[Wuxia] First Travel to The Condor Heroes, Then to the Tang Dynasty (Complete) - 9

Chapter 85: Dual Cultivation Skills Greatly Increased.

In the training room, Yang Liming's lecherous nature was fully revealed. Holding Lin Yu, he laughed and said, "Sister, now it's easy to talk. How do we cultivate together? I don't know, so I'll have to ask you to teach me. We need to get down to business." Even Lin Yu, who had been a fairy-like woman for decades, blushed slowly at this moment. She knew that she was now truly giving her virginity to this young man. Yang Liming saw his sister take a deep breath and calm down, and couldn't help but secretly admire her. Lin Yu had already begun to circulate the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra's mental techniques, transforming her mind into the serene stillness of a fairy-like woman. Yang Liming saw Lin Yu say in a very calm voice, "Little thief, dual cultivation is also a method of cultivation, but not just any man and woman can cultivate together. My Jade Maiden Heart Sutra and your Innate Skill are originally incompatible. However, my young lady, Lin Chaoying, painstakingly created a dual cultivation technique that connects these two martial arts." Yang Liming understood immediately. It was probably created by Lin Chaoying so she could practice it with her cheap master, Wang Chongyang. Unfortunately, she died without ever having the chance to try it with Wang Chongyang. "Listen carefully, little thief," Lin Yu said, "the method of dual cultivation is actually very simple. First, activate the Innate Skill, then enter my body. Through our physical connection, your true energy flows through my body, and my Jade Maiden Heart Sutra true energy flows through your body, forming a circular cycle." Lin Yu was completely uninhibited at this point. With the help of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, she spoke of matters of the heart without any shame, clearly describing the flow of their true energy within each other's bodies. "Isn't true energy internal force?" Yang Liming asked curiously. According to the novels he had read before, true energy seemed to be a level higher than internal force, right? "Little thief, you really have no common sense about cultivation." After saying this, Lin Yu thought for a moment and then pursed her lips, saying, "That's true. There aren't many people in the world who have entered the Innate Realm, so naturally few people know that after entering the Innate Realm, internal energy undergoes a qualitative change. It can no longer be called internal energy; it should be called true qi." "Oh! I see!" Yang Liming now understood. No wonder he always felt that the internal energy in his body was very different from before. It felt more solidified. In his heart, he shouted at Xiaobai, "Xiaobai, you embarrassed your father! Why didn't you tell me that after reaching the Innate Realm, internal energy should be renamed true qi?" "I thought you knew this common sense," Xiaobai said, feeling wronged. Yang Liming suddenly remembered something important, scratched his head, chuckled, and said, "How could I forget about this? Oops, what if I need to pee? Sister, I remember there's no toilet in this room!" Lin Yu's face immediately flushed slightly, her calm composure shattered. She spat and scolded, "Why are you always thinking about these kinds of nonsense?" Then she wondered, if he didn't think about these strange things, he wouldn't be her little thief. Yang Liming said seriously, "I'm thinking about the most important thing in life! Didn't you say we'd 'do' it here for a few days? Think about it, who can go days without using the toilet?" "You, you're being cheeky. Everyone knows that even a master of innate cultivation can go days without using the toilet..." At this point, his face flushed, realizing he'd been tricked and almost said something indecent. "Alright, do you still want to start or not?" Lin Yu asked helplessly. "Of course I do!" Yang Liming hurriedly replied. Then, her eyes darted around. "Sister, I have one last question: When I enter you during dual cultivation, uh... can I move back and forth vigorously?" Lin Yu was exasperated, and the blush on her face returned. "You little rascal, you're really no good. We can't just get aroused during dual cultivation. Otherwise, we won't achieve the best results." Yang Liming immediately put on a mournful face. "Heavens! I can't move around during this kind of thing? Isn't that going to kill me?" Yang Liming felt he had suffered a great injustice. Lin Yu seemed to feel a little sorry for Yang Liming and whispered, "Little rascal, the first time during dual cultivation is the most effective. Can you just bear with it this time? From now on, from now on... I... I'll do whatever you want." Seeing that his sister had said this, Yang Liming couldn't make a fuss. She was only doing it for his own good. He smiled and patted his chest, saying, "Don't worry, sister. You know the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra to calm your mind during that time. I also have my own method. Watch closely." The method Yang Liming mentioned was naturally the Asura Demon Eye. Yang Liming slowly closed his eyes and activated his Asura Demon Eye to hypnotize himself. Lin Yu was surprised to find that Yang Liming's entire demeanor was gradually changing. At first, a murderous aura was released, then slowly receded, and another aura was forming. Lin Yu felt that this other aura gave people a feeling of quiet calmness. It was a faint feeling, as if she had used all her strength to activate the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra to temporarily return to her original indifferent self. Suddenly, Lin Yu saw Yang Liming open his eyes. At this moment, Yang Liming's eyes were so deep that Lin Yu felt she could not see the end of them, becoming pure and immaculate, like an immortal who had transcended the mortal world. Yang Liming said, "Sister, I'm ready. You can start now." His tone was just like Lin Yu's when they first met. The same indifference and lack of emotion. Lin Yu had been used to a calm state of mind since childhood. Seeing that Yang Liming was ready, she also withdrew her emotions and slowly calmed her heart. She focused all her strength on integrating the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra into her mind, temporarily forgetting all emotions. If Li Mochou saw Lin Yu now, she would definitely shout that her former master had returned. Lin Yu slowly took off her clothes, revealing her perfect jade-like body. Under normal circumstances, Yang Liming would definitely have the urge to have a nosebleed, but at this moment, Yang Liming simply admired Lin Yu's beautiful body as if it were a perfect object. After Lin Yu finished taking off her clothes, she said softly, "Little thief, you can take off your clothes now. We can begin." Hearing Lin Yu say this, Yang Liming nodded and quickly took off his clothes. In this calm state, Yang Liming's movements were also very fast. Perhaps it was the instinct of a lecher. Even in this state of abstinence, Yang Liming's manhood was already erect. Lin Yu climbed into Yang Liming's lap, sat on his legs, and positioned herself against his hard, massive member, saying, "Little thief, I'm ready. You can come in now." Although Yang Liming was in a state of detachment, his lecherous instincts still kicked in, and he felt a pang of regret. A woman's most precious first time, a virginity nurtured for decades! Losing it under such circumstances, unable to feel any passion, was somewhat of a pity for Lin Yu. Yang Liming held Lin Yu's shapely buttocks with both hands, aimed his enormous member at her vulva, and with a thrust of his hips, pulled Lin Yu's body towards him. He felt his penis deeply penetrate her tight body. Yang Liming assumed that without foreplay, Lin Yu's insides would be dry, but to his surprise, they were already wet. Therefore, it was relatively easy for Yang Liming to penetrate her deeply. In the blink of an eye, deep penetration occurred, and Lin Yu felt a sharp pain from their point of connection. Fortunately, she was over forty and her body was mature beyond its prime. Although still a virgin, the pain was less than that of a young girl. When Yang Liming fully entered her body, a powerful force surged from their point of contact, causing Lin Yu a moment of dizziness. She quickly regained her senses, realizing that Yang Liming's innate true energy had entered her body. She immediately began circulating the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, using the method taught to her by Lin Chaoying when she was still alive, to receive the true energy flowing into her body. After circulating it for one cycle, she returned it to Yang Liming's body. This cycle repeated itself. The two slowly changed their physiques, and their power increased rapidly. Immersed in cultivation, they lost track of time, though time continued to flow relentlessly. And so, the two naked people, in a way that would make one's nose bleed, sat on the warm jade bed, oblivious to the world around them, embracing each other, creating their own world.

Chapter 86: The Exposure of an Evil Incident - Mid-stage Innate Realm. When Yang Liming and Lin Yu first entered, the sisters didn't think much of it. However, after three days, they still hadn't emerged, and they started to worry. Nianci said, "Rong'er, didn't Sister Lin say it would only be two days? Now three days have passed." "It's alright, it's just that the cultivation time has been a little longer. My father often does this. He tells me it will be one or two days, but it ends up being three or four." But after the seventh day, not only Mu Nianci, but everyone in the ancient tomb was getting anxious. They all wondered if the two had gone mad from practicing their skills and died. If Lin Yu hadn't instructed them not to enter under any circumstances, lest they harm them, the girls would probably have rushed in to check. Little Long'er was also crying for her master. At this moment, Yang Liming and Lin Yu were incredibly floating in the air inside the secret chamber, both shrouded in white mist, their features obscured. The white mist churned and rolled in a dragon-like motion. At this moment, both of them were immersed in the blissful fusion of their minds and souls, completely oblivious to time. Their true energy, after seven days of fusion, was almost completely unified. If Yang Liming were to examine his inner self at this moment, he would discover that the true energy flowing through his body was about to break through from the initial stage of the Innate Realm to the mid-stage. They were now just one step away from reaching a realm previously attained only by Wang Chongyang. By the tenth day, the women in the ancient tomb were nearly driven mad. "Sister Rong'er, why haven't Master and the great lecher come out yet?" Li Mochou said, her voice trembling with tears. After all, even a super expert couldn't stay inside for ten days without food or drink. Xiao Zhao and Mu Nianci also looked at Huang Rong, as she was the most knowledgeable among them. "I...I don't know either. Father never told me about any kind of seclusion. Granny Sun, should we go in and check?" Huang Rong asked the oldest woman. "Let's wait a little longer. If the young master and young lady still haven't come out in three days, we'll go in and check," the old woman said, more composed. Hearing her say this, the other women all agreed that it was for the best. They wouldn't care about anything else then. On the eleventh day, Yang Liming and Lin Yu descended from the sky into the secret chamber, the white mist surrounding them gradually being absorbed into their bodies. On the twelfth day, the white mist around them had disappeared. Lin Yu's already delicate skin became even smoother and more alluring, shimmering with a jade-like radiance, like a goddess. Yang Liming's skin was also more "charming" than twelve days ago. Although his face shape hadn't changed much, his complexion could be described as flawless. If this guy woke up now and looked in the mirror, he would definitely shout, "Heavens! My manly heroic spirit is gone! Looks like I need to go out and sunbathe more often to become a real man and not a pretty boy!" Finally, another day passed, and Yang Liming and Lin Yu opened their eyes simultaneously. A glint of light flashed in their eyes, which they immediately concealed. An aura that would astound not only ordinary martial artists but even the Four Great Masters of the World emanated from the two. At this moment, Lin Yu and Yang Liming maintained that posture that would make anyone blush and their hearts race. They had emerged from their state of detachment, and Lin Yu's face immediately turned red. She felt a throbbing sensation inside her, and quickly pulled back, trying to extricate herself. As soon as Lin Yu moved, Yang Liming felt a surge of pleasure, letting out a comfortable moan. He grabbed Lin Yu's buttocks with both hands, pressing her slightly withdrawn body back down. "Ah! Oh!" Both of them involuntarily let out a beautiful moan because of Yang Liming's action. Even the usually dignified fairy-like sister was blushing deeply, her breath coming in short, gasping gasps as she said, "Little thief, should we go out first? I don't know how much time has passed. It seems like much more than two days. I was wrong to be so withdrawn back then. Granny Sun and the others must be very worried." Yang Liming, now slowly thrusting inside the fairy sister's body, leered and said, "I've only been here a short while. Anyway, so much time has passed, a little bit more won't matter. I've been holding back for who knows how many days. Now that I can finally have some real sex, I won't stop even if the sky falls. Oh, good sister, you're so tight down there." Lin Yu, hearing this, couldn't help but say, "You little lecher... ah, be gentle. They'll worry. Ah, don't move so fast. Let go of me first." Yang Liming refused to let go of Lin Yu at this moment. He had only held back then to increase his power and increase his life-saving capital in the future. If he held back now, he wouldn't be a man. Yang Liming then stroked her and said lewdly, "Sister, your skin seems even smoother, almost transparent. Since this is your first time, I'll move a little slower." Yang Liming slowed his thrusting. Looking at the beautiful face beneath him, he sighed, "My luck with women is just too good. Before I got Xiaobai, I never even dared to dream of a woman like her." He couldn't help but feel a little grateful to the Atlantis civilization, and even more grateful to the gods who destroyed it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had Xiaobai. Lin Yu deeply loved her little man and naturally didn't refuse Yang Liming's actions. She had only tried to escape earlier out of natural female shyness. Now, seeing Yang Liming thrusting on top of her, she closed her eyes and let her little thief do as he pleased. With Yang Liming's thrusting... Lin Yu moaned, her body swaying up and down. Her two mature breasts, much larger than those of young girls like Huang Rong, trembled shyly. Yang Liming, seeing those firm breasts, could no longer resist. He lowered his head and took his fairy sister's firm breast into his mouth, sucking on the red cherry. At the same time, his lower body began to accelerate, the movements becoming more and more intense. The sound of water filled the air. Poor Lin Yu, this was her first time, and she couldn't withstand Yang Liming's simultaneous attack from above and below. She immediately began to pant and moan. Yang Liming rode on Lin Yu's jade-like body with extreme pleasure for nearly an hour, until Lin Yu reached her third climax. Finally, Yang Liming quickly made his last hundred or so thrusts, let out a low roar, and tightly embraced his fairy sister, penetrating her to the deepest part of her body, ejaculating all his essence into her. The two of them were stuck together like a lump of mud, not wanting to move an inch. "Master, you lecherous scoundrel, are you alright?" Just then, the stone door slowly opened. The little girl's head peeked in. "Ah! You lecherous scoundrel are bullying Master!" "Ah..." "Ah..." "Ah..." The second "ah" was naturally Lin Yu's. Seeing this scene, especially with her little lover's penis still deeply buried inside, almost made her die of shame. The third "ah" came from Xiao Zhao, who followed Li Mochou in. Although Xiao Zhao reacted quickly and immediately turned around to stop Huang Rong and Mu Nianci behind her, she still managed to catch a glimpse of spring in the training room. They all screamed. After the screams, all the women at the door rustled and slipped away as fast as they could. Even the little girl Li Mochou, who had been stunned at first, was no exception. "It's all your fault, you little lecherous scoundrel! How am I supposed to face them now?" Lin Yu's face was almost bleeding. Her little hands kept pounding Yang Liming's chest. She almost went crazy just now. "Hehehe, what does it matter, dear sister? They're all your family too. At worst, I'll have them all strip naked for you to see later," Yang Liming said with a lewd smile. In his heart, he thought it was a good thing Granny Sun didn't come. She was probably taking care of Xiaolong'er. Otherwise, not only Lin Yu, but he himself would have been mortified. His reaction would probably be the same as Lin Yu's. (Chapter 87 transition)

The current reaction in Chapter 87 is probably similar to Lin Yu's. "What! Them! All of them! Do you also have bad intentions towards Mo Chou?" Lin Yu had caught him red-handed. She grabbed Yang Liming's waist and pinched it. "Ouch! Sister, have mercy! Mo Chou is just a child. Do you think I'm that bad?" Yang Liming quickly said. However, the guilty expression on his face didn't seem believable at all. "Hmph! She's already fourteen years old, not a child anymore. And you are indeed that bad. Don't think I don't know what you did to Mo Chou when you first sneaked into the Ancient Tomb and walked on the Jade Bed." Lin Yu mercilessly pointed out the hateful thing someone had done to ruin the nation's future. "Hehehehe, sister, how can you doubt my good character like that?" Yang Liming couldn't say anything at this point. He could only scratch his head and laugh foolishly, hoping to get away with it. Lin Yu stared at him for a while, making Yang Liming feel uneasy. Only then did her expression soften as she said, "Actually, giving that girl to you isn't out of the question." "What!" Yang Liming was stunned, thinking he had misheard. "Why not? Then I'll marry that girl off as soon as possible," Lin Yu said. "Ah, no, actually I..." Yang Liming wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it. He couldn't very well tell Lin Yu that he had designs on both of them, master and disciple. Lin Yu looked at his expression and chuckled. "I knew you had bad intentions. Never mind, as long as Mochou is willing, I won't object." "Uh, sister, that little girl is your disciple. Don't you think that...?" Yang Liming was dumbfounded. "Is it immoral? Your sister isn't a rigid guy like Wang Chongyang. Even if Mochou marries you, I'll still be her master. Does she think she'll disown me?" Lin Yu said. Long live! Long live! Yang Liming kept shouting in his heart. He had found a wife who was both generous and open-minded. This position of first wife, based on what the fairy sister said, was already decided by her. Without fail, half an hour later, Lin Yu and Yang Liming emerged from the secret chamber. They found the girls, Little Dragon Girl, and Granny Sun roasting rabbit meat in the grove outside the ancient tomb. It was already cooked. They knew Yang Liming and Lin Yu must be very hungry after being away for so many days. Upon meeting, both sides blushed slightly. (Yang Liming was an exception. He was a bit thick-skinned, and besides, in his eyes, the girls before him were his current or future wives—what was there to be shy about?) "Good wives, you're so good; you know your brother is hungry." Yang Liming grabbed some roasted meat from the grill and started eating. The taste was, of course, excellent. Several of his wives were top-notch chefs. If Hong Qigong were here, he would fight tooth and nail for it. For the next few hours, Yang Liming was immersed in the gentle embrace of his wives. He also distributed Great Rejuvenation Pills to the women to help them improve their skills. Huang Rong and Xiao Zhao, who had already taken the pills, were spared. Lin Yu didn't need any either. Because for innate masters, the Great Rejuvenation Pill only had the effect of healing and restoring qi; it couldn't improve their skills at all. Otherwise, Shaolin Temple would have already produced a group of super masters. Although Shaolin Temple didn't have many Great Rejuvenation Pills. In the following days, Yang Liming and his wives... The woman practiced martial arts and flirted with him. In his spare time, he often teased the little girl, because he had recently noticed that, perhaps due to witnessing him and a woman engaging in sexual acts twice, the little girl's eyes were becoming increasingly watery when she looked at him. Moreover, the usually mischievous girl often became shy in his presence. Yang Liming felt that this little girl was growing up quickly; after a while, she could be "harvested." This routine lasted for a month. During this month, Qiu Chuji, Yang Tiexin, and their group, who had gone to seek revenge on Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang, returned in disarray. Wang Chuyi and Yang Tiexin were both seriously injured; if Yang Liming hadn't brought them many healing elixirs, they probably would have had to go to Dali to disturb Master Yideng. "That's it." Qiu Chuji returned, indignantly shouting "traitorous disciple!" It turned out that when they went to find Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang, the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan discovered Mei Chaofeng's whereabouts and, along with Guo Jing, gave chase. Only four remained to go to the Prince's mansion in the capital, where they were ambushed by Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang. Yang Kang completely ignored them; one of them was his master, and the other was his biological father. Among the ambush was the formidable Qiu Qianren, whom they were no match for. In the end, if it weren't for the unexpected appearance of the Old Urchin who startled Qiu Qianren away, they probably wouldn't have returned. Of course, although Qiu Chuji and the others escaped, they made some polite promises. They told Yang Kang to come to the original... In the novel, the Misty Rain Pavilion came to settle all grudges. Yang Kang and his adoptive father naturally agreed arrogantly. Yang Liming heard that the Misty Rain Pavilion agreement in the original novel had come to pass in a different way, and he knew he should do something. It was already June 30th. The Beggars' Sect assembly was on July 15th, and he should join in the fun. He also wanted to get involved in the war between the Mongols and the Jurchens, making these guys, who were equivalent to ancient Japan, fight as badly as possible, like dogs biting each other. It was all for the sake of the people of the Great Song Dynasty, who were also Han Chinese in this world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. He also needed to go to the Great Song Dynasty's imperial palace. Who knows, he might even have the chance to give the emperor a cuckold's horns. Hehehe. The stars shone brightly in the sky. A masked figure sneaked towards the Chongyang Palace of the Quanzhen Sect. This person was naturally Yang Liming. He had just bid farewell to the women, saying that he was going to kill some Jurchens and Mongols to do something for the people of the Great Song Dynasty. He also wanted to avenge his father-in-law, Yang Tiexin, and bring Yang Kang back. The women, including Nianci, Xiao Zhao, and Lin Yu, nodded enthusiastically upon hearing this. These three women were often concerned with the plight of the common people, and naturally wouldn't object to their husbands' important business. Only Huang Rong and Li Mochou insisted on going along, but Yang Liming flatly refused. He reasoned that having these two young girls come along would disrupt his original plans (mainly his pursuit of women; Yang Liming felt he still had several targets to conquer in *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*). Furthermore, if he wasn't careful enough and they got hurt, he would be the one who suffered. After all, they weren't as skilled as Lin Yu, and Lin Yu, accustomed to living in the Ancient Tomb, didn't want to leave, much like Xiaolongnu in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. Huang Rong and the little girl protested Yang Liming's refusal. Only when Yang Liming brought out a bunch of modern toys, like a 'camera,' to distract them did they finally leave. However, before leaving, he was still threatened by the two girls. "Brother Ming, if you don't come back soon, Rong'er won't speak to you for a month." "Yes, Sister Rong'er is right. If you, you lecherous thief, don't come back soon, I'll sneak out to find you." — "Who are you? What business do you have in my Quanzhen Sect? Leave quickly, or don't blame us for being impolite." Two young Taoist priests outside Chongyang Palace held swords and looked warily at the man in black before them. Everyone knew that someone dressed like this, sneaking into the Quanzhen Sect, must have ill intentions. Yang Liming laughed arrogantly upon hearing their words, "Who am I? You two young Taoist priests are not worthy to know. Anyway, you know that I'm here to cause trouble in your Quanzhen Sect. Quickly call your elders out to face their deaths." The reason Yang Liming dressed like this to come to the Quanzhen Sect was to fight the Tiangang Beidou Formation. He hadn't fought a true master since reaching the mid-stage of the Innate Realm. He felt a little itchy. He wasn't quite sure how powerful he was now. And the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were undoubtedly the best choice to measure his current martial arts strength. Although the Seven Masters would readily agree to a sparring match—after all, it's only right that their junior brother wants to exchange blows with them—they would inevitably hold back, falling far short of Yang Liming's standards. It's better to disguise himself and make them mistake him for an enemy, forcing them to use their full strength against him. Of course, he can also use this opportunity to test the power of the Big Dipper and joke around with his senior brothers. Heh heh, they shouldn't be angry, right?

Chapter 88: The Heavenly Dipper Formation "How dare you! You bastard! Do you know where you are? If you don't leave, this Taoist priest won't be polite!" One of the fat Taoist priests, rolling up his sleeves, shouted, his fat face jiggling as he cursed, looking utterly deserving of a beating. Another echoed the fat Taoist priest's curses. Yang Liming was now somewhat enraged. If it weren't for the fact that they were all his disciples and grand-disciples, and didn't know his identity, he would have definitely taught the person who dared to curse him a lesson that would leave them half-paralyzed. "Who are your masters? How can you be so ill-mannered?" Yang Liming said coldly. "Who our masters are is none of your business, you shameless bastard!" Seeing that Yang Liming still wouldn't leave, the little Taoist priest reached forward with a fat paw to grab Yang Liming's collar. Yang Liming saw that he was still using foul language, and his anger flared up. Seeing that he was going to be disrespectful to him, how could he let him succeed? He grabbed the fat Taoist priest's wrist and pinned it behind his back. Seeing his senior brother captured, the other young Taoist priest, knowing the newcomers were powerful, ran away without any "loyalty." He shouted as he ran, "Help! Someone's causing trouble for our Quanzhen Sect!" Yang Liming ignored him. He turned to the fat young Taoist priest, whose wrist was aching and sweating from his grip, and said, "Now you can tell me who your master is, right? Huh?" "You...you better let me go! Otherwise, if my master Zhao Zhijing and my grandmasters come, you'll be in big trouble!" Upon hearing this, Yang Liming exclaimed, "So this is the disciple of some notorious traitor! No wonder he's so ill-mannered." Yang Liming remembered that Zhao Zhijing's disciple in *The Return of the Condor Heroes* had also become a traitor, just like him. It seemed he, the nominal sect leader, would have to clean house when he had time. He slapped the fat little Taoist and knocked him unconscious. He swaggered into Chongyang Palace. The fleeing Taoist's cry alerted the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, who rushed out with their disciples. Seeing a man in black inside Chongyang Palace, they surrounded him. Ma Yu cupped his hands and asked, "Who are you? Why have you trespassed into my Quanzhen Sect without cause?" "You don't need to know who I am. I've already said it. Just know I'm here to cause trouble for your Quanzhen Sect," Yang Liming said in a different tone. "Senior brother, there's no need to be polite. This person is sneaking into Chongyang Palace at night; he's definitely not a good person. Let's take him down first." “Sun Bu’er and Qiu Chuji said. The other disciples nodded in agreement. Ma Yu hesitated for a moment and then nodded, saying, “Alright.” He then said to Yang Liming, “Since you are unwilling to show your true face, we have no choice but to offend you. Our Quanzhen Sect is not a place where just anyone can barge in.” “Why so much nonsense? If you’re going to fight, then hurry up. I advise all of you Daoists to come at me together,” Yang Liming said. What he said was true, but Qiu Chuji couldn’t stand it anymore. He jumped out and said coldly, “You look down on our Quanzhen Sect too much. Although I am not good enough, I will first come to learn from your superior skills.” Yang Liming did not answer him but released his aura. With a loud bang, he stomped his foot on the ground. The sound wave generated made everyone in Chongyang Palace dizzy. The seven disciples were all shocked. The disciples they brought all cried out in alarm. “It seems that I overestimated myself.” Qiu Chuji walked back to the other six disciples. Although he was hot-tempered and impulsive, he was not ungrateful. He would never do something he knew was impossible. Ma Yu's face was grave. This person's martial arts were so terrifying. In our Quanzhen Sect, perhaps only Junior Brother Yang, who was in seclusion in the back mountain, had martial arts that could rival his. Although it was still unknown whether he was friend or foe, at least from the current perspective, the possibility of him being an enemy was definitely greater than that of a friend. Let's take him down first. Suddenly, Ma Yu chanted, "I have lived in this place for decades." Then he stepped forward and stood in a position. Immediately afterward, Tan Chuduan, who was second in seniority, recited, "Disheveled hair, long days, walking like a madman." Liu Chuxuan, who was third in seniority, was not to be outdone. He jumped and stood in a position behind him, and then he chanted in a long voice, "Under the Begonia Pavilion, Chongyangzi." "The seven disciples stepped forward, recited a line, and then took their places. Yang Liming almost burst out laughing. He wanted to say to them, 'Brothers! What are you reciting? Are you here to fight or to compete in poetry? If you always recite a poem to prepare when facing a strong enemy, you'll probably be wiped out in no time. Luckily, this time it was someone like me who didn't have any malicious intent. If it were someone like Qiu Qianren, they would have already taken advantage of that moment to launch a sneak attack.' Ma Yu was positioned as Tian Shu, Tan Chu Duan as Tian Xuan, Liu Chu Xuan as Tian Ji, and Qiu Chu Ji as Tian Quan, the four forming the Dipper's head; Wang Chu Yi was positioned as Yu Heng, Hao Da Tong as Kai Yang, and Sun Bu Er as Yao Guang, the three forming the Dipper's handle." Of the seven stars in the Big Dipper, Tianquan is the dimmest, yet it occupies the most crucial position where the handle and stem meet. Therefore, it is the position of Qiu Chuji, the strongest of the seven, who is responsible for its placement. Yuheng, the main star of the handle, is the position of Wang Chuyi, the second strongest. Yang Liming waited until his several junior brothers had all set up their formations before arrogantly laughing, "Are you all ready? Then let me test your 'Big Dipper' formation!" With that, he turned and swiftly approached a rather beautiful young woman from the Quanzhen Sect who was watching. She was probably a disciple of Sun Bu'er, and likely a lay disciple, as Yang Liming noticed she wasn't wearing a Taoist robe. In a flash, almost imperceptibly, he pinched her startled face, smiled, and snatched the long sword tightly clutched in her hand. Of course, he also discreetly took her hand. The other members of the Quanzhen Sect were completely taken aback by the actions of the man in black they had seen. Sun Bu'er even gasped in surprise. They only relaxed when they saw the man in black had only taken the sword from the little girl. The little girl stared blankly as her sword was taken from her. Looking at the man in black returning to his master and uncles, she remembered her cheek had been pinched. Feeling as if everyone was watching her, her face flushed crimson. She almost cried with embarrassment, timidly hiding behind her close friends, secretly watching the scene unfold. Yang Liming, sword in hand, swiftly flicked his wrist, unleashing a wide horizontal slash simultaneously towards Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, and Hao Datong, whose martial arts were relatively stronger. Yang Liming feared the Seven Masters of Quanzhen couldn't withstand the attack. Therefore, he only used sixty percent of his power, thinking that even so, he could force his opponents to dodge. However, this was not the case. The three men stood motionless, their swords simultaneously thrusting towards his. At the same time, the other four attacked his brow and eyes with one sword, his chest with another, and his left and right calves with the remaining two. However, the "Heavenly Dipper Formation" was a formation painstakingly created by Wang Chongyang, the master of the world's number one martial artist. It was not to be trifled with. The most powerful aspect of this formation was that when the enemy attacked, the one directly in front did not need to exert any effort to defend, but instead, his companions would launch a flanking attack, employing a strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao." Or, once the formation activated, the seven men's hands and shoulders would be linked, their power flowing together, as if one person possessed the martial arts of several. Even if they directly blocked the opponent's attack, they would not be afraid. It was indeed unstoppable. Yang Liming was caught off guard and was forced to retreat several steps, dodging the swords of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Under normal circumstances, even if Yang Liming did not dodge, given the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's skill... Their swords couldn't possibly pierce Yang Liming's body. They would only be deflected by his powerful protective inner energy. But now, the seven men's inner energy seemed to be connected. The merging of seven energies into one caused a qualitative change. Yang Liming saw that their swords were clearly imbued with innate inner energy. For a moment, Yang Liming almost hallucinated. He seemed to see the seven men transform into one person, and this person was an innate master. Being an innate master was one thing, but fourteen hands wielding seven swords were attacking him. "No wonder in the original story, even Huang Yaoshi, who was proficient in formations and had reached the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm, couldn't break the Heavenly Dipper Formation and even felt a sense of being suppressed. Although my power is higher than Huang Yaoshi's, having reached the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, I don't understand formations at all. Without using Ambidextrous Fighting or explosions, I probably can't defeat the Heavenly Dipper Formation in a short time. The entire Chongyang Palace was filled with flying sword energy and true energy. The third-generation disciples brought by the Seven Sons couldn't take it anymore and all hid far away, lest they be accidentally turned into pincushions or smashed into meat patties by the eight people fighting fiercely in the arena. That would be a complete injustice."

Chapter 89: The Dipper Formation of the Heavenly Dipper and the Earthly Dipper lest the eight people engaged in fierce combat in the arena accidentally turn them into hedgehogs or smash them into meat patties. That would be utterly unjust! Yang Liming seized an opportunity and, no longer holding back, struck Ma Yu with his full power. Seeing Yang Liming's sword coming, Ma Yu remained calm and stood firmly in the "Tian Shu" position, parrying Yang Liming's sword without using force. However, Tan Chuduan behind him had already placed his left palm on Ma Yu's shoulder, and the other five also placed their palms on the shoulders of the people in front of them one after another. The seven of them combined their full power, which was transmitted along the Big Dipper Formation and transformed into innate true qi. Yang Liming's fierce sword was actually blocked by Ma Yu. With a whoosh, Yang Liming staggered back two steps, his heart filled with shock. The power of the mid-stage innate qi had actually been blocked. The Dipper Formation of the Heavenly Dipper was truly formidable. Although the Seven Masters of Quanzhen had retreated several steps, leaving deep craters in the ground, barely managing to stand, they were still quite proud. The attack they had blocked was one that even their master, the greatest martial artist in the world, Wang Chongyang, wouldn't dare to easily withstand. The Seven Masters were utterly astonished. What an extraordinary master! He single-handedly withstood their Quanzhen Sect's signature move, the Heavenly Dipper Formation, and still held the upper hand. Moreover, it seemed the opponent had held back. Could it be one of the Eastern Heretic and Western Poison? But this thought was immediately dismissed by the Seven Masters. Not to mention that even the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar would find it difficult to defeat the Heavenly Dipper Formation. The age alone didn't match; the voice of the person before them clearly indicated a young age. Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that one of the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar had recently achieved a qualitative breakthrough in their skills and was pretending to be young to tease them. Now, Yang Liming roughly understood his own strength. He could say that if he used ambidextrous fighting... He was already invincible among all the characters he knew from The Legend of the Condor Heroes. Even if Wang Chongyang were resurrected, he wouldn't be a match for him. Even without using the Ambidextrous Technique, he was roughly on par with Wang Chongyang at his peak. Although he had measured his current martial arts strength, it would be quite boring if they didn't fight to a draw with the Big Dipper Formation. Yang Liming let out a long roar and stepped towards the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Pushing his movement technique to its limit, each step he took left a deep footprint in the ground. The ground, cracked by his astonishing power, spewed up dust and gravel. The scene was utterly terrifying. The third and even fourth generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, watching from afar but not daring to approach, swallowed hard. "Heavens! What kind of monster is this? Could it be a martial god descended to earth?" Everyone in the Quanzhen Sect thought the same thing. They had never imagined that martial arts could be cultivated to such a terrifying level. Although the seven disciples were all pale with fear, they remained steadfast and showed no sign of weakness. They understood that in battle, even the slightest fear would completely extinguish any remaining resistance. Seeking neither merit nor demerit, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen knew that defeating their opponent was extremely difficult. Therefore, they chose to rely on the flexibility of the Big Dipper Formation for a desperate defense. It's true that if the Big Dipper Formation only focused on defense and not offense, it would be like a giant tortoise shell. After all, the Big Dipper Formation was left by Wang Chongyang for the Seven Masters of Quanzhen to protect themselves, naturally prioritizing defense over offense. Yang Liming unleashed his full power several times, relying on his profound and extreme skill to make the Seven Masters of Quanzhen teeter on the brink of collapse, but he couldn't completely defeat them. However, everyone believed that the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's defeat was inevitable, as they were completely overwhelmed. Just then, Ma Yu in the formation frowned. Realizing this situation couldn't continue, and that this person's martial arts were already terrifyingly powerful, like a demon, Ma Yu knew the Heavenly Dipper Formation would soon be broken. He made a decision, regardless of the ridicule from the martial world. If this person had come with malicious intent, and their seven-person formation was broken, the Quanzhen Sect would be at their mercy. Suddenly, Ma Yu shouted, "Your martial arts are extremely powerful! The Seven Masters of Quanzhen are humbled. However, the Quanzhen Sect is not limited to the Seven Masters! All disciples, listen to my command! Deploy the 'Reverse Heavenly Dipper Formation'!" "!! Ma Yu was already helpless. The black-clad man's martial arts skills made him realize that their seven-person Heavenly Dipper Formation was no match for him. Now, their only option was to rely on their numerical advantage to gang up on him. Although the Seven Masters of Quanzhen were used to ganging up on each other (all seven of them attacking together), they were still considered a unified force in the eyes of the martial arts world. Seven of them attacking together wasn't too shameful. But if the entire sect were to fight one person, even the Seven Masters of Quanzhen would feel embarrassed. Let alone other martial arts practitioners!!! "Roar! !" "Upon hearing Ma Yu's command, the disciples throughout the square roared in unison, amplifying their power. Like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, these disciples, though utterly astonished by Yang Liming's martial arts, were now using the 'Positive and Negative Heavenly Dipper' formation alongside their fellow disciples. This formation was their invincible 'divine' formation, long since touted to the skies by the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. They would boast about it to their disciples every day, thinking, 'Even if you, the masked man in black, are truly as powerful as a god, you are still just one person. You may be a god, but we have a divine formation!' 'Stop, stop, I have something to say.'" Seeing the hundreds of Taoist priests with overwhelming momentum, Yang Liming quickly cleaved through the Seven Masters of Quanzhen with his sword, raised his hands, and shouted. He hadn't expected his senior brothers to be even more shameless than himself, actually wanting hundreds of them to attack at once. He wasn't afraid of hundreds of people. With his current martial arts skills, let alone hundreds, even thousands, as long as they weren't a well-equipped and well-trained army or cavalry, Yang Liming didn't think they could do anything to him. But if it was a group of guys with decent martial arts skills using a counter-formation even more advanced than the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's small formation, and shamelessly attacking him... If you can't even land a full-blown beating on someone, then no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you'll be scrambling around like a rat in a sorry state. No wonder the Quanzhen Sect could maintain its former prestige in the martial arts world after Wang Chongyang's death; the two large and small formations left behind by Wang Chongyang were absolutely crucial. Without these two formations, the Quanzhen Sect, while still a major sect, would never have achieved its current status, almost equivalent to half of the Taishan and Beidou sects in the martial arts world. After all, the Quanzhen Sect had no outstanding masters after Wang Chongyang's death. The Iron Palm Clan still had Qiu Qianren. "What else do you have to say, sir?" Ma Yu stopped and clasped his hands in greeting when he saw Yang Liming jump away. "Hehehe, I say, fellow Daoists, we don't seem to have such deep hatred, do you? Is it worth risking the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect to fight me?" Yang Liming said casually. "Hmph, you sneaked into the Quanzhen Sect and even started a fight with us. Isn't that a grudge?" "Sun Bu'er stepped forward and said. The other disciples nodded in agreement, their beards bristling and eyes wide. "Hahaha, it's only natural for me to fight you all." Yang Liming no longer bothered to lower his voice. Before the seven disciples could react to his sudden change in tone, he ripped off the black cloth covering his face and said mockingly, "Fellow senior brothers and sisters, I, the nominal sect leader who doesn't interfere, will now do the first thing for my disciples. That is to test the martial arts and combat abilities of all my disciples. Isn't that only natural?" "Junior Brother Yang! How could it be you!" The seven disciples of Quanzhen were all dumbfounded and stood there. "Ah! Sect Leader!" The other disciples stared in disbelief at the grinning man in the center of the arena. They'd been on edge all day, thinking they'd encountered the greatest enemy in the history of the Quanzhen Sect, and that they might be facing their heroic deaths. But this guy had suddenly told them in a cheeky tone, "I'm here to test your martial arts and your reaction time. So don't blame me for waking you all up in the middle of the night." One word: stunned. Two words: utterly stunned.

Chapter Ninety: Cheng Yaojia and Yang Liming, seeing everyone staring blankly at them, struck a pose with an air of arrogance and said, "Today, I, the sect leader, have come to test your martial arts and your ability to react to the arrival of a powerful enemy. The results are satisfactory. However, all of you still need to improve your martial arts. Otherwise, how can we maintain our position as the number one sect in the world?" "So it was you, kid! You almost gave us old folks a fright!" The Seven Masters of Quanzhen had now recovered and all rushed over, patting Yang Liming on the shoulder. "Hehehe, I just felt itchy and wanted to spar with you senior brothers. You senior brothers won't blame me, will you?" Yang Liming said, feigning pitifulness. "Hahaha. Junior brother, I was quite angry with that arrogant masked man in black just now. But after finding out it was you, I'm only happy! Our Quanzhen Sect has a bright future! Although I knew you had reached the Innate Realm, I didn't expect you to have completely reached the level of our master." Qiu Chuji patted Yang Liming's shoulder loudly and laughed heartily. "Yes, yes! Now, all those Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar are sidelined. Next time at the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, everyone will know that the number one in the world is still our Quanzhen Sect." Even the decades-old Sun Bu'er jumped up like a little girl. Heaven knows how much they had sacrificed to preserve the Quanzhen Sect's position in the martial arts world after their master's death. The others also laughed heartily. Ma Yu pulled Yang Liming to the front of all the Quanzhen Sect disciples and loudly proclaimed, "I know you were all quite dissatisfied with us giving the position of sect leader to Uncle Yang, who is about your age. If it weren't for the insistence of us seven old folks, you might have all jumped out to object. But now, how come you all admire our sect leader?" Yang Liming hadn't expected Ma Yu to seize the opportunity to promote him as sect leader and elevate his status among the Quanzhen Sect disciples. However, he was happy to accept it. In fact, even without the Quanzhen Sect disciples uttering the words "admired," everyone already knew the answer. Just look at how the disciples present were looking at Yang Liming as if he were an idol. These young Taoists hadn't seen much of the world. They originally thought their seven grandmasters (masters) were already the most skilled martial artists in the world. But they hadn't expected that even with the combined power of the seven of them using the Big Dipper Formation, they still couldn't defeat the sect leader before them. Seeing that he was about the same age as them, who else would they idolize if not him? Soon, shouts of "Sect Leader is invincible!" and a chorus of flattery filled Chongyang Palace. Even someone as thick-skinned as Yang Liming felt a little embarrassed. Suddenly, Yang Liming noticed a shy little girl hiding in the crowd, looking at him furtively. It was the girl whose sword he had taken from her. He picked up his sword and walked up to her, saying, "Little sister, what's your name? Thank you for your sword." "Ah!" The little girl blushed. Yang Liming could tell at a glance that she was a very shy and innocent little sister. "I...I...I...I..." she stammered for a long time, unable to say anything. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Yang Liming. Finally, Sun Bu'er couldn't stand it anymore. He walked up to his disciple and said, "Yaojia, this is our Quanzhen Sect's leader. Hurry up and greet your master. What are you standing there for?" Yang Liming exclaimed, "Ha! The shy little girl Cheng Yaojia from the original story, so it's her! What's she doing here on Zhongnan Mountain? Oh right, she's Sun Bu'er's lay disciple. It's only right that she comes to see her master." Looking at his timid little disciple... Sun Bu'er said again, "Quickly call him Martial Uncle. Do exactly what I've taught you." Cheng Jiayao then realized what was happening. "Oh, so you're Martial Uncle. This humble girl—oh, I mean, junior Cheng Yaojia—greets Martial Uncle Yang." Seeing that Yang Liming was still in the posture of handing over the sword, she quickly snatched the sword from her junior uncle's hand. Suddenly realizing she had been a bit rude to her elder, she quickly blushed and said, "I'm sorry, Martial Uncle, this junior was rude." "Hehe, the sword was originally yours. What's so rude about it?" Yang Liming looked at the girl's shy expression and her forced composure. He felt a surge of affection for her. However, he knew he couldn't show it now. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were all watching. If he flirted with a pretty woman as he usually did, those old fogies would probably all come and pressure him with ethics and morality. After all, Cheng Jiayao was now his niece. However, he should have a good chat with this shy girl when they meet again when no one is around. Turning around, he said, "Fellow disciples, I came here today mainly to tell you that I have some business to attend to and must go down the mountain. Let's meet again at the Misty Rain Pavilion in Jiaxing on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the fifteenth of August." Yang Liming knew that since Qiu Chuji had declared he would settle his score with Yang Kang at the Misty Rain Pavilion, all seven Quanzhen disciples would definitely go. So he said this to reassure them. With their invincible junior brother there, nothing Yang Kang, Wanyan Honglie, or Qiu Qianren and the Iron Palm Gang would be of any use. After Yang Liming finished speaking, he walked out the door under the admiring gazes of all the Quanzhen disciples. "Junior brother, wait!" "What's wrong?" Yang Liming turned to look at Sun Bu'er in confusion. He saw her pulling Cheng Yaojia to Yang Liming's side and saying, "Jia Yao is also going back today. But senior sister is worried that something might happen to her if she goes home alone. Originally, senior sister planned to personally escort her." "But since Junior Brother is going down the mountain, why don't you escort Senior Sister's disciple along the way?" "No need, no need. I can walk by myself. I won't trouble you, Uncle." Cheng Yaojia waved her hands repeatedly. After speaking, she glanced at Yang Liming somewhat embarrassedly. "How can that be?" Sun Bu'er objected, "The world is so chaotic now, how can a little girl like you run around alone? Let your Uncle escort you." Seeing her master's determination, Cheng Yaojia didn't object anymore. She glanced at Yang Liming and said, "Then Yaojia will trouble Uncle." "No trouble at all, I am your Uncle. It is only right to do a little thing for you." Yang Liming said sincerely. In his heart, he was overjoyed. Looking at Cheng Yaojia's charming little face, he really wanted to hug Sun Bu'er's old face and kiss him. Then he shouted, "Senior Sister, you are so good to your Junior Brother. You even sent your favorite disciple over." Of course, Cheng Yaojia and her master were unaware of someone's wicked intentions. On the contrary, Cheng Yaojia found this uncle quite approachable, unlike the sternness of other elders. She then recalled his earlier teasing and how he had single-handedly overwhelmed her, her revered master, and the other senior uncles, forming a formidable "Heavenly Dipper Formation," leaving her breathless and her face flushed. Sun Bu'er found this strange; while her disciple was usually a little shy, she had never been this frequently shy. However, she didn't dwell on it and pushed her disciple into the wolf's embrace before going about her own business. Cheng Yaojia silently followed Yang Liming down the mountain. And so he went. Yang Liming neither rode a horse nor used anything beyond his era for transportation; he simply walked, enjoying the scenery along the way. Innate masters need to experience nature more to break through their existing realms more quickly. Because after reaching the Innate level, mental cultivation is also very important. Otherwise, increasing power too quickly can easily lead to qi deviation. At first, no matter how Yang Liming teased her, she would only give shy, simple replies. Later, she gradually felt that this martial uncle seemed quite easy to get along with. Cheng Yaojia also slowly became willing to talk to Yang Liming more. Gradually, she opened up and became more talkative. Shy people are like this; once they become familiar, they become quite talkative. "And then? What happened next? Did Little Dragon Girl just die like that? Martial Uncle, please tell me!" Cheng Yaojia grabbed Yang Liming's arm and shook it anxiously. Completely forgetting "respect for teachers," Yang Liming chuckled and said, "Like I said, if you call me Brother Yang, I'll continue." "It turns out that Yang Liming was slowly walking while telling Cheng Yaojia the story of The Return of the Condor Heroes. He made slight modifications to the characters' names to amuse the young girl. When he got to the part where Little Dragon Girl jumped off the Broken Heart Cliff, seeing Cheng Yaojia listening intently, he suddenly thought, why not ask her to change how she addresses him? To get closer to her, that's how the scene just now happened. You know, a martial uncle can't woo a girl who calls him that, while a brother, unless it's ancient times or a blood relative, can woo her much more easily." Hearing Yang Liming say this, Cheng Yaojia blushed again and stammered, "How can I do that? You're my martial uncle, if Master finds out she'll definitely scold me." "So you don't want to hear the rest of the story?" Yang Liming said, as if he had her cornered. "I do want to," Cheng Yaojia said, looking at Yang Liming hopefully. She hadn't had many friends growing up. Because she was from a wealthy family, she usually stayed at home with her maids, rarely venturing out. Going out wasn't easy for her. This time, she finally managed to go out with her master and met Yang Liming, with whom she chatted and laughed. If it were anyone else, she would naturally call him "Big Brother," and she'd be more than happy to accept. But since this man was her martial uncle, she didn't dare to speak. "Alright, then from now on, when there are other people around, you can still call me 'Martial Uncle.' When we're alone, just call me 'Big Brother Yang,' okay?" Yang Liming compromised. Cheng Yaojia thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "That's more like it, but you can't tell my master, okay?" Yang Liming readily agreed. "Call me that! If you do, I'll continue." "Brother Yang," Cheng Yaojia called softly, her face flushed.Finally, Yang Liming, satisfied with being called "Brother Yang," chuckled lewdly, "Good little sister, so obedient." Then, as if injected with stimulants, he launched into a tirade of the story of The Return of the Condor Heroes, watching Cheng Jiayao repeatedly lament the end of Guo Xiang's relationship with Yang Guo and express her joy at Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu's happy ending. Yang Liming, in his old habit, was about to launch into a few flirtatious remarks when she suddenly looked up, her face flushed, and hurriedly said, "Brother Yang, stay here and don't move. I have to go. I'll be right back."
(This collection gets increasingly explicit and wicked as you read on. The earlier sex scenes are just seasoning. Of course, the main focus is on the content. Without content, no amount of explicit content is meaningful. Hehe.)
Chapter 91: This woman is a bald tiger.

"Where are you going? Don't wander off!" Yang Liming asked the shy girl, puzzled. "I'll be right back, so don't follow me!" Cheng Yaojia glanced around and saw a gigantic boulder, much taller than a person. Seeing no one around, she hurriedly ran towards it, calling out to Yang Liming as she ran. Her tone was firm. *If you don't let me go, I won't go. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?* Yang Liming thought. He heard rustling sounds behind the boulder. Curious about what the innocent girl was doing, Yang Liming sneaked over. He arrived at the boulder like a gust of wind, quietly peeking and peering behind it. "Ouch! I'm going to die!" Yang Liming gasped, almost getting a nosebleed, when he saw what Cheng Yaojia was doing behind the boulder. It turned out the girl couldn't hold it in anymore and needed to urinate. (Commonly known as peeing) She quickly raised her hand and pressed it against her nose. Fortunately, his martial arts skills far surpassed Cheng Yaojia's, while Cheng Yaojia's were merely rudimentary. Otherwise, the commotion would have certainly alerted Huang Rong and the other women. Behind the rock, Cheng Yaojia slowly pulled down her pants, spread her legs, and squatted on the ground. Her pants were pulled down to her calves, revealing her slender, white thighs and her soft, white buttocks. She cautiously and nervously looked around, afraid someone might suddenly appear, ruining her reputation as the eldest daughter of the Cheng family. If she hadn't been in this desolate place, unable to hold it in any longer, she wouldn't have been so anxious. With a slight pout, a clear stream of fluid shot out between Cheng Yaojia's legs. Yang Liming could no longer hold back. Pressing his hand hard against his nose was useless; he felt a heat in his hand as blood gushed from his nose. "White Tiger, you're actually White Tiger! The legendary White Tiger! This is a legendary treasure! This girl is trying to kill me, she's so tempting! Although I've seen many so-called White Tigers in modern AVs, anyone with eyes can tell they're fake. But Yang Liming dares to swear that what he saw this time, his 'extremely wicked voyeurism,' is absolutely real. That pure white, poreless, tempting, smooth little bun, still dripping with dew, is absolutely undeniable. His blood began to boil. With a thud, Yang Liming was so engrossed in watching that after wiping the hot blood from his nose, this innate master, incredibly and embarrassingly, tripped and fell backward. Cheng Yaojia's peach garden was still dripping with water droplets, and the two of them stared blankly at each other, unable to utter a single word. "Hehehe, Yaojia, hello! Oops! Oh no! I accidentally bumped my eye. It still hurts a lot. I can't see anything. What are you doing?" "I can only vaguely see your figure." He looked up at the sky again, pointing to the gloomy sky that was still dark before dawn, and said, "Sister Yaojia, don't you think the weather is nice today?" Coming to his senses, Yang Liming stammered awkwardly. He didn't know what to say. "Ah...ah!" Cheng Yaojia finally realized what terrible thing had happened. She tried to stand up, but unexpectedly, in her panic, she stepped on her own pants, which had slipped down to her calves. She lost her balance and fell backward onto the ground. Now her pants were even lower, and her white thighs were spread even wider. Yang Liming could even see the slightly parted slit between her plump, white mounds. Her vulva was completely exposed. "Hey, Yaojia, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself anywhere?" Yang Liming rushed over to Cheng Yaojia, who was lying on the ground. Cheng Yaojia stared blankly at Yang Liming, who was trying to help her up, without moving. She seemed completely unconcerned about her still-open pants and the exposed cleavage. She looked utterly dejected. Yang Liming felt a pang of pity for her. Suddenly, she turned her face to the ground and burst into tears. She didn't even bother to pull up her pants, letting Yang Liming look at her. "What should I do? It seems Mom said that if a girl is seen naked, she either has to marry him, commit suicide, or kill him. Should I marry him? But he's my martial uncle! Dad, Mom, and Master will definitely not agree. Should I commit suicide… but… but suicide must be so painful. If I kill him, I can't beat him, and I can't bring myself to do it…" Cheng Yaojia didn't even know what she was thinking. She only knew that her mind was a mess, a swarm of flies buzzing around inside. Normally shy, her pride was now at its limit, so her mind was a complete fog. "Hey, hey, don't cry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have sneaked over to see what you were doing. I'm sorry, if you're angry, just bite me a few times." But no matter how Yang Liming called out to Cheng Yaojia, she only responded with sobbing. She didn't say a word. "Hey, if you don't pull up your pants, you'll be in big trouble if someone walks by right now." After saying that, she reacted a little. "Waaaaah, I've already lost out. You've seen everything. Waaaaah!" What kind of logic is that? Yang Liming looked at Cheng Yaojia, who had only been crying after saying one sentence, and felt very helpless. "If you don't pull up your pants, I can't guarantee I won't do something wrong." Yang Liming glanced at her white and tender little bun (little white tiger) again, swallowing hard and panting. Now he realized that his lower body was erect. His hand unconsciously reached over and pressed on her little buttocks, slowly moving towards the snow-white little flesh hole. So smooth! "Ouch! What are you doing? Let go!" Just as Yang Liming was about to touch the small white bun and the cleavage between them, Cheng Yaojia shuddered, feeling the violation on her lower body. Instinctively, she snapped back to reality and bit Yang Liming's forearm like a puppy. "Hey, hey, I told you to bite me earlier, but you didn't. What are you biting me for now?" Yang Liming didn't dare to struggle, because with his strength, even a slight struggle might shatter Cheng Yaojia's cute little mouth. "Have you bitten enough? It's almost bleeding. And do you want to wash me with your tears?" Yang Liming endured the pain and said to Cheng Yaojia, who was biting him hard while dripping tears onto his hand. But this actually calmed his lust considerably. As soon as Yang Liming finished speaking, Cheng Yaojia indeed tasted blood in her mouth. She quickly let go, silently pulled up her pants, wiped the tears from her face, and began to sob. After that outburst, the hurt she felt about being exposed was lessened considerably. At least her little brain could function normally now. Yang Liming breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her finally pull up her pants. Otherwise, he might have really committed a crime. "Uncle Yang, what should I do?" Cheng Yaojia said, looking at Yang Liming with teary eyes. She didn't feel any hatred towards the culprit, Yang Liming. She was a rather easygoing girl who didn't hold grudges. Moreover, she had a strange feeling for Yang Liming. Yang Liming reached out and wiped the tears from her face, laughing, "You forgot again, you should call me Brother Yang, not Uncle. Are you planning to kick me while I'm down? Then I'll be at a huge loss. I've even lost my underwear." "Pfft," Cheng Yaojia chuckled, finding his words amusing. But then, realizing her mistake, she put on a tearful face. Nevertheless, she called him "Brother Yang" to show she wasn't one to betray someone after using them. "Don't worry, Yaojia, what happened earlier was my fault. I shouldn't have been so frivolous with you. But don't worry, I'll definitely take responsibility for you and treat you well from now on. How about I take you as my wife?" Yang Liming knew that Cheng Yaojia was incredibly innocent and easily fooled. So, taking advantage of the earlier incident, he prematurely revealed his true colors. He placed his hands on her shoulders and said. Cheng Yaojia hadn't expected him to say that, and after a moment of surprise, her face flushed red as she said, "I don't want to! I can't marry you!" "Eh!" Yang Liming was a little surprised by Cheng Yaojia's answer. In his understanding, Cheng Yaojia should have some feelings for him. At least he knew he was the only friend Cheng Yaojia had ever truly connected with since childhood. Furthermore, according to the conventional thinking of ancient people, once someone had seen a woman's body, they should take responsibility. So he was about 80% sure Cheng Yaojia would agree to marry him. He hadn't expected such a firm and swift rejection. Even he, with his thick skin, almost couldn't bear it. "Why? Am I so bad that you hate me?" Hearing his question, Cheng Yaojia's lips twitched, and she almost cried again. "You're my martial uncle, how can you marry me? My master, father, and mother would definitely not agree. Other people would also criticize us for being immoral and immoral." After saying this, she lowered her head, her hands constantly gripping the hem of her clothes, and whispered, "If you weren't my martial uncle, marrying you wouldn't be impossible. Anyway, you've already seen everything." Having never met many men, she suddenly encountered Yang Liming, who repeatedly took liberties with her. Her feelings for him grew increasingly strange."Ha! So that's the reason? I thought you wouldn't even look at a perfect man like me—young, rich, handsome, skilled in martial arts, a good cook, a good lady, respectful to elders, loving to children, and fond of women (beautiful women)—a truly one-of-a-kind man in this world (of course, there's only one transmigrator in this world. Of course, he's unique). Thank goodness that's not the case. If it were, you'd be a bachelor for life. Because you'd never find anyone you'd like." "Hehe, Brother Yang just likes to brag. You're not that good at all." Cheng Yaojia could no longer maintain her forced sad expression and giggled. Yang Liming finally smiled at the tear-streaked face and continued, "Where am I bragging? I'm always a truthful person. If you don't believe me, look at the sky." "Look at the sky for what?" Cheng Yaojia asked疑惑地. "Look, there isn't a single cow flying in the sky." "That should prove my innocence, right? I wasn't bragging." Cheng Yaojia giggled incessantly, completely forgetting her earlier sadness. If it were any other stranger, she might not have recovered so quickly. But Yang Liming, who held a significant place in her heart, was different. Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Liming pulled her into his arms and said, "Since your brother Yang said he'd take responsibility for you, he'll definitely keep his word and cherish you like a treasure. You don't need to worry about your master, father, or mother; I'll handle persuading them. I'm the head of the Quanzhen Sect (a nominal position, never actually involved), even more powerful than your master. She has to listen to me, right?" Cheng Yaojia was initially pulled into Yang Liming's arms. She blushed and struggled briefly, but unable to break free, and hearing Yang Liming's confident words, although she felt something was amiss, she still nodded her head and nestled in his embrace. She felt an uncontrollable joy at Yang Liming's promise to take her home and cherish her. "Could it be that I've already fallen for Brother Yang? How could that be? We haven't known each other for very long," Cheng Yaojia thought to herself. She didn't know when she had planted the image of Brother Yang in her heart. Was it from his secret teasing at Chongyang Palace, or from his overwhelming power in defeating the Seven Masters of Quanzhen? Lost in thought, she quickly fell asleep in Brother Yang's arms. "Hey Yaojia, what's wrong?" Looking into her arms, she found the little one fast asleep. "Uh! You little rascal, you're so oblivious! You can fall asleep like that! Oh no, looks like I won't be able to move for a while." He gently sat down on the ground, holding the girl, and became her babysitter, also serving as her bed and pillow. He could only console himself, "Sitting down to watch the sunrise and practice my inner energy isn't bad." He endured two agonizing hours holding the girl without moving. Yang Liming discovered that even though he was a master of innate cultivation, he wouldn't experience any numbness or pain from being a pillow and bed for two hours without moving. However, the girl's fragrance and soft body in his arms were far more painful than being a pillow and bed. His enormous member was erect, pressing between the sleeping girl's shapely buttocks, yet he couldn't move an inch. After chanting "Xin Nuo Bing Qing" countless times over two hours, the alluring little vixen in his arms finally stretched slightly, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in confusion. "My lovely Yao Jia, now that you're awake, can you please stop lying in your brother's arms? Otherwise, if I can't resist committing a crime against you, don't blame me." After hearing his words, Miss Cheng realized that the place she had been sleeping comfortably wasn't her family's big bed. She felt something hard between her buttocks, and it was twitching slightly. Being a sixteen-year-old girl, she cried out in surprise and jumped up like a startled (or perhaps fertilized) deer. Her face flushed crimson, and she dared not look at Yang Liming. Pointing at him, she whispered, "Brother Yang, how could you do that just now?" After a nap, she returned to her shy self. "How could I do that?" Yang Liming immediately understood what she meant. "You little brat, do you think I wanted to? You're so alluring; if I didn't do that, I wouldn't be a man. And you, on the other hand, slept comfortably in my arms for two hours, making me afraid to move for fear of disturbing you. Now you're accusing me first." "Ah, I'm sorry. I was so sleepy. I don't know how I fell asleep." "When Cheng Yaojia first heard the first half of the sentence, she blushed shyly, but after hearing the latter part, she hurriedly nodded her little head repeatedly, admitting her mistake. She looked a little embarrassed. Yang Liming chuckled inwardly, thinking that this Miss Cheng was really cute. If it were Huang Rong or Li Mochou in this situation, they would definitely glare at him and say, 'It's your fault! What do you mean by accusing someone first? It was clearly you who had ill intentions towards me!' They wouldn't turn around and apologize to him after just a few words. Of course, this isn't to say that Huang Rong and that little Li Mochou aren't cute. They each have their own personalities. Yang Liming stepped forward, hugged Cheng Yaojia, and said with a lewd smile, 'I already said I would take responsibility for you. Even if I really had ill intentions towards you and did something, it's only right, isn't it? You don't need to react like that.'" Cheng Yaojia nodded obediently and leaned against Yang Liming's chest. She was too embarrassed to admit that she had just woken up and was still groggy, having completely forgotten that her brother Yang had promised to take responsibility for her. If she did, he would laugh his head off. "Yaojia, your brother Yang is going to take responsibility for you. How about I tease you a little now?" Yang Liming deliberately breathed a large, warm breath into Cheng Yaojia's ear. Hearing this, Cheng Yaojia's body suddenly trembled as if electrocuted, stiffening and unable to move. She felt his warm breath, like insects crawling in her ear, sending a strange itch that surged into her heart with unstoppable force, leaving her numb and her mind blank. Lying limp in Yang Liming's arms, the overwhelming weakness made her part her cherry lips slightly and gasp softly. "What is brother Yang going to do to me! Should I refuse?" Cheng Yaojia, ever the little timid one, tensed up. But she couldn't suppress her body's natural reaction. Her hazy eyes, her delicate pink cheeks, her heaving chest, her fragrant red lips, her nostrils flaring—all seemed to speak of desire. Such an alluring picture was laid out before her, and Cheng Yaojia showed no obvious resistance. If Yang Liming could still resist, he might as well make him the second most powerful man in the world. As for why second? The Emperor is first. He could be the Ninth Prince. Unable to remain conscious any longer, Yang Liming lowered his head and captured that tender red blush, sucking on those delicate lips. "Mmm..." A sigh escaped Cheng Yaojia's nostrils, a mixture of satisfaction and desire. It was her first kiss, and her mind was blank; she had no idea what she was doing, only instinctively responding to Yang Liming, her movements clumsy and awkward. Of course, Yang Liming was more than happy with her performance. Probably no one would want their first kiss to be so practiced. That would be incredibly frustrating. (A long chapter to come in an hour.)"Hey Yaojia, what's wrong?" Looking into his arms, he found the little one sleeping soundly. "Uh! You little rascal, you're so oblivious. You can fall asleep like this! Oh no, looks like I won't be able to move for a while." He gently sat down on the ground, holding the girl, becoming her babysitter, and even serving as a bed and pillow. He could only console himself, "Sitting here and watching the sunrise to practice my inner energy isn't bad." He endured two whole hours of torment, holding the girl without moving. Yang Liming discovered that even though he was a master of innate cultivation, he wouldn't experience any numbness or pain from being a pillow and bed for two hours without moving. However, the girl's fragrance and soft body in his arms were far more painful than being a pillow and bed. His enormous member was erect, pressing between the sleeping girl's shapely buttocks, yet he couldn't move an inch. After chanting "Heartfelt Promise" countless times over two hours, the alluring little vixen in his arms finally stretched slightly, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in a daze. "My dear Yaojia, now that you're awake, could you please stop lying in your brother's arms? Otherwise, if I can't resist committing a crime against you, don't blame me." Upon hearing his words, the eldest daughter of the Cheng family realized that the place she had been sleeping so comfortably wasn't her family's large bed. She felt something hard between her buttocks. This thing was gently twitching. She was a sixteen-year-old girl, after all. She cried out in surprise, jumping up like a startled (or perhaps fertilized) deer. Her face flushed crimson, and she dared not look at Yang Liming. Pointing at him, she whispered, "Brother Yang, how could you do that just now?" After recovering from her nap, she reverted to her somewhat shy self. "How could I do that?" Yang Liming instantly understood what she meant. "You little brat, do you think I wanted this? You're so alluring; if I didn't act like this, I wouldn't be a man. And you, on the other hand, slept comfortably in my arms for two hours, making me afraid to move for fear of disturbing you. Now you're the one accusing me first." "Ah, I'm sorry. I was so sleepy. I don't know how I fell asleep." Cheng Yaojia blushed shyly at the first part of the sentence, but upon hearing the latter, she quickly nodded her head repeatedly in apology. She looked a little embarrassed. Yang Liming chuckled inwardly at how adorable Miss Cheng was. If this had happened to Huang Rong or Li Mochou, they would have glared at him and said, "It's your fault! What do you mean, 'accusing me first'? You clearly had ulterior motives towards me!" They wouldn't have turned around and apologized to him after just a few words. Of course, this isn't to say that Huang Rong and little Li Mochou weren't adorable. They each had their own personalities. Yang Liming stepped forward and hugged Cheng Yaojia, grinning lewdly, "I already said I'd take responsibility for you. Even if I really had ulterior motives and did something to you, that's only fair, isn't it? You don't need to react like that." Cheng Yaojia nodded obediently, leaning against Yang Liming's chest. She was too embarrassed to admit that she had just woken up and was still groggy, having completely forgotten what her brother Yang had said about taking responsibility for her. If she did, her brother Yang would laugh his head off. "Yaojia, your brother Yang is going to take responsibility for you, so how about I tease you a little now?" Yang Liming deliberately breathed a lot of hot air into Cheng Yaojia's ear. Hearing his words, Cheng Yaojia's body suddenly trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted, stiffening and unable to move. She felt his hot breath crawling in her ear like insects, bringing an unbearable itch that surged into her heart like a tidal wave, leaving her body numb and her mind blank. Slumped in Yang Liming's arms, a wave of weakness washed over her, causing her to part her cherry lips slightly and gasp softly. "What is Brother Yang going to do to me! Should I refuse?" Cheng Yaojia's petty nerves tightened. She couldn't suppress her body's natural reactions. Her hazy eyes, her delicate pink breasts, her heaving chest, her fragrant breath, and her nostrils flaring—all seemed to speak of desire. Such an alluring sight before her, and Cheng Yaojia offered no obvious resistance. If Yang Liming could still resist, he might as well make him the second most powerful man in the world. Why second? Because the Emperor was first. He could be the Ninth Prince. Unable to remain lucid any longer, Yang Liming lowered his head and captured those tender red lips, sucking on them. "Mmm..." A sigh escaped Cheng Yaojia's nose, a sound that seemed both satisfied and pleading. It was her first kiss, and her mind was blank; she had no idea what she was doing, only instinctively responding to Yang Liming, her movements clumsy and awkward. Of course, Yang Liming was more than happy with her performance. Probably no one would want to kiss a woman so skillfully on their first kiss. That would be incredibly frustrating. (A long chapter to come in an hour.)"Hey Yaojia, what's wrong?" Looking into his arms, he found the little one sleeping soundly. "Uh! You little rascal, you're so oblivious. You can fall asleep like this! Oh no, looks like I won't be able to move for a while." He gently sat down on the ground, holding the girl, becoming her babysitter, and even serving as a bed and pillow. He could only console himself, "Sitting here and watching the sunrise to practice my inner energy isn't bad." He endured two whole hours of torment, holding the girl without moving. Yang Liming discovered that even though he was a master of innate cultivation, he wouldn't experience any numbness or pain from being a pillow and bed for two hours without moving. However, the girl's fragrance and soft body in his arms were far more painful than being a pillow and bed. His enormous member was erect, pressing between the sleeping girl's shapely buttocks, yet he couldn't move an inch. After chanting "Heartfelt Promise" countless times over two hours, the alluring little vixen in his arms finally stretched slightly, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in a daze. "My dear Yaojia, now that you're awake, could you please stop lying in your brother's arms? Otherwise, if I can't resist committing a crime against you, don't blame me." Upon hearing his words, the eldest daughter of the Cheng family realized that the place she had been sleeping so comfortably wasn't her family's large bed. She felt something hard between her buttocks. This thing was gently twitching. She was a sixteen-year-old girl, after all. She cried out in surprise, jumping up like a startled (or perhaps fertilized) deer. Her face flushed crimson, and she dared not look at Yang Liming. Pointing at him, she whispered, "Brother Yang, how could you do that just now?" After recovering from her nap, she reverted to her somewhat shy self. "How could I do that?" Yang Liming instantly understood what she meant. "You little brat, do you think I wanted this? You're so alluring; if I didn't act like this, I wouldn't be a man. And you, on the other hand, slept comfortably in my arms for two hours, making me afraid to move for fear of disturbing you. Now you're the one accusing me first." "Ah, I'm sorry. I was so sleepy. I don't know how I fell asleep." Cheng Yaojia blushed shyly at the first part of the sentence, but upon hearing the latter, she quickly nodded her head repeatedly in apology. She looked a little embarrassed. Yang Liming chuckled inwardly at how adorable Miss Cheng was. If this had happened to Huang Rong or Li Mochou, they would have glared at him and said, "It's your fault! What do you mean, 'accusing me first'? You clearly had ulterior motives towards me!" They wouldn't have turned around and apologized to him after just a few words. Of course, this isn't to say that Huang Rong and little Li Mochou weren't adorable. They each had their own personalities. Yang Liming stepped forward and hugged Cheng Yaojia, grinning lewdly, "I already said I'd take responsibility for you. Even if I really had ulterior motives and did something to you, that's only fair, isn't it? You don't need to react like that." Cheng Yaojia nodded obediently, leaning against Yang Liming's chest. She was too embarrassed to admit that she had just woken up and was still groggy, having completely forgotten what her brother Yang had said about taking responsibility for her. If she did, her brother Yang would laugh his head off. "Yaojia, your brother Yang is going to take responsibility for you, so how about I tease you a little now?" Yang Liming deliberately breathed a lot of hot air into Cheng Yaojia's ear. Hearing his words, Cheng Yaojia's body suddenly trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted, stiffening and unable to move. She felt his hot breath crawling in her ear like insects, bringing an unbearable itch that surged into her heart like a tidal wave, leaving her body numb and her mind blank. Slumped in Yang Liming's arms, a wave of weakness washed over her, causing her to part her cherry lips slightly and gasp softly. "What is Brother Yang going to do to me! Should I refuse?" Cheng Yaojia's petty nerves tightened. She couldn't suppress her body's natural reactions. Her hazy eyes, her delicate pink breasts, her heaving chest, her fragrant breath, and her nostrils flaring—all seemed to speak of desire. Such an alluring sight before her, and Cheng Yaojia offered no obvious resistance. If Yang Liming could still resist, he might as well make him the second most powerful man in the world. Why second? Because the Emperor was first. He could be the Ninth Prince. Unable to remain lucid any longer, Yang Liming lowered his head and captured those tender red lips, sucking on them. "Mmm..." A sigh escaped Cheng Yaojia's nose, a sound that seemed both satisfied and pleading. It was her first kiss, and her mind was blank; she had no idea what she was doing, only instinctively responding to Yang Liming, her movements clumsy and awkward. Of course, Yang Liming was more than happy with her performance. Probably no one would want to kiss a woman so skillfully on their first kiss. That would be incredibly frustrating. (A long chapter to come in an hour.)Unable to remain conscious any longer, Yang Liming lowered his head and captured that tender red blush, sucking on those delicate lips. "Mmm..." A sigh escaped Cheng Yaojia's nostrils, a mixture of satisfaction and desire. It was her first kiss, and her mind was blank; she had no idea what she was doing, only instinctively responding to Yang Liming, her movements clumsy and awkward. Of course, Yang Liming was more than happy with her performance. Probably no one would want their first kiss to be so practiced. That would be incredibly frustrating. (A long chapter to come in an hour.)Unable to remain conscious any longer, Yang Liming lowered his head and captured that tender red blush, sucking on those delicate lips. "Mmm..." A sigh escaped Cheng Yaojia's nostrils, a mixture of satisfaction and desire. It was her first kiss, and her mind was blank; she had no idea what she was doing, only instinctively responding to Yang Liming, her movements clumsy and awkward. Of course, Yang Liming was more than happy with her performance. Probably no one would want their first kiss to be so practiced. That would be incredibly frustrating. (A long chapter to come in an hour.)

Chapter 92: Another Woman Arrives – Trouble Arises

Yang Liming chuckled as he stroked her hair. "Don't be nervous, Brother Yang will treat you well in the future." He slowly moved his large hand around her slender waist, slipping it unceremoniously through the gap in her clothes. He abruptly covered her right full breast, kneading it. Cheng Yaojia trembled, letting out a soft "ah" as Yang Liming took advantage of the opening, stealing her warm, sweet tongue. This forbidden area, which no one had ever touched before, where even a slight accidental touch would make her incredibly shy, was now being squeezed and kneaded in this man's hands. Feeling her little rabbit constantly changing shape, Cheng Yaojia suddenly struggled. "No, no, Brother Yang, we can't do this now." "What's wrong, Yaojia? Don't worry, Brother Yang will treat you well in the future," Yang Liming said, panting heavily. Stopping now would be like taking his life. Cheng Yaojia blushed and said shyly, "I believe Brother Yang will treat me well. But how can we do such things in broad daylight?" Upon hearing the reason, Yang Liming was momentarily stunned, then smiled lecherously and said, "So, Yaojia means that as long as there's a house and a bed, you can do 'anything' with Brother Yang." He emphasized the word "anything." "I didn't say that," Cheng Yaojia protested. But her expression clearly showed otherwise. He pulled her into his arms again: "I don't care if you said that or not, I'll take that as you said it now. A woman obeys her husband after marriage. You can't object." Cheng Yaojia wanted to say that she wasn't married to him yet, but seeing Yang Liming's firm and domineering expression, she couldn't bring herself to say it. She nodded her beautiful head. "Then what are we waiting for?" Aroused, Yang Liming kissed the beauty in his arms again. When he tried to slip his hand inside her clothes, she pushed him away again. "No. There's no house here. Someone will see us." "Cheng Yaojia gasped softly, her eyes gleaming with desire. Then she collapsed into Yang Liming's arms. Yang Liming thought about it and realized it was true. This path leading to the Quanzhen Sect was generally deserted, but occasionally a few people would pass by every few hours or days. He didn't want to find someone watching his live sex show when he was at his climax. It wouldn't matter if he was shameless, but if Cheng Yaojia was also being watched, wouldn't he be at a huge loss? "Hehehe. But this won't stop me, Yaojia. Don't worry, we're definitely going to consummate our marriage tonight. I have a super-powerful little white baby here." Yang Liming suddenly muttered to himself. He knew that Cheng Yaojia, this little virgin, was already burning with desire from his earlier caresses. "Make a house for Daddy. I want to make a little brother for you with your new mommy." "Daddy, this is hard to make!" "Why not? Isn't it!" "Yang Liming said disappointedly. Was he really going to swagger into the city with his wicked penis sticking out? Forcing himself to endure it for so long was very harmful to his health. Besides, ignoring a beautiful woman wasn't his style. "That's not it, it's just not cost-effective. Creating a small room costs tens of thousands of energy points. But it's just a pile of broken stones or ordinary wood. But if Dad really wants it, I can create one in a minute," Xiaobai said confidently. "Of course I can." "Yang Liming breathed a sigh of relief. It's only a few tens of thousands, I can afford to waste it now. Of course, if the heavens of the Condor Heroes world, which haven't produced a single thunderclap in the ten months since he arrived, were to take pity on him and give it a good thud, then he could afford to waste it even more. Strangely enough, it seems the heavens of the Condor Heroes world knew that someone was trying to steal lightning energy with malicious intent. In the ten months since Yang Liming arrived, there hasn't been a single loud fart. It rains frequently, though, but mostly just quiet drizzles. This has left Yang Liming extremely frustrated. A flash of white light appeared in his hand, and a small wooden house appeared in the middle of the road, as if it had always been there. Miss Cheng Yaojia, who witnessed this, stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what she was seeing. "My God! How could this be? Brother Yang, are you a god?" "Yang Liming, looking anxious, said to Cheng Yaojia, who was rubbing her cute big eyes to confirm if what she was seeing was real, "Stop rubbing! You can't erase that little house no matter how much you rub. Go inside and take a look. Otherwise, your brother Yang might not be able to resist punishing you here." Cheng Yaojia, incredulous and dazed, walked to the door of the little house and pushed it open. Because she was so surprised, her movements were clumsy, and she temporarily forgot what Yang Liming would do to her if there was a little house. Yang Liming couldn't take it anymore. Before Cheng Yaojia could react, he picked her up and carried her into the little house. He closed the door and glanced around the room, immediately seeing a soft, large bed. "Hehe, Xiaobai is so thoughtful." He praised Xiaobai, then tossed Cheng Yaojia onto the bed and pounced on her himself. "Brother Yang, how can you conjure up a house? Are you the fairy that my parents always tell me about?" "Hehe, little girl, I am a fairy." "Wait a minute, I'll make you a god too. Don't say anything more, let Brother Yang turn you into a god first." As Yang Liming pounced on her, Cheng Yaojia's eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling violently. When a large hand covered her, she couldn't help but tremble as if electrocuted, opening her cherry-like mouth and unconsciously letting out a soft cry. Instantly, a "big tongue" slipped into her small mouth, rhythmically teasing and chasing her tongue, leaving her no time to dodge. "No, Brother Yang. I can't." Cheng Yaojia pushed Yang Liming away again with all her might. "What's wrong with you now? Don't we have a room and a bed? Sister, can't you just say what you want all at once?" Burning with lust, Yang Liming felt he was on the verge of collapse. None of his previous women had caused him this much trouble. He hadn't expected this seemingly easiest girl to get to be the most troublesome. This was the third time today that they'd been interrupted at the crucial moment. Even with Yang Liming's good temper towards women, he was starting to feel a little angry. Suddenly, two clear tears silently slid down Cheng Yaojia's cheeks. "Uh, I was wrong. Don't cry, Brother Yang shouldn't have raised his voice at you. If you don't want to, we can skip the wedding night, okay? Don't cry!" Yang Liming immediately panicked. How could he have known this girl would cry so easily? Cheng Yaojia shook her head, her voice trembling with tears, "Brother Yang, it's not your fault, I just forgot something. Actually, I'm an unlucky woman. I'm a White Tiger, and White Tigers bring misfortune to their husbands. Don't touch me, it will bring you bad luck." "White Tigers bring misfortune to their husbands? Who told you that?" Yang Liming chuckled and tapped Cheng Yaojia's little nose. "Isn't that what everyone says?" Cheng Yaojia said timidly, tears welling in her eyes. This was a secret buried deep within her heart, one she dared not tell anyone. In her teens, she discovered she had no pubic hair. At first, she didn't think much of it, but after hearing some rumors, she began to panic. Now, she dared not let Yang Liming touch her. Yang Liming was taken aback by her sobbing. No wonder this young lady, usually so shy and insecure, thought she was an unlucky woman! She probably didn't even dare tell her parents or master. Yang Liming didn't know how to comfort her, so he said, "Actually, it's normal. Many people even shave their pubic hair... 'White tiger' is bad is just a local rumor. In our hometown, women without hair are actually more popular." "What he said was true. Back in modern times, he often watched AV actresses doing those things to please men. He didn't think there was anything wrong with having a 'white tiger' (a woman with an unprotected penis). In fact, he wished that some of his women would have 'white tigers.' Those are natural treasures. No amount of money could buy them. Even the God of War couldn't conjure a 'white tiger' for him." "Really? Then why do people say it's bad? Even when I secretly asked my mom and dad, they said the same thing." Cheng Yaojia looked up and asked with teary eyes. Cheng Yaojia wanted to believe Yang Gege's words, but because of the deeply ingrained rumor, she still had a little doubt. "Of course it's true, I swear, okay? Would Yang Gege lie to you? Actually, it's because you have a 'white tiger' that Yang Gege likes you even more. Don't listen to some people's nonsense. They're just talking nonsense. There's nothing like that." Yang Liming breathed hot air into Miss Cheng's ear. Cheng Yaojia was overjoyed. A girl's intuition told her that Yang Gege wasn't lying to her. "Mmm..." Cheng Yaojia turned her head, about to speak, when her lips touched Yang Liming's. Yang Liming, who had been suppressing his passion for so long, was instantly overwhelmed, feeling that the ravages of their lips and tongues were the most intoxicating thing in the world. With a soft moan, Cheng Yaojia's face flushed, and she instinctively responded by hugging Yang Liming tightly. It was a mixture of shyness and uncontrollable joy. The matter that had troubled her for years had been resolved with just a few words from her brother Yang. How could she not be overjoyed? Now she could finally let go of all her worries.As if glued together, their bodies gradually intertwined, their lips and tongues serving as the base. Yang Liming quickly stripped off his clothes, soon stripping himself completely naked. His engorged member, which had been pent up for so long, protested rudely to its master. Cheng Yaojia's eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling violently. When a large hand covered her firm, bamboo-shoo-like breasts, she couldn't help but tremble as if electrocuted. She opened her cherry-like mouth and unconsciously let out a soft cry. At this moment, she could no longer think clearly, only instinctively feeling a mixture of desire and fear within her. Her current actions were an unnatural union, a violation of her chastity. Should she push away Brother Yang? He was a good person and wouldn't force her to do something she shouldn't. But this fusion was so captivating, so comfortable that she didn't want to resist in the slightest. Even if she was condemned by her parents, teachers, and the world afterward, she didn't care about that now. Let herself fall, let herself sink, so as not to disappoint Brother Yang again. Her arms, as soft as lotus roots, had somehow already wrapped around Yang Liming's neck. The chirping of insects outside in the early morning couldn't mask the suggestive breathing inside. The atmosphere inside was heated and increasingly intimate. Yang Liming gently undressed Cheng Yaojia, revealing her flawless body as her clothes fell away. His throat went dry as his eyes swept over the girl's chest and the white expanse at the tips of her legs. He braced himself against Cheng Yaojia's neck with one hand, while the other roamed over her body, as if caressing a precious piece of porcelain. Cheng Yaojia was now limp on the bed, too weak to respond to Yang Liming. She allowed him to do as he pleased. Breathing heavily, Yang Liming suddenly lifted her up. Compared to Huang Rong and the other girls, Cheng Yaojia's body was even more petite. Like holding a delicate white jade doll, he lowered his head and sucked on the red cherry with his mouth. He slowly moved his body, kissing every part of Cheng Yaojia's body. When he kissed her smooth crotch, Yang Liming felt a surge of excitement. Cheng Yaojia let out a meow and reached her peak. "Hehe, little girl, you're easy to please. Now it's my turn." Yang Liming climbed onto Cheng Yaojia's body again, panting. Her already overflowing valley just touched the top of Yang Liming's erect and protesting "dragon." Cheng Yaojia felt the foreign object between her legs. Her body trembled incessantly. "Brother Yang, Yaojia is in your hands. You can't let me down." Cheng Yaojia was unbearably itchy, her body felt empty, needing something to fill her! Yang Liming's waist slightly lowered, and he slowly thrust into those two tightly closed white lips. As the dragon's head penetrated a little more of Cheng Yaojia's body, it touched a thin, precious spot. "So tight! Truly a divine artifact," Yang Liming thought with satisfaction. Cheng Yaojia frowned and let out a soft moan. Yang Liming knew she was ready. He steeled himself and said, "It hurts a little, bear with it." Suddenly, he took her small mouth into his mouth. He pressed his hand against the bedsheets and thrust his hips forward forcefully. His "flesh rod" also thrust upwards. "Ugh!" Cheng Yaojia couldn't cry out because her mouth was covered, but tears still streamed down her face, indicating her considerable pain. A stream of red blood slowly flowed from their point of union… Yang Liming entered completely, and as he broke through that thin layer of skin, an irresistible suction came from deep within. Yang Liming let out a soft, pleasurable groan. "Finally, I've completely subdued this girl. It wasn't easy!" His movements, initially slow but gradually increasing in speed, began to roam over Yao Jia's beautiful body. Soon, Yao Jia forgot the pain and became completely absorbed in the moment, having already given her ample foreplay. Yao Jia's long hair danced in the air, her plump buttocks tightly gripped by Yang Liming's large hands, his fingers almost digging into her flesh. With each thrust, Yao Jia couldn't help but let out a suppressed moan. The impact of Yao Jia's buttocks against Yang Liming's thighs produced a series of "slap slap" sounds, like two white snakes intertwined, twisting and pounding violently. After nearly half an hour, with a burst of acceleration, Yao Jia suddenly straightened her fair, jade-like legs, convulsing uncontrollably, her head held high. Her small mouth opened wide, and she gripped Yang Liming's arm tightly, her nails digging deep. Yang Liming felt a surge of heat wash over him and could no longer resist. With a few frantic thrusts and a deep roar, gushes of hot semen surged into the source of his womb. His body stiffened. Panting, he collapsed onto Cheng Yaojia. The storm subsided. Cheng Yaojia shyly helped Yang Liming put on his clothes. Like a virtuous wife, Yang Liming stroked her hair and smooth back. He smiled and said, "Yaojia, from today onwards, you are my woman. I will prepare betrothal gifts and go to your door to propose marriage." Cheng Yaojia shyly nestled against Yang Liming's chest and said, "Whether I propose or not, Yaojia doesn't really care anymore. As long as I can be with Brother Yang often, that's enough." Yang Liming was slightly touched by her words. Women in love are quite adorable. "You're really something, girl. Your older sisters all need at least an hour to get Brother Yang out," Yang Liming said, blinking. "What do you mean by getting Brother Yang out?" Cheng Yaojia tilted her head, not quite understanding. "Hehehe, it's right here." Yang Liming touched the still exposed, white patch of skin, slowly dripping with the essence he had just bestowed. "Ah!" Cheng Yaojia jumped back. "Brother Yang, how could you be so naughty?" The blush on her face even spread to her neck. Thinking that she was still naked, she became more and more embarrassed, and couldn't help but hit Brother Yang, saying, "You're bullying me, you're bullying me." Yang Liming smiled and closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying it. And Cheng Yaojia's little fists hitting her body really felt like a massage. Cheng Yaojia stopped after hitting her a dozen times, she didn't want to hurt Brother Yang. Suddenly she said quietly, "Brother Yang, you have other women." Only now did she realize. This girl's nerves are indeed a bit slow. "What's wrong, Yaojia, are you unhappy? Is it because Brother Yang is too fickle?" Yang Liming said a little awkwardly. Cheng Yaojia shook her head and said, "No." "I'm just afraid I'm too inadequate, not as good as my sisters, and that you'll dislike me, Brother Yang! What's so strange about men having multiple wives and concubines? My father was like that too." Yang Liming was relieved to hear this. It's so good to date ancient beauties! They're so considerate of men. He pulled Cheng Yaojia into his arms, stroking her earlobe: "Nonsense, what's wrong with you? I'd dislike myself but not my wife. Your sisters are all good girls, you can rest assured. If they dare to bully you, I'll spank their little bottoms." He knew his newly acquired girl was a little insecure. He gently comforted her. ——————————————————————————————————————————————— Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty. Directly above the Imperial Garden of the Great Song Palace. A large rift was suddenly torn open in the sky by a mysterious energy. Space twisted and shattered bit by bit, until finally, a pitch-black door appeared. An unbelievably black color, so black it seemed to absorb all the surrounding light, creating a stark and eerie contrast with the surrounding brightness. Lightning flashed incessantly within the black door, foreshadowing the astonishing energy within. If Yang Liming were here at this moment, he would definitely cry out in alarm. Apart from the constantly flashing lightning, the door was remarkably similar to the one Xiaobai opened when he transmigrated. A terrifying pressure emanated from the black spatial door. Yang Liming, still immersed in his gentle embrace, probably had no idea that trouble was approaching. It came from a group of people he had almost forgotten.Finally, a pitch-black door appeared. It was an unbelievably black color, so black it seemed to absorb all the surrounding light, creating a stark and eerie contrast with the surrounding brightness. Lightning crackled incessantly within the black door, foreshadowing the astonishing energy within. If Yang Liming were here at this moment, he would definitely have cried out in alarm. Apart from the constantly flashing lightning, that door was remarkably similar to the one Xiaobai had opened when he first transmigrated. A terrifying pressure emanated from the black spatial door. Yang Liming, still immersed in his idyllic world, probably had no idea that trouble was about to strike. It was the group of people he had almost forgotten.Finally, a pitch-black door appeared. It was an unbelievably black color, so black it seemed to absorb all the surrounding light, creating a stark and eerie contrast with the surrounding brightness. Lightning crackled incessantly within the black door, foreshadowing the astonishing energy within. If Yang Liming were here at this moment, he would definitely have cried out in alarm. Apart from the constantly flashing lightning, that door was remarkably similar to the one Xiaobai had opened when he first transmigrated. A terrifying pressure emanated from the black spatial door. Yang Liming, still immersed in his idyllic world, probably had no idea that trouble was about to strike. It was the group of people he had almost forgotten.Finally, a pitch-black door appeared. It was an unbelievably black color, so black it seemed to absorb all the surrounding light, creating a stark and eerie contrast with the surrounding brightness. Lightning crackled incessantly within the black door, foreshadowing the astonishing energy within. If Yang Liming were here at this moment, he would definitely have cried out in alarm. Apart from the constantly flashing lightning, that door was remarkably similar to the one Xiaobai had opened when he first transmigrated. A terrifying pressure emanated from the black spatial door. Yang Liming, still immersed in his idyllic world, probably had no idea that trouble was about to strike. It was the group of people he had almost forgotten.Finally, a pitch-black door appeared. It was an unbelievably black color, so black it seemed to absorb all the surrounding light, creating a stark and eerie contrast with the surrounding brightness. Lightning crackled incessantly within the black door, foreshadowing the astonishing energy within. If Yang Liming were here at this moment, he would definitely have cried out in alarm. Apart from the constantly flashing lightning, that door was remarkably similar to the one Xiaobai had opened when he first transmigrated. A terrifying pressure emanated from the black spatial door. Yang Liming, still immersed in his idyllic world, probably had no idea that trouble was about to strike. It was the group of people he had almost forgotten.Finally, a pitch-black door appeared. It was an unbelievably black color, so black it seemed to absorb all the surrounding light, creating a stark and eerie contrast with the surrounding brightness. Lightning crackled incessantly within the black door, foreshadowing the astonishing energy within. If Yang Liming were here at this moment, he would definitely have cried out in alarm. Apart from the constantly flashing lightning, that door was remarkably similar to the one Xiaobai had opened when he first transmigrated. A terrifying pressure emanated from the black spatial door. Yang Liming, still immersed in his idyllic world, probably had no idea that trouble was about to strike. It was the group of people he had almost forgotten.Finally, a pitch-black door appeared. It was an unbelievably black color, so black it seemed to absorb all the surrounding light, creating a stark and eerie contrast with the surrounding brightness. Lightning crackled incessantly within the black door, foreshadowing the astonishing energy within. If Yang Liming were here at this moment, he would definitely have cried out in alarm. Apart from the constantly flashing lightning, that door was remarkably similar to the one Xiaobai had opened when he first transmigrated. A terrifying pressure emanated from the black spatial door. Yang Liming, still immersed in his idyllic world, probably had no idea that trouble was about to strike. It was the group of people he had almost forgotten.

Chapter 93: The Threat of the Goddess

"Heavens! What is that?" A eunuch inadvertently discovered a black hole in mid-air that resembled a gaping maw. He trembled with fear, sensing the oppressive force emanating from it. Ah!"Ahhh!" A chorus of gasps echoed around the Imperial Garden. "Quickly, report to the Emperor!" a eunuch shouted frantically to a guard who had come to his side. "Yes, Eunuch Hai!" The guard ran off, followed by more and more palace guards arriving at the Imperial Garden. They all stared in astonishment at the black hole spewing lightning. Everyone was both curious and terrified by this unprecedented spectacle. The black hole in mid-air slowly pulsated, seemingly storing energy. Just as everyone was tense and fearful, the black hole suddenly opened and closed violently, spitting out an object still speckled with lightning. Then it slowly closed again, as if it had never existed. The object that had been spat out by the black hole gently floated to the ground. "What is that?" a captain of the guards shouted, pointing at the object from afar. "Tch, what's all the fuss about? In my opinion, this must be a divine gift bestowed upon our Emperor by Heaven, seeing his boundless love for his people." After his initial shock, Eunuch Hai confidently told the shouting captain of the guards. Then, he looked with awe and reverence towards the direction of the Emperor's palace, demonstrating his unwavering loyalty. "You're right, Eunuch. I'm overreacting. Or is Eunuch truly insightful?" Although he secretly despised this sycophantic eunuch, the captain of the guards still tactfully echoed Eunuch Hai. Suddenly, the object on the ground moved. It slowly rose to its feet. Only then did everyone realize that this object was not an object at all, but a living person—a person completely shrouded in a black robe, head and all. It was only because no one dared to get too close that no one had noticed. The guards immediately tensed up, reaching for their swords at their waists, ready to draw them at any moment. Eunuch Hai, in particular, held his hand wide open. Ready to shout, "Catch the assassin!" "Hmm, I didn't expect even a high-ranking god like myself would need to expend so much energy to travel to another plane. My head is spinning! Sigh! It really is only a half-finished product. The God of Crafts dares to tell me it's already perfect. If it weren't for a high-ranking god like me using it to travel between planes, I would have been torn apart by a spatial storm. Damn it. It made me waste so much power in the spatial passage." The black-robed man sighed. His voice was neither male nor female, yet strangely, it didn't evoke any dislike. This was because his slightly androgynous voice was so pleasant and captivating that no one would care whether the person under the black robe was male or female. "Do you even know where you are?" Eunuch Hai and the captain of the guards shouted at the person under the black robe. But they dared not step forward, waiting for more and more imperial guards to arrive to bolster their courage. Because the strange person before them had come from that terrifying black hole! Huh! The black-robed man seemed to have just seen them. "Heh heh, it seems the exit of the spatial passage is quite a place. So many people here. Just a bunch of ants." The voice was filled with arrogance and disdain. "What...what are you saying? How dare you! Don't you know this is the imperial palace?" Clearly, everyone present had heard him or her words, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding chatter. A pair of slender, jade-like hands emerged from the black robe, tracing the surrounding void as lightly as playing the piano. "In this plane's space, Suo Yuhan's energy is less than a tenth of that of the Fighting God Continent, let alone the Continent of Gods. No wonder they're all ants. In such an energy-scarce plane, the existence of even slightly stronger ants at the divine weapon level is already the limit, isn't it? Heh heh, I was initially worried because I had expended too much energy in the spatial passage, causing my divine power to temporarily drop to the divine general level. Now it seems I was overthinking it." The black-robed figure pulled out a small, cell phone-like device from his robes, which kept flashing, and examined it. "I wonder if the Main God's tracker will work." Seeing the arrow pointing east on the screen, a dimple appeared on his lips, and a slight smile appeared. "Looks like the God of Works isn't useless after all. Although his power is a bit lacking." "How dare you! You pretentious charlatan! Do you think we don't exist?" Sensing the black-robed man's utter disregard for them, Hai Gonggong roared angrily. The black-robed man looked up at Hai Gonggong, a murderous glint in his eyes. His gaze wasn't that of someone looking at a person, but rather like that of someone looking at a dog that dared to bark at him—the kind of dog that could be slaughtered at any moment. Hai Gonggong felt a chill run down his spine after being met with that gaze. But then, seeing the small, constantly flashing object in the man's hand, a greedy look appeared in his eyes. "Quickly, seize him for me! He must be an assassin who infiltrated the palace disguised as a ghost. Bring me that thing he's holding. I'm presenting it to His Majesty." Although the guards were somewhat wary of the man in black, they didn't take him too seriously due to their numbers. They rushed towards him eagerly, hoping to gain favor and advance their careers. The man in black's eyes instantly turned icy cold, his murderous intent undisguised. "An ant dares to approach this goddess... Hmph! You're courting death." With a seemingly casual strike, Hai Gonggong, three zhang away, was suddenly sent flying like a powerfully shot football. He fell to the ground with a thud, lifeless, a large dent in his chest. "Ah! Hai Gonggong! Seize this assassin!" The captain of the guards was terrified. The emperor's favorite was dead. If they couldn't redeem themselves through this, the emperor would surely punish all of them present. The other guards understood this as well. Although they were terrified of the woman in black, they still rushed forward without hesitation. The woman in black ignored their advances, simply looking at the location shown on the screen and heading in that direction. However, if anyone blocked her path, her jade-like hands would extend and strike. A few minutes later, she was out of the palace, leaving behind a trail of corpses. Soon, this incident startled the emperor, who was currently using a small snake to manipulate a woman's belly. Hearing that such a powerful assassin had fought her way out of the palace, he was nearly impotent. He immediately mobilized the capital's army to suppress the assassin. Seeing the ever-growing number of fully armed soldiers, which almost instantly exceeded ten thousand, the woman in black frowned and sighed softly. "If I hadn't expended so much power in the spatial passage, would I have been forced back by the sheer number of you mortals' ant army?" The black-robed man was clearly not one to fight to the death. He chose a less crowded path and coldly charged forward. Screams rang out incessantly. Breaking through the encirclement, the black-robed man fled eastward. The direction he was heading was directly towards Yang Liming's location. Although the distance was still considerable, given the black-robed man's speed, he would find him within two days at most. ———————————————————————————————————————————— Meanwhile, the unsuspecting Yang Liming, satisfied after consuming Cheng Yaojia, and after resting for a while, the two traveled affectionately towards Cheng Yaojia's hometown, Liyang Prefecture. He couldn't very well take someone's daughter to bed and do his lovemaking without sending her home, could he? Although Yang Liming desperately wanted to immediately add her to his harem, he knew it was unrealistic. The two fooled around the whole way (mostly Yang Liming was the one fooling around), but their pace wasn't slow either. Every now and then, Yang Liming would pick her up and run at full speed. (Of course, there was plenty of running around.) His innate-level lightness skill was incredibly fast! Their feelings for each other also deepened along the way, becoming much stronger than before. Traveling at such a fast pace, they arrived in Liyang Prefecture in less than two days. The Tongren Pawnshop was bustling with activity, filled with shouts of drinking games and finger-guessing games. A group of beggars came and went, looking very strange and out of place. Yang Liming, however, didn't find anything odd. It was already July 2nd, not far from the Beggars' Sect's grand meeting in the original story to elect the next leader. "Brother Yang, are you really not coming with me to see my father and mother?" Cheng Yaojia asked Yang Liming with a resentful look. The girl's eyes sent chills down Yang Liming's spine. "Haha, Yaojia, be good. Go back and see your parents first. Brother Yang swears he'll come find you soon. I really have something to take care of." Yang Liming actually wanted to meet with Cheng Yaojia's parents to settle things between him and Cheng Yaojia. But for some reason, ever since he stepped into Liyang Prefecture, he had a very dangerous feeling. This feeling of danger was many times stronger than the one he felt when he was still weak. No! It was a hundred times stronger. But he couldn't perceive the source of the danger. He just instinctively felt that he was being watched by an incredibly powerful enemy, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. That's why he wanted to separate from Cheng Yaojia for a while as soon as possible. Because if he were alone, he was confident he could escape any danger. But if he had this little girl with him, it would be troublesome. He would have to consider many things when escaping.Cheng Yaojia listened to Yang Liming's words and obediently nodded. Although she was a little reluctant to be separated from Yang Liming, she felt that her man was in trouble and that she, as a good wife, absolutely could not hinder him. "Brother Yang, you must come back to me quickly, okay? Otherwise, Yaojia will be disobedient and go out to find you!" Seeing Yang Liming stroke her hair and nod, Cheng Yaojia finally smiled happily. Taking advantage of the fact that passersby were not paying attention, she kissed Yang Liming on the cheek. Then, shyly covering her face, she ran into the Tongren Pawnshop. Yang Liming smiled and touched the spot where the suddenly bold girl had sneaked up on him. Hearing some stinging sounds coming from inside the Tongren Pawnshop, he felt slightly relieved. A maid inside called out, "Ah! Miss, you're back. I'll go and report to Master and Madam right away." He turned around, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared. He walked towards the city gate with an extremely serious expression. Sure enough, that dangerous gaze seemed to be following him almost imperceptibly. "Him! He's damned. Who could he be? There shouldn't be anyone in The Legend of the Condor Heroes who could give me this feeling, right? Not even my cheap master who's the best in the world. Could it be that Jin Yong missed some particularly powerful character when he wrote The Legend of the Condor Heroes? Did he not write him into the book?"

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