[Fantasy] The Song of the Six Dynasties (Complete) - 24

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Chapter Four.

Zhuo Yunjun shuddered and hurriedly replied, "Reporting to Master, I only arrived in Lin'an this morning. Since I didn't know your residence, I went to Yuntao Temple first."

"Not Helin Temple?"

"I was being chased by Lin's men and couldn't go to Helin Temple. Following Mama's instructions, I went to Yuntao Temple to settle down, but I encountered Master Mi on the lake. Seeing his hurried movements, I followed him, only to meet Master."

"Why did you go to Yuntao Temple? Does it have anything to do with killing Master Mi?"

"Mama told me to make some noise to reveal my whereabouts," Zhuo Yunjun said, "preferably something related to the Black Demon Sea."

"How long have you been in the temple?"

"I just arrived a short while ago,"

Cheng Zongyang sneered, "Weren't you just waiting outside to see me die?"

Zhuo Yunjun pulled open her collar, revealing a red mark on the back of her neck: "My soul and spirit bear Mama's mark; my life, death, honor, and disgrace are all in Mama's hands."

No wonder that brat let her come out alone. But what did all these methods mean? Driven to the brink of despair by Zhuo Meiren'er? She had disappeared for months, only to reappear entangled with the Black Demon Sea and kill her fellow disciples. She had no choice but to seek refuge under his tutelage. But did that brat really need to go to such lengths to subdue Zhuo Meiren'er?

Cheng Zongyang pondered for a long time but couldn't understand Xiao Zi's intentions. However, he didn't need to worry about that brat's affairs; she certainly wouldn't do anything that would put her at a disadvantage.

Cheng Zongyang wanted to spend some time with Zhuo Meiren'er, but he was simply too busy. He called out, "Ningnu."

Light footsteps sounded, and Ruan Xiangning gracefully emerged from the inner room. Upon seeing Zhuo Yunjun in Cheng Zongyang's arms, both women instinctively revealed a hint of amazement and jealousy. However, Ruan Xiangning was under the influence of the Meditation Technique, her mind clouded. She only glanced at Zhuo Yunjun before gently kneeling at her master's feet.

Cheng Zongyang said, "Zhuo Nu, you're an expert in bedroom arts, what do you think of this cauldron?"

Zhuo Yunjun smiled and reached out, slipping her hand inside Ruan Xiangning's clothes. Ruan Xiangning's delicate legs trembled slightly, revealing a hint of shyness, which was then pressed down by Cheng Zongyang. Zhuo Yunjun initially thought he was teasing her, but as her fingers moved slightly, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, her eyes showing astonishment.

After a moment, Zhuo Yunjun raised her head: "Reporting to my mistress, this female cauldron is quite peculiar. If I were to examine it carefully, it would probably take several hours."

Cheng Zongyang touched the tip of his nose and said to Ruan Xiangning, "Those who can fly are all bird people."

Ruan Xiangning's delicate body trembled slightly, releasing the restrictions of the meditation spell. Her gaze changed from blank to confused, and then to utterly terrified.

Cheng Zongyang ignored her shock at discovering the truth and said to Zhuo Yunjun, "This slut is from the Black Demon Sea. She's my slave now. I don't have time to deal with her, so you can train her."

Zhuo Yunjun was both surprised and delighted, and her gaze towards Ruan Xiangning brightened instantly. In terms of beauty, even by Cheng Zongyang's side, she was a top beauty. However, due to her several encounters with him, she was captured and, being cowardly, willingly became a slave, devaluing herself. Among his women, she was the lowest in status, even lower than Yan'er, who had no official title. Now that Cheng Zongyang had entrusted this woman to her, although her own status remained unchanged, at least she was no longer the lowest.

Zhuo Yunjun took Ruan Xiangning's hand and smiled, saying, "Don't worry, Master, this servant will definitely train this young lady well."

Most of the soldiers in the direct command battalion suffered external injuries, and with everyone's help, Li Shishi finished treating them all in less than half an hour. She was now leaning over the table, her face deathly pale, her forehead beaded with sweat, one hand still on Guo Huai's wrist, taking his pulse.

It took a full cup of tea's time before Li Shishi, utterly exhausted, finally gave up. She shook her head wearily, "This man has used some kind of technique; his body is like wood or stone. Although he has suppressed his injuries, his meridians are completely severed. I am powerless to help."

Lin Qingpu knew Guo Huai was an important person, and if anything went wrong, Cheng Zongyang would be in trouble. He whispered, "Is there any way to save him?"

Li Shishi closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "When that person drew his sword, the strike should have deviated slightly, avoiding the heart meridian. But this wound is extremely deep; even if he survives, he will inevitably become a cripple."

Lin Qingpu was about to ask more when Cheng Zongyang rushed in. Seeing the cold sweat on Li Shishi's forehead, he hurriedly said, "First, take care of your own injuries. Is there any way to save him?" "We'll talk about it after you've recovered!"

Li Shishi smiled palely. "It's alright, the broken bone didn't pierce my lung. A few days of rest will do the trick, it's nothing serious."

Cheng Zongyang called over a maid to help Li Shishi to the inner room to change and apply medicine. He then scolded Lin Qingpu for not showing any tenderness towards

a woman before asking, "How are they?" Lin Qingpu replied, "Kuang Zhongyu and Feng Dafu have exhausted themselves and are now resting in their quiet rooms. Leopard Head was affected by the backlash of the witch's power and hasn't woken up yet. Once Miss Shishi recovers, we can use a purification spell to remove the remaining witch's power from his body. Lieutenant Yi, Jin Wuzhu, and the Blue-Faced Beast all have external injuries and will be fine after a few days of rest."

"The heaviest losses were suffered by the Direct Subordinate Battalion," Lin Qingpu said. "The Direct Subordinate Battalion has sixteen wounded, three of whom are seriously injured. Lieutenant Zhou Feng's injuries are the most severe, and his condition is not optimistic. The other two, although receiving medication, will need to be observed for several days. Nine will need to recuperate for a month to half a year, and two of them may be disabled. The other four have minor injuries and will recover within a few days."

Cheng Zongyang's face was ashen. Of the thirty soldiers in the Direct Subordinate Battalion, ten were killed or disabled in the battle, a third of them lost, and another third were wounded, including Lieutenant Zhou Feng, the only one promoted from the Direct Subordinate Battalion during the Battle of Jiangzhou. This Feast at Hongmen was originally a sure thing, but it almost ended in complete defeat, with no chance of recovery.

"Where is Huizhi?"

Lin Qingpu coughed. "Miss Shishi just examined him and said she had never seen such symptoms before, and the Bright Temple and Black Demon Sea techniques are incompatible, so it's not advisable to rush into treatment."

None of them are easy to deal with! Cheng Zongyang muttered to himself and asked, "Where is Old Qin?"

Lin Qingpu pointed to the next room.

Cheng Zongyang pushed open the door and entered. He saw the treacherous minister lying stiffly on a bamboo couch, his hands clasped across his chest, his face serene. If it weren't for the metallic sheen emanating from his body, a dark, translucent sheen that set him apart, he would have looked almost as if he were asleep.

Suddenly, Cheng Zongyang's eyes twitched as he noticed a young girl sitting beside the couch. Under his gaze, the girl gracefully rose. While not exceptionally beautiful, she possessed the elegance of a well-bred young lady, especially her eyes, which shone with a restrained brilliance, clearly indicating a cunning and calculating nature. As for her age, she was at most seventeen or eighteen. Although marriage at fifteen or sixteen was common in this era, in Cheng Zongyang's eyes, the girl before him was far too young.

"That treacherous minister really did eat tender grass..." Cheng Zongyang thought to himself, but his face remained impassive. He cupped his hands and said, "This must be my sister-in-law?"

The young woman curtsied. "My surname is Wang, and my given name is Hui."

"I've heard Brother Qin mention you before, but it's only today that I get to meet you," Cheng Zongyang said righteously. "Don't worry, sister-in-law! Brother Qin and I are bosom friends. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'll give it my all! Besides, wherever Brother Qin goes

, he brings blessings. There are several memorial arches erected for him. Surely, good fortune will come his way." "Thank you for your concern, Master," Wang Hui said. "My husband foresaw that things wouldn't end well today. Yesterday, he told me he has a secret technique to protect himself. When used in an emergency, it makes the body as hard as iron, impervious to water and fire, and difficult to harm with knives and axes, but it can't move the body. Only a sliver of spiritual light remains. My husband said the technique will dissipate after twelve hours, so Master need not worry."

A secret technique? Just look at Old Man Shang to know how unreliable the Poison Sect's "secret arts" are. Qin the treacherous minister's face did look seven or eight parts like he was poisoned—although Marquis Shang's witchcraft was unreliable, he was a master of poison. If anyone could turn poison into a life-saving technique, it would be Marquis Shang's branch of the Poison Sect.

Cheng Zongyang glanced at Qin Hui with admiration. Even Guo Huai was severely injured in today's battle, demonstrating the ferocity of the fight. Given the deep-seated grudge between the Black Demon Sea and the Witchcraft Sect, Jian Yuji would never let Qin Hui go. Yet, the treacherous minister acted decisively, feigning death to avoid being killed, without even a scratch. He wondered what would have happened if he had been utterly defeated, and Jian Yuji had taken the dead traitor back and burned him in the furnace for twelve hours.

Lin Qingpu approached and said, "Master, the carriages and horses are ready."

Although Cheng Zongyang was eager to see the majesty of this Lady Wang, business was more important. He clasped his hands and said, "In that case, please take good care of her, Madam. Just let me know if you need anything!"

Guo Huai, his senses completely shut, lay curled up on the carpet, his thin body stained with blood, like a piece of rotten wood.

Feng Deming knelt down, examining his meridians. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Da Diao Dang was stabbed in the shoulder with a sword. His shoulder, lungs, liver, heart meridian, diaphragm... all were injured. He had no choice but to use the fetal breathing method, and now most of his cultivation has been dissipated."

Cheng Zongyang's heart pounded. Guo Huai was the Empress Dowager's right-hand man. He was perfectly fine when he asked for help, but when he was sent back, he was a cripple. From another perspective, if someone asked him for help through his connections and was sent back a half-dead traitorous minister, one could imagine how he would feel.

The Empress Dowager glanced at him from afar and frowned, saying, "This little Guo is utterly useless. Send him away."

Cheng Zongyang was dumbfounded. Guo Huai, as her personal eunuch, had loyally protected her for decades. Even on his last breath, he struggled to return to the palace. Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager only glanced at him from afar and, without asking whether he was alive or dead, ordered him to be sent away.

Feng Deming didn't even dare to show a hint of sympathy, carefully lifting Guo Huai and escorting him out of the palace.

The Empress Dowager glanced at Cheng Zongyang, "Do you think I'm being too heartless?"

Cheng Zongyang chuckled dryly, "It seems so."

The Empress Dowager spat with a laugh, saying, "These eunuchs were originally perfectly normal men, yet they've made themselves neither male nor female. Buddhist scriptures say that if a woman is devout to Buddha, she can be reborn as a boy in her next life. These eunuchs finally obtained male bodies, yet they willingly castrate themselves, not knowing that wealth is easy to obtain, but a male body is hard to come by. Abandoning their own precious flesh and blood, serving others with servility, so self-deprecating, how can they be respected?"

Listening to the Empress Dowager's half-contemptuous, half-sighing lament, three words popped into Cheng Zongyang's mind: Male-worshiping fanatic!

Women with this psychological factor often show extreme envy, even worship, of male physical characteristics, and correspondingly, extreme contempt for women who lack male physical characteristics. Eunuchs, being men, voluntarily or involuntarily had their male characteristics removed, becoming servants. Their status in the eyes of the Empress Dowager was predictably low.

Cheng Zongyang's heart stirred slightly, and he deliberately said, "Although the eunuchs in the palace lack a bit of 'thing,' their loyalty to the concubine is beyond reproach."

"What's a little loyalty worth?" the Empress Dowager sneered. "The former Consort Duan favored her eunuchs. After she lost power, what wouldn't those eunuchs do to please me? They even gave up their perfectly good manhood; how much conscience can they have? If I had lost power, how loyal would Xiao Guozi be?"

Cheng Zongyang smiled bitterly. "Not everyone is like that, is they? I heard that Qin Da Diao Dang is a loyal and righteous man."

"You mean Qin Han?" the Empress Dowager sneered. "That eunuch claims to be loyal to the country, yet he doesn't even respect me. What use is he?"

Cheng Zongyang, who had originally intended to kick someone when they were down, now felt a pang of reluctance. Eunuch Qin, oh Eunuch Qin, your master only wants obedient dogs, and you've wasted your loyalty on the wrong path.

Speaking of which, while this Empress Dowager wasn't exactly benevolent, that's precisely why she was able to maintain order. If it were someone kind-hearted, who knows what chaos the treacherous Song Dynasty would have descended into? Besides, regardless of whether the Empress Dowager was a good person or not, she was genuinely good to him.

Although she addressed him as her nephew, she showed no airs of superiority in his presence; her genuine intimacy didn't resemble that of an elder, but rather that of a favored concubine. In fact, according to the Empress Dowager's wishes, all of A-Ju's former concubines should come to pay their respects to their new master, and perhaps even rekindle their past relationships.

But Cheng Zongyang simply didn't have the courage. He had indeed done such a thing in the Jin Palace, but the Jin Emperor was an idiot, a complete blockhead, and the concubines in the Jin Palace were overjoyed to see him, a living man, like parched land receiving rain; any actions they took were, in a sense, consensual. Although the Emperor of Song was plagued by treacherous officials within and powerful enemies without, his demeanor was spirited and energetic, truly resembling a promising young ruler. If caught in the act, even if he were the Empress Dowager's own father, let alone the Empress Dowager's nephew, he would only face certain death.

Cheng Zongyang touched the Star-Sweeping Whip hidden in his sleeve, sighing inwardly. He had originally thought that sending Guo Huai back to the palace would at least save his life, but the Empress Dowager casually waved her hand, dismissing this drained eunuch like trash. Had he known this would happen, he would have been better off keeping him.

After chatting with the Empress Dowager for a while and politely declining her offer to stay the night, Cheng Zongyang finally left the palace before the gates locked. He had made up his mind, leaping onto the carriage and ordering, "To Shidaomen Alley!"

Shidaomen Alley was Ximen Qing's public residence, and like Cheng Zongyang, he was registered in the Ministry of Personnel. Cheng Zongyang certainly didn't believe that the nearly dismembered Ximen scoundrel would brazenly remain in his public residence, waiting for his enemies to come and collect his corpse, but he was enough to deliver a few words.

Shidaomen Alley was a gathering place for wealthy merchants, and even at dusk, the alley was already brightly lit. The carriage stopped in front of two large black-lacquered doors, with a row of lanterns hanging above them bearing the words "Ximen."

Cheng Zongyang glanced at them, confirming he hadn't mistaken him, then jumped off the carriage and strode forward with a powerful stride. He kicked the doorframe—others would kick at the cracks to break the latch, but Cheng Zongyang kicked at the entire doorframe, releasing and withdrawing his force in a single blow, ripping the entire door off with a single kick and slamming it heavily into the courtyard.

Facing them was a screen wall, painted with nothing more than auspicious motifs like "Five Blessings at the Door" and "Longevity with Pine and Crane," but the Ximen family's was a bit more distinctive, depicting Magu offering longevity flowers. Cheng Zongyang stretched his shoulders and back, then leaped forward, kicking down the screen wall as well, sending dust billowing through the courtyard.

Hearing the loud crash from the Ximen mansion, many servants and idlers outside gathered to watch the commotion. However, an unusual four-wheeled carriage was parked across the gate, and four soldiers from the Direct Subordinate Battalion stood like nails on the steps. Their menacing aura alone deterred anyone from approaching; the crowd could only watch from afar, whispering amongst themselves.

The servants of the Ximen mansion, hearing the gate slam, rushed out, shouting menacingly, "Where did this scoundrel come from! How dare he cause trouble!"

But when Cheng Zongyang kicked down the screen wall, the shouts immediately subsided. Cheng Zongyang didn't reply, but grinned cruelly, pulled two four-sided iron maces from his waist, and charged in like a tiger among sheep.

In an instant, chaos erupted in the Ximen mansion, with chickens and dogs running amok and screams filling the air. Cheng Zongyang swung his iron mace, striking down each of the dozen or so guards in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. The iron mace was a blunt weapon used on the battlefield, specifically designed to deal with armored opponents. A single swing could often deform even sturdy iron armor, inflicting serious injury more easily than a sharp weapon.

One by one, the guards suffered broken arms and legs, all with comminuted fractures, and screams filled the courtyard.

Finally venting his anger, Cheng Zongyang took out his thin, black whip and with a snap, a pillar half a person's thickness was cleanly severed by the whip's shadow.

The screams in the courtyard immediately ceased. The guards' expressions varied; some felt a chill run down their spines, realizing that if they were struck by the whip, their necks wouldn't be as stiff as a pillar; others gleamed with greed, clearly knowing something about the Star-Sweeping Whip.

Cheng Zongyang assumed that all the skilled fighters from the Black Demon Sea had gone to Xiaoyingzhou, and that Ximen Qing's household only had a handful of men. Therefore, although he came to raid the place, he didn't go on a killing spree. He brandished his whip and said coldly, "Tell that guy surnamed Jian! If you want the whip, send me You Chan before sunrise tomorrow! Otherwise, go to the Bright Temple Hall to get it!"

It was already evening when they returned to Cuiwei Garden. After hearing about Cheng Zongyang's intrusion into the Ximen family, Lin Qingpu pondered for a long time before saying, "Young Master, your actions were rather hasty. Although I don't know the origin of this whip, it must be something of great importance to the Black Demon Sea. In my opinion, it's best to wait until Mr. Qin wakes up and find out more before making any decisions."

Cheng Zongyang said, "Huizhi won't wake up for twelve hours, a whole day. I'm afraid things might change, and it will be too late to regret it then."

Lin Qingpu slowly said, "She's just a woman."

Cheng Zongyang patted his shoulder, "Brother Lin, you don't have a woman yet, do you?"

Lin Qingpu blushed and coughed awkwardly.

Cheng Zongyang smiled and said, "I've heard that some highly accomplished Taoist masters remain bachelors their entire lives. But Brother Lin, you're so young, haven't you thought about finding a companion?"

Lin Qingpu, actually quite young, blushed and whispered, "It's up to fate..."

"That's nonsense! If you don't try, how can you expect fate? Look at Qin Huizhi, he's getting all the young grass he wants! Is that fate? Old Qin must have run countless legs, put in so much effort, and used countless tricks to finally get his hands on that young grass! What about you? Staying cooped up at home all day, do you think young grass will just fall from the sky for you?" Cheng Zongyang said with exasperation, "You're just like Biaozi! I think we should wait for Aunt Lan to come and give you a good lesson! Still relying on your own hands? How can you possibly enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed!" "High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body, realistically molded to resemble a woman's genitals, highly realistic in shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, closely matching the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... undulating and irresistible! Click to enter..."

Lin Qingpu murmured a few words, which Cheng Zongyang didn't quite catch. "What did you say?"

Lin Qingpu mustered his courage and said, "This subordinate believes that it's not the behavior of a hero for the patriarch to change the subject like this."

Cheng Zongyang was taken aback, then gave Lin Qingpu a thumbs up. "Good for you, Brother Lin! To be honest, You Chan and I are even, but we met by chance, which is a kind of fate. If I were to push her into a fire because of me, I would never have peace of mind for the rest of my life. The Star-Sweeping Whip may be important, but I think it's worth it to exchange it for a living person."

Lin Qingpu pondered for a while, then bowed to Cheng Zongyang. "Qingpu understands."

"Just understands?"

"Although I understand, I cannot agree with the patriarch's actions."

"Alright, I didn't expect to convince you," Cheng Zongyang laughed. "A group of guards from the Jiankang family will be arriving in a few days, along with several maids. Brother Lin, consider it. They're all innocent girls, each one exceptionally beautiful. If you fancy any of them, go for it. If you can win them over, they're yours."

"Thank you for your concern, Patriarch," Lin Qingpu said resolutely, "But I, Qingpu, am determined in my youth. If I don't succeed in my Taoist arts, I won't care about my family." "

Is there a conflict? I also don't care about my family or my Taoist arts. Fine, I'll take it as a waste of my breath."

Cheng Zongyang patted his behind and was about to leave when Lin Qingpu stopped him. "Patriarch, wait!"

Cheng Zongyang said irritably, "Spit it out!"

"Regarding the Black Demon Sea, I've pondered for many days and have gained some insights. I wish to discuss them with you, Patriarch."

Lin Qingpu wasn't one to speak lightly. Since he said he had gained some insights, it couldn't be just a simple clue. Cheng Zongyang immediately sat down: "Speak."

Lin Qingpu pushed open the scroll on the table: "This is a outline compiled from information gathered from various sources, with the division of events centered on King Wu Mu's sweep of the Black Demon Sea sixteen years ago."

Cheng Zongyang carefully examined the scroll. Lin Qingpu had listed all the information about the Black Demon Sea that he could obtain, rearranging it chronologically. Starting with the five who initially escaped, the scroll outlined the order of cultivating the Nine Imperial Guards, recruiting Imperial Concubines and Slaves, and expanding their power.

Through the scroll, it was clear that the Black Demon Sea Witch Clan re-emerged in the third year after the massacre, the same year Yue Pengju's incident occurred. During those six years, the Black Demon Sea diligently cultivated its forces. Most of the known Nine Imperial Guards and Imperial Concubines appeared during this period, such as Quan Yuji and Ning Yuji, who left the Black Demon Sea in the fifth and sixth years after the massacre, respectively.

Judging from the cultivation levels of Mo Lang, Qing Qu, and others, it could be inferred that the Nine Imperial Guards were the main force cultivated by the Black Demon Sea, constantly training in the inner hall and only being dispatched when carrying out missions. The Imperial Concubines and Slaves were sent to various places very early on. Aside from Quan Yuji, who entered the Six Doors to continue her training, the other imperial concubines' cultivation levels wouldn't be very high, but they might possess different skills. More importantly, after more than ten years of hiding, their identities had completely blended into the Six Dynasties; Ning Yuji's identity would have been completely untraceable if Cheng Zongyang hadn't stumbled upon it by chance.

Although Ning Yuji entered Lin'an twelve years ago, the Black Demon Sea's expansion of power in the Song Kingdom was likely no more than five years—Lu Qian's entry into the Grand Commandant's Mansion and Ximen Qing's adoption of Cai Jing as his godfather to obtain official positions both occurred during this period.

Analyzing the strength displayed by the Black Demon Sea in the battle of Xiaoyingzhou, the person in charge of the Song Kingdom was probably Sister Qi, and the Black Demon Sea's focus in the Song Kingdom was probably not in Lin'an, otherwise there would be no need to mobilize manpower from elsewhere.

This is also reasonable. Lin'an was once the stronghold of King Wu Mu; the Black Demon Sea would never have risked leaking information to easily enter without absolute certainty.

Three years ago, the Black Demon Sea's power expanded to Guangyang on the border of the Jin Kingdom. Gu Mingyin entered Jiankang a year and a half ago, and around that time, he was recruited by the Black Demon Sea as a retainer. In the battle of Xuanwu Lake, the Black Demon Sea deployed Mo Lang and Ji Hao, among others, who were all inner circle members. Their methods differed greatly from Jian Yuji's, suggesting that the person in charge of Jin was likely Elder You, who was killed by the Six Steeds.

The Black Demon Sea's expansion route shows it gradually advanced towards Song in the south and Jin in the southwest.

Therefore, the origin of the Black Demon Sea should be in the opposite northeast direction—Qingzhou!

Cheng Zongyang's eyes lit up as he saw Lin Qingpu's boldest deduction—the Black Demon Sea's headquarters might be within Han territory!

Lin Qingpu provided little evidence, but his deduction was rigorous. Around the same time the Black Demon Sea entered Song, the Ghost Witch King, a descendant of the Marquis of Shang, traveled to the Six Dynasties and encountered the Black Demon Sea's Witch Clan. Judging from the Ghost Witch King's route, their meeting likely took place in Song. However, the source of the Ghost Witch King's ideology for conquering the Southern Wilderness wouldn't lie in the elegant but weak Jin and Song dynasties, but rather in the Qin and Han dynasties, which revered military might and had a strong concept of unification!

Qingzhou was a place where various schools of thought converged, so it wasn't impossible for the Ghost Witch King to have encountered similar ideas there. But Lin Qingpu's answer was the Han dynasty, because the style of the Ghost King Cave post station was exactly the same as the post station in Luoyang, the capital of the Han dynasty, showing that the Ghost Witch King was deeply impressed by the grand and magnificent architectural style of the Han dynasty! If he hadn't stayed in Luoyang, how could the Ghost Witch King have gotten such an impression?

Cheng Zongyang carefully looked at the scroll, and after a long while,

he looked up and said sincerely, "Having Qingpu is like finding a treasure!" Lin Qingpu blushed at his praise and couldn't say a word.

Cheng Zongyang was filled with mixed feelings. Among his subordinates, Qin Huizhi was the most intelligent, but his treacherous brother was inclined towards intrigue and often took unorthodox approaches. Lin Qingpu is more like a master of intelligence analysis. Through meticulous collection, he synthesizes every clue, and considering his age, his future is undoubtedly limitless. Cheng Zongyang originally valued his "Water Mirror Technique," but unexpectedly, he stumbled upon a treasure; to have the assistance of these two, one orthodox and the other unorthodox, is truly fortunate.

However, while Lin Qingpu excels at intelligence gathering and analysis, organizing manpower and planning operations are not his forte. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and Cheng Zongyang certainly doesn't expect one person to be proficient in all aspects. With Lin Qingpu organizing intelligence, Qin Huizhi planning and arranging, and himself making the overall strategy and decisions, this combination can fully utilize everyone's strengths.

Lin Qingpu calmed down and pointed to the scroll, saying, "From the sixth year after the extermination of the Witch Clan to entering the Song Kingdom, there was a seven-year gap. I judge that these seven years were the period when the Black Demon Sea focused on developing its power in the three northern dynasties. Given the Black Demon Sea's expansion speed, their strength in the three northern dynasties would be very strong. I guess that the person in charge of the Han Kingdom is Aunt Wen, who has never shown herself under Jian Yuji."

Cheng Zongyang said, "The Jin Kingdom is Elder You, the Song Kingdom is Sister Qi, the Qingzhou Kingdom is Granny Wu, and the Han Kingdom is Aunt Wen. Since the Black Demon Sea's influence hasn't extended beyond the Jin and Song Kingdoms, Zhaonan can be temporarily excluded. Otherwise, Sister Qi wouldn't have been the only one to appear in the Southern Wilderness. If we could find out who's in charge of the Qin and Tang Kingdoms, we'd have a clear understanding of the Black Demon Sea's plans."

Cheng Zongyang stroked his chin and suddenly smiled, "It seems this shareholders' meeting should prioritize business with the three Northern Dynasties." There

was a soft knock on the door, and someone said, "Major Cheng, a guest has arrived."

Outside was a young soldier. Cheng Zongyang recognized him as Sergeant Han Yu, who had recently joined the direct battalion. Since the three beastman warriors were all injured, the responsibility of guarding them had been assigned to them.

Seeing Cheng Zongyang emerge, Han Yu's admiring gaze surprised Cheng Zongyang. He casually remarked, "I heard you single-handedly beheaded seven enemy soldiers today, two more than Lieutenant Yi."

"Those pirates were crippled the moment they landed; beating them isn't much of a feat," Han Yu replied. "Lieutenant Wu said a good commander always faces the enemy in the most suitable terrain, just like Major Cheng!"

Praising his command abilities was practically a slap in the face, and although he knew Han Yu was sincere, Cheng Zongyang's face still flushed slightly.

"You overestimate me," Cheng Zongyang said. "I originally just wanted to find a complex terrain area for defense, but who knew the Black Demon Sea was short-handed and would send a squad of pirates. By the way, it's so late, where did this guest come from?" "

A woman in a cloak, saying she's here to see someone off."

Cheng Zongyang slowed his pace slightly, then quickened it again.

Chapter Five:

A woman stood below the steps, a carriage parked behind her. Cheng Zongyang first glanced at the driver, then stopped and looked at the woman.

Cheng Zongyang had no intention of acting like a wealthy man. Cuiwei Garden was a temporary residence, and only two unmarked white lanterns hung outside the gate. The woman was mostly shrouded in shadow, but her familiar aura allowed Cheng Zongyang to recognize her at a glance.

"Black Demon Sea's efficiency is quite high!" Cheng Zongyang laughed. "They sent her here in just a few hours."

The woman in black coldly said, "Give it to me."

Cheng Zongyang took out the Star-Sweeping Whip from his sleeve, casually flicked it a few times, and said with a smile, "No rush, let's chat! We're old acquaintances, our relationship isn't particularly deep or shallow, and it's a bit unacceptable that I don't even know your name."

Sister Qi's sculpted face remained expressionless. Her beautiful eyes, hidden in the shadows of her hood, darted at Cheng Zongyang for a long time, both wary of each other; she refused to step onto the steps, and Cheng Zongyang dared not easily descend.

"Qi Yuxian."

"So it's Sister Yuxian." Cheng Zongyang teased, "I only said a word, and the fairy maiden eagerly sent you here to be delivered. Tell me, if I asked you to spend the night with me, would the fairy maiden agree?"

Qi Yuxian slightly raised her chin, looking at him with a mocking gaze, "If I were willing, would you dare?" 96 "Why wouldn't I dare?" Cheng Zongyang said with a grin, "In business, of course there's give and take, up and down, in and out..."

Qi Yuxian said, "Since that's the case, this servant will accompany you in and out of the carriage, young master, how about it?" Cheng Zongyang

was outmaneuvered and could only touch his nose, "It's getting late, let me ask one last question, what about the dragon essence you stole from me?"

Qi Yuxian coldly replied, "No comment."

"Fine, you can keep it for yourselves." Cheng Zongyang put away his Star-Sweeping Whip and turned to leave.

Qi Yuxian stretched out her jade arm, pulled a woman from the carriage, and grabbed her throat.

Cheng Zongyang turned around with a grim face, tossing the Star-Sweeping Whip to her feet: "Tell Jian Yuji to send Manager You's daughter and all the people from her gambling den to Lin'an, and that's the end of this matter."

Qi Yuxian flicked her toes, and the whip leaped into the air like a serpent. In the darkness, the slender whip seemed to shimmer with countless starlight; it was indeed the genuine Star-Sweeping Whip.

Qi Yuxian finally showed interest, rolled up her cloak, put away the Star-Sweeping Whip, and looked at him with a strange expression.

Cheng Zongyang crossed his arms and said irritably, "What are you looking at? Your fairy maiden went to great lengths to seduce me, and now you're willing to ruin your reputation after getting such a great deal for nothing?" "

This servant dares not make decisions for the fairy maiden based on the young master's request; this woman is returned to her." Qi Yuxian tossed You Chan over lightly.

Cheng Zongyang opened his arms and embraced You Chan, scrutinizing her briefly before his face darkened. You Chan's eyes were tightly closed, her breath coming in a faint gasp, her meridians empty of any true energy, clearly indicating that someone had severely crippled her martial arts, leaving her unconscious.

Facing Cheng Zongyang's rage, Qi Yuxian remained unmoved: "You Chan has already entered my Black Demon Sea. Returning her untouched would only make you worry that there might be other plans. Now that her cultivation is completely destroyed, you can rest assured."

Cheng Zongyang cursed, "Damn it! If I cut the Star-Sweeping Whip into pieces, would you accept them? Go back and tell that bitch surnamed Jian that from now on, I will kill every bitch in the Black Demon Sea I see! I don't care about anything else, but if your Black Demon Sea can establish itself in the Jin and Song kingdoms, I'll change my mind!"

Qi Yuxian sneered and turned away.

The courtyard was silent at midnight. Cheng Zongyang carried You Chan in his arms and strode quickly through the exquisite garden. Most of his anger just now was feigned. With Jian Yuji's intelligence, she surely knew what he meant. He hoped Qi Yuxian wouldn't be too foolish and misinterpret his words.

Cheng Zongyang originally intended to bring You Chan into the waterside pavilion, but seeing her pale face, he hesitated and turned to walk towards the small garden where Li Shishi lived.

"Shishi..." Cheng Zongyang called out in a low voice.

After a moment, he raised his voice slightly, "Miss Shishi."

A gentle voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

Hearing that voice, Cheng Zongyang was startled and carefully lifted the bamboo curtain.

Sure enough, it was Ruan Xianglin who spoke. She sat beside the couch, fanning herself and wiping her daughter's sweat with cotton gauze.

Li Shishi had broken her ribs and exhausted herself treating everyone that afternoon; she was now fast asleep.

Only in her dreams did she seem to forgive her mother, one hand holding her mother's clothes, her beautiful face bearing a faint pain and sorrow.

Seeing the woman Cheng Zongyang was carrying, Ruan Xianglin showed a hint of displeasure: "Shishi is asleep. Young master needs to treat someone's injuries, please do so tomorrow."

Cheng Zongyang quickly replied, "I wouldn't dare disturb Miss Shishi. This is a business friend of mine. She's feeling slightly unwell and will be fine after a few days of rest. However, it's inconvenient for a woman to stay elsewhere, so she came to Miss Shishi's place to see if there's a place for her."

Ruan Xianglin's expression softened slightly. "There's a bed in the next room." After saying this, she lowered her head to take care of her daughter, ignoring him, the host.

Cheng Zongyang went into the next room, gently placed You Chan on the bed, and then checked her pulse. Finding it to be relatively stable, he lowered the gauze curtain to prevent mosquito bites.

When he came out of the next room, Cheng Zongyang's breath hitched. Ruan Xianglin was wiping Li Shishi's sweat. It was early summer, and the weather was getting warmer. Because Li Shishi was injured, they dared not open the window for ventilation, and with candles lit, the room was even more stuffy. Ruan Xianglin's collar buttons undone, her thin silk robe damp with fragrant sweat. Her head was lowered, and her two white breasts stretched the thin, lake-green silk of her bodice, revealing a deep cleavage. She gently fanned herself with a hand, her breasts swaying softly within her robe, the pale skin glistening with sweat, like warm, fragrant jade.

Suddenly, Ruan Xianglin stopped, looked up at Cheng Zongyang, slightly startled, realizing his gaze, then pulled up her collar, a hint of mild anger in her eyes.

Cheng Zongyang dared not linger and quickly turned to leave.

Upon reaching the garden, the night breeze from the lake eased the heat somewhat. Cheng Zongyang shook his head self-deprecatingly: men are truly shameless. He could hold her naked body and remain unmoved, yet now, almost his mother-in-law, he's indulging in fantasies.

Returning to the waterside pavilion past midnight, Cheng Zongyang sighed deeply; this day had been incredibly long. After countless accidents and injuries, the harvest season had finally arrived. Before picking the melons, gathering some flowers wouldn't hurt…

The few red candles on the table were burnt out, their bright light flickering slightly with the airflow from the open door, casting shifting shadows in the room.

Zhuo Meiren, like a maid, helped her mistress remove her outer garments. After being trained by Xiao Zi, she had abandoned all pride and reserve, becoming as gentle and submissive as spring water.

A wooden tub for bathing was prepared in the room, a few peony petals floating on the lukewarm water, their fragrance pleasant. After a long day of activity, Cheng Zongyang was covered in sweat and dust. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief as he lay down.

Zhuo Yunjun helped him loosen his hair, dampened it, and then carefully combed it with an ivory comb. Her hands were as soft and fragrant as light clouds, providing a comfort that penetrated to his very bones.

Cheng Zongyang enjoyed Zhuo Yunjun's service like a king, half-closing his eyes as he asked, "How did the task I assigned you go?"

Zhuo Yunjun smiled and gently clapped her hands.

A soft thud came from the ground, followed by a graceful figure staggering out, leaning against the wall.

Ruan Xiangning's beautiful face held a timid and shy expression. It was clear she had just carefully dressed up; her hair was styled in a bun like a bride's, tied with a bright red ribbon. Her cherry lips were crimson, her eyebrows were like painted strokes, exuding classical beauty and splendor. However, her fair body was not clad in a bodice or a tube top, but rather in underwear completely out of step with the fashions of the Six Dynasties.

Ruan Xiangning wore a strapless bra; the white cups were only half the size of her palm, barely covering her high, firm nipples. Her full breasts, bound tightly by the fabric, trembled slightly with her tense breathing, like snowballs about to overflow.

She wore a deep V-neck thong; the gossamer-thin silk fabric was a translucent milky white, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white skin, exuding an alluring sensuality.

Perhaps due to limitations in the weaving workshop's craftsmanship, Ruan Xiangning's panties weren't a full thong, but rather a tie-up style with knots on both sides, each tied in a bow at the waist. The V-neck opened deep down to her abdomen, completely exposing her fair and flat stomach. A triangular piece of fabric at the bottom lightly covered her mons pubis, disappearing into her thighs. From behind, the narrow fabric nestled into her plump buttocks, making her snow-white buttocks appear even more rounded and full.

These deep V-neck thongs, lacking lateral support, are extremely demanding in terms of body shape. Only those with a slim waist and full hips can hold the fabric up. Unless one has a slender waist and full hips like Ruan Xiangning, they will inevitably slip down even if forced to wear them.

Ruan Xiangning wore a pair of silver high heels, the slender heels nearly ten centimeters high, making her delicate feet almost stand upright. Because complete high heels are complex to make, Xiao Zi chose the simplest type, using sufficiently hard metal for the heel and sole, tied with ribbons, very similar to ordinary high-heeled sandals. Whether the girl was trying to save money or doing it intentionally, the soles were only half the width of her foot, revealing Ruan Xiangning's beautiful feet. Even with half the weight, these silver high heels were still much heavier than usual, and the surface was very smooth. Ruan Xiangning, wearing high heels for the first time, had to hold onto walls and chairs to walk with difficulty.

However, the advantages of high heels were obvious. The Ruan sisters were originally petite women, but now, wearing high heels, Ruan Xiangning was ten centimeters taller, making her beautiful legs appear even more graceful, straight, and long like jade. She used her toes to push herself up, lifting her chest to maintain her balance. From the side, her nearly naked body was curvaceous and alluring.

Cheng Zongyang whistled, "Is this a new style from the weaving workshop? It fits quite well."

Zhuo Yunjun smiled, "Mother said that the master has recently taken in a vixen and specially picked out several dragon-feather robes for me to bring."

That brat had only glanced at Ruan Xiangning through the water mirror that day and already knew her measurements perfectly. However, Cheng Zongyang was already used to the brat's abnormal abilities. "What else did your mother say?"

"Mother said that these kinds of vixens are all worthless wretches who won't learn unless they're beaten. They need to be properly disciplined before they'll obediently serve their master." Zhuo Yunjun glanced at Ruan Xiangning with a smile.

Upon meeting her gaze, Ruan Xiangning trembled as if stung by a scorpion, her eyes involuntarily revealing fear, clearly still vivid in her memory of Zhuo Meiren's methods.

Cheng Zongyang chuckled, "How did you discipline her?"

"This servant followed Madam's rules and made her kneel on the door bolt for a while," Zhuo Yunjun said with a light laugh. "Since it was the first time following the rules, this servant only made her kneel for three hours."

Three hours is six hours, not a short time for a woman who doesn't know martial arts. Cheng Zongyang looked at Ruan Xiangning's timid body and said with some doubt, "Can she kneel for the full hour?"

"In the first hour, Ningnu fell five times and broke six teacups. This servant had no choice but to help her by sealing her acupoints."

Ruan Xiangning's body trembled. Having her acupoints sealed and kneeling on the door bolt for three hours in a stiff position with both hands holding teacups was a nightmare for any woman.

Cheng Zongyang asked Ruan Xiangning, "What do you remember?"

Ruan Xiangning, now back to her senses, knew she had not only become a slave but had also lost her virginity to her new master. Therefore, standing before him in provocative lingerie, the woman, now defiled, felt exceptionally shy.

"I am the wife of Lin Chong, the instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards. My true identity is that of a concubine of the Black Demon Sea. Because I was a virgin, I was given to my master by the Fairy Maiden."

Cheng Zongyang laughed, "You know quite a bit! Tell me, who is the Fairy Maiden?"

Ruan Xiangning hesitated and shook her head.

"What about Granny Wu?"

Ruan Xiangning asked, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Do you have any relatives?"

"I have an older sister..."

Cheng Zongyang asked a few questions and realized that Jian Yuji was indeed telling the truth. Ruan Xiangning only knew that she had been a concubine of the Black Demon Sea and was later given as a gift to her new master; beyond that, she knew nothing.

Cheng Zongyang complained, "Black Demon Sea's service is terrible! What kind of unopened furnace is this? There's not even an instruction manual!"

Ruan Xiangning didn't know what he was talking about, so she just lowered her head and didn't dare to say a word.

Zhuo Yunjun massaged Cheng Zongyang's shoulders and said softly, "Congratulations, Master, you have obtained a rare wood cauldron."

Cheng Zongyang frowned, "What rare wood cauldron?"

Zhuo Yunjun explained in detail, "Dual cultivation between men and women is a sexual art. Those skilled in it are clear-headed and have a calm mind. Therefore, practitioners use the analogy of refining the inner elixir to refer to the woman who practices sexual arts as a cauldron. Cauldrons also have different levels. If a woman is naturally alluring, her effects during dual cultivation are far superior to those of an ordinary woman. Obtaining one is considered a treasure. Everything in the world belongs to the five elements, and cauldrons are also divided into the five elements. Ningnu's cauldron is full of energy and its jade liquid is clear and moist, making it a rare wood-element cauldron."

"Jade liquid?"

"A woman's yin essence is also called jade liquid."

Cheng Zongyang asked with a smile, "It seems you have already seen Ningnu's jade liquid?"

Ruan Xiangning's face flushed red, and she lowered her head shyly. She knelt on the door bolt for four hours. Although Zhuo Yunjun had improved her blood circulation and left no marks on her knees, the fact that she had been exposed to have her vulva examined by Zhuo Yunjun filled her with shame.

Zhuo Yunjun smiled and said, "Ningnu, come in and let your master see your flower."

Red candles burned brightly in the room, and steam rose from the wooden tub. Ruan Xiangning stood before Cheng Zongyang like a jade beauty. Although she had forgotten her experiences in the Black Demon Sea, she had been trained as a concubine for many years and had just been disciplined by Zhuo Yunjun. Despite her shyness, she still exuded an alluring charm.

Zhuo Yunjun tugged at the bow at her waist, and the white silk fabric, freed from its restraint, slid down against the beautiful woman's smooth skin, landing on the petals on the water's surface. Ruan Xiangning's jade-like lower body, its hair removed, revealed a delicate, vibrant red slit in the candlelight.

"Wood, in the Five Elements, is located in the East, and its energy governs life," Zhuo Yunjun said, his slender hand gently caressing the young woman's mound. "When using the cauldron, first massage the bud, wait for the red bud to emerge before entering the hidden orifice. If the flower heart swells, the true fire within the cauldron will ignite."

Ruan Xiangning's body trembled, and Zhuo Yunjun parted her beautiful vulva, revealing the small, yet-to-be-revealed bud above her genitals. Her lower body was smooth as jade; now, her tender secret place was parted, opening into a circle, revealing the red, moist flesh within, like a flower blooming in the snow, the snow-white skin and the moist flesh complementing each other beautifully.

Zhuo Yunjun raised her delicate fingers and pinched her small clitoris, kneading and pulling it upwards. Ruan Xiangning, like a shy young lady, trembled with the movement of her fingertips, and soon her flower bud became wet.

Following Zhuo Yunjun's instructions, Cheng Zongyang inserted his middle finger into Ruan Xiangning's opening. Sure enough, he felt her flower bud swell, and the flower path seemed much shorter. The honey cavity was full of soft, smooth folds, sliding on his finger, full of warm and moist sensation.

"The Muzhen Cauldron belongs to the element of wood and governs tendons. This slave girl's cauldron should contain jade tendons."

As soon as Zhuo Yunjun finished speaking, Ruan Xiangning let out a soft cry. Zhuo Yunjun pinched her clitoris with her right hand and inserted two fingers of her left hand into her tender anus, poking and prodding a few times, then stirring inside her anus.

As Ruan Xiangning's anus was penetrated, her lower body involuntarily thrust forward, her opening tightened, and a tender flesh vaguely appeared, like a springy jade tendon wrapped around his finger.

Cheng Zongyang, dripping wet, stood up from the tub, lifting Ruan Xiangning's smooth, white thigh with one hand and guiding his engorged penis with the other, thrusting it straight into her wet opening.

Ruan Xiangning, petite in stature, despite wearing high heels, was still deeply penetrated by his thrust, losing her balance and collapsing onto Cheng Zongyang's shoulder.

With one hand supporting her thigh, Cheng Zongyang first tore off the thin gauze covering her breasts, then embraced her slender waist and forcefully thrust. Ruan Xiangning's jade-like body trembled slightly in her master's arms, her full breasts pressed against his strong chest muscles, sliding back and forth like snowballs. One of her legs was lifted by her master, her slender foot dangling low, the silver high heel dangling from her delicate toes, swaying precariously.

Ruan Xiangning's eyebrows furrowed, and she let out a soft "ya ya" sound. Between her jade-like thighs, her exposed honeyed orifice flowed continuously with nectar. A thick, powerful penis thrust in and out of her tender opening, the hot glans pounding heavily against her clitoris, bringing an endless, seemingly ceaseless force.

It was unclear what technique Zhuo Yunjun used, but the jade veins at Ruan Xiangning's orifice tightened even more, the penis's movements like a small mouth sucking on the shaft.

Ruan Xiangning's nipples stood erect, her white, jade-like body pressed against her master's, her lower body emitting soft, squelching sounds from the penis's thrusts, her body trembling incessantly.

After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Xiangning's orifice suddenly tightened, and she trembled as she said, "Master... the nectar is coming out..."

Cheng Zongyang stopped thrusting, his penis pressing forcefully into Ruan Xiangning's orifice, the glans against her clitoris.

That small indentation twitched violently, and then a stream of liquid gushed from the depths of her clitoris. The liquid was normally warm and moist like bodily fluids, but when the glans touched it, it felt as if a cool, thin thread penetrated deep into her lower abdomen.

The aura permeating his dantian seemed to be drawn in by the rotating energy wheel, wisps of it flowing into it. However, this attraction seemed to follow a certain rule, with only a portion entering the energy wheel and gathering in one place.

Cheng Zongyang clearly felt a change compared to before. Previously, when he and Ruan Xiangning engaged in intercourse, although they could still refine true essence, the efficiency of refining increased by at least tenfold after truly utilizing Ruan Xiangning's furnace-like effect. If before it was like using a bicycle, now it was a powerful motorcycle.

Correspondingly, Ruan Xiangning was ten times more exhausted after intercourse. After her yin essence was absorbed by her master, she fainted directly, her pale face making Cheng Zongyang suspect that she had been sexually assaulted to the point of yin depletion.

Cheng Zongyang said, "We haven't even finished yet, how come it's like she died once?"

Zhuo Yunjun said, "Ningnu just overflowed her jade fluid an hour ago. If Master is worried about harming her body, just return the yang essence to her cauldron, and a little will be enough for her to nourish her body."

Hearing that Ruan Xiangning's life was not in danger, Cheng Zongyang was relieved and smiled, "What if I can't ejaculate?"

Zhuo Yunjun smiled sweetly, loosened her belt, and revealed her fair flesh under her Taoist robe.

Cheng Zongyang gazed at her increasingly alluring body: "Zhuo Meiren, what kind of cauldron are you?"

Zhuo Yunjun blushed slightly: "This servant's cauldron body is insignificant, hardly fit for great use."

"Really?"

Zhuo Yunjun hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "This servant dares not deceive my master. I belong to the metal element in the Five Elements, and was originally a celestial-grade cauldron. Since my junior uncle's death, many have coveted my cauldron body..." She gritted her teeth, "Therefore, this servant has cultivated fire-element techniques to seal my cauldron body."

"Seal it? Can't it be unsealed?"

"Unless this servant completely abandons her cultivation, only then can the restriction of the Five Elements' mutual restraint be lifted."

Cheng Zongyang sighed inwardly. Fire restrains metal, and metal generates water. With Zhuo Yunjun's beauty, she should have cultivated metal or water-element techniques, but Zhuo Yunjun sealed her cauldron body to protect her chastity. Who knew that fate would play tricks on her, leading her to meet Xiao Zi. She was now like fish on his chopping board. If he wanted her as a cauldron, he only needed to say he wanted to use it, and even if he lost all his cultivation, she would have no choice but to obey.

"If you don't have it, then you don't have it," Cheng Zongyang said with a smile. "Your Phoenix Eye acupoint is enough."

Zhuo Yunjun was secretly grateful. She slid naked into the tub, first washing her master's lower body, and then nestled in his arms.

Cheng Zongyang stroked her body, saying, "You just said Immortal Grade?"

"Cauldrons are divided into three grades. Above the Precious Grade is called Immortal Grade, and above the Immortal Grade is called Jade Grade. In terms of efficacy alone, Jade Grade is a hundred times better than Precious Grade, but Precious Grade is already rare, let alone Jade Grade?"

So she was a grade higher than Ning Meiren. No wonder she was so coveted.

Cheng Zongyang parted her legs, placed his penis on her tight, phoenix-eye vulva, and suddenly laughed, "Beautiful Zhuo, it's been a while since I've had you."

Zhuo Yunjun said softly, "Master can have you a few more times."

"What if I don't have any money?" Cheng Zongyang said, "I don't have a single copper coin."

"This servant can only let Master have you for free." Zhuo Yunjun said, swaying her buttocks seductively, letting Cheng Zongyang feel her warmth and smoothness.

"Really for free?" Cheng Zongyang suddenly lifted her snowy buttocks, pulled his penis out with a pop, and then thrust it into her tender anus.

Zhuo Yunjun's body tensed, her feet, held in Cheng Zongyang's hands, were like a pair of smooth jade hooks, her small anus suddenly opened, filled by the unexpected penis.

Zhuo Yunjun's two orifices were used to being penetrated, and after a few thrusts from Cheng Zongyang, her tender anus gently opened, allowing its master to enter and exit freely.

Cheng Zongyang caressed her small feet, feeling as if he were holding a pair of soft, smooth jade, as if they were boneless and supple.

He muttered to himself: Since this brat has such abilities, she might be able to shrink a living person by half. If he caught Su Daji, he could turn that vixen into a large toy…

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to ask you,” Cheng Zongyang said, “that day by the river, what method did you use to scare away the vixen Su?”

“She was bound by a restriction. I can confirm that the restriction is a demon-suppressing restriction of my Taiyi True Sect, but it is far more complex than ordinary demon-suppressing restrictions. It must have been set by an elder of our sect or above. However, I had lost my cultivation at the time, so I cannot know the details.”

Given the deep-seated hatred between Su Daji and Wang Zhe, there's a 90% chance that the demon-suppressing seal on her body was set by Wang Zhe. But why did Wang Zhe set the seal on her instead of killing her?

"If we encounter her again, do you have a way to subdue her?"

Zhuo Yunjun thought for a moment: "I'm about 60% confident. If I could find out how her demon-suppressing seal was set, I'd be 100% confident."

Cheng Zongyang felt much more at ease. Having another way to deal with the Su Daji demon meant he wouldn't be beaten like a dog next time they met. He and Zhuo Yunjun were reunited after a long separation, and their passionate encounter was exceptionally enjoyable.

Ruan Xiangning had just woken up when she heard the intense splashing of water in the bathtub. The beautiful but ruthless Daoist nun was now writhing on her master's body like a lump of soft mud. She then realized that her new master had held back a bit during their previous encounter; now he was going all out, his young and strong body like a dragon and a tiger, making the nun tremble violently.

The nun glanced over with seductive eyes and smiled, "Since you're awake, go kneel down and follow the rules."

Ruan Xiangning looked at her master with pleading eyes, appearing pitiful. Cheng Zongyang remained unmoved. This woman seemed pitiful, but she had even harmed her own sister out of jealousy; it was hard to say she was a good person. Evil people have their own evil to deal with. Let her taste Zhuo Meiren's methods; perhaps she'd become more obedient.

Ruan Xiangning whispered, "Please, Master, for the sake of the Instructor..."

These words only fueled Cheng Zongyang's anger. Lin Chong, a dignified hero, had been deceived by his wife for over a decade. Did this vile woman still think she was the virtuous and chaste Lady Lin? Even now, she was still pretending; did she think she was so easily fooled?

"Doraemon!"

Ruan Xiangning's body stiffened, her eyes becoming unfocused.

"From now on, no matter the circumstances under which you lie to your master, your body will lose control..."

Every word Cheng Zongyang uttered penetrated the depths of Ruan Xiangning's soul. When she awoke again, everything she had experienced during her meditation was forgotten, remaining only in her subconscious.

Cheng Zongyang smiled and said, "I heard you and your sister have a very good relationship?"

Ruan Xiangning looked at her smiling master and Zhuo Yunjun's ambiguous smile, and a chill rose in her heart. She forced a reply, "Yes..."

Before she could finish speaking, her body seemed to lose control, involuntarily falling to all fours, lying face down on the ground, her hands clutching her buttocks, forcefully spreading her white buttocks to reveal her beautiful genitals and anus.

Ruan Xiangning screamed in disbelief, but her body's reaction did not stop. She propped one of her beautiful legs up on the edge of the bathtub and urinated like a dog.

Regaining control of her body, Ruan Xiangning's eyes revealed the deepest fear. When Zhuo Yunjun gave the order again, she dared not utter a word, obediently kneeling to the side.

It took Cheng Zongyang almost half an hour to ejaculate. Of course, he remembered Ruan Xiangning beside him and deliberately saved a little of his semen, thrusting it between her delicate flower before shooting it into her flesh pot.

Chapter Six:

Qin Hui's poison didn't dissipate until the afternoon of the next day. Although he inevitably vomited a few mouthfuls of black blood when he got up, it was a hundred times better than the fate of Mi Yuanzhi, who was disemboweled by the Eight-Armed Demon Monk, or Guo Huai, who was pierced through the heart by Jian Yuji.

Upon hearing Cheng Zongyang return the Star-Sweeping Whip to Hei Mohai, Qin Hui cried out, "Absolutely not! Young Master, do you know what this whip is all about…?"

"Stop!" Cheng Zongyang raised his hand to interrupt Qin Hui. "The item has already been returned; it's too late to say anything now."

Qin Hui calmed down. He was a man of exceptional intelligence, and after a moment's thought, he asked, "What did the patriarch exchange it for?"

"A woman."

Seeing Qin Hui's heartbroken expression, Cheng Zongyang said, "I say, my treacherous brother, even if I've squandered a bit, you don't need to be so distraught, do you?"

Qin Hui could only manage a bitter smile. Cheng

Zongyang said, "The reason I returned the whip before you woke up was because I was afraid that if I knew where it came from, I wouldn't be able to bear parting with it. You know, I'm not one to resist temptation."

Qin Hui sighed, "Does the young master know that even the Witch Clan would exchange ten or a hundred times the benefits for this Star-Sweeping Whip?"

"Although I don't know, I can guess," Cheng Zongyang said. "But think about it from another angle. If you were Jian Yuji, and you heard that I exchanged the Star-Sweeping Whip for an insignificant woman, what would you think?"

Qin Hui raised an eyebrow and looked at Cheng Zongyang.

“That’s right, Jian Yuji isn’t stupid. She knows I’m not stupid either. I practically gave her back the Star-Sweeping Whip for free. What does that mean?” Cheng Zongyang held up a finger. “First, it means I have no life-or-death feud with them. The Yue Bird people’s grievances can’t be pinned on me. If I kept the whip, it would be harmful to both them and myself, essentially making me a scapegoat for the Yue family.”

Qin Hui said bluntly, “Young Master, you’re being wishful. Just based on your connection with Star Moon Lake, it’s difficult to reconcile with the Witch Clan, let alone with Lord Junhou.”

“That’s the second point,” Cheng Zongyang said. “To outsiders, I have the background of Star Moon Lake, the background of Lord Shanghou, and even the background of Jia Shixian and Taiyi Zhenzong. But what I told Black Demon Sea is that those are just backgrounds. My Panjiang Cheng Clan is independent, and I am in charge.”

Lin Qingpu nodded and said, “That’s exactly right!”

Qin Hui showed a hint of realization.

"I never intended to reconcile with the Witch Clan," Cheng Zongyang told Qin Hui. "Therefore, the third point I told Jian Yuji was: although reconciliation is impossible, I am someone you can negotiate with."

Having just set a trap, with both sides fighting to the death, and suddenly claiming to be someone you can negotiate with, Qin Hui's first thought was that the clan head was incredibly shameless. But upon closer reflection, Cheng Zongyang's style had always differed from the forces of Xingyue Lake or Shanghou; he considered himself a businessman. Fighting to the death today, then turning around to cooperate in the blink of an eye—such things were commonplace in the business world.

“Since it’s business, what can’t we discuss?” Cheng Zongyang said. “The Star-Sweeping Whip is just the prelude. It won’t be so easy for Jian Yuji to take advantage of me for nothing. If I’m not mistaken, someone will be coming to invite me to dinner soon.”

Lin Qingpu reminded him, “We must be careful!”

Qin Hui, however, understood and said casually, “Just look at the hotel where the fairy princess is inviting us to know how sincere she is. If it’s in a bustling city or a high-rise building at noon, you might as well go. If it’s in the middle of nowhere or in the dead of night, you only need to use your follow-up methods and make them regret it.”

Lin Qingpu also understood and smiled, “I wonder what kind of business you want to discuss, sir?”

“No matter what kind of business we’re discussing, I only need one thing,” Cheng Zongyang said, “Time, at least a year.”

Lin Qingpu’s expression suddenly changed slightly, and he cupped his hands and said, “This subordinate needs to go to the meditation room.”

Cheng Zongyang knew that he had received a message and needed to go to the meditation room immediately to perform the spell, so he nodded.

Qin Hui flicked his sleeves, but before he could speak, Cheng Zongyang interrupted, "Brother Traitor, the goods are gone. If you want to persuade me, you'd better not try."

Qin Hui said, "You've listed so many reasons, I can't help but be convinced. However, in my opinion—your most important reason is still because of that woman."

Cheng Zongyang smiled bitterly, "You've hit the nail on the head."

Qin Hui sighed, "Although you are kind, this move is extremely unwise, tantamount to exposing your own weakness to a formidable enemy."

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Please speak, sir."

Cheng Zongyang said shamelessly, "I've exposed many weaknesses. When a person is full of weaknesses, there are no weaknesses left to speak of."

Qin Hui chuckled, "This is what they mean by 'the more lice, the less itchy; the more debts, the less worry.'"

"That's roughly the idea." Cheng Zongyang said seriously, "Brother Traitor, if I tell you the truth, you should tell me the truth too—aren't my command and adaptability terrible?"

"Why do you say that, young master?"

"From Wild Boar Forest to Little Yingzhou, every time I made perfect arrangements, things never turned out the way they should have. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the one who killed all these people?"

Qin Hui said solemnly, "My lord, you are mistaken. Even someone as wise as Zhuge Liang was not particularly adept at adapting to changing circumstances. Emperor Guangwu of Han once led 3,000 infantrymen with only 28 horsemen to defeat an enemy force of over 400,000, remaining undefeated throughout his life. Yet, when his generals recounted his battles, they all said that His Majesty was cowardly against small enemies but brave against large ones. This is because large enemies were all within his expectations, while small enemies were unexpected. If even Zhuge Liang and Emperor Guangwu were like this, how much more so should you, young master? Moreover, your opponents were extraordinary. It is already remarkable that you did not win or lose. You won more than two battles than you lost. Even Meng Tieli could not have done better."

Cheng Zongyang rubbed his chest and said, "Now that you mention it, I feel so good! You treacherous minister, are you flattering me again? Don't do it again next time!"

Qin Hui said, "Every word I uttered comes from the bottom of my heart. I beg my lord to see the truth!"

"Stop! If you say that again, I'll really believe you."

"What you're worried about, young master, is trivial. Those who accomplish great things don't concern themselves with trifles. Why worry about such small matters?" "

Qingpu, what is it?"

Lin Qingpu came out of the quiet room: "Reporting to the master, Miss Yue's entourage has landed on the Yuan River and will arrive in Lin'an in five days."

Cheng Zongyang was silent for a long time, then said quietly, "I now understand why Huizhi said there was no need to worry. Look, big trouble has arrived..."

To avoid suspicion, Li Shishi lived alone in a small courtyard, quite far from Cheng Zongyang's Tianxiang Pavilion, but the environment was quiet and elegant. When Cheng Zongyang came in, Li Shishi had already gotten up and prepared her medicine. Although her face was pale, her spirits were good. It was clear that Li Shishi, who was still a young girl, was quite satisfied with this place.

"How's your injury?"

"It's nothing serious. I specialize in treating external injuries; it won't take much effort."

"You set your own bone? Doesn't it hurt?"

"I brought a lot of anesthetic powder from my sect," Li Shishi said. "After boiling it, I applied it, and I lost consciousness in a short while. One of my senior sisters accidentally fell off a cliff while gathering herbs. Luckily, a pine tree stopped her, but a branch broke off inside her abdomen.

She used her medicine pot and spring water, added the anesthetic powder, boiled it with pine branches, then cut open her own abdomen, found the broken pine branch, cleaned her intestines, and stitched up the wound. When she told us about the anesthetic powder, she lifted her clothes to show us her wound; the stitches were fine and even, without a single mess."

"You performed surgery on yourself and then stitched it up yourself? Your senior sister is amazing!" Cheng Zongyang said admiringly, "I'll invite her for drinks sometime!"

Li Shishi smiled, "That senior sister loves to drink; she's never happy without being drunk."

"Oh? Is she the one who likes Su Shi's poetry?"

"How did you know?"

Cheng Zongyang chuckled. "I heard it from Yue'er."

Li Shishi's bright eyes darted around, and she drawled, "Oh—"

"Hey, don't overthink it! We just met in the Southern Wilderness, and we got along well."

"Senior Sister Yue has the best personality among our fellow disciples; we all like her."

After chatting and laughing for a while, Cheng Zongyang gestured towards the room. Li Shishi whispered, "That Sister You's cultivation was completely destroyed, but the person who attacked her was very careful and didn't damage her meridians. After a few days of recuperation, she might be able to preserve some of her true essence."

Cheng Zongyang nodded, knocked on the door, and said gently, "Miss You, excuse me." Then he pushed the door open and entered.

You Chan lay pale-faced on the couch. When she saw Cheng Zongyang enter, her eyes widened, revealing a look of astonishment and confusion.

Cheng Zongyang sat down beside the couch without any hesitation, casually taking her cold hand and smiling slightly.

Suppressing her shock, You Chan stammered, "Asuka Jonin—"

"My surname is Cheng," Cheng Zongyang interrupted her. "Cheng Zongyang. I didn't mean to lie to you; it's just that we met at the wrong time. Don't worry! You've already escaped the Black Demon Sea. If I'm not mistaken, your daughter and the people from the gambling den are on their way and will arrive in Lin'an soon."

You Chan was stunned for a long time before saying, "I...I don't understand..."

"Let me put it this way, the Black Demon Sea and I are both rivals and business partners. The one you fought yesterday in Xiaoyingzhou was my subordinate. To be honest, in the end, I suffered a loss, but the Black Demon Sea didn't gain much advantage. Because I had something that the Black Demon Sea desperately needed, I used it to exchange for you."

Recalling the bloodshed of yesterday's battle, You Chan murmured, "No wonder Sister Qi wouldn't let me return to Guangyang; she...she wanted me to stay and die..." As she spoke, she couldn't help but tremble.

Cheng Zongyang gently embraced her shoulders: "Don't worry, you're under my protection now. Even the Black Demon Sea can't harm a hair on your head."

You Chan's eyes reddened, and she covered her face, weeping: "I need to ask Fairy... why did you kill me..." You Chan's trust in Jian Yuji was deeply ingrained, and now that she suddenly realized she was a discarded pawn, she couldn't accept it for a moment.

Cheng Zongyang couldn't tell her that the Overturning River Society was over. In the Black Demon Sea's eyes, You Chan's value was almost gone. With Jian Yuji's almost abnormal precision, she wouldn't keep a pawn connected to him but not loyal enough, giving him another chance to use her. Judging from Jian Yuji crippling You Chan's cultivation, the Black Demon Sea's treatment of her was probably not as simple as execution.

"Rest well for a few days, and you'll be reunited with your daughter soon," Cheng Zongyang said with a smile. "Then you'll have to pull yourself together and do things for me."

You Chan said sadly, "I'm already a cripple, what can I do?"

"A woman isn't someone you have to fight and kill," Cheng Zongyang comforted her. "Of course, it's your old profession, running a casino! You'll know once my casino is built; it'll be no smaller than your business in Guangyang. To tell you the truth, when I first had the idea of opening a casino, I wanted to recruit you. There's no future with the Black Demon Sea."

You Chan looked up. "Where is the casino?"

Cheng Zongyang smiled. "The Wu Mu Prince's Mansion."

You Chan exclaimed in surprise, "That mansion that was demolished was yours?"

"That's right."

Cheng Zongyang tucked her in and said gently, "Get well soon; you'll be in charge of the casino's layout."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

You Chan wanted to laugh, but her body couldn't support her. Her cultivation was completely destroyed, her vital energy severely damaged, and she was exhausted from the emotional turmoil.

Cheng Zongyang gently pressed her acupoints, a gentle force penetrating her. You Chan closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, tear tracks still clinging to the corners of her eyes, yet a hopeful smile played on her lips.

Cheng Zongyang sighed inwardly. A woman like You Chan, who had lost her support, was like an ant adrift in the torrent of fate, only hoping that the branch he offered would provide her with shelter.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Li Shishi, as if greatly frightened, blushed and paled, biting her red lips for a long time before finally saying in a trembling voice, "There's a bad guy!"

Cheng Zongyang pressed his dagger and immediately followed Li Shishi to the pharmacy, his heart pounding: the entire Cuiwei Garden was heavily guarded now, how could a bad guy possibly break in?

Li Shishi pushed open the door and pointed to the table, saying, "It's her!"

Looking at the disheveled woman, slumped limply on the table, unable to even lift a finger, Cheng Zongyang was first taken aback, then a strange expression appeared on his face, unsure whether to be angry or amused.

"How did you capture her?"

While Cheng Zongyang and You Chan were talking, Li Shishi was selecting medicinal herbs in the pharmacy when an uninvited guest arrived in the courtyard. A woman dressed in a Taoist robe slowly walked in and said in a kind and gentle voice, "Excuse me, are you Miss Shishi?"

Li Shishi turned around in surprise. "You are..."

The beautiful Daoist nun smiled slightly and said gently, "You can call me Aunt Zhuo."

Although Li Shishi felt she was a stranger, she still politely said, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"I've been having some headaches these past few days and would like to ask Miss Shishi to treat me."

"I specialize in external injuries and am not skilled in internal medicine."

"Medical principles are generally the same. I sincerely seek medical help, Miss Shishi, please don't turn me away."

Li Shishi had no choice but to put down the medicine. "Please sit."

Zhuo Yunjun sat in the chair, spreading her jade-like hands.

Li Shishi placed her slender fingers on Zhuo Yunjun's pulse, examining it carefully for a while before saying, "Perhaps she has caught a cold, with dampness invading both the exterior and interior, causing obstruction of Qi and disrupting the body's balance." Her eyes flickered slightly as she pondered, "Acupuncture is needed at Chize, Weizhong, Shaoshang, and the ear apex."

Zhuo Yunjun said softly, "Please, young lady, administer the acupuncture."

Li Shishi hesitated for a moment, then opened the wooden box she carried with her and took out several silver needles. She first soaked each needle in medicine before carefully inserting them into the acupoints and gently twisting them.

Zhuo Yunjun smiled and said, "I heard that Miss Shishi is a disciple of the Bright Temple?"

Li Shishi glanced at her warily. "Are you from the inner courtyard? I've never seen you before."

Zhuo Yunjun chuckled and said, "I've always been in Master's inner chamber. How could you possibly have seen me?"

Li Shishi's jade-like face darkened slightly. "Who are you?"

Zhuo Yunjun breathed softly and said, "Since I've been in the inner chamber, I'm naturally a servant girl who serves Master in bed."

Li Shishi stood up and said coldly, "I don't recognize you. Please leave."

Zhuo Yunjun flipped her jade-like hand and grabbed her pulse point, laughing, "Such a fiery temper."

Li Shishi was weak from her injury, and her cultivation was several levels lower than Zhuo Yunjun's. With her pulse point grabbed, half of her body immediately went limp.

Zhuo Yunjun smiled and said, "Indeed, a delicate and tender little beauty." With that, she gently pushed Li Shishi down onto the table.

Li Shishi struggled desperately, whispering, "Let me go... ouch..."

Zhuo Yunjun loosened her sash, slipping one hand inside her clothes to grasp her soft, fragrant breast, laughing, "I didn't realize you were so young, yet you're quite well-endowed. I wonder how your lower half is?"

Zhuo Yunjun looked at her mockingly, his hand sliding downwards.

Li Shishi gritted her teeth, "Get away!"

Zhuo Yunjun raised an eyebrow, "What if I don't?" He then slipped his fingers inside her skirt.

Li Shishi's body trembled slightly, and suddenly she spat fiercely at him.

Zhuo Yunjun turned her head away, "You little slut!"

Li Shishi retorted angrily, "You wear a Taoist robe, yet your words and actions are so absurd! Where is the self-discipline of a Taoist practitioner?"

Zhuo Yunjun smiled and said, "You want to discuss the Tao with me? The so-called Tao is everywhere, in ants, in weeds, in excrement, let alone the gate of the mysterious female, the root of heaven and earth?"

"Vulgar!"

"Your body is under my control, and all that's left is your charming little mouth, yet you still refuse to submit?" Zhuo Yunjun chuckled, "It's not hard to shut your mouth."

As she spoke, she brushed aside the girl's loose hair, lowered her head, and pressed her red lips, like a flower, against Li Shishi's delicate cherry lips. Li Shishi shook her neck desperately as if stung, but Zhuo Yunjun held her chin with one hand, and she could only tilt her face up to be kissed.

As soon as her mouth opened, Li Shishi, filled with shame and anger, immediately spat at her. They were so close that Zhuo Yunjun couldn't dodge and the spit landed on her nose.

Zhuo Yunjun's jade-like face paled. She grabbed Li Shishi's wrist and slammed it onto the table, angrily saying, "You little slut! How dare you spit on me! Where did you come from, you lewd thing, daring to seduce your master!"

Li Shishi was both ashamed and angry. "I don't even know your master!"

Zhuo Yunjun suddenly stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her lips. "Don't you recognize my master? Let you taste my flavor, maybe you'll remember."

Under Li Shishi's terrified gaze, Zhuo Yunjun straddled the table, pinning her hands down. While gracefully swaying her hips, she lifted her rounded buttocks, moving them above the girl's beautiful face, and then sat down.

Li Shishi's delicate face showed a tense expression. Being sat on by her would be an unforgivable humiliation she could never wash away.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yunjun's arm went numb, and then half of her body went limp, slumping to one side.

Li Shishi, her clothes disheveled, propped herself up, raising her hand to slap the woman, but ultimately restrained herself.

"I don't recognize you, nor your master," Li Shishi said. "Your kung fu is very good; I can't beat you, but I have my own methods."

Li Shishi took out a black pill and placed it in Zhuo Yunjun's mouth, then rubbed it a few times on her throat before swallowing it, saying, "This Nine-Turn Black Serpent Pill is made from the venom of a hundred snakes. The poison will take effect in twelve hours, feeling as if you've been devoured by ten thousand snakes, a death of unbearable agony. If you want to live, come find me within twelve hours."

With that, she slowly retreated, then turned and ran away.

“Although she was wearing a Taoist robe, her shoes were fake, and her gait was strange,” Li Shishi said. “She said she had a headache, but when I took her pulse, I found it to be even, and her cultivation was very high; she didn’t seem sick at all.”

“I’ve never seen this woman in the garden before, and with so many flaws, I couldn’t help but be suspicious. To test her, I deliberately said I wanted acupuncture.”

Cheng Zongyang glanced at Zhuo Yunjun. “Was she really so comfortable letting you prick her with needles?”

Li Shishi said, “Chize and ear tips are common acupuncture points for treating colds, not critical acupoints. Even if I hit them, it wouldn’t matter.”

“Then how did she become like this?”

Li Shishi’s pretty face flushed slightly. “I didn’t know her background and was worried she might be a bad person from outside… so I used anesthetic on the needles. Anesthetic only temporarily makes people lose consciousness; if it was a misunderstanding, it wouldn’t harm the body.”

Cheng Zongyang understood. Those acupoints weren’t important, but Li Shishi used anesthetic on the needles, and the medicinal power went directly into the acupoints. No wonder Zhuo Yunjun fell for it.

"So that's how it is." Cheng Zongyang said seriously, "I'll take her back for a thorough interrogation!"

Li Shishi said with some concern, "Be careful, her cultivation is very powerful."

"I will definitely be careful, don't worry."

Zhuo Yunjun knelt before her master with a face full of shame, unable to speak.

Cheng Zongyang said, both amused and annoyed, "So you call yourself one of the six great masters of the Taiyi True Sect! You can't even defeat a little girl who just passed the Inner Vision stage." He continued, "This servant didn't expect that little wretch to be so despicable. She actually used an anesthetic on the needle, and the drug was so potent that even this servant couldn't detect it."

"The anesthetic from the Bright Temple, do you think it's some cheap sleeping potion sold on the street?" Cheng Zongyang said, somewhat puzzled. "Why are you causing trouble for her? Don't say it was your mother

, Zi Mama, who ordered it!" Zhuo Yunjun whispered, "Mama said that Master is kind-hearted and might be deceived by a woman from Lin'an, so she asked this servant to keep an eye on things for Master."

"And you were the one who got deceived first?" Cheng Zongyang said irritably, "You brat, your original words weren't so nice, were they? If she wasn't worried, why didn't she come herself? You're old enough to be someone's mother, yet you were completely outmaneuvered by this little girl. Aren't you ashamed? Zhuo Meiren'er."

Zhuo Yunjun lowered her head and said, "This time it was all because this servant underestimated her. I won't do it again next time."

"Next time? Don't forget, you also took their 'poison'."

Zhuo Yunjun's jade-like face changed slightly as she recalled the "Nine-Turn Black Serpent Pill" she had already swallowed.

Cheng Zongyang knew that Li Shishi's so-called "Nine-Turn Black Serpent Pill" was merely a cough remedy, but Zhuo Yunjun's body was numb at the time, and she believed it seventy percent of the time just by looking at the color of the medicine; how could she distinguish the real from the fake?

Zhuo Yunjun was merely a slave prostitute; even if she had a hundred times the courage, she might not dare to bully Li Shishi. However, wielding the dead girl's imperial sword, her confidence was naturally different. In her eyes, regardless of whether Cheng Zongyang was the head of the Panjiang Cheng family, Zi Mama was the only mistress, and everyone else, regardless of their status, was just a servant. The head of the family had only been in Lin'an for two months, and several more women had joined his side. Zhuo Yunjun's understanding of Zi Mama 's instructions was simply to teach them a lesson and make them realize who the master was.

Unexpectedly, with her absolute power surpassing Li Shishi's, she had unknowingly fallen into a trap. Originally, she was supposed to give these women a warning on behalf of Zi Mama, but in a moment of carelessness, she had lost face instead.

Cheng Zongyang found it amusing. Zhuo Yunjun was definitely not a fool. Compared to Li Shishi, their cultivation levels were worlds apart, yet it was precisely because of this vast difference in strength that the beautiful Zhuo had let her guard down.

Zhuo Yunjun's expression was a mixture of shame and anger, clearly showing her extreme resentment at being defeated by Li Shishi. Cheng Zongyang had initially intended to warn this wretched woman to behave herself, but then he thought—one brat was enough of a headache, and seeing that none of these women were easy to deal with, if they united, he wouldn't be able to survive.

So, before he could finish speaking, Cheng Zongyang changed his mind: "Reflect on why you lost face!"

Zhuo Yunjun blushed and said, "Yes."

"I won't help you get the antidote; find a way yourself."

"This servant understands."

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