[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 5

Chapter 22: Encounter with Kumārajīva

Early the next morning, Zhang Xiaoyu led his group towards Dali. Along the way, Zhang Xiaoyu was preoccupied with questions. He didn't know the exact relationship between the Blood Fiend Sect and the Duan family of Dali. Furthermore, the Blood Fiend Sect had previously tried to capture Mu Wanqing, but he had stopped them. Why were they trying to capture Mu Wanqing? It seemed these questions could only be answered once they reached Dali.

After traveling for most of the day, Zhang Xiaoyu himself wasn't bothered, but the women were suffering. He thought to himself that these beauties had probably never traveled so far before.

Zhang Xiaoyu asked a passerby for directions. They were less than twenty li from Dali. Going in to find someone might lead to a fight, so it was best to rest and eat something to replenish their strength.

Seeing what appeared to be an inn not far ahead, they called the women to hurry towards it. As they approached, they saw a fight taking place inside. Four men were protecting a middle-aged woman while battling a monk. One wielded a pair of judge's pens, another an iron rod, and the third a broad axe. The middle-aged woman was like a proud snow lotus in a secluded valley, pure and beautiful, yet alluring. The monk, dressed in a yellow robe, appeared to be under fifty years old, wearing simple clothes and straw sandals. His face shone brightly, with a subtle, radiant glow, like a jewel, naturally gleaming.

Zhang Xiaoyu pondered, guessing that the beautiful woman was likely the Jade Void Hermit Dao Baifeng, and the four men were probably the four protectors of Zhu Chu Gu Fu. But who was the monk? The only mention of a monk in the book seemed to be Kumārajīva; he wondered why they were at odds.

The martial arts of Zhu Chu, Gu Fu, and the other two were indeed mediocre; they quickly became exhausted. At this moment, Dao Baifeng finally made her move, flicking her whisk towards Kumārajīva. However, the difference in their skill levels was too great, and Dao Baifeng's attack was short-lived.

Suddenly, Kumārajīva gently touched his right thumb and forefinger together, as if picking up a flower, a smile on his face. His left hand flicked lightly to the right, the movement incredibly gentle, like brushing away dew from a flower, yet afraid of shattering the petals.

Oh no! Kumārajīva used the Flower-Picking Finger technique! This was not something Dao Baifeng could handle. Zhang Xiaoyu knew that if he didn't intervene now, Dao Baifeng would be injured. He hurriedly flew forward, channeling his inner strength into both palms, and struck at Kumārajīva. Kumārajīva was a martial arts fanatic, too obsessed with his skills. Zhang Xiaoyu had no grudge against him, so his moves weren't designed to be deadly; it was more like a friendly spar.

Kumārajīva saw a handsome young man suddenly attack him, his palms whistling loudly. He sighed inwardly, "This young man possesses such formidable inner strength!" He took the man seriously even more. After a few exchanges, he realized the young man's martial arts were indeed powerful, but he showed no intention of killing him, as if the young man was merely sparring with him. He understood the situation.

Although the two fought fiercely, neither could harm the other. Kumārajīva grew increasingly surprised as the fight progressed. He never expected that after decades of arduous martial arts training, he would be forced to a draw by a young man. Moreover, seeing that the young man's moves were not very refined and that he seemed to be holding back, he knew that the young man lacked experience and that he was no match for him. For a moment, he felt great admiration and respect for the young man.

After a few more moves, Kumārajīva withdrew his stance and laughed heartily at Zhang Xiaoyu, "May I ask your esteemed name, young master? I am truly delighted to have sparred with such an outstanding individual today. You are the only person I have ever truly admired. Even Murong Bo is only half my equal." Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't expected Kumārajīva to have such a high opinion of him, but upon reflection, he understood. He was probably already stronger than Qiao Feng. Among the senior disciples in Tianlong, if the story were true, aside from the hidden boss, the Sweeper Monk, probably no one could pose a significant threat to him. Seeing Kumārajīva's magnanimity, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a sense of goodwill towards him. It seemed he wasn't as unreasonable as described in the book. From now on, he couldn't judge people solely based on the book's portrayal, as there were many differences between this place and the original text. He would treat the original text as a reference point.

Zhang Xiaoyu took a liking to Kumārajīva and spoke to him very kindly. After being praised by Kumārajīva, Zhang Xiaoyu asked him about the reason for what had just happened.

Kumārajīva, lost in memories of the past, wrote: "The Buddha said: 'Neither born nor dying, neither defiled nor pure.' This humble monk, dull-witted, has failed to comprehend love, hatred, life, and death. I had a close friend in my life, a man from Suzhou in the Great Song Dynasty, surnamed Murong, given name 'Bo'. Years ago, I met him by chance, discussing martial arts and swordsmanship. This Mr. Murong was knowledgeable and proficient in all martial arts under heaven. I received his guidance for several days, resolving many of my lifelong doubts. Furthermore, Mr. Murong generously gifted me a superior martial arts manual; I am deeply grateful and will never forget his kindness. Unexpectedly, this great hero passed away prematurely, Mr. Murong departed for the Western Paradise. This humble monk, stubborn by nature, secluded himself for forty days, yet still could not sever his longing for his good friend. Mr. Murong, in his discussions of swordsmanship, deeply believed that the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' of Tianlong Temple in Dali was the best among all swords." "The greatest swordsmanship in the world, I regret never having met you, it is the greatest regret of my life. So I came to seek your swordsmanship. I know that Tianlong Temple has a close relationship with the Dali royal family, so I asked the Prince of Zhengnan for help first. On the way, I saw Madam Duan here and wanted to get to know her first, but these four servants were very rude and unreasonable, so a fight broke out." Zhang Xiaoyu understood the reason for the incident and looked at Dao Baifeng. Dao Baifeng did not show any signs of aging due to the ravages of time. On the contrary, she had been adorned by time and had become a charming and sexy young woman. This mature and charming beauty was something that young women could not compare to or learn. She had been a Buddhist for many years, and the cold aura on her body made her have a special aura that made men want to cherish her.

"It seems this was all a misunderstanding. Please don't take it to heart, sister," Zhang Xiaoyu bowed slightly to Dao Baifeng. "It was indeed our fault. I tried to stop him, but it was too late. I must thank you, young hero, for clearing up this misunderstanding." Dao Baifeng looked at the young man before her, her heart, which had been cold for many years, trembled slightly. What a handsome young man! He was even more beautiful than Duan Zhengchun and Yu'er back then.

"Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, let's all sit down and eat together. We're all standing here, which is affecting the shopkeeper's business." Zhang Xiaoyu called over the shopkeeper and asked him to prepare the food. He gave the shopkeeper a silver ingot, considering the extra as compensation for the tables and chairs in the shop. The shopkeeper's wrinkled face broke into a smile, and he happily went to prepare the food.

After Zhang Xiaoyu invited everyone to sit down, Dao Baifeng asked Kumārajīva, "My men were rude just now, please forgive them, Master. However, Senior Murong has been gone for many years. I wonder what use you have for the sword manual now?" "This humble monk once swore to Mr. Murong that he would definitely obtain the sword manual for him. Although Mr. Murong has passed away, the vow must still be fulfilled. This humble monk only needs to make a handwritten copy of the sword manual and burn it at Mr. Murong's grave." Kumārajīva said sincerely, truly a man who values his promises.

"Master is indeed a man of integrity. However, even the Prince of Zheng Nan may not be able to help you with this matter. Master, you might as well go to Tianlong Temple yourself and explain the situation clearly. I believe the abbot there will not make things too difficult for you." Dao Baifeng said to Kumārajīva after hearing this.

"Since that's the case, then so be it. This humble monk will take his leave." Kumārajīva finished speaking and turned to Zhang Xiaoyu, asking, "I still don't know your name, young hero. This humble monk is Kumārajīva, the National Preceptor of Tibet. I am in a hurry to reach Tianlong Temple today. If we meet again in the future, I hope we can talk all night long." "Master, you are too kind. My name is Zhang Xiaoyu. If we meet again in the future, I will certainly talk with you by candlelight all night long." Zhang Xiaoyu felt a chill in his heart. Talk my foot! Two men talking by candlelight all night long? Just thinking about it made him uncomfortable.

After Kumārajīva left, everyone ate their meal and left the inn together.

Dali City wasn't far from here. Blood Fiend Sect, Duan Zhengchun, the Dali royal family... What is the connection between you all? It seems the time to find out the truth is approaching, Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself.

Chapter 23: The Mastermind Gan Baobao. Qin Hongmian and Dao Baifeng had never met before. All three knew of each other's existence and names, but none recognized the other. From the conversation between Zhang Xiaoyu and the others, Qin Hongmian knew that the woman before her was Dao Baifeng, whom she had hated for many years. She was about to fly into a rage, but Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze suppressed her anger.

Taking advantage of Dao Baifeng's inattention, Zhang Xiaoyu told Qin Hongmian to prioritize Mu Wanqing's safety. They needed Dao Baifeng to take them to the Zheng Nan Prince's Mansion; this wasn't the time to settle personal grudges. In Qin Hongmian's heart, Mu Wanqing came first, so she had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure.

Gan Baobao also quietly comforted Qin Hongmian.

Dao Baifeng had a good impression of Zhang Xiaoyu. Seeing him leave the inn with her, she asked, "I wonder if Young Master Zhang is going to Dali City? If so, why not rest at the Prince's Mansion? I can then extend my hospitality and thank you for your help earlier." Dao Baifeng didn't know why she wanted to invite Zhang Xiaoyu to the Prince's Mansion. She couldn't even remember how long it had been since she'd been back to that place called home.

The group walked and talked, and the twenty-odd miles were covered in no time. Dali City was in sight. After entering the city gate, Dao Baifeng introduced Zhang Xiaoyu to the scenery, folk tales, and anecdotes of Dali. Zhang Xiaoyu knew a little about Dali. Dali is known for its "wind, flowers, snow, and moon," referring to the four famous scenic spots: the wind of Shangguan, the flowers of Xiaguan, the snow of Cangshan Mountain, and the moon over Erhai Lake. Dali City is located east of Erhai Lake and west of Cangshan Mountain, boasting beautiful scenery.

Zhang Xiaoyu and his companions were initially anxious, but upon entering the city, they were greeted by a refreshing camellia fragrance that invigorated them, instantly lifting their spirits. As expected of Dali's national flower, camellias bloomed everywhere—not only in the palace, but also in the homes of ordinary people, along roadsides, and in fields, purifying the air with their vibrant colors.

Led by Dao Baifeng, they quickly arrived at the Zheng Nan Prince's residence. The servants, seeing the long-absent princess return, hurried inside to report to Duan Zhengchun. As they entered the courtyard, a middle-aged man dressed in extremely luxurious attire emerged. Although middle-aged, it was clear he had been very handsome in his youth; this was undoubtedly Duan Zhengchun.

Clearly, Duan Zhengchun was overjoyed to learn that Dao Baifeng had returned to the Prince's Mansion. His face was beaming with smiles as he approached her, saying with concern, "Baifeng has finally returned home! Yu'er will be so happy!" "I just brought some friends here for a few days. I'll be going back to the Taoist temple afterward," Dao Baifeng replied, showing no respect whatsoever. "By the way, where's Yu'er?" "He was taken to Tianlong Temple by my elder brother." Duan Zhengchun glanced at the people behind Dao Baifeng, then suddenly his body stiffened, his expression becoming incredibly strange.

"Hongmian, Baobao, you're here too." Duan Zhengchun felt awkward; his wife was right in front of him, and his old flames had come knocking again. It was a difficult situation.

Dao Baifeng was also startled to see that those who had come with her were Duan Zhengchun's former lovers, Qin Hongmian and Gan Baobao.

"Alright, we'll talk about your business later. We're here today to ask Duan Yu for his return," Zhang Xiaoyu said, revealing their purpose to avoid further complications.

"You want people? What people? When did I, the dignified Prince Zheng Nan, capture your people? And who are you?" Duan Zhengchun felt extremely uncomfortable seeing the young man before him. Why? Because he wasn't this handsome when he was young. Besides, Qin Hongmian and Gan Baobao had come with this kid. Duan Zhengchun was extremely upset.

"Never mind who I am. Duan Yu kidnapped a girl named Mu Wanqing a few days ago. Duan Yu was in love with Wanqing but was repeatedly rejected by her. In a fit of anger, he kidnapped Wanqing." "Since that's the case, let that Mu Wanqing marry my son. My son is handsome and is the Prince of Dali. What makes him unworthy of her?" Zhang Xiaoyu was furious upon hearing this. He never expected Duan Zhengchun to say such shameless things.

"You bastard! Do you know who Wanqing is? She's your daughter! You actually want your son to marry your own daughter! Duan Zhengchun, you really have some nerve!" Qin Hongmian roared angrily.

"What?" Duan Zhengchun was also stunned. He hadn't expected this.

"Also, I wonder if the masked man in red who went with Duan Yu to capture Wanqing is from your Prince's Mansion?" Zhang Xiaoyu posed this question while observing Duan Zhengchun's expression.

Duan Zhengchun's face stiffened, and he replied, "They are indeed from my Prince's Mansion, but they rarely go out on missions, so they shouldn't have offended you." "Since they are from your Prince's Mansion, that's good. May I ask, Prince Duan, are you aware of the Blood Fiend Sect in the martial world?" Having received a definite answer, Zhang Xiaoyu asked further. Duan Zhengchun's expression changed, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, which he quickly concealed, but Zhang Xiaoyu still noticed it. It seemed that Duan Zhengchun knew about the Blood Fiend Sect.

"What Blood Fiend Sect? I've never heard of it." Now that he knew Duan Zhengchun was connected to the Blood Fiend Sect, Zhang Xiaoyu was too lazy to waste any more words with him.

"Your men are clearly members of the Blood Fiend Cult. I've encountered several of them before, and I killed them all. I've been investigating the Blood Fiend Cult. Do you think you can fool me?" "What? You killed my men?" Duan Zhengchun was horrified when he realized the newcomer knew his biggest secret. In his youth, he frequented brothels and was accidentally captured by the Blood Fiend Cult. Knowing he was the King of Dali, the cult used the lure of unparalleled martial arts and the threat of his own life to recruit him. At first, Duan Zhengchun wasn't very willing, but the cult not only taught him martial arts but also gave him beauties, including Hu women and Persian beauties. The womanizing Duan Zhengchun then realized the benefits of joining the Blood Fiend Cult and happily began working for them. Now he was the Southern Branch Master.

Thinking of this, Duan Zhengchun felt strange again. His sect members always kept a low profile, and very few people in the martial arts world knew about them. Even if they had seen members of the sect, they wouldn't know about the existence of the Blood Fiend Sect, because any sect member who was captured would commit suicide by biting poison.

"How do you know about our Blood Fiend Sect? I find that very strange." "Hmph, my master was injured by your sect leader. He couldn't be saved for many years and eventually died with resentment. Your evil sect will be eradicated sooner or later." "So you are the disciple of the person who came to assassinate the sect leader more than ten years ago. Hmph, your master overestimated himself and actually dared to try to kill our Holy Sect Master. The Master was in seclusion at the time and was ambushed by that old scoundrel. But even so, that old scoundrel was no match for the Master and was seriously injured and escaped. Our Holy Sect has been searching for him for so many years, but we didn't expect him to be dead. Haha, truly a blessing from heaven for the Holy Sect." It seems that Duan Zhengchun has also been successfully brainwashed, and he actually worships this Blood Fiend Sect Master so much.

"Since you're that old scoundrel's disciple and know about this, I can't let you live. Men, seize him!" The four guards, Chu Gu, Fu, and Zhu, didn't understand what Zhang Xiaoyu and Duan Zhengchun were talking about, but they still attacked Zhang Xiaoyu as their master commanded, even though they knew they were no match for him.

These four guards knew nothing of the Blood Fiend Cult, so Zhang Xiaoyu didn't kill them. He quickly knocked them to the ground and was about to deal with Duan Zhengchun when suddenly a group of Blood Fiend Cult members jumped out and surrounded them. Zhang Xiaoyu saw Dao Baifeng still standing there, clearly surprised that Duan Zhengchun knew so much that even she didn't. He ordered Xin Shuangqing and the others to form a circle, ensuring Dao Baifeng's safety and their own, and then used Lingbo Weibu and Tianshan Zhemei Shou to attack the red-clad masked man.

As Zhang Xiaoyu fought, he used the Northern Darkness Divine Art to absorb the internal energy of these people. Absorbing their internal energy didn't bother him at all, and soon only a few of them remained standing.

"Good lad, indeed your skill is extraordinary. No wonder you could kill so many of my followers!" Duan Zhengchun was furious that Zhang Xiaoyu could simultaneously defeat dozens of his followers. He raised his hand and unleashed a sword aura.

Damn it! It was the One-Finger Divine Skill! Zhang Xiaoyu used the Lingbo Steps to dodge Duan Zhengchun's attack. Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu dodge, Duan Zhengchun fired several more sword auras, but none hit. He abandoned his ranged attacks and instead struck at Zhang Xiaoyu with his palm. The two exchanged blows for dozens of exchanges. It seemed Duan Zhengchun's martial arts were indeed quite good, much stronger than described in the books, but he was still no match for Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu added another layer of internal energy, forcing Duan Zhengchun to retreat step by step.

"Boy, you've gone too far!" Duan Zhengchun was utterly powerless against Zhang Xiaoyu's attack.

As the Prince of Zhengnan and the leader of the sect, when had he ever been so humiliated? With all his might, Duan Zhengchun struck Zhang Xiaoyu away with a palm strike, then leaped to the side of the four wounded and fallen guards. The four guards had already gotten up from the ground. Zhu Danchen shouted at Duan Zhengchun, "Your Highness, you must leave quickly, we'll drag him away..." Before he could finish speaking, Duan Zhengchun grabbed him from behind and ripped his heart out of his chest. Zhu Danchen died with an expression of disbelief. The other three guards and the women were stunned by the scene before them, and the women vomited a few moments later.

The old man had told Zhang Xiaoyu that members of the Blood Fiend Sect used human organs as a catalyst in their martial arts training, and that they could also use organs to enhance their power during combat. Although Zhang Xiaoyu already knew this, seeing such a bloody and cruel scene still made him feel nauseous; after all, Zhang Xiaoyu was a modern man.

Duan Zhengchun pulled out Zhu Danchen's heart and held it in his hand. Soon, the heart, still warm and covered in blood, visibly shrank, as if the blood on it was being absorbed into Duan Zhengchun's body. Finally, the heart became a hard, egg-sized object, which Duan Zhengchun casually tossed to the ground. Ying Shenchen laughed, a sinister smile appearing on Duan Zhengchun's twisted face, indescribably eerie and chilling.

"Boy, didn't you want to cause trouble for our Holy Sect? Hmph, don't think I'm that weak. I was personally taught martial arts by our Master. You underestimate me, the leader of the Southern Branch. Today, I'll show you the true martial arts of our Holy Sect." As Duan Zhengchun spoke, he raised his palms and pressed them together, as if something was pressing between them. With each squeeze, his hands gradually turned as red as blood, sending chills down one

's spine. Finally, Duan Zhengchun pressed his palms together and laughed loudly, giving Zhang Xiaoyu an ominous feeling. Zhang Xiaoyu felt that Duan Zhengchun had suddenly become stronger. Could this be the true power of the Blood Fiend Technique? It was terrifying, definitely not something a small fry could compare to.

Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't entirely confident that he could defeat Duan Zhengchun. After all, his martial arts skills were derived from comparisons with characters in the original book, and he lacked practical combat experience.

Lacking confidence, Zhang Xiaoyu knew he had no choice but to face the challenge head-on. He assumed a fighting stance, a mix of regret and anticipation creeping in. He should have just ignored Duan Zhengchun's boasting and taken him down from the start; then everything would have been fine.

Chapter 24: A Shocking Conspiracy.

Regret was useless now. Zhang Xiaoyu channeled his inner strength, meeting Duan Zhengchun's frenzied excitement. The Blood Fiend Sect's martial arts were indeed extraordinary. Even Duan Zhengchun, a self-taught fighter, had become so powerful. He wondered what level their leader had reached; no wonder even the old man was no match for him.

It seemed he was still no match for that damned leader. He'd have to be more careful in the future, lest he anger that freak.

Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know that the Blood Fiend Sect leader had also been injured in the battle with the old man and hadn't fully recovered, so he hadn't had time to come looking for him.

Zhang Xiaoyu found Duan Zhengchun's internal energy very strange and unpredictable. The moment they clashed, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a chilling true energy enter his body from Duan Zhengchun's palm, then rush directly towards his dantian (energy center). It was incredibly fast, and Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't intercept it in time. However, this true energy didn't seem to harm him; instead, it caused his own true energy in his dantian to intertwine with it, like lovers.

Duan Zhengchun felt his internal energy enter Zhang Xiaoyu's body and was overjoyed. His martial arts were personally taught by his master. Once he could cultivate the blood-colored internal energy, it would have a devouring effect, not only neutralizing others' internal energy but also damaging internal organs. Even if he encountered someone stronger than himself, if the opponent was careless, they would be defeated.

Thinking of this, Duan Zhengchun realized that his master would be pleased to have captured the disciple of his master's enemy, and he could advance even further. In his excitement, he continued to pour his internal energy into Zhang Xiaoyu's body.

However, things took a turn for the worse than Duan Zhengchun had anticipated. Zhang Xiaoyu didn't lose his internal energy as he expected; instead, he became increasingly adept at fighting, his internal energy even surpassing Gao Cai's. Zhang Xiaoyu was also puzzled. His Beiming Divine Skill couldn't absorb Duan Zhengchun's internal energy, yet Duan Zhengchun could channel his own into his own, and their internal energy even seemed to merge.

Seeing that he couldn't wait any longer, Duan Zhengchun decided to unleash his full power and engage Zhang Xiaoyu in battle.

Just as Zhang Xiaoyu was gaining an advantage, he found himself in a precarious situation again. He knew that continuing like this wouldn't work. Although he could escape using his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), his women were still there, and he couldn't abandon them.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly had an idea, though it was a bit too shameless and involved taking advantage of Gan Baobao and Zhong Ling. However, the situation was urgent, and he couldn't think of any other ideas for the time being, so he couldn't worry about that now. He could just treat Gan Baobao and Zhong Ling better in the future.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Xiaoyu dodged Duan Zhengchun's attacks with his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) while whispering to Duan Zhengchun, "I didn't expect you to be so old, yet still in good shape. You haven't even gotten tired after fighting for so long. But I just find it strange, with such a good body, can't you satisfy Baobao? Sigh, just thinking about how unsatisfied she looks when we're making love makes me excited, especially when she and Ling'er are with me, that feeling is indescribably amazing. Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, Zhong Ling is also your daughter."

"What?!" Duan Zhengchun was so enraged by Zhang Xiaoyu's words that he almost spat out blood. He, Duan Zhengchun, was a dashing and charming womanizer, with countless affairs. He was confident in his charm and skill with women; none of the women he had spent a night with could forget him. Even those who harbored resentment were driven by deep love. Duan Zhengchun felt proud; women would desperately beg for his favor—what man wouldn't feel proud?

Therefore, Duan Zhengchun was always confident in the women who loved him. Even if he ignored them, they would relentlessly pursue him. He knew that Gan Baobao married Zhong Wanchou because she was angry that he hadn't married her, and he also knew that Zhong Wanchou had never actually met Gan Baobao, while he assumed Zhong Ling was... Where did Gan Baobao pick up this child?

But what happened now dealt a heavy blow to Duan Zhengchun's pride in women. He, Duan Zhengchun, had always been the one to wrong women, the one to cuckold other men, but now he himself had been cuckolded, and by the same person, his woman and daughter had been taken away as well. This was even more unbearable for him than if his woman and daughter had been killed.

Duan Zhengchun's eyes were bloodshot with rage, his face contorted with rage. He turned to Gan Baobao, who was still fighting with the palace soldiers, and said sternly, "Gan Baobao, you shameless woman! You've been cheating on me with that pretty boy! You're a slut, a whore, with your own daughter!" Zhang Xiaoyu had been waiting for this opportunity. As soon as Duan Zhengchun turned around, Zhang Xiaoyu began to gather his Tai Xuan True Qi in his dantian. Just as Duan Zhengchun was about to reveal that Gan Baobao and Zhong Ling and her daughter shared a husband, Zhang Xiaoyu quickly struck Duan Zhengchun on the back. He couldn't let Duan Zhengchun say those words; there were many outsiders present, and Gan Baobao would not be able to bear it.

Enraged, Duan Zhengchun paid no heed to Zhang Xiaoyu behind him, his mind solely focused on torturing the woman who had brought him endless humiliation. He was struck by Zhang Xiaoyu. The blow

sent Duan Zhengchun flying towards Gan Baobao. Oh no, Duan Zhengchun must be trying to kill Gan Baobao first to vent his anger. Zhang Xiaoyu's heart tightened, and he quickly used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to give chase, but he was still a little too late.

Just as Gan Baobao was about to be struck by Duan Zhengchun's approaching, malevolent palm, suddenly a body stepped in front of her, blocking the fatal blow.

With a resounding crack, Duan Zhengchun's palm struck that body squarely.

"Senior Sister!" Gan Baobao cried out, blood gushing from her mouth as she looked at Qin Hongmian, who had stood in front of her. She felt a tearing pain in her heart.

Almost at the same time that Duan Zhengchun struck Qin Hongmian, Zhang Xiaoyu's palm also struck Duan Zhengchun again. Duan Zhengchun was hit by Zhang Xiaoyu's full-force blow and immediately fainted.

"Senior sister, how could you be so foolish? What am I supposed to do now? I'm so sorry!" Gan Baobao cried, heartbroken.

"Silly girl, your senior sister grew up with you since childhood. How could I just watch you get hurt? If it were you in my shoes, you would have shielded me too, right?" Gan Baobao couldn't speak, hugging Qin Hongmian tightly and crying bitterly. "

Baobao, don't be sad. From now on, Wanqing will rely on you and Xiaoyu to take care of her." Hearing Qin Hongmian say this, Gan Baobao immediately thought of Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Yulang, come quickly and see your senior sister. You can definitely save her, right?" Gan Baobao remembered that she seemed to have heard Zhong Ling mention that Zhang Xiaoyu had some martial arts skills and was very good at healing injuries. He was the one who saved Zhong Ling from the severe poison she had been poisoned with last time.

Zhang Xiaoyu dealt with the remaining soldiers and quickly took Qin Hongmian from Gan Baobao's arms. He channeled his internal energy into Qin Hongmian's body and discovered that she possessed the same strange internal energy as Duan Zhengchun. This energy was rampaging through her body, slowly damaging her heart. Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to use his own internal energy to dispel this evil energy, but many of Qin Hongmian's meridians were broken, making it impossible for her to withstand too much of his energy. A small amount wouldn't truly solve the problem. The only solution now was to rely on the Yin-Yang Creation Technique, using dual cultivation to guide the flow of Yin and Yang energy, establishing a new channel to absorb the evil energy into her body and dissolve it.

Zhang Xiaoyu found this difficult. Although he didn't mind, Qin Hongmian would definitely not agree. It seemed he could only control it for now and then think of another way.

Zhang Xiaoyu sealed several acupoints on Qin Hongmian's body, then slowly channeled a little internal energy into her near her heart. At least for a day, Qin Hongmian wouldn't be in any life-threatening danger; other matters could be discussed later.

"Alright, I've controlled Sister Qin's injuries now. She won't be in danger for a day. After we resolve things here, I'll give Sister Qin a thorough treatment. Sister Qin will be fine, Bao Bao, don't be sad." Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu say this, Gan Bao Bao and the surrounding women breathed a sigh of relief. They had great faith in Zhang Xiaoyu's abilities; if he said he could heal her, he definitely could.

Dao Baifeng was still reeling from the sudden event. Today's shock was immense. She had never known her husband was connected to the Blood Fiend Sect, nor did she know he practiced such inhumane martial arts. She couldn't understand why her usually refined and elegant husband had become like this.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked to the unconscious Duan Zhengchun, pressed several acupoints on his body, and sealed Duan Zhengchun's internal energy. Zhang Xiaoyu still had many questions in his mind, and now it was time to ask Duan Zhengchun. After waking Duan Zhengchun up, Zhang Xiaoyu took advantage of Duan Zhengchun's unstable state of mind and quickly activated the Dao Heart Demon Seed, while simultaneously using his signature hypnosis technique.

Duan Zhengchun had just woken up from his coma, and given his serious injuries, he was easily hypnotized by Zhang Xiaoyu.

The old man had previously mentioned that the Blood Fiend Sect was carrying out a grand conspiracy, one that even he himself didn't know about, and it was unclear whether Duan Zhengchun was of a high enough level to know about it.

"After your Blood Fiend Sect defeated the Demonic Sect and Cihang Jingzhai, why did you disappear without a trace? What have you been doing all these years?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked the question he most wanted to know, also somewhat worried that Duan Zhengchun might not know the inside story either.

"Our Holy Sect was severely weakened after defeating the Demonic Sect and the Cihang and Jingzhai sects. At the same time, our Holy Lord understood that no matter how high one's martial arts skills, they ultimately cannot overcome sheer numbers. Our Holy Lord has always desired to unify this land, uniting the Central Plains, Dali, Liao, Western Xia, Tibet, Goryeo, and Japan, becoming the greatest emperor of all time.

Since being severely weakened, our Holy Lord has sought to subdue the enemy without fighting, establishing branch headquarters in all four directions. I am the leader of the Southern Branch. Our Holy Lord knows I will become the Emperor of Dali. At that time, as long as I and the other branch headquarters control the power..." "With a united army, we can realize the Holy Lord's grand ambition."

Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned by Duan Zhengchun's answer. He never imagined that the Blood Fiend Sect leader would have such grand ambitions, wanting to unify all of East Asia. This idea was too naive. But then he thought, their choice of Duan Zhengchun must have been based on his ability to wield real power in Dali. Were the other branch leaders also appointed with similar people? If so, it was hard to say what would happen. Zhang Xiaoyu broke out in a cold sweat at his own thoughts.

"Where are the other branch leaders located, and who are they?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked hurriedly.

"I don't know. The sect leader only contacts us unilaterally," Duan Zhengchun mechanically replied under hypnosis.

Zhang Xiaoyu was somewhat disappointed. Not knowing these things would be difficult; with such a vast area, where was he supposed to find them?

Chapter 25: Dual Rest and Healing Afterwards, Zhang Xiaoyu asked some questions and learned that the Blood Fiend Sect's martial arts were not for everyone; only those who reached a certain level could learn them. The Blood Fiend Technique was divided into two training methods: Yin and Yang. The different methods resulted in different internal energy levels.

Duan Zhengchun practiced the Yin method, and after achieving a minor level of mastery, his internal energy had a devouring effect, making it very insidious. The Yang method, on the other hand, could burn a person to death from within if their internal energy entered their body. Once someone's internal energy entered their body, they could only suppress it with all their might, becoming a lamb to the slaughter. It seemed the founder of the Blood Fiend Technique was truly a cruel, insidious, and despicable person.

Zhang Xiaoyu also learned why Duan Zhengchun wanted to capture Mu Wanqing, but the answer was chilling. It turned out that Duan Zhengchun practiced the Yin method of the Blood Fiend Technique, which required a woman's heart as an auxiliary material. To master this technique, Duan Zhengchun had harmed countless women. Moreover, the stronger a woman's Yin energy and the higher her martial arts skills, the more significant the effect on the practitioner.

Duan Zhengchun knew that Qin Hongmian had given birth to a daughter, but he didn't know her name or have ever seen her. However, according to the investigations of his subordinates, his daughter possessed the Nine Yin Body, with abundant Yin energy, and was still a virgin. Her martial arts skills were also quite good. Duan Zhengchun had always been troubled by the lack of suitable training materials, as there weren't any well-known martial arts sects near Dali. Even if there were, he couldn't kidnap someone from their sect, because the Blood Fiend Sect now required a low profile. If anything went wrong and affected the Holy Master's grand plan, the consequences would be dire.

Now, knowing this news was a godsend for Duan Zhengchun. His current skill was at a breakthrough stage, and relying on ordinary women in the city would likely prevent him from achieving it. Qin Hongmian had no powerful background, so even if he captured Mu Wanqing, there wouldn't be any repercussions.

Duan Zhengchun had always treated women as prey, using them to satisfy his physical needs and desire for conquest. Although he and Mu Wanqing were father and daughter, they had never met, and he felt no fatherly affection for her whatsoever.

Hearing this, not only was Zhang Xiaoyu heartbroken, but the women beside him also looked incredulous. They were all too kind-hearted and had never encountered anything like this in the martial world, so they couldn't accept it for a moment.

Not only was such a thing common in ancient times, but it's the same now. Ruthless and heartless people are everywhere. It's said that even tigers don't eat their cubs, but humans aren't tigers, they aren't animals. Humans have thoughts, and therefore, a hundred different behaviors. For profit, there are those who kill their parents, abandon their wives and children.

Lying in Gan Baobao's arms, Qin Hongmian fainted on the spot upon hearing this. The person she once deeply loved, the father of her now beloved daughter, could actually do such a thing. This was a devastating blow to Qin Hongmian; she couldn't even utter a word before fainting from anger.

Duan Zhengchun also told Zhang Xiaoyu that Duan Yu was unaware of the Blood Fiend Sect's affairs; he had merely sent a few members of the sect to protect Duan Yu, who mistakenly believed they were hidden guards from the Prince's mansion. In Duan Zhengchun's heart, the only person he truly loved was this son, the one he believed to be his own. Zhang Xiaoyu felt a mix of emotions. Duan Zhengchun was truly pathetic; the only son he loved wasn't even his own. If Duan Zhengchun knew, he'd probably die of anger.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoyu secretly glanced at Dao Baifeng. Dao Baifeng's face was pale, and her eyes held deep conflict and struggle. This poor woman must be suffering greatly at this moment.

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly and then asked Duan Zhengchun about the location of the Blood Fiend Sect's headquarters and the Blood Fiend Sect Leader's personal information. Duan Zhengchun didn't answer and looked pained. Suddenly, Duan Zhengchun opened his eyes, struck Zhang Xiaoyu in the chest with a palm, and then spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground.

Zhang Xiaoyu was struck by Duan Zhengchun's palm, his heart meridian severely injured, and he couldn't use any of his internal energy. Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu injured, the women rushed over. Xin Shuangqing quickly arrived in front of Duan Zhengchun, saw him lying on the ground, and checked his nose, finding that Duan Zhengchun was already dead.

Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't expected Duan Zhengchun to regain his senses despite being controlled by the Demonic Seed in His Dao Heart and hypnosis. It seemed the last question he asked must have been about the Blood Fiend Sect's greatest secret. Whether it was loyalty to that damned Holy Master or the Holy Master's methods of punishment that allowed Duan Zhengchun to recover from hypnosis, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know. Duan Zhengchun ultimately died from forcibly breaking through his acupoints, severing his meridians.

Dao Baifeng felt utterly confused. Duan Zhengchun's death didn't sadden her much; she had expected to be heartbroken. But she wasn't, which made her uneasy and fearful. A beggar's unkempt appearance, Guanyin's long hair. She responded to Duan Zhengchun's philandering in this way. She had treated Duan Zhengchun with all her heart, only to be met with his repeated infidelity, his vows before the Bodhisattva completely forgotten. Duan Zhengchun had wronged her, and she would wrong him in return, retaliating with her own defilement. To debase oneself in despair and seek out the most filthy and lowly man to be intimate with. She did just that, but what did it bring her in return? Perhaps from that moment on, her love for Duan Zhengchun gradually faded.

Dao Baifeng approached Duan Zhengchun's corpse, her face strangely expressionless, revealing neither joy nor sorrow. She picked up Duan Zhengchun's body, glanced at the injured Zhang Xiaoyu beside her, and coldly asked, "Young Master Zhang, no matter how deep your hatred, now that he is dead, may I take his body away for burial?" Zhang Xiaoyu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself speechless. He felt his blood churning, uttered a soft "hmm," and then closed his eyes and fainted.

When Zhang Xiaoyu woke up, he found himself lying in an elegant and cozy room. Xin Shuangqing, Ge Guangpei, and Zhong Ling were sitting by the bed, their eyes red, clearly from crying. "Brother, you're finally awake! I was so worried!" The youngest, Zhong Ling, was the least able to control her emotions. She grabbed Zhang Xiaoyu's hand, tears streaming down her face again.

Someone once said crying was contagious, and Zhang Xiaoyu was now truly experiencing it firsthand. As soon as Zhong Ling started crying, Xin Shuangqing and Ge Guangpei also began to sob.

"Alright, all of you, stop crying. Your husband is perfectly fine, nothing's wrong with him. If you keep crying, a flood might sweep him away," Zhang Xiaoyu said, touched, jokingly.

"There's no flood! Even if there were, it wouldn't reach here," Zhong Ling said, confused by Zhang Xiaoyu's joke. Xin Shuangqing and Ge Guangpei looked equally bewildered.

"Isn't it your tears that flooded the waters and washed your husband away? Hehe." "Ugh, we were worried about you, brother, and you're laughing at us!" Ling'er said with a glistening tear in her eye, laughing and protesting.

Xin Shuangqing and Ge Guangpei were also amused by Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu reached out to wipe away Zhong Ling's tears, but found himself completely powerless, unable even to lift his hand. It seemed the injury was quite serious, Zhang Xiaoyu thought bitterly.

"Where's Baobao?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked the three women when he saw that Gan Baobao wasn't there.

"Mommy is watching over Sister Qin. By the way, Sister Qin is feeling cold all over. Is she in danger?" "It's alright. Sister Qin has my true energy protecting her heart. She'll be fine for now." Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a moment. It was probably due to Duan Zhengchun's internal energy being too cold.

"Oh right, brother said she'll be alright. Then brother, go and heal Sister Qin now!" Zhong Ling blinked her big eyes and said innocently.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. "Brother is seriously injured now. He can't muster any strength, and he seems to have lost all his internal energy." Upon hearing this, the three women's smiles vanished, replaced by worry.

"Brother, what should we do now? Can you heal yourself?" Zhong Ling asked anxiously.

"Yes, husband, your kung fu can heal internal injuries, can it?" Ge Guangpei remembered the effects of Zhang Xiaoyu's Yin-Yang Creation Technique.

"In that case, husband, please heal yourself quickly. Is there anything we need to prepare?" Xin Shuangqing, knowing what Ge Guangpei was about to do, asked with a blush.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled bitterly to himself. "I have no strength left. I'll have to rely on you all. I've always served you before, but today I'll enjoy myself." It seemed he would be taking a woman-on-top position today.

The three women blushed. Zhang Xiaoyu had always been the one to initiate, and now they were being asked to do it themselves. They weren't embarrassed, but they didn't know how to proceed.

Zhang Xiaoyu instructed the three women to undress themselves and the women, then had them sit on the edge of the bed.

Xin Shuangqing, being the oldest, should set a good example, Zhang Xiaoyu thought. He then had Xin Shuangqing lower her head to his lips, admiring her magnificent figure while explaining the specific steps and the woman-on-top position, lest she damage her manhood.

Xin Shuangqing's face grew increasingly red as she listened, her breathing becoming rapid. Zhang Xiaoyu finally finished his lesson. Xin Shuangqing had Ge Guangpei and Zhong Ling kneel on either side of Zhang Xiaoyu, placing his hands on their chests. She herself knelt between Zhang Xiaoyu's legs, slowly lowering her head. Finally, Zhang Xiaoyu's manhood rose.

Xin Shuangqing climbed onto the bed, aligning her private parts with Zhang Xiaoyu's 'little brother,' and resolutely sat down.

Zhang Xiaoyu's massive "little brother" entered the still dry and arid secret passage in one go, even Zhang Xiaoyu's battle-hardened "peerless sword" felt somewhat overwhelmed. Xin Shuangqing let out a muffled groan, then her delicate body collapsed onto Zhang Xiaoyu, no longer moving; Zhang Xiaoyu's penis was simply too large.

The Yin-Yang Creation Technique was indeed a good thing. As the women took turns moving up and down on Zhang Xiaoyu, he slowly felt his internal energy gradually recovering under the guidance of the fusion of Yin and Yang energies.

The battle between the four became increasingly fierce. Although Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to be unable to exert any strength, his stamina was still admirable. The three women took turns, but they didn't make Zhang Xiaoyu surrender easily; on the contrary, the three women gradually showed signs of being outmatched.

As Zhang Xiaoyu's internal energy recovered, his senses became much more acute. He suddenly heard what sounded like a woman's rapid breathing outside the door. After listening carefully for a while, a lewd smile appeared on Zhang Xiaoyu's face. It was Gan Baobao outside the door. He had been intimate with Gan Baobao so many times that he was intimately familiar with her breathing. Even her breathing carried a hint of mature woman's allure, which Zhang Xiaoyu easily recognized.

Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei had long since collapsed beside Zhang Xiaoyu, unable to hold on any longer. Only Xin Shuangqing, with her inner seductive body, remained steadfast, her body rising and falling against Zhang Xiaoyu's, creating waves in front of her. "Disciple, Master can't take it anymore," Xin Shuangqing finally succumbed in a tremor.

At this moment, the breathing outside the door became increasingly rapid.

"Baobao, hurry up and come in! How long are you keeping your husband waiting?" Zhang Xiaoyu called out hastily towards the door before he had finished.

The door creaked open, and the beautiful woman Gan Baobao, her face flushed, appeared before Zhang Xiaoyu.

Seeing that Xin Shuangqing and her apprentice, along with Ling'er, were taking care of Zhang Xiaoyu, Gan Baobao went to look after her senior sister, Qin Hongmian, but she couldn't stop worrying about Zhang Xiaoyu. Once her senior sister's condition stabilized, Gan Baobao rushed back to Zhang Xiaoyu 's room.

However, as soon as she reached Zhang Xiaoyu's door, she heard a series of incredibly loud and seductive sounds coming from inside. Having experienced this several times before, Gan Baobao knew exactly what those sounds were. She initially wanted to go back, but was drawn in by the noise. Several people were engaged in a passionate encounter inside, and fearing she would disturb them, Gan Baobao leaned against the door, secretly listening. She occasionally peeked through the crack in the door at the intense activity inside.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaoyu still noticed her presence outside.

"How did you know I was outside?" Gan Baobao asked Zhang Xiaoyu after entering and looking at the three women lying on the bed.

"My dear darling, your breathing is so rapid and alluring, how could my husband not recognize it?" Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled lewdly.

Gan Baobao felt a surge of sweetness in her heart. The man she loved knew her just by the sound of his breathing, how familiar he was with her, how much he cherished her. What woman wouldn't feel happy to be loved and pampered by such a man?

Turning around and closing the door, Gan Baobao walked towards Zhang Xiaoyu, beginning to undress herself. Soon, a beautiful body was revealed before Zhang Xiaoyu. Now that his inner strength and power had returned, Zhang Xiaoyu quickly got up, ran to Gan Baobao, picked her up, and placed her on the large bed. Just as Zhang Xiaoyu was about to make his move, Gan Baobao gave him a charming smile and said, "Husband, the other ladies have served you so well today, how could I fall behind? Husband, lie down, let me serve you today." Her allure was indescribable. "

She's definitely a mature woman, so bold. But I like it," Zhang Xiaoyu thought slyly.

Chapter 26: Red Cotton Blossoms But Zhang Xiaoyu didn't like being on the defensive; it made him feel like he couldn't control himself. He had no choice just now; he couldn't move.

"No need, baby, your husband just likes to serve you. If you get tired, your husband will feel bad." With that, Zhang Xiaoyu pulled Gan Baobao into his arms, his hands climbing onto her beautiful buttocks.

"Mmm—" Although it wasn't the first time with Zhang Xiaoyu, Gan Baobao was always excited by his touch. Zhang Xiaoyu's hands pressed against Gan Baobao's buttocks, gently kneading them, and she felt as if an electric current had passed through her body, making her feel weak. Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Gan Baobao's alluring face. Indeed, her face was flushed, her eyes seductive… He rolled over and pinned her down, revealing her naked body. Her firm, exquisite breasts rose and fell in front of her, like a pair of large, ripe peaches. Her skin, white yet rosy, was flawless, like a fine jade carving, exquisite and translucent. Her small, sharply defined red lips were parted, as if crying for help, making one want to bite them immediately.

Her neck was smooth and tender, her abdomen smooth and delicate, her thighs round and long, her buttocks full and firm, her figure curvaceous and well-proportioned. Gan Baobao felt as if struck by lightning, a masculine scent assaulting her senses. In an instant, the hot body of the man was on top of her, pressing down tightly, making her feel an unbearable pressure, especially her high breasts being squeezed tightly. She felt suffocated, and heavy breathing filled the air!

Zhang Xiaoyu gently began to thrust, Gan Baobao's warm flesh enveloping his member, waves of heat surging through her, excitement and stimulation rising higher and higher. Gan Baobao's face flushed red, her hands gripping Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands caressed Gan Baobao's breasts. As time passed, his entire penis finally entered Gan Baobao's body. His entire body felt pampered and comfortable. Gan Baobao had become accustomed to Zhang Xiaoyu's presence, and with his thrusts, she began to gently sway her hips in response. Gradually, Zhang Xiaoyu's movements became more vigorous, and Gan Baobao's responses grew stronger, her moans louder, and Zhang Xiaoyu's pleasure intensified. Gan Baobao's eyes were tightly closed, her legs wrapped tightly around Zhang Xiaoyu's waist, her arms also tightly embracing him, passionately responding to his movements.

Gan Baobao's heart was filled with shy intoxication; she felt something hard, large, hot, and long gradually entering her body. With a powerful thrust from Zhang Xiaoyu, the thick penis plunged deep into Gan Baobao's honeypot. "Ah!" Zhang Xiaoyu felt his penis completely inside Gan Baobao's honeypot, occupying every inch of that deep, hot, tight, and delicate flower path. He thrust rapidly into her tight, delicate honeypot.

Under Zhang Xiaoyu's ravaging, Gan Baobao couldn't help but writhe, responding with soft moans. Her pair of smooth, long jade legs sometimes lifted lightly, sometimes lay flat, wrapped around his waist, clamping and lifting slightly with each thrust and withdrawal. Her beautiful face, more delicate than a flower, flushed with a fiery blush. Her cherry lips parted slightly, her cries soft and melodious, her moans and gasps rising wildly. Her soft, snow-white arms clung tightly to Zhang Xiaoyu's broad shoulders, her delicate, slender hands digging into his muscles, striving to receive his caresses.

A series of rapid thrusts, gasps, and moans filled the air as their bodies swayed even more violently, fragrant sweat flying, a strange scent permeating the entire room. After an unknown amount of time, Gan Baobao felt the enormous thing, completely filling her tight, secret cave, penetrating deeper and deeper into her honeypot walls with each thrust. After a series of frenzied thrusts, she found her lower body becoming increasingly wet and slippery. A series of soul-stirring kneading sensations overwhelmed Gan Baobao, who couldn't withstand the intense stimulation and let out a rapid, panting cry. Her soft, boneless, delicate body convulsed and spasmed uncontrollably, the tender flesh of her vaginal walls clinging tightly to the deeply inserted, thick penis, contracting and clamping involuntarily.

Zhang Xiaoyu continued his wildest thrusts, the dragon's head plunging in with each powerful stroke. Soon, A Zhu's heart swelled with dizziness, her mind went blank, and a soft, alluring cry escaped her tender, red lips as she finally reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Gan Baobao let out soft, involuntary moans and cries, burying her beautiful, aroused head in Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder. Her full, firm breasts pressed tightly against his chest, and her long, slender, snow-white legs wrapped tightly around his back, gripping his waist tightly, lest she fall off. Gan Baobao trembled all over, and streams of hot, primordial fluid gushed out. Her moans gradually subsided, and she seemed to drift into a daze, her private parts trembling continuously, gushing forth. Xiao Long, overwhelmed by the hot, gushing fluid, felt waves of pleasure wash over him, and he shuddered involuntarily, his own hot fluid seeming to surge forth as well. Zhang Xiaoyu's penis was gripped even tighter, feeling even more pleasure. Afterwards, Zhang Xiaoyu held Gan Baobao, whose face was flushed and still savoring the afterglow, gently stroking her body, trying to prolong her sensations.

"Husband, stop teasing me. Hurry up and treat my senior sister. It's been almost half a day, and I'm still worried." Although Gan Baobao was still enjoying the pleasure, she couldn't rest easy about Qin Hongmian, who had taken the blow for her.

"Baobao, I have something to tell you. Actually, I can save Sister Qin, but it's difficult for me to do it." "What's wrong, husband? Is something troubling you?" Gan Baobao quickly asked.

"Sister Qin currently has the evil energy left behind by Duan Zhengchun in her body, which is very strange and can damage her heart. However, my internal energy can just suppress this evil energy. Originally, I only needed to input my internal energy into Sister Qin's body and there wouldn't be any major problems. However, Duan Zhengchun's palm strike injured some of Sister Qin's meridians. Now those meridians are very fragile, and if a stronger internal energy passes through them, they may completely break, which would be even more dangerous. I only have one way now, which is to use the Yin-Yang Creation Technique to cultivate with Sister Qin. This way, I can absorb the evil energy in Sister Qin's body into my body to dissolve it (because the Northern Darkness Divine Art cannot absorb the internal energy cultivated by the Blood Fiend Technique, so it can only be guided into Zhang Xiaoyu's body to dissolve it during the dual cultivation). Then, I can use the Yin and Yang energies of the Yin-Yang Creation Technique to heal Sister Qin's injured meridians and she will wake up." After Zhang Xiaoyu finished speaking, he looked at Gan Baobao with a troubled expression.

After listening, Gan Baobao thought for a moment, then said to Zhang Xiaoyu with a resolute expression, "Since that's the case, then you should go and save Senior Sister. There's no other way now. I can't just watch Senior Sister die; I won't be happy afterward. But you have to promise me that you will definitely win Senior Sister's heart and marry her. That way, Senior Sister and I will be sisters, and we can be together forever." "It's not that simple. Sister Qin has Duan Zhengchun in her heart. I don't know what will happen after Sister Qin recovers if I do this." Although Zhang Xiaoyu also admired what Gan Baobao said, he was still self-aware. He and Qin Hongmian had hardly had any contact. Because of Mu Wanqing's matter, Qin Hongmian probably didn't even have any good feelings towards him. Winning her over would be too difficult.

"Don't worry, I'll help you. Aren't you good at sweet-talking girls? I was tricked by your words. I know my senior sister; she's the most naive person. She acts impulsively and lacks rationality. Her feelings for Duan Zhengchun are blind; she treats them like a devout faith. But now Duan Zhengchun has completely overturned her image in her heart, and her faith has collapsed along with him. After this is over, as long as she can think things through, she can definitely be your darling like me." Gan Baobao said earnestly to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Yes, Qin Hongmian is very proud and self-respecting. After Duan Zhengchun abandoned his personal feelings and returned to his position as a prince, she didn't fight for anything, hiding in a valley, wanting to raise her eldest daughter quietly and live out her life. Qin Hongmian also has a bit of clumsy naiveté. Love between men and women requires mutual consent, but she thinks that men change their hearts because of 'vixens' seducing them, and that killing those 'vixens' will win back the man's heart... Simplifying things to this extent, what more can be said?

Now that she has seen the real Duan Zhengchun, it's time for her to let go of her obsession.

"Baby, you're usually so carefree, but I didn't expect you to know your senior sister so well." "Of course! Senior sister has taken care of me since I was little, and we've always had a good relationship. Of course I know her well. Okay, what do you think of what I said?" Gan Baobao asked coquettishly.

"Let's do it your way. I don't want to see such a beauty as Sister Qin die in front of me." Zhang Xiaoyu felt that since this was the only way, he shouldn't think too much about it. At worst, he could let Qin Hongmian do whatever she wanted with him. No matter what, she wouldn't do anything to her savior. In the original book, Qin Hongmian was all bark and no bite, and not a bad person at all.

"Hmph, I think you've been eyeing senior sister for a long time. This is exactly what you're happy about." Gan Baobao rolled her eyes at Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Baby, you're wrong about that. I, Zhang Xiaoyu, am not that kind of person. Otherwise, would you have escaped my grasp the first time I gave you the antidote?" Zhang Xiaoyu said angrily.

"You were just playing hard to get. I only realized it later. Besides, after what you did to me, could I choose anyone else but you?" Gan Baobao wasn't stupid after all; she figured it all out.

"Alright, alright, I'm going to rescue your senior sister. You should rest for a bit and then go too. I'm worried something might happen to me if I'm alone." "Don't worry, senior sister hasn't woken up yet. Nothing will happen to her. You should take good care of her. I'm exhausted from all you've done. I need to rest. Oh, by the way, after you go out, turn right and walk straight to the end, then turn right again. It's the second house." Gan Baobao yawned, showing off her alluring body, before snuggling into the covers to rest.

Zhang Xiaoyu arrived at Qin Hongmian's door, pushed it open, and went inside. Qin Hongmian was lying quietly on the bed. Looking at the beauty before him, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a surge of excitement. He pulled back the covers, revealing Qin Hongmian's voluptuous figure. Her breasts stood erect, seemingly defying the constraints of her clothing, and her pert mounds were beautifully outlined.

Zhang Xiaoyu gently untied Qin Hongmian's skirt, and an alluring, mature fragrance wafted out. He took a deep breath, instantly captivated by the scent.

Slowly, he untied her bodice, revealing her firm, rounded breasts. The two pink nipples, like bright red cherries, shone with a crystalline luster.

"So beautiful—" Zhang Xiaoyu exclaimed, seeing Qin Hongmian's beautiful breasts for the first time.

Looking at Qin Hongmian's snow-white, delicate skin, her round, firm breasts, her flat stomach, and the restless black pubic hair between her legs... looking at her round, pert buttocks, Zhang Xiaoyu was deeply intoxicated.

He moved his lips closer, kissing Qin Hongmian's chest. Her body trembled slightly; it seemed that although Qin Hongmian was still unconscious, she was still sensitive.

Zhang Xiaoyu could even hear her rapid heartbeat, and it was that heartbeat that made his blood boil even more. Zhang Xiaoyu slowly reached between Qin Hongmian's legs, pulling down her underpants, fully revealing her pubic hair.

To Zhang Xiaoyu's excitement, the pubic hair was already moist, with a few drops of glistening liquid clinging to the dark pubic hair. Qin Hongmian was so sensitive; she reacted so quickly to stimulation even in her unconscious state.

Zhang Xiaoyu carefully admired Qin Hongmian, from her beautiful face to her firm breasts, from her flat stomach to her pubic hair, and then to her long, fair legs.

Unconsciously, Zhang Xiaoyu climbed onto Qin Hongmian's body, his hands around her shoulders, his lower body slowly aiming at her moist pubic hair, then slowly lowering himself and gently thrusting inside. While enjoying pleasure, Zhang Xiaoyu also used dual cultivation to heal Qin Hongmian's injuries. When Qin Hongmian reached her first peak, he began to circulate the Yin-Yang Creation Technique, slowly attracting the pure Yin energy within Qin Hongmian's body, while simultaneously sending his own pure Yang energy into her body. Then, he attracted Duan Zhengchun's evil energy into his own body. As soon as that evil energy entered his body, it immediately merged with his pure Yang energy, slowly fusing together.

Zhang Xiaoyu then controlled the pure Yang energy he sent into Qin Hongmian's body to repair her injured meridians. Before long, Qin Hongmian's injuries were almost completely healed.

Then, Zhang Xiaoyu continuously absorbed the pure Yin energy from Qin Hongmian's body into his dantian, while simultaneously channeling his pure Yang energy into her. This constant exchange made Zhang Xiaoyu feel as if their hearts were tightly bound together. At the same time, their physical union deepened.

Suddenly, Qin Hongmian responded to Zhang Xiaoyu's actions, their bodies writhing together in a near-frenzied passion. They closed their eyes, intently sensing each other's intentions.

Gradually, Zhang Xiaoyu felt the internal energy in his dantian become even purer. Unconsciously, Zhang Xiaoyu and the unconscious Qin Hongmian reached a state of perfect unity of body and mind; their bodies and their souls became one.

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