[Fantasy] Li Benfeng's Three Palaces and Six Courtyards (Complete) - 25-27

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Chapter 124 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [40]

Jin Yueju, the sixth disciple of Kunlun Golden Immortal Shi Taijue, a peak Earth Immortal, was on the verge of soul destruction.

"Li Benfeng, do you even know the difference between good and evil? Even if Kunlun has been unfair to you, you cannot arbitrarily destroy a disciple of a righteous Daoist sect with five hundred years of cultivation!"

The Golden Palace Thunder Sound Sword drew a long golden light, encircling Jin Yueju's natal soul floating in the air.

The Golden Palace Saintess appeared.

"Li Benfeng, give me back the Flying Qin and Flying Chess!" The Golden Palace Saintess's flying sword carried Jin Yueju's natal soul to the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable. Jin Yueju's natal soul seemed to have encountered a savior, and suddenly entered the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable.

"You speak so righteously, with that same indignant tone of unparalleled justice. You should know, it was Senior Jin who tried to kill me time and time again. If I hadn't used a little bit of undetectable trickery, I would be the one whose body has exploded... Alright, a good man doesn't fight with a woman. You stole my things, consider it a gift for our first meeting."

Benfeng looked at the graceful figure of the Golden Palace Saintess, quite pleased, and decided to split the bill, handing over the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable. However, he intended to keep the Taiyi Chaos Sword.

"Who's trying to take your things? Do you think all cultivators in the world value magical treasures like their own lives? I don't care about your things." The Golden Palace Saintess sheathed her flying sword, letting the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable drift in the air. "Give me back Feiqin and Feiqi. If anything happens to them, I will definitely not let you off the hook."

Benfeng chuckled, put away the Taiyi Chaos Sword, and cupped his hands towards the Golden Palace Saintess. "Feiqin and Feiqi are perfectly fine, but I was seriously injured. I was almost annihilated by the Luofu Demon King's natal magical treasure... This time, if it weren't for using the demonic essence left on me by the Luofu Demon King, I wouldn't have had to haggle with you over two women."

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Where are Feiqin and Feiqi? Tell me." The Golden Palace Saintess saw Xueque Girl and Queen Lezi staring at her naked in the hot spring pool, and couldn't help but feel annoyed. "Tulou Mountain has become a filthy place. What kind of women are they? In broad daylight, how can they have no sense of shame?"

"Sect Master Jin, it's a full moon now, not broad daylight. If it weren't for Senior Jin Yueju's ignorance and insistence on fighting me to the death, I would be enjoying the hot spring with the ladies right now... You should go to Qingling Inn. Feiqin and Feiqi should be practicing their flying swords with the senior and junior sisters of Wuyi and Qinglian Sects right now... Oh, and by the way, could you give those dozen or so dolls to the innkeeper for me? And tell her I'm going to have a midnight snack in a bit."

As soon as Benfeng finished speaking, the Golden Palace Saintess flew away.

Yue Nu put away the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable, holding it in both hands, and approached Benfeng with Cang Nu. Yue Nu asked, "May I ask Sect Master Li, did my master entrust you with something?"

"Entrusted?" Ben Feng shook his head. "Oh, your master is the Demon King of Luofu... You are quite loyal. Your master is gone, aren't you afraid that the Demon King of Luofu's mortal enemies will seek revenge on you? Instead of hiding, you dare to expose yourselves like this."

Cang Nu said, "If we encounter someone with the cultivation of Sect Master Li, no matter how we hide, it will be useless. Just now, Sect Master Li transformed into the image of my master. If we weren't so familiar with our master's aura, we wouldn't have been able to detect Sect Master Li's cunning."

"You flatter me. My trickery was secretly instructed by someone, merely for self-preservation... You asked what your master entrusted to you. Don't ask me that; ask Fairy Funie. Fairy Funie and your master are likely deeply in love, and only Fairy Funie could recreate your master's magical artifact. Perhaps it won't be long before your master plunges the world into chaos again."

Benfeng repeated "Fairy Funie" three times, clearly referring to the hidden Fairy Funie. The Fairy Funie was elusive, his concealment techniques unmatched.

Jin Yueju had actually been defeated by the Fairy Funie. Yue Nu and Zang Nu, of course, couldn't fathom the mystery.

They shook their heads, clearly clueless about the Fairy Funie's whereabouts. The Goddess Funie is not someone to be trifled with. Those she chooses are willing to sacrifice themselves for, while those she doesn't want to associate with are like drifting smoke, impossible to find.

"If I have the chance, I'll learn the art of crafting magical artifacts from the Goddess Funie. Maybe I can return the Xuan Yin Bi Yan Pearl intact." Benfeng accepted the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable from Yue Nu, watching as a dozen demon dolls waved to him. Led by Yue Nu and Cang Nu, he made his way to the Qingling Inn.

The Golden Palace Saintess, keeping her promise, remained hidden in the clouds, protecting him.

"Going to take a bath! I've finally escaped with my life again! Sister Xue Que, Lady Le Zi, you must have been waiting anxiously, your husband is here!" Benfeng shouted, rushing to the hot spring pool. Without even taking off his clothes, he jumped in.

About seven or eight hundred paces from Miss Xue Que and Queen Le Zi, a jade-like figure stood on a round blue stone by the pool. Watching Benfeng splash around carefree in the pool, she covered her mouth and laughed.

Ying Fuzhen.

Benfeng saw Ying Fuzhen and, without a second thought, called out, "Sect Leader Ying, come wash up! It'll feel so good to be all clean." But

as soon as he said it, Benfeng realized something was amiss. Sect Leader Ying was still a virgin; how could she engage in such filthy and obscene activities with him? Especially since Sect Leader Ying seemed to dislike frivolous behavior in her boudoir. For an ordinary man, even catching a glimpse of Ying Fuzhen's beautiful figure from afar was a luxury.

"Am I spoiling your mood again? Why don't you go to Miss Xueque and the others first? When you're... satisfied, I'll come find you." Ying Fuzhen carefully chose her words, afraid of uttering any vulgarities. After all, the disciples of the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance were nearby; if they overheard, she wouldn't know how to react—it would be incredibly embarrassing.

"Sect Leader Ying must have something important to discuss. Let's talk things out first." Benfeng suddenly jumped out of the water, stood beside Ying Fuzhen, and turned to shout to Xueque and Queen Lezi, "You two are all cleaned up, go to the private room and wait. Your husband will definitely make sure you have a good time."

"Don't shout so loudly, lest strangers think I'm here to fight over a man." Ying Fuzhen took out a fine silk handkerchief and handed it to Benfeng.

After Benfeng wiped the water droplets from his face, Ying Fuzhen said gently, "I came here for nothing much, just to tell you that my sister, Fuyan, has gone to the Moro Ghost Realm. This time, she's really going to be your mortal enemy. I'm worried that if she attracts the Ghost King of the Moro Ghost Realm, you'll have to be careful."

"This news is extremely important. Survival is paramount. Only with life can we deal with anything, whether it's related or not," Benfeng blinked, looking at Ying Fuzhen with childlike innocence. "And there's more, there should be something even more important."

"How do you know there's something more important?" Ying Fuzhen smiled gently.

"Hehe, you know, I know. Ever since I was kidnapped to Mount Zimoro by that fool King Menmoro, I've thought that Sect Leader Ying and I are now of one mind, advancing and retreating together. My mortal enemy is Sect Leader Ying's mortal enemy, and Sect Leader Ying's mortal enemy is also my mortal enemy." Benfeng had already learned to subtly and naturally tease the virgin's heart.

Although he sometimes acted like a silly goose, or displayed a childlike innocence of being slow to speak but quick to act, having been entangled in life-and-death struggles with enchantresses, ghosts, and witches, the words he inadvertently uttered could make a virgin like Ying Fuzhen, whose heart was beginning to flutter, tremble.

Ying Fuzhen lowered her head, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "I was talking about something else. Originally, I didn't really want to say it, but after seeing you, I felt it was better to say it. I know that no matter how difficult the matter I'm asking you to handle, you will do it... You don't really need to be so good to me. There are so many beautiful women in the world; you won't miss me."

Only then did Benfeng understand the true meaning behind Ying Fuzhen's words.

"Sect Leader Ying, for the sake of a disgrace to the Daoist sect like me, stubbornly refused to acknowledge Kunlun's authority. Moreover, disregarding the millennia-old reputation of the Wuyi Eight Daoist Alliance, he sent those sect leaders who wanted me dead back home with just a single sentence. How could I not go through fire and water for Sect Leader Ying…"

"Oh, no, it's because Lady Mingyue insisted that I was the ancestral master of the Wuyi Daoist sect. I didn't want to see rivers of blood flowing on Tianlai Mountain, so I used her influence… I wasn't just trying to save you. I said those things to make them leave quickly so you could heal the wound on my face."

Ying Fuzhen gently touched her cheek with her jade hand and asked softly, "Look, do I have any scars on my face?"

Ben Feng was just looking for an opportunity to get close to Ying Fuzhen, and upon hearing this, he immediately leaned closer.

Taking advantage of the situation was a natural skill for men.

"Don't get so close, don't let strangers see." Ying Fuzhen glanced at Benfeng, her jade-like face instantly turning red.

"I'm a doctor, I have to take a good look. On Mount Zimolu, I was a little worried that you didn't have anyone with medical knowledge around you, which might affect the recovery of your delicate skin." Benfeng examined her very carefully, not even missing the finest hairs.

A face of exquisite jade-like tenderness, one could never tire of looking at it.

"Any scars?"

"No, not a single one. It's even more delicate than before, incomparably jade-like. As a doctor, I can't help but want to take a few more glances." Benfeng smelled the virgin fragrance of the sect leader Ying and couldn't help but want to cup Ying Fuzhen's incomparably jade-like face and kiss her a few times.

"You... look if you want, just don't get too close. I'm still not used to having a man so close." Ying Fuzhen was still able to maintain her composure, deliberately chuckled, and turned her face to the side.

Benfeng chuckled dryly a few times, grabbed his still dripping clothes, and wrung out the water.

"I'll teach you a Fire Gathering Technique that can quickly dry your clothes." Ying Fuzhen breathed sweetly into Benfeng's ear, reciting the Fire Gathering Technique. Benfeng followed the instructions, his mind focused on circulating his vital energy, and his body quickly warmed up. His clothes steamed with heat, and in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, they were completely dry.

This Fire Gathering Technique that Ying Fuzhen taught Benfeng could also ward off the cold. Disciples of the Wuyi Daoist sect begin practicing it as soon as they enter the sect.

"Oh dear, I forgot, I wanted you and the Demon King Fu Nie to help me... Actually, it wasn't me, it was..." Ying Fuzhen hesitated, about to continue, when she heard Ping Shuang and Zhongli Yizhen's voices.

The two women each carried an exquisite food box. Riding their flying swords, they called out before even reaching the hot spring pool, "Sect Leader Li, are you hungry? We brought you some delicious food." "My husband Benfeng, these are very tasty pastries, just made by Senior Sisters Qingwei and Qinghe, and snow lotus porridge."

Chapter 125 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [Forty-One]

Ping Shuang and Zhongli Yi landed gracefully by the pool, carrying their food boxes with delicate hands, just like ordinary women.

Ying Fuzhen, afraid of meeting Ping Shuang, turned to leave, but Benfeng stopped her, saying, "We're doing this openly and honestly, there's nothing to hide." "

Just now, you were so close, that's something to hide. It's shameful if unrelated people find out." In Ying Fuzhen's pure and innocent heart, she only divided ordinary people into two categories: those who were relevant and those who were unrelated.

Benfeng was someone Ying Fuzhen considered very relevant. Once, he regarded Kunlun as an inherently powerful entity. Later, when Lady Mingyue offered up the Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror of the True Lord of Wuyi, Ying Fuzhen saw a reflection in the mirror that resembled yet was not himself. He suddenly awoke, regarding the complexities and disturbances of the mortal world as mere dust. Everything was simply his true self, acting without betraying his conscience, and choosing those connected to him without betraying his conscience.

Ping Shuang saw Ying Fuzhen, who seemed about to leave but was not quite, and said, "Grandmaster, Senior Sister Qingwei and Senior Sister Qinghe made you Wuyi shortbread tea cakes, and..."

Upon hearing Ping Shuang's words, Ying Fuzhen suddenly released the Kasyapa Flying Talisman, his jade shadow floating up, not even having time to say anything to Ben Feng.

Zhongli Yizhen whispered to Pingshuang, "Let's keep quiet. If you make a sound, she'll leave."

"Then what should I do? Will I be punished by our late master? She came from Tianlai Mountain alone, with no one to talk to... I wanted to bathe with her and get clean." Pingshuang said innocently. "You

can't say that in broad daylight. You have to... say it in your private quarters, so that no one else can hear. I heard my grandfather say that my mother was just like your late master. She was either quietly playing the zither in her room or going up and down the mountain alone, never talking to anyone." Zhongli Yizhen couldn't understand the secrets of women's private quarters, so she could only use her own mother as an example.

"You two, wait here quietly, or find a secluded place to hide. I'm going to bring Sect Leader Ying back... She's so lonely, always wallowing in self-pity, it's...unfortunate. We can't let her continue to be alone." Benfeng transmitted his voice to Zhongli Yizhen and Pingshuang, his mind scanning the direction Ying Fuzhen was flying in, and then he released a flying talisman.

Ying Fuzhen leisurely floated to the top of the thousand-step earthen building. After climbing more than twenty steps, she sat down in the low-lying pavilion.

From the pavilion, one could observe the mountains, water, and clouds. The earthen building is where three rivers converge, connecting to the thousand peaks of the Qilian Mountains to the north, stretching endlessly, shrouded in layers of clouds.

Seeing Benfeng land on the steps, Ying Fuzhen smiled, took out a handkerchief, and placed it on the stone railing beside her. The dark blue-green railing, built of Qilian silica mud, appeared quite warm and inviting amidst the towering snow-capped peaks and glaciers. Ying Fuzhen's spotless white handkerchief, placed on the table, reflected the serene elegance of a young woman enjoying a leisurely spring day by the window.

Seeing Ying Fuzhen's refined demeanor, Benfeng casually recited: "Her beauty and fragrance have been praised by all, but who knows the depth of her unwavering loyalty?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Ying Fuzhen said, hugging her knees, glancing at Benfeng before turning her gaze to the drifting clouds beneath the pavilion.

"I will climb to the summit and survey all the mountains below..." Benfeng picked up the handkerchief Ying Fuzhen had placed on the seat and sat down a little distance away from Ying Fuzhen. "If only I could sit with Sect Leader Ying every day and watch the clouds drift by. Look, there are several plots of land on Tulou Mountain, lush with trees and grass. If we built a few thatched huts and raised a garden of chickens and geese, it would be a comfortable rural life."

"Being with me would be boring. I don't know how to make you happy like Madam Mingyue." As soon as Ying Fuzhen said this, she realized it was wrong and quickly changed the subject: "What I was talking about earlier was actually... I wanted you and Miss Funie to come up with a technique to temper the corpse, one that could be inhabited by a ghostly soul... I saw that your physical body was blown apart by Miss Yumei but didn't disintegrate, and that's when I thought of it. Is it feasible?"

"It should be feasible. Miss Funie is a master of weapon crafting, but..." Benfeng was thinking of Feng Xiaolian, that ghost girl, who was too difficult to deal with. Ying Fuzhen's pleading was, of course, for the sake of Feng Xiaolian, that freak of the ghost realm. This ghost girl, with only three lifetimes of cultivation as a demon, dared to stir up trouble in the realms of demon kings, truly a prodigy in the ghost world. Unfortunately, she showed him no mercy whatsoever, and was ruthless and merciless even towards Ying Fuzhen, exploiting her with every means possible.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. Everything in this world is a matter of chance. If it succeeds, it succeeds; if it doesn't, don't be bound by anything. Just act according to your nature," Ying Fuzhen smiled charmingly. "Sit closer. I won't eat you. There aren't many people here; I'd like to sit here a little longer."

Benfeng sat closer, gently touching Ying Fuzhen's shoulder. Ying Fuzhen wore a pair of smooth, embroidered blue-green silk trousers from Jiangnan, and a matching brocade robe with small buckles, adorned with a jade-green silk scarf.

Her elegant and refined attire accentuated her slender and graceful figure.

Benfeng sat upright, hands on his knees. Ying Fuzhen remained silent, letting the silk scarf around her neck flutter. Benfeng caught a whiff of a fragrance that permeated his senses and couldn't help but sniff it a few more times. He also inhaled Ying Fuzhen's delicate body scent.

A fragrance that filled Chang'an? In the present city of Chang'an, the residences of princes and ministers must be filled with fragrant trees and beautiful women dancing.

...

On the Ba Bridge in Chang'an, Emperor Yang Jian of the Sui Dynasty gazed at the moon. He was enjoying a rare moment of leisurely stroll, accompanied by two palace eunuchs who bowed respectfully.

These two eunuchs were somewhat too delicate, almost like women.

Empress Dugu Jialuo was not with him. Dugu Jialuo was engrossed in alchemy and had gone to Zhongnan Mountain. Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo each had their own desires, yet they still wanted to project an image of perfect harmony in front of their ministers.

Late at night, Yang Jian left the palace incognito, intending to find a place outside the palace where he could indulge in pleasure. The two eunuchs accompanying him were actually two slender and clever palace maids. The inner palace was teeming with Dugu Jialuo's spies, so even if Yang Jian wanted to have some fun, he could only finish quickly and not fully enjoy himself.

To truly satisfy his desires, he needed to avoid Dugu Jialuo's spies and find another place.

"As the emperor, I cannot even indulge in the pleasures of the boudoir," Yang Jian sighed, descending the Ba Bridge and walking along a street into a brothel.

Yiyunfang.

Dressed as a wealthy merchant, Yang Jian was led by two clever palace maids dressed as eunuchs, who seemed like seasoned veterans of the pleasure quarters. They skillfully guided him to the second floor of Yiyunfang. The two maids addressed Yang Jian as "Master Yueguan," a title he found very flattering.

Yiyunfang had two top courtesans, Luo Xiuxiu and Yan Xuansi.

In the south-facing pavilion, Yan Xuansi's painting "Spring River Warming" hung on the north wall. A long scroll, six feet high and twelve feet long, immediately caught Yang Jian's attention. The painting was exquisitely detailed, and the artistic conception was superb; even in the imperial palace, such a masterpiece was rarely seen.

"Who painted this?" Yang Jian asked.

"Reporting to Lord Yueguan, it was Yan Xuansi, a courtesan here."

"A fine painting! Have her paint one for me... for us, a good one." Yang Jian's tone was imperious. On his first incognito trip outside the palace, he had been led into a brothel by two audacious palace maids. Although they were dressed as wealthy merchants, their demeanor still revealed the arrogance of someone sitting high on the dragon throne in the imperial palace, looking down upon their ministers.

A tinkling of jade pendants, four or five women of average appearance entered the pavilion and surrounded Yang Jian.

Smelling the cheap perfume, Yang Jian frowned. "All of you, step back. Let that Yan Xuansi come out; I want to see her."

"Lord Yueguan, you must first offer silver," a palace maid reminded Yang Jian.

"Two hundred taels."

One of them scoffed, "Hmph, you think you can see a girl at Yiyunfang with just two hundred taels of silver? I won't serve you."

The girls at Yiyunfang cost at least six hundred taels, and to see Yan Xuansi, you'd need at least two thousand taels. The dignified Emperor of the Sui Dynasty was being looked down upon for his meager offer.

"You!" Yang Jian was furious.

"Master Yue Guan, calm down. Let's go to our room. Let's not waste our time here." A palace maid tossed a three-thousand-tael silver note to the head steward of Yiyunfang who was waiting nearby. "Wangxian Pavilion: anyone who enters without permission will be killed!"

The palace maid was adept at using her power to intimidate others.

Yang Jian, still angry, was led by a pimp to the third floor of Wangxian Pavilion.

Unfortunately, Yan Xuansi hadn't returned from her night out. Yang Jian casually picked a tune and asked a courtesan to sing Luo Xiuxiu's "Jade Beauty Flying Flowers in Eighteen Bends."

The courtesan was dressed in a purple silk robe, short-sleeved and narrow-fitting, seemingly fully covered, revealing only her delicate collarbones. The hem of the robe barely reached her breasts, highlighting her ample bosom. Several thin straps on either side of the robe fastened between her breasts, making her extremely alluring. It wasn't just the prominent cleavage that captivated Yang Jian's eyes; her exquisitely shapely figure was unlike the rigid attire of the concubines in the palace, who were strictly restrained by Empress Dugu and dared not cross any boundaries.

Listening to the courtesan's soft, melodious voice, Yang Jian was deeply moved.

"I have been on the throne for over ten years, yet I have never experienced such pleasure… Though I am the supreme ruler, even matters within the women's quarters cannot be done as I please…" Yang Jian sighed heavily.

A soft sound followed, and Yan Xuansi, a famous courtesan of Chang'an, pushed open the door and entered. A renowned courtesan is indeed a renowned courtesan. She recognized Emperor Yang Jian of the Sui Dynasty at a glance, merely bowing slightly, her jade-like hands folded in front of her chest, and softly said, "Sisi greets Your Majesty. How fortunate Sisi is to have met the revered Emperor in her boudoir."

"You, are you Yan Xuansi, who charges two thousand taels of silver for a single meeting?" Yang Jian stared intently at the famous courtesan of Chang'an

, a courtesan whose beauty was so coveted by the nobility. "Sisi only seeks opportunity; she has no interest in worldly possessions. If the head steward hadn't informed me, Sisi would have thought she was indulging in wishful thinking."

Yan Xuansi's attire resembled that of two palace maids serving Yang Jian; she wore greyish-blue clothes, a fine cotton belt around her waist, and carried a flower hoe in one hand and a few crimson petals in the other. A

hoe-wielding flower-burying maid?

"Sisi will change her clothes and then pay her respects to Your Majesty." Yan Xuansi chuckled, a seductive glance sweeping over the seated Yang Jian, before stepping forward.

Yang Jian was still staring at Yan Xuansi's back. He was stunned. Her beauty was like still water, untouched by time, a beauty that could topple kingdoms. At first glance, Yang Jian felt that everything else in the world was worthless.

Why wasn't there such a beauty in the palace?

Yang Jian waved to the courtesan who was still playing the zither, "You may leave now. I will come to hear your music again when I have time." The courtesan was clearly not expecting the man opposite her to be the Holy Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty, and retreated in a rather flustered manner. Yang Jian waited impatiently for Yan Xuansi.

Only by sleeping with a woman like this could he be considered a real man, regardless of whether she was a concubine in the palace or a lowly prostitute in a brothel.

Chapter 126 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, The Law of the Demon King [42]

Yan Xuansi was wearing a worn-out coarse cloth official robe. It was exactly the same as the rough clothes worn by Su Wei, the Right Minister of the Great Sui Dynasty, when he went to court to meet the emperor. Yang Jian was greatly surprised when he saw her. This woman was clearly not just a courtesan who knew how to amuse and flirt.

“A large boat carries a heavy load, a swift horse gallops far… Your Majesty, I have presumptuously donned official robes; please forgive me.” Yan Xuansi bent her knees, about to kneel.

Yang Jian hurriedly rose and supported Yan Xuansi's jade-like arm. “Here, you can just call me Master Yue Guan; no need for so many formalities… I’ve been cooped up in the palace for too long and just came out for a stroll.”

“Master Yue… Guan, please sit.” Yan Xuansi lightly turned her jade-like hand, taking the Emperor’s hand in hers, her eyes alluring.

Yang Jian sat back in his chair, feeling somewhat uneasy.

How could this woman’s attire be the same as that of Su Wei, the Right Attendant? Su Wei was the most troublesome figure for Yang Jian; he had been demoted and reinstated, then demoted again, only to be reinstated once more. His father, Su Chuo, wielded the power of a former high-ranking official to issue the Six Edicts, truly using regulations to command the emperor.

Dugu Jialuo's restrictions prevented Yang Jian from freely indulging in sensual pleasures with his concubines, while Su Wei prevented him from killing indiscriminately. Yang Jian harbored a deep resentment, believing Su Wei was acting out of concern for the Sui Dynasty's well-being, hence his restraint. "

I occasionally venture into brothels for a moment of indulgence, only to have my pleasure ruined by this scoundrel Su Wei.

" "Lord Yue Guan, how about I play the zither for you?" Yan Xuansi, observing Yang Jian's fury, spoke calmly.

"What's the point of listening? If not, we can listen later when we're in the mood." Yang Jian's expression softened, forcing a smile at Sisi. "We can just chat casually. I noticed you were carrying a flower hoe earlier, which puzzled me. With the weather getting colder, what exotic flowers and plants could possibly be found in Chang'an that would warrant Sisi's labor?"

"Your Majesty... Lord Yueguan, recently some strange gardeners from Dongfoshan have appeared in the West Market. Their peach and plum trees are bearing fruit in the dead of winter! People in the palace have even bought the seedlings. How come Lord Yueguan doesn't know?" Yan Xuansi stood respectfully beside Yang Jian, her coarse official robes slightly too long, and she couldn't help but adjust the sleeves with her delicate hands.

"Such attire is incongruous, almost as if it were done on purpose... Don't try anything funny in front of me. Here, I only want to enjoy myself." Yang Jian had no interest in these Dongfoshan gardeners; he only wanted to indulge in pleasure with the stunningly beautiful courtesan before him.

"Yes, Lord Yueguan." Yan Xuansi rolled up her long, loose sleeves, revealing her slender arms, turned, picked up the teapot brought in by a maid, and poured Yang Jian a cup of tea.

In Jiangnan, tea is filtered three times before a single cup is made.

The maids brought over tea pastries and a plate of winter peaches, a masterpiece by the Dongfushan Garden Master, a rare delicacy missed by Emperor Chen Shubao of the Southern Chen Dynasty, from the Pure Land Mountain.

Yang Jian took a sip of tea. It was a superior tea, soothing and cooling. Sipping his tea leisurely, Yang Jian's eyes casually swept over the plate of green and red winter peaches.

"Where did this tribute come from?" Yang Jian asked without suspicion. He treated Yiyunfang like his own harem; any novelties he saw naturally came from foreign lands.

"We grew them ourselves. They bore fruit in two months, but we haven't had a chance to eat them yet. Please, Lord Yue Guan, try some." Yan Xuansi picked one up with her jade-like hand and gently placed it to Yang Jian's lips.

Yang Jian took a bite.

The peach was crisp and sweet, a delicious taste he had never experienced before.

"Good stuff, excellent!" Yang Jian praised.

“If Your Majesty likes it, and if Your Majesty permits it, I will send some to the palace every now and then.” Yan Xuansi looked at Yang Jian with alluring eyes. “Your Majesty, have you given your permission?”

“I have. From now on, I will have the palace procurement staff… come here.” Yang Jian grasped Yan Xuansi’s jade hand, raised it to his lips, gently stroked it, and took a bite of the peach.

Yan Xuansi’s other hand quietly loosened her loose official robe, revealing the silk brocade garment underneath. This woman’s manipulation had truly captivated the Emperor of the Great Sui, making him lose his senses.

With a slight shift of her body, she leaned close to Yang Jian.

“Sisi is feeding Lord Yueguan a peach.” Yan Xuansi held the peach that Yang Jian had already bitten twice in, brought it to Yang Jian’s lips, and then brought her own lips close as well.

After Yang Jian took a bite, chewed, and swallowed, Yan Xuansi bit off a piece of green peach, gently nibbled it with her jade teeth, and fed it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, understanding the implied meaning of this teasing, opened his mouth and sucked on the green peach. Yan Xuansi's slightly upturned vulva entered Yang Jian's mouth, releasing a sweet sensation.

Yang Jian was extremely pleased and wrapped his arms around Yan Xuansi's slender waist.

"Lord Yue Guan... Sisi is so scared... Your Majesty should prioritize state affairs and shouldn't be making such frivolous gestures with Sisi in such a place." Two buttons on Yan Xuansi's brocade robe were undone, revealing two delicate jade-like breasts. Her emerald green silk bodice half-covered her two proud breasts.

Yang Jian's heart pounded at the sound of her words. Seeing those two beautiful mounds, he reached out and firmly grasped them, letting out a long breath. "I love your peach so much, such a big peach."

"Your Majesty, you're hurting Sisi." Yan Xuansi's voice was timid as she gently grasped Yang Jian's impatient, lustful hand and caressed it softly.

Yang Jian, pleased with himself, tightened his grip on Yan Xuansi, and the renowned courtesan trembled and went limp in his arms. Her alluring, delicate beauty was a far cry from the affected manner she displayed while dressed in her rough official robes.

Seeing this, the two clever palace maids discreetly withdrew outside the room.

Yan Xuansi nestled in Yang Jian's arms for only a moment before rising, taking two steps back, and kneeling on the ground, weeping, "Your Majesty, I did not mean to disturb your pleasure. I know I have committed a grave crime and will surely die… Your Majesty, with your great talent and ambition, your literary and military achievements, your campaigns in the south and north, your tireless work day and night, your countless affairs of state, your heart broken for the sake of the people—I have long admired you. But I know that Your Majesty is the Emperor of all the people." "Your Majesty is not a lowly person like Sisi. Your Majesty and Empress Dugu are deeply in love. In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches. Even if mountains crumble and heaven and earth unite, they cannot separate Your Majesty and Empress Dugu… How dare I, a lowly willow branch, defile Your Majesty's body? Considering this, I beg Your Majesty to grant me death as a warning to those who are disloyal. I will die without regret!"

Yang Jian listened to Yan Xuansi's words, pondered for a few breaths, his face shifting between anger and gloom.

Suddenly, he grabbed a teacup and threw it to the ground, stood up abruptly, and strode towards the door. Yan Xuansi knelt down, reached out and hugged Yang Jian's legs, weeping, "Your Majesty, please stay. I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken nonsense. I take back what I just said. Please punish me in my chambers."

Yang Jian never truly intended to leave. Despite his anger, Yang Jian was unwilling to let Yan Xuansi off so easily. "Hmph! If you really try to play any tricks on me, I will not only kill you, but also exterminate your entire family!"

Yan Xuansi pulled Yang Jian's hand and led him to the bed. The exquisite bed, made of silk and cork, was crafted by the imperial artisans of Southern Chen. No bed in Yang Jian's harem could match its luxury.

Two green gauze curtains, a golden silk quilt, and two fragrant pillows embroidered with orioles on the same branch—every item in the bed was meticulously chosen.

Yang Jian leaned closer, his fingers hooking Yan Xuansi's jade-like cheek. "You're really bold, daring to say anything. Now, let's see how I deal with you."

"Your Majesty, Sisi is so scared..." Yan Xuansi clutched the corner of the quilt and burrowed under the covers.

Yang Jian could no longer restrain himself. He threw back the quilt and, like a brute, roughly pulled off Yan Xuansi's silk trousers. Yan Xuansi gently gathered her undergarments with her jade-like hands, her voice trembling as she said, "Your Majesty, please don't take them off anymore. If you do, I'll have nothing left."

With these coquettish words, Yang Jian tore off Yan Xuansi's robe as well. The renowned courtesan was left with only a bodice that barely concealed her proud breasts and a slippery, half-undone, emerald-green undergarment.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid of you, I dare not... please spare me..." Yan Xuansi skillfully and persuasively pleaded with the Emperor of Sui.

...

Meanwhile, Benfeng and Ying Fuzhen were enjoying tea cakes in the pavilion on Tulou Mountain. Ying Fuzhen held a purple milk fruit the size of a goose egg.

"This is a tribute fruit given to the Emperor of Sui by Tuli Khan of Tuque. It's very rare even on Zimoluo Mountain. Would you like some?" Ying Fuzhen pretended to offer it to Benfeng's lips.

"Tribute fruit? How did tribute fruit end up in your hands?" Benfeng reached out to bite, but Ying Fuzhen placed the purple milk fruit in the fruit plate beside him.

"Madam Feng seized the land, and Tuli Khan prepared ten cartloads of tribute, all of which became ours. I never expected Madam Feng to be so devoted to you, husband. She's completely different from before she met you."

Ying Fuzhen also seemed completely different from before. He had almost fought Benfeng to the death at Jingtu Mountain and Tianlai Mountain.

"Heaven truly doesn't deceive me. I, Li Benfeng, never dreamed I would have such carefree days." Benfeng picked up the purple milk fruit from the plate, opened his mouth wide, and took a big bite of the tribute fruit that Tuli Khan was going to send all the way to the Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty, smacking his lips as he chewed.

Overthrowing the Great Sui Dynasty, how wonderful! Benfeng now really wanted to investigate the unknown secrets within the imperial palace of Chang'an. After several misfortunes, he found himself a thorn in the side of the Holy Emperor and Holy Empress of the Sui Dynasty. Because of a single sentence, "When the willow catkins fall, the plum blossoms bloom," blood would flow like rivers and heads would roll... The emperor, who was the supreme ruler, fantasized about the eternal stability of his country, but he did not know that the fate of the world was elusive and uncertain, and how many people could turn the tide of events?

"If one day you were to sit high on the throne, eating purple milk fruit with such unrefined manners, His Highness's ministers would be dumbfounded." Ying Fuzhen smiled at Benfeng, pinching a tea shortbread between two fingers, gently opening her lips, taking a bite, and putting it in her mouth.

Benfeng looked at Ying Fuzhen's elegant eating manner, "If I were to sit on that throne, I would bestow upon you the title of Zhenya Empress. Then, we would drink sweet tea, eat sweet cakes, issue orders to a group of ministers, and then... we would go to court hand in hand, and enter the bedchamber together..."

"The emperor, the supreme ruler, is not as lustful as you. You have long forgotten about someone as reserved as me. You have Lady Feng, Lady Mingyue, Sister Heilian, Princess Yunye... and in a few days, perhaps Lady Yumei and Lady Funie." Ying Fuzhen spoke these words without the slightest affectation, nor the bitterness of a young woman's unspoken words.

"The mistress of Yingmen is more beautiful than flowers, and the moon is supported by colorful clouds. How could I forget?" Benfeng looked at Ying Fuzhen with a blank expression.

"No wonder Sister Tianqin said you are a silly bird... Ah, Lady Mingyue is here. I need to find a place to meditate quietly. Lady Mingyue is the one that I, Emperor Benfeng, have long wanted to appoint as Empress Zhenya, more beautiful than flowers and supported by colorful clouds." Before Ying Fuzhen finished speaking, she had already taken flight. She

left without the slightest hesitation.

Benfeng looked at Ying Fuzhen's flying jade shadow and shook his head and sighed: "A beautiful flower and a beautiful woman are a perfect match, and a silly bird often stares at them... Fuzhen, you are the kind of girl I have long had my eye on."

Chapter 127 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [43]

Lady Mingyue has refined two new magic treasures, the Golden Clam Divine Wood Riding and the Eight Gates Dividing Light Banner of the Capital. The golden clam in Feiquan Cave on Feiquan Peak was subdued by Lady Mingyue. In Shenmu Mountain, seventeen gray-robed elders who protected the divine tree refined the golden clam and the divine wood wheel of the Wheel-Riding Venerable into the Golden Clam Divine Wood Ridge. The

Golden Clam Divine Wood Ridge is a very cool invisibility and flight magic weapon. The golden clam unfolds its two golden shells, which can protect more than a dozen people for invisible flight.

Benfeng and Lady Mingyue sat on the Golden Clam Divine Wood Ridge and flew more than a hundred miles in an instant. Overjoyed, Benfeng then rode the Golden Clam Divine Wood Ridge towards Zimolu Mountain.

Two snow tigers sprang out from the mountain stream. Benfeng went up and touched the fine fur on the snow tigers' necks. The snow tigers roared, but could not see Benfeng and Lady Mingyue so close to them.

Lady Mingyue released a gauze ribbon and wrapped it around the necks of the two snow tigers. With a few delicate shouts, the two snow tigers were ridden on a chariot, their four hooves kicking up, and they ran wildly through the mountain stream.

"Let's try the Eight Gates of Heavenly Light-Dividing Flag again. Fight!" Benfeng released the Eight Gates of Heavenly Light-Dividing Flag. Benfeng had long coveted Wuha's Eight Gates of Heavenly Light-Dividing Flag. This magic weapon, with its eight-sided Yin-Yang Gale, even troubled Lady Mingyue, who had cultivated for a thousand years and transformed into human form.

As soon as the Eight Gates of Heavenly Light-Dividing Flag was released, the two charging snow tigers suddenly stopped. Their beastly souls were shaken by the Yin-Yang Gale, their legs trembling.

"Husband, put the Golden Turtle King's essence into it and refine it for two hours. Then this magic weapon will be truly complete. If we encounter someone with Jin Yueju's cultivation level again, we won't have to fear him." Lady Mingyue condensed the four fragments of the Golden Turtle King's essence from the golden clam into the Eight Gates of Heavenly Flag, naturally elevating it to a higher level, making its attack power terrifying. Benfeng would then combine the five fragments of the Golden Turtle King's essence into one, which could forge a top-grade magic weapon.

This was Benfeng's first time refining a magic weapon. Benfeng was still clueless about the foundational tempering of magical artifacts, but he was quite adept at condensing and controlling the spirit.

The Golden Turtle King, obsessed with becoming one of the Seven Great Demon Kings, was instead subdued by the Golden Lotus Male and Female Pearls and became Benfeng's possession. This time, Benfeng was using the Golden Turtle King's spirit to temper the magical artifact,

a process fraught with danger. If there was even the slightest mistake, the Golden Turtle King would truly be annihilated, body and soul. The Eight Gates Flag of Wuha contained ancient Yin energy. As soon as Benfeng's Yang essence guided the Golden Turtle King's spirit into it, he felt waves of extremely powerful Soul-Devouring Yin energy pressing down upon him. The Golden Turtle King's spirit throbbed violently, clearly suffering immense pain.

"Here!" Benfeng unleashed the Immovable Fundamental Seal of the Mountain-Guarding Earth System, and a gentle stream of water covered the Golden Turtle King's spirit, gradually calming its violent throbbing. The four fragmented souls hidden in the Yin-Yang Wind floated up and merged with the Golden Turtle King's natal essence.

One layer of Xuanbing (mysterious ice), then another, and after an hour, the Golden Turtle King's original form appeared.

He had been resurrected from the dead. At this moment, even if the Golden Turtle King couldn't be one of the Seven Great Demon Kings, he could proudly declare himself the Eighth Demon King.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master." The Golden Turtle King in the Eight Gates Banner of the Capital nodded happily to Benfeng.

"I'll give you a name. From now on, I'll call you Bajin (Eight Gold), Bajin Yu Bamen (Eight Golds Controlling the Eight Gates), okay?" Benfeng looked at the Golden Turtle King's adorable appearance.

"Thank you for bestowing a name, Master." The Golden Turtle King nodded again.

For the next hour, Benfeng didn't need to expend any more effort refining; the Golden Turtle King, with five hundred years of demon cultivation, could refine the ancient Yin essence with Yin-Yang techniques.

Two hours passed, and dawn was approaching. Lady Mingyue rode the Golden Clam Divine Wood and flew down to the Black Lotus Hall.

The Fairy Fu Nie, dressed in plain white, leaned lazily against a section of divine wood outside the Black Lotus Hall, her eyes gazing intently at the Eight Gates Dividing Light Banner that Ben Feng had just forged.

A Nascent Soul stage Divine King, of course, recognized its value.

"Little husband Ben Feng, if you continue to flaunt yourself like this, even the Golden Immortals of Kunlun will avoid you," the Fairy Fu Nie said, summoning the Frowning Eyebrow Mirror. Focusing her consciousness, she carefully observed Ben Feng's process of fusing the five essences of the Golden Turtle King.

Suddenly, the Frowning Eyebrow Mirror flashed violently, revealing a sinister figure that vanished in an instant.

"Who?" Lady Mingyue exclaimed in surprise.

The Divine King Fu Nie remained silent, concentrating his consciousness to track the hidden presence. The fleeting figure was merely a illusory manifestation of divine soul consciousness. Any being capable of arousing the consciousness of both the Moon Wheel Demon King and the Divine King Fu Nie possessed formidable strength. An ancient path appeared within the Frowning Eyebrow Mirror of the Divine King Fu Nie. Hundreds of Yin cultivators drifted along the ancient road, but few merchants passed by. Traveling at night was, of course, a major taboo for merchants.

"I know," Buddha-Nie smiled gently. "Instead of staying in Chang'an, you want to devour the Turks and Tiele too? What a big appetite you have."

"The Yin maiden of the Earth Treasury Sect has improved her cultivation so quickly," Lady Mingyue remarked.

Buddha-Nie said, "Not only did she offend this young master Feng, but she also angered Sister Mingyue. She really overestimates herself. She even went to provoke Lady Feng, and she's really angry because of her insolence."

"Who offended me?" Benfeng asked, quite surprised.

"There's a stunningly beautiful woman in Chang'an who has taken a liking to this young master Feng. The Holy Emperor of the Great Sui is going to interrogate this young master Feng again," Buddha-Nie deliberately kept them in suspense.

"The Holy Emperor of the Great Sui? Yang Jian? I miss him so much... Chang'an is beautiful, its scenery is familiar, the sunrise paints the willow catkins redder than fire, spring has passed and the plum blossoms have all fallen. Lady Feng just seized several carts of tribute that Tuli Khan was going to give him. Could it be that this old rascal got the news so quickly?" Based on my guess, I roughly know that Yang Jian has found some powerful force again and is going to play dirty tricks on me.

The Great Sui Dynasty is vast, and it's inevitable that powerful forces openly attach themselves to it and secretly use it. Using the power of the emperor, they can take whatever they want, even those from the reclusive sects would gladly use them. That old devil Su Chuo is using the power of Dugu Jialuo's harem. Yang Jian, the supreme ruler of the nine kingdoms, will naturally attract even more attention. Yang Jian's

million-strong army defeated the Southern Chen Dynasty; although it was only a struggle between the rise and fall of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, it was a major shift in the fate of the world. The Southern Chen dynasty, despite its abundant resources and prosperous people, was destroyed by the Northern Sui dynasty in just a few years, a truly perplexing calamity. The highly respected Shen Wuhua, a guardian of Buddhism, failed to avert the fall of the Southern Chen. Was it truly fate, or was Shen Wuhua merely an ordinary woman who preached Buddhist scriptures, possessing only a hollow reputation?

One dynasty falls, another rises; North and South are unified, and the imperial grandeur of the Sui Dynasty shines like the sun in the sky, dazzling countless Buddhist and Taoist sects. Weighing the pros and cons, a choice must be made.

The choice of the Yin cultivators was almost unanimous: they chose Emperor Yang Jian of the Sui Dynasty. After destroying the Southern Chen Dynasty, the Sui Emperor truly ruled the entire land, subjugating dozens of foreign kingdoms.

Throughout the year, carriages laden with rare treasures traveled thousands of miles to pay tribute to the Sui Emperor and Empress. Powerful forces from all sides vied for their allegiance, including reclusive Taoist cultivators who detached themselves from worldly affairs.

Gods and Buddhas, reclusive Taoist cultivators... In Tianlai Mountain, Yang Jian was driven to the brink of death by Shen Wuhua's disciples and Yuwen Yunzhong of the Sanqing Sect. In despair, he narrowly escaped death, barely escaping with his life. Back in the Chang'an palace, though seated on the throne, he felt that in the mortal world, even as the supreme ruler, he was nothing more than a puppet, manipulated and slaughtered by powerful, otherworldly forces who viewed the mortal realm as mere dust. The vast empire was nothing but an empty dream… After a period of depression, the constant flattery gradually faded his memory of the humiliation at Tianlai Mountain. Surrounded by outstanding figures discussing the rise and fall of the world's fortunes, his despondency dissipated, and his ambition rekindled. He couldn't help but yearn for the ethereal path to immortality through Buddhist cultivation.

The secret Buddhist sects unknown to the world—the Mahayana School and the Taishang Wuyun Dao School, which claimed to be based on the innate Dao—became Yang Jian's two major pillars of support in the secluded Buddhist and Daoist traditions.

Yang Jian's willingness to wander at night was not due to overconfidence or the belief that the world was at peace and no one cared about his head. The Mahayana Buddhist sect and the Taishang Wuyun Daoist sect had already dispatched disciples to guard the palace, disguised as inconspicuous palace maids and eunuchs. That night, the two palace maids closely following Yang Jian were disciples of the Taishang Wuyun Daoist sect.

Dozens of prominent figures in the Southern Chen dynasty who had plotted rebellion had already died at the hands of the Taishang Wuyun Daoist sect. Inside and outside the palace, though seemingly calm, undercurrents were surging; killing and being killed were daily occurrences within the palace. Moreover, with the cries of the Sui dynasty's impending collapse never ceasing, how could the Sui imperial family remain indifferent?

The princes and nobles, of course, would not idly watch the rise and fall of dynasties, secretly cultivating their own power. With Yang Jian's decree, some were promoted, some were killed, and some were exiled.

The existence of this Prime Minister and his ladies, of course, inevitably made them the sworn enemies that the Holy Emperor of Sui was determined to eliminate. Under such circumstances, if you didn't kill, you would be killed.

"Yang Jian, whatever you want to play, I'll play along." Ben Feng's words now came from a far cry from his foolish ignorance on Pure Land Mountain. He could speak with such confidence thanks to his rapidly growing strength and the increasing number of powerful figures around him.

These past few days, Lady Mingyue hadn't just been helping Queen Lez train her skilled soldiers for the restoration of her kingdom. Understanding the changing times and strategizing were essential for victory.

In the Black Lotus Saintess's Black Lotus Hall, a chessboard depicting landscapes was displayed. Chang'an City was vividly depicted. Chencang Mountain and Jiu Kui Mountain in Fufeng County belonged to the Mahayana Buddhist sect and the Supreme Five Aggregates sect, respectively.

Further on, there were Shigu Mountain and Niaoshu Mountain in Tianshui County, and Yinpan Mountain in Anding County.

Ben Feng only glanced at them a few times before spotting over a dozen unheard-of Yin Cultivation sects. They were all vying for power and fortune, competing for centuries to come.

Without several brushes with death, one would truly be like a frog in a well, gazing at the sky.

A bewitching jade-like figure appeared in the mirror of the Divine King—Yan Xuansi, a famous courtesan of Yiyunfang in Chang'an. Benfeng, gazing closely at the woman's appearance in the mirror, couldn't help but feel pity. She was

truly pitiful to all.

Unfortunately, this woman was an enemy, not a friend. The news that Lady Feng had robbed Tuli Khan's tribute was relayed to Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo by Yan Xuansi's men. The tribute Tuli Khan offered to the two emperors of the Sui Dynasty was not merely a few rare treasures; it was precious materials for Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo to refine the Supreme Elixir. Tuli Khan had sacrificed two hundred elite soldiers to gather those tributes—a considerable investment. How could

the Holy Emperor and Empress not be furious?

Chapter 128 Three Hundred Saintesses, The Laws of the Demon King [44]

At the foot of Mudfire Ridge, on the official road leading from Jade Gate Pass to Fu'e City, the convoy of the Lezi Kingdom's tribute mission to the Sui Dynasty wound its way along. There were at least thirty carriages.

The treasures were plentiful. Accompanying the convoy was a group of enchanting Lezi musicians. The musicians rode on Qilian Snow Lion horses, holding Lezi jade zithers in their hands, singing as they went.

Queen Lezi, who was hiding in the giant stone forest of Mudfire Ridge, couldn't help but softly join in: Sweet fruit wine, sweet fruit wine, let me drink cup after cup...

Queen Lezi sang beautifully, and Miss Xueque couldn't help but sing along. Lady Mingyue said with a smile: "You are not ambushing, you are clearly going to openly attack... We are robbing our own things, we must not destroy them, what is this called, my husband says it is cherishing our own possessions."

"There are still ten miles left, we should move out." Benfeng reminded.

Lady Benfeng, Lady Mingyue, and Xiao Hei (Lady Black Lotus), hidden within the Golden Clam Divine Wood, floated slowly along the official road leading to Fu'ai City. The approaching tribute caravan from the Kingdom of Lezi remained completely unnoticed, as did the two rows of soldiers wielding longswords.

A dozen or so idle merchants followed the Lezi caravan along the road. These twenty-odd men rode very ordinary packhorses, carrying only common furs and herbs. Their sole purpose in following the Lezi delegation was to visit the long-admired capital of Chang'an, the capital of the Sui Dynasty.

Following the delegation was the safest option; even if powerful bandits dared to rob them, the delegation's guards would undoubtedly prevail. Along the way, the merchants had already encountered over a dozen bandit attacks; the guards had killed over three hundred, while their own soldiers had only suffered minor injuries to a dozen or so.

The soldiers escorting the envoy were all elite troops handpicked from the best, veterans of bloody battles, capable of taking on ten men each, and utterly loyal warriors. Leading the delegation were two Golden Sword-level guards from the inner palace, both martial artists at their peak, veterans of countless battles. One of them was General Chechuli, a hero who fought alongside Queen Lezi against the Tiele army at the Red Sand Mountain. When Queen Lezi was forced to flee the kingdom by her two princely brothers, he was stationed on the western coast. Upon returning home, he harbored deep suspicions about the princes' actions and secretly sent men to investigate Queen Lezi's whereabouts.

This mission to the Sui Dynasty provided Chechuli with a legitimate reason to gather information. Chechuli had already received news that Queen Lezi had appeared on Tulou Mountain. If the evidence of the princes' rebellion was confirmed, General Chechuli would certainly help Queen Lezi reclaim her throne.

The ostentatious display of the envoy's caravan was precisely intended to spread the news among merchants along the route. General Garage, who had never enjoyed music or dance, had the Leuz musicians sing and play instruments the entire way.

The musicians, as if to reward these elite soldiers, sang soft and beautiful Han Chinese tunes like "The Jade Maiden Flying Flowers in Eighteen Bends." The soldiers, mounted on horseback, listened with great interest, unable to resist showing off their riding skills to the musicians, galloping back and forth, brandishing their longswords with impressive might.

Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out, and two soldiers' longswords flew from their hands. Then, their Qilian Snow Lion horses seemed to be lifted up, floating into the air and disappearing in an instant.

Swords and horses were the lifeblood of cavalry. The two soldiers stood on the ground, empty-handed, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Watch out!"

"An attack!"

"Form ranks!"

A centurion at the head of the column shouted, raising his greatsword high, his eyes fixed intently on the soldiers rapidly forming ranks.

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" Three more soldiers' longswords and their Qilian Snow Lion horses vanished into thin air.

"Who goes there, causing trouble here!" Garrison Che Li, the golden-sword guard from the Kingdom of Lezi, roared, spurring his Snow Lion horse to the soldiers who had just formed ranks. He swung his black-gold greatsword, unleashing a chilling sword aura.

As the aura was released, the sky instantly became a clear golden expanse.

A furious strike from a peak-stage martial artist would instantly kill a novice cultivator with shallow cultivation.

"Kucha Li, put down your sword!" Queen Lez suddenly appeared, standing atop a boulder, a massive sword gleaming with a bluish light in her hand.

"Lez Yanmo, Your Majesty, you...you're alive, you're really not dead." Kucha Li threw down his black gold greatsword, leaped off his horse, and knelt before Queen Lez.

The hundred-odd soldiers behind Kucha Li also jumped off their horses and knelt behind him.

"Don't kneel! Lez Yanmo is a sinner of Lez! Who dares to kneel!" A palace guard, also wielding a black gold greatsword, pointed his sword at the kneeling soldiers. "Did you hear that? Lez Yanmo is a sinner! Stand up!"

"Lez Yanmo is our true king!" A dozen soldiers tried to stand, but were intimidated by Kucha Li's roar.

"Kucha Li, are you plotting a rebellion?" The black gold greatsword flashed, a sword aura blasting towards Kucha Li.

"Chimig, wake up! Don't you know? Our Kingdom of Lez has been seized by that most despicable man, Heszab, and the one sitting on the throne is his puppet!" Garrison Plow blocked Chimig's onslaught with the black gold shield on his back.

"Queen Lez is your true queen!" Snow Maiden, wielding a jade sword forged by Lady Bright Moon, her proud blue armor gleaming, rushed to Garrison Plow's side.

Benfeng flew out from the Golden Clam Divine Wood, directly wielding the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword. A golden dragon shadow cleaved Chimig's black gold greatsword into the ground. Then, a dozen more sword strikes cleaved the greatswords of the assassins standing behind Chimig.

Queen Lez leaped down from the boulder, holding the jade seal of the Lez Kingdom aloft. "Open your eyes and see! Only the one who possesses this seal is the King of Lez!"

"You spoke too soon. Hmph, you have quite the audacity, actually stealing the Lez Kingdom's seal." From behind the caravan, a figure clad in a black cloak moved swiftly, hovering before Queen Lez.

"Hand over the seal. If you swear never to return to Lez, I can guarantee your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"You? You dare to speak to me? A lackey of Heszab! What right do you have to stand before me!" Queen Lez finished speaking bitterly, suddenly tossing the Lez Kingdom's seal into the air.

"Seize this woman who stole the seal!" The black cloak billowed violently, seemingly about to scoop up the Lez Kingdom's seal in mid-air.

"Helsloza, you traitor who stole our national seal! Die!" Queen Lez's greatsword flew from her hand, slashing straight at Helsloza.

Helsloza disdainfully flicked his long sleeve, releasing a burst of Yin energy that struck Queen Lez's azure greatsword.

"Ah, you!" Queen Lez's azure greatsword pierced a hole in Helsloza's sleeve, and the greatsword, flashing a dazzling azure light, struck Helsloza's back.

Helsloza was shocked; the greatsword contained an extremely terrifying magic array. In his alarm, Helsloza withdrew the black cloak that had been wrapped around the Lez national seal, and in an instant, it unfolded, dense azure-black energy immediately concealing him within. With a loud boom, Helsloza groaned, his body flying out, his arms in an extremely awkward embrace, his hands desperately blocking Queen Lez's azure greatsword.

The azure giant sword relentlessly slashed, forcing Hesluozha to tumble and roll into the ravine.

"Die! Die! Die! You despicable lackey!" Queen Lezi leaped up, catching the falling Lezi Kingdom Seal, placing it in her backpack, then drew a four-foot-long giant sword from her back. She rushed into the ravine, slashing the already battered Hesluozha in the back, then gripping the azure giant sword and brutally shredding Hesluozha into a pile of minced meat.

The voice of the God-King Fune softly rang out: "It's good to leave him alive. We can take him to the Earth God Mountain; we can have him as a guide."

Queen Lezi possessed such divine power that she could turn Hesluozha's carefully trained disciple into a pile of minced meat. It was the spirit of the maiden Fune who had possessed the sword; even two Hesluozha would be beyond dead.

Lady Mingyue forced out the Chaika chieftain, who had been hiding in the ravine. Chief Chaika's face turned purplish-black, and his waist was burned so badly by a beam of Shadow-Seizing Glass that his internal organs were exposed. Chief Chaika had not yet reached the level of abandoning his physical body to possess another's body; he had tried to escape twice, but was caught by Lady Mingyue's Shadow-Seizing Glass each time. Seeing that he could not escape, Chief Chaika had no choice but to surrender.

There was still one person fighting desperately in the arena. The inner palace's golden sword guard, Chimig, wielded his black gold sword and clashed sword-to-sword with Miss Xueque.

Chimig never expected that a seemingly insignificant woman would actually use her primal power to fight him head-on.

Only Queen Lezi Yanmo had the strength to fight him.

After the fierce battle, Chimig had no will to fight anymore. As long as Queen Lezi had the national seal in her hand, she was the rightful queen; the two princes must have done something shady.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I surrender." Chimig took a few steps back and threw away the black gold sword in his hand.

"Tie him up." Queen Lez walked angrily to Chimig, pointing her greatsword at his chest. "Do you want to live or die?"

"I'll leave it to the Queen!" Chimig said defiantly. Benfeng

pulled a green vine from the ditch and handed it to Xueque. "General Chimig listened to the treacherous schemes of villains and mistook the King for someone else. He should have been beheaded and his entire family executed. However, our Queen Yanmo is kind-hearted and forgiving, and will surely still give General Chimig an important position. Use this vine to make General Chimig suffer temporarily, and we'll discuss it further once the Queen's anger subsides."

Xueque simply wrapped the vine around Chimig's neck and arms, then pushed him towards the garage plow.

"Hmph, if it weren't for my husband's mercy, I would have torn you to pieces. The night I fled, you Golden Sword Guards actually stood by and did nothing. I give you so much gold every month, and you just sit there doing nothing. You deserve to die." Even if Queen Lez wasn't kind-hearted, she knew that she needed manpower right now. Golden Sword Guards like Chimig were truly rare and valuable generals. There were only about a hundred of them in the entire inner palace of Lez.

"Thank you for sparing my life, Your Majesty." Chimig finally knelt down.

The soldiers of Benfeng Dynasty standing on both sides of Chimig shouted: "The Queen Lez's national seal is here. You kneel and listen to the holy decree!"
Chapter 129 of 10-06: Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [45]

Finally, they got what belonged to them. After

Queen Lez finished proclaiming the holy decree, she began to reward the soldiers generously. With the national seal in hand, the soldiers no longer worried that they had become traitors. Benfeng and Xueque distributed silver, five hundred taels to everyone below the rank of centurion. Benfeng was truly kind-hearted; though he didn't appear mature or composed, he was very approachable, and we could sit together, pat each other on the shoulder, and talk about the ancient legends of Kunlun and the underworld.

After distributing the silver, they set up a fire by the roadside to cook. Benfeng gathered some firewood, built a bonfire, and roasted wild bear meat. The wild bear meat was hunted by Xueque and Lady Black Lotus. Several centurions sang the Lezi war song around the fire. After roasting three wild bears, they divided them into three piles, and everyone ate and drank heartily.

Benfeng drank Lezi sweet wine, ate wild bear meat, and listened to Lezi musicians sing several elegant tunes that seemed to belong only in heaven. Seeing the dozen or so wounded soldiers, Benfeng happily applied medicine to treat their wounds. The soldiers, seeing Benfeng's skillful treatment, felt deeply grateful for Queen Lezi's boundless grace and Benfeng's compassion for his subordinates. Queen Lezi and Lasha Gaiboti cheered loudly. Queen Lezi bestowed upon Benfeng the title of Lasha Gaiboti of the Lezi Kingdom, which, in the official title of the Sui Dynasty, was equivalent to the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.

General Chechuli and Lord Benfeng got along particularly well, feeling as if they had known each other for a long time. They drank six bowls of sweet wine together and happily shared the wild bear meat.

After the soldiers had eaten and drunk their fill and rested for an hour, they resumed their original marching route towards Fu'ai City. Garrison General Chechu rode alongside Benfeng, his face beaming with the exhilarating joy of annihilating treacherous officials and feasting together. Pointing his black sword forward, he declared, "On the day we return to the capital, I will surely chop those rebellious traitors in the palace into mincemeat!"

Benfeng laughed heartily, "The Queen is fortunate to have such a loyal and unwavering pillar of the nation as General Chechu. When I first met the Queen, she didn't even have a maidservant by her side, enduring hardship as the lowest of slaves, waiting for her opportunity. Although the Queen has now regrouped, she still lacks many loyal ministers like General Chechu. Returning to the capital will be fraught with difficulties."

General Chechu, however, said, "The Queen met Benfeng..." "The people of Lez are truly fortunate. Lord Benfeng is no ordinary man. With Lord Benfeng strategizing for the Queen, victory is assured. That insidious scourge, Heszab, will have nowhere to escape!" Benfeng said

, "Indeed, General Chechu is invincible, charging into battle and crushing all who stand in his way. That super scourge, Heszab, who deserves to die a thousand times over, will one day have his head hung on the walls of the royal city, so that the people of Lez can see the fate of a traitor!"

The two flattered each other, their conversation quite congenial. Before they knew it, the convoy had traveled more than thirty miles. The scouts reported that they were still more than eighty miles from Fu'e City, requiring more than a day's journey. With cartloads of goods, the march could not be too fast. Soldiers needed to scout along the way, and information needed to be relayed to the Sui Dynasty's garrison. According to Queen Lez's decree, the envoy's convoy entered Fu'e City, and the Lez cavalry moved to Mudfire Ridge. Han Qinhu was well-versed in market trends; he had reserved half of the treasury at Mudfire Ridge for Benfeng. Queen Lezi's elite close guard, plus the subjugated Lezi cavalry, now numbered five thousand. Feeding five thousand people required substantial financial expenditure.

The convoy traveled another twenty li, when the scouts encountered Han Qinhu's personal guards inspecting the defenses. The guards informed the scouts that General Han had already departed from Wuwei County and was preparing to welcome Queen Lezi into the city.

Han Qinhu intended to create a grand spectacle for Queen Lezi, to intimidate the two princes in Lezi's capital who were plotting to seize the throne. Han Qinhu, stationed on the western border of Liang, naturally held the two princes of Lezi in utter contempt. If not for his position as the Grand Administrator of Liang during the Sui Dynasty, Han Qinhu would have already marched north to restore Queen Lezi's legitimacy. Benfeng wrote a letter, recounting Queen Lezi's arduous journey of perseverance and eventual triumph. He then analyzed the current chaos in Lezi, explaining that the treacherous Heszab's ambitions extended beyond Lezi; the Tiele and Wusun also coveted it. He declared that such a man deserved to be punished.

"My brother Benfeng has already demonstrated the talent to conquer and secure the land," Benfeng said. "My life, Han Qinhu, has been truly fulfilling." Han Qinhu inspected Wuwei County and transferred 30,000 Sui troops to Dunhuang County, a clear indication of Lezi's power.

Benfeng, having only recently learned and applied his knowledge, having read several cunning military treatises and listened to Lady Mingyue's accounts of numerous successful conquests over millennia, seemed to possess the strategic brilliance to command a million soldiers.

The following day at noon, Han Qinhu welcomed Benfeng and the Lezi delegation into Fu'ai City. Fu'ai City was bustling with colorful flags and a large crowd. Queen Lezi and Miss Xueque rode side-by-side, their blue armor dazzling the eye. Behind the two riders were Lord Benfeng and General Garrison. Benfeng was also dressed in a blue armor, his Qilian Snow Lion horse with its smooth mane and clearly defined stripes, the blue saddle and stirrups adding to its imposing presence. After the

delegation entered the city, they stayed at the Dingwei Inn. The escorting Lez cavalry set up camp outside Fu'e City.

Han Qinhu held a banquet on the west street of Fu'e City. Sixty tables were set up, lest the people of the city not know that the Lez delegation had arrived. It was still early, and the banquet would begin once the sun set and the shops along the street hung up colorful lanterns. The street was bustling with activity, as shop owners and their employees, as long as they were even remotely connected, brought gifts to congratulate Han Qinhu and Queen Lez. Benfeng and Miss Xueque were quite relaxed, dressed in very ordinary blue robes, casually strolling around the street. Xue Que, now dressed in men's clothing, chatted and laughed with Ben Feng without any restraint.

Her brocade pouch was filled with gleaming gold ingots and some loose silver. The gold ingots were for Ben Feng, and the loose silver was for buying herself some small ornaments.

Fu'ai City was exceptionally prosperous. After walking a few streets, they saw many merchants followed by their assistants pushing carts full of silver, trading in exotic goods from all over the country.

Ben Feng took this opportunity to meet with Madam Feng. The Langya Wang family owned several unknown businesses in Fu'ai City, secretly controlled only by Madam Feng. The managers and shopkeepers of these businesses were all Taoist practitioners, but outwardly they were just merchants.

Fenglong Trading Company.

Xiao Mei, disguised as a masked shopkeeper, immediately led Ben Feng and Xue Que into the back courtyard upon their arrival. The back courtyard had two entrances and two exits, making it very convenient for nighttime entry and exit.

Madam Feng sat in the elegant west room, idly embroidering a brocade handkerchief, looking nothing like the culprit who had stolen the rare materials for refining the Supreme Elixir from the Holy Emperor and Empress of the Great Sui Dynasty. Judging from Madam Feng's demeanor, even if Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo came in person, they would never admit it.

Upon seeing Madam Feng, Benfeng called out, "Madam, are you well?"

Madam Feng raised her head, moved gracefully to the doorway, and replied in a trembling voice, "Husband, it's inconvenient for me to walk on the street. I've been longing for your visit every day."

"I've also been longing to be with you, Madam. I've missed you terribly these past few days." Benfeng embraced Madam Feng, showering her with kisses.

Xueque, blushing, followed Xiaomei to the side room to brew tea for Benfeng and Madam Feng. Xiaobi and two other maids were busy making pastries in the room.

"I'm afraid Master is hungry, let me send over a plate of pastries first." Xiao Bi picked up a plate of freshly made pastries, but Xiao Mei stopped her. "Master and Madam just met, they don't have time for pastries. Let's wait a while, until they're thirsty, then we'll send them tea and pastries together... Let's listen to Madam Xue Que tell us about Master's time on Mount Zi Mo Luo."

"You're quite the clever one." Xiao Bi whispered a few words in Xiao Mei's ear, then gave Xue Que a quick, alluring look.

"You're only thinking about that..." Xiaomei chuckled, offering a cup of tea to Miss Xueque. "Madam Xueque, my husband went through life and death on Mount Zimolu. Tell me, wasn't that Luofu Demon King really terrifying? There are rumors in Fu'ai City that my husband refined the Luofu Demon King's demon core, and even the two demon kings of Mount Zimolu are avoiding him."

"I can't say for sure. I only saw my husband's body blasted into an ugly dumpling by the Luofu Demon King's magic weapon. At that time, the three seniors of Mount Shu were all there. I thought my husband was already dead, and I didn't pay attention to those who were looking for the demon core. It was chaotic. Some people said the Luofu Demon King was dead, while others said that the Luofu Demon King had hidden himself to avoid being hunted down by the seniors of Mount Shu. So many people wanted to kill the Luofu Demon King."

This was the first time Miss Xueque had met Xiaomei and Xiaobi. She first compared herself to them, thinking to herself: What a pair of clever girls! To be favored by Madam Feng, they must have something special about them. Miss Xueque naturally regarded Madam Feng as the First Madam, who, of course, was the head housekeeper. Naturally, Miss Xueque treated Xiaomei and Xiaobi differently.

She was very happy to have the honor of accompanying her husband, Benfeng, to meet Madam Feng. Benfeng truly treated her as an equal to all his wives.

Xiaobi, her eyes wide, asked Miss Xueque, "Has Master fully recovered? Does he still need to rest?"

"It seems he has fully recovered, even more so than before. That Jin Yueju of Kunlun couldn't withstand Benfeng… There's a god-king named Funie Mumo who… is utterly devoted to Benfeng, willing to do anything for him… even sacrifice everything." Miss Xueque could only give a rough outline, unable to reveal the mysteries that Funie Mumo and Benfeng had kept hidden in their chambers, a secret for the sake of hearing the words "fairy."

"Then, with another wife, we'll have to build another palace on Tianlai Mountain," Xiaobi said.

"A palace? Madam has a palace?" Miss Xueque asked curiously.

"Yes, the Snow Palace of Lady Snow Palace has already begun construction. Steward Hua specially ordered our people to transport timber from Mount Zimolu and also from Jiankang City in the south. Lady Snow Palace will definitely like it." Xiao Mei looked at the tea stove and moved closer to Lady Snow Palace.

"I don't need any palace. I just need a place to sleep and eat." Lady Snow Palace never expected that after having such a shameful legend with Ben Feng, she would actually have the status of a lady and even own a Snow Palace.

"Of course you have to have one. Otherwise, how can you show that Master treats everyone equally? Master treats us girls the same. Master is the best master in the world!" Xiao Bi said sincerely.

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Lady Snow Palace and Xiao Mei sat close together on the long wooden bench behind the large tea stove, each eating a piece of cake slowly. Xiao Bi occasionally adjusted the firewood in the tea stove, asking Xue Que with great interest, "How many palaces are there on Mount Zimolu? Those demon kings don't seem to treat women like our master does?"

"Well, women are just bargaining chips in the demon kings' hands. When they need to trade, they exchange them like cattle and sheep in herds..." Xue Que knew, of course, that if Ben Feng hadn't appeared on Mount Zimolu, she might already be dead. Since the news of King Menmolu's violent attack on the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea spread, over a thousand male slaves and over three hundred female slaves on the mountain had died. If it weren't for Ben Feng and Madam Feng protecting them, the women on Mount Zimolu would have suffered even more.

A jade shadow flashed, and the Divine King Fu Nie appeared, reaching for a piece of cake.

"Oh, who are you? How did you get in?" Xiao Mei asked in surprise. Although Xiao Mei was surprised, she knew that someone who could enter so peacefully must be a friend, not an enemy. Fenglong Trading Company was truly not a place where ordinary worldly people could just enter at will. Even the seemingly ordinary waiters greeting guests outside possessed centuries of Taoist cultivation; it was virtually impossible for someone of unknown origin to enter the inner courtyard.

"I'm also a lady! You two little maids, now that you see the lady, why don't you pour tea?" The girl named Fu Nie giggled.

"You're not my lady, how could you possibly be? My ladies are all on the register. However, every guest is a guest, and since you're here, no matter who you are, we must serve you tea." Xiao Bi chuckled, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea for Fu Nie. Knowing the visitor was an enemy, Xiao Bi immediately concluded that Fu Nie wasn't there to cause trouble. She winked at the girl named Xue Que, wanting to ask if Xue Que knew her.

The girl named Xue Que shook her head; she didn't recognize the Divine King Fu Nie either. The Divine King Fu Nie's several displays of power were all orchestrated by others, deliberately concealing his true nature. The secrets of his secluded life in the stone house with this young master Feng were unknown to anyone. Therefore, like Yue Nu and Zang Nu, who were wholeheartedly loyal to the Luofu Demon King and wanted to reshape his physical body, they pleaded with the God King Fu Nie, but couldn't even see his shadow. They could only plead with Ben Feng.

The Fu Nie girl took a small sip of tea, savoring it slowly. "The tea from Jiangnan is truly excellent. If my young master Ben Feng were the ruler of a country, people could send him to Wuyi Mountain, to Yiwang Mountain, to slowly drink tea. Then, Xiao Mei and Xiao Bi would be there to brew tea and fan him—such a carefree life!"

As she spoke, a very exquisite object appeared in her hand.

"You three, whoever guesses what magic weapon I'm holding will get it. This item is priceless, far more valuable than the worthless pearls and rotten herbs that those two fools in Chang'an, Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo, and that even more foolish Tu Li, searched for… Who wants to guess first?"

Xiao Bi, Xiao Mei, and Xue Que all shook their heads, but winked at each other and smiled. Their hearts echoed the words Benfeng had spoken to them: what's mine is yours too; none of my women will be treated unfairly. Benfeng, along with Madam Feng, Madam Mingyue, Madam Heilian, Madam Yunye, the Golden Palace Saintess, and the Purple Mist Saintess, had engaged in a high-profile battle against the demon kings Zanmozhi and Bamiluo on Mount Zimoluo, gaining widespread fame and acquiring a vast fortune of gold and silver. Upon arriving in Fu'ai City, besides making a fortune through large-scale transactions, Benfeng also intended to reward each of his ladies with a magical treasure.

"You don't want it? This is a top-grade life-saving treasure. Even the Demon King Luofu wanted it, but I wouldn't give it to her." The Divine King Funi held up the exquisite object in his jade hand, waving it before the three women. "Guess quickly, it's easy to guess. Look, there are eight corners on the lid; you'll guess right away."

The three women still wouldn't guess.

The Divine King Funi pointed his jade hand, and a wisp of green smoke rose from the object. The palm-sized object suddenly expanded, revealing a person hidden inside.

"Purple Saintess."

"You...you're the Demon King who sacrificed himself?" Snow Maiden asked in shock.

"Ah! You're actually a Demon King?" Little Mei's eyes widened.

"I'm a fairy." The God King Fu Nie handed the exquisite object in his hand to Little Mei. "Here, take this. It doesn't have a name; you can name it whatever you want."

"I can't accept it. I can't accept something for nothing. Besides, if you really are the Demon King of Mount Moro, you might steal it again tomorrow." Little Mei refused.

"What if a fairy from Kunlun or Mount Shu gave it to you? Would you want it?" The God King Fu Nie stared intently at Little Mei.

"Then I'll take it," Little Mei said.

Suddenly, a golden light appeared outside the room, revealing the fairy body of Fairy Luo Mangli. In her hand was a black wooden stick with many gnarled branches. Fairy Luo had her eye on Xiao Bi. She chuckled and approached Xiao Bi. "This is for you. It's a Thorn-Moro from the North Sea. You can have Fairy Fu Nie craft a high-grade magic weapon from it."

Another blue light appeared, and the Luo Fu Demon King, shrouded in seventeen jade rings, materialized. The eerie blue light made Xiao Mei and Xiao Bi hold their breath.

The Luo Fu Demon King flicked his jade hand, and a black, ink-like vine flew up, binding the exquisite object in Fairy Fu Nie's hand. The object, seemingly sentient, opened a corner, releasing a wisp of green smoke. It had actually refined a two-zhang-long vine.

The gnarled black wood in Fairy Luo's hand instantly transformed into a black-clad girl wielding a flying sword. A jet of ink-black sword energy struck the object in Fairy Fu Nie's hand. The object, sentient, opened its octagonal lid, around which a faint water mist array appeared. The ink-black sword energy flew within it and was quickly absorbed.

"Hmph, feigning mystery!" A sinister female voice suddenly rang out. Xiao Mei, Xiao Bi, and Xue Que immediately felt someone standing in front of them, yet also sensed that the speaker was still dozens of miles away.

The God-King Fu Nie seemed oblivious, continuing to demonstrate his unnamed octagonal lid magic weapon to the three women.

The sinister female voice rang out again: "Do you think you can escape this calamity?"

"Hey, fairy, someone has taken a liking to you. The three of us are already terrified just hearing her voice… You should keep your magic weapon for yourself… It seems the enemy is quite formidable." Xiao Mei used her megaphone to transmit her message to the God-King Fu Nie. "Very formidable? More formidable than our Lady Chu Lian?" the God-King Fu Nie asked. The Frowning Mirror was released and placed on the tea stove. The Frowning Mirror reflected the five Yin cultivators of the Earth Treasury Sect on Tulou Mountain. The five Yin cultivators hung upside down on a black, ink-like

old vine, their faces pale and grim.

The magical artifacts in their hands were beyond repair. Yue Nu and Zang Nu stood on the ground, their faces full of anger, jade rings shimmering with an eerie blue light on their arms.

Xiao Mei and Xiao Bi craned their necks to look.

"Fairy and Demon King, which one is your true form?" Xiao Bi looked at the Frowning Mirror, then turned to look at the Fairy Luo and Demon King Luo Fu that the God King Fu Nie had transformed into.

"They're in the mirror." The God King Fu Nie chuckled, and a wisp of snowy mist flashed from the Frowning Mirror, drifting leisurely away. His voice, however, still came from beside the tea stove, "The people of the Earth Treasury Sect are always causing trouble. They haven't even had a sip of tea with this young master Feng yet, and they're already forcing me to fight... Really, fairies are open and honest, while cunning people are always worried."

In a grove of mixed trees outside Fu'ai City, more than a dozen Yin cultivators from the Dizang Sect had gathered. Two jade-like figures stood out, their ethereal beauty unlike the strangely-looking Yin cultivators around them.

Outside the grove, a sedan chair sat. Inside sat an old woman with a gloomy expression.

The old woman was Bai Liuying of the Dizang Sect, the senior sister of Yan Xuansi of Yiyunfang in Chang'an City; the two were nearly two Jiazi apart in age. Bai Liuying cultivated the Dizang Sect's Ghost Yin Hidden Brightness Scripture. If she reached the Corpse Dissolution Hidden Brightness realm, she could, like the Fu Nie God King, conceal her true form with a wisp of snow mist or a withered blade of grass, and act at will.

Currently, Bai Liuying was only at the Ghost Yin Condensing Evil realm. To deal with the Fu Nie God King one-on-one, she was still at least sixty years' worth of cultivation away.

"You Yin cultivators of the Dizang Sect, on Tulou Mountain, I turned a blind eye and let you go, yet you still haunt me, ruining my leisurely stroll. Do you even know how important shopping is to me..." Ben Feng walked down the street, a corpse of a Dizang Sect Yin cultivator impaled on his Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword.

...Just now, at the Fenglong Trading Company, I was joking around with Madam Feng while looking at erotic paintings, and before even a cup of tea had passed, the Yin cultivators of the Dizang Sect had come looking for trouble. They

snatched tributes and even kidnapped people. Two Lezi musicians were abducted by Bai Liuying into a sedan chair.

Have the Yin cultivators of the Dizang Sect lost their minds? How dare they directly challenge Sect Master Ben Feng? The Dizang Sect can only be considered a second-rate Yin cultivation sect. Bai Liuying's Ghost Yin Condensation Realm doesn't stand much of a chance against Zhongli Yi, who is at the early stage of the True Lotus Sect's Innate Realm, and she simply doesn't have the strength to contend with Ben Feng, a freak of a Daoist cultivator whose primordial spirit can detach itself.

So, the only option is to lure them in. The Yin Cultivation School possesses unique techniques for concealing one's presence. When encountering a powerful figure, hiding and escaping is their primary method.

Bai Liuying, his face gloomy, was preoccupied with how to escape unscathed.

Seeing Sect Master Benfeng standing on the city wall, Bai Liuying coldly snorted, "Our Dizang Sect is not one to hide. We will rob openly, and we will kill openly. The tribute from the Kingdom of Lezi is ours."

"Arrogant! With just a dozen or so of you?" The Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye appeared to Bai Liuying's left.

"Hmph!" Bai Liuying suddenly attacked, sending over a dozen condensed Yin energy bolts hurtling towards the Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye.

The Black Lotus Saintess released her Black Lotus Throne, instantly manifesting six black lotuses entwined with green mist in the air. This Black Lotus Throne was somewhat similar to the one used against Benfeng's master, Shen Wuhua, in Tianlai Mountain. On that day, Shen Wuhua did not dispel the Black Lotus Saintess's demonic energy, but sealed it within the foundation of the Black Lotus Throne. On Mount Zimolu, Benfeng's Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls merged into the Black Lotus Throne, fully activating the Black Lotus Saintess's demonic energy. The Black Lotus Saintess not only recovered completely, but also advanced to a higher realm, merging with Benfeng's essence and yang energy integrated into the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls.

Benfeng released the Eight Gates Dividing Light Flag of the Capital Heaven. The eight directions of Earthly Gang Yin Wind, along with the Golden Turtle King's Xuanbing Snail Algae, enveloped Bai Liuying's sedan chair. The Black Lotus Saintess's six black lotuses were also extremely cold, and Bai Liuying, already extremely gloomy under the cover, even faintly revealed the aura of a Yin Corpse.

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Bai Liuying was already aware of her current situation. She was utterly astonished: she had initially estimated that this young man named Li Benfeng possessed extraordinary Daoist cultivation, but she never imagined his freakish level of cultivation would be so terrifying. It was no wonder that Jin Yueju, a peak Kunlun Earth Immortal, died at this young man's hands.

A dozen or so streams of Yin energy were released, but upon encountering the Eight Gates of Heavenly Capital Banner, they vanished without a trace, like mud oxen entering the sea. With Bai Liuying's Yin cultivation level, encountering the Eight Gates of Heavenly Capital Banner of the Golden Turtle King and Wuha, she wouldn't even have the chance to escape, unless she possessed a powerful Yin cultivation magic weapon.

Bai Liuying had no magic weapon; she relied solely on the Ghost Yin Hidden Bright Scripture, using the seventh level of Ghost Yin Condensing Evil to resist.

Benfeng Xianggong laughed: "Senior Bai, if it's about risking your life savings, forget it. Your sixth level of Ghost Yin Condensation is probably no match for that troublesome ghost Feng Xiaolian. You should know that that troublesome ghost Feng Xiaolian went to the Moro Ghost Domain to lure the Ghost Kings there to steal some of my belongings. If you had a little patience, you could have waited until the Ghost Kings of the Moro Ghost Domain made their move, then taken advantage of the chaos and picked up some easy, risk-free gains."

"You talk too much! You rely on that infatuated woman, Mu Mo, to back you up, and you think you can look down on everyone else! Hmph! There are always people better than you, and heavens beyond heavens. With your qualifications, you call yourself the sect leader of the Heavenly Lotus Sect. You really don't know your place! Hmph! Relying on a woman to save face, how shameless!"

Bai Liuying's gloomy face was extremely ugly, but her voice was quite pleasant, with a hint of a woman's coquettishness amidst her sternness.

"Haha, call me shameless if you will... This is my first encounter with your Ksitigarbha Sect. Although Senior Bai isn't exactly upright, he's not one to hide his true colors either... Fine, all of you can leave now. No matter who you're smuggling with, I'll let you off this time! Of course, I have my conditions: those two entertainers you kidnapped must be delivered to the city unharmed."

After saying this, Benfeng connected with the Black Lotus Saintess and retrieved the Black Lotus Throne and the Eight Gates Dividing Light Flag.

Bai Liuying felt a sense of relief. The Ksitigarbha Sect cultivators, hidden in the thicket, revealed themselves and kept their distance. Little did they know that the God King Fu Nie had already followed them like a shadow.

Benfeng, arm in arm with the Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye, disappeared into the Golden Clam Divine Wood and returned to Fu'ai City. Bai Liuying, however, remained seated in the sedan chair,

while Benfeng strolled around with the two women on either side.

The two women seemed quite interested, leading Benfeng through several shops controlled by King Menmolu, then chatting amongst themselves about business as they walked. Both women owned businesses in Fu'ai City, selling rare medicinal ingredients from Mount Zimolu.

Bai Liuying, quite oblivious to their surroundings, walked behind them. The sedan chair, carried by four men, followed in this incongruous manner.

"I've come to return the people… but these two people have Yin Corpse Lightning on them. I just gave them pills to neutralize it, and it will take two hours to completely dissipate… If you had tried to kill me earlier, you certainly wouldn't have been able to handle the Yin Corpse Lightning on them either. I came here precisely because I'd rather die than live in dishonor," Bai Liuying said shamelessly and confidently.

Benfeng smiled harmlessly at Bai Liuying. A slight smile also appeared on Bai Liuying's gloomy old face.

“Since that’s the case, Senior Bai, why don’t you come in and have some tea? I need to prepare a few cups of Biluoxiang tea with my Black Lotus and Cloud Leaf wives to see if you can handle it.” Benfeng pointed to a shop with some strange characters carved on it. “Since we’re here, let’s make the best of it. We were just fighting to the death, and now we’re drinking tea. How strange.”

Bai Liuying, with a thick skin, followed Benfeng and the other two into the shop.

The shopkeeper and his assistants busied themselves preparing tea and pastries.

The beautiful scenery and lovely company were somewhat spoiled by the presence of the incongruous Bai Liuying.

“We can’t just drink tea for free. Senior Bai, why don’t you tell us about the various conspiracies of your Earth Treasury Sect? We could make a deal, or perhaps we could do a big transaction?” Benfeng poured Bai Liuying a cup of tea.

“No.” Bai Liuying refused.

"Could we exchange a line or two of the incantation from the Ghost Yin Cang Ming Scripture? Is there any possibility of an exchange?" Ben Feng was speaking on a whim, not really wanting to hear Bai Liuying's Yin cultivation techniques.

"The Yin on the plain is serene, the Xuanlu gives birth to Biyuan..." Bai Liuying actually recited two lines without hesitation.

"This... reciting it aloud is of no use to me, and might even be harmful. How about this, you tell me about your experience of passing a trial in the Ghost Yin Cang Ming Scripture, and I'll treat you to Biluo Wanxiang Tea in exchange?" Ben Feng laughed and bit the pastry that the Black Lotus Saintess offered to him.

Bai Liuying snorted coldly, "You think I care about your Taoist techniques? Look at you, so glib and frivolous, not serious at all. What, you're so lucky, so many infatuated women chasing after you? Truly...shameless!"

Princess Yunye glared at Bai Liuying but didn't say anything. She deliberately took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Benfeng's face. "Husband, if the outer room isn't quiet, go to the inner room to rest."

Bai Liuying cultivated the Ghost Yin Hidden Bright Scripture, which prevented her from being near men; she had to always maintain her pure Yin body. Two cycles of Yin cultivation had made Bai Liuying completely disregard men in the mortal world. In Bai Liuying's eyes, men were nothing more than Yin corpses to be cultivated with. Spending all day with Yin corpses, encountering Benfeng frolicking so freely with the Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye made her very irritated.

If it weren't for needing what she absolutely had to get, Bai Liuying would have already stormed off.

Benfeng had a good time joking around with the two foreign ladies and then poured tea for Bai Liuying. Princess Yunye lit an incense stick in the incense burner to tell the time. Lady Heilian said she was going to prepare clothes for Benfeng to wear to the banquet and went into the inner room with Princess Yunye, laughing and joking.

The two women really didn't want to look at Bai Liuying's gloomy old face, which was even uglier than the old face of Li Nu, the owner of Qingling Inn.

Li Nu stood at the entrance of the shop, saying that he wanted to bring Benfeng some snow lotus porridge. The shop assistant informed Benfeng, and Benfeng sighed, "Birds of a feather flock

together." Li Nu and Bai Liuying were a perfect match.

The moment their eyes met, the atmosphere became tense.

Li Nu was actually from the Dizang Sect and also practiced the Ghost Yin Cang Ming Scripture. Bai Liuying's bluish-black hands trembled uncontrollably. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't hide the anger on his face.

"You!"

"You!"

The two women spoke almost simultaneously.

"Shameless!"

"Shameless! You slut!"

The two women hurled insults at each other again.

Benfeng could tell that there was probably some unresolved, long-standing grudge between them. Women only fight like cockfighting cocks for the sake of men.

"Elder Li, have some tea first, let's put aside our past grievances with a smile. You two are sitting here, you can't fight to the death, you can only drink tea." Benfeng brought Li Nu a bench and poured her a cup of Biluo Wanxiang tea.

"Slut, die!" Li Nu summoned the Qing Teng Li Mu Ding.

"Hmph! It's either you or me!" Bai Liuying flicked her fingers, releasing a sudden burst of Ghost Yin Ning Sha.

"We were just having tea, and then this unexpected thing happened. Seniors, why don't you tell us what happened?" Benfeng released the Golden Clam Divine Wood Chariot, covering Li Nu. "Senior Bai, you speak first, no matter how convoluted it is, I'm all ears!"

"I, I can't say!" Bai Liuying's face was gloomy and angry, looking even uglier than the boars in the mixed forest of Fu'ai City.

"I promise I won't tell anyone, only I will know. A word from Benfeng is as good as a lie." Benfeng mimicked Bai Liuying's gesture, rubbing his forehead. It was Bai Liuying's signature move.

Legend has it that a woman named Xi Shi once did it.

"Everyone in the world knows, so what if I say it, or what if I don't?" Tears streamed down Bai Liuying's face. Her hostility towards Benfeng was fading; she seemed to see a faint shadow of a past dream on his harmless face.

It was that faint shadow of a man that had made Bai Liuying so recklessly challenge Benfeng.

She couldn't say it, absolutely couldn't say it.

Li Nu, unable to contain himself any longer inside the Golden Clam Divine Wood Vehicle, roared at Ben Feng, "Tell that slut Bai Liuying to leave, and I'll tell you everything without missing a single word!"

"Listen to both sides and you'll be enlightened," Ben Feng transmitted his voice to Li Nu. "Senior Bai said it, Elder Li said it, I want to hear both. It's better to meet by chance than to ask. If I can get these two seniors to reconcile, it will be more fulfilling than taking Senior Kunlun Jin's magic weapon."

Ben Feng, wanting to tease the jealous Bai Liuying, simply shrunk the Golden Clam Divine Wood Vehicle to the size of a palm. Li Nu, bound by the restrictions, could only submit, glaring at the shameless slut Bai Liuying with eyes blazing with fury.

"Li Ben Feng, I want something from you. If you give it to me, I'll be your slave for life," Bai Liuying said resolutely.

"Do you have to give it to me?" Ben Feng asked.

"If you don't give it to me, I won't. I'll definitely snatch it. I'll cling to you like a ghost," Bai Liuying said through gritted teeth, the words almost squeezed out.

“I’ll give it to you. I reckon you won’t take my life, nor the lives of my wives. Nobody would trade lives for lives… Tell me, even if my wives are reluctant, I’ll still give it to you… Senior Bai has sacrificed everything for a man, what’s a little sacrifice to me?” Benfeng said.

“I’ll give you half your life, I’ll give you a dozen, okay?” Bai Liuying was practically begging.

“Why bother?” Benfeng thought Bai Liuying only wanted magical artifacts or something, but she really wanted her life.

“Your half life, the Demon King Funie can definitely replenish it for you. Your physical body is what the Demon King Funie endured—I can’t explain it clearly, what I mean by half a life is actually a tribulation of advancing to the next realm. For you, it’s just enduring the pain of your body being torn apart, and then, I get what I want… not me, but that person… I’m just a catalyst… for you, it’s actually a sure-fire deal.” Bai Liuying

still refused to mention the man she vaguely remembered from her dreams.

Chapter 132 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [48]

Half a life is still a life, it cannot be easily destroyed. I, Benfeng, absolutely do not want to experience another body explosion. The feeling of the Luofu Demon King's natal magic weapon penetrating the body is something no one would want to experience a second time.

I choose to refuse. No matter how sure a deal is, I cannot exchange my own life savings for it—I am not a self-sacrificing demon king. With the cultivation of splitting my mind to await the tribulation, my soul is attached to a corpse, and I am still infinitely glorious and majestic.

Bai Liuying listened to Benfeng's words, her expression darkened, gloomy and speechless, her eyes staring blankly at the incense in the incense burner—the person Bai Liuying was facing with her devoted heart was just like the Yingfu Zhenying Sect Master facing Benfeng Sect Master... Li Benfeng, you freak, it is difficult to agree with your intentions, difficult to share your difficulties, and difficult to achieve great things. Bai Liuying's face, like a pig's trotter, was contorted with rage, as if she wanted to tear something from Benfeng's body before storming off.

Benfeng coughed dryly and took a tasteless sip of Biluo Wanxiang tea. He didn't want to say anything more to Bai Liuying; there was simply no fun in being with an old woman like her. Not only was she extremely ugly, but her words were also incredibly harsh. Even when she uttered a few words about magnanimity and compassion, they were only for her own benefit. A Yin cultivator is a Yin cultivator; when it comes to business, she never considers the interests of others.

With that thought in mind, Benfeng directly concealed himself within the Golden Clam Divine Wood Vehicle. Inside, Li Nu seemed to have a lot to say to Benfeng.

Benfeng had rejected Bai Liuying, and seeing Li Nu's eagerness, he was quite pleased. However, Li Nu seemed unsure what to say to Benfeng, playing with her Green Vine Li Mu Cauldron like a four or five-year-old child.

After a while, seemingly casually, Li Nu calmly recounted her experiences with the Queen of Luofu. Li Nu became the Queen of Luofu's loyal servant, learning many wicked tricks from the exceptionally intelligent Demon King of Luofu. Although she still occasionally followed the rules of the Dizang Sect, deliberately appearing foolish and vulgar, she had already mastered the art of seduction, manipulating men with her charming and seductive manner.

That old, ugly face was merely a facade for the Dizang Sect's foolishness. All the female disciples of the Dizang Sect presented themselves with old, ugly, and grotesque faces.

Hiding beauty and revealing ugliness, hiding wisdom and revealing foolishness—this is the rule of the Ksitigarbha Sect. As for Yan Xuansi, the outstanding disciple of the sect from Yiyunfang in Chang'an City, she has a different plan. Like a cultivator enduring hardship, she plots for the long term, a grand scheme born of suffering.

Li Nu's visit to deliver snow lotus porridge to me was also to make me endure the agony of my body exploding again, to condense the natal demonic essence that the Luofu Demon King had infiltrated my body. Li Nu and Bai Liuying's feigned struggle was meant to force me to risk everything with the God King Fu Nie to restore the Luofu Demon King's natal demonic body.

This is extremely difficult. The Luofu Demon King's physical body has already shattered. Even if his demonic core and soul remain intact, his demonic body is not human. Restoring the true body of a seven-hundred-year-old demon king is utterly inconceivable. The shattering of a demon's body is unlike that of a human. As long as one's obsession remains, bones can be mended and life restored. A demon's body lacks the fundamental essence of a human body; once shattered, it truly becomes a walking corpse, devoid of any life force.

Li Nu, having followed the Demon King of Luofu for sixty years, had heard him speak of the stark differences between human and demon bodies and knew the difficulties involved—this was simply defying the heavens!

"Master is a true demon defying the heavens. I cannot fathom the mystery behind her actions... However, even against the two Golden Immortals of Mount Shu, Master would not need to destroy her true form! I am too dull-witted to understand, but I know that since Master has chosen me, Sect Master Feng, it is certainly not an unsolvable situation. I, Sect Master Feng, will surely have a way... I believe that the choice of the two great demon kings is absolutely correct. Therefore, I used all my connections to ensure that I, Sect Master Feng, could stay at the Qingling Inn. The Yin cultivators of Mudfire Ridge and Jin Yueju of Kunlun were all introduced to me by disciples of the Earth Treasury Sect for practice. I, Sect Master Feng, have indeed lived up to my expectations. Although I still cannot fathom the deeper meaning behind Master's actions, I have unwavering faith in me."

Li Nu's words lingered in the air.

Benfeng couldn't help but sigh, "Luofu Demon King, you are too extraordinary. So many people have already given their lives for you, and so many more are preparing to do so... Senior Zhongliqi also appeared for you, using his flying sword to draw the portrait of the jade beauty on the stone wall. That unnamed senior who wielded the Purple Flower Flying Sword, both of them left the mountain for you. If I'm not mistaken, the disciples of the True Lotus Sect also left the mountain because of you! How could a Demon King like you have alarmed so many people!"

"Master, if this old servant's body... is still of use, please take it." Li Nu took off her old, coarse clothes, revealing a purple gauze dress. Her alluring jade body was like a lotus emerging from the water, and her face, after removing the old skin, was so tender it seemed to drip with water. She

vaguely possessed the charm of the Luofu Demon King, the jade beauty.

Benfeng poured Li Nu a cup of Biluo Wanxiang tea. "This matter can't be rushed. I can't do it alone. You've used both provocation and a self-inflicted injury scheme; how can I refuse? If I refuse again, you might just use flying swords and magical treasures to fight me head-on."

"Yes, Master." Li Nu stood respectfully beside Benfeng, clearly regarding him as his incomparably benevolent new master.

"Don't be like that. The Demon King of Luofu is still your master; I wouldn't dare to steal his favor." Benfeng pulled up a stool and poked Li Nu's rather awkward buttocks. "We'll discuss the bigger plans after this deal is done. Sit down and have some tea first."

Li Nu solemnly replied and sat down.

Benfeng then said to Bai Liuying, "You should also change into clothes like Elder Li's. Don't wear that old, ugly face anymore. You two were just pretending to fight to the death, and I really couldn't detect a single flaw. I'm truly impressed by the Dizang Sect's ability to deceive. If it weren't for Madam Feng's telepathic message to me, I would have been completely fooled."

Bai Liuying replied, "To prevent those two idiots, Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo, from discovering our conspiracy, I have to keep wearing this old, ugly face. If I encounter outsiders, I still have to fight to the death with Sister Li."

"Fine, that's fine. There's a difference between inside and outside. You don't need to be so cautious in my Black Lotus Madam's business. You can rest assured that the protective array set up by the reclusive hermit of Dongfo Mountain will not leak your Dizang Sect's carefully planned conspiracy. You can show your true face and slowly drink tea." When Benfeng

mentioned that there was a reclusive master protecting them, Bai Liuying's eyes lit up, but then immediately dimmed again.

"Better safe than sorry. Besides, I can't leave the sect with the sect leader's permission like Sister Li. I have to... still show my ugly face." Bai Liuying showed off her deceptive skills to Benfeng again.

"Yan Xuansi's betrayal of the sect was also your sect leader's scheme? When I heard about Yan Xuansi's elaborate schemes with the Great Sui Emperor in Yiyunfang, I really wanted to go to Chang'an immediately, capture her, and then torture her with manly methods, making her wish she were dead, and then throw her to Mount Moro as a slave girl..." Benfeng said with a smile.

"I don't know about Junior Sister Xuansi's matter, and I can't judge whether it's true or not." Bai Liuying shook her head and said, "There are countless people who hate her, but it's rare to see someone as fond of hating her as Sect Leader Li."

...

The God King Funie returned.

Benfeng smelled a fragrant breeze, a body fragrance, but he couldn't see where her true form was hidden.

"The two masters of the Secret Seal Sect have already set off for Chang'an. Their appearance was truly appalling. They were actually grooms for a Turkic horse merchant, two fake faces, even uglier than Bai Liuying and Li Nu of the Ksitigarbha Sect. They were disgusting..." The voice of the God King Fu Nie was sweet and soothing, particularly pleasant to hear.

"It's good that they're gone. The Secret Seal Sect is a righteous sect of Buddhism. Why would they try to steal my things?" Ben Feng had seen the name of the Secret Seal Sect on the map of the Black Lotus Hall.

"The two old monsters of Dongfo Mountain, Yu Jing and Cheng Ruo, are going to have a magical duel with the Mi Yin Sect. The two old monsters look down on them, so the Mi Yin Sect came to me, young master Feng. Therefore, I used a little trickery, and the Mi Yin Sect went to great lengths to send three groups of people to Chang'an… In time, they will realize that I, young master Feng, was too cunning and deliberately tricked them into going to Chang'an."

As the Divine King Fu Nie spoke, he revealed his jade-like body in the inner room, undressing himself thoroughly.

Lady Black Lotus and Princess Cloud Leaf chuckled and found several extremely thin silk robes, vying to dress the Divine King Fu Nie.

Ben Feng changed the incense stick used for keeping watch.

Bai Liuying replied, "No need for timing. Those two musicians have nothing on them. I don't know such a despicable spell as the Corpse Thunder."

"What seems real can also be fake. Dealing with your Dizang Sect requires extreme caution. One wrong move, and I might lose everything, even be torn to pieces. Your Yin Cultivation Sect never engages in unprofitable deals." Knowing that the two musicians were merely a decoy and that the Dizang Sect treated him with utmost respect, Benfeng deliberately teased Bai Liuying.

"Sect Leader Li, how could you possibly understand the hardships of our Yin Cultivation Sect… We must constantly be wary of righteous sects. A slight misstep could lead to the destruction of our souls. How could we possibly be like Sect Leader Li, killing even Kunlun Earth Immortals without hesitation? Even if we cultivate to the level of Yin King, we wouldn't have the same ease with which Sect Leader Li annihilates Kunlun Earth Immortals."

Bai Liuying deliberately brought up Kunlun again.

"I respect Senior Jin of Kunlun too much to even think about it. This matter has absolutely nothing to do with me. I know that the people of Kunlun have already gone to the Earth God Mountain to seek revenge on King Heszhabu," Benfeng laughed heartily. Bai

Liuying also laughed.

Jin Yueju of Kunlun was indeed chasing after Wuha and Satongrigele, those treacherous individuals. If they encountered Jin Yueju of Kunlun, they would definitely fight to the death. Madam Feng's preparations were a natural outcome.

Originally, eliminating evil and heretical forces was a moral obligation that the Kunlun Sect could not refuse.

If it could make the two demon kings, Zanmozhi and Bamiluo, engage the Kunlun Sect in a protracted struggle, that would be even better. The current Sect Master Benfeng was no longer the weakling Tianxia Tuoni who could be manipulated at will. As long as he did not act against his conscience, playing with deceptive tactics was quite enjoyable.

Deceptively real. Upon encountering the God King Fu Nie, I experienced another kind of intoxicating and unrestrained taste of truth and falsehood.

Chapter 133 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [49]

The God King Fu Nie gently stretched out his jade arms and put on the fine silk gauze robes held up by Lady Black Lotus and Princess Cloud Leaf. Then, he leaned back on the bed and drank two cups of sweet tea.

With a charming laugh, the God-King Fu Nie swept her beautiful eyes over Lady Black Lotus and Princess Cloud Leaf. "Are you two very eager to know about the Ksitigarbha Sect, and... the Secret Seal Sect that you've always been so wary of?"

Lady Black Lotus said, "I'm afraid my husband has fallen into their trap. He captured the soul of Kunlun Jin Yueju on Tulou Mountain... If the Ksitigarbha Sect spreads this news, we'll never have a peaceful day."

Princess Cloud Leaf added, "That's what I think too. I think it would be best if my husband used some means to completely subdue the Ksitigarbha Sect, so that these people won't haunt us and try to blackmail us." The God-King

Fu Nie chuckled again, "She's still an outsider, not even a wife yet. She asked my husband to call her 'Fairy,' and he hesitated and made excuses."

As she spoke, the God-King Fu Nie lifted her jade foot to lift the curtain and looked at Ben Feng, who was sitting in the outer room leisurely drinking tea. The God-King's demeanor was utterly alluring, yet possessed an understated ethereal beauty. Through

the gossamer-thin gauze, her snow-white arms peeked out, their skin smooth and supple, their curves perfectly defined. Whether it was from the recent change into the new gauze robe, the fine sweat from drinking sweet tea, or simply the exceptionally delicate and refined nature of her skin, in the dim light of the inner chamber, it appeared as if she were ivory, gleaming with a soft, captivating luster.

Lady Black Lotus and Princess Cloud Leaf were captivated by the breathtaking beauty of the God-King Fu Nie's jade-like body. They couldn't help but imagine this alluring body, having made love with their beloved in the stone house, and then they thought of themselves, their minds filled with uncontrollable, erotic fantasies… The kisses of their beloved, that thick, fiery member, its powerful erection penetrating them…

The two women, as if intoxicated, leaned against the bed, letting the God-King Fu Nie's member rub against their bodies. In their dazed state, they suddenly felt a wetness between their legs, a small trickle of fluid escaping their bodies. They abruptly realized it was the God-King Fu Nie's bewitching spell, yet they found it sweet… Their jade-like eyes looked at the God-King Fu Nie with longing. The God-King Funie extended a slender, jade-like index finger and lightly stroked the noses of the two women: "You two, I haven't even entered yet, and you're already so impatient, aren't you ashamed?"

"It's your fault..." the two women said in unison.

"It's because you two are so alluring, waiting here in such thin gauze." The God-King Funie gently tugged at the black gauze robe of Lady Black Lotus with her jade-like foot,

and it fell to the ground. "Do you still want to hear news from the Earth Treasury Sect and the Secret Seal Sect?" The God-King Funie deliberately brought up the news the two women had long wanted to know at this moment, and moreover, he held a copy of the "Body Seizure and Divine Transfer" incantation in his hand.

Judging from the words on it, it was clearly something the God-King Funie had just written. The two women were burning with desire, yet they could not resist the allure of the God-King Funie's exquisite incantation.

If one could, with their current cultivation level, disregard their physical body and attach their soul to any object, such an advancement would be simply…

“How greedy, wanting everything…” The Divine King Fu Nie lightly flicked her jade hand, and the “Possession and Soul Transfer” technique transformed into a wisp of smoke.

…

Ben Feng entered the inner room.

“Fairy Fu Nie, what good news?” Ben Feng was greatly surprised to see the alluring figures of the Fairy Fu Nie, Lady Black Lotus, and Princess Cloud Leaf reclining on the bed. “You… can’t wait any longer? Outside, there might be a powerful force eyeing us covetously… Lady Feng sent word that Fu’ai City is fraught with danger!”

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

Upon hearing Ben Feng’s words, Lady Black Lotus and Princess Cloud Leaf immediately snapped out of their daze and quickly sat up straight. The two women’s chests radiated jade light, and through their half-hidden robes, the two mysterious mounds between their legs were also slightly moistened with jade dew.

"I'm tired, I don't want to fight anymore, I just want to snuggle in my arms and have a good sleep..." The God-King Fu Nie lazily stretched out his jade arm and embraced Lady Black Lotus, saying mischievously, "Little Blackie, my darling..."

Lady Black Lotus glanced at Ben Feng upon hearing the God-King Fu Nie's intimate words, "Husband, Lady Fu Nie is naughty, she said bad things about you, and even tampered with me and Sister Yun Ye."

"A fairy wants to be my lady? Once you're a lady, you can't be a fairy anymore." Ben Feng chuckled and touched the God-King Fu Nie's jade foot, which was perched on Princess Yun Ye's shoulder. "Little Blackie, Little Ye Ye, you two wait in the room for a bit, Lady Fu Nie and I are going out for a bit."

The two women responded shyly.

Bai Liuying told Ben Feng about a secret residence of the Earth Treasury Sect outside Fu'ai City, which could be used as a gathering place for information. The Earth Treasury Sect had been operating in Fu'ai City for many years, so their information on various powerful forces was naturally the most accurate. Han Qinhu's grand banquet in Fu'ai City was a clear warning to those lurking in the shadows.

Those with ill intentions were better off remaining still. If anyone dared to challenge him, Han Qinhu would, of course, use his martial prowess and elite troops to wreak havoc.

Han Qinhu's confidence also stemmed from the formidable power of Benfeng's side. Madam Feng and the reclusive hermit of Dongfo Mountain had actually deterred the two demon kings of Moro Mountain from making a move. The even more eccentric Demon King Funie, the True Lotus Sect, and the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance—such a combination would make even the most powerful forces think twice.

Yin cultivation sects, of course, operate in the shadows, never engaging in open confrontation.

...

Benfeng and the Divine King Funie, hidden within the Golden Clam Divine Wood, followed the map given by Bai Liuying and found a manor on the shore of West Sea Lake east of Fu'ai City.

The Fragrant Manor.

The manor was surrounded by a natural forest of giant rocks. Without a map, it would never have been discovered. The boulders were several meters thick and over twenty meters high. The Dizang Sect had gone to such great lengths to build a manor with a winding corridor in the middle of the boulder forest, and then simply gifted it to Benfeng.

"So grand, so exquisite. Lady Mingyue and I really underestimated the Dizang Sect." The Divine King Funie, skilled in craftsmanship and architecture, praised the fragrant manor the Dizang Sect had given Benfeng.

After passing through the winding corridor in the front courtyard, Benfeng and the Divine King Funie entered the main hall.

The magnificent blue stone pillars and the fragrant Qilian wood doors exuded a subtle aroma. In the main hall, there was a fragrant wood chair, flanked by simple rattan chairs. Over thirty stone pillars formed two semicircles, and there were two circular skylights on the ceiling.

Several wisps of green mist rose from between the skylights.

"There is an ancient magic array protecting this place." The Divine King Funie stared intently at the green mist.

"Then why didn't we sense any fluctuations from the magic array when we came in?" Benfeng asked.

"This magic array... isn't for protecting the disciples of the Ksitigarbha Sect. Even if people were fighting to the death here, this magic array wouldn't activate. It must be a calamity; only when the person destined for the calamity enters will the magic array activate." Funie God King released the Frowning Eyebrow Mirror, wanting to see what secrets it held.

The Frowning Eyebrow Mirror was empty, showing no image.

"Let's go to the backyard." Funie God King breathed a sigh of relief. "This is the secluded cultivation place of the successive sect leaders of the Ksitigarbha Sect. I didn't expect the current sect leader to be so generous as to give it to my little husband, Benfeng."

Benfeng and Funie God King walked through the winding corridors without much concern. "What's meant to happen will happen; there's no escaping it."

"What if we encounter another opponent at the level of the Luofu Demon King, and our physical bodies explode again?" Funie God King teased, pinching Benfeng's nose. "I don't want to suffer that kind of pain again."

“With the fairy here, there’s nothing to fear.” Benfeng mimicked the way he pinched the nose of the God King Funie.

The two walked through the corridor and arrived at the backyard of Jinxiang Manor.

It was a quiet mountain retreat resembling the scenery of Pure Land Mountain. The entire backyard was built on a pleasant hillside. Several pear trees were laden with pears. In this bitterly cold place, the flowers were still blooming, and the trees were full of fruit.

On Pure Land Mountain outside Jiankang City, there were peaches in the dead of winter, while in the courtyard of Jinxiang Manor by the West Sea, there were white, jade-like pears.

Benfeng reached out and picked a pear.

Fairy Funie also picked one, but put it in Benfeng’s mouth so he could take a bite.

Crisp and refreshing, a fine fruit.

Between two pear trees was a wooden house. The two entered the wooden house and saw a bed made of Qilian fragrant wood, with several sleepers on the bed. Behind the bed, a five-foot-long horizontal beam hung.

Benfeng sat down on the bed, feeling incredibly comfortable. The fragrant wood, with its perfect balance of softness and firmness, felt warm and smooth to the touch. He could almost fall asleep without needing a quilt.

The young lady, Funie, lay down on the bed, casually picking up a wooden pillow and closing her eyes gently. "Little husband, let's restore Fairy Luo's golden body right here... Fairy Luo must be getting impatient waiting."

Benfeng, however, stared at the five-foot-long horizontal beam hanging in the air behind the bed. "Let's see what this thing is. Is it some kind of powerful mechanism?"

"Just summon the Golden Clam Demon; she'll tell you." Funie, the God-King, reached out and pulled Benfeng down onto the jade bed, then nestled against him seductively. "Give the Golden Clam Demon a name."

Benfeng obeyed, summoning the Golden Clam hidden within the Golden Clam Divine Wood. The Golden Clam Demon blinked its two golden shells, its eyes curiously watching Benfeng and Funie, the God-King.

“Tell me, what’s the five-foot-long crossbeam behind the bed for?” Benfeng asked.

“This crossbeam is for the Purple-Eyed Sand Eagle. I used to live here in the Western Sea.” The Golden Clam Fairy looked around happily.

“So you’re revisiting this place, no wonder…” Benfeng touched the Golden Clam Fairy’s golden shell. “Wouldn’t it be dangerous to sleep here?”

“No, no one will come looking for us here. You can sleep here, I’ll make you invisible.” The Golden Clam Fairy opened her two golden shells, covering Benfeng, the God King Funie, and the entire bed.

The God King Funie chuckled, “I want you to sleep with my little husband, Benfeng. I need to borrow your demon body for a bit.”

“I… I don’t know how to sleep.” The Golden Clam Fairy obviously didn’t know how her demon body could be sleeping next to Benfeng’s human body. The Golden Clam Fairy’s soul had not yet merged with Benfeng’s consciousness—but she looked curiously at the God King Funie nestled in Benfeng’s arms.

Chapter 134 of 10-06 : Three Hundred Saintesses, The Laws of the Demon King [Fifty]

The initial Golden Clam Demon was still innocent and pure, without any ambition to become a Demon King. Of course, she didn't know how to use her charm to bewitch people and absorb their essence.

A demon fetus that can become human is a creation of heaven and earth. It naturally absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from its ignorant state. After hundreds of years of evolution, it is formed by chance—it can be considered a blessing from heaven.

The Golden Clam Demon touched the wooden pillow on the bed with her little demon hand and giggled, "I will not use such a strange thing as a pillow, and I have to lie on it and turn over and over. It's so weird."

"Then do you want to be like the Demon King of Luofu?" The God King of Fu Nie touched the Golden Clam Demon's golden shell, and the Golden Clam Demon's golden shell disappeared instantly, turning her into a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.

"Little Jin Jin, is this name nice?" Ben Feng felt that the Golden Clam Demon was a bit like his junior sister Tianyin, so he reached out and touched her hair.

“Little Jinjin… Little Heihei, Little Jinxuejin sounds better than Little Heihei, so from now on, I’ll be Little Jinjin.” The Golden Clam Demon compared her name to Lady Black Lotus’s nickname, feeling it was very cool.

Fu Nie God King stood up and tugged at Little Jinjin’s robes. “Your clothes are truly exquisite. Lady Mingyue seems to have thought of this long ago. You’re about to become my little husband’s Little Jinjin wife.”

“I don’t want to be Li Benfeng’s wife. If I’m going to be one, I want to be a fairy… a fairy is better.” Little Jinjin had her own preferences.

“A demon is a demon, and a fairy is a fairy. You can’t become whatever you want.” A cold, sharp voice suddenly rang out from the wooden house.

Little Jinjin was delighted to hear this voice, clapping her hands. “Sister Purple Eagle is back! We meet again!”

A girl in a black bodysuit sat on a five-foot-long crossbeam behind the bed, her purple eyes warily watching Benfeng and Fu Nie God King.

Purple-eyed Sand-Singing Golden Eagle.

Also a demon.

The Purple Eagle Demon brought back a lot of secret information about Fu'ai City. She had always cooperated well with the Earth Treasury Sect, especially with the current sect leader, Suo Ziyan, whom she considered like a sister.

She recognized the God King Fu Nie. Seeing the God King Fu Nie's true form surprised the Purple Eagle Demon. In the entire Western Regions, for Buddhists, Taoists, Yin cultivators, and demonic cultivators, seeing the God King Fu Nie's true form was almost like going to Kunlun to see the true face of the Kunlun Sect Leader.

"You're not here to subdue me, are you?" the Purple Eagle Demon asked coldly.

The God King Fu Nie shook his head.

"If you're not here to subdue me, then you want to buy my information?" The Purple Eagle Demon was quite surprised, her pair of eagle eyes, flashing with purple light, swept over the God King Fu Nie, then stared at Ben Feng, "Why would Sect Leader Ziyan give you such a secret place?"

"I don't know either. She gave it away when she wanted to. Besides, everything in here, including you, should be mine." Ben Feng deliberately used the tone of a master.

"No, I don't belong to this manor. This place is just a temporary stop. If you truly become the master of this manor, I should find another place." The Purple Eagle Demon was clearly a maverick, and naturally wouldn't consider Ben Feng its master. Subduing such a demon would require considerable effort.

"Since that's the case, I'll return this manor to the Earth Treasury Sect. It's not easy for you demons to have a safe place to hide. If, because of me, you're targeted by the Demon King of Mount Moro, or those self-important Daoist cultivators, your life will be in constant danger." Ben Feng disliked forcing others, and being a newcomer, he certainly had no intention of taking the Purple Eagle Demon for himself. However,

Ben Feng also knew that the Purple Eagle Demon was a treasure among demons.

The Purple Eagle Demon didn't expect Ben Feng to say such a thing. Its two eagle eyes rolled, and with a stretch of its arms, its body transformed into a giant golden eagle.

"Do you know how many people want to subdue me?" The Purple Eagle Demon's long, flat beak opened and closed. "Seeing a treasure and not being greedy, you're truly a freak. Someone offered 500,000 gold ingots for information about you; that's quite a profitable deal... From what I can detect, your current Daoist cultivation is only at the late stage of the Innate Realm, not even reaching the Nascent Soul stage. How could you possibly contend with Jin Yueju, a peak Earth Immortal of Kunlun? Late Innate Realm, early, middle, and late Nascent Soul, early, middle, and late Earth Immortal, peak Earth Immortal... You actually succeeded! Even if the God-King of Fu Nie tampered with things, you withstood it with your physical body. A Daoist cultivator at the late Innate Realm would find it extremely difficult to even breathe in front of a peak Earth Immortal... It seems you truly are a complete freak."

The Purple Eagle Demon was surprisingly knowledgeable about the Daoist path, as if reciting a familiar story.

"Haha, I only have a superficial understanding of these things. You, a demon less than a hundred years old, can recite them all so well. I think you're also a complete freak, even more freak than me."

Benfeng believes this Purple Eagle Demon must have quite a background. His consciousness reveals she's only a ninety-year-old female eagle. Compared to the Golden Clam Demon, the Purple Eagle Demon is over two hundred years younger. The Golden Clam Demon took over two hundred years to transform from a creature into a demon, due to a massive upheaval in the depths of the Western Sea thirty years ago. The Purple Eagle Demon, at only ninety years old, possesses a demon cultivation level far exceeding that of the Golden Clam Demon.

Whether demon cultivation levels are similar to Daoist cultivation, Benfeng truly doesn't know. Although she had a blind date with Lady Mingyue, it was a fusion of human and human forms; Lady Mingyue's physical body was a reincarnation of demon essence, no longer a demon cultivator. If Little Golden Clam were to continuously advance in demon cultivation through its own comprehension, becoming a demon king, it would be quite interesting.

The Divine King Funi told Benfeng: Demon cultivation levels can generally be divided into the Spirit Subduing Stage, Transformation Stage, Core Formation Stage, Qi Yuan Stage, Spirit Tempering Stage, Great Ascension Stage, and Heavenly Demon Stage.

"The Great Ascension stage of demon cultivators is roughly equivalent to a peak Earth Immortal who hasn't yet undergone tribulation. The Heavenly Demon stage should be considered a powerful existence at the Golden Immortal level in the Daoist sect, right?" Benfeng asked the God King Funie.

"The Spirit Tempering stage of demon cultivators is between the peak Earth Immortal stage and the early Golden Immortal stage after tribulation, which is the Demon King stage. A Demon King must undergo at least seven tribulations to advance to the unimpeded Great Ascension stage. For demons in the mortal world to advance from the Great Ascension stage to the Heavenly Demon stage, they can only wait for a change in the world's fortunes. Some Heavenly Demons are pure-born Heavenly Demons who can directly descend to the mortal world to cause trouble. Others, like the Purple Eagle Demon, if she is a Heavenly Demon, may have been reincarnated into a mortal demon and need to undergo a difficult mortal tribulation before returning to her original demonic form." Even with the God King Funie's demonic cultivation level, he couldn't see through the Purple Eagle Demon's original demonic form.

Demons also value their birthplace. Moreover, the opportunities vary greatly. The Purple Eagle Demon's origin is worth investigating.

"How about we make a deal first?" The Purple Eagle Demon seemed to sense Benfeng and the God-King Funie's thoughts.

"Sure, information about the various forces in Fu'ai City is very valuable right now. You might as well tell me some; I'm willing to pay a high price." Benfeng spoke frankly to the Purple Eagle Demon, openly offering gold and silver to buy top-secret information.

"You're quite straightforward." The Purple Eagle Demon reverted to its human form, lightly tapping its wrist, revealing two stacks of handwritten silk papers.

"Han Qinhu's grand banquet will begin in an hour. You and Miss Funie can study it carefully. If Han Qinhu can make good use of this opportunity, a peak Grandmaster capable of breaking through the void should emerge among the martial arts practitioners... After you've finished reading, you'll have to give me three thousand taels of gold ingots." The Purple Eagle Demon clearly stated its price.

"I trust your judgment. I can take you to Madam Feng right now to get the money. It's cash on delivery." Benfeng didn't bother to look at the information the Purple Eagle Demon had provided; he valued the Purple Eagle Demon herself.

"I collect payment afterward, I'm never afraid of anyone defaulting. That's my rule... I'm leaving." The Purple Eagle Demon's eyes flashed with purple light, and she vanished instantly.

"Sister Purple Eagle, no need to rush!" the Golden Clam Demon cried out anxiously.

"I'll play with you again in a few days. That kid Li Benfeng is willing to spend a lot of money. I'll go and gather some more important information. I'm quite greedy, you know." The Purple Eagle Demon's voice was already dozens of miles away.

Benfeng and the God King Funie looked at the secret information provided by the Purple Eagle Demon one by one.

The first piece of information: King Heszab has arrived in Fu'e City, his target being Queen Lez, of course. King Heszab never dreamed that Queen Lezi could regroup so quickly—the power behind Queen Lezi was enough to kill both Kings Heszab, and King Heszab was doomed!

Second piece of news: The Secret Seal Sect had actually become a lackey of the Sui Dynasty, secretly gathering evidence against Han Qinhu. Emperor Yang Jian of Sui had already drafted an edict to recall Han Qinhu, which would soon be delivered to Xiliang. Han Qinhu's return to Chang'an was fraught with peril.

Third piece of news: Zanmoro and Bamiluo of Mount Moro were plotting to seize several items belonging to Li Benfeng of the Heavenly Lotus Sect in Fu'e City. Many were secretly watching this case, and it was difficult to predict who would win…

Fourth…

Fifth…

The news about the Purple Eagle Demon not only listed the details but also compared the strengths and weaknesses of the various forces.

"Young Master Benfeng, this demon must be subdued, no matter how difficult it is," said the Divine King Funie solemnly after reading the information provided by the Purple Eagle Demon.

"I have the same idea, but this matter should not be rushed. Ah Zi... Little Zi Zi is not suitable for being forced." Ben Feng teased.

"Then you are going to force yourself on Little Jin Jin?" Fu Nie smiled gently, her expression extremely charming.

"It's none of my business. You guys are not fun. Sister Zi Diao is better. We play in the sand on Mingsha Mountain and can catch more than a dozen pigs at once." Little Jin Jin did not understand the meaning of being forced, and thought it was similar to playing in the sand and mud.

The nature of the Golden Clam Demon is to play. Spitting pearls and mud in Qianbi Pool is better than Ben Feng and Fu Nie God King rolling around on the bed without going up or down or forward or backward... Little Jin Jin in the Spiritual Restoration stage cannot understand the rules of the boudoir.

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Ben Feng actually gave the Purple Eagle Demon a nickname, Ah Zi... Little Zi Zi.

At present, the atmosphere in Fu'ai City is tense and stormy. Chapter 135, Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Fifty-One], subduing A Zi can only be put aside for now. What to do first and what to do later must be carefully considered. Madam Feng and the group of reclusive people from Dongfo Mountain will certainly be discussing military strategy with ease, and Madam Mingyue and Queen Lez will also have a meticulous and brilliant plan for the restoration of their kingdom... Once Madam Feng and Madam Mingyue have their grand plan, I, Feng, will face the opponent I want to eliminate, display my divine power, and make a name for myself once again. With

a great battle approaching, why not tease Little Jinjin first, relax a bit, and let her broaden her horizons?

Little Jinjin, who has been dormant for more than a hundred years in the Spiritual Subduing stage, can advance to the Transformation stage once she is successfully developed, relying on her innate spirituality. Let's see if Little Jinjin in the Transformation stage can grow up to be as alluring as Madam Mingyue.

"I need to discuss this with Lady Mingyue. First, we need to find the most suitable place for King Heszabu. He's come all the way from Lezi Kingdom, and he must be covered in dust from the journey. We can't neglect a guest from afar." The Goddess Funie had changed into a tight-fitting outfit. Judging from her attire, she somewhat resembled the greedy yet arrogant Azi, dressed entirely in black, with a pair of eyes that shone with a captivating blue light.

The Golden Clam Demon, however, innocently blinked her eyes, watching the Goddess Funie rise into the air, transforming into a cloud of snow mist as she flew away.

"Why don't you go out with Fairy Funie, like a pair?" the Golden Clam Demon asked Benfeng, mimicking the tone of a mortal woman. This little demon was clearly just imitating some people's speech.

"What does 'going out in pairs' mean? Do you know?" Benfeng chuckled.

"It's like linking arms, then flying together, and then flying into the water to bathe." Little Jinjin, afraid Benfeng wouldn't understand, reached out and linked arms with him. "Look, that's it."

"Oh, that's it... So, do you know what changing clothes for bed is like?" Benfeng grinned mischievously.

"Changing clothes...for bed?" Little Jinjin's eyes sparkled. "Changing clothes is... but I don't know about bed."

"Then you take off your clothes first, and then I'll tell you how to go to bed." Benfeng never expected to have such a fun time with Little Jinjin. Little Jinjin was completely ignorant of the proper etiquette between men and women.

Hearing Benfeng's words, Little Jinjin didn't hesitate and obediently began. She was only wearing a thin jade-colored silk robe, which was easy to take off. Soon, a flawless, white, jade-like body, smooth and delicate, appeared naked before her husband, Benfeng. A

delicate, snow-white, enchanting little body.

"Hurry up, tell me how to go to bed... Otherwise, we're going to Fu'e City to fight those wicked people in a bit." Little Jinjin looked at Benfeng with eager, blinking eyes.

"Going to bed... well, that's a little complicated and time-consuming." Benfeng had only intended to tease her, but the little demon in the Spirit Incubation stage didn't possess the coy shyness of mortal women; she was straightforward and acted immediately.

Her demonic body was extremely alluring. Benfeng's gaze was like the first time he encountered Lady Mingyue in Tianlai Mountain, unknowingly hoisting her onto his shoulder and running into the cave without a care in the world... Lady Mingyue's jade-like body was soft and boneless, warm and gentle as water... What would it feel like to see Little Jinjin's snow-white, tender little demon body?

"I didn't expect Little Jinjin to be so obedient... just like that, completely naked." Benfeng couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He reached into the wooden cabinet beside the bed and took out a brocade quilt. "Come on, I'll teach you how to go to bed."

Little Jinjin's face was full of fresh curiosity. She obediently crawled into the quilt and rubbed against Benfeng. She found it strange and interesting. For some reason, her demonic body felt slightly warm against Benfeng's body. She asked, "Benfeng, is this what going to bed is like?"

"This is what going to bed is like. After going to bed, it's a moment... this is a bit more complicated. Do you want to know?" Benfeng's arms wrapped around Little Jinjin's demonic body. He felt that it was warm, soft, and smooth, much like Lady Mingyue's boneless softness, which was extremely intoxicating.

"I really want to learn. It's so much fun." Little Jinjin obediently imitated Benfeng, wrapping her snow-white jade arms around Benfeng's waist.

Benfeng's desire rose. He rubbed his mouth against Little Jinjin's face, searching for her fragrant lips against her smooth jade face. Little Jinjin's mind wandered, and in a daze, her red lips fell into Benfeng's mouth, offering her first sweet kiss in her demon form.

Benfeng, having savored it, mischievously pried open Little Jinjin's mouth with his tongue, venturing deep inside to tease the little demon.

Little Jinjin, teased to the point of panting, let Benfeng lick and lick her, but somehow, her entire demon body went limp. Confused and flustered, she suddenly pushed Benfeng away.

"What's wrong...don't you want to stay awake for a moment?" Benfeng thought Little Jinjin was deliberately pretending not to understand, deliberately playing seductive tricks on him.

"It's so strange, I'm getting hotter and hotter, and...there's a strange feeling I can't describe..." Little Jinjin opened her hazy eyes. "Oh dear, why aren't you asleep? You haven't gone to bed yet?" Little Jinjin was puzzled; she felt that both of them needed to undress before going to bed.

"How could I...forgot to go to bed...I'll take off all my clothes and go to bed now..." Benfeng was more than happy to oblige, smiling innocently as he lifted the brocade quilt, quickly stripped off his clothes, and then crawled back into the quilt, embracing the innocent little golden clam demon.

The two rubbed against each other, the heat under the quilt intensifying. Benfeng let loose, kneading and fondling her more and more brazenly.

"Benfeng, my dear husband, is this a moment?" Little Golden Clam asked softly, panting, still unsure of what to do at this moment. She even imitated the words of worldly women she had overheard, calling Benfeng "my dear husband"... It seems the Fairy of the Brushing Necks loves to call Benfeng "my little husband"... It seems she could also call Benfeng "my darling husband." Benfeng's caresses on the little demon's snow-white skin raised a lovely, delicate, tingling rash.

"How about a moment?" Benfeng mischievously placed one hand between the legs of the Golden Clam Fairy, while the other hand quietly caressed her soft, delicate breasts.

"I don't know, it's just... hot, and comfortable... But, it's so strange... When you touch my pink little balls, I feel so soft, so sleepy... What does 'sleepy' mean, is it sleeping?" The Golden Clam Fairy wanted to ask everything, but she became more and more drowsy, as if she was about to faint. Her body also became hotter and hotter, so she couldn't help but press herself closer to Benfeng's body.

Benfeng chuckled, "This is just the beginning. It gets more and more wonderful afterward. There's a word called 'floating on air'... and then, another word: 'desire to be immortal, desire to die'... You'll never forget this feeling, this feeling, it's so beautiful, so wonderful..." Benfeng gently coaxed the little golden clam demon, while his other mischievous hand, hidden under the quilt, suddenly slipped between her legs, his fingers constantly tracing patterns, squeezing into the tender, soft jade stream hidden beneath the secret valley...

Little Golden Clam was naturally startled, and immediately cried out in a soft voice, "Oh dear, are you trying to be naughty?!" The sound escaped her lips, but she arched her fair, jade-like neck high... The demon's entire body was tender, and the glass-like moonlight beside the bed reflected on her cheeks, making them appear as if flushed with rosy clouds.

She knew shame.

Benfeng's finger gently kneaded within the tender, jade-like shell, and after a moment, his fingertip became wet, slippery and slippery. This little demon reacted so sensitively, and my heart couldn't help but flutter: "It's the same when I'm playing with those two little girls, Xiao Mei and Xiao Bi, in their boudoirs. Only, this demon-human hybrid is a little different from Xiao Mei and Xiao Bi. She seems even... smoother... How can this little demon get so slippery without much touching?"

The golden clam demon hurriedly squeezed her legs together, let out a sound, her body tense for a moment, then couldn't help but relax, arching her tender breasts adorned with two small peaches as if she couldn't bear it, almost pressing them against my face. I

took the opportunity to open my mouth and suck on one of the tender, glistening tips of her breasts, my tongue following suit, freely licking and teasing them. The

golden clam demon's two jade rabbits weren't fully grown yet, only slightly protruding in shape. In terms of size, they were still quite a bit smaller than Lady Mingyue's... However, I didn't feel any regret. Not only did I not feel any regret, but I also found a unique kind of charm in them. The Golden Clam Fairy's breasts were surprisingly thin, almost transparent, with the fine red lines beneath faintly visible. Several veins meandered along the protruding part of her breasts, contrasting beautifully with the delicate red peach-shaped vulva surrounded by an exquisite jade-like halo.

Benfeng panted again, his tongue sweeping and licking, sucking and nibbling, teasing the Golden Clam Fairy's tender, delicate vulva until it changed color, the surrounding vulva transforming from a delicate pink to a deep crimson. The

Golden Clam Fairy was already dizzy and floating, her soft hands resting on Benfeng's body, unable to control herself for a moment. Suddenly, she felt between Benfeng's legs and grasped his throbbing, frightening member.

"What is this, my dear husband, a big iron rod, a hot, frightening iron rod!" The Golden Clam Fairy gave Benfeng's member the most direct name.

The unusual touch sent a shiver down my spine. I stared in astonishment at the little golden clam demon holding my manhood.

The little golden clam demon, without any apparent instruction, began to gently stroke my proud member. Her movements were soft and gentle, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure. I felt the smoothness and the tingling sensation. What an adorable little demon! If I got to know her better, I could enjoy it for moments.

I stared wide-eyed as the little golden clam demon, unsuspecting, stroked my manhood, feeling a tingling, blissful sensation. I could never have imagined that a little demon, so ignorant of worldly affairs, could be so understanding.

The little golden clam demon squinted her innocent eyes, her movements graceful and rhythmic, without the slightest discomfort. A smile played on her lips. She looked as if she were the soft little thing under the golden shell of the Thousand Jade Pool, refining those hard pearls by spitting them out and shrinking back in... The little demon seemed to be getting more and more excited as she played.

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Ben Feng's veins were throbbing, and he finally couldn't help but ask, "Little Jin Jin, tell me, how did you learn this? With your little hands, moving around like that, who did you learn it from?"

The little golden clam demon opened her cute eyes and asked Ben Feng, puzzled, "I just saw it... and then I knew how."

"I've seen you and Sister Manying, and Madam Little Blackie... Sister Mingyue specially showed it to me. I didn't think it was fun at the time, but now I think it's fun, really fun..." Little Jin Jin felt that Ben Feng was a little strange. "It's not difficult, it's so simple, so simple."

At this moment, Ben Feng suddenly thought of the extremely depressing trendy society before he transmigrated... In that trendy society, a girl like the little golden clam demon would be the most popular and appreciated little loli by a bored man.

Loli, an extremely loli little demon.

Thinking this, Benfeng's interest grew, and he became even more luscious towards the beautiful body of the Golden Clam Fairy. He smacked his lips, sucking on her tender little peach, and said somewhat indistinctly, "This moment is very private. There's a saying: Heaven knows, Earth knows, you know, I know... Especially, we can't let Azi... Little Zizi know?"

"Oh, Azi, you call her Sister Zidiao... Azi... then why don't you call me Ajin?" The Golden Clam Fairy repeatedly savored the names "Azi," "Little Zizi," "Little Jinjin," and "Ajin," as if she had realized something. "I still prefer the name Little Jinjin... I want this name, it sounds the best."

The Golden Clam Fairy continued to stroke Benfeng's filthy thing with her jade hands. Perhaps she was aroused by Benfeng and felt unbearably hot, because the movements of her jade hands became faster and faster, and her nimble fingers unconsciously exerted force.

My filthy thing swelled as if it were about to burst, and I groaned with extreme pleasure, "Little Jinjin, from now on I'm your true lover." The little golden clam

demon laughed seductively, "True lover, are you comfortable? From now on, whenever you have time, little Jinjin will make you comfortable like this, okay?"

I said, "Okay, okay, really okay?"

"If you're really comfortable, really comfortable, then... I really like it too." The golden clam imitated the tone of Lady Mingyue and Lady Funi, and I was completely intoxicated by it. I

suddenly straightened up and said, "Little Jinjin, I... I want to go... go inside your body."

Little Jinjin said, "Okay, you want to go in, how do you want to go in..." The little demon's eyes were wide with curiosity as she lay back, her legs automatically spreading apart.

This gentleman, familiar with the ways, yet slightly guilty, used his hands to spread the Golden Clam Fairy's legs a little wider, pressing his throbbing, filthy member against her tender vulva, and softly said, "Once I'm inside, you will truly and completely be my little wife."

The Golden Clam Fairy felt a wave of tingling pleasure from this gentleman's filthy member, and said in a daze yet with curiosity, "Oh, your words are so strange, what... truly, completely..."

"This... you'll know once I'm inside, it's something that can be understood but not explained..." This gentleman lowered his head and gently bit the Golden Clam Fairy's delicate nose. The Golden Clam Fairy also opened her little fairy mouth and bit the tip of this gentleman's nose, knowing her limits, this gentleman only felt a tingling sensation as the Golden Clam Fairy gently nibbled at the tip of his nose.

"But I don't understand! You're such a big person, why do you need to use magic to shrink your body before coming in?" The little golden clam demon stared wide-eyed at Benfeng's body.

Benfeng felt a headache coming on, unsure how to explain the intricacies of their intimate encounter. If he didn't explain and just went ahead, what would happen when the little demon became a demon king? Wouldn't that drive him crazy?

After some deliberation, Benfeng, like a foolish man in the mortal world meeting a woman he admired, asked hesitantly, "Little Golden Clam, when you see me, do you feel happy? Do you... like me...? You know, for a moment, you have to like me."

"I like you, I really like you... I liked you when I saw you in the Flying Spring Cave, I liked you because it was so much fun... I like Benfeng, my true love..." The little golden clam demon smiled sweetly. She had barely opened her mouth to laugh a few times when Benfeng thrust heavily into her delicate flower shell, causing her to let out a soft moan. A trickle of fluid gushed out, wetting the filthy object pressed tightly against the edge of her tender shell.

"I'm coming, the truth-seeker is here!" Benfeng made a show of force, straightening his back and spreading his arms, ready to pounce.

"Come on, I'm so impatient, so anxious! Hurry up, Lady Mingyue said that whatever you want to do, I'll do it." Even at this moment, the little golden clam demon hadn't forgotten Lady Mingyue's teachings. Her flower shell felt an unprecedented, unusually painful sensation, and her legs pressed together uncontrollably.

Without further hesitation, Benfeng parted the little fairy's two jade-like legs, thrusting his waist forward. His fierce, filthy member pierced the delicate flower shell. Just as it touched the shallow bay, he felt something softly constrict the tip before it plunged into an extremely narrow and tight passage…

“Ah, Lady Mingyue said it would hurt, and it really does hurt, it hurts so much!” the little fairy suddenly cried out, her two tender jade arms involuntarily wrapping around Benfeng's neck.

Benfeng was startled and quickly stopped, but the filthy member, which had long since lost its patience, pushed all the way in. In an instant, he felt the soft, slippery embrace of the flesh… What a beautiful thing, so narrow and tight, hot and moist… all sorts of exquisite sensations. Benfeng breathed out several deep breaths of pleasure.

"Truly, it really hurts... really... I... I can't do it anymore, I don't want to do it for another second..." The Golden Clam Demon shrank back, tears welling up in her eyes like a woman in the mortal world.

"It's my fault, I deserve to die! I shouldn't have used so much force." Benfeng hadn't expected his filthy thing to be so disobedient, to lose control like this... Looking down, Benfeng saw the reason for his mistake and forced entry. It turned out that the Golden Clam Demon's entire tender valley was filled with incredibly slippery vaginal fluid. So slippery, it was impossible to stop. There's a saying that goes, a short pain is better than a long one... After the short pain, the sweetness will come.

"You hurt me, you're not nice to me, I'm going to tell Lady Mingyue about you, that you deliberately hurt me so much." The Golden Clam Demon was in tears, her expression filled with resentment, but even more so with incomprehension and grievance.

"I didn't mean to! Just now, it was like a clay ox entering the sea; I accidentally went all the way in." Benfeng took a brocade handkerchief embroidered by Madam Feng and gently wiped away Xiao Jinjin's tears. "This is different. Before, I had never met Xiao Jinjin, and I thought I'd be an expert and could give you a moment of ecstasy... But it's good this way; it only hurt for a moment, and then it'll be over. After that, things will be much better. Xiao Jinjin's demon body will definitely have a unique experience."

Xiao Jinjin's demon body was indeed different from that of a mortal woman. He had only caught a glimpse of her demon body in the Flying Spring Cave and thought he'd just missed her. This little demon was quite the snatcher, stealing the Golden Turtle King's soul egg, yet Madam Mingyue had her eye on it. The soft, gentle golden clam demon was a completely different experience. Her first time was given to Benfeng in such a daze.

After the pain, Benfeng gently made the golden clam demon feel like she was floating on air.

After the ecstasy, the little golden clam demon pestered Benfeng with a series of strange and turbulent questions. Before, she only learned by words and didn't understand the meaning behind them, but now she understood.

Benfeng, while moving rhythmically, acted as her dictionary.

"What does 'mud ox entering the sea' mean? What does 'willingly' mean? Lady Mingyue also told me that husband and wife should be in harmony and faithful to each other until death?" The little golden clam demon had many questions.

"Human language... is a bit complicated. 'Mud ox entering the sea' means, like just now, when I went in, it felt very smooth and pleasant inside you, that's roughly it. And 'willingly' means that when we're together, it's pleasant and comfortable. It's like that saying, doing things without going against your conscience, doing them happily together, that's 'willingly.' As for the rest, let me explain slowly to you." Benfeng couldn't explain much in a short time.

The little golden clam demon seemed to understand some things, and after that blissful experience in her boudoir, there was little pain left in her tender shell, and that spontaneous resentment was gone.

"Truth-Telling Master, why are you holding me so tightly? Are you afraid I won't comply and will sink like a mud ox into the sea?" The Golden Clam Demon felt her arms being gripped tightly by Benfeng, as if she were swallowing pearls, able to play with it by tightening and loosening her grip. So, relying on her limited understanding, she tried to use it on the spot, but it was a bit of a mismatch.

Benfeng laughed: "You're too talented, your... this is simply a masterpiece of understanding... My God, this is the first time I've heard of 'sinking like a mud ox into the sea' being used like this." Benfeng was speechless, and his lower body seemed to tremble triumphantly because of the Golden Clam Demon's innocent understanding. His filthy thing was suddenly nibbled by something slippery and soft, making him tremble with pleasure.

"Then... shall we be faithful to each other forever? I'll be faithful to you forever." The little golden clam was overjoyed, its tender shell nibbling and biting at Benfeng's filthy member.

Benfeng, in his triumph, forgot that the little golden clam was a virgin and couldn't help but thrust roughly a few times. The little golden clam felt a strange pain again, but this time, the pain was accompanied by a softness. The pain quickly disappeared, followed by waves of increasingly intense numbness. This time, however, there was something extra in the pain, making her feel weak. "I've figured it out! This time it's truly like a clay ox sinking into the sea, isn't it?"

"Yes, this time it's real. This is called a lotus flower receiving the grace of dew after the rain," Benfeng said happily.

"After the rain, the lotus receives the grace of dew." The little golden clam fairy memorized each word, and suddenly remembered Benfeng's previous answer, so she couldn't help but ask, "If we do this, does that mean we're a couple in harmony? If we're a couple in harmony, does it mean there's no pain at all? It's just ecstasy, and then, we're in a state

of blissful ecstasy?" Benfeng heard the little golden clam fairy's naivety and hugged her tightly, gently kissing her little mouth. He began to move slightly, and his filthy thing swam in the slippery, milky fluid, rubbing against the little golden clam fairy's special shell. The taste was something that could not be fully described in a few words.

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The little golden clam fairy was in pain and pleasure, her brows furrowed, her little mouth tightly closed, silently enduring Benfeng's honest and straightforward accusations.

"Little Jinjin, why are you frowning? Are you feeling unwell?" Benfeng asked.

Little Jinjin didn't answer, her eyes blinked a few times, then quickly closed again. Her vulva was gushing with vaginal fluid, the sticky, slippery clam was so slippery that Benfeng fiddled with it for a few moments, then couldn't resist thrusting wildly inside. The filthy thing actually pierced the extremely slippery and tender part deep inside, and instantly, a wave of pleasure washed over her. The

little golden clam demon's delicate body trembled, her brows furrowed deeply, and she let out a soft cry. Benfeng's sudden thrust really hurt Little Jinjin; the little demon who had just received the rain of love could not withstand Benfeng's rough handling.

"I hurt you, it's my fault, I was a bit too hasty." Benfeng leaned down and lightly nibbled at the tender tip of the little fairy's peach. "Should we stop?"

Little Jinjin shook her head hurriedly. "He doesn't want to stop, it won't be good if we stop, it won't be as enchanting."

"But seeing you frowning in pain makes me feel bad, I'm always hesitant to go all the way." Benfeng deliberately pulled his filthy object back.

“She experiences pain and pleasure, but when you see her furrowing her brows, it's because she's comfortable, she's in pain but comfortable… Just increase your force, she can handle it…”

Benfeng did as he was told, but after a few big movements, he heard her exclaim, “Moving little by little, oh dear, it's so hard to get her to go anywhere! It turns out that Madam Mingyue’s cultivation is so profound, and Madam Xiao Heihei is so skilled, they are both more capable than her.”

“You need to practice more, just like refining pearls. The more you refine, the more skilled you will become, just like Madam Mingyue and Madam Xiao Heihei.” Benfeng said with amusement, slowly moving in and out, but every time he accidentally touched that soft and tender thing deep inside, seeing Xiao Jinjin’s furrowed brows and trembling reaction, he felt pity for her and couldn’t bear to go any deeper, only lingering and exploring the shallow part of the fragrant bay.

After a while, the Golden Clam Fairy said breathlessly, "Truth Master, why don't you... don't touch my... that good place anymore? It's so uncomfortable there!"

"Where?" Benfeng asked deliberately.

"It's... the place your mud ox most wants to enter." The Golden Clam Fairy slid her two jade arms down Benfeng's neck, wrapped them around his waist, and pulled him tightly towards herself. Then, she squeezed her body together and pushed her buttocks against Benfeng. "It's... it's inside." Benfeng was

embraced by her, and his filthy thing immediately sank in, the tip touching the center of his valley. He teased, "Do you like it when I touch you there?"

"I like it, I really like it when your big mud ox... touches me there... it doesn't hurt at all, really." The Golden Clam Fairy shrank her little body, her charming appearance incredibly alluring and seductive.

"Haha, Little Golden Lady, so you like things to go all the way down to the flesh... This, your husband can do." Benfeng was quite pleased with himself, and immediately began to push deeply, repeatedly thrusting against that soft, tender thing. Each time he succeeded, it was as if he had obtained a treasure.

The Golden Clam Demon's voice became more and more charming and sweet. She hugged Benfeng tightly with both arms, her body covered in fragrant sweat. Her little mouth opened and closed as she cried out, "My dear husband, I'm so hot!"

The two were pressed very closely together, and Benfeng also felt extremely hot. He suddenly straightened up and threw off the brocade quilt. Instantly, the Golden Clam Demon's beautiful, jade-like body was exposed. His eyes were filled with the little demon's desire, and his desire burned even more fiercely. His movements gradually became wild and unrestrained, rising and falling wildly.

"I'm about to lose my senses, I'm about to fly, I don't want it anymore... The Great Mud Ox of the Truth Master is so powerful, so powerful." The little golden clam demon was dazed and confused, humming in a daze. One of its little demon hands unconsciously went to the edge of the watery area and cutely sucked on one of its jade fingers, seemingly unable to understand the wonderful and extremely strange feeling of ascension that was like a tide rushing towards it.

Moved by the sudden change in his mood, he stared at her, his mouth dry. After a long while, his gaze finally moved down from her alluring face,

inch by inch, over her delicate, translucent neck… her small breasts… her flat, soft belly… Finally, he saw the point where their bodies met. Suddenly, he noticed the specks of crimson around her vulva and was startled: “So, this little demon is just like any other woman in the mortal world. She bleeds the first time. I thought only mortal women had that protective membrane. I was a bit reckless. Don’t hurt her. After all, Little Golden Clam hasn’t been in human form for very long. She looks like a six or seven-year-old child.”

Most of Li Sect Leader’s pleasures in the boudoir were guided by women. If we’re talking about true initiative, it was with the Golden Clam Demon that this was his first time. He glanced again at the blood-red spots on the clam shell and asked softly, "Little Golden Clam, how are you? Can you still take it?"

"It still hurts a little, but I don't want you to stop... because... because it feels so good, and... so much fun. I like it, I like being with you like a mud ox sinking

into the sea." The Golden Clam Demon's cheeks were flushed, her eyes filled with joy and pleasure. Benfeng felt slightly relieved, and looked again. He saw that Little Golden Clam's flower-like opening tightly gripped his filthy thing, with only a little transparent fluid being pulled out by the invading filthy thing. He couldn't help but secretly rejoice, "So it's because her thing is naturally tight, and it opens and closes with the big mud ox, with a good balance of tightness and looseness. No wonder there's so much fluid inside but not much has leaked out."

The Golden Clam Demon's soft, boneless body suddenly stiffened, her hazy eyes widened, and she cried out in a soft voice, "Oh no, the big mud ox is going to burst!" Almost simultaneously, Benfeng

suddenly noticed the change in his own member. The filthy thing that had been bitten by the tender valley swelled several times in size,

and its color turned a blazing red, like a charred iron rod. It looked extremely strange, and he was immediately startled: "How could it become like this? Could it really be about to explode?"

The little golden clam demon felt a violent swelling inside her cavity, and the filthy thing inside suddenly became extremely hot, scalding her clam as if it were melting into butter. Her soul almost left her body and flew away. She felt a little fearful, but extremely pleasurable. The little demon's buttocks involuntarily rose up, thirstily welcoming him.

Benfeng saw her seductive expression, aroused and about to explode, and couldn't help but go mad. He lifted the little demon's legs with both hands and pounded and pulled them forcefully.

The little demon trembled and shook, her jade waist ached, and the fluid inside her cavity seemed to boil and steam, surging as if it were about to burst forth. She had never experienced anything like this before, and cried out in a panic, "Master Truth, something bad has happened! Is it... is it... death from lust...?"

Suddenly, she saw that the area around her vulva was strangely swollen and bulging, and the clam lips were so taut that they were almost translucent. She was greatly surprised and felt extremely lewd. The urge to release suddenly came over her and she became even more unrestrained.

Little Jinjin's brows furrowed, biting her lip as she endured the pain. The most delicate and sensitive part deep inside her was being repeatedly assaulted, the initial tingling and itching turning into increasingly violent contractions and tremors. Benfeng, however, paid no heed, focusing solely on thrusting and pounding, as if he wanted to penetrate the little demon deep within him before he felt satisfied.

The little golden clam demon's head thrashed wildly. Suddenly, the little thing deep inside her trembled violently, utterly unable to resist. With a piercing, delicate cry, the clam's mouth, which had been tightly gripping the filthy object, suddenly opened, and the filthy fluid inside gushed out! The little demon's constitution was extraordinary; during her outburst, it was like a cascading waterfall, splashing Benfeng's legs and abdomen with warm, sticky fluid. Benfeng, already on the verge of exploding, could no longer hold back after being drenched in her fluids, and suddenly erupted, groaning as he forced the stream of white fluid deep inside the little demon. The little demon was already in a state of ecstasy, and this attack sent her into a frenzy. Her jade-like belly contracted rapidly, and as Benfeng revealed his true nature, even more hot fluid gushed from her vulva.

...The two of them were entwined, arms and legs wrapped around each other.

"What are you two doing under the quilt? Ugh...it smells so strange." The purple eagle demon flew into the room, flapped its wings a few times, and transformed into human form.

Hearing Azi's voice, Benfeng quickly covered the two of them with the quilt. He didn't want Xiaojinjin to see him enjoying himself in the boudoir. Azi wasn't Xiaojinjin. If she were to spread this news, the reputation of the Heavenly Lotus Sect's sect leader for engaging in lewd acts with a cute, newly formed loli demon would plummet. Although Benfeng didn't care much about worldly reputation, if his newly accumulated reputation were to collapse, he would become a despised and lowly person, condemned by everyone, and constantly hunted down.

Prestige should be accumulated as much as possible; more isn't a burden, and it can even attract countless beauties to bow down.

Little Jinjin carefully peeked out from under the brocade quilt and asked the Purple Eagle Demon in a soft voice, "Sister Purple Eagle, did you get news of another high-priced item?"

"Yes, of course, how could I leave empty-handed?" Azi, however, didn't understand the taboos of the inner chambers and actually walked to the bedside, reaching out to lift the brocade quilt.

A strong, pungent smell of mating rushed into her nose.

Azi lightly fanned her nose with her jade hand, "You two are indeed doing something shady. Oh, why are you bleeding... You can't fall for Li Benfeng's tricks, he... What exactly are you up to?"

"Nothing's up to, Sister Purple Eagle, we're playing 'mud ox sinking into the sea,' it's a lot of fun, come play with us." Little Jinjin had no worldly shyness and just spread her legs wide. Bloodstains and sticky fluids clung to her legs, and her tender labia still throbbed, dripping with the fluids Ben Feng had just ejaculated inside.

"Go wash up, you're filthy...you smell awful." Azi thought Ben Feng and the golden clam demon were practicing some kind of secret Taoist magic...she didn't understand, but naturally, because of her love of cleanliness, she frowned at Ben Feng with displeasure.

A futile frown. Azi, unaware of her inner thoughts, only felt something was strange about the current situation between the little golden clam and Ben Feng, but she was completely oblivious to the erotic implications.

Ben Feng hurriedly grabbed his clothes and dressed, sitting on the wide chair in the room, his skin a deep ochre. He secretly rejoiced: thankfully, Azi didn't understand the sordid affairs of the inner chambers; if she had seen him corrupted, it would have been much harder to subdue him later.

This thought had barely crossed his mind when Ben Feng immediately dismissed it. Azi's exceptional spiritual awareness meant he couldn't let her know his intention to subdue her.

Benfeng secretly formed the Immovable Fundamental Seal, advancing to the realm of intention without intention and thought without thought. On the surface, however, he was chatting and laughing. His natal lotus infant jumped out and burrowed into the dull white bead on Azi's wrist. Inside the white bead was a message formed from Azi's consciousness: the white egret demon, whom Dugu Jialuo relied heavily on, had arrived at Bailing Mountain with a secret assassination order. Benfeng's sea of consciousness searched the area around Fu'ai City but did not find Bailing Mountain. This demon was extremely intelligent and hid in places that were not easy to detect, truly adept at preserving its life.

"Look at how dirty you are. You've only been with Li Benfeng for a few days and you've already become like this... You should come with me. I'll give you a bath every day and make you clean and white." Azi carried Little Jinjin to the outer room and giggled as she bathed Little Jinjin. Benfeng

's natal lotus infant went to the outer room and suddenly felt the solemn and awe-inspiring magical power fluctuations of the ancient magic array. The natal lotus infant suddenly sprang from the white pearl and returned to the physical body. What a strange magic array! Even the natal lotus infant couldn't withstand it.

The Ksitigarbha Sect is so generous, giving me such a large manor, yet they didn't tell me that an extremely terrifying ancient magic array is hidden within. Is this a sign of malice?

Azi and Xiaojinjin, however, were completely unaware.

Chapter 138 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Fifty-Four]

Miss Funie had somehow already stood gracefully in the room, holding the octagonal magic weapon in her hand. With a wave of her jade hand, the Purple Mist Saintess, hidden within, seemed to wake from a dream and slowly sat up.

A thought of the Purple Mist Saintess penetrated into the seemingly formless ancient magic array.

The ancient magic array revealed a human figure woven with strange light. The human figure grew larger and larger, filling the entire room. Gradually, a white-clad girl appeared above the human figure of the ancient magic array. The girl held an octagonal magic weapon in her hand, just like the one Miss Funie held.

Suddenly, King Menmala's Dark Sanctuary flew up from Benfeng's Golden Clam Divine Wood Vehicle, the four-inch-tall rotten wooden tower instantly transforming into a Dark Sanctuary twice the height of a person.

How could such a drastic change occur? Benfeng was stunned. Recently, this old fellow, King Menmala, had been diligently refining his divine soul. Lady Mingyue had refined the Golden Clam Divine Wood Vehicle, and King Menmala had been even more diligently refining it within the Golden Clam Divine Wood Vehicle. Even speaking to Benfeng felt like a luxury; he silently cultivated, and his divine soul had already condensed into a rudimentary form. It was an extremely fragile rudimentary form. Without the protection of the Dark Sanctuary and the Golden Clam Divine Wood Vehicle, even a Daoist cultivator in the Core Formation stage could easily capture King Menmala's divine soul. Therefore, this old fellow had been extremely patient, prioritizing survival, almost as if he didn't exist.

He released the Dark Sanctuary, daring to contend with the ancient magic array of the Upper Realm? What was the connection between this and the Purple Light Saintess?

Heavenly Demon Path. Upon learning of King Menmolu's near-death experience from Benfeng, the Purple Mist Saintess resolved to sacrifice herself, determined to dedicate her soul to the ancient Heavenly Demon Life-Giving Array to cultivate into the Heavenly Demon Saintess.

Heavenly Demons and Heavenly Monsters are powerful beings, mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, capable of contending with Golden Immortals. The Demon King of Mount Moro, if he wished to break through to the Demon God realm, needed to undergo a tribulation of lightning, advance to the Mahayana stage, and then pass through thirty-three layers of the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice Array to become a Demon God who could rule thirty-three Demon Palaces and contend with Golden Immortals.

Fairy Funie had kept the Purple Mist Saintess hidden within her octagonal magic treasure, seemingly struggling to make a decision. King Menmolu, in turn, was extremely reluctant to let the Purple Mist Saintess leave him. This old man had countless women, discarding them at will, yet he treated the Purple Mist Saintess with special favor. The Purple Mist Saintess's cultivation of the Myriad Subtle Purple Mist Demonic Art has advanced to the eighth level. Given time, she will break through to the ninth level, potentially joining the ranks of the Demon Palace Venerables. King Menmoro, recognizing the Purple Mist Saintess's talent, intended to cultivate her, but unexpectedly, he encountered the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea calamity, nearly jeopardizing all his efforts.

"Purple Mist, don't be so stubborn! You must know that the chances of becoming a Heavenly Demon Saintess in human form are extremely slim. Why do you insist on this?" King Menmoro finally couldn't help but speak up, admonishing the resolute Purple Mist Saintess.

The Purple Mist Saintess, of course, knew that her choice was made out of necessity. Among those who cultivate demonic arts, how many truly understand its essence, and even fewer know the immense hardships and difficulties involved? Even if one could break through to the level of a Demon Palace Venerable within their lifetime, extend their life by three hundred years, and then cultivate further to the level of a Demon King with a clone, how many could endure another thousand years of suffering to break through to the level of a Mahayana Demon King? For a Mahayana Demon King to break through to become a Demon God is virtually impossible. In the tens of thousands of years of the demonic cultivation world, only three have achieved the status of Demon God.

They remain silent until they make a stunning debut. The Purple Mist Saintess did not want to become a target for Daoist cultivators' breakthroughs, like her demonic cultivation predecessors. The Daoist cultivation world has always viewed demonic cultivators as natural training targets, killing them at will.

After years of cultivation, was it all just to become a target for any Daoist cultivator to kill at will? No, absolutely not! The Purple Mist Saintess learned from Benfeng that the Mute King was so miserable he had to rely on others for survival. Overwhelmed with grief and despair, she lost all will to live.

Death! To live through death! To be reborn from the brink of death!

It was true death! Not a single memory would remain in her consciousness.

Of course, before the Purple Mist Saintess threw herself into the Heavenly Demon Life-Sustaining Array, her consciousness wasn't annihilated into nothingness; it was stored within the octagonal magic treasure of the white-clad girl.

Heavenly Demon Saintess, Heavenly Demon Primordial Consciousness Plate. The one in the hands of the Fu Nie God King was something she had condensed herself, corresponding to the Heavenly Demon Primordial Consciousness Plate, hence it had no name. Her Frowning Mirror corresponded to the Kunlun Mirror. It must be said that the Fu Nie God King was a freak of magic treasure craftsmanship, unparalleled in both the Dao and Demon realms.

The Purple Mist Saintess had already spent considerable time training within the monstrous soul-refining artifact of the God-King Fu Nie. The experience was indescribable. Her soul was tempered from the realm of life to the realm of a stillborn fetus, and her physical body was also tempered to the state of a painless, numb corpse.

From this stillborn corpse, life would emerge, the faintest of breaths.

A thousand deaths to gain one life. Only an extraordinary monstrous being, silent until the moment of truth, would harbor such a monstrous thought.

"Miss Zi Mang, think carefully before you act. The tragic state of that old bastard Men Mo Luo on Mount Zi Mo Luo was a bit of an exaggeration. When I told you, I didn't know you and that bear Men Mo Luo were so deeply in love, inseparable like fish and water. So, don't act impulsively. You must know that on Mount Zi Mo Luo, among all the holy maidens, you are the most skilled in demonic arts. The Myriad Subtle Purple Mang Demonic Art—just hearing the name, I know it must be pioneering, creating a realm of unparalleled mystery that others could never achieve. Miss Zi Mang, life is a matter of life and death. If you fail, you'll lose everything. That's terrifying, utterly horrible. Think it over and over again."

Ben Feng rambled on for a long time, simply trying to delay the time for the Holy Maiden Zi Mang to enter the Heavenly Demon Life-Sustaining Formation. The sudden return of the Divine King Fu Nie must also be related to the Holy Maiden Zi Mang.

The Divine King Fu Nie summoned the Frowning Mirror. In the mirror reflecting the furrowed brows, appeared Benfeng, Madam Feng, the Holy Maiden of Purple Mist, and the Divine King of Fune. One man and three women—they had a connection. They were not mere passersby, fleeting figures.

In an ancient temple, the monk Benfeng, clad in a bright red robe, held scriptures and recited the Dharma. Beside him were three devout Buddhist patrons: Madam Feng was a courtesan, the Holy Maiden of Purple Mist was a noblewoman possessed by a demon, and the Divine King of Fune was a ragged beggar.

...Names. These are collectively known terms. This can be briefly described in twelve ways: 1. False names. 2. Names of actual events. 3. Names corresponding to the same category. 4. Names corresponding to different categories. 5. Names according to virtue. 6. False names. 7. Names of the same understanding. 8. Names of different understandings. 9. Manifest names. 10. Inconspicuous names. 11. Brief names. 12. Extensive names. False names... These are names that are provisionally established internally, such as "I" and "the life of sentient beings." They are also provisionally established externally, such as "bottle" and "clothing." These are names of actual things, such as "eye" and "color," etc., within the meaning of the sense organs. These are names corresponding to the same kind, such as "having the great elements," etc. These are names corresponding to different kinds, such as "blue" and "yellow," etc., given by the Buddha to virtuous friends. These are names according to virtue, such as "color" because of its transformation and obstruction, "receiving" because of its reception, "sun" because of its emission, and so on. These are provisional names, such as calling someone poor "rich." Other names are established without dependence on other meanings. These are names of shared understanding, such as those shared in perception. Those contradicting this are names of shared understanding. These are explicit names, meanings that are easy to understand. These are implicit names, meanings that are difficult to understand, such as the Dharani mantra. These are abbreviated names, such as single-word names. These are extensive names, such as names with many words. These are complete names. These are further six types. The first is an incomplete sentence. The second is the perfect sentence. The third is the sentence that completes the sentence. The fourth is the sentence that completes the sentence. The fifth is the sentence that punctuates the sentence. The sixth is the sentence that explains the sentence.

An incomplete sentence means that the text is not complete. The meaning is not complete. You should know that it is only through the second sentence that the explanation is complete... This long passage of incomprehensible sutra was explained by Abbot Benfeng in a dignified and eloquent manner. The three female devotees listened with great concentration, completely forgetting the time. Even as the sun set and their stomachs rumbled, they still listened intently to the master's profound explanation.

After going to bed that night, the demon-possessed Zi Mang girl floated into Abbot Benfeng's meditation room.

Although Abbot Benfeng lay in bed with his eyes closed, he seemed to have known all along and was quietly waiting for this calamity.

“Those who are meant to come, come; those who are meant to go, go. Female benefactor, this old monk is determined to avert this calamity. Just treat it as a body you desire and act without restraint.”

Upon hearing these words, Master Benfeng startled the demon, who softly said, “This servant will take your soul to aid my myriad life-giving techniques. If it succeeds, your selflessness in the face of the eagle will be worshipped by all beings in the Buddhist and Taoist realms for eternity…”

“The Buddha is merciful, nameless and formless, sacrificing everything. If I do not enter hell, who will? Female benefactor, the gates of the underworld are open. If not now, when?”

"This humble servant still doesn't quite understand a passage of Buddhist scripture, and humbly requests the master's explanation... 'The manifestations refer to the correspondence of all aggregates, all realms, all places, dependent origination, the correspondence of places and non-places, and the correspondence of mindfulness.'

Master Benfeng simply threw off the gray quilt covering him, revealing his naked body, closed his eyes, and recited a passage of Sanskrit that the demon couldn't understand. Then, he slightly opened his eyes and sighed, 'All bodies are in accordance with the Dharma, female benefactor, you've made this old monk very anxious! I've been explaining the scriptures and expounding the Dharma to make those two female benefactors drowsy, precisely so that I could end this worldly ties with you now... Why are you still making excuses? You've made this old monk very anxious...'

...

The reincarnation manifestation of the Frowning Mirror suddenly stopped.

This manifestation left the Purple Mist Saintess bewildered and stunned."

"You... how could you be a Buddhist..." Saintess Zi Mang shook her head. "The God King Fu Nie is just a little beggar? How could Madam Feng Chulian be a courtesan? I... how could I be a demon? I... I am a demonic cultivator..."

King Men Mo Luo's voice suddenly boomed: "Zi Mang, you have practiced the Myriad Subtle Life-Giving Technique in your previous life! This is a superior technique of the Taiyi Dao Sect. This Heavenly Demon Life-Giving Array will be harmful to you. Don't throw your life away."

"You... you are all lying to me, especially the God King Fu Nie. I don't believe you the most. Your Frowning Mirror can conjure up whatever you want. You deliberately conjured it up for me to see... I don't believe Li Benfeng the second most... because you are a freak, one of a kind in the world, a freak beyond belief. You are good at lying to people. Black Lotus and Cloud Leaf were both fooled by you. Even the God King Fu Nie was fooled by you... and even that idiot Men Mo Luo was fooled by you..." Saintess Zi Mang suddenly giggled.

"Alas, that's all I have to say, Miss Zi Mang. Hurry up and throw yourself into it. Look at that white-robed Heavenly Demon Saintess on the array; she seems impatient. Die, die! I'm telling you the absolute truth; I'm not lying." Ben Feng closed his eyes blankly, resembling a Buddhist monk who had transcended all worldly concerns.

"I'll die later. There are some things I still need to say." Zi Mang Saintess, her mind single-minded, seemed as innocent as a little golden clam demon, and she released a purple aura towards the Heavenly Demon Saintess on the array.

The Heavenly Demon Saintess made no move; Zi Mang Saintess's purple aura seemed to vanish without a trace, leaving no magical fluctuation around her.

"Wow! So powerful! I ask you, can I be as powerful as you?" Zi Mang Saintess looked up and asked the Heavenly Demon Saintess.

The character "能" (can) appeared before the Heavenly Demon Saintess. The character "能" was woven from the purple aura that Zi Mang Saintess had just released.

"Alright, then I'll..." The Purple Mist Saintess suddenly pointed at Benfeng, "I want you to come with me, even if it means dying a thousand deaths!"

"No, Miss Purple Mist, survival is paramount. This is unacceptable. If I go with you, my wives will be heartbroken... Absolutely not." Benfeng knew that Miss Purple Mist wouldn't perish anytime soon, and he felt relieved.

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