhen told me about it; even she was fooled." Ying Fuzhen smiled faintly, placing the Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror on the table. "I was also fooled by the demon cultivators from Chezhen Mountain. They look more ethereal than fairies; you can't tell they're demon cultivators at all."

"Yes, they really are more ethereal than fairies. I only believed them because of their appearance." Tianxiang looked at Ying Fuzhen. "They even said that Sister Fuzhen's Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror was stolen by disciples of the Secret Seal Sect, and they were avenging Sister Fuzhen."

"Ah! They... they're so infuriating." Ying Fuzhen showed no anger whatsoever, seemingly harboring no ill will towards the demon cultivators of Chezhen Mountain.

These demons from Chezhen Mountain dared to mock Shu Mountain, the True Lotus Sect, and the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance. Yet, knowing it was them who did it, no one dared to confront them.

...

Fairy Funie prepared a unique meal, roasting several pheasants. Zhengxi, Tianxiang, Lady Mingyue, Lady Heilian, Lady Yunye, and others ate with great relish.

Fairy Funie and Ying Fuzhen stood on the green stone peak outside Jinxiang Manor, quietly gazing at the vast starry sky.

"I'm about to go into seclusion. This seclusion might last for sixty years, or it might last for two..." Fairy Funie sighed softly.

"If possible, find me a place to go into seclusion..." Ying Fuzhen also sighed softly.

"Then let's find a place together... so that Li Benfeng can't find us." Fairy Funie chuckled.

Chapter 146 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Sixty-two]

In the Battle of Fu'ai City, the group of Daoist cultivators who were fortunate enough to survive benefited greatly. In particular, the thirty-odd sect leaders, having obtained this opportunity to advance their realms, saw the sun and moon through the clouds and broke through the difficult barriers. The path of cultivation is fraught with thorns and perilous passes. After facing life-or-death battles, many profound mysteries for advancement require comprehension, so most choose to retreat into seclusion for quiet cultivation.

Ying Fuzhen seeks to comprehend the mysteries of the Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror, passed down to her by Lady Mingyue on behalf of True Lord Wuyi in Tianlai Mountain. Lady Mingyue had said that True Lord Wuyi was Ying Fuzhen's true form, a claim Ying Fuzhen found hard to fully believe. However, when she unleashed the Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror in Fu'ai City, his true form manifested, and at a crucial moment, it became a vital magic weapon to kill King Hesizabu.

Yet, another question remains, deeply troubling Ying Fuzhen: She is the only one left in the Qingque Sect. When the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance recruits disciples, other sects choose their own. She had intended to select a few disciples, but the leaders of the other seven sects snatched them away. From the age of four or five, he began learning the Azure Palace Sword from a woman who called herself Qiancheng Xiyi. The incantation consisted of only four lines: "Flowing clouds adorn the Azure Palace, the bright moon reflects the crimson palace, morning dew rises over the Azure Palace, the sun shines far across the sea and reflects the sky." Besides these four lines, Qiancheng Xiyi spoke most about the Thousand Chariot Demon King—it seemed to be a supreme honor.

The Demon King Qiancheng's name is Qiancheng Shiyun, and the one who taught her the Qingque Sword is named Qiancheng Xiyi. These two must have a deep connection. Such names alone are enough to inspire admiration, even without seeing their true forms. Qiancheng Xiyi always wore purple robes and possessed an arrogant air, yet he never allowed Ying Fuzhen to call him "Master."

Ying Fuzhen only spent a year with Qiancheng Xiyi—this was the only time she had companionship before leaving Wuyi Mountain at sixteen. After leaving Wuyi Mountain, the Qingque Sword became the unique symbol of the Qingque Sect. Having encountered Benfeng twice, at Jingtu Mountain and Tianlai Mountain, Ying Fuzhen developed a survival strategy in the secular world. She simply divided people into two categories: those related to her and those unrelated. Upon meeting the girl Funie, Ying Fuzhen naturally considered her a related person.

The air of Miss Fu Nie was like that of a thousand chariots and three rare immortals, more ethereal than a fairy. Ying Fuzhen didn't care whether Miss Fu Nie was a demon cultivator or a monster cultivator. She just couldn't understand how Miss Fu Nie

, more ethereal than a fairy, could so quickly become so compatible with her husband, Ben Feng, and have consummated their relationship… It's so perplexing… It seems there's another question that's easy to answer: Why is Miss Fu Nie called the Self-Sacrificing Demon King? Of course, during Ying Fuzhen's secluded cultivation, there must have been some intricate and complex secrets related to Ben Feng.

"Sister Fu Nie, how about we choose Che Zhen Mountain as our place for seclusion? I heard from Senior Zhong Liqi that there's someone on Che Zhen Mountain who's connected to me, and I'd like to meet her," Ying Fuzhen said calmly to Fairy Fu Nie.

"Qiancheng Xiyi... If I were to meet her, should I call her 'sister'? Anyone who knows the name Qiancheng Xiyi, whether a demon cultivator, a monster cultivator, a Taoist cultivator, or just an ignorant mortal, will have astonishing cultivation in the future." Fairy Funie said calmly.

"If I said I am the Qiancheng Demon King, would you believe me?" Fairy Funie suddenly took Ying Fuzhen's soft arm like a mortal woman.

"Ah! You, back then, the Qiancheng Demon King really wasn't destroyed by the Golden Immortal of Kunlun... It's actually true, that's wonderful." Ying Fuzhen looked at Fairy Funie with wide, innocent eyes. "Today, I actually learned such an unbelievable legend."

"How many people can believe a legend? Those Golden Immortals of Kunlun certainly wouldn't believe it either."

The legend... a legend known to few: Fairy Funie is the true form of the Qiancheng Demon King, formed from one of his three demon cores.

...If I become a demon, then the demon is not a demon...

...If I become a monster, then the monster is not a monster...

...If I seek the Dao, then the Dao is not the Dao...

...If I comprehend Zen, then Zen is not Zen... The Fairy

of the Fluttering Melody spoke words as melodiously as the music played on an ancient zither. The person was the zither, and the zither was the person. As Ying Fuzhen stared wide-eyed, the Fairy of the Fluttering Melody transformed into a wooden zither, and Ying Fuzhen found himself involuntarily standing upon it.

The ways of the world are not the true ways... The way of the demon is the way of self-sacrifice.

The way of knowledge is not knowledge itself... It is an obstacle to the body, not the true self.

The immortals seen are not immortals... The way of the monster is the way of self-sacrifice.

The way seen is the inferior way... The true way is revealed in the heavens above heavens.

...

A wooden zither, a pure and unparalleled jade-like figure, drifted past the Fragrant Manor, past Fu'ai City, past Nihuoling, past Tulou Mountain... A series of ethereal zither notes pierced through the mountains.

The person and the zither finally drifted towards Chezhen Mountain.

...

Benfeng cried out in his sleep, "Fairy Funie, Miss Fuzhen, don't go!"

The Golden Clam Fairy, whose innocent eyes rivaled those of Ying Fuzhen, stared wide-eyed at the grown-up Benfeng. "True Lord, what did you dream about? You look so strange, with blue, green, and gold shimmering all over you. Sister Zidiao said you're scary, and she's trying to avoid you."

One of Benfeng's feet was grabbed by the Golden Clam Fairy. A faint blue aura still clung to his foot.

"I've suffered a great loss in this sleep; Fairy Funie and Miss Fuzhen are gone," Benfeng sighed deeply.

"She'll come back, Sister Zi Mang said she went to Zi Mo Luo Mountain. Once she's ready, she'll return to Jin Xiang Manor, and then you'll have to refine that life-or-death Heavenly Demon Life-Sustaining Formation with her." The Golden Clam Fairy stood up, twisting her body. "Truth-Seeing Husband, do you think my black gauze dress looks better than Little Black Lady's?"

"Beautiful, each has its own charm." Ben Feng gently stroked the Golden Clam Fairy's soft arm. "Each has its own charm

?" The Golden Clam Fairy asked, puzzled. "

Each has its own charm, it's just... Golden Phoenix... Jade Dew... a single encounter surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world." Ben Feng, still harboring lingering feelings for Fu Nie and Fu Zhen, casually brushed off the Golden Clam Fairy.

"Golden Phoenix and Jade Dew, the wedding night, each has its own charm, ah, wonderful... Truth-Seeing Husband, I want Golden Phoenix and Jade Dew, each has its own charm." The Golden Clam Fairy seemed to suddenly understand.

“Come on, let’s each have our own merits.” Benfeng lay back on the brocade quilt and beckoned to the Golden Clam Fairy.

The Golden Clam Fairy crawled to Benfeng’s side like a kitten and snuggled close to him.

“How about I sing you a little tune?” Benfeng gently pinched the Golden Clam Fairy’s delicate nose. “You don’t know, I was once despised in a very, very trendy dynasty. In that very, very trendy dynasty, I could only lament the passing of spring and autumn alone. I could never have a moment like this, where the golden phoenix and jade dew each have their own merits…”

Benfeng held the Golden Clam Fairy and hummed a languid tune from some dynasty: A mysterious vortex has drawn me into the mist, hands I cannot see, a bewitching flower, who is it that I have repeatedly passed through an infatuation I cannot escape, traversing a thousand years of pain, is it seeking an unknown outcome? The outline you left behind guides me, traversing a thousand years of sorrow, you seem to be saying, you are waiting for me at the end…

"It sounds so good! Teach me, I want to learn this little tune too!" The Golden Clam Fairy was very good at imitating, humming the first line of Benfeng's tune: "There is a mysterious vortex..."

Two clear female voices actually sang out Benfeng's incoherent and tragic tune with the sound of a zither.

Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf.

"Husband...husband..." The two women imitated the Golden Clam Fairy and pounced on the bed.

"Husband, we also want Golden Phoenix and Jade Dew, each with its own merits." Benfeng's

whispered words with the Golden Clam Fairy had been overheard.

"Hmph, you both want your own merits too." Benfeng raised his marital authority and pinched the waists of Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf. "Prepare my meal, I'm going to Chezhen Mountain in a while."

"Yes, husband." Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf got out of bed gracefully and went out to prepare food for Benfeng.

The Golden Clam Fairy asked Benfeng with considerable doubt, "Are we really going to have the Golden Phoenix and Jade Dew, each with its own unique charm, with Lady Little Black and Lady Little Leaf later?"

"Let's have the Golden Phoenix and Jade Dew first," Benfeng said, his mind clearing away the gloom of Fairy Fu Nie and Ying Fu Zhen's departure. He embraced the

Golden Clam Fairy and gave her a quick kiss on her little clam lips. The Golden Clam Fairy felt a tingling sensation and pouted, returning the kiss with her own lips. A rainbow ribbon wrapped around the Golden Clam Fairy's black gauze dress, its body entwined around Benfeng, and the ribbon swayed and wrapped around him as well.

The Golden Phoenix and Jade Dew, once met, surpassed countless encounters in the mortal world… This time, the Golden Clam Fairy knew to take the initiative. Although she was a little flustered, it ignited Benfeng's desire.

The rainbow ribbon wrapped around the Golden Clam Fairy was a bit of a hindrance, and Benfeng tried to tug at it, only to find it tightening even more, binding his own body as well.

The Rainbow Ribbon is not an ordinary garment; it is a magical artifact.

"Where did you get this?" Benfeng asked the Golden Clam Demon.

"It was given to me by Madam Little Blackie. She said that when Truth Master wakes up, she can use this to tease him, and then tie him up so he can't move." The Golden Clam Demon also noticed the strangeness of the Rainbow Chain. "Madam Little Blackie would never lie to me."

Benfeng thought it was just a prank by Little Blackie in her boudoir, so he didn't pay any attention and let the Rainbow Chain bind him.

"Oh my, that's great! Both of them are tied up. My husband really fell for our trick." Madam Black Lotus brought in a plate of Jade Dew Fruit from Purple Moluo Mountain.

"Quickly, where should we take them? Black Lotus Hall... or Tianlai Mountain? To Chang'an City, the Imperial Palace, yes, to the Imperial Palace in Chang'an City." Madam Cloud Leaf winked at Madam Black Lotus, contrary to her usual behavior.

"We can also choose Sister Fu Nie's stone house. Sister Fu Nie's stone house has an invisibility array, which will allow me, your little husband, and the little golden clam demon to have a good time." Madam Black Lotus, unlike usual, chuckled and touched Ben Feng's chin. "Little husband, do you want to have fun with the little golden clam demon in my Black Lotus Hall, or go to Sister Fu Nie's stone house, which has its own merits? You have to choose carefully, or you'll be punished."

Ben Feng, unsuspecting, chuckled and said, "I'll deal with whatever comes my way. I'll take them down one by one, two by two..."

Madam Black Lotus and Princess Cloud Leaf unleashed two rainbow streaks, binding Ben Feng and the little golden clam demon into two colorful dumplings.

"Let's see what kind of 'each has its own merits' you two can come up with." Ben Feng and the little golden clam demon exchanged a kiss, watching helplessly as Madam Black Lotus and Madam Cloud Leaf concealed themselves within the Golden Clam Divine Wood.

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Chapter 147 The Enchantress Floating

clouds drifted lazily, snow mist swirled. A man and four women floated in the air, feeling quite comfortable. The only drawback was that this Wind Lord and the Golden Clam Demon were bound by rainbow chains, unable to move their hands and feet, only able to occasionally indulge in a moment of blissful intoxication, mouth to mouth.

Floating past the Western Sea outside Fu'ai City, the undulating Qilian Mountains could be vaguely seen.

The Golden Clam Divine Tree floated and landed, entering a spacious valley. On the east and west sides of the valley were ancient glaciers and snow-covered cliffs, with a few strange large birds occasionally flying by.

"Truth Lord, there's a really nice place called Spider Cave ahead. Sister Purple Eagle and I stayed there for a while. It's so big, just like Fairy Fu Nie's palace stone house!" the Golden Clam Demon exclaimed happily.

Spider Cave, it sounded like a very eerie name.

Both the Golden Clam Demon and the Purple-Eyed Sand-Singing Golden Eagle were pure demons, naturally drawn to the eerie atmosphere.

Lady Black Lotus asked the Golden Clam Demon, "Is there really a place called Spider Cave ahead? I don't know about it."

The Golden Clam Demon chuckled, "Lady Black Lotus isn't a demon. How could you possibly know where we demons live?"

"Ah? I..." Lady Black Lotus's mouth was covered by Lady Cloud Leaf.

"Let's go in and see if it's fun. If it is, we'll stay for a few more days." Lady Cloud Leaf grinned at Ben Feng.

...

Spider Cave. This place, if not for the Golden Clam Demon's guidance, would be difficult to detect. Hundreds of ancient glaciers crisscrossed and obscured the view, making it more labyrinthine than a maze.

Vibrant, colorful demon flowers, and groups of demon flowers that had cultivated into semi-human forms, stared at Ben Feng and his companions as if they were monsters. The little golden clam demon was quite pleased with itself, saying to Benfeng, "I told you so! This Spider Cave has so many exotic flowers and rare herbs that you've never seen before."

A demon, truly a demon.

A demon with a pure nature is much easier to approach than a mortal.

"Little golden clam, wow, you've already taken human form so quickly!"

"Look at the rainbow robe I made, isn't it beautiful?"

"Look at mine, cloud shoes, aren't they all unique?"

A group of half-human demons stared with adorable eyes at the rainbow ribbons binding the little golden clam demon and Benfeng. They were very curious, reaching out to touch the rainbow ribbons binding the two.

The demons were most curious about their husband Benfeng, touching him, but without any evil intentions. Benfeng, unable to move his limbs, repeatedly gestured to Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf, but the two women showed no reaction.

Strange, the two women's behavior was too strange.

"Is there any food here?" Benfeng asked the little golden clam demon.

"Yes, they're all learning to eat human food—Turkic, Lez, Sui Dynasty food—they can steal whatever they want to eat." The Golden Clam Demon said a few words to the two other demons, who then released flying talismans and flew away.

The sound of string and wind instruments filled the air.

On the twenty-odd steps, sat more than twenty demonesses. They wore brightly colored clothes, short garments, and flowing gauze, their figures alluring. Ben Feng, seeing them, felt his heart flutter.

"Husband, be careful of them, they're all demons." Lady Black Lotus whispered in Ben Feng's ear.

"Untie the rainbow chain binding me... If they try anything with me, it'll be extremely dangerous." Ben Feng said.

"Hehe, only by binding me like this can we prevent them from trying anything with you, husband." Lady Black Lotus chuckled wickedly.

"Husband, don't rush, wait a moment, Black Lotus and I will serve you together." Princess Cloud Leaf also smiled wickedly.

Princess Yunye loosened the rainbow ribbon binding the Golden Clam Demon. "Little Golden Clam, go find the most comfortable room for your humble husband, Benfeng, and prepare the best food and wine. Then, we'll meet, each with our own unique charm. A single encounter between the Golden Phoenix and Jade Dew surpasses countless earthly delights."

The Golden Clam Demon happily floated to an elegantly designed palace built atop over a hundred steps, circled around a few times, and then floated back.

"Truly, my lord, let's go to the Flower Shadow Palace. There's a Moon-Viewing Wheel, a Hundred Lotus Platform, and a fragrant bed in the bedroom." The Golden Clam Demon playfully tugged at the rainbow ribbon binding Benfeng. Benfeng could move his limbs again, but the rather strange rainbow ribbon still bound his body.

He had no phoenix wings, yet a rainbow clung to his flesh.

Thus, Benfeng, accompanied by three women and the soft strains of silk and bamboo music, entered the Flower Shadow Palace.

There were thirty-six demon palaces in the Spider Cave. The Demon Palace was merely a place for over three thousand demons to frolic and cultivate, not the exclusive domain of any one demon. The demons of the Spider Cave preferred sharing their joys; there was no strife or conflict among them, a harmonious and peaceful existence, far surpassing any so-called paradise in the mortal world. Now that

Benfeng could move his hands and feet again, he casually made advances towards Lady Black Lotus and Lord Cloud Leaf beside him, but the two women seemed uncomfortable and flinched.

"Don't move around so much, if the little demons see us, it's indecent and ungentlemanly in broad daylight."

"It's not like a wedding night, we can't rush things."

The two women's words increasingly sounded like parrots.

How did they become little golden clam demons, mimicking others' speech?

Wait a minute!

Benfeng released his spiritual senses, examining the two women, but found no clues. The surrounding area was thick with demonic energy, filled with clusters of demonic essence. Lady Black Lotus and Princess Cloud Leaf were enveloped in a protective golden aura; the clusters of demonic essence that collided with the golden aura were dissipated.

"I shouldn't have any suspicions about them. The two women are just trying to make themselves happy, deliberately mimicking the Golden Clam Demon's speech." Benfeng withdrew his analytical senses. "

Truthful Lord, let's go to the Hundred Lotus Platform, and then listen to the sisters play some tunes." The Golden Clam Demon took Benfeng's hand and led him onto the Hundred Lotus Platform.

A hundred lotus platforms, several dozen feet in diameter, stood. On the platforms, a dozen or so eerie water lilies bloomed in vibrant colors. Around the platforms were gently flowing pools

of water, clear and reflective, like mirrors.

Another group of enchantresses appeared, carrying string and wind instruments. Their enchanting bodies lay in the clear pools, yet the instruments remained completely dry.

Water-repelling talismans adorned the instruments, confirming that they were no ordinary instruments.

The enchantresses, dressed in light green water lily robes, played my favorite piece, "Jade Maiden Flying Flowers in Eighteen Bends," a staple in brothels and entertainment districts. I was completely

captivated.

After the first piece, the enchantresses played "Dreaming of Wushan, Phoenix Seeking its Mate."

A group of enchantresses dressed in pink robes adorned with a hundred flowers, carrying large and small jade platters, laid out a grand feast on the hundred lotus platforms. The wine was Pan Si Qing Xi wine, refreshing and smooth to drink.

Two little demons who went out to procure supplies returned, bringing back over sixty dishes prepared by the imperial chefs of the Sui Dynasty in Fu'ai City.

This was the kind of pleasure one would expect from an emperor's banquet, with beauties from his three palaces and six courtyards in attendance.

This humble gentleman drank cup after cup, left and right, thoroughly enjoying himself.

It was time to leave.

Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf tried their best to decline, but the little demon Golden Clam was already embracing and clinging to this humble gentleman—the pleasures of the inner chambers, once tasted, were indescribable, a winding path leading to even higher levels.

A group of demons, flitting like butterflies, escorted this humble gentleman and the little demon Golden Clam into the draped, gauze-draped bedchamber.

Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf followed behind, secretly exchanging whispers.

"If this humble gentleman is drained dry by the little demons of the Spider Cave, we will be punished. Should we take him to Chezhen Mountain now?" Lady Black Lotus glanced hesitantly at Princess Cloud Leaf.

"How could that be? The man Sister Funie has chosen, those little demons can't do anything to our husband. We finally managed to escape down the mountain, let's have some fun outside, okay? We'll go back when we're done." Princess Yunye winked seductively. "Are you feeling sorry for my little husband Feng? How about giving him your forbidden pet tonight?"

"Go to hell! I don't want a man like that!" Lady Heilian covered her mouth and giggled.

...

The two women used telepathic communication, thinking no one would hear them.

But Benfeng heard it clearly. Benfeng understood the unspoken meaning; they weren't Lady Heilian and Princess Yunye. Benfeng detected that the two women's telepathic messages resonated with his own consciousness—just like with Miss Funie and Lady Mingyue, a natural resonance.

Could it be... demons from Chezhen Mountain? The girl Fu Nie once said that some of the demons in Chezhen Mountain practiced orthodox techniques and possessed human-like appearances and bodies, so they didn't need to possess other demons like they did. The fact

that they could cast spells on me without me noticing shows their astonishing cultivation. However, their behavior was similar to that of the Golden Clam Demon. They

were definitely not powerful beings at the Demon King level.

"Hmph, daring to tease me." I knew the two demons from Chezhen Mountain meant no harm, so I wasn't in a hurry to expose them. The two women seemed to respect the girl Fu Nie quite a bit, indicating a deep connection between them and the girl Fu Fu. ... "Time

for

a bath, Little Blackie, Little Leaf, come and give your husband a bath, wash him clean..." My husband waited until the Golden Clam Demon had prepared the bathtub for him, then deliberately raised his voice.

"Ah, with so many beautiful women around you, why do you need the two of us to bathe you?"

"Husband, let Little Jin Jin bathe with you, and Little Blackie and I will fill the bathwater for you."

"How can that be? Little Jin Jin is a beginner, while you two are experienced. Come on, don't refuse." Ben Feng stretched out his arms. "Help your husband change his clothes."

The two women reluctantly approached Ben Feng with furrowed brows. Turning their heads, each grabbed a sleeve, but Ben Feng deliberately played a trick on them, turning his body so that the two women bumped into each other.

"Husband, you're so mean, teasing us."

"You're just trying to take advantage of us."

The two women complained.

"Little Ye Ye, be good, let your husband kiss you." Ben Feng tugged at Princess Yun Ye's sleeve, pretending to pull her. Princess Yun Ye was startled and dodged backward, but accidentally bumped into two little demons carrying hot water.

Splash! Splash!

Two basins of hot water were poured over Princess Yun Ye.

"You, hmph, are you blind?!" Princess Yunye's face was full of anger, her left hand clenched, ready to unleash her fury.

Lady Black Lotus held her hand, whispering, "A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. Bear with it."

Benfeng laughed heartily, suddenly hugged Princess Yunye, and jumped into the bathtub.

"Ah, no, no!" Princess Yunye was thrown into a panic, trying to struggle, but she was powerless against her husband, Benfeng.

Chapter 148

The little demon who had transformed into Princess Yunye was pure in nature and had never been in contact with men in the mortal world. Being held by a man in the bathtub like this, the demon was immediately thrown into disarray, her two jade hands frantically grabbing at the water.

"No more... this isn't fun. I'm not your Lady Yunye, let me go, I'm Meixue from Chezhen Mountain."

Before Benfeng could make any move, Meixue hurriedly introduced herself.

"I don't believe you're the real Lady Yunye, hahaha." Benfeng stroked Meixue's little face.

"Don't be disrespectful to Sister Meixue!" Another little demon from Chezhen Mountain couldn't stand such a display of affection and glared at Benfeng.

These two little demons seemed different from the legendary demons; they weren't the proactive type. Once their true demon identities were revealed, their faces immediately showed an unapproachable and stern expression.

"Oh my, you two are actually Sister Meixue and Sister Bingbi! I thought you were really Lady Xiaoheihei and Lady Xiaoyeye. It's such a surprise that you two could come to Pansiju. It's an honor to have you here, and you each have your own unique charm." The little golden clam demon looked at Meixue and Bingbi, who had revealed their demonic forms, and excitedly grabbed their hands, spouting all the worldly words she had learned. The Golden Clam Fairy winked smugly at Benfeng, thinking herself as clever as Fairy Funi and Lady Mingyue, and fluently uttered refined, ladylike phrases.

"How do you know us!" Bingbi coldly asked the Golden Clam Fairy.

"When Sister Zidiao and I went to Chezhen Mountain, we saw you two playing chess, and we also saw you fighting three poisonous spider demons. We secretly admire you both."

After speaking, the Golden Clam Fairy jumped into the bathtub, revealing her true form as a golden clam—two shells that shimmered and sipped the fragrant bathwater. The Golden Clam Fairy spat a few mouthfuls of bathwater onto Meixue.

"Little Golden Clam, so soft and cute!" Mei Xue, seeing the Golden Clam Demon's true form, momentarily forgot about the man in the bucket. She reached out her jade-like hand to stroke the Golden Clam Demon's tender shell. "Do you want to play with us? Bingbi and I sneaked down the mountain; it was a rare opportunity, and we don't want to go back now."

"Then let's play here for a while. Last time, Sister Zidiao and I hadn't had enough fun when those damned poisonous spider demons came and messed things up. If it weren't for Sister Fu Nie, we would have been dead."

The Golden Clam Demon blinked, watching Mei Xue imitate her, lying in the water and spitting out water.

Ben Feng followed suit, taking a mouthful of water and spitting it onto the Golden Clam Demon's tender shell. Mei Xue giggled, opened her little mouth, and spat at Ben Feng's face, laughing merrily.

The little demon's earlier panic had completely vanished. The

usually taciturn but quick-witted Benfeng took another sip of water and spat it onto Bingbi, who was standing by the bathtub. Bingbi, in a playful mood, dipped her head into the water, sucking in water and spitting it onto Benfeng's face. She too had completely lost her earlier angry and defiant demeanor.

Bingbi wore a plain white silk robe, over which she wore a short, thin undergarment. Her alluring figure was slightly voluptuous, with a hint of youthful fullness. Between her thighs, a faint green hue shone through her jade-like skin.

These two little demons, Meixue and Bingbi, had not yet fully transformed into mortal women—their appearance reminded Benfeng of his impetuous encounter with Mingyue in Tianlai Mountain. Mingyue's jade-like body also had a faint green hue, giving her an alluring quality even more captivating than mortal women.

Yet, neither of them possessed the cunning of mortal women who sought to seduce men, much like Fuzhen.

What I admire most about them is their innocence, comparable to that of the Bound True Maiden. If the Bound True Maiden had two such pure and innocent little demons by her side, she wouldn't be wandering around all alone.

...

"Little Golden Golden, I want to take a bath too, it's so hot!" The Purple Eagle Demon suddenly flapped her golden wings and landed on the bathtub.

"Okay, I'll go prepare another big bathtub... Purple Eagle Sister, Plum Blossom Sister, Ice Jade Sister, you all get all cleaned up, and then let the True Immortal judge whose body is the whitest."

The Golden Clam Demon revealed her human form and, with a group of flower demons, brought over another bathtub.

The Purple Eagle Demon touched the wet Golden Clam Demon, "You're such a demon."

"Sister Purple Eagle is even more demonic, hee hee." The Golden Clam Demon touched the Purple Eagle Demon's golden wings, "Oh, you went to Mingsha Mountain? Why are you covered in sand?"

"Well, I stole a stinky Taoist's magic weapon. Maybe I can forge a magic treasure." The Purple Eagle Demon's bright purple eyes flashed, and her furry eagle body transformed into a voluptuous, alluring jade body.

The Purple Eagle Demon's humanoid demon form was covered in fine eagle hair. Her breasts, however, were quite voluptuous, far exceeding the size of Mei Xue and Bing Bi's.

Bing Bi couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, so big! Bigger than mine!"

Even demons knew how to compare size.

The fine eagle hair on the Purple Eagle Demon's body resembled an exquisitely crafted feather robe, naturally concealing her three private parts.

...This Wind Husband, however, was somewhat moved.

Little Jin Jin, Mei Xue, and Bing Bi, three innocent little demons, frolicked freely in one bathtub. The Purple Eagle Demon, in another tub, spread her voluptuous body, washing away the sand.

After a while, the Golden Clam Demon took off her clothes first, followed by Mei Xue and Bing Bi.

Ben Feng, eyes slightly closed, lay back on the wooden edge of the tub, occasionally hooking the three demons' jade-like legs with his foot. The three were playing without a care in the world, and Ben Feng didn't want to be too abrupt.

He had to let them play to their hearts' content.

After washing her body, A Zi leaned over the tub and softly called out, "Come on, you three, let me see whose body is the whitest and tenderest." As soon as

she finished speaking, three alluring white radishes stood up from the tub. The Golden Clam Demon was in the middle, Mei Xue on the left, and Bing Bi on the right. They

were evenly matched, each with their own unique charm.

"And yours too, have you washed yourself clean yet?" Bingbi, her two still-immature jade rabbits trembling, stretched out her soft arm and touched Azi's jade arm covered with a layer of fine carved fur. "Sister Zidiao's fur is so smooth."

Benfeng said with great intoxication, "The hot spring water is smooth and cleansing."

Meixue asked in confusion, "Cleansing? Isn't it supposed to be washing yourself clean?"

Benfeng said, "Cleansing is washing yourself clean."

"Oh." Meixue suddenly realized.

The little golden clam demon tugged at Benfeng's leg, "Truly, let's have the four of us compare how clean we are, and you can judge for us, okay?"

"If the four of you are comparing, we should compare who has the biggest." Benfeng opened his eyes wide and looked at Azi's two jade rabbits, which were obviously much larger than the other three innocent little demons', squeezed on the wooden edge of the bathtub.

"Mine are the biggest, and the other three are still little fuzzy peaches." The Zidiao demon stood up proudly.

Two alluring jade rabbits shimmered with a golden, otherworldly light, their fine, embroidered feather robes slightly parted, extending all the way to their inner thighs—a bend of fine down at the center of their legs resembling a bird's nest.

"How can they be so big?" Mei Xue exclaimed, her eyes wide, as she leaned closer to touch them.

"Hehe, it tickles! Let me see whose little peaches are the biggest among the three of you?" The Purple Eagle Demon, dripping wet, emerged from the bathtub and approached the three women.

"Little Jin Jin's are slightly bigger, followed by Bing Bi's, and then Mei Xue's." The Purple Eagle Demon's assessment was fair. Little Jin Jin's peaches, after being caressed and fondled by this Wind Husband, had noticeably grown larger.

Mei Xue looked at the Golden Clam Demon and Bing Bi's peaches with some distress, "Why are mine the smallest..."

"You're the youngest, so of course they're the smallest," Bing Bi said.

"It's not that I'm the youngest, I've been in human form for 57 years, longer than you!" Mei Xue protested.

"My demon age is older than yours. I'm 247 demon ages, while you're only 231." Bingbi didn't want to be outdone by Meixue, so she used demon age as a comparison.

"I'm 3,700 demon ages. In every respect, none of you are as old as me. I have three great things: demon age, body, and even bigger 'Mao Mao Tao' (a nickname for a female demon).

"Ah, what? That's not right. How can you be 3,700 demon ages? Then you're the King of Demons! I don't believe it... Our Tai Shi Divine Mother of Che Zhen Mountain is only a little over 1,000 demon ages."

"You demons of Che Zhen Mountain are too ignorant. You should know that the Heavenly Demons above the Thirty-Three Heavens are all thousands or tens of thousands of years old. Those with a demon age of a little over 1,000 are like you two, two 'Mao Mao Tao's' are so small." The Purple Eagle Demon was naturally competitive, so she simply revealed her true origin.

"The more you talk, the less I believe you. What Thirty-Three Heavens? Even the leaders of Kunlun and Shushan can't break through the Thirty-Three Heavens Tribulation Realm. Our Thousand Chariot Demon King of Chezhen Mountain was the first Heavenly Demon to break through the Thirty-Three Heavens and become a Heavenly Demon. Don't tell me you're also a Heavenly Demon." Bingbi bluntly stated her views, which differed from those of ordinary demons.

She absolutely refused to believe that the Purple Eagle Demon was a Heavenly Demon.

"Hmph! Everyone else regards the leaders of Kunlun and Shushan as extraordinary beings, but I don't take them seriously. I only regard them as arrogant fools. Their thousand years of cultivation are just to become a Great Luo Golden Immortal one day. Hmph, a Great Luo Golden Immortal? In my true form, crushing a Great Luo Golden Immortal is like crushing an ant."

"Heavens, you're too crazy. No wonder your fuzzy peach is so big. So, you've been blowing and blowing, blowing the earth." Bingbi sneered at the Purple Eagle Demon.

"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph, believe it or not, I'm bigger than both of you in every way. Here, I'm the biggest, and then Little Golden is the second biggest." The Purple Eagle Demon swayed her two large, fuzzy peaches with gusto. She took

pride in their size.

"Truly, sir, does having the biggest fuzzy peach mean it's the best?" The Golden Clam Demon was used to hearing the Purple Eagle Demon boast about her size, but after being intimate with Benfeng, she felt that Benfeng's words held a deeper meaning and began to criticize the Purple Eagle Demon's boasting.

"Well... it's hard to say. You demons are different, of course. Haha, Azi's assets are indeed very large." Benfeng looked at Azi swaying her excessively large fuzzy peaches. "Fuzzy peaches can be sweet and moist, plump and bouncy, or even so delicate they're irresistible."

"Love it so much you can't bear to part with it?" The little golden clam demon was bewildered.

Benfeng wasn't in a hurry to explain to the little golden clam demon, but said somewhat boastfully, "Love it so much you can't bear to part with it is the most important thing. Of course, it also needs to be big... You three can slowly grow from small to big..."

The purple eagle demon said with no small amount of pride, "My hairy peaches were originally this big."

Chapter 149 Delicate and irresistible

The purple eagle demon was very proud, actually having a pair of large hairy peaches that made all the little demons envious. Mei Xue and Bing Bi gritted their teeth as they looked at the purple eagle demon's two large hairy peaches, secretly feeling a little jealous and resentful.

"You guys continue playing with your little hairy peaches, I'm going to refine my magic weapon." The purple eagle demon took out a truly thin feather robe from her white pearl and put it on, swaying her already large pair of jade rabbits, and went into another palace.

"Hmph, what's so great about it? My fuzzy peach will definitely be bigger than... hmph, definitely bigger than the Purple-Eyed Demon Eagle's. Then, let's see how arrogant she is!" Mei Xue touched her pair of delicate, round, pointed jade rabbits, and then curiously touched the Golden Clam Demon's. "Little Golden Clam, how come yours is a whole size bigger than mine and Bingbi's?"

The Golden Clam Demon said somewhat hesitantly, "It seems... it seems that in the courtyard of Jinxiang Manor, I, Feng Xiang Gong, took a few bites and touched it with my hands, and I felt so comfortable... so comfortable, and then, I felt it swell and get bigger."

"Oh, I see. Well... let me bite you, and see if it gets bigger?" Mei Xue puffed out her breasts. "I'm ticklish, so bite gently..."

The Golden Clam Fairy shook her head. "It's not what you think. Only a man can bite you, and... and you have to hold me... That's right, it's what I, Feng Xiang Gong, mean by holding me tightly, and then slowly biting me."

Feng Xiang Gong laughed as he watched the Golden Clam Fairy frown, struggling to explain the rules of their intimate moments. These

rules of their intimate moments, more felt than spoken, couldn't be explained by words alone; only real intimacy and passionate lovemaking could truly reveal them.

"I'm serious. I just want my and Bingbi's little fuzzy peaches to grow bigger as soon as possible. I don't want the Purple-Eyed Demon Eagle to laugh at Bingbi and me. Humph, her fuzzy peach is a big, fat peach, while Bingbi's and mys are small, thin peaches with pointed tips. It's so frustrating... I hate the Purple-Eyed Demon Eagle's big, fat peaches so much."

Mei Xue frowned, her jade hands patting the water. "Bingbi, you're smarter than me, Bing Xue. Think of a way quickly, so the Purple-Eyed Demon Eagle doesn't outdo us."

The Golden Clam Demon said, "Let me, your husband, help you. It's like... searching high and low only to find it effortlessly... Let me hold you, it's so comfortable, so comfortable, really."

Mei Xue opened her two demonic eyes and looked at my husband, "No, if we do that, Bing Bi and I will have to give up the Forbidden Phoenix Land. The Forbidden Phoenix Land can only be used once... Oh dear, no... this method won't work."

The Forbidden Phoenix Land—the two little demons from Chezhen Mountain had heard about it from someone.

"You two such naive little demons actually know about the Forbidden Phoenix Land, haha!" My husband, with a hint of malice, hugged the Golden Clam Demon, opened his mouth, and gently bit the tip of the demon's peach.

The Golden Clam Demon hummed comfortably a few times.

"A delicate little peach, come, let me touch it." My husband's wicked hand stroked it, pinching and kneading it wantonly.

The Golden Clam Demon, attacked again, leaned limply against the edge of the bathtub, panting softly, "Truth Master, again, it feels so good..." Benfeng

repeated the same trick, biting a few times before caressing it with his hand, fondling it with obvious affection. Stimulated repeatedly, the Golden Clam Demon's two jade rabbits swelled more and more, their tips turning a bright red.

Mei Xue and Bing Bi were stunned.

"It seems we don't need to offer up our forbidden phoenixes to make our hairy peaches bigger," Mei Xue whispered to Bing Bi. "Should I try it first?"

Bingbi said, "What if Li Benfeng suddenly does something bad? You forgot... just now, he seemed to have some tricks up his sleeve... I'm afraid he'll use tricks on us. We don't understand men, we don't want to fall into his trap."

Meixue said firmly, "Demons aren't afraid of humans, it's humans who are afraid of demons. Even if he's a freak, we're not afraid. If he offends us, he won't get away with it, the consequences... will be very serious."

Benfeng was no longer listening to the two of them. The little golden clam demon clung to Benfeng like an octopus, kissing him passionately with its little mouth open.

"I told you so, Li Benfeng is very, very bad. He's the one who took the Moon Wheel Demon King's forbidden phoenix. Better safe than sorry, let's hide to the side and see what happens." Bingbi pulled Meixue's demon hand and stepped out of the bathtub. The two women each draped a long, thin veil over their alluring bodies and hid behind a green curtain at the back of the bathtub.

The Golden Clam Fairy wrapped her jade-like hands around her husband's neck, shaking her glistening body anxiously, moaning incoherently.

After several rounds of this passionate embrace, the Golden Clam Fairy's tender buttocks pressed incessantly against her husband's already throbbing, filthy member. "My dear husband, my little clam is so hot, so uncomfortable!"

Hearing this, her wicked hand moved to the Golden Clam Fairy's crotch, caressing it a few times. Sure enough, a gush of fluid flowed out.

"Come quickly!" the Golden Clam Fairy cried out urgently.

"Open your legs."

"Okay, I've opened them."

"Lift your legs up a little higher."

"Okay, hurry up, hurry up."

"Here it comes, little Jinjin, what an adorable nest of the phoenix, I love it so much."

Benfeng said jokingly, eyeing the hidden spot between the golden clam demon's legs, but he didn't rush in. Instead, he pressed down on the golden clam demon's raised legs, which were pressed next to the bright red jade rabbit, and held her jade shoulders tightly with his hands. He rubbed his buttocks against the flower path around the nest before suddenly shaking and thrusting in, thoroughly penetrating the golden clam demon's wonderful narrowness.

"Good, true love, so good, so comfortable." The little golden clam demon convulsed in pleasure, desperately resisting the overwhelming waves of ecstasy. Suddenly, her husband, Benfeng, pressed down on her, his massive, filthy member striking the most sensitive and delicate spot within her. Her mind went blank, her red lips gaping wide, yet no sound came out.

Benfeng experienced near-ecstasy in her alluring and seductive state, his heart pounding wildly, as if something was about to burst forth. His filthy member, hard as a rock, thrust hundreds more times, relentlessly striking the little golden clam demon's tender heart.

The silent little golden clam demon suddenly shuddered, her tender buttocks contracting, her body arching slightly, her snowy belly convulsing alluringly, instantly releasing a thick, hot fluid.

The wind stirred and raged for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, until the little golden clam demon pleaded softly. Only then did it deliberately linger in the secluded path... Inside the little golden clam demon, it felt as if a hundred tiny hands were grabbing wildly. She felt a sudden numbness in the filthy thing, as it was drenched in oily, soft, lewd fluid. In an instant, her soul melted and her bones disintegrated. The pent-up desire finally broke through its dam, bursting forth as streams of scorching lewd fluid, deeply penetrating the little golden clam demon's narrow, tender flower bud, which shimmered with an eerie golden light.

"So good... Truthful Lord, Little Golden is going to die of pleasure..." The little golden clam demon trembled and throbbed, unable to control herself as she released lewd fluid, as if her soul was filled with a tidal wave of spring desire and pleasure. Somewhat bewildered, she spread out her demonic body.

Benfeng released Jinbang Xiaoyao's delicate shoulders, his hands quickly moving down to firmly grasp her smooth, snow-white buttocks, thrusting hard and relentlessly, completely immersed in the intense pleasure within her tight embrace, utterly intoxicated.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally relaxed, finding Jinbang Xiaoyao limp and slumped against him, her body seemingly drained of all strength, her beautiful eyes half-open and half-closed, still murmuring, "Dead, dead! She's probably been pleasured to death by my truly honest methods."

The Golden Clam Fairy was completely limp, seemingly floating and drifting among the clouds.

...

A seven-leaf flower fairy with two large, plump peaches entered the palace, carrying a plate of cakes, clearly there to deliver a midnight snack.

The seven-leaf flower fairy wore only a few fuzzy, emerald-green leaves, underneath which was a thin silk robe. Her two large, plump peaches, which Mei Xue and Bing Bi secretly resented, were trembling under a purple silk bodice.

"Oh dear, you two..." The seven-leaf flower fairy walked to the bathtub, looking at Ben Feng and the Golden Clam Fairy. The seven-leaf flower fairy had clearly already experienced a man's affections; upon seeing Ben Feng and the Golden Clam Fairy, her face flushed with embarrassment.

The flower fairy, without any hesitation, reached out and touched the two fuzzy peach-shaped jade rabbits of the Golden Clam Fairy. "What an adorable little fairy, what adorable fuzzy peaches, so delicate and smooth, even I can't resist touching them."

Between Benfeng's spread legs, that filthy thing still stood erect, seemingly still wanting more. Benfeng, however, pretended not to notice, his eyes slightly closed, glancing at the two large jade rabbits of the Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy, restrained within her soft silk bodice.

A bewitching beauty, white rabbits, what an alluring pair of demons.

The Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy removed her silk robes, leaving only a thin, soft silk bodice tightly binding her enormous, alluring peach-shaped breasts, revealing the two prominent upper breasts and two plump mounds overflowing from below.

"Don't be so sad and resentful, humph, why did it have to grow so big? Why did mine have to grow so small? Humph." Hiding behind the gauze curtain, Mei Xue stared with two large, hateful, and jealous demonic eyes, yet felt her face flush. She was puzzled: "Such big, plump peaches... yet they're bound with such thin straps."

Mei Xue had tried wearing a corset like worldly women, but it was always uncomfortable and felt strange.

The Seven-Leaf Flower Demon slowly raised her legs, gripped the bathtub with both hands, bent over, and slowly immersed herself in the water. Her head rested on the rim of the tub, her large, fuzzy peaches floating on the surface. She let out a soft, seductive sigh, her languid, sweet, and alluring demeanor incredibly captivating.

Mei Xue and Bing Bi were already filled with spring fever. The two demons, initially bewildered by the Golden Clam Demon's unintentional advances, became increasingly aroused as they watched. They too wanted to be held by their husband, Feng, and experience the pleasure of being truly caressed. The two newly formed demons, lacking any taboos about the separation of men and women, blushed and their hearts pounded upon hearing the seductive voice of the Seven-Leaf Flower Demon.

"Why are you making such strange noises that make me so uncomfortable!" Bingbi thought to herself, annoyed. Having witnessed the Golden Clam Demon's infatuated cries and the adoring look in her eyes as she stared at Benfeng, she felt that men were only there to corrupt women's private parts… Was it really that pleasurable to have one's private parts violated by a man, with all those incoherent cries?

The Seven-Leaf Flower Demon, immersed in the bathwater, let out another seductive moan, reached behind her back, loosened the knot, and gently tugged down the soft silk bodice. In an instant, a pair of breathtakingly perky, proud peaches sprang forth, smooth as cream and tender as cheese, half-submerged in the water, swaying gently in the rippling waves.

Mei Xue stared in disbelief, and after a long while, she suddenly snapped out of her daze and tightly covered her two small, thin, pointed, fuzzy peaches.

Chapter 150 Toad Eating Swan Meat

"Hmph, little demons of Chezhen Mountain, you think that just because you've been tempered into human form, you're real women? Hmph, you're far from it... A real woman, besides being bigger, is also more alluring. This Feng Sect Master is a treasure that comes along once in a thousand years

, helping demon cultivators refine their demon essence. With your cultivation... Hmph... a toad trying to eat swan meat." In the eyes of the flower demons of the powerful Pan Si Ju, this Feng husband had become a beauty that could topple kingdoms, equivalent to the Tang Monk's flesh that demons would fight over many years later.

The Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy gently teased Benfeng with a charming smile, then whispered in his ear, "I came here to tell Sect Leader Li not to let those two little demons from Chezhen Mountain run wild. They're incredibly audacious and capable of anything, including the most bizarre things. We mustn't fall into their trap." Benfeng

secretly pinched the Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy's jade-like buttocks. "Those two are incredibly clever and shrewd. If they heard what you just said, they'd be in deep trouble. The consequences... would be severe, beyond repair." Hearing Benfeng's

words, the Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy giggled, her two plump jade rabbits trembling.

As a demon cultivator at the Core Formation stage, she understood Benfeng's unspoken meaning perfectly. Although her skills in the arts weren't yet perfected, she was quite adept at them thanks to her innate demonic nature.

Benfeng playfully hooked his foot around the Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy's plump, jade-like buttocks. "You've come here not just to remind me that there are two restless little demons around who want to make a move on me, have you?"

"They've come to invite you to be a tutor for those little demon sisters who have just transformed into human form... It's a great opportunity that Sect Leader Li is here at the Spider Cave. Many flower fairy sisters are vying to tell you about this, and they'll even use their methods to make sure you stay at the Spider Cave for a while longer." The Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy deliberately rubbed her large, firm, and round breasts against Benfeng's body.

"Being a tutor, that's quite a novelty... But right now, I'd like to ask the flower fairy sister to be my tutor in the bathtub." Benfeng grinned wickedly, his evil claws already touching the Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy's buttocks.

The plump buttocks were extremely elastic. He wondered what the flower fairy's original form looked like, that she had transformed into such an exquisite body.

The Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy's body grew increasingly limp, her breathing becoming rapid. A faint, almost imperceptible moan escaped her lips from her tightly clenched mouth. Suddenly, she tilted her head back, her eyes alluring, her moist lips slightly parted, trembling softly towards her husband, Benfeng, as if beckoning, her seductive allure utterly captivating.

Benfeng's heart pounded, and he held his breath, kissing her deeply.

They were too close; her peach-like face and alluring eyes were magnified and shimmering before his eyes. Benfeng couldn't see the Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy's expression, but the hot breath on his face betrayed much.

In the midst of this throbbing, the Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy suddenly felt Benfeng press close to her, something rubbing and nuzzling between her legs. A sudden jolt ran through her body, and her legs involuntarily closed.

Benfeng suddenly felt his entire head being pressed into the flower path, softly enveloped by the tender, creamy flesh, so beautiful it made his muscles tingle and his bones melt. Overjoyed, he thrust his hips forward with all his might, finally pushing his enormous member into the jade flower. In his haste, it flew like a shooting star, and the instantaneous, complete union caused both of them to cry out simultaneously.

Benfeng felt an intense pleasure, the tight, narrow walls gripping his filthy member without any gaps, making him unable to restrain himself from thrusting again and again.

The Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy panted as she endured, her fear rapidly diminishing with the accumulation of pleasure. Although she still felt pain and discomfort, she realized that she innately enjoyed doing this with her husband, Benfeng. Thinking of this, her alluring face flushed crimson with shy blush.

Benfeng stared intently at the flower fairy's delicate face, his thrusts becoming increasingly fierce and passionate. With a final, powerful thrust, the tip suddenly brushed against something soft and tender, like grass, causing him to gasp repeatedly in pleasure. He thought to himself, "Such a wondrous treasure!"

The seven-leaf flower fairy frowned and closed her eyes, feigning pain, yet beneath her blossoms, a torrent of spring tide flowed, her juices staining their abdomens and groins sticky and glistening.

Benfeng, utterly greedy for the seven-leaf flower fairy's exquisite possession, only teased it a few times in over ten thrusts, finding it both amusing and impatient… He employed the techniques he had learned in his boudoir, not quite mastered but still useful, and decided to indulge himself fully.

The seven-leaf flower fairy's breasts, unnoticed, were now bound by the rainbow-colored ribbons of Benfeng's body, revealing half-exposed peaches, the tips of her nipples glistening with a watery sheen. Benfeng felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure, peeling away the rainbow ribbons, placing them beneath her breasts, and then grasping her plump peaches heavily, his thrusts continuing relentlessly.

The fairy's body trembled, experiencing intense pleasure.

Benfeng, once again frenzied, plunged in completely, his member like a red-hot iron rod poking and pulling at the soft, tender flesh, drawing out strands of fluid that churned from transparent to milky white, gradually thickening and overflowing everywhere. The seven

-leaf flower fairy reacted violently; her previously suppressed moans suddenly rose, her body tensing and trembling, her slender waist arching and thrusting like a shrimp playing in the water.

Benfeng watched and explored, feeling dazzled and exhilarated, becoming increasingly relentless, treating the filthy member like a flower hoe, digging deeper and deeper, plowing harder and harder. Suddenly, he heard the flower fairy let out a seductive cry, feeling the tip sink deep inside, the entire head seemingly embedded somewhere, feeling strangely smooth and tender, almost causing him to ejaculate prematurely.

The seven-leaf flower fairy felt an unbearable swelling, the inner flower path both sour and numb, with a deadly itch, making her both fearful and yearning, flustered and helpless.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, Benfeng began to move again, but fearing he might escape the Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy's blissful paradise, he only gently teased her a few times, carefully keeping a portion of his member inside her tender nest.

The Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy trembled and her waist went limp; her opened flower heart tried to return to its place, but instead, it tightly held onto the iron-hard member. The pleasure intensified, her snowy belly convulsed, and she almost lost control. She tried to hold back, but the overwhelming urge to release was unbearable; a small stream of vaginal fluid leaked out, sticky and soft, flowing onto Benfeng's filthy member.

Benfeng, already feeling the intense pressure and stimulation from the delicate flower nest, was suddenly doused with the flower fluid, and his lower body instantly swelled, the filthy member inside the flower fairy's flower path swelling violently. He was already a woman of deep understanding, and his inner senses told him that he had encountered something strange and alluring. Looking down, he saw that the thing had changed drastically; the exposed base was as red as charcoal, with veins coiled angrily on it, and he guessed that the inner part was the same.

The filthy thing, stimulated by the strange and alluring creature, grew half an inch, causing the seven-leaf flower fairy's flower heart to twist violently. The flower fairy, in a state of ecstasy, could no longer restrain herself. Her tender flower buds contracted and trembled violently, and suddenly, sap gushed out, releasing itself in a passionate outpouring.

Ben Feng felt the hot sap scalding, making the thing feel hot and numb. In an instant, he felt a surge of urge to release, and immediately thrust his hips and buttocks forward, managing to thrust a few times before bursting forth, filling the tender flower nest in the blink of an eye.

Little did she know, this freakish yang essence of mine was extraordinary, so beautiful that it captivated the seven-petaled flower demon. Moreover, the treasure she possessed was extremely delightful; the hidden core of that precious organ was the most sensitive spot, even more delicate than the flower's heart, and utterly untouchable. Now, this freakish yang essence had deeply penetrated her, and after being thoroughly ravaged and brutally violated by me, a man unlike any other, she was left in a state of ecstasy, experiencing pleasure far exceeding the pleasures of ordinary men in the mortal world.

Having encountered the demon's precious organ, I was like a penniless man suddenly entering a mountain of treasure. Overjoyed and unable to control myself, I cast aside any tenderness or compassion, only knowing to relentlessly demand and take, in a frenzy of madness. In my fervor, I relentlessly plucked and thrust, as if determined to crush the seven-petaled flower demon's tender stamens.

The Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy's entire body seemed to melt away, her flower sap overflowing and spilling, turning their secret place into a puddle of mud after rain.

...

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally relaxed. The Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy's body felt like it had dissipated; except for her soft arms still clinging to Ben Feng's neck, everything else was as soft and supple as butter. Her beautiful legs had slipped off the edge of the tub, drooping limply into the bathwater. In the gentle ripples, one of her fair, tender arms, as delicate as a spring bamboo shoot, involuntarily touched Ben Feng's filthy member. With just a light touch, it touched the sticky fluid that had seeped from her secret place, creating a strange, sticky mist in the water.

"Hmph, what a nemesis! How can I ever leave you again?"

...

Mei Xue and Bing Bi had watched two rounds of the battle, the feelings inside truly indescribable.

They wanted to speak but couldn't, yet their bodies burned like fire.

Bingbi felt unbearably hot inside and couldn't help but touch Meixue's fuzzy peach, saying with a slightly breathless voice, "What will you do if Li Benfeng comes to break your forbidden love? Will you give it to him or not?"

"I don't know what to do. I only know that we need to make our fuzzy peach grow bigger as soon as possible, so that the purple-eyed demon eagle won't look down on us." Meixue's hateful eyes looked at the golden clam demon and the seven-leaf flower demon in the bathtub, "They can do it, so can we. If we're going to do it, we might as well go all the way... If you refuse, I'll deal with Li Benfeng by myself... Hmph, I'm not afraid of him. Hmph, when the enemy comes, we'll meet them head-on, hmph!"

Of course, Meixue didn't know the true meaning of "when the enemy comes, we'll meet them head-on." She only felt that this freak, Li Benfeng, would definitely make her fuzzy peach grow bigger and bigger as quickly as possible.

Hmph! Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“It’s over, Mei Xue, you’re hopeless! What are we going to do? We’ve always been partners, how can I let you fight this freak Li Benfeng alone… Hmph, if we’re going to fight, we’ll fight together! I’ve decided… even if we lose our forbidden phoenix, we’ll make this freak Li Benfeng bow down before us.”

Bing Bi gritted her teeth and summoned the Rainbow Chain. “We’ll use this magic weapon to bind Li Benfeng, then find a secluded place, and first… first…”

“First, let him touch our fuzzy peach.” Mei Xue was the most direct, her hands forming a hand seal as she prepared to cast the Rainbow Chain on her husband Benfeng.

“No, we can’t force it, we have to do it like this.” Bing Bi imitated the seductive movements of the Seven-Leaf Flower Fairy, swaying her slender waist. “We have to make him lose his mind first.”

“Oh my god, Bing Bi, why are you imitating that flower fairy… it looks so ugly, I can’t do that.” Mei Xue frowned.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. That's how we'll get that freak Li Benfeng to submit... Come on, let's go together. Come on, sway your hips... smile seductively." Bingbi put away her rainbow necklace, pulled Meixue along, and walked towards the bathtub with her seductive steps, her eyes, which seemed to be radiating charm, slightly narrowed.

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