[Wuxia] First Travel to The Condor Heroes, Then to the Tang Dynasty (Complete) - 25

"Husband, what did you say? You're going to Jingling alone

? Why? You don't really want to fight an army of 100,000 by yourself, do you?" Shang Xiuxun shouted in the Feima Pavilion. Shang Qingya waited for Yang Liming to continue. "Young Master, please reconsider! How can this be?" The people at the meeting exclaimed in surprise. Seeing their reaction, Yang Liming smiled and said, "Don't you believe me? I'm confident I can make Du Fuwei retreat if I go alone. A large group of you following me will only have the opposite effect."

Yang Liming's idea to go to Jingling alone was a sudden whim. Originally, the people at the ranch wanted to gather a large army and fight Du Fuwei's army. Yang Liming didn't object; he didn't care. But when Yang Liming remembered that it was the demoness who was causing trouble in Jingling, he immediately changed his mind. With so many people together, wouldn't it interfere with his plans to make his move on Wanwan?

It would be better to let them stay at the ranch. As for Jingling, Yang Liming was confident that even if he went alone, he had a hundred ways to protect it. Even if none of those methods worked, it didn't matter. Jingling was merely an ally of the ranch; without it, the ranch's power would indeed be slightly weaker, but what did it matter? With Yang Liming there, he could easily produce a bunch of futuristic weapons. That would be enough to make any power immediately bow down before anyone from the ranch. Perhaps these futuristic weapons were useless in a one-on-one duel with an absolute master (except for atomic bombs, super bombs, and ultra-futuristic weapons—those heavyweights are exceptions. Even if Yang Liming had them, he wouldn't use them). But on the battlefield, they would be absolute killing machines. Unstoppable.

"This…" The crowd hesitated. Indeed, this son-in-law was extraordinary; he had accomplished the impossible. Moreover, these high-ranking officials already knew that the reason they could easily repel the Four Bandits without casualties last time was entirely due to Yang Liming's efforts, although they didn't know what methods he used. Perhaps he really did have a way to make Du Fuwei obediently retreat. “Alright, since you’re so confident, my husband, then we won’t send a large army. After all, Du Fuwei might already have ambushes along the route the army might take. It’s better to make things easier for the ranch.” Shang Xiuxun, sitting at the head of the table with her mother, spoke up. Her tone was rather nonchalant, as if Yang Liming was all that was needed to handle any trouble. She, the little woman, could just sit back and relax. Of course, Yang Liming was very happy about this; the more his woman depended on him, the happier he was, as long as the dependence wasn’t excessively obsessive. “Xiuxun is such a good girl; your husband will cherish you from now on.” Shang Xiuxun’s face flushed red. The ranch’s higher-ups broke out in a cold sweat; only Yang Liming dared to say such things to Shang Xiuxun. After all, in the five years Shang Xiuxun had been the ranch’s owner, she had accumulated considerable prestige, comparable to even her mother.

Everyone on the ranch could only look up to her. The ranch's high-ranking officials were naturally sweating bullets. Of course, if they knew that even Shang Qingya had been sexually assaulted by Yang Liming, and that both mother and daughter had given him oral sex, they would probably be so shocked they'd vomit blood. After finalizing the plan—well… the plan to have Yang Liming, the capable one, do more work—Shang Qingya and her daughter waved goodbye. Everyone went back to what they were doing and dispersed. Only Yang Liming and the two beautiful ranch owners remained in Feima Pavilion. "Husband, Mother just said that you insist on going to Jingling alone. There must be some conspiracy. Given your lecherous nature, it might be related to women. So Xiuxun and Mother have decided that one of us should go with you. You won't think we're in your way, will you?" Shang Xiuxun said tearfully, looking quite pitiful. Shang Qingya, on the other hand, raised her eyebrows,

looking smug. It seemed like seeing through Yang Liming's scheme was such a glorious thing. "Uh... really? I don't care. But don't you two have anything to do at the ranch?" Yang Liming asked, bewildered. Even with the mother and daughter by his side, nothing could stop his determination to woo women. Besides, the mother and daughter were already accepting of him having so many women, so they probably wouldn't mind if he had a few more wives. "Hehe... just kidding. There's a ton of work to do at the ranch. As the owner, you can't just run around. Go early and come back early. And don't overexert yourself. I know you're very capable, but don't do anything that could put you in danger," Shang Xiuxun suddenly laughed, her tone full of concern. Yang Liming was deeply moved. He hugged the mother and daughter and kissed each of them. Then, with a

flourish, he turned and said, "I'm leaving. Remember, when you can't stand the loneliness, use the Mr. Horn I gave you to play with the mother and daughter lilies. Hehehehe." After saying that, Yang Liming immediately ran off with a sly grin. Without a trace of lingering. This wasn't because he was cold-blooded, but because he had an active space. There is only one entrance to the active space, which only Yang Liming can open. However, there are two exits. One is a random exit, which is wherever Yang Liming is. Wherever he is, that's where the entrance is. The other is a fixed exit, which is the exit that Yang Liming has set up. Yang Liming has temporarily set this exit in Shang Xiuxun's boudoir. If he wants to return to the ranch while in Jingling, it's very simple. He just needs to open the active space, enter, and then exit through the fixed exit. Because this fixed exit is set in Shang Xiuxun's boudoir at the Pegasus Ranch. It's similar to teleportation. Except that the teleportation location is only one place. Of course, if he enters and exits through the random entrance, then he will return to where he originally entered. He enters and exits the same way. Inside Xiangyang City, on the third floor of a large restaurant, a man is drinking and eating meat while muttering to himself. He raised his voice, and a lewd slurred, "Ah, what a pity, it seems my wife Yu Yan isn't in Jingling now. Otherwise, hehe, I could find a chance to put her and Wanwan in the same bed and have a master-disciple affair. Or I could give Wanwan a fake penis to wear so she can fuck Yu Yan. Hahaha, I'm so lewd. Oh oh oh oh."

He was always a man consumed by lust and insatiable desire. Of course, only our protagonist, Yang Liming, could do that. He traveled from the Flying Horse Ranch to Xiangyang City on foot in half a day. When asked why he went through all that trouble, he replied, "Why not ride a horse or drive a carriage?" Yang Liming immediately said in a boastful tone, "Are they faster than me? Besides, I'm experiencing nature and comprehending the Dao, you know? How can I rely on external forces even to travel? No wonder you guys can't master real martial arts. You're so ignorant!" After arriving in Xiangyang, Yang Liming immediately found a decent-looking restaurant for a relaxing break. He was currently enjoying a hearty meal while his mind was filled with lewd thoughts about Wanwan, whom he would soon see. He was currently pondering the serious issue that his master and disciple had been discussing. Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the restaurant gradually filled with customers. Just then, a loud bang of a gavel echoed from the second floor below Yang Liming's place, instantly silencing the restaurant's noise. Yang Liming paid no attention; he knew the restaurant had hired a storyteller to attract repeat customers. At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice coughed and said, "Listeners, please be patient. Yesterday we talked about how 'Flower-Picking Son-in-Law' Yang Liming single-handedly fought against the '100,000-strong army' of the Four Great Bandits, sweeping through the ranks with his sword, rampaging through the army without fear, invincible, killing his way from the front to the back. He drove the Four Great Bandits away for the Flying Horse Ranch. Today, I will tell you about the first feat of this top young master, the one that made him famous. That was the Flower-Picking Son-in-Law's battle against Yuwen Huaji."

"Good!" A clamor erupted from downstairs. Some clapped, some tapped their cleavage with chopsticks, some were exposed-breasted farmers, some were street performers, and some were shy young girls—all sorts of people. After a moment of noise, the storyteller lowered his hands, and the entire hall instantly fell silent again, everyone pricking up their ears to listen to the next part. Yang Liming had been listening intently ever since the storyteller mentioned his name. "Pfft!" He spat out the liquor in his mouth, inwardly yelling, "How can the person described sound so much like me? No, it's definitely me! 'Flower-Picking Son-in-Law,' what bastard came up with such an awful nickname? How many beauties will this scare away? No, I have to change it. This bullshit nickname can't get out. Otherwise, it'll make picking up girls much harder in the future." What Yang Liming was thinking, the storyteller didn't care. He continued, striking the gavel with a "bang," and continued, "Now everyone in the martial arts world knows that 'Flower-Picking Son-in-Law' is a charming and protective man, possessing unparalleled martial arts skills and enough to protect women. He's both righteous and wicked, acting only according to his own whims. For the women he sets his sights on, he doesn't care who he offends. I must praise him as a true man. Moreover, this man is tall and imposing, with a righteous face, handsome enough to draw women in. I've had the honor of seeing him once..." "Hehehe, that's about it, now add 'good kidneys.' Super big ones, super strong in that area." "That's enough to make any man feel inferior," Yang Liming thought narcissistically. He didn't blame the old man for spreading his fabricated stories everywhere. However, he shook his head, wondering when he had ever seen this old man before. He had no recollection of him. And yet, the old man kept praising him. Strange. "Hmph, what flower-picking son-in-law, the number one expert among the younger generation. He's nothing but a lecherous glutton, a disgusting guy who plays with women." Just then, an untimely voice rang out from the second floor. It was an extremely pleasant voice. It was clearly a woman's voice

, but she spoke with a slight foreign accent. She was probably not Han Chinese. "Who, which little girl dares to slander me?" Yang Liming looked downstairs fiercely. But when he saw the girl downstairs who had slandered him, he was stunned for a moment, and his large penis under the table slightly twitched. Then his mentality immediately changed: "I was originally going to give you, the woman who slandered me, a few spankings to get rid of you." Now, hehehe... who told you to look so intimidating?

Chapter 196 Catching an Arrogant Grassland Girl

"This little girl, although she's a barbarian, has big breasts and a perky butt. And she's dressed provocatively. Compared to Han women, she has a unique charm." Yang Liming stroked his beardless chin, looking down at the girl who could be considered a 90 out of 100 overall, and commented. The girl

on the second floor, dressed in red that revealed her pink arms and round navel, had a slightly hard but clearly defined facial contour, and her beautiful eyes were as bright as gemstones, extremely captivating. The girl was unaware that she had attracted the attention of the werewolf. She glanced at the people around her with her beautiful eyes. With a disdainful look, she said, "You Han people are so ignorant! You spread the story of a lecherous womanizer everywhere, you're shameless! If I were to encounter that so-called number one expert named Yang Liming, I'd definitely kill him. Hehe, let's go upstairs, senior brothers. Look at these cowardly Han people." The girl said sweetly to the two men behind her at the end. Only then did everyone notice that she was still followed by two senior brothers carrying weapons. Behind her two senior brothers were more than a dozen burly Hu men,

each with bulging temples. They were clearly experts. However, these experts seemed to follow the lead of the three senior brothers and sisters. Seeing this, those who originally wanted to come up and refute her insults against the Han people had no choice but to back down. After all, she was clearly a highly skilled martial artist from the Jianghu, while they were just ordinary people. If they talked back to this girl, wouldn't they be courting death?

The three senior brothers and sisters were very satisfied with the slightly fearful looks in everyone's eyes. Led by a handsome, tall man in white, around thirty years old, they headed towards the third floor where Yang Liming was. After all, the third floor was the VIP area. The young woman and another young man in his twenties followed behind him. A dozen or so burly men, clearly his henchmen, also followed closely behind.

Before going upstairs, the three women turned to the old storyteller and smiled, saying, "Don't talk about flower thieves. Talk about something else, otherwise listening to you men playing with women will disturb my mood." The old storyteller, though somewhat angry, had to feign humility and nodded repeatedly. The older one gets, the more afraid of death one becomes. Martial arts figures are ruthless killers, especially against non-Han people. They're even more like wild beasts when killing. They have no respect for the elderly or the young. Seeing the scene downstairs, Yang Liming frowned. These non-Han people were too arrogant, and the Han people too weak.

But then he relaxed. After all, they were just ordinary people with no real power or resources. What could they possibly have to fight against ruthless江湖 (jianghu) figures? Imagine if he were one of those compatriots downstairs; he probably would have chosen silence, just like them. Who would do something so suicidal? Knowing you're no match, why jump out and offer yourself up for a beating? That would be foolish. While silence is an option if you lack power, what about Yang Liming? That girl's statement that Han people are all cowards included him and his family. As a capable person, he couldn't remain silent. He didn't react when Fu Junzhuo called Han people "Han dogs," but he did manage to seduce her and give her a good beating in bed.

After all, Fu Junzhuo's parents died at the hands of the Sui people, and the Sui army burned, killed, and raped in their country. She had reason to hate Han people. Of course, that's not the main point. The reason Yang Liming could tolerate the three Goryeo sisters' insults towards Han people, and didn't do anything too extreme, only a slight punishment, was... The most important reason was that the three Korean sisters harbored hatred and fear towards the Han people, while this girl in red showed contempt and disdain. Imagine you have two people around you who are hostile to you. One is fearful and hateful, the other despises and mocks you. Which would you dislike more? At least Yang Liming disliked the latter far more. "

Hate me? Fine, come and take revenge if you dare. If you succeed, that's your skill. But if you despise me, you're in trouble. I'll show you what's what." This was Yang Liming's value system. Therefore, he decided to teach these self-important fools a lesson. The people on the second floor were silent for a while, then began to whisper amongst themselves before cautiously leaving. The three Hu (non-Han) disciples who had reached the third floor looked around, and the leader, a young man in white, shouted, "You all get out! We've booked all the seats here!" The waiter on the third floor was stunned, unsure what to do, and cautiously said, "But the guests haven't left yet!" "Clang!" A dozen burly men flashed their Hu knives at their waists.

"No one can stay on the third floor any longer." The waiter, pale with fright, said, and quietly left. The waiter was on the verge of tears; their restaurant didn't have any powerful backers and couldn't afford to offend these outlaws. "Hey you in the blue shirt, we've requisitioned the third floor! Get out of here! Go downstairs if you want to eat!" a woman's voice snapped at Yang Liming. Yang Liming looked up and saw the beautiful young woman from the Central Asian region. Before he knew it, he was the only one left eating and drinking on the third floor. "No need to look, I'm talking to you. Get lost. I'm not used to eating with strangers." Hearing this, Yang Liming inhaled the fragrance emanating from the woman. After taking another sip of his drink, he turned away under the woman's impatient gaze.

However, instead of obediently standing up and leaving as the woman expected, he crossed his legs and leaned against the table behind him. With a thuggish air, he raised an eyebrow at the young woman and said, "Beautiful lady, are you calling me? Normally, if a beauty like you wanted me to give up my seat, we could discuss it. But... who told you bunch of barbarians to be so arrogant on our Han land? It's made me a little unhappy. Beautiful lady, what do you say we do now?" "You're asking for death, you little Han thief!" The beautiful woman's face flushed red with anger. She pointed a finger at Yang Liming. But to her astonishment, her finger didn't reach Yang Liming; it just barely reached within three feet of him. Yang Liming instantly grasped her delicate hand.

"How is this possible?" the foreign girl thought in astonishment. Just now, the distance between her and Yang Liming was less than fifty centimeters. Her slender, jade-like hand couldn't even reach fifty centimeters. It was as if the distance between Yang Liming and her had suddenly increased. Looking up with her beautiful eyes, she found that Yang Liming was still in the same position. He was still leaning against the table behind him, and sitting in the same chair. Even his posture hadn't changed. Except for his right hand, which was now holding her small hand and kneading her delicate skin, everything else was the same. Had he moved just now? The foreign beauty was puzzled. She was puzzled, but her senior brother, dressed in white and looking rather flamboyant, was not puzzled. He had just discovered a terrifying phenomenon. The Han man in blue clothes, who looked like an ordinary person, had actually retreated a full half meter when her junior sister's fingers were less than a centimeter away from him. And at the same time as he retreated, the table behind him and the chair he was sitting on also seemed to come alive. They automatically lifted a few millimeters off the ground and moved straight backward. And throughout this process, not a single drop of water spilled from the wine glasses on the table. Even more terrifying, Yang Liming accomplished all this without budging a muscle. It created the illusion that space itself had suddenly been stretched out. "Junior Sister, come back. Come back immediately!" The observant young man in white, upon discovering all this, broke out in a cold sweat.

This seemingly harmless man... what level of cultivation was he at? He had a rough idea. Unity of Heaven and Man. That was a strength even their master could only dream of. According to his master, perhaps the three Grandmasters had reached this legendary level, but only at the initial stage. If his earlier guess was true, this young Han man... oh no... this was probably an old monster who had regained his youth... at least a super strong individual at the level of the three Grandmasters, and perhaps even stronger. "Let me go, do you hear me?" The Hu girl desperately wanted to return. She just couldn't pull her small hand away from Yang Liming's grasp. What was even more unsettling was that no matter how she attacked, it seemed she couldn't hit Yang Liming. Her attacks almost always grazed his body, and Yang Liming was still sitting down! Keep in mind, the distance between them was only twenty or thirty centimeters!

Another small punch landed, but her other hand was also captured. Yang Liming gently pulled her, and the Hu girl lost her balance. She fell straight towards Yang Liming, and needless to say, a bunch of soft, elastic flesh was captured by him. Even her pressure points were sealed. "Senior, have mercy!" Seeing this, the white-robed, flamboyant senior brother was even more certain of his guess. Yang Liming might really be some old guy who had regained his youth. Otherwise, if he really looked like he was under twenty, how could he be so powerful? "Put down your junior sister. The other younger senior brother and the group of Hu men behind him are clearly less composed." He drew his sword and shouted angrily. In less than a minute, their junior sister (young lady) had been suddenly subdued, leaving them all somewhat astonished.

"Shut up, all of you." The young man in white still held some authority. The scene immediately fell silent. He stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior, we have offended you. Could you please spare our junior sister this time?" "Senior? Are you calling me?" Yang Liming pointed to himself. Strange. But then he didn't pay much attention to it. Senior it is then. Under everyone's gaze, Yang Liming grabbed the foreign girl, who looked like a giant Barbie doll, and hoisted her onto his shoulders. He pointed to the girl, whose face was now flushed with desire, and said, "The junior sister you want me to release is her, right? No way. She's my trophy now, hehe, just a toy. I have no interest in you. Get lost."

Chapter 197 Kidnapping, the Tiele beauty was kidnapped by Old Yang.

As Yang Liming spoke, he put one arm around the girl and deliberately placed his hand on her chest. His fingers secretly and carefully played with her nipples a few times. Then he pinched them hard a few times. (Comment from a homeless person: Who told her to wear so little? Tragic.) The foreign girl was immobilized by pressure points, unable to move. She couldn't speak as Yang Liming harassed her, feeling both pain and pleasure emanating from her chest and nipples. Her cheeks flushed even more, her eyes revealing a hatred that wanted to devour Yang Liming. Yang Liming, however, ignored all this. He went even further, secretly controlling his inner energy, channeling it to the girl's body, attaching to several sensitive areas, and vibrating them. He was truly treating the girl like a doll. The girl was nearly driven mad. Being toyed with by his lustful inner energy, and being double-dealt with openly and covertly by Yang Liming in public, was incredibly humiliating. What terrified her even more was that with Yang Liming's lewdness, she was experiencing waves of pleasure. Her virgin vagina was involuntarily wet. She was terrified; if it continued to get wet... The slowly flowing fluids from her crotch might seep through her already thin trousers, soaking Yang Liming's thighs. (She was sitting on Yang Liming's lap.)

Although the others couldn't see Yang Liming secretly channeling his lustful energy into the girl's body, they clearly saw his large hands kneading and squeezing her breasts. Except for the white-robed senior brother, who had a rough idea of Yang Liming's strength, the other Hu people's eyes gleamed with desire. Especially the younger senior brother, who almost felt like he was being cuckolded. This junior sister was his childhood fantasy, the object of his lustful fantasies. Every night after he turned ten, he would lewdly fantasize about her in his dreams.

And judging from recent events, it seemed this junior sister wasn't completely indifferent to him. She even seemed to encourage him to pursue her. Now, seeing his beloved junior sister being lewdly violated in another man's arms, her sacred breasts, which he had never even touched, being kneaded by another man, how could he possibly bear it? He immediately jumped out: "Senior brother, why are you stopping me? Look what he's doing to junior sister!"

"Senior, we know we were wrong. You are a senior and esteemed Han Chinese. How can you treat a junior like this? Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world? Is this the way of hospitality in a country that claims to be a land of etiquette?" The eldest brother was also anxious. He quickly thought of a problem and said. He seized upon a flaw in the Chinese people's attitude towards foreign affairs throughout history: their concern for face and their self-righteousness as a superior nation. As long as foreigners show weakness, even if it's just superficial, most Chinese people will fall into a morbid sense of generosity and let them off the hook.

He thought Yang Liming would also have some consideration for this. But to his surprise, Yang Liming just smiled: "We, a land of etiquette, only show etiquette to people. As for the dogs who always bark at us, there's no need for that." As soon as Yang Liming uttered these veiled words, the faces of the Hu people became less pleasant, because Yang Liming was clearly calling them dogs. The youngest brother couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, rushing towards Yang Liming. He leaped high into the air, his longsword slashing down at Yang Liming's head. His imposing figure, combined with the pent-up energy he channeled into his strike, created a truly impressive aura. The senior disciple, a young man in white, was too late to stop him. Fortunately, the other dozen or so Hu warriors, though enraged, remained steadfast in their loyalty.

"Oh. The peak of the Day-End Great Perfection realm. I can only say your courage is commendable." Yang Liming's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light. A thick layer of true qi erupted around him, creating a vortex of suction. The junior disciple, who had leaped high, suddenly plummeted to the ground, crashing heavily. The Hu warriors were shocked, not even glancing at their fallen senior disciple. Yang Liming chuckled lightly, "I've heard that you Turks have a custom of the loser becoming a slave. How about we make a vow that the loser will be a slave for life, serving the other? Of course, it doesn't have to be you big men serving me; I only want your charming junior sister. Tsk tsk, I happen to be short of a bed warmer, and your junior sister has just delivered herself to my doorstep. How can I miss this? How about this, I won't bully you; you can all come at me together."

After saying that, he suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had remembered something, and continued, "Oh, right. Who is your master? Your martial arts are not bad, and you are so arrogant. Your master should not be some nobody, right?" The white-robed senior brother, who was originally prepared to fight to the death, heard Yang Liming's words and his heart skipped a beat. He had actually forgotten to mention his master's name. Although the martial arts of the person in front of him were even better than his master's, it did not necessarily mean that his master's name was useless. Thinking of this, he immediately said, "Senior, my junior sister and junior brother are young and ignorant. With your ability, I don't think you would bully the weak and stoop to the level of two children, right? My master is Qu Ao, the number one expert of Tiele, known as the Flying Eagle. If you, senior, will not pursue our rudeness today, my master will surely retaliate in the future." "What! It's Qu Ao. I knew it. Then you are Chang Shumou, and one of them is a peacock feather, and the other is... I forgot what his name is." Yang Liming pulled out his finger—which he had been kneading—the breasts of the beautiful woman in his arms—and pointed at the group, saying, "Senior, do you know my master?" Uncle Chang thought to himself how many friends Master Xie had. "No, I don't. Fine, are you going to fight or not? Since you're too scared, I'm leaving. But this little girl with the flowery feather is mine." "Yang Liming stood up as he spoke.

But for some reason, the area where Hua Lingzi had been sitting was completely soaked. Even more exaggeratedly, drops of water were constantly seeping from Hua Lingzi's crotch. Her face was flushed. Tears streamed from her watery eyes, brimming with desire. It was unclear whether it was from shame or something else. Seeing

this, everyone's expression changed drastically. Those present were all adults. Looking at Yang Liming's soaked trousers and Hua Lingzi's clearly aroused appearance, they knew exactly what had happened. A wave of humiliation washed over them, and their eyes reddened. Hua Lingzi had been touched until she climaxed by the enemy in front of so many of them. (They didn't know that Yang Liming was constantly transmitting his true energy into Hua Lingzi's body, teasing every sensitive area.) "The hot-blooded junior brother, who had been lying on the ground unable to get up, suddenly seemed to have unlocked his genetic potential. He leaped up and angrily pounced on Yang Liming, looking exactly like someone who had been cuckolded.

'Attack!' Uncle Chang had no choice but to shout helplessly. He absolutely couldn't let Yang Liming take his junior sister away. Judging from the situation, nothing good would happen if Yang Liming took her away. Yang Liming had already said that Hua Lingzi was his spoils. For the people of the grasslands, the beautiful women they acquired as spoils were always… 'Kill!' The Tiele people's inner strength exploded. After easily dodging the junior brother's attack, Yang Liming ignored everyone and kissed the beautiful woman in his arms hard on the lips, saying, 'Hehe, don't panic. No one can stop your destiny of being trained by me. My future little slave girl.'" Unable to move or speak, Hua Lingzi could do nothing but glare fiercely at Yang Liming with her beautiful eyes, still wet with tears. She had already lost face terribly. Although women of the grasslands were generally more open than those of the Central Plains, for her, raised with Han Chinese culture, being touched on the breast and forced to ejaculate in public by Yang Liming was an unbearable humiliation.

Especially considering she had actually enjoyed the feeling, she even had suicidal thoughts. Her passionate inner strength was useless. This wasn't the world of Saint Seiya. The Hu people didn't have Yang Liming's protagonist aura, much less Ultraman. One minute. No, to be precise, thirty seconds. All the Tiele men were down. The difference in strength was too great. Their strongest was only at the early stage of the Innate Realm (Chang Shumou). Most were only at the late stage of the Acquired Realm. How could they possibly be a match for Yang Liming? Sometimes, quantity cannot compensate for a difference in quality. Looking at the people lying on the ground, Yang Liming chuckled evilly, "I'll take care of this female slave for now. If your master is looking for her, just come. Hahaha. You Tiele people, if you're not tough enough, don't be so arrogant." "Let her go! If you want to kill her, just kill her! Why kidnap her! Let her go!" The junior brother desperately tried to stand up, slowly walking towards Yang Liming. He had just been kicked by Yang Liming, breaking three ribs. He was now almost delirious. "Come back, junior brother. Cough cough cough. Don't go to your death. Wait for Master, cough cough."

Chang Shumou coughed up blood and grabbed him. "Don't make me sound like a villain. I just wanted to train—train—our little Tiele beauty." Yang Liming wasn't going to be moved. He picked up the Tiele beauty and left without a second thought. After leaving, Yang Liming found a brothel. He carried the Tiele beauty inside, tossing a coin to the doorman and ordering him to arrange a secret room for him. The doorman was clever; seeing the foreign beauty on Yang Liming's shoulder, he understood what Yang Liming intended. He quickly found a nice spot for his benefactor. Once inside the secret room, Yang Liming closed the door and released Hua Lingzi's pressure points. Hua Lingzi immediately collapsed to the ground, too weak to speak, only letting out unconscious groans. Just now... Under Hua Lingzi's covert lewd advances, she had already climaxed several times; otherwise, the love fluid flowing from her tender virgin uterus wouldn't have soaked Yang Liming's pants. For a girl who had never experienced love, this stimulation was a bit too much, especially in such a public setting.

Chapter 198 From Forced to Active

"Hey, wake up, stop moaning. If you're going to moan, save your energy for when I'm fucking you, okay?" Yang Liming squatted down and patted the face of the half-dazed Tiele beauty. Looking at her exposed, slender legs, he really did feel a bit of an impulse. Upon hearing his shout, the Tiele beauty's dazed eyes quickly regained focus. When she realized she could move again, she tried to sit up and slap Yang Liming.

Of course, this was futile; her small hand was once again in Yang Liming's grasp. At the same time, Yang Liming said in a lewd tone, "Beautiful little Tiele sister, what you're doing is very unfair. I just put in so much effort to give you that blissful feeling, and the drool on your little mouth hasn't even dried yet, and you're already turning your back on me? Hahaha." "Shameless scoundrel, you might as well kill me, or my master will never forgive you!" Hua Lingzi struggled, her voice filled with a hatred that would send chills down the spine of any ordinary person.

But Yang Liming was no ordinary person; he didn't care about such things. He grabbed Hua Lingzi with one hand and lifted her up. With his other hand, he touched her vulva, waving the wet fluid in front of her face, and said, "My grassland beauty, it seems you're being a bit insincere. You seemed to enjoy it just now. Look at this; your body is much more honest than your mouth. I know you enjoyed the feeling just now. Want something more exciting?" "Stop!"

Hua Lingzi felt a jolt of shame, anger, and hatred as her secret area was explored by an enemy she had only recently met. There was also a strange, inexplicable pleasure that made her heart race. "Haha, stop now? Didn't you call me a womanizer at the restaurant? Well, I'm going to be the one to ruin you now." Yang Liming's huge penis stood erect, creating a noticeable dent in his pants, almost making one wonder if it would tear. "Please, please let me go! I won't let my master and the others bother you." Hua Lingzi glanced at Yang Liming's crotch and immediately trembled with fear, pleading pitifully. She knew what a man might do to her in this desperate situation. Although she was more open than the average woman from the Central Plains, it didn't mean she was promiscuous. There were limits to that. "What a joke, you think I'd be afraid of your master causing trouble?" Yang Liming curled his lip in disdain. Although Qu Ao had some martial arts skills and Ren Shaoming had some influence, Yang Liming didn't take them seriously.

Hua Lingzi's last hope was shattered. She kept shrinking into the corner, forcing herself to say, "You'd better not come any closer. Even if I die, I won't let you, a shameless scoundrel, insult me. Don't think that the sons and daughters of the grasslands are easy to bully. I will not submit to you." "Haha, shameless scoundrel, I am a shameless scoundrel. I am indeed a lecherous glutton, a disgusting guy who plays with women. You little girl, didn't you swear back at the restaurant that if you ever met me, you would kill me? What, now it seems that it's a little girl who's going to be properly disciplined by this lecherous glutton."

Yang Liming said, mimicking what Hua Lingzi had said in the restaurant. Hua Lingzi was startled. "Could you be that lecherous young master, Yang Liming, the top martial artist of the Central Plains?" Just as Hua Lingzi realized that Yang Liming was the lecherous devil she had been talking about, Yang Liming made a new move. With a "rip," the clothes and apron Hua Lingzi used to cover her breasts were torn apart. Two large breasts, noticeably larger than those of women from the Central Plains, sprang out. The nipples bounced in the air, tracing arcs. "No, I know... I know I was wrong... Mr. Yang... I beg you, don't rape me!" Hua Lingzi cried, covering her large breasts with her arms. At the same time, a morbid desire to be conquered arose within her, almost making her think she had lost her mind. "It's too late to beg me now. Who told you to call me a lecherous devil? I'll show you what lechery is." Hua Lingzi gritted her teeth and suddenly pulled out two daggers from her belt, pressing them against her neck.

"Don't come any closer. Or I'll slit my own throat and let you play with a corpse." A clear voice with a foreign accent said. "Okay. Go ahead and kill yourself. I won't stop you." Yang Liming shrugged and laughed indifferently. He didn't believe Hua Lingzi would really commit suicide. At his level, although he couldn't know exactly what others with much lower martial arts skills were thinking, he could still vaguely sense their thoughts. Hua Lingzi might care a little, but she would never value it more than her own life. Yang Liming could sense that. And Hua Lingzi's evasive eyes also indicated that Yang Liming's premonition was correct. "You..." Hua Lingzi never expected such an answer. She swallowed hard, and with a flick of her hand, she really made a gesture as if she was about to slit her own throat. But Yang Liming remained unmoved, merely blinking and saying, "Beautiful lady, hold on a minute. I have a habit of mine. I particularly enjoy taking my anger out on others. If you really die, I think I'll be furious and go find your two senior brothers, and kill them all. Hehe, they should still be in this city, haven't left yet."

Hua Lingzi, who hadn't really considered dying, trembled upon hearing this and immediately surrendered. She took a deep breath and shouted, "Bastard! You Han people are all the same! I'll do whatever you want! You bastard... bastard... &%&……￥&￥￥&&%……￥." This beauty seemed to have gone all out. Her face was completely exposed, and she didn't bother to hide it anymore. She just kept cursing. However, it was clear that some of her Chinese cursing wasn't quite up to par. A few words of her native tongue popped out as she cursed.

"Ugh..." Yang Liming couldn't stand a woman's incessant chatter, especially when it was cursing him. He simply pulled her close and gave her a passionate kiss. Hua Lingzi struggled, but under Yang Liming's force, how could she break free? Unconsciously, she gave up, even becoming somewhat intoxicated by it. That was her nature. If she could resist, she would fight desperately. But if there was no hope of resistance, she would submit and enjoy it. Yang Liming's invincible image had already been planted in her mind when he easily dealt with her fellow disciples. The grassland woman's natural tendency to rely on the strong made her subconsciously not averse to being conquered by a strong man like Yang Liming. Her resistance earlier was mainly a matter of face.

After a long while, Yang Liming released the grassland girl, who was already dizzy from his kisses. At this point, her eyes were glazed, her limbs weak and powerless, and not only her face, but almost every inch of her body was flushed. Yang Liming smiled wickedly and reached out to pinch her two rosy nipples, gently kneading them. "Ah..." Hua Lingzi let out a moan. Her body was already highly sensitive from Yang Liming's lewd behavior at the restaurant, and this real stimulation instantly aroused her again, a warm current flowing through her lower abdomen. "Haha!" Yang Liming laughed wildly, then licked Hua Lingzi's earlobe lightly with his tongue, making her shudder. His hot breath close to her ear, he teased, "I told you, your body is much more obedient. Tsk tsk, you're really wanton. Just a light touch, a kiss, and you're already overflowing with lust? Ahahaha." "You 'silly' thief! You devil! Say whatever you want, use whatever methods you have, the daughter of the grasslands will not yield!" Hua Lingzi said defiantly, her body trembling involuntarily. Yang Liming's skills in controlling women were no joke; she was almost unable to suppress herself, otherwise she wouldn't have cried out earlier. The wet, sticky liquid between her legs made her very uncomfortable. Knowing she couldn't escape today, Hua Lingzi, quite unexpectedly, went all out. She shoved Yang Liming away, shouting, "You lecherous devil, you want to play with me? Then come on, play with me however you want. Don't think I'll cry and whine like you Central Plains women afterwards. If you can handle my master's wrath." "Your master is nothing. Do you think I'm afraid of someone like him?" Yang Liming quickly tore off his disguise, revealing his raw body and pointing his erect penis at the grassland girl. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 199 Push Push Push Push **Fall Down Fall Down Fall

"You bastard, how dare you look down on my master!" Hua Lingzi, who was actively pulling off her lower body disguise (her upper body was already naked), jumped up like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on. But her trouser leg tripped, and she fell to the ground. It was the first time she had ever shown her full nakedness to a man. Although she was in a "what's the worst that could happen?" mindset, she still couldn't help feeling a bit nervous, her mind racing with all sorts of chaotic thoughts. Her mind went blank. As a martial arts master, tripping over her own trouser leg was indeed quite embarrassing. Hua Lingzi fell to the ground in a rather awkward way, like a smooth, beautiful snake.

Yang Liming's large penis became even more erect. He pounced on her, embracing the slightly wild grassland girl. The grassland girl was still scratching at Yang Liming's body indignantly, clearly resentful that Yang Liming looked down on her master. However, after being forcibly attacked by Yang Liming with the same moves he had used on Dugu Feng, she immediately became obedient, her face full of lust.

"Ah...ah...don't hit my butt anymore." At this moment, Hua Lingzi, kneeling on the ground, had her buttocks raised high. The amount of lustful fluid between her legs was unbelievable. Her charming buttocks were covered in a large, red patch, marked with Yang Liming's handprints, indicating the treatment they had received.

"Hahaha, okay. I won't spank your butt anymore. Let's do something else." Yang Liming said, pressing both hands onto Hua Lingzi's buttocks, which he had slapped until they were bright red. His burning desire, fueled by his inner energy, surged through her soft, elastic buttocks, frantically penetrating every vein and pore of the grassland girl's body. "Ah...it's so uncomfortable...it's so itchy inside...how...why is this...it's so hot..." With the surge of his inner energy, Hua Lingzi couldn't withstand the astonishing stimulation any longer. She rolled her eyes and cried out. Yang Liming pressed the already frenzied Hua Lingzi to the ground, looking at her voluptuous body. He took a deep breath, leaned down, and squeezed her soft breasts. Hua Lingzi was burning with desire, and could only writhe her soft, smooth body to fully cooperate with Yang Liming. Yang Liming lay on top of Hua Lingzi, his large hands kneading her tender breasts, his tongue greedily licking her smooth pink neck. Hua Lingzi breathed softly, her breasts being kneaded and shaped into various forms by Yang Liming's hands. He leaned down and opened his mouth to take her seemingly long-awaited bright red nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. His tongue, in coordination with his hands, licked her tender nipple forcefully. "Ah..." Crazy moans escaped from her rosy lips, her body twisting and turning under the intense sucking and licking, adding to her frenzy.

"I want it... I'm in pain... I can't take it anymore..." Hua Lingzi kept thrusting her lower body, bringing her juicy vulva closer to Yang Liming's erect penis. But Yang Liming skillfully dodged her. He continued to play with her breasts and nipples, but was in no hurry to penetrate her vulva, which was already itching unbearably from the burning desire. "I want it... I want it..." "Hahaha, call me master, and I'll give it to you." Yang Liming said wickedly, looking like he wanted to punch her. He was not a generous person. He was just getting a little revenge on this woman for her arrogance in the restaurant. Seeing the struggle on Hua Lingzi's face, Yang Liming was very happy. He knew that she was definitely going to be his little slave. Sure enough,

after only a short while, Hua Lingzi couldn't help but cry and call him master. Yang Liming was satisfied. He was very satisfied with the various functions of the Emperor's Inner Classic. He lifted her two plump legs onto his shoulders. Amidst Hua Lingzi's screams, after licking her rosy nipples a few times, he didn't hesitate, thrusting his large penis forward to charge. He forcefully parted her tender, sparsely haired vulva, attempting entry, but encountered a soft barrier. The sudden swelling caused Hua Lingzi, already lost in a daze, to furrow her brow slightly. Having never experienced anything like this before, she didn't know what was about to happen, and haphazardly twisted her waist. Hua Lingzi's crotch was incredibly soft, her tender vulva gently rubbing against his massive penis, making Yang Liming unable to resist. He grabbed her slender waist, lifted her up, and forcefully thrust his thick penis deep into her forbidden territory. "Ah…!!!!" A loud cry echoed through the room as his thick penis had penetrated three-tenths of the way in.

Hua Lingzi's jade-like hands weakly clawed at the air, her alluring eyes filled with tears from the sharp pain of the penetration. Her beautiful face was contorted with pain, her teeth clenched tightly. "Ouch...it hurts so much! Be gentle!" She was experiencing both pain and itching inside, it was truly unbearable. But thankfully, the intense pain only lasted a moment. Then it immediately subsided. After all, the power of the "Desire Jade Burning Body True Qi" was no joke. The lustful fluids secreted inside quickly numbed the pain.

Seeing that Hua Lingzi no longer felt the pain, Yang Liming began his fierce assault. His right hand gripped her neck tightly, his stubble rubbing against her tender face; his left hand pinched her swollen nipples, twisting them incessantly; his large penis below was even more vigorous, thrusting in and out with increasing speed. The impact of their flesh, combined with the stickiness of her vaginal fluids, produced a "slap! slap! slap!" sound. Hua Lingzi couldn't help but cry out, "Oh! Oh... Ah... So comfortable... Oh..."

One of her fragrant tongues extended from her mouth, searching for the other. The two mouths met, and her tongue followed suit, greedily sucking until it ached at the root. She desperately pressed her hands against his buttocks, pushing herself upwards to meet his thrusts, ensuring her vagina was tightly joined to his penis, leaving no gap between them.

Yang Liming felt the muscles in Hua Lingzi's vagina contract in waves, gripping his glans with a tingling sensation. This tingling sensation traveled deeper and deeper along the seminal ducts, concentrating in his lower abdomen. An unbearable pleasure immediately spread throughout his body, returning to his penis. It made a final, powerful thrust, finally erupting like a volcano, spraying out milky white semen that met with clear vaginal fluid in the constantly contracting depths of her vagina.

The two embraced for a while, then Yang Liming suddenly pulled his penis out of her vagina. He stood up, lewdly grinning, and pointed to his now miraculously enormous penis. He said, "Give me a lick, little slave girl. Don't tell me you didn't know."

Hua Lingzi didn't object, only glancing at him blankly. Then, her delicate hand grasped the penis, still wet with her own fluids, that had just been ejaculated into her vagina. She opened her mouth, taking the penis in, and gently licked it, her small tongue licking the glans and then the urethral opening. One hand gripped the shaft, stroking it incessantly. She felt the veins throbbing intensely, the penis bobbing up and down with the surge of blood. Then, her hand slid down, taking the testicles in her hand and gently kneading them.

Yang Liming gasped, involuntarily extending his rough, calloused hands to stroke her smooth collarbone downwards, then along her full breasts. He pinched and tugged at her nipples. Unable to

bear the overwhelming stimulation, Hua Lingzi cried out, spitting out the penis that had almost penetrated her throat.
She turned around and bent over, raising her buttocks high towards Yang Liming, saying, "I want... I... Master..."
Seeing Hua Lingzi's vulva facing him, Yang Liming squatted down. He greedily parted her thick labia majora, exposing as much of the tenderest, most sensitive, and most stimulating flesh as possible. His tongue, long and pointed, had explored the vulvas of countless beautiful women. With his extensive experience, he could penetrate deep into her vaginal walls, stirring and scraping with abandon, making Hua Lingzi flustered, panting, and moaning incessantly.

Suddenly, Yang Liming lowered his head and took Hua Lingzi's lustful clitoris, as bright as agate, into his mouth, sucking and licking it fiercely. Hua Lingzi trembled all over, scratching her ears and cheeks, shaking up and down. The stimulation of her vulva by Yang Liming's hard stubble caused spasms, almost sending her to heaven.
"Ah...ah...I'm coming..."

With a "smack," a stream of vaginal fluid shot quickly from her vagina onto Yang Liming's face. "Hahaha, I knew you grassland girls were sluts." Yang Liming wiped away the fluid that had gushed from her. Then, he grabbed her buttocks with each of his large hands,
aiming at her wet, fleshy opening. He inserted the red-hot iron rod, like a steel needle, into Hua Lingzi's fleshy orifice, causing the fleshy opening to grip tightly. The woman's vagina was stretched taut and swollen. A pleasurable current quickly spread throughout Hua Lingzi's body—numb, itchy, tingling, and sore…

Yang Liming leaned forward and grasped Hua Lingzi's pair of plump, white breasts, kneading them vigorously and pinching her nipples. Simultaneously, his hips moved in sync with Hua Lingzi's full buttocks, thrusting up and down. Hua Lingzi's eyes rolled back in pleasure, she gasped for breath, her flower opening wide, her blood boiling. She leaned down, embracing Yang Liming even tighter, her pinkish-white buttocks twisting wildly, her heart burning with desire. Her vaginal walls contracted in waves, her flower sucking at the glans, the glans pressing against her flower, making Yang Liming shout with pleasure.

Yang Liming knew her climax was approaching, so he moved rapidly. He felt Hua Lingzi's vagina opening and closing, gripping his penis, and a surge of excitement spread throughout his body. Suddenly, Hua Lingzi's body trembled, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid spurted out, one after another, almost endlessly.
"Ah... um... ah!... You bad boy, you tortured me to death just now," Hua Lingzi gasped after several orgasms, the burning sensation lessening. Hearing this, Yang Liming remained on top of her, pulling at her two swollen nipples, almost the size of small grapes, and continued thrusting with all his might. Hearing her words, he couldn't help but put on a stern face and said, "You should call me master. We agreed on that earlier." "Ah...ah...um...no...too...shameful...I won't...I'm not...a slave girl...ah...um...oh..." "What? Damn it! Then I won't do it to you anymore. You can use your hand to fuck yourself." After Yang Liming finished speaking, he angrily pulled out his large penis with a "pop" and sat down to the side. Only a lewd smile was on his face. He knew that Hua Lingzi had almost been conquered by the lustful fire generated by the Fire Burning Body True Qi. That was the True Qi that even Wanwan and Zhu Yuyan had once been unable to bear moaning. He didn't believe that she didn't want to continue being fucked by him.

"Oh...no..." Hua Lingzi let out a desperate scream. Perhaps overwhelmed by passion, Hua Lingzi actually climbed onto Yang Liming's body. She cried out, "Master, isn't being your master enough? Be my slave. Be my slave. Even if Master comes to call me, I won't go back to the grasslands." She rubbed her buttocks against Yang Liming's large penis, as if trying to save him from penetration. Yang Liming smiled triumphantly, his penis erect, then he grabbed Hua Lingzi's legs and thrust upwards towards her dripping, lustful opening, "plop," penetrating her completely, all the way to the deepest point. He reconquered her. Hua Lingzi cried out softly in pleasure, "Oh...it's inside! Move faster...ah...um." (Deleted...Deleted...to avoid censorship) Hua Lingzi's eyes were full of lust as she cried out in a wanton voice, "No... ah... I'm going to cum... ah... faster... &... &%&%&%#￥#... &%￥" Hearing her moan and then involuntarily utter a string of bird-like words (Tiele language), Yang Liming was aroused and thrust in and out with all his might. After a few thrusts, Hua Lingzi's delicate, jade-like body suddenly stiffened. Her pearly white teeth bit her red lips, and her snow-white, rounded arms tightly wrapped around Yang Liming. Her inner part contracted, her already tight opening feeling as if it would snap Yang Liming's manhood in two, tightly enveloping and wrapping around it. Immediately afterward, she opened her mouth and let out a long, low moan. A release occurred inside her, and a thick, creamy, vaginal fluid gushed from deep within, drenching the head of his large penis. Her healthy, radiant body went limp, and she lay weakly on top of Yang Liming, a joyful, satisfied smile on her face. She had released her pent-up desire. Yang Liming, already feeling an unbearable itch, couldn't resist any longer. Now, the heat only intensified the tingling sensation

, sending a shiver down his spine. His heart trembled with itchiness, his handsome face flushed, and after a few rapid thrusts, his large penis contracted sharply within her, a powerful jet of hot, thick semen spraying onto the tender, soft flesh of her vagina. The scalding semen made her body tremble, her delicate form floating as if she were ascending to the top of a cloud. She slightly opened her pretty eyes, her cherry-like lips letting out sweet, pleasurable moans. "Hahaha, even someone kidnapped can be so proactive. Truly rare! This female slave is quite good." Yang Liming stood up and laughed loudly, his hands still holding Hua Lingzi's body. The two were still joined together.

"Who's your female slave? You despicable one," Hua Lingzi said, her pretty face flushed. "How can you turn your back on me so easily?" Yang Liming said, raising his large hand high. Seeing Yang Liming's raised hand, Hua Lingzi suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation on her buttocks. She quickly whispered, "Master, I'm a female slave. Don't hit my buttocks. I admit it, okay?" "I don't care if you admit it or not. Your status is already set," Yang Liming said smugly. With a soft "pop," amidst the grassland girl's low moans, he pulled his weapon out of her body. "I'm leaving. You can come with me, or you can go back to your senior brothers. It's your choice. But no matter what your mistress chooses, you must go to the Pegasus Ranch in a month. That will be your home from now on. Your master and mistress are there." Yang Liming said domineeringly. Then, without waiting for Hua Lingzi's reply, he dressed and pushed open the door. He had only taken a few steps when a delicate shout came from behind: "Don't run away."

Chapter 200: Displaying Power on the River - Forcing You to Retreat

Yang Liming turned around and smiled at Hua Lingzi, who had already dressed and was running out quickly. "You... don't run away." Hua Lingzi blushed and came to Yang Liming. "What's wrong, little slave girl? Is it because you've been too comfortable with your master that you don't want to leave his side?" Yang Liming blinked and said, raising his finger to flick the girl's plump breasts. Hua Lingzi, for reasons unknown, glanced at Yang Liming with a slight smile and said, "Say whatever you want. So what if I felt good after you did it to me?" She then covered her flushed face, clearly a little shy.

"Oh, then you can stay with me, little slave girl, hahaha." Yang Liming smugly tried to pull Hua Lingzi close, but she dodged him. "Don't call me a slave girl. I just don't want you to just eat me and leave. What do you take me for?" Hua Lingzi said firmly. However, seeing Yang Liming raise an eyebrow, she knew he wasn't satisfied with her words. She immediately covered her still-red buttocks and quickly whispered, "When I was with you...that..., I'd be your slave girl. Now...not..." "Hehe." Yang Liming was amused by her unexpected response. The butt-slapping

technique, infused with the Emperor's Inner Classic's true energy, was indeed memorable. Moreover, Hua Lingzi's words clearly indicated she was willingly labeling herself as a member of the Yang family. She was once again extremely grateful for her incredibly powerful little brother. "I am once again extremely grateful to the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic." How many women has he made so dependent on him? Just as Yang Liming was planning to take this grassland girl to Jingling for a romantic journey, he saw her use her light-footed skills to leap onto the rooftops. Standing there with her hands on her hips, she said, "I'm going back to my master first. I can't let them worry, lest they come looking for trouble. I'll come find you later." With that, she vanished in a flash. Yang Liming glanced in the direction she left, then turned and walked away. He wasn't worried that she wouldn't come back. Unless she never wanted a man again, or wanted to live a life of widowhood. Because a woman who had been sexually assaulted by Yang Liming using the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic

probably wouldn't even be aroused by other men. The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic was specifically designed for sexual intercourse with women; how could it not have measures to prevent a woman who had been sexually assaulted from leaving forever or cheating? How could Yang Liming make Du Fuwei retreat? He had been thinking about this problem the whole way. Later, he selected four plans. First, he could infiltrate Du Fuwei's camp and offer him some benefits to force him to retreat. Second, he could infiltrate his camp again, use the Soul-Controlling Needle to control him, and then Du Fuwei would do whatever he was told. Third, he could infiltrate his camp again and burn down his supplies, leaving him with nothing to fight. Fourth, he could supply the Jingling army with modern weapons, letting them utterly defeat Du Fuwei. After considering all this, he immediately ruled out the first and fourth options. He wasn't that generous; he wouldn't give anyone benefits unless they were willing to work for him. The second option seemed worth considering, but it felt pointless. Du Fuwei had no ambition whatsoever. From the original story, Yang Liming even admired him, although he disagreed with some aspects of the guy. Turning him into his machine seemed less appealing than killing him.

So, he ultimately decided on the fourth option. Of course, if Du Fuwei showed signs of opposing him in the future, he wouldn't mind using the second option. What if Du Fuwei switched places with the Four Great Bandits and attacked the Pegasus Ranch instead of Jingling? Yang Liming would likely choose the second method. "Burning the supplies! It might be difficult for others, even for the three Grandmasters themselves. But for me, it's too easy," Yang Liming murmured, sitting on his boat. He was controlling a small boat, heading downstream towards Jingling. The sails accelerated, propelling them downstream. As Yang Liming sat quietly, a thought suddenly struck him. He looked ahead. In the light rain, two warships were lined up side-by-side in the waterway ahead, guarding a steel chain across the river. "Du Fuwei was indeed prepared. He actually strung up a chain across the river to intercept ships." At this moment, they were only about seven zhang away from the steel chain, a distance that would be reached in the blink of an eye. The situation on the two large ships, more than twenty zhang away, was clearly visible. The Jianghuai soldiers on both ships were all in battle positions, their arrows and siege engines fully prepared. They were all battle-hardened elites, even though their opponent was just a small boat. Moreover, it seemed there was only one person on that boat, but even so, they wouldn't let their guard down.

"Stop! Anyone who goes any further will be killed!" shouted an officer at the bow, his face filled with murderous intent. "I'm just passing by," Yang Liming laughed. His voice carried across the entire river. The Jianghuai soldiers, more than forty meters away, heard him clearly. The leading officer's expression changed drastically. He knew, of course, what this meant. The person opposite him was a master of strategy. Just as he was about to shout for arrows to be fired, Yang Liming's clothes fluttered without wind, rustling loudly. An invisible vortex of energy swirled and rolled around him. Suddenly, a longsword appeared in his hand. His hand, wielding the sword, was filled with dense true energy. Explosive power erupted in his hand. The longsword shot out like a comet towards the iron chain blocking the river opposite. With a sharp crack...

With unwavering momentum, the iron chain blocking the river, as thick as an adult's arm, was sliced through as easily as tofu by the Jianghuai army opposite. It continued its trajectory until it pierced through the hull of a ship before finally stopping. The Jianghuai soldiers opposite swallowed hard, feeling their calf muscles tremble slightly. Their eyes clearly screamed "human monster" at Yang Liming. They even forgot to fire their arrows. But their silence didn't mean Yang Liming was satisfied. He casually tossed two black spheres onto the two opposite ships. At this moment, the Jianghuai army reacted. "Fire arrows!" "Hahaha, what arrows? You'd better jump overboard." Yang Liming's words had barely faded when a deafening explosion rang out. The Jianghuai soldiers on both ships suffered heavy casualties, and with several cracking sounds, the ships began to tilt. It turned out that Yang Liming had thrown super-high-explosive grenades.

One grenade nearly destroyed a medium-sized ship. Just as the Jianghuai army opposite was in a panic, Yang Liming's small boat sped past the iron chain barrier and headed downstream. The two warships, unable to even pursue, were forced to abandon themselves as their ships tilted, forcing the Jianghuai soldiers to jump into the river one after another. Everyone watched in horror as Yang Liming rode away. They didn't know what kind of modern high-explosive grenade he had used; they thought he had simply waved it casually. Of course, it wasn't that Yang Liming couldn't destroy two warships, but it would be extremely troublesome. He would probably have to use at least a Sword Saint's skill. While not quite a Blade Storm, an eight-fold fatal blow would be inevitable. He

traveled downstream for another hour, reaching the outskirts of Jingling City. Looking up, they could see many military camps on a hill several miles away on the left bank. "I counted carefully, there were at least seventy or eighty." "What a huge area! There must be at least fifty or sixty thousand troops inside. This must be their main force. They should put their supplies here." Yang Liming pushed off the boat's deck with his feet, launching himself into the air. He covered a distance of nearly forty meters before landing on the left bank. From here, following the river upstream, was Jingling City. From Yang Liming's position, with his amazing eyesight, he could even see the city gate in the distance and the Jingling army guarding the city above. There were seven or eight cavalrymen guarding the bank. One soldier, noticing Yang Liming standing in the distance, said, "Enemy activity." "Where?" The guarding cavalrymen all looked in the direction he pointed, but saw nothing. "Hey Old Li, are you seeing things? Did you do too much with that girl yesterday? Hahaha." The other cavalrymen laughed. "Strange." Old Li rubbed his eyes; he'd clearly seen someone. Could he have been mistaken?

"Forget it, maybe I really was mistaken. Damn it. That chick yesterday was really something. She even made me hallucinate." Old Li said, making a few lewd gestures. "Yeah. Those tits were unbelievably big," a somewhat sleazy-looking cavalryman chimed in. "Stop talking, it's making me hard again. I need to take a piss first." Old Li dismounted and headed into the surrounding woods. Reaching a dense grove, he was about to let his penis out to relieve itself when he suddenly felt a rush of heat and passed out. Yang Liming tossed the guy deep into the woods, took out the Hundred Illusions Mask, transformed into his likeness, and disappeared into the forest. "Old Li, why are you only coming out now? Shift over. We can go back and rest now." "The cavalrymen called out when they saw Yang Liming emerge. Yang Liming responded indifferently, then mounted his horse and exchanged positions with the newly arrived cavalrymen. Those who had been staying there rode back into the camp. "Old Li, where are you going? Aren't you going to sleep? We might be attacking the city tonight,"

the sleazy cavalryman said, watching Yang Liming walk away as he entered the camp. "Just wandering around. Can't sleep," Yang Liming replied. He then began to wander aimlessly. After walking for a while, he found nothing particularly unusual about the ancient military camp. Seeing a relatively large tent, he thought, "This is it." "Swift Wind Step." "Yang Liming used the Wind Step stealth ability for the first time, walking casually towards the tent. The guards didn't even react. After entering the tent, Yang Liming quickly came out again. The general inside had already fainted. After finding out the location of the army's provisions, Yang Liming immediately used the Wind Step to run westward at lightning speed. He soon arrived at the provisions area, a place truly off-limits to strangers. Layer upon layer of guards ensured that not even a fly could get in. However, this was useless against Yang Liming, whose martial arts had reached a level that could overturn this world and who possessed special abilities. He practically sprinkled oil everywhere right under their noses.

Finally, with a sinister smile, he threw one incendiary bomb after another into the provisions pile. Enough food for 100,000 troops for a month, instantly setting off a raging fire. "Fire! The provisions are on fire!" "The entire camp was in chaos. Screams of fire were everywhere, but no matter how much water they poured on the fires, it was useless. Yang Liming had wrapped oil around the provisions, and with multiple fires breaking out, in no time, all the army's most important possessions were reduced to ashes. Watching the commotion and cries from afar, Yang Liming clapped his hands. 'It's done, you vixen. The troublesome fellow is gone. This young master is going to Jingling City to play with you. That idiot Fang Zetao is probably still being played like a fool by that vixen Wanwan.'" Chapter

201 The Demoness

Qian Yun stood atop the city wall of Jingling, looking at the densely packed Du Fuwei army in the distance. He felt a headache coming on, sensing that Jingling was doomed. Just as he was racking his brains for ways to delay the inevitable fall of the city and the loss of its inhabitants, he suddenly saw flames shooting into the sky in the distance. The vanguard of the Jianghuai army, which had been below the city, was in complete disarray, fleeing the moat of Jingling and retreating. "This...this...what's going on?" Qian Yun was bewildered, but instinctively felt it was a good thing.

A dozen minutes later, the densely packed Jianghuai army below had vanished completely. "They've retreated. The Jianghuai army is all gone," said an elderly man in his sixties beside Qian Yun. He didn't understand why the Jianghuai army, which had held such a significant advantage, had suddenly retreated. "Could something have happened to their rear? There's no reason for it," Qian Yun said. "Of course, it's because I helped you. Otherwise, Jingling wouldn't have lasted five days." A voice, clear and distinct, reached the ears of everyone on the city wall from below. "Who...who's speaking?" Qian Yun and the old man said together. The surrounding soldiers also murmured amongst themselves.

"Yang Liming from Pegasus Ranch." "Qian, the city lord, you wouldn't let me look up and talk to you from below the city wall, would you? Otherwise, I'd jump up!" Qian Yun looked down at the city wall directly below. Sure enough, he saw a young man. "Yang Liming from Pegasus Ranch." As a general of the Duba Manor, an ally of Pegasus Ranch, how could Qian Yun not have heard of him? He immediately ordered the drawbridge lowered so Yang Liming could come up. After all, the Jianghuai Army had already retreated. And Yang Liming was alone. There was no fear that he might be a fake assassin or spy. "Hehe, City Lord Qian, no need for that." Yang Liming pushed off the ground. After terrifying cracks appeared in the ground, his body soared into the air. He performed a flying acrobatic feat right under the noses of the Jingling Army, landing directly beside Qian Yun and the others. The Jingling soldiers who had just seen him all gaped, their mouths agape.

"Is he even human? This kind of lightness skill is unheard of, let alone seen." This thought arose in the minds of all the Jingling soldiers. Now, Qian Yun had no more doubts. Leaving aside Yang Liming's image, which perfectly matched the legendary super-master, his face alone, identical to the portrait sent from the Flying Horse Ranch, was proof enough. Qian Yun immediately said respectfully, "I never expected the son-in-law to grace us with his presence. When I heard that the four bandits had allied with the ranch, my master intended to send troops to their aid, but was forced to abandon this plan due to the invasion of the Jianghuai army. I wonder which ranch's brothers have accompanied you this time? So that we may inform the master to welcome you." "I came alone this time. I brought a special gift. No need for a formal welcome," Yang Liming said with a slight smile. What an image of a transcendent master! In public, this guy still maintained a somewhat dignified facade. Most people wouldn't guess he was the notorious lecher. "A gift!" Qian Yun and the old man beside him exclaimed in unison, puzzled. "Isn't this a gift?" Yang Liming pointed to the flames in the Jianghuai Army camp in the distance. "Could it be..." The two men's hearts skipped a beat as they looked at the towering flames.

"Hehe, it's nothing really. I was just asked by Xiu Xun to set fire to the Jianghuai Army's grain depot. It should be almost burned by now. Jingling should be able to have some peace for a while." Qian Yun and the old man beamed with joy upon hearing Yang Liming's words. The surrounding soldiers cheered loudly, their morale soaring. "Hahaha, this gift from the young master is far too generous. I thank you on behalf of the manor lord. No...no...I'll go and fetch the manor lord right away. Please wait a moment, young master." The old man was overjoyed and laughed heartily. "No need. Besides being asked by Xiu Xun to relieve Jingling's urgent crisis, I have another important matter to attend to today. I need to personally visit Duba Manor to see your manor lord," Yang Liming said. Then, pointing to the distant Jianghuai army camp, he continued, "Although I burned their supplies, it doesn't mean they won't fight to the death. General Qian, you must be on guard." "Yes, sir! Everyone, stay alert! The danger isn't completely over yet!" Qian Yun shouted to the cheering soldiers around him. He then had the old man lead Yang Liming towards Duba Manor in the center of Jingling City, while he remained on the city wall, sending men to scout the Jianghuai army's movements. Led by the old man, Yang Liming rode his horse along the main street towards Duba Manor in the city center. The streets were desolate; most shops were closed, and the few pedestrians hurried by. It was a scene of impending doom, with everyone fearing for their lives. Everyone was hiding in their homes, unaware that their crisis had been largely averted thanks to Yang Liming. Yang Liming spurred his horse and rode alongside the old man, saying, "May I ask how this old man is addressed?" "My name is Feng Ge." "Oh, it's Elder Feng! I have something I'd like to ask Elder Feng. Would you be so kind as to tell me?" Yang Liming said.

"Young master, what are you saying? Not only are the ranch and our Duba Manor like family, but you also rescued Jingling, making you our greatest benefactor. Old man, I'll certainly tell you everything I know," Elder Feng said, his face full of gratitude. He knew that Yang Liming burning the Jianghuai Army's provisions was tantamount to saving his family. "Hehe, Elder Feng, you're too kind. I just wanted to ask what Elder Feng's opinion is of your Lady Wanwan?" Yang Liming asked. Elder Feng's expression changed. He thought to himself, "This Yang Liming is notorious for his fondness for beautiful women. Could he have taken a liking to Wanwan? If their manor lord finds out, the two of them will be like fire and water." "What do you mean, young master?" Elder Feng asked warily. Yang Liming knew what he was thinking just by looking at him.

“It’s nothing, I just wanted to tell Old Feng that the woman who’s got your manor lord completely bewitched, Lady Wanwan, is a member of the Yin Kui Sect of the Demonic Cult.” “What!” Old Feng, though he’d long suspected Wanwan was strange, was still startled. After all, the Yin Kui Sect was a powerful name. “This is no small matter, young master, do you have any proof?” Old Feng said anxiously. “No proof is needed. Just meeting her will be enough,” Yang Liming said. “Then let’s hurry. Please, young master, save the manor lord!” At this moment, Feng Ge took the lead and quickly arrived at the entrance of the Du Ba Manor. The gatekeeper recognized him and dared not stop them, letting the two ride straight in. Reaching the steps in front of the main mansion, they dismounted and rushed up the stone steps towards the gate.

More than a dozen guards came out from the manor gate and stood guard at the top of the steps. The young general leading them shouted, "Anyone who forces their way through the manor without the master's orders will die! Get out of here!" "This is the son-in-law of the Flying Horse Ranch. He has important business to discuss with the master. Maqun, it's your turn to step down," Old Feng retorted. "I don't care who he is. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he wouldn't be allowed to disturb Madam Wanwan and the master," Maqun said. He had been promoted by Wanwan through Fang Zetao's connections. Of course, he only listened to Wanwan.

Wanwan had ordered him not to let anyone see Fang Zetao in the coming days. He would naturally obey without question. "Hmph." Yang Liming pushed aside Old Feng and walked over first. Maqun tried to stop him but was kicked far away by Yang Liming. He spat out blood, his life hanging in the balance. The dozen or so guards following behind him stood by, watching their leader being beaten, seemingly indifferent. It was clear that Fang Zetao's infatuation with Wanwan had already alienated many. Moreover, everyone in Jingling City knew about their connection to the Pegasus Ranch. Coupled with the arrogance of Ma Qun, the man who had risen above them through Wanwan, it would be strange if they didn't feel resentment.

Instead of stopping Yang Liming and Old Man Feng, they led the way. The group arrived at Yiqing Garden, where Wanwan often stayed. When they arrived, Fang Zetao was still in a daze, staring blankly at the white-clad figure sitting by the lake, playing with the small fish. "Wan'er. Long time no see. I've missed you so much," Yang Liming said loudly from behind, his tone slightly teasing. Old Man Feng and the others followed behind. Yang Liming's voice startled Fang Zetao awake.

Wanwan seemed to tremble upon hearing Yang Liming's voice. Although she didn't know the relationship between Yang Liming and her master, he had left a deep impression on her. After all, Yang Liming had almost turned this demoness into a mortal. The burning desire within her had made her experience the first time in her life that she felt such a surge of love fluid. She slowly stood up, turned around, and used her left hand to gather her glossy black hair. Her right hand, seemingly holding a comb, began to gently comb it. She exuded an indescribable softness and weakness, a self-pitying beauty. "Brother Yang, it's you! Wan'er has missed you so much. It's been a year since we last met," Wanwan said with a seemingly happy smile on her beautiful face, as if she truly missed Yang Liming. Fang Zetao's eyes widened, pointing at the suddenly appearing Yang Liming, and asked, "Wan'er, who is he? What is your relationship with him?" Wanwan had never shown a smile in front of him before. Like a goddess, she now wore this expression upon seeing Yang Liming, making him feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly. His gaze towards Yang Liming was extremely unfriendly. "Witch, you're causing me trouble again. I even came all the way from the ranch to see you." Yang Liming shook his head upon seeing Fang Zetao's reaction.

Chapter 202 Chasing Wanwan

"When have I ever caused you trouble? It's always you causing trouble for Wanwan. Last time you bullied Wan'er terribly." Wanwan ignored Fang Zetao, only looking at Yang Liming resentfully, her slender hand stroking her hair. "Wan'er, he bullied you, how did he bully you? Tell me, I'll stand up for you." Upon hearing that Wanwan had been bullied by Yang Liming, Fang Zetao's face immediately turned bright red. Whether it was anger or some other reason, he looked like he was about to fight Yang Liming to the death. "Nothing, he just... just... touched her." Wanwan lowered her head, biting her lower lip with her small, silver teeth, looking ashamed. "Ah... you villain, I'll fight you to the death! Men! Kill him!"

Fang Zetao looked like he was about to go mad, shouting at Yang Liming. He had touched Wanwan. He had tried his best but couldn't win a smile from her, let alone touch her. He hadn't even touched a single hair. Now, hearing Wanwan say that Yang Liming had once taken liberties with her, he immediately flew into a rage. "Master, this is the son-in-law of the Pegasus Ranch! Master! Are you still so deluded that you listen to this vixen's nonsense? Du Fuwei's army is attacking our Jingling. Our soldiers are risking their lives, while you, Master, are here enjoying yourself, indulging in pleasure and forgetting to return home. Don't you feel ashamed?" Old Man Feng jumped out and rebuked Fang Zetao upon hearing his words. The guards behind him also showed their dissatisfaction. They had had enough these past few days. Especially Fang Zetao, who had even killed his own younger brother, the second master of the manor, for the sake of the inexplicably appearing Wanwan. This had truly chilled the hearts of everyone in the manor.

Fang Zetao's old face flushed red, but he immediately flew into a rage, saying, "Shut up! Old Feng, you're acting like an elder in front of me. Who is the manor master, you or me? As the manor master, I have my own decisions regarding Jingling. If you still consider me your manor master, go and capture this scoundrel who bullied Wanwan immediately. Don't worry about who he is." Seeing this scene, a hint of smugness flashed in Wanwan's eyes. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, she instantly transformed from a goddess-like figure into a mischievous little girl, sticking out her tongue at Yang Liming. Then, when everyone's attention returned to her, she transformed back into a goddess.

"Alright. Little Wan'er, stop acting now. Du Fuwei's army outside has already retreated." Yang Liming, seeing her change of expression without any reaction, instead put on a stern face and transmitted his voice. Wanwan's face changed slightly, then she pouted and whispered, "It's boring, not fun anymore." The whispered conversation between the two was naturally unheard by the others present. Instead, a new argument arose... Old Man Feng turned his gaze to Wanwan and shouted sternly, "Master, do you know who this woman is? She's a demoness from the Yin Kui Sect! How can you be so foolish?" Fang Zetao's eyes flashed with murderous intent, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, his face ashen, and he said, "Feng Ge, are you trying to rebel? How can you slander Wanwan, who is gentle and kind? Immediately seize this traitor who insulted Wanwan." However, he then noticed that the guards of the manor seemed to be on Old Man Feng's side as well. He continued, "Fine, fine, you're all very good. You don't even consider me the head of the manor, do you? Then I'll do it myself." He turned to Wanwan and said, "Wan'er, don't worry, I won't let you suffer in vain. You traitor, prepare to die!" He drew his long sword and slashed at Yang Liming. Old Feng was speechless.

Yang Liming's martial arts were far beyond the capabilities of a foolish manor head like himself. Fang Zetao, of course, knew nothing of this. His immediate priority was to deal with Yang Liming, the man he hated, and then mobilize a large army to wipe out Old Feng and other traitors who dared to betray him. Just as his sword was about to touch Yang Liming, whose face had been etched with a cold, disdainful smile, a figure in white suddenly appeared in front of him. Fang Zetao abruptly stopped his sword, for this figure was none other than Wanwan, the woman he loved madly. "Wan'er, what are you doing? Get out of the way!" Fang Zetao shouted. A sudden, inexplicable panic welled up within him. The Wanwan before him seemed strangely unfamiliar. Wanwan rarely smiled, but now she stood before Yang Liming, a beaming smile on her face—an expression he had never seen before. Though still beautiful,

she was far removed from her former goddess-like image. Instead, she resembled… a bewitching… enchantress. “What am I doing? I saved you, Master, you fool! How could your meager skills possibly defeat a lecher like Yang Liming?” Although Fang Zetao was utterly bewildered by Wanwan's words, he instinctively retorted, “Even if it costs me my life, I will avenge you, Wan’er. Wan’er, what’s wrong with you? What…” “Hmph. What’s wrong? You’re so confused! She’s a little demoness from the Yin Kui Sect. Coming to Jingling to be your wife is just a way to toy with you,” Yang Liming said. Although Fang Zetao had a bad feeling from the moment Wanwan suddenly stood in front of Yang Liming, he still couldn't believe it and trembled as he said to Wanwan, "He's wronging you, isn't he? You're not a demoness from the Yin Kui Sect."

"Of course, of course he's wrong," Wanwan said with a smile. Hearing Wanwan's answer, Fang Zetao felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Hehehe, although he's wrong, he hasn't wronged me. I'm not a little demoness, I'm a big demoness, here specifically to harm you, you fool." Wanwan turned around and giggled. Then, she actually stood on tiptoe and kissed Yang Liming on the cheek. Fang Zetao's body trembled violently, as if he couldn't believe what she had just said. He was dumbfounded. When he saw Wanwan give him a mocking look and then kiss Yang Liming... A deafening scream erupted, his face drained of color. "Little vixen, you've really messed with me,"

Yang Liming shook his head. He touched the spot Wanwan had kissed, feeling a surge of satisfaction. He'd wait for the chance to let her kiss him as much as she wanted. And… hehehe… he'd make her kiss his manhood. "Why… why did you do this to me… wasn't I good to you?" Fang Zetao screamed like a madman. The guards of the Duba Manor around him glared at Wanwan, but also gave Fang Zetao looks that screamed "you only got what you deserved." Wanwan said softly, "I never forced you to like me, nor did I force you to kill anyone. Everything was of your own free will. Who can you blame?" Fang Zetao, enraged, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Remembering the younger brother he had killed with his own hands, his eyes flashed with deep regret. He fell backward. "You… you… ugh…" He spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot. Yang Liming could tell that she was too emotionally agitated and had gone mad.

"Hahaha," the demoness laughed heartlessly, as if she hadn't caused all this. "Kill this demoness!" Old Man Feng, seeing this, could no longer hold back. He waved his hand and said, "The guards hesitated slightly when they saw Wanwan's beautiful face, but they immediately rushed over and surrounded her. After all, no matter how beautiful she was, she was still an enemy. Wanwan let down her hair and gently swayed it. Those surrounding her felt a terrifying feeling that they were about to fall forward. They even felt that the place where Wanwan stood was a bottomless pit, and if they fell in, they would never be able to climb out alive. Such powerful demonic arts were something they had never even dreamed of.

Old Man Feng was the only one with self-awareness. "Please, young master, do us justice for our manor." Upon hearing this, Wanwan gave Yang Liming a resentful look: "You're willing to hit me?" "You're a vixen. Now I'm a hero, and even if I'm reluctant, I have to fight you. A little vixen deserves to be killed by everyone," Yang Liming said matter-of-factly. But in his mind, he added, "I like to kill you in bed." "Hmph, you're just like those hypocrites. Trying to take advantage of Wanwan? Not so easy," Wanwan snorted. Then she jumped high, shouting, "Watch out for the hidden weapon!" An object shot towards Yang Liming. He caught it casually—a pair of underwear.

"Hehe, here you go, you big pervert. I can't beat you." The voice was already far away. Clearly, she took the opportunity to escape while Yang Liming caught the underwear. "Where do you think you're going?" Escaping from Yang Liming's grasp was no easy feat. Not to mention Wanwan, even her master, Zhu Yuyan, would have a hard time. "I came all the way from Pegasus Ranch just to take advantage of you, preferably by getting you into bed and having a good time. I can't let you run away so easily. Otherwise, all my efforts would have been for nothing."

Two swift figures disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the Duba Manor shortly after. The two raced one after the other along the deserted streets. Their moods, however, were completely different. Yang Liming walked with effortless ease, trailing Wanwan at a distance. He still held the small... well, you know. Wanwan, despite using all her strength, couldn't shake off Yang Liming even a little, running until she was drenched in sweat, her face slightly flushed. She couldn't understand why she had thrown that thing at Yang Liming as a projectile. That... it was the very same one that Yang Liming had used to make her so... smeared with love-—fluid. She had inexplicably kept it close to her body, and then inexplicably thrown it to Yang Liming.

Chapter 203: Tying Up Wanwan

. The two chased and fled, quickly running out of Jingling City. Wanwan looked back every now and then, only to see Yang Liming silently following behind her, like a ghost. Judging from his relaxed manner, was he not even putting in his best effort? His behavior infuriated the demoness, making her teeth itch. She ran dozens of miles in one go, nearly exhausted. This guy, however, seemed to be doing it so easily. He could catch up with her anytime he wanted; all her running was for nothing. She wiped the sweat from her brow, feeling her internal energy drain significantly. She pouted. "Hmph, I'm not running anymore. I don't believe you'd really hit me." "Why are you chasing after me? I don't think I've offended you, Master Yang?"

Seeing Wanwan suddenly stop in the woods, Yang Liming naturally stopped running. "Wan'er, you're showing too much. Don't you know it's dangerous for me to be like this?" Yang Liming said, glancing at Wanwan's current appearance. She was drenched in sweat, her thin white dress completely soaked, vaguely revealing her exquisite figure. "Hmph, it's all your fault. Why did you chase me so fast?" Wanwan said, unfazed by Yang Liming's persistent scrutiny. "It's nothing. I've said it before, I'm a hero, and you're a demoness. A hero is here to subdue a demon." Yang Liming stroked his chin, smiling as he looked Wanwan's barely concealed figure up and down. He was mentally comparing Wanwan's measurements, finally concluding: perfect golden ratio. Whether it was her waist, her breasts, or even her pert little bottom, everything was perfectly proportioned. "You really came here to punish Wan'er? I'm so heartbroken. You took such a big advantage of me last time," Wan'er said, recalling the incident. Her face flushed slightly; that feeling was both enjoyable and repulsive. "Still playing the victim? That won't work on me,

" Yang Liming said. But when he saw the "tears" glistening in Wan'er's eyes, he immediately continued, "Actually, I, this great hero, can refrain from punishing you, you vixen. Just let me take advantage of you one more time." Yang Liming said shamelessly. In his dictionary, there was no such thing as being thin-skinned. His skin was far more thick than his martial arts skills. Even the powerful Goryeo Kingdom would have to admit defeat. "You really are just like you told me before, a big pervert. No wonder you've been chasing after Wan'er relentlessly, so that's what you were planning," Wan'an said, a strange glint flashing in her eyes. She looked into Yang Liming's eyes again and said, "Hehe, it's not impossible. Do you want this vixen to strip naked for your enjoyment, Master Yang? Hehehe."

Yang Liming looked into Wan'an's eyes, a look of infatuation flashing in them at first. But then, a bright red light shone in his eyes. Wan'an groaned, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Wan'an was shocked; her bewitching technique had been broken so easily. She knew that this move had never failed her when used on men. "Little sister Wan'er, stop your little tricks. This move doesn't work on me. My mental strength is stronger than my martial arts." "Yang Liming withdrew his Asura Demon Eyes. He had long noticed the spiritual fluctuations surrounding Wanwan's body, which amplified her charm, but he hadn't expected that she could amplify these fluctuations many times over simply by making eye contact. She could even implant them into someone else's mind. If someone's willpower was weak or their mental strength was poor, they might actually fall at her feet with just one glance. Wanwan wiped away a trace of blood from her lips, glaring at Yang Liming angrily, blaming him for not being gentle with her.

"Hmph, all I wanted was for you to fall in love with me, and you hurt me like that." Yang Liming thought to himself, "I don't want that kind of love." But aloud he said, "As expected of a vixen, you have many ways to bewitch men. I wonder how that fairy compares to you?" "Oh, you know that wretched nun too?" "Let me tell you, if you ever meet her again, don't be fooled by her looks. She's far more skilled at seducing men than anyone else..." Wanwan's face lit up when Yang Liming mentioned Shi Feixuan, and she began to relentlessly criticize her. Yang Liming was the most powerful expert she had ever encountered, and his status was extraordinary. She couldn't let him fall into Shi Feixuan's hands. That would be a huge loss for her. "Hmm...hmm...hearing this, that nun is really wicked. She definitely deserves to be punished. If I meet her, I'll definitely help Wan'er teach her a lesson." Yang Liming nodded. When he read "Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty," although he didn't dislike Shi Feixuan's character, he still disapproved of the way Cihang Jingzhai handled things.

He felt that Shi Feixuan should be punished with his family's discipline—the Butt-Slapping Divine Skill. Of course, there was another person in front of him who also needed to be punished. Who told her to do so many bad things and still dare to seduce him? "Hehe, Brother Yang, you know that much." "Let me tell you, their Cihang Jingzhai should really be called Cihang Brothel. They rely entirely on seducing men. Those old monks and Taoist priests have all been seduced by them, which is why they're causing trouble for our Yin Kui Sect. The worst one is Master Shi's master. Master Shi..." Wanwan was delighted to hear Yang Liming's agreement and immediately continued her spiel, even mentioning Shi Feixuan's sect. Just as she was rambling on, she slowly moved closer to Yang Liming. Seeing that Yang Liming was still listening to her, she suddenly pulled out a packet from her bosom and sprinkled it on Yang Liming. Yang Liming seemed to have expected this. Even after being hit by the powder, he remained calm and casually dusted off his clothes.

"I forgot to tell Wan'er, I'm immune to all poisons. I'm not afraid of any poison." After saying that, he took a deep breath of the surrounding air and continued, "Smells like this, it should be some kind of medicine to disperse internal energy." "Wanwan stomped her feet angrily, "I don't believe you're really unaffected!" With that, she unleashed waves of energy towards Yang Liming, only to find that instead of pulling him away, she was drawn towards him. "Fine. I'm done playing." Wanwan withdrew her demonic energy. Then, as if by magic, she produced a rope from somewhere and handed it to Yang Liming, saying, "Here, take this. Tie up this demoness, Yang the Great Hero." "You're just going to surrender like this?" "What else can I do? I can't beat you in a fight. I can't outrun you. And scheming won't harm a monster like you. Of course, I have to cooperate. Otherwise, you'll make me suffer later." Wanwan stretched out her two slender wrists and naturally tied her small hands together.

Yang Liming looked at her innocent and adorable appearance, feeling both amused and exasperated. This vixen truly lived up to her title; her thoughts were practically leaping around in a whirlwind. However, given such an opportunity, he certainly wouldn't let it pass. "You said it yourself. Don't blame me if I suddenly become a beast." Yang Liming knew that for experts like them, being tied up or not made little difference. But he still wickedly played a bondage game with Wanwan, binding her body round and round. Her exquisite body, tightened by the ropes, appeared particularly alluring, especially her breasts and nipples, which were even more prominent. "Let me make this clear first. You can do whatever you want to me, but you have to defile me. Otherwise, I'll fight you to the death." Wanwan licked her delicate little lips and said. "Okay, I understand. I just want you to stick your butt out and let me beat you up." "Yang Liming pinched Wanwan's cheek. Wanwan's face flushed red instantly. Although she was very resistant to men, she still had her bottom line. If anyone else dared to say such things to her, she would kill them without hesitation. But this person was Yang Liming. It wasn't that she had fallen in love with Yang Liming. Although Yang Liming did have some unique qualities, and was quite attractive to her compared to other men, and the two of them had a story that had to be told (that Yang Liming had touched her body and brought her to orgasm), as a demoness, she wasn't so easily swayed by worldly desires. There

were three main reasons, firstly, Yang Liming's martial arts skills were sufficient." First, Yang Liming is incredibly cunning, so much so that Wan Yaonu (a female demon) is left to wait and be slaughtered. Second, Yang Liming is shameless, even more so than the Demonic Sect; he wants to seduce you. What you say about him is useless. Third, and most importantly, Yang Liming is completely unaffected by her beauty and charm. You see, her and Shi Feixuan's greatest strength isn't martial arts, but their attraction and control over men, yet this has no effect on Yang Liming. Although he seems to be eyeing her like any other man, Wan Yaonu feels that she's not in control; rather, she's being controlled by Yang Liming.

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