[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 6

Part One: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter Thirty-Six: The Frivolous Saintess and Her Daughter, Flower Blossoms 1.

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behind the rubble, Wu Long leaped into the air, soaring nearly three meters into the sky. An astonishing, overwhelming aura spread out, mixed with an inhumanly terrifying power that crashed down on the red-clad man like a mountain. Its speed was like lightning tearing through the air, its power like thunderbolts, its momentum astonishing and unstoppable.

By the time the red-clad man dodged the rain of rubble, Wu Long's fist had already struck, leaving him no choice but to meet Wu Long's fist head-on with his palm. "Bang—!" The sound, like a muffled thunderclap, exploded in mid-air, making people feel as if their hearts had been struck hard through their stomachs by a sledgehammer, causing great discomfort. The force of the collision between the two people was so great that it surged in the air, and then, like the shock wave formed by the explosion of an atomic bomb, it rushed out in all directions. The dust on the ground was thrown into the air and swirled outwards. The ground where the man in red stood collapsed two feet deep in an instant due to the immense pressure, and cracked open a spider web-like pattern with a diameter of about three or four meters.

The man in red, his internal organs shaken by Wu Long's full-force attack, had a strange trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, but a mad glint flashed in his eyes:

"Heh heh, young man, you're really fierce, you actually hurt me."

Even Wu Long, with his steely will, was chilled by the man in red's monstrous voice. He thought to himself,

"Listening to him speak is even more terrifying than that golden-haired man's Lion's Roar. Damn it, the Sunflower Manual is indeed monstrous."

Although he cursed inwardly, his attacks became even more swift and fierce. His iron fists pounded like thunderbolts, his legs shot like lightning. Using both hands and feet, his attacks were beyond simple storms. His fists were like meteors from beyond the sky, each strike capable of shattering stone and splitting rocks with unparalleled power; his legs were like thunderbolts, each move capable of splitting the heavens and earth and sweeping across the eight wastelands with breathtaking force. The earth seemed to shatter and turn to dust beneath Wu Long's feet, ravaged beyond recognition by his terrifying power. The man in red exclaimed, "What excellent fist technique!"

His body swayed like a leaf, seemingly dangerous, yet Wu Long couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. The two agile figures transformed into two gusts of wind, flashing, leaping, shifting, and moving, chasing, entangled, and intersecting each other at incredible speed. The surging force of their fists spread wildly everywhere, accompanied by a piercing shriek that captivated everyone's attention. The man in red then swiftly stabbed Wu Long's left chest, targeting the "Tianchi" acupoint, with a flick of his left and right embroidery needles. Wu Long dodged using the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique). The man in red then shouted,

"Such graceful footwork, but too rusty! Let me send you to your death! Sunflower Acupuncture Point Technique!"

The needles aimed directly at Wu Long's Baihui (crown of the head), Renzhong (philtrum), Taiyang (temple), Tiantu (heavy vertebra), Lianquan (throat), and Tanzhong (heart), sealing six vital acupoints in quick succession. A single strike meant certain death—a ruthless attack. Wu Long knew he had encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy. He focused intently on parrying the attacks, deflecting each needle. Suddenly, he felt a slight pain between his left eyebrows. Fortunately, the Lingbo Weibu's skillful deflection caused the needles to miss their mark; otherwise, he would have blinded one of his eyes. In shock and desperation, he leaped into the air and, before the man in red could withdraw the needles, struck him on the head. The palm strike was accompanied by booming sounds of wind and thunder in the air. Its wide coverage and immense power were astonishing, sealing off every possible corner from which the opponent could dodge, forcing him into a deadly confrontation. No matter how

fast the red-clad man was, he couldn't escape unscathed. With a "heh," he swiftly shifted his palm, colliding with Wu Long's. The latter, caught in mid-air, had no leverage and tumbled backward, falling against Wu Long's back. The red-clad man was also forced back two steps. With a flick of his wrist, he swiftly stabbed Wu Long, who hadn't yet regained his footing, in the fatal pressure point on his back. The application of acupuncture techniques in martial arts is incredibly diverse. They all evolved from acupuncture in medicine. The principle behind its application is both simple and complex. It involves inserting golden needles into key points in the body to achieve various unique effects, influencing the function of cells, organs, and limbs.

In modern medicine, we can view the human body as an incredibly sophisticated machine. A machine is composed of various functional parts assembled according to certain rules. The connections between each part are crucial for the machine's proper functioning; we call these "drive points." The complexity of a machine varies, as does the number of drive points. If one drive point is affected, the entire machine may malfunction to varying degrees. The impact of this malfunction on the machine's operation is directly related to the importance of that drive point.

Similarly, the human body is unlike any machine; it is incredibly complex and precise, with countless drive points. Skeletal drive points affect balance and movement; muscle drive points affect the exertion of muscles; and nerve drive points affect reaction time and senses. These are not even the most obvious drive points. Acupuncture points, as they are called in medicine, are extremely important drive points. By applying acupuncture needles to these points, decisive control and influence can be exerted on the body's metabolism, nervous system, blood circulation, respiratory system, urinary system, and internal organs, among other things.

Imagine if a golden needle were inserted into a point affecting the movement of the muscles in the limbs; that person would essentially be paralyzed. Moreover, many acupoints can be fatal! If struck by a martial arts master, even if the person isn't dead, they'd be crippled!

Wu Long was immediately shocked by the red-clad man's move. His hard qigong training focused on increasing the muscles' resistance to heavy objects and sharp weapons. The smaller the point of impact, the greater the pressure on that surface. Even if the object's weight remains constant, the pressure varies depending on the size of the point of impact. When the point of impact is as small as a needle tip, combined with its own pressure and acceleration distance, the object possesses terrifying penetrating power. Hard qigong techniques like "Iron Shirt" and "Golden Bell Cover" train the delicate skin to withstand the pressure of heavy objects and sharp weapons striking the body, cultivating internal qi and strengthening muscles and skin. It's simply not... The enemy resisted this needle imbued with internal energy!

Just then, the blond man roared and attacked the man in red, his palms opening and closing wide, the palm wind surging, striking from afar and approaching with steady and powerful punches, the force of his fists like thunderbolts, his true energy like a volcanic eruption, scalding and flowing, vast and mighty, sweeping and powerful. The power of each punch and each elbow was unstoppable. Such fierce and rapid palm techniques were beyond the reach of the man in red, whose abnormal speed, even after injuring Wu Long, could not be avoided. Moreover, if he were to be held back by Wu Long's dying attack, he would be doomed. The man in red immediately dodged, and the blond man, unable to stop his palm strike in time, almost struck Wu Long. Wu Long also reacted at this moment, using the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to dodge. It seemed that after exchanging a glance with the blond man, the two instantly reached a tacit understanding.

At this moment, the woman in white launched an attack on the man in red. Her movements were swift and graceful, her body as light as a flower. Her jade-like hands moved lightly, pushing, grabbing, entangling, and circling, her movements delicate and elegant, exquisite to the extreme. Even in a black trench coat, she could not conceal her ethereal, otherworldly, and otherworldly aura. The woman in white's movements were exceptionally agile. Her arms moved, creating palm shadows in all directions, sometimes five feints and one real, sometimes eight feints and one real, like a sudden gust of wind in a peach grove, causing countless blossoms to fall. Her palm strikes were sharp as swords, a dazzling display of speed and coordination. Finally, small, magical ripples spread through the air. Although she still couldn't defeat the man in red, she... This temporarily stalled their opponent,

giving Wu Long and the blond man an opportunity. Like a whirlwind sweeping across the sky with fierce, cold light, the two swirled towards the man in red, like a raging bull, even more like a locomotive. "Ooh—!"

Although it was their first time working together, they roared as their fists pounded the heavens and earth, charging straight upwards. Their frenzied momentum merged perfectly at this moment, and their combined power surged exponentially, their attack brilliant and flawless—a truly perfect and coordinated strike. Like a volcanic eruption of lava, the force swept up debris and soil, forming a gray dragon that charged towards Luo Shen, filled with a tragic, irreversible ferocity and a ruthless, predatory nature.

The speed and power of the two exploded in an instant, unleashing unparalleled might. It was as vast as a cascading Milky Way falling from the heavens, as turbulent as a raging ocean, unstoppable and irresistible. Such power transcended the mortal realm; more precisely, it surpassed the limits of human physical ability. Who in the world could withstand such power? No one could! Even the red-clad man, whose skill had reached the pinnacle of the world, could not resist!

Although he retreated swiftly, faster than lightning, he was ultimately forced to clash with the two men's fists. With a deafening crash, the surrounding air was violently pushed aside, forming ripples in the air! Despite his terrifying speed and power, the red-clad man was instantly and severely injured by this terrifying attack! Blood streamed from his seven orifices, a truly horrifying sight. His body drifted away like a kite. Just as the two were about to give chase, a black light flashed and shot towards the white-clad girl!

The light was so fast that the girl couldn't dodge it in time and was about to be hit in the eye. Judging from its power, if it hit, it would definitely pierce her head! Without thinking, Wu Long immediately circulated his inner energy and used the Crane Control Technique, generating a suction force of no less than a hundred kilograms, pulling the girl towards him. He wrapped one arm around the girl's slender waist and gazed intently at the beauty in his arms. This girl was no more than twenty years old, with eyebrows like emerald feathers, skin as white as snow, a delicate nose, and cherry lips. If he applied powder, she would be too pale; if he applied rouge, she would be too red. She was like a celestial being, otherworldly and extraordinary. At this moment, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were very long, and she was blushing like the morning glow, which made her even more beautiful. Looking at her so charming and incomparably beautiful, his heart fluttered, and he lowered his head and kissed her cheek.

The girl had her eyes closed, thinking that she had only truly experienced the loveliness of life before her death. She felt a slight warmth on her cheek and felt very sweet in her heart. Suddenly, she came back to her senses. She opened her eyes in surprise, then suddenly felt a surge of strength. She reached out and slapped Wu Long hard across the face. She tried to push the man away, but Wu Long abruptly shoved her down. The girl was shocked and tried to use her inner strength to resist, but Wu Long let out a loud groan, and a beam of black light shot into her body!

"Too careless!..."

This was Wu Long's thought. He never imagined that the black light the red-clad man had unleashed could actually bend! Attracted by the girl's beautiful face, he couldn't resist making a move on her. When he saw the black light veer away, it was too late. He could only push the girl down, taking the blow for her—a consequence and price for his actions. The white-clad woman, seeing this, instantly forgot his lewdness, only feeling gratitude. Her pretty face flushed, and she asked,

"Are you alright?"

"Hehe, kid, you've been hit by my Sunflower Needle, a condensation of my Sunflower True Qi. If you don't die from burning lust, I'll come looking for you again..."

The voice trailed off, becoming barely audible. Wu Long's expression immediately changed; he felt a strange burst of true energy erupt from his shoulder. Wu Long hurriedly used his Northern Darkness True Qi to neutralize it. The Northern Darkness Divine Skill is one of the top martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect, on par with the Six Yang Palms of Tianshan, the Plum Blossom Hand of Tianshan, and the Lesser Formless Skill. It allows one to absorb the internal energy of others for one's own use, a shortcut to rapidly increase one's power. With abundant internal energy, all martial arts under heaven can be used at one's disposal, just like the Northern Darkness, which can carry boats of all sizes and accommodate fish of all sizes. "In the Northern Darkness there is a fish, its name is Kun. The Kun is so large that no one knows how many thousands of miles it is..." A fish that can accommodate fish thousands of miles long must be from a very vast ocean. Therefore, the Northern Darkness Divine Skill embodies the meaning of vastness and grandeur, and also reflects the power of the divine skill. However, there are no invincible martial arts, only invincible people. The Sunflower True Qi was very strange, seemingly yin and yang, yet neither yin nor yang, and the Northern Darkness Divine Skill could not neutralize it!

What Wu Long found most strange was that his yang energy was being attracted by the Sunflower True Qi, instantly igniting. Of course, this was only Wu Long's perception. He felt his blood boiling, making his penis instantly hard as diamond. This change was immediately felt by the white-clad woman beneath him. Although she was a virgin, she was very knowledgeable about matters between men and women, having lived in the Ming Cult. Her face flushed crimson, her entire body turning rosy. However, she also heard the red-clad man's words and immediately understood Wu Long's change, which was caused by him striking for her. She felt no anger, only shyness. She pushed Wu Long away and quickly stood up, returning to the blond man's side, no longer daring to look at Wu Long.

Wu Long quickly stood up, his face flushed, and he stammered, unsure of what to say. Qin Hongmian rushed over and asked with concern,

"Wu Lang, are you alright?"

The fight between the four of them had been too intense for her to intervene, and she could only worry. Seeing that Wu Long seemed to have been hit, she was very concerned. She carefully examined Wu Long's body and immediately noticed his erect penis. Her pretty face turned red, and she pinched Wu Long's genitals hard. Even Wu Long, with his iron skin, couldn't help but wince in pain. He quickly circulated his Northern Darkness Inner Force to suppress the strange fire of desire.

The girl in white spoke a few words to the blond man beside her. The blond man nodded, walked over, and clasped his

hands in a fist salute to Wu Long, saying, "I am Xie Zizai of the Ming Cult, known in the martial world as the Golden-Haired Iron Lion. I thank you, young hero, for helping us drive away the powerful enemy. I have already heard from my young lady that what happened earlier was a misunderstanding. I hope you will not take offense. By the way, it seems that you were attacked by that bastard just now. This is a famous healing medicine that my young lady asked me to give you. Please accept it."

After speaking, he handed over a white jade bottle. Wu Long could not see it, but he could see that the jade bottle was crystal clear and cool to the touch. It was obviously made of very precious thousand-year-old cold jade. The medicine contained in such a precious bottle was obviously very precious. Wu Long quickly thanked him, saying,

"Thank you, Brother Xie. May I ask how you are called, young lady?"

Xie Zizai obviously had a good impression of this young man who had become friends with him after a fight, and laughed heartily.

“My name is Miss, I am the daughter of the leader of the Ming Cult, and also the Holy Maiden of the Ming Cult. My surname is Fang, my given name is Qingqing, and my age is…”

“Uncle Xie!!”

The girl immediately called out coquettishly. Xie Zizai chuckled and said,

“Young hero, we have very urgent matters to attend to and cannot delay. We apologize to you. If you have time, you can come to Kunlun to find us. We will do our best to help you if needed!”

Although Wu Long was very curious about the identity of the man in red and had many questions, he did not force them to say more when he saw that they seemed unwilling to talk about it.

“Certainly!”

The two were not the type to dawdle. They said goodbye to each other and Xie Zizai and Fang Qingqing left. Before leaving, Fang Qingqing gave Wu Long a shy and coquettish glare. This glare was truly full of charm, which stunned Wu Long. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. Qin Hongmian said,

"Wu Lang, are you sure your injuries are alright? The medicine that little girl gave you is clearly not ordinary. Quickly take it and use your internal energy to heal."

Wu Long said with a strange expression,

"My injuries are very strange. Even ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms have no effect."

He then whispered something to Qin Hongmian, whose expression immediately changed slightly.

"Such strange true energy? What should we do?"

Wu Long said,

"Although I have temporarily suppressed this strange true energy, I cannot resolve or expel it. There is only one way, which is to use the dual cultivation healing method in the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art to guide it out. However, it requires a virgin born in a Yin year and Yin month to have enough Yin energy. This true energy is extremely evil, causing people to be consumed by lust, even more terrifying than the most poisonous aphrodisiac! But where can I find a virgin born in a Yin year and Yin month in such a short time?"

Wu Long really couldn't believe that the Sunflower Manual was so vicious and perverse. No wonder cultivators had to castrate themselves! Did he also have to castrate himself to save himself? "Then we might as well burn them to death!" Qin Hongmian's expression changed several times before she finally gritted her teeth and said,

"There is one person who fits the requirements, and that is Wanqing!"

(Chapter 37 of the first part, "Fallen Heavenly Dragon World," "The Frivolous Saintess and Her Daughter," Part 2)
"There is one person who fits the requirements, and that is Wanqing!"

"Wanqing? No way!"

Wu Long refused without hesitation. Mu Wanqing was different from Gan Baobao and Qin Hongmian. To conquer her, he needed to win her heart first, and then her body. After all, she was a pure and innocent girl, and his long-awaited love could be won over by her body first, and then her heart. At this time, girls are more mature, and besides a man's ability, whether he can satisfy them is also an important factor in their relationship. Young girls prefer emotions to physical intimacy, so men express love with their words, while women express love with their ears.

Hearing Wu Long's resolute refusal without the slightest hesitation, Qin Hongmian valued him even more, saying,

"Wanqing was born in the Yin year and Yin month, she likes you very much, I, as her mother, can see that. Although you haven't known each other for long, I know that liking someone has nothing to do with time. That person's true energy is so vicious and evil, I think Wanqing will definitely be willing to sacrifice for you, as long as you don't let her down in the future!"

Wu Long's mind was filled with thoughts, and after a long while, he said,

"Alright, actually I also like her very much, although it was a bit sudden, it was only a matter of time."

Qin Hongmian pinched him hard and said,

"You lecherous scoundrel, you got the benefit and you still act innocent. Just now, that woman in white slapped you, it must have been you who did something bad to her, and you, on the contrary, shielded her from the attack. Do you really want to die under the peony flower, and be a romantic ghost?"

Wu Long chuckled, Xuexue cried out in pain and quickly begged for mercy. The two of them played around for a while, knowing that time was running out, they mounted their horses and set off for Wanjie Valley. They rode swiftly for three hours and returned to Dali. They changed horses and continued on, but after only ten kilometers, they heard the sounds of fighting ahead. Wu Long, with his exceptionally keen hearing and profound skill, naturally possessed extraordinary perception. Hearing the fighting, the two exchanged a glance and spurred their horses to investigate.

Soon, they arrived at the main road. There, they saw seventeen or eighteen men and women, armed with weapons and with fierce eyes, surrounding a woman in black. Two old women stood on the outer perimeter, their hands empty, coldly watching the woman in black. Wu Long was immediately surprised; it was Mu Wanqing! The two immediately rushed towards the center of the encirclement.

The woman was turned away from them and therefore did not notice him. At this moment, she was secretly holding several poisoned arrows, focused and vigilant, staring intently at the two old women, and said hatefully:

"Old hag Rui, Old hag Ping, you've been tracking my Dali, and even after you escaped last time, you still haven't given up! That bitch surnamed Wang has two loyal lackeys! And you people are just those two old dogs' dogs' puppies!"

Her words were quite impolite. Immediately, several people shouted:

"Bullshit!" "Kill her!"... Even worse, some people lewdly laughed:

"**, little girl, you've got a sharp tongue, I wonder if you're any good in bed?"

Mu Wanqing's face immediately turned cold, and with a flash of cold light in her hand, two poisoned arrows were already heading straight for the man who had just insulted her. The man roared angrily, raising his knife, and with a "clang," one of the poisoned arrows was successfully blocked. But he fell backward, his eyes wide open, dying with unfinished business. Wu Long, who had just approached them, looked and saw that the man's forehead was sticking out with another small arrow. Blood streamed down his forehead, covering his face.

Wu Long inwardly cheered, thinking, "Dare to flirt with the woman I'm trying to seduce? You little brat! I've already been lenient by not personally cutting off your little 'jj' and chopping you into eight pieces. This time, I'll give you a quick death!" The others, seeing the man die in one move, couldn't help but feel some fear. Granny Rui's face turned cold, and she shouted:

"You little bitch! Let's see who saves you this time! Everyone, attack together! I don't believe she can handle this!"

Her words showed no concern for the lives of the others. Hearing this shout, the others grew bolder, brandishing their weapons and shouting battle cries as they charged forward. Granny Ping also took out two short knives, coldly observing the chaotic scene, preparing to strike at her own opportunity. Mu Wanqing glanced back, spotted the three, and swiftly raised her hand, sending three poisoned arrows hurtling towards the two men and one woman leading the charge.

The woman saw this clearly, and suddenly swung her longsword, creating a net of swords that deflected the poisoned arrows, cursing, "Bitch!" The deflected arrows shot directly towards a man beside her. The man had already... He blocked the poisoned arrow aimed at him, but unexpectedly, another poisoned arrow came flying at him, striking him instantly. He collapsed limply, dying with his eyes wide open. The other man who blocked the poisoned arrow happened to be this man's brother. Seeing this, he was filled with hatred and slashed at the woman with his sword. With a "clang," the woman blocked the blow but staggered back three steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood. She cursed, "What are you doing!" The man roared, "You killed my brother!" and swung his sword again.

Wu Long was also furious at this moment. He had spared the two women last time because they were old, but they dared to come again. They were truly courting death. Qin Hongmian acted first, shouting loudly. Her Shura Blade, carrying a chilling blade wind, instantly slashed at a man. The man hurriedly tried to defend himself, but died tragically under the blade after three rounds. Now

everyone's attention was drawn to this. Mu Wanqing saw... A gleam of joy flashed in their eyes. Wu Long smiled at her, and before she could react, he kicked the ground violently. Instantly, a large chunk of compacted earth shattered into pieces, sending pebbles flying and dust billowing. Then, Wu Long transformed into a black figure, like a whirlwind, sweeping through the flying debris and charging into the stunned crowd. Wherever he went, it was like a whirlwind, cutting through the air and cleaving through the waves. Figures were thrown about, people were torn apart, and screams of pain filled the air. The black whirlwind swept past, splitting the surging crowd like a tidal wave, sending them tumbling to both sides. When the whirlwind passed, it reached the dumbfounded Mu Wanqing without stopping, brushing past her like a powerful gust of wind, knocking everyone down. Granny Ping, who had chased after them, intending to take advantage of the chaos, saw... Seeing Wu Long's ghostly presence, they hesitated, weighing their options. They exchanged a glance with Granny Rui, then attacked him from the left and right with their twin swords and iron staffs.

Wu Long snorted coldly and leaped into the air, soaring nearly three meters into the air. An astonishing, overwhelming aura spread out, mixed with a terrifying, inhuman force, crashing down on the two old women like a mountain. Its speed was like lightning cutting through the air, its power like thunderbolts, its momentum terrifying and unstoppable.

Faced with this overwhelming force, the two old women had no time to dodge. They could only endure the suffocating force of the attack. Even after barely managing to withstand it, their swords and staff shattered, and they were sent flying several meters away, coughing up blood. Even if they survived, they would be slow-moving like ordinary old people. "Don't even think about using martial arts to hurt anyone again," Wu Long said.

“You two old bastards, I’ll spare your lives again. Go back and tell your Madam Wang to wash her neck clean and wait for us to come and collect the interest.”

He suddenly thought of lines from certain novels: “Wash yourself clean and wait for me, I’ll make you want tonight…want…” A burning sensation rose in his lower abdomen, and he couldn’t help but glance at Mu Wanqing strangely.

Mu Wanqing, however, stopped the two old women who were struggling to leave while vomiting blood, and said angrily:

“I never thought you’d have this day!”

She brandished her Shura Blade, ready to cut them down. Wu Long blocked her with his hand and said gently:

“Alright, Miss Mu, we’ve taught them a huge lesson. Let them live so they can go back and scare that Wang woman. It’ll be easier for us to find that woman then.”

Mu Wanqing thought for a moment, then dejectedly put down her Shura Blade and cursed:

“Go back and tell that bitch Wang that I’ll take her dog’s life in ten days!”

Wu Long asked:

“Miss Mu, why are you still here? Where’s Zhong Ling?”

Mu Wanqing snorted:

"Don't worry, your little lover is fine. I've already sent her to the Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities, and then I came back to find my master. But I ran into these persistent lackeys on the way!"

Wu Long immediately felt relieved. Qin Hongmian also came over at this time. She had originally wanted to kill the groaning man on the ground, but seeing Wu Long stop her, she didn't want to go against his wishes. She went to Mu Wanqing's side and said to Wu Long,

"We have something to say. You should stand back a bit."

Wu Long knew what she was going to say and left somewhat guiltily. Qin Hongmian whispered something in Mu Wanqing's ear, and Mu Wanqing's face immediately turned red. She shook her head vigorously, but then Qin Hongmian said,

"If you want him to die, I think he won't force you. Do you really hate him and not like him?"

Mu Wanqing's body trembled, and after a long time, she nodded. Wu Long knew what this action meant, and he felt both happy and moved.

The three walked back to Dali in silence, returning to the inn they had stayed at before. By then, it was completely dark. After the two women ate dinner alone, Qin Hongmian entered Wu Long's room with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. She said,

"Alright, Wu Lang, go now. Be gentle with Wanqing."

Wu Long stood at Mu Wanqing's door, raising his hand as if to knock, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Finally, he lowered his hand. As a playboy, he hadn't realized he possessed such youthful sentiments and shyness.

"Should I knock?"

Wu Long wondered to himself.

If he didn't knock, wouldn't it be a waste to pass up such a good opportunity? Besides, the internal energy he was experiencing needed to be neutralized. As the saying goes, once this opportunity is gone, it's gone forever. Moreover, opportunity knocks but once. If he missed this chance, he would regret it! Sigh, what a dilemma!

At this moment, Mu Wanqing's door creaked open. Wu Long turned around and looked at Mu Wanqing as she opened the door. For some reason, Mu Wanqing removed her mask, revealing her stunning beauty. However, her expression remained cold as she coldly stared at Wu Long. Wu Long awkwardly scratched his head, knowingly asking,

"Miss Mu, haven't you rested yet?"

His eyes were fixed intently on her gaze. Mu Wanqing avoided his intense gaze and coldly said, "If you want to come in, then come in!"

She then ignored him, turning and entering the room, saying,

"If you don't want to come in, then forget it. I should rest anyway."

Wu Long sneaked in like a thief, locking the door behind him. He then smiled somewhat... well, lewdly, and sat down next to Mu Wanqing, watching her pour herself a teacup. Looking at her alluring red lips, Wu Long thought, "Am I about to taste the intoxicating flavor of those beautiful lips?"

Mu Wanqing didn't even glance at Wu Long, simply drinking three cups of tea before setting down the cup. She sat there blankly, lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to everything.

Wu Long thought to himself, "This...it seems I need some foreplay." So he coughed and said, "The night is long. I wonder if Miss Mu is interested in talking to me about...uh, the heart?"

Mu Wanqing glanced at him and said irritably, "Can't you find a different way to start?"

Wu Long scratched his head and asked, "I wonder what Miss Mu wants me to say?"

Mu Wanqing suddenly turned around and stared intently at Wu Long. Wu Long was a little embarrassed by her actions and thought to himself, "She really has the style of a savage girlfriend. I can't show weakness." He also stared back at Mu Wanqing. Their eyes met, and a certain energy was subtly generated. After a long while, Mu Wanqing suddenly sighed softly and said,

"Wu Long, why are all you men like this?"

Wu Long asked curiously, "What's wrong with us men?"

"Hmph, do I have to tell you? You know in your heart that none of you men are good. You lose your soul when you see a beautiful woman!" Mu Wanqing said angrily.

Wu Long chuckled dryly,

"Miss Mu seems to be generalizing, doesn't she? That's not how you put it, Wanqing. I'll be frank! I love you!"

Wu Long suddenly stood up, shouting the last three words, feeling much better. He sat down again, snatched the teapot, and started gulping water down his throat. Despite his cheerful words, he was inwardly trembling. He didn't even dare look Mu Wanqing in the eye.

Mu Wanqing hadn't expected Wu Long to be so direct and was immediately stunned. She sat there blankly, silent, her beautiful eyes filled with a strange expression, her thoughts unreadable. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat ambiguous.

After a long while, Mu Wanqing asked softly, "Is it true?" Wu Long breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing

this and said confidently, "Don't worry, I swore an oath in front of Guan Erye when I was young that I would not favor women!" Mu Wanqing chuckled at his earnest expression. Her icy demeanor thawed instantly, revealing a captivating charm. The anger and sorrow in her eyes almost made Wu Long faint. Mu Wanqing's face flushed slightly. She didn't dare meet Wu Long's direct gaze and said,

"Mother has already told me everything. I've thought about it, and all men in the world are so bad, so lustful, so disgusting. You're barely better, but can you promise to always be good to me?"

Wu Long looked at Mu Wanqing:

"I can promise you that. If I ever treat you badly in the future, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

Mu Wanqing's beautiful eyes were somewhat misty:

"I know you're not an ordinary person either. You'll definitely have many women, just like my father. But I hope you can always be good to me, and not be like my father, betraying my mother!"

Wu Long's eyes were filled with tenderness. Looking at Mu Wanqing's mournful gaze, he patted his chest: "Don't worry, Wan'er, I promise you!"

With that, he reached out and swept Mu Wanqing up in his arms.

Wu Long brought his mouth close to Mu Wanqing's earlobe and gently breathed, saying, "Wan'er, it's late, we should rest now!"

Mu Wanqing felt the man's breath, her eyes glazed over, her body burning and weak. She dared not look into Wu Long's ardent gaze, only turning her head away and saying in an almost inaudible voice, "Yes, Long Lang!"

"Wan'er, then let's rest!" Wu Long was already breathing heavily. Seeing Mu Wanqing nod, he gently placed her on the bed, took off her boots, and then took off his own shoes and climbed on top. He lowered the bed curtains. Mu Wanqing let Wu Long undress her until she was only wearing her last garment, a bodice. Her body was limp and weak, her skin flushed, and her breath sweet as orchids. Her face was so red it could drip water. Her face was flushed with shyness, her breasts heaving, her jade-like body lying prone, her beautiful eyes tightly closed. Her oval face, with its delicate lines, was framed by bright red, tender lips, a beautiful, delicate nose, and a graceful, upturned chin, giving her a gentle and alluring appearance. Bathed in soft light, she resembled a fairy descended from heaven, her beauty breathtaking, enough to shame the flowers and eclipse the moon, and make fish sink and geese fall from the sky. Looking at her smooth, white body, her firm, rising and falling nipples, and her tightly closed legs, Wu Long couldn't help but exclaim, "Wan'er, you're so beautiful!" He was about to untie her bodice.

Mu Wanqing laboriously reached out to stop him, slowly pulling a white handkerchief from inside her clothes, and, overcome with shyness, allowed Wu Long to spread it on the bed. Wu Long was taken aback at first, then understood her intention, and his heart was filled with even greater love. He gently caressed her delicate, flower-petal-like skin. Mu Wanqing's heart was filled with shyness; her icy, tender skin trembled involuntarily at the touch, and her beautiful face flushed crimson.

Wu Long, with boundless tenderness, continued to caress her, feeling her smooth, rounded skin. He slowly removed the last barrier and kissed her passionately. He removed Mu Wanqing's undergarment, revealing her snow-white, delicate shoulders. Beneath a white bodice, her high, firm breasts rose and fell. His hand gently caressed her slender, snow-white waist, feeling her snow-white, translucent skin, sculpted like jade, smooth and delicate, as beautiful as silk and as silky as satin.

Amidst Mu Wanqing's barely audible moans and trembling, Wu Long's hands roamed incessantly, gradually moving towards Mu Wanqing's high, delicate breasts. Mu Wanqing felt as if a fiery hand was tracing her tender skin, leaving a cool, tingling sensation wherever it touched. A slight tremor ran through her entire body. Wu Long grasped her firm, full breasts, kneading the tender peaks, feeling the pert, high nipples rise and fall rapidly beneath his palms. With a flick of his wrist, Wu Long untied the sash from Mu Wanqing's waist to her back, and the entire bodice detached from her body, falling down!

What was revealed to Wu Long was layers of thin white silk, alluringly wrapped tightly around her chest, revealing two sections of snow-white skin, faintly exuding a cool fragrance. Mu Wanqing's two snow-white, translucent, delicate, and full breasts bulged out, their pure and holy beauty so firm and smooth that they were the finest he had ever seen among women. Mu Wanqing's arms were white and translucent, her shoulders soft and rounded, her skin full and plump, her complexion as smooth as jade, her curves long and elegant. She captivated Wu Long's entire being.

In Chapter Thirty-Eight of Part One: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World,

Wu Long was completely stunned by the sight before him. Mu Wanqing's arms were white and translucent, her shoulders soft and rounded, her skin full and plump, her complexion as smooth as jade, her curves long and elegant. Most striking were her two snow-white breasts, trembling and full, firm and high, displaying the charm and allure of a young girl.

Two freshly peeled, reddish-purple nipples, like two large, round grapes, with a pinkish ring around the areolas, and a deep cleavage between them, reminding him of the feeling of his fingers sliding along the bottom of the cleavage, making his heart race and his mouth water! Wu Long stared intently at her exquisitely beautiful face, her eyebrows arched, her cheeks like fresh lychees, her nose like goose fat, her cherry lips slightly parted, revealing pearly teeth, her fine black hair cascading over her shoulders, her bright, watery eyes sparkling with a shy yet seemingly joyful light, radiating a pure and elegant aura.

Wu Long gently caressed Mu Wanqing's breasts, leaving only the two bright red, tender buds at the tips, and took the delicate, adorable nipples into his mouth, skillfully licking and sucking them. The light illuminated the airless room as if it were daytime, and Wu Long's eyes were brazenly fixed on the snow-white, half-naked, exquisitely curvaceous body of the girl beneath him. Most of her shapely body was exposed, her pink lingerie clinging to her equally high breasts and buttocks, which seemed to ignite even more desire than if she were completely naked. The soft, curvaceous lines unconsciously exuded allure and sensuality. Mu Wanqing's fair and radiant skin was displayed to the strange man, revealing both girlish shyness and the captivating charm of a woman.

Mu Wanqing's beautiful, delicate cheeks flushed crimson, and her exquisite body felt waves of indescribable weakness wash over her. She slumped down, letting out a short, shy sigh, seemingly unable to bear the tingling sensations and trembling she felt under the lewd teasing.

Wu Long pressed himself against Mu Wanqing's soft, boneless body, seeing her flushed face and incomparably beautiful appearance, and smelling the pure, innocent fragrance unique to a virgin. His desire flared even more intensely. His hands roamed over Mu Wanqing's jade-like body, first gently caressing her rosy cheeks. "Mmm..." Mu Wanqing let out a soft, shy moan, her pure, beautiful, and gentle heart filled with boundless shyness and a secret desire stirring within her.

Wu Long's hands grasped Mu Wanqing's fair and beautiful breasts, rubbing and kneading them... One hand embraced Mu Wanqing's slender waist, while the other hand roamed over her delicate body, wisps of yang energy penetrating her various acupoints. These acupoints were sensitive areas for women; with each wisp of energy penetrating, Mu Wanqing's body trembled, her pretty face tilted back, and her small mouth opened, emitting a high-pitched moan. Wu Long lowered his head and kissed Mu Wanqing's small mouth, silencing her and leaving only soft whimpers.

"Mmm..." Mu Wanqing's jade-like cheeks flushed red, and she shyly parted her jade teeth. Wu Long passionately enveloped her soft, sweet, and smooth tongue, sucking and licking it wildly. Looking at the stunningly beautiful young woman in his arms, her delicate face flushed red, her shy and pitiful demeanor stirred his lust. He reached out and pressed his hand against the girl's full, firm breasts. The soft, smooth flesh felt incredibly supple, and with a gentle squeeze, he could feel the tender, still-green nipples.

"Mmm..." A soft, shy moan escaped her lips. Mu Wanqing's heart trembled, as if a soft feather had brushed against her sensitive, youthful heart, a slight tickle and a tingling sensation. Mu Wanqing was shy; she had never been touched by a man before, let alone touched the most sensitive, sacred nipples of her pure, innocent body, even through a soft white shirt.

Mu Wanqing struggled but couldn't break free. Wu Long knew it was an instinctive resistance, so he patiently and gently caressed her beautiful, pure body. The delicate and pure young woman's heart trembled repeatedly as he massaged her, as if struck by lightning. Her body felt weak and limp, on the verge of collapse. Mu Wanqing's face flushed with shame and fear; she didn't know why her body felt so weak and sore.

Her pure and innocent heart only felt the pleasure and comfort of his caresses on her small, firm, and proud breasts. The shy and pure young woman, Mu Wanqing, was in a state of confusion, unaware that she had begun to immerse herself in this intense and unprecedented physical pleasure. Her pure and beautiful hands, as white as mutton-fat jade, gradually forgot to struggle. Her long, delicate, onion-like fingers changed from pushing to grasping, tightly holding the large hand that was lightly and teasingly caressing her pure and beautiful breasts, remaining motionless.

Wu Long was delighted to feel the beautiful, pure, charming, and immaculate woman in his arms gradually relax her struggles. Her beautiful and holy body was tense and stiff. So he gently untied Mu Wanqing's sash, and his lewd hand slipped into the gap in the girl's skirt... The girl's skin was so smooth, soft, warm, and tender to the touch. He gently caressed Mu Wanqing's soft and slender waist, and gradually moved down... He stroked the smooth, soft belly under a layer of soft underwear, and passed over the soft, alluring, and swollen vulva. His four thick fingers pressed tightly against the beautiful girl Mu Wanqing's soft, hot, mysterious, and tempting vulva.

When his hot and thick fingers pressed directly on Mu Wanqing's tense and sensitive smooth and snowy skin, Mu Wanqing's pure and innocent heart pounded, as if it would jump out of her throat. His caresses on Mu Wanqing's slender waist had already driven the pure and innocent girl wildly intoxicated. As his large hand moved down, approaching Mu Wanqing's lower body, a soft, hot moan escaped her lips, and Mu Wanqing couldn't help but let out a soft cry, her soft body trembling with tension. When she realized that her soft cry from her cherry lips had been so full of spring, the girl blushed, her pretty face flushed, and her heart was filled with shyness.

Just then, the wicked hand that had been placed inside Mu Wanqing began to move gently but skillfully. "Mmm...mmm...uh...mmm...mmm..." Mu Wanqing moaned softly, the intense stimulation making the girl both pleasured and nervous. Her two snow-white hands gripped the lewd hand that was "playing with the flower's bud" in her sacred lower body, not daring to move. The beautiful girl's pure and innocent heart was blank, completely unaware of where she was.

This seasoned philanderer, a master of debauchery, patiently and gently teased the shy, charming, and pure beauty in his arms. He not only caressed and rubbed her with the hand that was inside her lower body, but also lowered his head and took her full, erect breasts into his mouth. Through her thin white shirt, he found the proud, erect nipple and gently licked and rubbed it with his tongue.

The firm and soft breasts on Mu Wanqing's chest were soaked by his licking. This light teasing made Mu Wanqing feel as if she were floating on clouds, her delicate body light and airy. Her beautiful, straight nose hummed softly and breathed: "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

The intense tingling and itching sensation flowed through every part of her fair skin, penetrating her heart, flowing through her lower body, and penetrating deep inside.

Under this intense physical stimulation, the "flower core" of her uterus deep within her lower body spasmed, her long, beautiful legs stiffened in tension, and a warm, viscous, slippery liquid involuntarily gushed out from Mu Wanqing's deep "flower palace," flowing out and wetting the girl's soft, delicate, and mysterious lower body.

Mu Wanqing didn't know what was flowing out, nor why this was happening, but it must be very shameful and dirty. The beautiful, pure, and lovely young woman blushed even more, her heart filled with shy tenderness, unsure of what to do.

The pure and innocent Mu Wanqing's fair and tender breasts were so delicate and smooth. Wu Long gently grasped the beautiful girl's tender and full breasts, leaving only the two bright red and tender "buds" at the tips of the breasts. He gently stroked them... and then put his mouth into the tender and lovely "buds" on the tip of the girl's breasts...

"...Ugh, no...ah...no, don't..."

Immersed in the fire of lust, the pure Mu Wanqing lay on the ground gently and gracefully, her beautiful eyes tightly closed in embarrassment. Suddenly, Mu Wanqing felt a chill on her chest. "Ah..." Mu Wanqing cried out shyly, hurriedly opening her beautiful phoenix eyes. She blushed deeply, her heart filled with shyness. She realized that Wu Long had stripped naked, his erect, scarlet "monster" a terrifying sight.

"Mmm..." A soft, shy moan escaped Mu Wanqing's lips. She quickly closed her beautiful, amorous eyes and instinctively covered her proud, firm, snow-white, and tender breasts with her snow-white arms. Wu Long gazed at this beautiful, shy, pure, and flawless young woman. Her skin was so white it was dizzying, so delicate, smooth, and jade-like. Beneath her graceful, slender, snow-white arms, the two full, snow-white, and lustrous half-exposed breasts were even more alluring and tempting than if she were completely naked. All of this stirred his heart. He reached out and grasped Mu Wanqing's snow-white arms, gently yet firmly pulling them apart...

Aroused by a burning, fervent desire, like all young lovers experiencing their first stirrings of love, Mu Wanqing, too, had shyly and curiously fantasized about the intoxicating pleasures of love. So, when he pulled her arms forcefully, Mu Wanqing, half-resisting and half-yielding, shyly parted her slender, snow-white arms little by little. Her full, soft, beautiful, snow-white, shy, and delicate breasts rose proudly like budding flower petals. At the top of Mu Wanqing's breasts, two radiant, incredibly tender, rosy, and adorably small buds, like a pair of proud and noble princesses, were about to bloom.

The thought of her beautiful, snow-white, full breasts being nakedly exposed in his eyes made Mu Wanqing blush, her pretty face bloom with spring, her heart filled with shyness, her beautiful eyes closed shyly, not daring to move, just like a newly matured flower bud shyly waiting for bees and butterflies to come and pluck its petals, to bring clouds and rain, so that it could bloom in spring and open its bud.

Wu Long gazed at the two shyly blooming "flower buds" on Mu Wanqing's smooth, fair skin, his heart pounding. He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and took one of Mu Wanqing's full, soft, tender, and firm breasts into his mouth. He extended his tongue and gently licked and rubbed the most sensitive "flower bud" of that pure and sacred nipple, a bud that had never been touched by a man before. His other hand grasped Mu Wanqing's other full, firm, and elastic breast, and he gently flicked the dazzling, rosy, and shy nipple with his thumb.

Wu Long gently lowered his penis to the jade gate. Mu Wanqing gasped in surprise, her voice trembling, "Gently, I... this is my first time!"

"Wan'er, don't worry, your husband is very gentle with you, gently, um..." As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Long kissed her passionately, kissing her until she couldn't breathe. Wu Long was burning with desire, and his whole body stiffened!

"Wow...you're so mean...you lied...it's so big...it hurts a little..."

Mu Wanqing cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.

Wu Long quickly covered her mouth with his lips, but Mu Wanqing, clearly in excruciating pain, pushed him away with both hands and swayed from side to side. They embraced for a while before the contractions subsided slightly. Her beautiful tears fell gently, as dazzling and radiant as peach blossoms dancing in the air in March! When Wu Long entered Mu Wanqing's body, he felt her wriggle, almost losing his grip. He was so frightened that he quickly activated his Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill to hold on. He sighed inwardly, realizing that it was a Seven-Bend Linked Artifact, which consisted of seven fleshy rings that all wriggled together. One could imagine that only the most skilled masters in the world, who could withstand such an artifact as Mu Wanqing's, could do so with their internal energy or by practicing dual cultivation techniques. The entrance to the Seven-Bend Linked Artifact was narrow, and the clitoris was shallow. The vaginal canal was like a winding path, much like the forelimbs of a gibbon. Because of its unique structure, most people would be unable to enter a woman with this kind of vagina for the first time, and would just stand by anxiously, sweating profusely. However, once the clitoris is touched, a sudden rhythm will occur, contracting rapidly. The woman will continuously twist her serpentine waist, emitting dreamlike moans and gasps, tossing and turning, her whole body writhing. At this point, the man often loses control, being led into an indescribably blissful state.

Unexpectedly, in just one day, he encountered two exquisite objects, which greatly delighted Wu Long. He immediately thrust and pounded wildly, like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep. Mu Wanqing's arms tightly embraced his back, her pink legs hooked tightly around Wu Long's buttocks, her hips trembling powerfully as she forcefully welcomed Wu Long's thrusts. At the same time, her cheeks flushed red, her cherry lips slightly parted, her breath sweet as orchids, like a beautiful and captivating rose.

"Eee..." An unprecedented scream and gasp escaped from her cherry-like mouth. Like a wanton woman ridden by a thousand men, Mu Wanqing's legs convulsed and twitched as she tightly gripped Wu Long's waist and hips. Then, she shook her head wildly and kicked her legs in the air, as if hoping that Wu Long would penetrate her deeper and more fiercely, as if she wanted to squeeze him out completely. In the midst of pleasure, Wu Long did not forget to circulate his Yin-Yang Divine Art, channeling his Yang energy into Mu Wanqing's body through the glue. The black Sunflower True Qi within him also flowed out along with the Yang energy. Then, Wu Long took a deep breath, absorbing Mu Wanqing's virgin Yin essence. The Sunflower True Qi was drawn back, but this time its nature changed. After this back and forth, both of their bodies seemed to undergo some inexplicable changes...

Mu Wanqing was indeed incredibly fierce, having climaxed nearly four times and still having energy left. This surprised Wu Long greatly. If he hadn't seen the bloodstains on her skin, he would have thought she was an expert in this field. However, the more forceful Mu Wanqing was, the happier Wu Long became. Finally, someone could withstand him for a while; otherwise, holding back all day would surely make him sick.

And so, the two of them lasted a full three hours before Mu Wanqing finally fainted amidst a hysterical scream. Wu Long, having released his pent-up energy, felt exhilarated, as if he had fulfilled a long-held wish, and relaxed completely on top of Mu Wanqing. Mu Wanqing, as if her soul had left her body, felt a throbbing in her temples and her eyes seemed to be seeing stars. Her consciousness was already hazy; she lay sprawled in Wu Long's arms, her long, slender legs shamelessly wrapped around his waist. No one could tell that Mu Wanqing lay naked on the ground, her face a picture of wanton conquest after her orgasm. From this moment on, Mu Wanqing's world could no longer accommodate any other man…

Wu Long felt extremely comfortable and was about to experience the changes in his inner energy when someone entered.

"Wu Lang...you're too rough. Wanqing has just received your favor and can't take your rough treatment..." Qin Hongmian appeared at the doorway at some point. She walked to the bedside, her eyes filled with pity and shyness, her face flushed as she complained. At this moment, Qin Hongmian had already taken off her black robe, wearing only a tight white undergarment, revealing her curves, like a virgin. Wu Long, whose lust was boiling like a volcano about to erupt, saw Qin Hongmian, suddenly straightened up, reached out and grabbed her waist. She was caught off guard and fell onto the bed. Wu Long rolled over and held her tightly. Qin Hongmian struggled gently, feigning resistance, saying,

"Not here..."

Consumed by lust, Wu Long ignored her panic, one hand tightly hooking her head, his hot lips covering her mouth, the other hand frantically grabbing and kneading her full breasts. Qin Hongmian twisted and struggled in panic, trying to push Wu Long away, but Wu Long held her even tighter. His hand quickly slid down into the waistband of her undergarment, and her smooth skin exuded the fragrant scent of a woman.

Wu Long's hand reached between her legs, stroking her repeatedly, his hard member rubbing against her thigh with a rhythmic thud. Gradually, Qin Hongmian's struggling body calmed down, her breathing becoming more rapid. Wu Long gently took her earlobe into his mouth. Qin Hongmian writhed restlessly, letting out soft moans. Wu Long tore open her undergarment and bodice, revealing her full breasts, which bounced out like balls.

When
Wu Long's lips touched Qin Hongmian's, he felt her body tremble slightly. Wu Long, of course, wasn't satisfied with that. So, his main force—his tongue—began its attack on Qin Hongmian's strong defenses. After a hard-fought battle, it finally breached those defenses, opening Qin Hongmian's teeth. Then, it launched an assault on Qin Hongmian's main force. Soon, the two forces clashed. (Their tongues finally intertwined.) A jolt of electricity surged through them, so exquisite. Time seemed to stand still; everything around them faded away, leaving only this wonderful sensation.

Hongmian hugged Wulong even tighter. Wulong could clearly feel the soft flesh of Qin Hongmian's breasts pressed tightly against his chest, gently rubbing against him. This was like adding fuel to the fire; Wulong's mind went blank, he lost control, acting only on instinct. Wulong and Qin Hongmian continued their passionate kiss. Wulong's left hand was no longer holding Qin Hongmian, but roaming over her back, caressing her everywhere. His right hand was even more ruthless, unknowingly reaching Qin Hongmian's firm breasts. The breasts were incredibly elastic, taking on various shapes with Wulong's grasping fingers.

Qin Hongmian was now completely limp, collapsing entirely into Wulong's arms. Wu Long was no longer content with just groping through her clothes; he desperately wanted to strip Qin Hongmian naked. The thought was barely in his mind before his hands moved. He gently placed Qin Hongmian on the bed, scrutinizing her closely. Qin Hongmian was already breathing rapidly, her chest heaving. Her swan-like, beautiful neck was flushed an alluring pink with shyness, and her eyes were tightly closed. She was only wearing a green bodice, which barely covered her firm breasts, leaving a large expanse of her white skin exposed. The two alluring nipples were faintly visible, making one's mouth water. The hem of the bodice just covered her breasts, and a glimpse of her dark pubic hair could be seen. Her two pairs of fair, jade-like thighs were crossed.

Seeing this, Wu Long could no longer resist and quickly stripped her naked. He climbed onto the bed and kissed Qin Hongmian's breasts again. The faint fragrance of a maiden, the smooth, creamy skin—all drove Wu Long wild with desire. He kissed his way from the foot of the mountain to the summit, gradually, gradually, until he reached the top. Wu Long removed Qin Hongmian's last shred of modesty, revealing the entire mountain before him. Two pink nipples trembled with Qin Hongmian's rapid breathing, and the mountain itself quivered. Wu Long could no longer bear to look closely; he swallowed a nipple whole. With his sucking, the nipple slowly grew larger and harder. Qin Hongmian let out a captivating moan with each suck, her two delicate arms tightly embracing Wu Long's neck. Wu Long's left hand grasped the other nipple, and under his gentle caresses, it underwent similar changes.

"No… ah… um…"

Qin Hongmian, feeling ashamed, covered her face with her hands, her body weakly twisting in resistance. Qin Hongmian struggled shyly, but Wu Long pried her face away with one hand, quickly covering her mouth with his own, while his other hand forcefully masturbated her full breasts. Wu Long spread her legs with his feet, his increasingly swollen member rubbing against her thighs. Gradually, Qin Hongmian swayed her head, emitting soft, sexy moans, her hands moving towards Wu Long's lower abdomen, groping incessantly. Wu Long quickly stripped off her clothes and pressed himself against her. Qin Hongmian seemed to be aroused as well, reaching out to grasp Wu Long's member.

Wu Long's right hand slid down, reaching her taut abdomen, smooth and without an ounce of excess fat. Below her abdomen lay a dense forest. Beyond the forest, two small canyons appeared. Shallow streams had already emerged from the canyons, and Wu Long's right hand lingered there, preparing to establish a revolutionary base. As his right hand continued its relentless exploration, and as the revolutionary base expanded, the shallow stream in the canyon grew into a babbling river, and it seemed poised to become even larger. Qin Hongmian's moans grew louder and louder, and Wu Long became increasingly excited. His already erect member grew larger and harder, causing Wu Long some pain. Wu Long could no longer endure it; his member was eager to find a home.

Wu Long pressed his member between the two canyons, his mouth kissing Qin Hongmian's ear, and softly said,

"Hongmian, I'm here."

(Full text novel reading, updates, faster, all at 16k Literature Network, PC site: www.16k.cn, mobile site: wap.16k.cn. Support literature, support 16k!) Qin Hongmian murmured indistinctly. With the forceful thrusting of Wu Long's lower abdomen, he deeply entered Qin Hongmian's body. Feeling that Qin Hongmian's jade gate was still a bit tight, he withdrew his treasure, straightened his body, and entered again. This time, it went in smoothly. The warm flesh walls enveloped Qin Hongmian's treasure, and waves of heat surged up, the excitement and stimulation rising higher and higher. Qin Hongmian slowly moved back and forth, her face flushed red, her hands gripping Qin Hongmian's shoulders tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, and she moaning softly.

Wu Long continued to kiss Qin Hongmian, his hands caressing her breasts. As time passed, finally, his entire penis entered Qin Hongmian's body. His entire penis felt well cared for, and he felt completely comfortable. Qin Hongmian had become accustomed to Wu Long's presence, and with his thrusts, she began to gently sway her hips in response. Gradually, Wu Long's movements became more vigorous, Qin Hongmian's responses became more intense, her moans grew louder, and Wu Long's pleasure gradually increased. Qin Hongmian's eyes were tightly closed, her jade-like legs wrapped tightly around Wu Long's waist, her hands also tightly embracing him, responding passionately to his movements.

Finally, with a ecstatic moan, Qin Hongmian trembled all over, and streams of hot yin essence gushed out. The moans gradually subsided, and she seemed to fall into a daze, her peach blossom spring trembling continuously, constantly gushing forth. Xiao Long felt waves of pleasure surge through his body as he was sprayed with the hot yin essence, and he couldn't help but shudder, as if he too was about to ejaculate. Wu Long's penis was squeezed even tighter, feeling even more comfortable. At this moment, a sentence from the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill" that he had never understood flashed into Wu Long's mind: "Yin and Yang attract each other, Yin and Yang merge, essence transforms into qi, qi transforms into spirit, heaven and man resonate, the divine skill is initially completed."

With this flash of the sentence, Qin Hongmian's yin essence was completely absorbed by Wu Long, transforming into a stream of cold true qi that flowed into Wu Long's dantian. At this moment, Wu Long also reached his climax. The essence, though released, didn't spurt out. Instead, upon reaching the tip of his penis, it was transformed into a surge of intense heat, like primordial yin, flowing towards his dantian. Qin Hongmian trembled violently as the energy shot towards her. The two streams of energy, one hot and one cold, converged at his dantian. They intertwined, swirling and merging like a vortex. As the fusion expanded, it also caused the original energy within Wu Long's body to swirl. Finally, all the energy merged together.

This newly generated fused energy then flowed from his dantian towards Wu Long's still-unopened Ren and Du meridians. Along the path of this energy, his meridians felt expanded to varying degrees. As more and more energy accumulated in the Ren and Du meridians, they finally opened. With

the opening of the Ren and Du meridians, the energy flowed throughout his body, gradually transforming Wu Long's meridians. Once the transformation of all his meridians was complete, the energy returned to his dantian. However, the returning true energy did not stop at the dantian, but flowed through the dantian and then through Wu Long's clone into Qin Hongmian's body.

This true energy first combined with a faint wisp of true energy in Qin Hongmian's dantian; then, it flowed along the meridians throughout Qin Hongmian's body. The way the true energy circulated within Qin Hongmian's body was the same as how Wu Long practiced his own martial arts. In other words, Qin Hongmian was now as if she were practicing Wu Long's martial arts. Wu Long's true energy continuously surged towards Qin Hongmian through the point of fusion between Wu Long and Qin Hongmian. The true energy was also gradually transforming Qin Hongmian's meridians, and also impacting the blocked meridians. As the true energy increased, more and more meridians were opened. Finally, because Qin Hongmian's own true energy was too weak, she was unable to open the Ren and Du meridians. However, apart from these two meridians, all other meridians were opened. At this point, it was as if a balance point had been reached; Wu Long's true energy no longer flowed towards Qin Hongmian. After circulating through Qin Hongmian's body for nine cycles, the true energy gradually returned to Wu Long's dantian. Of course, a considerable portion of true qi remained within Qin Hongmian's body.

At this point, in terms of the quantity of true qi, Qin Hongmian's true qi was no weaker than that of a true first-rate master. In terms of the extent of her meridian expansion, she had even surpassed them. Qin Hongmian now possessed the most crucial element in cultivation: true qi. As for how to utilize it, it was only a matter of time. It was like a millionaire who, though unsure how to spend money, possessed the wealth; why fear not learning how to spend it?

During the time Wu Long's true qi flowed towards Qin Hongmian, tremendous changes also occurred within Wu Long's body. Although Wu Long's true qi continuously surged towards Qin Hongmian, Wu Long's own true qi not only did not decrease but showed a tendency to increase. This was because the unique heat within his cells was rapidly transforming into Wu Long's internal force in his dantian.

Wu Long knew that he had reached the Innate Realm, the state of being innate, which is the spiritual connection that occurs when one transitions from the acquired to the innate realm. During this process, true qi would greatly increase. Moreover, in the future, when using internal force, the recovery ability of his own true qi would be greatly enhanced. This could be considered a leap forward in martial arts skill, and the greatest leap to date.

As his power increased, Wu Long's senses became increasingly acute. Previously, he could only hear the faint rustling of willow leaves in the wind below. Now, this rustling sound grew louder and louder, as clear as the sound of leaves vibrating violently near his ear. He could hear a wider variety of sounds: the light chirping of birds in the distance, the flapping of wings of birds closer by, the sound of insects nibbling at leaves nearby… (these were sounds Wu Long couldn't hear before.)

After the exchange of true energy between Wu Long and Qin Hongmian ended, in that instant, Wu Long could even hear the crawling of ants below. Moreover, he could clearly sense everything within a five-zhang radius of him; everything was reflected in his mind, as if everything was under his control.

Wu Long felt a gentle breeze blowing against the windows of the small building; the windows moved extremely slightly, but Wu Long 'saw' it clearly. The wind has no shape, but Wu Long could sense its form and 'see' its movements. Opening his eyes, he felt a sudden brightness before him; the room was instantly as bright as day, everything clearly visible. He could hear the chirping of insects and birds, even the sound of air flowing above the trees in the inn's courtyard. It was as if all the changes in nature were now clearly presented before his eyes and ears.

Sensing something, Wu Long focused his mind and slowly spread his spiritual energy in all directions, carefully observing the life force contained in every part of the forest, not even missing the flowers, grasses, and trees on the ground. Through this spiritual observation, Wu Long felt the wonder of life and the mystery of nature's changes—a novel experience he had never had before in his life.

The air within the inn and cemetery seemed to be influenced by Wu Long, slowly flowing towards his location. When the airflow reached within five feet of him, it automatically swirled, causing the potted plants in the room to appear even more vibrant and robust.

A sense of wonder at the unpredictable changes of nature and the joy of life's growth constantly surfaced in Wu Long's mind. He quietly received the messages coming from all directions, and as if gaining some understanding, an expression of boundless amazement and satisfaction appeared on his handsome face. Then, Wu Long slowly withdrew his spiritual energy, carefully examining his body. Under the penetrating power of his spiritual energy, the blood vessels and meridians within his body were clearly presented in his mind like a map on paper.

From these intricate meridians, Wu Long clearly saw fiery red true energy flowing slowly through the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve regular meridians, finally merging into his own meridians. He had truly achieved the realm of internal vision! Unexpectedly, this healing power of sensual pleasure had brought him such great benefits! Looking at the two beautiful women, mother and daughter, sharing the bed, Wu Long felt a surge of emotion, followed by a strange weariness, and then he too fell asleep.

He woke up suddenly in the middle of the night to find Qin Hongmian gone, only hearing the sound of running water. Wu Long went inside; Qin Hongmian was taking a shower. Startled by his sudden intrusion, she froze, her face instantly turning pink. She turned and lowered her head shyly, saying, "Wu Lang…it's you…"

Qin Hongmian's back, still dripping with water, looked incredibly smooth and delicate. Perhaps because she was showering, her snow-white skin had a slight pink tinge under the light. Wu Long's eyes immediately fell on Qin Hongmian's two plump breasts, the two pink, erect nipples on them particularly alluring. Now, moistened by the warm water, Qin Hongmian's snow-white body seemed to have been bathed in a pinkish hue, further enhancing her captivating beauty.

Qin Hongmian's face and appearance were like those of a celestial being, her beauty displaying a mature and alluring charm. Her plump, large breasts, undiminished by age, remained firm and captivating, enough to drive any man wild. Looking further, Wu Long noticed her own slender waist, still slender as a snake, and below her abdomen, a thick patch of dark pubic hair covering her vulva—enough to drive any man mad. Looking further back, her beautifully shaped, full buttocks stood erect.

Wu Long felt that Qin Hongmian hadn't aged despite the ravages of time; instead, she had been adorned by time, transforming into a stunningly sexy woman. This mature and alluring beauty was something younger women couldn't match or learn, especially since Qin Hongmian was only about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. The hardships she had endured over the years had given her a unique aura that made men want to possess her.

Wu Long's blood surged, and the lust that had just subsided burned fiercely again. He jumped into the bathtub, and his hands rose from the water to her high, firm breasts. His fingers gently pinched and kneaded her breasts, praising,

"So elastic!"

Slowly, their lips met tightly. Qin Hongmian licked Wu Long's lips with her tongue, her delicate tongue sliding rhythmically against his lips. Wu Long also inserted his tongue into Qin Hongmian's mouth, exploring it, and she immediately began to suckle. Qin Hongmian exhaled, her fragrance like orchids, further arousing Wu Long's desire. Her cheeks gradually turned pink, and her breathing became more rapid.

"Wu Lang...you're too strong..."

Qin Hongmian moaned, uttering words men love to hear, which excited Wu Long even more. Her perfect breasts, with their small areolas and firm nipples, seemed to further ignite Wu Long's lust. Wu Long moved behind Qin Hongmian, slowly wiping her body. His hand reached under her armpits, caressing her smooth breasts. The fair, tender muscles of her breasts arched from side to side with the movement, while his erect penis pressed firmly against her plump buttocks.

Qin Hongmian moaned, her breathing becoming heavy. Wu Long's hand moved downwards, gently caressing her lush pubic hair in the water. Qin Hongmian trembled slightly, her whole body shaking. Qin Hongmian frowned, gritting her teeth, enduring the intense stimulation without uttering a sound, but her alluring demeanor made Chu Xiong feel even more satisfied. Stimulation, intense stimulation, Wu Long entered her body again. Both of them let out satisfied moans, followed by another set of sounds that made one's blood boil.

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