[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 34

Chapter 143 of the Fallen Dragon World: Utterly

Despicable

At this moment, flashes of lightning faintly pierced through the clouds on the northern horizon. The rumbling thunder, initially barely audible, quickly reached the Dolan Hills. Raindrops the size of soybeans poured down from the sky, pattering down relentlessly. However, the fighters had no time to heed this.

The rain came swiftly and heavily. Murong Fu, caught off guard, was instantly drenched. Surprisingly, no matter how heavy the rain, it never touched Wu Long. The dense raindrops, upon reaching within three feet of Wu Long, were immediately repelled by a powerful gust of air. This profound internal energy cultivation left everyone present speechless, filled with envy and admiration for Wu Long's martial arts skills. However, since the fight had already begun, it couldn't be stopped.

Just as Wu Long subdued Bao Butong, Murong Fu swung his sword, its blade flashing with countless points of cold light, descending upon him. Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and Feng Bo'e, who had dodged two of his blades and a kick each, also charged forward with their weapons. Seeing that he had subdued Bao Butong in a single move, the three were all startled. Feng Bo'e shouted "Third Brother Bao," while Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian each called "Third Brother Bao," and they rushed towards him with their weapons. He then stomped his foot, unleashing a powerful surge of internal energy from the ground. From him, it radiated outwards in a circle like ripples on water, striking the three who were closing in on him: Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and Feng Bo'e. He then grabbed Bao Butong and lifted him up, shielding him above Murong Fu's descending attack.

Seeing the force approaching, Deng Baichuan and the others quickly leaped to their feet to dodge. Seeing Wu Long lift Bao Butong to block Murong Fu's sword strike, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Murong Fu, seeing him lift Bao Butong to block the sword, was also startled and quickly took a breath, stopping his sword strike. The myriad points of cold stars transformed into a sword, still thrusting towards Bao Butong. However, the blade had changed from straight to horizontal, and when it struck Bao Butong, the tip of the sword barely touched him, the blade slightly bending. Then it straightened again, and he used the force of this slight bend to leap up again. He flipped forward, and as he landed, he turned to face Wu Long, pointing a finger in mid-air. With a "whoosh," a finger force shot out, aiming straight for Wu Long's "Dazhui" acupoint. Hearing the sound

behind him, Wu Long spun around to avoid Murong Fu's finger, then gently tossed Bao Butong up, grabbing him by the ankle instead of his chest. Then he used him as a weapon, slashing and hacking at Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and Feng Bo'e who were attacking. The three, hesitant to harm Bao Butong, retreated and dodged.

Wu Long now understood Murong Fuqi's intentions and why he dared to come after him. During his earlier conversation with Wu Yazi, Wu Long had recited his Beiming Divine Skill. From Wu Yazi, he learned that the Beiming Divine Skill left behind by Li Qiushui was nine-tenths genuine and one-tenth fake. While it wouldn't affect cultivation, it left six fatal weaknesses. If these weaknesses were exploited, even with unparalleled skill and an indestructible body, the skill would be broken, potentially leading to immediate death. Clearly, Li Qiushui had left a loophole. She feared that whoever obtained this skill would become her enemy, and if she encountered a peerless genius whose martial arts surpassed her own, she was confident she could subdue them.

Fortunately, Wu Long's cultivation was unconventional. He first fused the Blazing Sun Divine Art, which absorbed the true fire of the sun, then later fused it with the cold poison of the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm, and finally fused it with the Nine Yin Manual and the Innate Skill. He had already transcended the scope of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, and its power far surpassed the original. Even if someone cultivated the Northern Darkness Divine Art, the Lesser Formless Divine Art, and the Eight Directions and Six Harmonies Supreme Divine Art simultaneously, they wouldn't necessarily be stronger than him. Clearly, Li Qiushui had told Wang Yuyan about the flaw

in the Northern Darkness Divine Art, and that silly girl Wang Yuyan had been tricked into revealing this secret by Murong Fu. Thinking of this, Wu Long was furious again. They retreated, but Wu Long was relentless, wielding Bao Butong, his human-shaped weapon. He chased after Feng Bo'e and attacked. Feng Bo'e dared not retaliate and could only dodge. After only five or six moves, Wu Long swept Bao Butong's sword across his waist, sending him flying and crashing into the forest with his sword. Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian had just rushed forward when Wu Long turned and swung Bao Butong's sword, forcing them back. Fearing their weapons might accidentally injure Bao Butong, the two exchanged a glance and discarded their weapons, switching to a bare-handed attack. They wanted to grab Bao Butong and snatch him from Wu Long's grasp. Seeing this, Murong Fu also temporarily sheathed his sword and charged forward, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

But Wu Long wouldn't let them succeed. He grabbed Bao Butong and swung him left and right, slashing and smashing with unstoppable force, forcing everyone to dodge. Poor Bao Butong was quickly overwhelmed and disoriented, his stomach churning, feeling nauseous, and inwardly groaning. After more

than a dozen attacks, the three of them, Murong Fu, Gongye Qian, and Wu Long, had failed to gain the upper hand. They exchanged a glance, then separated, focusing only on Wu Long. Murong Fu shouted, "Brother Wu Long, you've captured my Third Brother Bao and are using him to block our attacks. This forces us to hold back, preventing us from unleashing our full power. You're truly despicable and shameless! If you have the guts, release Third Brother Bao and let's see who's truly superior!"

"Release him? Very well!" Wu Long agreed, then, holding Bao Butong upside down, he flung him towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu caught him, feeling the immense force of Wu Long's throw. He quickly used his "Shifting Stars" technique to neutralize the force, then turned Bao Butong over and saw blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Checking his breath, he realized Bao Butong was dead. Murong Fu's expression changed drastically, and he glared at Wu Long. Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian, who had already gathered around, sensed something was wrong when they saw Murong Fu's change in expression. Reaching out to check Bao Butong's breath, their expressions changed drastically. The two cried out in anguish, "Third Brother Bao!" tears welling in their eyes, and charged towards Wu Long with a roar. They abandoned all techniques, fighting with their lives on the line. They didn't even raise their palms to protect themselves, only launching rapid attacks.

Wu Long chuckled, his legs flashing, and with two loud "bangs," Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian were each kicked away. Their internal organs trembled, causing internal injuries, and blood trickled from their mouths. The two wiped their wounds, ignoring their injuries. They grabbed the weapons they had previously discarded out of fear of Bao Butong, and with another shout, attacked. Suddenly, a mournful cry of "Third Brother Bao!" came from the woods behind them. It was Feng Bo'e, whom Wu Long had swept into the woods by Bao Butong, struggling violently. Hearing Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian's mournful cries outside, Wu Long knew something was wrong. He roared, ignoring his injury, and unleashed his iron palm, sending rain spraying everywhere. Countless palm shadows filled the air, making it impossible to discern the true killing move. This unique palm technique was truly unparalleled in the martial world.

Wu Long swung his palm at Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian, unleashing four scorching blade energies simultaneously, which then split mid-air, slashing at each of them with two separate blades. One wielded a sword, the other frantically swung a pair of judge's pens in front of him to block. But then came the sounds of clanging, clattering, and rattling. The two cried out in alarm as Wu Long's scorching blade energy severed their steel swords and judge's pens, sending them crashing to the ground. A gust of wind howled behind them as Feng Bo'e

raised his single blade high above his head, slashing down from above. Wu Long turned, looking up at Feng Bo'e, who was wielding his blade with both hands, bringing it down on his head. Seeing the knife almost overhead, Wu Long, with a precise aim, swiftly extended his right hand, clamping the blade tightly between his index and middle fingers. Feng Bo'e was unable to strike again; not only that, but because he was gripping the knife with both hands, he was suspended in mid-air, demonstrating the immense strength of Wu Long's two fingers. As he was stunned, pondering whether to let go or strike with more force, a sharp "clang" rang out. Wu Long twisted his two fingers, snapping off a section of the blade's tip. Then, with a flick of his fingers, a flash of cold light appeared. Before Feng Bo'e could even see clearly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a powerful force. With a scream, he was struck by the broken blade tip, flying straight away and landing at the edge of the forest, unable to rise again.

"Fourth Brother Feng!"

"Fourth Brother Feng!"

Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian cried out in grief, while Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan, in the distance, also cried out in despair.

Amidst their mournful cries, Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian threw their remaining swords and judge's pens at Wu Long, using them as concealed weapons. As the weapons were thrown, they charged forward, lunging at Wu Long.

"Brother Deng, Second Brother Gongye, be careful!" Murong Fu cried out, placing Bao Butong's corpse on the ground and drawing his sword as he rushed over, fearing for the safety of the remaining two.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The two men were only three steps away from Wu Long when they collapsed to the ground, without even a scream. No blood splattered, however; Wu Long had used his "Floral Finger" technique to deflect their hidden weapons and then struck their vital points, killing them instantly. Murong Fu leaped up, unleashing a barrage of palm strikes at Wu Long. This palm technique, called the "Hanxu Palm," was extremely powerful, and Murong Fu had only recently learned it from his father, Murong Bo. Wu Long clenched his right hand into a blade, and amidst the numerous palm strikes, he slashed at the one with the strongest internal energy. Instantly, the rain within a two-zhang radius condensed into countless ice arrows, all of which suddenly changed direction and hurtled towards Murong Fu.

Still in mid-air, Murong Fu was startled and hurriedly forced his internal energy out of his body to deal with the incoming ice arrows. At the same time, a muffled explosion rang out as Wu Long's icy blade struck Murong Fu's "Hanxu Palm" palm shadow with pinpoint accuracy.

The instant the blade and palm made contact, Wu Long noticed that Murong Fu's internal energy flickered, seemingly present yet absent. The moment their internal energies clashed, Murong Fu's energy vanished without a trace, and just as it was about to invade Murong Fu's meridians, it would reappear. After several intermittent exchanges, a large portion of Wu Long's icy energy had been neutralized by Murong Fu's internal energy.

Surprised, Wu Long circulated his internal energy, deciding to unleash his full icy power through a powerful spiral of energy—the Nine-Turn Cycle—to directly attack Murong Fu. Instantly, a white spiral of energy shot out from the edge of Wu Long's right palm, piercing into Murong Fu's palm.

The Hanxu Palm was created by Murong Bo by fusing his own Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Divine Skill and the Shaolin Xumi Palm Wu Xiang Divine Skill. It took him twenty years of painstaking effort to achieve a state of being both real and illusory, attacking the enemy between existence and non-existence, and defeating the enemy before they even realize it. It can be considered a unique martial art that allows for free and unrestrained manipulation of true energy.

In order to deal with the ice arrows fired by Wu Long, Murong Fu had already forced out 50% of his true energy. At the moment when the palm and the blade clashed, Murong Fu could only use 50% of his strength to deal with Wu Long's nearly 80% extreme ice energy. Fortunately, thanks to the illusory and unpredictable nature of the Hanxu Palm, he was able to barely offset more than half of the opponent's blade energy.

Now, before the opponent's sword energy had subsided, another spiraling force followed. "Boom!" Another explosion of energy rang out, and Murong Fu's face turned deathly pale. His entire body flew backward as if electrocuted. As soon as his feet touched the ground, a chilling, bone-chilling current froze Murong Fu's right palm. The

icy internal force penetrating his body caused Murong Fu to feel a great sense of horror. He saw Wu Long chuckle and begin to spin rapidly. The rain in the sky seemed to be drawn and pulled by an invisible force, converging towards Wu Long's location.

As soon as the dense rain reached within five feet of Wu Long, it immediately transformed into countless icy raindrops. After circling around Wu Long several times, they split into three groups and shot out in three directions: forward, left, and right.

Murong Fu's expression changed drastically. Fortunately, the Murong family's lightness skill was also superb, and he barely managed to dodge. At this moment, he had lost all will to fight. Seeing Wu Long turn around and smile at him, he was shocked, and fear appeared in his eyes. He quickly stopped, brandished his long sword, and thrust forward. With a loud "clang," the sword was shattered into hundreds of pieces by his internal force. Under the surge of his internal force, these pieces shot towards Wu Long like a tidal wave. At the same time, he rushed backward, reaching Wang Yuyan's side, grabbing her, and holding her throat with his hand, saying,

"Don't come any closer!"

Wu Long dodged the hundreds of shattered swords that Murong Fu was shooting at him. He was stunned for a moment because he hadn't expected him to be so shameless. Wang Yuyan was stunned at first, then said in shock,

"Cousin, what are you doing?"

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and said:

"Shut up, you bitch! It's all your fault for lying to me, causing all my men to die. Your so-called grandmother is nothing but an old hag! What six fatal acupoints, what Autumn Water Sword, it was all a lie! How despicable, how utterly despicable..."

One wrong move, and the whole game is lost. He thought that his father had stolen the Shaolin Great Rejuvenation Pill and forcibly opened his Ren and Du meridians, while also cultivating the divine skill that his father had spent twenty years developing, combining Shaolin's unique skills with his family's martial arts. Combined with the information he got from Wang Yuyan, he could defeat Wu Long. However, the fight lasted only a dozen rounds before all four of his retainers were dead. Moreover, he realized that his opponent hadn't even used his full strength. This utter defeat drove him somewhat mad.

Tears streamed down Wang Yuyan's face as she said,

"Cousin, I really didn't lie to you..."

But Murong Fu no longer believed her. He tightened his grip, making it difficult for Wang Yuyan to breathe, causing her extreme discomfort. Wu Long, barely suppressing his anger, said,

"What do you want?"

Murong Fu roared,

"I already knew from the servants of the Wang family that you seduced my two maids and had an ambiguous relationship with the Wang family mother and daughter. If you don't want her to die, then you'll have to abolish all your martial arts skills!"

Chapter 144 of Fallen Dragon World: Murong Fu's Death and Yuyan's Emotional Move 1

Seeing Murong Fu's crazed state, Wu Long knew that this guy couldn't take any more provocation and was likely to do something drastic. However, he still couldn't help but mock him,

"Murong Fu, Murong Fu, I never thought you would be so shameless, actually using your love for your cousin to threaten an outsider like me. Although your father is despicable, he is at least a powerful figure. You, on the other hand, are not even a bear, just a pretty face."

Murong Fu shouted wildly.

"Enough nonsense, are you really not going to take her life?"

With that, he exerted force again, and Wang Yuyan immediately couldn't breathe. Her face turned pale and then purple. Wu Long coldly stared at him for a long time before finally saying,

"Fine."

His "fine," though not loud, was more deafening to the two of them than a thunderclap. Martial arts were the most important thing in any martial arts world. This was why martial artists would fight to the death, even brothers and friends, for any good secret manual. For someone like Wu Long, martial arts were even more closely linked to his bloodline; losing his martial arts meant certain death. Although Murong Fu was crazy, making Wu Long pay for his martial arts was just a condition he made in his madness. He was prepared to ask for an exorbitant price and then try to bargain. He never expected Wu Long to agree; in his eyes, it was incredibly foolish. Some people would risk their lives for love, but martial arts were more important than life itself to those in the martial arts world!

Tears streamed down Wang Yuyan's face, mingling with the rain and making her once beautiful face appear somewhat haggard. The fact that Wu Long could give up his unparalleled martial arts skills for her deeply moved and shocked her. In truth, during Wu Long's time at the Wang family, she had been drawn to him. For a woman, Wu Long was an irresistible poison; the longer the relationship, the more outstanding the woman, the easier it was to be attracted to him. Otherwise, why would Gan Baobao, Qin Hongmian, Madam Wang, Ruan Xingzhu, and others have all fallen deeply in love with others, only to so easily fall for him after their encounters and relationships?

Wang Yuyan was no different, but she feared this attraction. She always felt she loved her cousin and couldn't betray him. So, while Wu Long was around, she tried her best to avoid him; after he left, she tried every means to forget him. But emotions are like a flood; the more you try to block them, the more violently they erupt. Wu Long's image in her heart only grew clearer. This left him feeling somewhat lost. For her, a woman should be faithful to one man, whether physically or emotionally. So when Murong Fu appeared, she chose to leave the Wang family with him, wanting to prove her loyalty in love and force herself to forget Wu Long, telling herself that she loved her cousin.

The wish was beautiful, but reality was cruel. She never imagined that Murong Fu would threaten Wu Long with her life. Hearing that Wu Long was willing to forgo his martial arts for her, this stark contrast made it clear to anyone but the truly foolish that he was the one who truly loved her. Her suppressed emotions finally erupted. Wang Yuyan's gaze towards Wu Long was filled with tenderness. Although Murong Fu had forcefully stopped her from speaking, the meaning expressed in her beautiful eyes was clear: she hoped Wu Long wouldn't do anything foolish.

At that moment, Wu Long understood her gaze. Seeing her undisguised tenderness, he felt immense joy, his previous dissatisfaction vanishing completely. He immediately raised his palm and struck his dantian. To Wang Yuyan's horror and Murong Fu's smugness, Wu Long's bones cracked and popped—a clear sign of his true energy dissipating. All martial arts are based on the dantian, even unique styles like the Beiming technique rely on it. Seeing Wu Long's energy truly dissipate, Murong Fu laughed heartily, saying,

"What a devoted man! Cousin, you are truly blessed."

She then released Wang Yuyan, completely unconcerned by her angry glare, and said:

“Cousin, please don’t take offense. I was forced into this situation. Although the methods were somewhat dishonorable, we eliminated a major threat to Grandma Qiushui and avenged the Murong family. Judging from the tone of Qiao Feng and his son, he framed my father, which is why we were hunted down by them, damaging the Murong family’s reputation of hundreds of years. Today, I will personally kill this villain.”

Such shameless words angered even the usually gentle Wang Yuyan, who exclaimed,

“Murong Fu, you are too shameless!!”

She then ran towards Wu Long, but Murong Fu coldly snorted, flicked his hand, and sent Wang Yuyan flying with a burst of force. Gritting her teeth, she glared at Wu Long and said,

“Prepare to die!” After speaking

, he gently waved his hands forward, and a seemingly ethereal true energy immediately emanated from his palms, completely enveloping Wu Long, who was eight feet away. Wu Long, under the influence of Murong Fu's seemingly ethereal palm energy, couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise. Murong Fu's previous martial arts technique, seemingly ethereal and focused on absorbing and neutralizing the opponent's true energy, was somewhat similar to the Northern Darkness Divine Art. However, Murong Fu's current energy displayed a power and sensation completely different from the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

Under the influence of Murong Fu's seemingly ethereal palm energy, all the air currents within the energy field... The energy surged relentlessly towards Wu Long, the powerful suction making even the steadfast Wu Long feel as if he were about to be pulled off his feet. Startled, he quickly channeled his energy into his legs to stabilize his precarious stance.

Watching the bizarre phenomenon of the raging energy almost lifting him off the ground, Wu Long thought to himself, "What kind of martial art is this? Murong Fu's palm strike must use this method of pulling the enemy off the ground to disrupt their attack rhythm, then strike them down when they're off balance! Hmm!...Alright! I'll use this attack method to shorten the distance between us!" Wu

Long's stance immediately loosened, and he was instantly pulled towards the powerful suction force. The moment his feet left the ground, Wu Long sensed danger. The closer he got to Murong Fu, the stronger the suction became, making him feel as if he were in a raging storm, constantly tumbling and spinning. Forget about attacking Murong Fu; he could barely even pinpoint Murong Fu's location. In his surprise, the extreme ice energy within his body rapidly converged, flowing entirely to his Lingtai acupoint on his back. In an instant, countless transparent hexagonal ice crystals resembling sharp swords condensed all over Wu Long's body—the "Mysterious Ice Body," said to be able to resist all external attacks in the world.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" …A series of powerful impacts rang out. Murong Fu's Hanxu Palm Force instantly shifted from inhalation to exhalation, his iron palm, imbued with the full power of Hanxu Palm Force, striking the ice crystals on Wu Long's back like rain.

The full power of Hanxu Palm Force clashed head-on with the "Mysterious Ice Body" protective ice crystals, yet it couldn't break through the impenetrable ice crystal defense. Instead, sharp ice spikes pierced his palm, causing Murong Fu to let out a painful howl. He exclaimed in disbelief,

"Why? You've clearly dissipated your power!!"

"Hmph! I have indeed dissipated my power, but my divine skill and physique are different from ordinary people. My internal energy isn't in my dantian, but rather spread throughout the black holes of my cells."

Although Murong Fu didn't know what a cellular black hole was, he knew the situation was dire. A flash of killing intent crossed Wu Long's eyes as he coldly said to Murong Fu,

"If your martial arts, Murong Fu's power, is only this much, then this day next year will be your death anniversary!" "After saying this, he lightly tapped his feet, and his figure instantly soared to a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

In mid-air, Wu Long slowly stretched out his arms, and the airflow within a five-zhang radius immediately began to surge rapidly. The night's chill and the moisture in the air mingled, forming an extremely cold current. This current suddenly split into five streams, continuously flowing into Wu Long's five acupoints for gathering qi. This method of circulating qi was truly the extreme cold divine skill that Wu Long had learned from the thousand-year-old ice silkworm. Wu Long's tall figure was now suspended three zhang in the air, and the wind and rain were rapidly rotating around him. This almost divine martial art was something Murong Fu had never witnessed before in his life; now this strange sight was before him. And this person was his mortal enemy; he feared he was going to die here. Damn it, I..." "I won't die here!!"

Thinking this, Murong Fu immediately focused his mind, unleashing the full potential of his body with the extremely domineering Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique. The full power of the Hanxu Palm Technique surged through his body, instantly creating an extremely heavy, invisible aura within a two-zhang radius. Within this aura, countless streams of energy continuously converged into Murong Fu's right palm, and a white ball of energy the size of his palm immediately appeared there. This martial art, which borrows the energy of heaven and earth for its own use, is the unique phenomenon of the Hanxu Palm Technique's transformation into Illusionary Annihilation.

Murong Bo's "Hanxu Palm Technique Illusionary Annihilation," created over twenty years, is a special technique combining the Taoist concept of "Endless Emptiness and Powerlessness" and the Buddhist concept of "The Illusionary Annihilation of All Dharmas." Utilizing the Taoist mental technique of "Shifting Stars and Shifting the Universe," which absorbs the power of others for one's own use, it transforms into the extremely powerful and explosive force of the Illusionary Annihilation Technique. Once the Illusionary Annihilation Palm technique is mastered, all the energy of heaven and earth is under one's control, making it a miraculous martial art that fully utilizes the power of heaven and earth. It is even stronger than the Eighteen Chapters of Subduing Dragon. When the Heavenly Demon Disintegration technique unleashes the full potential of the body, this move is extremely powerful, its might no less than that of Wu Long.

Seeing that Murong Fu below had finally unleashed his highest power, Wu Long no longer hesitated. He gathered his strength in his right palm, and the cold and water vapor in the air immediately converged in his palm. A transparent ice crystal, three feet long and two inches wide, resembling a longsword, immediately appeared in Wu Long's palm. A murderous intent reappeared in Wu Long's eyes. He turned his palm downwards, and the hexagonal transparent ice crystal immediately left his palm and shot towards Murong Fu below. The ice crystal was fast and fierce, and in the blink of an eye, it was already three feet above Murong Fu's head.

Before the fierce attack, Murong Fu struck upwards with his palm without hesitation. "Boom!..." An unprecedented explosion resounded as a sword-shaped ice crystal, faster than lightning and carrying astonishing power, accurately struck Murong Fu's right palm. The Profound Ice Limitless Qi of the "Extreme Cold Skill" and the Illusionary Annihilation Force of the "Void-Containing Palm Power" clashed head-on for the first time.

A highly explosive, transparent energy burst forth from Murong Fu's palm, the powerful force rippled outwards instantly, snapping all trees, large and small, within a three-zhang radius in half. This transparent energy was none other than the destructive true qi of the "Illusionary Annihilation Technique."

As the Illusionary Annihilation Technique's true qi passed, a chilling, bone-chilling current burst forth from Murong Fu's palm once more, freezing the rain in the sky and filling the air with a bone-chilling cold. Murong Fu himself was frozen solid by this cold current.

Half a second later, the ground beneath Murong Fu's feet immediately collapsed, and an incomparably powerful and icy internal force surged forth from his feet. The force spread in all directions, a chilling current swept through, and the flat ground began to ripple like water. The weeds and trees on the ground were instantly uprooted and turned into dust. Even the boulder three zhang away was not spared; under the crushing force, the entire small mound instantly turned into a mass of earth and gravel and collapsed.

After the force subsided, almost the entire surface within a radius of five zhang was leveled. The once lush green grass had long since disappeared, replaced by a layer of bare yellow soil. On this yellow soil, a thick layer of ice had unknowingly formed.

The rain showed no signs of stopping, continuing to pour down. Raindrops the size of soybeans pounded against the frozen ground, melting into countless tiny droplets. Influenced by the cold air, these droplets soon dissolved into streams of icy coldness, disappearing into the downpour…

Having withstood the full force of Wu Long's Extreme Cold Divine Art, Murong Fu's meridians were already shattered, and he died instantly. Had his body not been frozen solid, he would likely have collapsed to the ground long ago. Under the powerful attack of the Extreme Cold Divine Art, which borrowed the might of heaven and earth, the explosive power of Hanxu Palm's Annihilation could only offset about 60% of the Profound Ice Limitless Qi. The remaining 40% or so of the Profound Ice Limitless Qi was almost entirely borne by Murong Fu alone.

The powerful extreme cold Qi drilled into Murong Fu's palm, not only shattering all of his meridians, but also surging out from beneath his feet, destroying all the ground within a five-zhang radius. Looking at the lifeless body of Murong Fu, Wu Long couldn't help but sigh, shaking his head and saying, "Murong Fu! Murong Fu! Your life was truly tragic."

Thinking of Wang Yuyan, who had been knocked away, Wu Long rushed over, picked her up, and found that the aftershocks hadn't affected her; Wang Yuyan had only suffered minor internal injuries, which greatly relieved Wu Long. Wu Long placed his palms, one on top of the other, on the Lingtai acupoint on Wang Yuyan's back. Feeling her smooth, delicate skin through her silk robe, even though Wu Long had just entered a meditative state, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, thinking to himself: What a pity! What a pity, no one knew. However, Wu Long immediately cleared his mind of distractions, focusing his attention and gradually entering a state of selflessness, slowly channeling his inner energy into her, in small, continuous streams.

Part One: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 145: Murong Fu's Death and Yu Yan's Emotional Touch 2.

Wang Yu Yan was in a daze, unaware of her surroundings. She felt alternating chills and fever, and her whole body ached. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and she couldn't open them. With Wu Long's internal energy, Wang Yu Yan slowly awoke. Looking at Wu Long's concerned face, she whispered,

"I'm sorry, Young Master Wu… I…"

Wu Long said,

"Silly girl, what are you apologizing for? Alright, don't speak. Your body is weak; you've been injured and caught in the rain. You're easily susceptible to catching a cold, and it will break my heart."

Hearing Wu Long's tender teasing, Wang Yu Yan's pretty face flushed slightly, but her heart felt sweet. Seeing Murong Fu's lifeless, frozen form, her expression became somewhat somber and complex. She knew that Murong Fu had brought this upon himself, and he couldn't blame Wu Long. But ultimately, thinking of their past relationship, her heart sank. Wu Long picked her up, about to leave, when Wang Yu Yan opened her eyes and said:

“Young Master Wu, death is the end. Regardless of how my cousin lived, I don’t want to see his body lying in the wilderness after he dies. Can you bury them?”

Wu Long knew she was kind-hearted and nodded,

“Alright, but will you still call me Young Master Wu?”

Wang Yuyan was taken aback, then said in an almost inaudible voice,

“Wu Lang.”

Wu Long smiled with delight, burying the bodies of Murong Fu and the others in a six-meter-deep pit, leaving behind a small, solitary hill. Murong Fu’s life was a tragedy. The Murong Fu of the book, a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old, dressed in a light yellow robe, with a long sword at his waist, appearing graceful and elegant, was clearly insane from the moment he appeared. Dreams can make or break a person. Clearly, Murong Fu was a failure destroyed by his dreams; he had no self in his life, a truly pitiful and tragic figure.

Ignoring the stares of others, Wu Long carried Wang Yuyan towards Luoyang. His gaze swept across the city gates before suddenly turning back to three figures among the crowd preparing to enter. These three—a Taoist, a laywoman, and a woman—traveled together, a combination that seemed odd and drew attention. He had noticed them briefly, then turned back for a closer look. After a few careful glances, a thought struck him, and he secretly guessed their identities, a surge of joy rising within him.

In the original novel, besides Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan, and Duan Yu, there were other participants in the "Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering" of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands: the Flood Dragon King Buping Daoist, the Sword God Zhuo Bufan, and the Hibiscus Fairy Cui Lühua. All three were considered first-rate martial arts masters, especially the Sword God Zhuo Bufan, who had even cultivated a sword aura—truly formidable. With a burst of true energy, the sword could spontaneously grow a seven- or eight-inch-long sword beam, formed by the force of internal energy. It was incredibly powerful, capable of slicing through gold and jade, and cutting through iron like mud. However, these three figures didn't appear much in the book, especially the Flood Dragon King, Bu Ping Dao Ren, who only appeared two or three times before being killed by Wu Long with a pine cone while pursuing Wu Long and Tong Lao.

He now suspected that the three he had noticed were the Flood Dragon King, Bu Ping Dao Ren, the Sword God Zhuo Bufan, and the Hibiscus Fairy Cui Lühua. These three would also be attending the "Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering," so he immediately overturned his previous decision and followed them into Luoyang City. After entering Luoyang, the three found an inn to stay at. Wu Long also stayed at the same inn, and during lunch, he overheard their conversation and finally confirmed that these three were indeed the three he had suspected. They were indeed the Flood Dragon King, Bu Ping Dao Ren, the Sword God Zhuo Bufan, and the Hibiscus Fairy Cui Lühua. Having confirmed this, he was certain. He secretly made up his mind to follow the three men, who would lead the way to the "Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering."

After lunch, Daoist Buping and Zhuo Bufan returned to their rooms to rest and meditate. However, the Hibiscus Fairy, Cui Lühua, being a woman, naturally wanted to explore the bustling city of Luoyang. After lunch, Wu Long, like Daoist Buping and Zhuo Bufan, stayed at the inn. At dinner, as Wu Long had predicted, Wang Yuyan, being physically weak, was exhausted from her injuries and being caught in the rain, coupled with the events involving Murong Fu. Although Wu Long used his internal energy to nourish her body, internal energy was not omnipotent, and she still caught a cold and developed a fever. Just as Wu Long was getting anxious, Doctor Xue and Su Xinghe arrived in Luoyang and found him. Under Doctor Xue's medical skills, a special medicine was quickly prepared and given to Wang Yuyan. Wu Long was also instructed to prepare a wooden tub for her to be placed inside.

According to Doctor Xue, the so-called "wind-cold" was actually a type of cold toxin that could be expelled with internal energy, far more effective than medication, and without any side effects. After completing this procedure, Doctor Xue tactfully left the room, so Wu Long decided to give it a try. Following the internal energy circulation path of his daily practice of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, Wu Long controlled his subtle internal energy, circulating it along the twelve meridians within Wang Yuyan's body. This was Wu Long's first time doing something like this, and he was somewhat overwhelmed. Furthermore, fearing to harm Wang Yuyan's body, he carefully and slowly controlled the flow of his internal energy within her body. More than half an hour passed, and he hadn't noticed anything amiss.

Seeing that he hadn't found anything in the twelve meridians, Wu Long then tried circulating it along the eight extraordinary meridians. However, he forgot that Wang Yuyan's eight extraordinary meridians weren't fully open, especially the Ren and Du meridians, which were still completely blocked. Just then, a faint, icy aura flowed from the partially blocked meridians, immediately blocked upon encountering Wu Long's internal energy. Wu Long shuddered, sensing the chill; this must be the so-called cold poison. He then channeled his internal energy to completely block the aura, gradually forcing it forward. Slowly, through his efforts and careful control, he finally forced that wisp of aura to gather in a meridian near the Ren and Du meridians.

However, Wu Long now faced a dilemma. How could he expel it? Unbeknownst to him, Wang Yuyan was burning hot, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. Wu Long tried to draw out the icy aura, channeling his inner energy to pull it outwards. Unfortunately, the aura only reached the junction of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians and the Twelve Regular Meridians before stopping. He tried several more times, but each time the result was the same: the strange, icy aura barely made it to the junction of the Twelve Regular Meridians and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians before refusing to move any further, as if the outside world was a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, refusing to cross that line.

Wu Long thought helplessly: "Do I really have to open up Wang Yuyan's Ren and Du meridians to force you out?" He had never had any experience with this before and really didn't know what to do. Helpless, he could only force his inner energy in little by little, forcing the aura into that corner. Then he slowly transferred his own inner energy there.

Only when he felt he could no longer transfer inner energy into Wang Yuyan's body did he stop. Unfortunately, he dared not do anything more. He was genuinely afraid that if he rashly opened up Wang Yuyan's Ren and Du meridians, he might damage her meridians, perhaps even severing them completely, leaving her crippled or even dead.

This matter could be a big deal or a small one. If luck was on his side, he might succeed immediately, not only expelling the cold aura but also helping Wang Yuyan open her Ren and Du meridians. This would make any future internal energy cultivation much easier. But what if things went wrong? Wu Long hesitated for a long time, not daring to act rashly.

Just then, through her clothes, Wu Long suddenly felt Wang Yuyan's body growing hotter and hotter, and the icy aura he had suppressed gradually became active, repeatedly attacking Wu Long's internal energy, trying to break through his barrier and escape. Wu Long knew this was a crucial moment; he couldn't afford to think too much or hesitate any longer. He took a deep breath, gathering his strength, waiting for the aura to attack again.

Sure enough, the aura attacked again. Wu Long didn't react. The instant the aura failed to break through and its force dissipated, Wu Long suddenly exerted his strength, his internal energy surging out, heading straight for his Ren and Du meridians. Wu Long's mind was blank; his last thought was: life or death, success or failure hinges on this. Before the breath could even react, it was forced together by Wu Long's internal force, compressed and directed towards the Ren and Du meridians.

Perhaps by divine intervention, the blockage in Wang Yuyan's Ren and Du meridians wasn't as solid as others'; the force immediately pierced through it. His internal force, compressing the icy breath, broke through the obstruction, instantly flowing through the Ren and Du meridians and heading towards the twelve regular meridians.

Wu Long was overjoyed to have succeeded in this one battle, but suddenly felt his internal force spiraling out of control, uncontrollably coursing through Wang Yuyan's meridians. He was terrified and quickly tried to withdraw his internal force. Unfortunately, it was too late. At this moment, because it had traveled throughout Wang Yuyan's body, his internal force had already mixed with the strange icy breath. When Wu Long abruptly withdrew his internal force, a small portion of the icy breath mixed in was absorbed by him.

Seeing that he had successfully withdrawn his internal energy, Wu Long didn't have time to worry about anything amiss with it. He circulated his internal energy again, intending to transfer it to Wang Yuyan once more to expel the cold wind. Meanwhile, Wang Yuyan's body was burning hot, her breathing rapid and labored, her cheeks flushed crimson, almost dripping blood. Fine beads of sweat slid down her forehead, dripping onto the water's surface. The water in the wooden tub was gradually heating up, emitting steam that filled the room.

Wu Long had opened her Ren and Du meridians, and then his internal energy, carrying the icy chill, circulated throughout her body, gradually waking her. Unfortunately, her mind was not clear. She opened her eyes blankly, looking at the swirling mist around her, thinking she was still dreaming, yet a strange longing welled up within her—a longing for something she had never felt before. Her breathing became even more rapid, feeling unbearably hot all over. Coupled with her already shaky mind, she tried to take off her clothes, completely unaware that she was still in the water.

She slowly unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her fair, delicate shoulders and firm breasts. A picture of swallows playing in spring was embroidered on her red bodice, most of which was soaking in hot water, further enhancing the allure. As she pulled her clothes back, she felt something pressing down on them and reached out to touch it, her hand brushing against Wu Long's arm.

Both of them shuddered. Although it was strange that Wang Yuyan's medicine, prepared by Doctor Xue, combined with his own efforts to expel the cold, would make her act as if she had taken an aphrodisiac, Wu Long was currently struggling between reason and desire. Because he had never practiced abstinence, his desire was growing rapidly, and his reason was gradually losing ground. Just then, Wang Yuyan's hot, jade-like hand touched his arm; its smoothness and warmth sent a shiver through him, and his desire suddenly surged, immediately overpowering his reason.

Wang Yuyan, mistaking him for her cousin behind her, was overcome with passion. She grabbed Wu Long's arm, turned around, and murmured, "Wu Lang, take me!"

Her voice was alluring, innocent, and irresistibly seductive. Wu Long understood, his desire intensifying. He reached out and swept Wang Yuyan up in his arms, leaping out of the tub with a splash. Ignoring his soaking wet state, he placed her on the bed and quickly removed his own clothes. With a last shred of reason remaining, he thankfully remembered to lower the mosquito net before climbing into bed.

Wang Yuyan was completely lost in her dream. She felt a hand strip her naked, the cold hand caressing her body—a body she usually avoided even glancing at—until it finally untied her bodice. With one hand, he lifted her shapely buttocks and placed a silk towel underneath.

Wu Long immediately lowered his head to kiss Wang Yuyan's forehead, cheeks, nose, and neck, finally gently placing his kiss on her luscious red lips. Wang Yuyan struggled as if electrocuted, but soon she stretched out her smooth, alabaster arms to tightly encircle Wu Long's neck, passionately responding to his kiss.

Wu Long's actions were not only wild but also aggressive. Besides his tongue constantly probing into Wang Yuyan's mouth, his hands were also caressing her back, moving down her smooth back to her buttocks. This drove Wang Yuyan, who had never experienced anything like this before, almost mad. Her body burned, and she couldn't help but let out intermittent moans and gasps, her hands tightly wrapped around Wu Long's neck.

Wang Yuyan's intense reaction fueled Wu Long's burning desire even more fiercely. His left hand pressed tightly against her buttocks, while his right hand slowly moved from behind to her chest. His hot, enchanting hand gently caressed her untouched, forbidden territory. Startled

by Wu Long's intrusive touch, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but moan, clinging even tighter to him, her body writhing in agony. As she writhed frantically, Wu Long's right hand quietly unbuttoned her blouse, and his hand, igniting her passion, slipped under her neck and into her bra, gently caressing her soft, high breasts.

Chapter 146 of the Fallen Dragon World: Ecstasy

1 Wang Yuyan let out a seductive moan as if electrocuted, then pressed her body tightly against Wu Long. Wu

Long

kissed Wang Yuyan passionately again, his left hand gently moving from her hip to her shoulder. Just as Wang Yuyan was lost in a daze and out of control, he unknowingly removed her blue outer garment, revealing her close-fitting white underwear. Under the moonlight, Wang Yuyan's delicate, smooth breasts were faintly visible.

Upon seeing this, Wu Long's face immediately lit up with excitement. He immediately cupped Wang Yuyan's hips with both hands, tightly pulling her legs to his waist, and lowered his head to kiss her breasts through her underwear. Wang Yuyan felt as if struck by lightning, instantly losing her senses and forgetting herself, she began to moan wildly.

With a soft moan, Wu Long once again lowered his head and passionately kissed Wang Yuyan without warning. Wang Yuyan's fragrant lips were once again attacked by his sudden kiss; she only symbolically shifted her body, her delicate hands first caressing Wu Long's strong, smooth chest muscles, then passionately wrapping her arms tightly around him. Wu Long flipped her over, pinning Wang Yuyan beneath him, deliberately placing his right leg between her legs, preventing them from closing, and lightly rubbing his knee against her nipples to arouse her desire. Wu Long's right hand unceremoniously grasped Wang Yuyan's untouched breasts, wantonly kneading and caressing them, his index and middle fingers lightly pinching her tender nipples.

Wang Yuyan, being a virgin, had no resistance to Wu Long's assault; her body burned, and she trembled slightly, clearly her desire had been fully ignited by Wu Long. Finally, their lips parted, Wang Yuyan's cheeks flushed crimson, even her ears burning red. Wu Long continued his advances, kissing her forehead, cheeks, beautiful eyes, and delicate neck. Finally, he kissed the back of her ear, breathing softly into it, "Yu Yan, tonight I'm going to make you my woman, to make you feel like you're in heaven, unable to stop."

Below her milky-white neck were smooth, rounded shoulders and arms; her breasts stood proudly, like solidified cream; her waist was slender enough to be encircled by a hand; her lower abdomen held a tempting little jade bean; her full, rounded buttocks were slightly upturned; and her snow-white, rounded legs appeared long and slender. Seeing Wang Yuyan, who was already incredibly passionate, suddenly become shy, Wu Long did not make a move. Instead, his gaze lingered on Wang Yuyan's flawless body. His gaze was as tangible as a physical object, lightly sweeping over Wang Yuyan's exquisitely crafted body. Her spring-like eyebrows, her white jade-like skin, her firm breasts, her blooming nipples, her long, smooth legs, and the faint, moist, dark glint between her slightly crossed legs—none of it escaped his eyes.

She tilted her head back, her breath sweet as orchids, and Wu Long, without hesitation, covered her soft, fragrant lips with his own. Their tongues intertwined gently, each greedily sucking the other's sweet saliva. Wu Long's head couldn't resist moving downwards, finding her snow-white, round breasts, and taking turns sucking the two luscious cherries into his mouth. Wang Yuyan's two breasts were truly natural, smooth and lustrous, like two crystal bowls inverted on her fair breasts, pure and firm.

Wu Long used his tongue to explore her smooth cleavage, then spiraled upwards, sucking on her tender breasts, finally nibbling at her pink cherries and luscious nipples with his teeth. With his other hand, he almost roughly placed his hand on her other breast, kneading and teasing it. This brought Wang Yuyan to a blissful groan, tinged with pain.

Wang Yuyan's breasts perfectly embodied the plumpness and delicacy of a maiden, offering Wu Long an incredibly soft and bouncy feel. As soon as Wu Long pressed his hand against her breasts, his fingers sank deep into the warm, soft jade, feeling its tight, smooth texture. A slight release was immediately met with a springy pull. The bright red nipples at the tips of Wang Yuyan's breasts, moistened by Wu Long's gentle nibbling and licking, became even more erect and rosy, glistening and radiant. Reluctantly, he gently released the fragrant, delicious nipples from his mouth. The small, pale pink areolas surrounding the round, cherry-red nipples gradually enlarged and brightened, the areolas clustered around the pearl-like nipples like stars surrounding the moon, making one want to devour them whole! Such a magnificent sight was endlessly fascinating to Wu Long, who could never tire of looking at or touching them. Thus, Wu Long once again extended his "Lushan's claws," continuing to roam over her sacred breasts.

Wu Long's hands vigorously kneaded Wang Yuyan's soft, jade-like skin, while his mouth incessantly sucked on her high, full, and supple breasts. At the same time, his nimble tongue, like a snake, licked the two delicate, alluring red nipples atop her peaks, occasionally nibbling them gently with his teeth. This caused Wang Yuyan, already lost in passion and completely powerless to resist, to tremble and spasm in her sensitive body.

Under Wu Long's relentless caresses and teasing, Wang Yuyan's breasts gradually became firmer and slightly warmer, making them appear even more full, delicate, and strikingly red! Her tender, luscious red nipples also gradually swelled and hardened under Wu Long's kneading, full of signs of a maiden's burgeoning desire. Wu Long couldn't resist burying his head in her high, firm breasts, his mouth and nose filled with her clean, warm fragrance!

Wu Long's hands, unwilling to rest, continued their downward exploration; from Wang Yuyan's full breasts, they moved down to her slender, smooth waist, lingering there for a long time before moving forward to gently caress her abdomen. Her flat stomach was firm and smooth, and her round, adorable navel captivated Wu Long's fingers, who couldn't help but tease and play with it.

Wu Long continued his caressing down along Wang Yuyan's lovely navel, his fingers unknowingly sinking into a deep, dark patch of grass. The soft, delicate grass hung in a triangle between her long, white legs, above the pink, tender crevice of her vulva. Her lush grass was already glistening with the clear fluids of her vaginal opening, reflecting off her fair thighs and pink vulva, radiating a bright glow, further enhancing the mysterious sensuality and alluring fragrance of her vulva.

Wu Long gently parted Wang Yuyan's dark pubic hair, exploring its depths. Her pink slit swelled slightly under his touch, her entire vulva swelling and opening wide, overflowing with nectar and revealing a vibrant, moist pearl, alluring and rosy. Wu Long's fingers lightly tugged at her soft pubic hair, his palm caressing and pressing against her soft pubic bone. Because of the delicate pubic hair covering it, it wasn't prominent, appearing sensual and full.

As Wu Long kneaded Wang Yuyan's soft, moist pubic bone, her entire vulva swayed and writhed with his movements, the pearl swelling even more, standing erect amidst the overflowing spring waters, displaying boundless allure! The shy, innocent maiden could no longer resist the surging pleasure, moaning softly from her small, rosy lips. Wu Long couldn't help but reach out his fingers, gently touching and teasing the delicate, pink pearl, fully experiencing its smooth, moist texture.

Wang Yuyan's enchanting moans further fueled Wu Long's excitement. Wu Long's fingers wandered around, touching a plump jade stream that trembled and throbbed, sucking at his invading fingers. He traced the crevice downwards; her pink cleft was thin and long, with spring water flowing continuously within, running down her slender legs, covering the smooth, white skin on both sides of her thighs. The entire valley was filled with the stream, so her entire body emitted a fragrant and intoxicating odor…!

Wu Long's erect member pressed against the two oily, pink petals amidst the thick, dark bush below her abdomen. She held onto Wu Long's shoulder with one hand, lifting one soft, boneless jade leg to wrap around Wu Long's waist, her wet crotch spread wide, making him want to spit fire. Wang Yuyan guided Wu Long's hard, egg-thick penis, slipping into her petals while it was wet with her nectar. Wu Long took a deep breath, suppressing his surging desire, and touched his swollen, purplish-red penis to her already oily and wet petals. The glans of his penis rubbed up and down along the gap between the two tender pink petals, and a drop of clear, thick semen overflowed from the pink and red fluid. At this moment, Wu Long's penis, taking advantage of the slippery and greasy fluid, spread open Wang Yuyan's tender pink petals and thrust inside. He felt his swollen penis being tightly wrapped by a layer of soft flesh.

The last shred of reason that remained in Wu Long's mind kept reminding him that this was Wang Yuyan's first time, and he had to be gentle, he had to be gentle. Therefore, even though he wanted to enter her immediately, he tried his best to restrain himself, gently stroking Wang Yuyan's body inch by inch, while his other hand slowly parted her legs. He pressed his already swollen and hardened member against her petals.

He whispered, "Yanmei, I'm here!" and gently kissed her, savoring the taste of her delicate tongue. His head carefully parted the petals, then suddenly, with a thrust of his hips, he squeezed in.

When he reached the last line of defense, Wu Long stopped, took a deep breath, and with a sudden thrust, accompanied by Wang Yuyan's cry of pain, Wu Long sounded the charge.

...

"Plop!"

A sound of lubrication breaking through the virgin's red!

Wu Long's buttocks thrust forcefully, breaking through the layers of veils, completely plunging into Wang Yuyan's body, reaching all the way in.

"Ahhh!"

Wang Yuyan screamed in agony, her muscles tensing, tears streaming down her face, her legs hooking around Wu Long's waist, preventing him from moving his member.

For a long time...

After the pain of losing her virginity subsided, Wang Yuyan's desire was fully ignited. Her eyes, brimming with lust, seemed to electrify, casting layers of seductive nets that tightly bound Wu Long. Her chest heaved rapidly, her eyes sparkling, her alluring charm captivating. Add to this her snow-white body writhing around Wu Long, and her impatient whisper in his ear, "Husband, I feel so good!"

Wu Long was overjoyed. He had endured for so long, his body already throbbing and aching. If not for the fact that Wang Yuyan was a virgin and he couldn't force himself on her, he would have already ridden her away and made his move. Now, hearing Wang Yuyan's consent, he no longer hesitated. He thrust forward, parting her incredibly alluring, snow-white legs that shone with a warm, jade-like glow, and charged forward with all his might. Suddenly, **flew up, the soothing sound of water, coupled with Wang Yuyan's moans of pleasure, created a visual and auditory feast of spring that surged like waves, almost drowning Wu Long.

Under Wu Long's skillful kneading, Wang Yuyan was driven to the brink of losing control. She had long since abandoned all restraint, her snowy buttocks swaying wildly. Urged on by Wu Long, her hair flew wildly, beads of sweat rolled down her face, and her expression was one of intense, unyielding passion. Her starry eyes were half-open, half-closed, their alluring gazes like a raging fire. Her eyes were seductive, her face beautiful, and her fiery red lips were so inviting, making one want to pluck them.

Wang Yuyan's jade-like body writhed and responded to Wu Long's ministrations, her red lips parting and her moans incessant, her breath coming in gasps, her firm breasts bouncing. Her delicate, jade-like skin seemed to drip with moisture, shimmering with a soft, snowy glow, so smooth, white, and translucent. Seeing Wang Yuyan's blushing face and shy, tender gaze, her snow-white body naked, like a shy, pure, and lovely orchid in a secluded valley, Wu Long's penis involuntarily thrust forward again. Wu Long pressed Wang Yuyan down, tightly holding this exquisitely beautiful woman's naked, soft, and snow-white body beneath him. He parted Wang Yuyan's long, smooth, and beautiful legs, pressing his lower body down... He once again deeply entered Wang Yuyan's tight and deep body.

Seeing Wang Yuyan's blushing face and shy, tender gaze, her snow-white body naked, like a shy, pure, and lovely orchid in a secluded valley, Wu Long's penis involuntarily thrust forward again. Wu Long pinned Wang Yuyan down, pressing her naked, soft, and snow-white body tightly beneath him. He parted her long, smooth, and beautiful legs, pressing his lower body down... He thrust deeply into her tight, secluded body.

His penis, fully inserted into her moist, writhing walls, rubbed and clenched against her tender, moist flower-like opening. Wang Yuyan's stunningly beautiful eyes were half-closed, her long, slightly upturned eyelashes trembling gently. A slight sheen of sweat glistened on her Venus-like nose, her nostrils flaring, and her beautifully curved lips parted slightly as she breathed softly. A delicate fragrance, like the scent of orchids, wafted across Wu Long's face like a spring breeze.

Wu Long's already pounding heart was further agitated by her desire, causing his blood to boil. His groin swelled with blood, and his purplish-red glans stretched the pink petals of her pubic mound, which were brimming with desire, until they glistened.

The intense stimulation caused Wang Yuyan to moan and pant softly, her slender waist swaying slightly involuntarily, a mixture of welcome and resistance. Her tender petals trembled and opened, as if sucking on the tip of Wu Long's glans. The sensitive ridges of the glans were gently bitten and pinched by her pink petals. In addition, Wu Long's thighs pressed tightly against the base of her snow-white, jade-like thighs, the smooth and rounded skin providing a soothing sensation that made Wu Long's pores open in pleasure.

In Chapter 147 of the first part of the Fallen Dragon World, "Ecstasy 2,"

after Wang Yuyan's pain from losing her virginity subsided, her desire was fully ignited. Her eyes, brimming with lust, seemed to electrify, casting layers of seductive nets that tightly bound Wu Long. Her chest heaved rapidly, her eyes sparkling, her alluring charm captivating. Coupled with her snow-white body writhing around Wu Long, Wang Yuyan bit Wu Long's ear, breathing hot air into it, saying, "Wu Lang, I feel so good!"

Wu Long was overjoyed. He had endured for so long, his body already throbbing and aching. If it weren't for the fact that Wang Yuyan was a virgin and he couldn't force himself on her, he would have already ridden off on horseback and wreaked havoc. Now, hearing Wang Yuyan's consent, he no longer held back. He thrust forward, parting Wang Yuyan's incredibly alluring, snow-white legs that shone with a warm, jade-like glow, and sprinted with all his might. Suddenly, **a sensation** arose, the soothing sound of water mingling with Wang Yuyan's moans of pleasure. This sensual feast for the eyes and ears surged like waves, almost overwhelming Wu Long.

Under Wu Long's skillful kneading, Wang Yuyan could hardly control herself. She had long since abandoned her reserve, her snowy buttocks twisting and turning. Urged on by Wu Long, her hair flew wildly, beads of sweat rolled down her face, and her expression was one of intense, unyielding passion. Her starry eyes were half-open, half-closed, their alluring gaze flowing like a raging fire. Her eyes were alluring, her face beautiful, and her fiery red lips were so tempting, making one want to pluck them.

Wang Yuyan's jade-like body writhed and responded to Wu Long's thrusts, her red lips parting and her moans incessant, her breath coming in gasps, her firm, bouncy breasts bouncing. Her delicate skin, like jade, seemed to drip with water, shimmering with a soft, snowy glow, so smooth, white, and translucent.

"Ah!! I've lost it!" Wang Yuyan screamed, her body surging with intense pleasure!

Wu Longzha excitedly said, "Yuyan, my darling, hold on, I'm not done yet!"

"I can't take it anymore!" Wang Yuyan shook her head helplessly, letting Wu Longzha thrust wildly into her.

After a long while, Wu Longzha let out a groan, his bones went limp, his seminal gate trembled, and his semen gushed out.

"Ah!!!" Wang Yuyan climaxed once more...

Yin and Yang intertwined, man and woman united, both reaching the highest realm of desire, a union of spirit and lust... The next day, when Wu Long awoke, he found his arms empty. Looking up, he saw that Wang Yuyan had already woken up before him, hurriedly dressing. Seeing him awake, their eyes met, and Wang Yuyan's face flushed crimson. Wu Long leaped forward, the red curtains billowing, pressing his entire body against hers, nose to nose. Before she could react, he immediately pulled back the covers, sat up, and parted Wang Yuyan's snow-white, tender legs. His hands slowly and forcefully kneaded her most sensitive spots. Wang Yuyan immediately moaned, languid and weak, her soft, boneless skin glowing red. Her round buttocks involuntarily thrust in response, her shy and delicate appearance captivating Wu Long.

He grasped the beauty's slender feet: instantly, a pair of clean, beautiful, and soft fragrant feet were displayed before Wu Long's eyes. The pink soles gleamed with a smooth, glossy sheen. Five slender toes were neatly clustered together, slightly tapering inwards to form a charmingly shallow depression in the center of the sole. The fine, soft gaps between the toes, formed by the contraction of the five rosy, tender toe pads, created four gently curving, graceful red lines.

The delicate, pale pink flesh of the toes resembled tender flower buds, ready to bloom, exquisitely beautiful. Smooth, rounded ankles; fair, translucent insteps; silky, soft insteps—all combined to form a pair of perfectly formed, naturally beautiful feet. The subtle veins on the delicate skin of the woman's instep shone brightly in Wu Long's eyes. The pink, smooth soles appeared exceptionally supple, the clean toe pads and the skin on the soles even more alluring; five jade-like toes nestled neatly between the fragrant gaps, making one long to cup them in one's hands and kiss their delicate beauty.

A pale white crescent moon was faintly visible; the jade-like shell nails were delicate and light, slightly raised and straight. The rounded toes resembled five curled-up rabbits, seemingly flustered yet joyful; possessing a shy and timid charm; the soft, white, and rosy soles were like supple silk, the gracefully curved arches like dimples; the jade-like, pink heels were rosy and textured, evoking tenderness and affection, making one reluctant to let go.

Wu Long couldn't help but reach out his hands, gently caressing and stroking the beauty's fragrant feet and toes, feeling the warm, fragrant touch—indescribably wonderful. Wu Long bent down, simultaneously lifting one of the beautiful woman's feet slightly, rubbing his face against her toes and instep; the smooth, slightly cool skin aroused his desire.

Wu Long gently extended his tongue to lick and kiss Wang Yuyan's toes, then held each glistening toe in his mouth and gently sucked... Gradually, his tongue followed the beautiful, slightly curved arch of the stunning woman's foot, licking down to her smooth, jade-like ankle, then continuing to kiss upwards, finally stopping at Wang Yuyan's fair and moist calves. At the same time, his free hands grasped Wang Yuyan's soft, fragrant feet, slowly parting her long, shapely legs slightly to the sides.

Wu Long's lips began to travel down from Wang Yuyan's smooth forehead, passing over her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her cheeks. Seeing Wang Yuyan's alluring appearance with her robe half undone, Wu Long couldn't help but feel a surge of passion and desire, his previously calm breathing becoming rapid and heavy. Unable to contain his burgeoning male desire any longer, Wu Long gently embraced the beautiful woman's blushing, fiery head, slowly lifting her upper body and gently removing her barely-there shirt and skirt from Wang Yuyan's snow-white, exquisitely beautiful, and soft body... As the thin garment finally drifted down from Wang Yuyan's slender, fair fingers, the beautiful and pure orchid in the secluded valley, the stunningly beautiful jade-like woman, once again revealed her breathtakingly beautiful, snow-white body. Wang Yuyan was only wearing a bra and underwear.

At this moment, the stunningly beautiful woman, her voluptuous and exquisite body perfectly proportioned beneath a thin undergarment, lay in a spring-like pose, the slightly open undergarment revealing glimpses of her delicate skin as she turned, making it appear even more like smooth, creamy jade. The thin undergarment could not conceal Wu Long's sharp, piercing gaze. Wang Yuyan's fair skin, like a piece of crystal-clear white jade, her slender waist as supple as a willow branch, and her long, shapely legs were enough to make one's heart flutter.

With Wang Yuyan's even yet slightly rapid breathing, her two snow-white breasts traced elegant, dynamic curves in the air, possessing an alluring charm that could tempt even the most virtuous man. The tight, thin undergarment further accentuated the unparalleled height of her breasts, making them seem as if they were about to burst forth.

"Yu Yan, I'm giving you a choice: will you touch your own breasts, or will I help you?"

Wu Long leered at Wang Yu Yan. Beneath her fair and delicate shoulders, her high, rounded breasts stood out prominently. Against the backdrop of white skin, the two alluring rosy nipples on her chest were breathtakingly beautiful. The magnificent peaks, paired with her round and pert buttocks, created a stunningly beautiful figure. Her long, straight legs and the mysterious dark forest and cleavage that could be vaguely seen through her panties made her an absolute stunner.

Her ivory-smooth, white skin was clearly visible, and her exquisite curves were fully exposed. Wu Long was astonished by her half-naked beauty: "Truly stunning!" Through the inside of her bra, he could see the curves of her breasts and the faint cleavage hidden behind it. Her white, high-cut panties were so sheer that Wu Long could almost see her slightly raised mons pubis and glossy black hair. Her

fair skin, the two prominent breasts beneath the bra, the smooth and beautiful lines, and the two tender, tempting nipples pressing against the bra, all presented the fullness of a young girl. The raised mons pubis and glossy black hair beneath the panties—these were the most private and precious parts of a woman's body. This was simply the epitome of beauty! Wu Long's bloodshot eyes stared unrestrainedly at Wang Yuyan's snow-white, half-naked, exquisitely curvaceous body.

Most of her well-proportioned and beautiful body was already exposed. The bra and panties clung tightly to her equally high breasts and pert buttocks, which was even more arousing than if she were completely naked. The soft, curvaceous lines unconsciously exuded allure and sensuality. Her fair, dazzling skin was displayed before me, revealing both Wang Yuyan's girlish shyness and the captivating charm of a mature woman. Wu Long placed Wang Yuyan's jade-like hand on her own breasts. At this moment, she was tilting her head back slightly, letting her dark hair slide across her bare shoulders and then fall smoothly down her back. Looking at her full, jade-like breasts, which were exquisitely protruding, a blush flashed through her previously dazed mind. Wang Yuyan's fingers touched the breasts she had never touched before, and she felt an electric shock-like tingling sensation. She felt a surge of unprecedented pleasure overwhelm her as her fingers continued to wander over her breasts. She could no longer restrain herself. Wang Yuyan's jade-like hand lingered over her breasts for a long time through the thin undergarment, her fingers caressing the entire breast and nipple, feeling them grow and protrude in her palm.

Wang Yuyan was also filled with wildly growing lust. Her jade-like hands roamed back and forth, each time lingering on her breasts and nipples, gently pinching and kneading them. But this was not enough to satisfy her burning desire. At the same time, she opened her eyes, which had been filled with ecstasy. Wu Long placed Wang Yuyan's left hand on her lower abdomen, her small hand sliding inside her panties, carefully and gently exploring downwards, towards her sensitive and previously unexplored, even untouched, mysterious area. What a place it was! Even when bathing, she was careful not to touch it. Occasionally, her fingers would accidentally brush against it, causing a slight tremor but mostly shyness! But now, the pleasure brought by gently caressing it overwhelmed her entire being like a tidal wave.

Her right hand then caressed her firm, erect breasts, gradually causing the slightly hardened nipples to press against the indentation of his palm. A series of swirling caresses instantly made Wang Yuyan's body go weak, and she was overcome with shyness. Wu Long quickened his pace in conquering the beautiful woman's body. His hand slid down, past her round, flat stomach, and directly grasped Wang Yuyan's long, smooth, snow-white, and rounded legs. He gently and forcefully spread them apart. Wang Yuyan, already burning with desire, was forced into this semi-forced attack. Unable to resist, she could only shyly cooperate with Wu Long's actions and consciously part her tightly closed legs. Letting Wu Long do as he pleased, Wang Yuyan obediently raised her buttocks, allowing Wu Long to remove her panties. Wu Long gazed at the naked Wang Yuyan, her elastic breasts trembling proudly.

Her exquisite curves, flat stomach, and naked body were all on display, with a slender jade groove between her legs and two pink labia majora. Two round, full breasts trembled incessantly with Wang Yuyan's soft panting. Her slender waist, so delicate it could be grasped in one hand, twisted and swayed as if about to break. A patch of dark, thick growth between her jade-like buttocks made her two slightly closed, pinkish-white labia appear and disappear. Thus, Wang Yuyan's exquisitely sculpted, crystal-clear, snow-white body lay naked before Wu Long's eyes. Her smooth, jade-like skin and bones, her trembling, proudly erect, snow-white breasts, her slender, soft waist that could be grasped in one hand, her smooth, snow-white, beautiful abdomen, and her graceful, long, snow-white legs—every part of her was beautiful, every part of her was tempting to commit a sin.

Especially striking were Wang Yuyan's two proudly erect "saintly peaks," their delicate nipples adorned with small, exquisite, and beautiful grape-like rosy buds, radiating a captivating glow. These, combined with the surrounding alluring pink areolas, resembled two tender, shyly blossoming buds, swaying gently and demurely gazing at his lecherous, predatory gaze. Wu Long's hand

moved across her smooth, soft abdomen, slipping into the soft, dark pubic hair. His fingers lewdly caressed the delicate, slightly curled pubic hair. When Wu Long's lips touched her cherry-like mouth, the intense heat within Wang Yuyan finally erupted, her defenses crumbling completely. She responded with gasps, utterly lost in the moment.

"Ah..." Wang Yuyan moaned softly, her body flushed pink from the teasing. Waves of unbearable heat rose within her, making her feel overwhelmed by desire. Their lips were pressed tightly together, Wu Long's clumsy tongue sucking and teasing inside her mouth, tasting the sweet nectar.

"Wu Lang, you're so naughty."

Wu Long's hands gradually moved down, each hand cupping a breast and tasting them. He buried his head in Wang Yuyan's valley, inhaling the alluring scent of her breasts, occasionally grinding his lips together, eliciting soft moans from Wang Yuyan. Wu Long's hands then explored between Yuyan's legs, causing her to gasp and gasp, further enhancing the erotic atmosphere. Ignoring her resistance, Wu Long pressed his fingers firmly into Yuyan's body, squeezing his legs between hers, which were pressed together in resistance, making Yuyan's private parts completely exposed beneath him.

Wu Long's tongue traveled downwards, lingering briefly on Wang Yuyan's delicate navel before sliding down to her lower abdomen, teasing her petals and gently rubbing them with his teeth, enticing her to release the passion and desire within her.

"Ah...ah..." Wang Yuyan moaned softly, biting her lower lip, trying to control herself from succumbing to desire. Between her legs, he inhaled the fragrant scent, his fingers gently caressing the crevice, feeling the warmth and moisture of her peach garden. He parted the pink opening, revealing the intricate, fragrant path.

"Oh..." Yuyan's voice was a mixture of moaning and sobbing, her hands pressing firmly against Wu Long's head, her lower body writhing. Wu Long winced in pain, thrusting his hips forward, and with a "plop," he was inside her again.

"Ah!" Wang Yuyan felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, crying out. Wu Long laughed and said, "Do you like it? I'll let you try other flavors later!" Before Wang Yuyan could answer, he suddenly started shaking his buttocks, his large member rolling in like waves, one after another, thrusting firmly and accurately, hitting her delicate vulva. Wang Yuyan couldn't withstand this unexpected move; her cherry lips panted and cried out in pleasure!

Wu Long's hips suddenly accelerated, fast and fierce, like a storm ravaging a flower bud, pressing down on a crabapple tree with urgent force. Wang Yuyan was now overwhelmed by desire, repeatedly crying out, "Wu Lang, I'm dying! It feels so good!" Her body tightly gripped Wu Long, then slowly relaxed, her hair and body covered in sweat, almost collapsing. Wu Long closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the warm pleasure emanating from Wang Yuyan's body. After a while, Wu Long flipped Wang Yuyan over so her back was to him, revealing her smooth, translucent back and plump, round buttocks that were high and firm. Wu Long was overjoyed, thinking, "Such perky, snowy buttocks must feel amazing to have sex with."

"Ah! Wu Lang,

what are you going to do...?" Before she could finish her sentence, Wu Long's big treasure had already plunged into her, with a crisp, wet sound. He was now fully inside her, his body pressed against Wang Yuyan's back. His hands reached under her armpits, tightly grasping and kneading her high, round breasts, squeezing and rubbing them. He whispered in her ear, "Baby, you're mine now. Today I'm going to make you feel amazing. You should learn this move, it's called 'Old Man Pushing a Cart,' it's very practical."

Wu Long's attacks were swift and fierce, and the sounds of their skin colliding could be heard frequently, a series of loud, rapid slaps, like a string of pearls, or like sparks flying as fire ignites wood. The difference was that what splashed was a hazy, shimmering wave of water, not a raging fire.

Wu Long launched a series of rapid, fierce attacks, his genitals slamming into Wang Yuyan's snowy buttocks with solid force, turning her buttocks red. The white, jade-like skin of her buttocks glowed with a dewy, delicate red light, fresh and tender, making one want to take a bite.

The two had been passionately caressing each other for a while, which had taken a toll on their strength. Wu Long let out a "hmm," his ejaculation gate loosened, and a tingling sensation ran down his spine. After hundreds of hard thrusts, he could not resist the surging pleasure, and his true yang poured out, mingling and exchanging with Wang Yuyan's primordial yin. At the same time, he collapsed limply on the bed.

Wu Long lay on Wang Yuyan's back, gently stroking her glossy black hair, kissing her delicate earlobe. His penis was still tightly inserted inside Wang Yuyan's body, enjoying the tender comfort after their union, soft and warm, unwilling to get up for a long time.

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Part One: Fallen Dragon World Chapter 148 Teasing the Child Granny 1

Wang Yuyan cried out repeatedly, making it unclear whether she was in pain or pleasure! Wu Long didn't stop for a second, sweat dripping like oil onto Wang Yuyan's fragrant, sweaty body. He thrust in with abandon, his hands tightly gripping Wang Yuyan's soft flesh—it was exquisite!

It was enjoyment, and also an achievement. A thrill of conquest. His pride grew stronger, so he thrust faster and harder, penetrating deeply. Wang Yuyan whimpered incessantly… Finally! A series of desperate cries escaped from Wang Yuyan's lips. Her pretty face contorted, all traces of her former arrogance gone. She simply wrapped her legs tightly around Wu Long's waist, arching her body to meet each of his thrusts…

Each time, Wang Yuyan's delicate body trembled; each impact produced a loud sound… With every movement of Wu Long, she moaned, and her moans were incredibly beautiful, almost tearful… making Wu Long more and more excited, and he exerted himself even more… Wang Yuyan felt a tingling, numb, sore, and itchy sensation all over her body; she felt a sweet, blissful, almost ethereal pleasure, and couldn't stop.

But all of this became simmering; she could no longer utter coherent words. Wang Yuyan could only helplessly snort and gasp for breath… At this moment, her voice seemed to emanate not only from her mouth, but from every part of her body—various inexplicable sounds, unidentifiable and unquestionable, weaving together into the most natural symphony of heaven and earth.

Wang Yuyan was as beautiful as an ancient fairy, like a goddess sculpted from white jade, so beautiful that Wu Long's body hair stood on end. From unconsciousness to awakening, and then back to unconsciousness, Wang Yuyan had repeatedly experienced this ecstatic onslaught. She was completely conquered; she knew she could never leave this man. While Wu Long continued his frenzied thrusting, he was also experiencing pleasure.

The two remained entangled and rolling in this way for a long time. Wu Long entered her tender flesh again and again, like drilling a well, drawing out streams of clear fluid from her body, wetting both of them, flowing down to the ground between their groins. Endless… He roared suddenly and withdrew immediately, watching his own frenzied ejaculation, feeling the surge of pleasure, breathing heavily.

Wang Yuyan's body was flushed, her body heaving. The moment Wu Long withdrew, she reached her umpteenth climax, her body trembling violently for a moment, still with her eyes closed, panting heavily, but already in a semi-conscious state. Afterwards, faint tear tracks remained on her face, and beads of fragrant sweat glistened on her flushed cheeks.

Wu Long looked at Wang Yuyan, who was almost unable to endure another conquest, and felt extremely satisfied. He bent down and kissed her deeply. The two lay on the ground, panting heavily. After a long while, all the sensations returned to Wu Long's consciousness. Afterwards, he felt refreshed! All the violence and irritability were gone, and his whole body felt an indescribable comfort, as if he were in a peaceful world! Wang Yuyan's love was like a bird chirping in spring, the moon shyly hiding behind the bamboo branches, the temperature in the room rose rapidly, and the people in the room forgot their own existence, even forgetting the affairs of heaven and earth. The only real thing was the two of them enjoying themselves to the fullest. That youthful spark spread from them throughout their bodies, every cell pulsating with excitement and joy. Their breaths were like drifting white clouds. In the name of love, Wang Yuyan half-closed her eyes, softly savoring this most beautiful moment…

Wu Long turned his head to look at Wang Yuyan. After the storm, she was even more radiant, even more voluptuous and alluring, like a rose after the rain, even more vibrant and captivating. Wang Yuyan lay straight, the turbulent emotions gone, breathing calmly. Her pretty face was covered in beads of sweat, flushed with a breathtaking blush, filled with boundless satisfaction. Wu Long, lying beside her, could clearly hear her rapid heartbeat.

————————Separation Line——————

When Wu Long and Wang Yuyan came out, it was already noon. Xue Muhua and Su Xinghe were already waiting for them. When they saw Wang Yuyan's face flushed like a peach blossom and her unnatural walking posture, they understood what had happened. Wang Yuyan smiled at Wu Long, and then hid behind him, too shy to look at the questions. Everyone ordered wine and dishes. Wu Long had Wang Yuyan sit next to him, completely disregarding the presence of Xue Muhua and Su Xinghe. He lovingly fed Wang Yuyan food and rice. Wang Yuyan was very shy with outsiders present, but she still felt very happy. For most women in the Song Dynasty, their husband's love was their greatest pursuit.

Midway through the meal, Wu Long finally spoke:

"Have the three I asked you to monitor left the inn?"

Xue Muhua replied:

"Sect Leader, no, they're all in Luoyang, seemingly waiting for someone."

Wu Long nodded:

"Good, I understand. Are all the things and people of the Xiaoyao Sect ready?"

Su Xinghe asked:

"Sect Leader, all the scriptures and elixirs are ready, and we've arranged for a caravan to escort them. They can arrive at Wuliang Mountain ahead of us."

"That's good. Well, I have some things to take care of. You two go to Wuliang Mountain with Yu Yan to prepare. To prevent Ding Chunqiu from having any schemes, and to avoid some danger without me, I've decided to open your Ren and Du meridians first, making you innate masters. With Xue Muhua's medical skills and Senior Brother Su's martial arts and erudition, you'll be able to fight him."

The two were shocked and said in disbelief:

"Sect Leader, you can actually open the Ren and Du meridians for others?"

Wu Long said,

"That's right. I have learned many peerless classics by chance and have mastered them. Opening the Ren and Du meridians is something that others cannot do without external help, but I can do it. Look at Yu Yan, she is only at the beginning of her martial arts training. I opened her Ren and Du meridians for her yesterday. You two have decades of cultivation, so it should be even easier for you. Although it cost me 20% of my strength, I have already opened four of the eight extraordinary meridians. You can fully recover in a few days."

The Innate Realm is a realm that many people in the martial arts world dream of. Su Xinghe and Mu Hua are outstanding people who have achieved great success in martial arts and other aspects, but the Innate Realm is still a dream for them. Now, the new sect leader of the Xiaoyao Sect can actually make this dream come true for them. The joy, surprise, and excitement they feel are unimaginable to ordinary people. Both of them stepped down from their seats and wanted to respectfully bow to Wu Long to express their gratitude, but Wu Long stopped them. Just then, footsteps sounded, indicating someone was coming upstairs. The second floor had been booked by the Xiaoyao Sect, so the fact that someone was coming up surprised everyone.

"Who goes there? We've booked the second floor of the inn. What brings you here?"

"Is it really Uncle Xue?"

The man had just come up, his eyes fixed on Xue Muhua, tears already welling up. Xue Muhua was surprised to hear him call him "Uncle." Looking at the man, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. His silk clothes were torn in several places, his face was long and thin with a pointed chin, and his face was covered in dirt. He seemed familiar, but couldn't quite place him. He asked, "Who are you?"

The young man said, "Uncle Xue, I am You Tanzhi from Juxian Manor. Don't you recognize me?"

Suddenly remembering his dirty face, he wiped it haphazardly with his sleeve, but his sleeve was no cleaner than his face, and after wiping it, it became even dirtier. Xue Muhua recognized him as You Ji's only son and said, "You are Tanzhi's nephew!" He then let out a long sigh, clearly distressed by Tanzhi's current predicament.

You Tanzhi's eyes inadvertently glanced behind Xue Muhua, and when he saw Wu Long, his body trembled, and his eyes blazed with fury. Xue Muhua said,

"Nephew, where have you been all this time?" You Tanzhi ignored him, suddenly roaring and drawing a dagger from his waist, throwing it straight at Wu Long. Xue Muhua was shocked and cried out, "No!"

His left hand instinctively struck You Tanzhi's shoulder, sending him flying backward with a snap. His right hand simultaneously rose, but it was a fraction of a second too late. Although it struck the dagger, it only changed direction, sending the dagger flying towards Wang Yuyan opposite Wu Long with even greater force than before.

Seeing the dagger flying towards her, Wang Yuyan was terrified, her face turning pale. In truth, with her current level as a master of the Innate Realm, she could have easily dodged it, but she rarely fought and had no experience whatsoever. Wu Long flicked the dagger away lightly. He said, "Yuyan, you've been frightened!"

Turning to You Tanzhi, he said, "I know you wanted to kill me to avenge your father and uncle, but I had no choice at your manor that day!"

He hadn't clearly seen You Tanzhi's appearance at Juxian Manor, and was only greatly surprised when You Tanzhi introduced himself. Seeing that You Tanzhi had suddenly attacked him, he knew that You Tanzhi also considered him a great enemy, just like Xiao Feng. However, he felt immense sympathy for You Tanzhi in *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, and seeing that You Tanzhi, though not yet having met A Zi, must have suffered greatly wandering the martial world, he couldn't bring himself to hate him at all.

You Tanzhi struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He said hatefully, "You and the Khitan dog Xiao Feng killed my father and uncle! I only regret that my skills are not good enough to kill you, you dog! Now that I'm in your hands, I will follow in my father and uncle's footsteps and die a dishonorable death!" His gaze swept over Xue Muhua with the same hatred. Suddenly, he rammed his head against a pillar beside him.

Wang Yuyan and Xue Muhua cried out almost simultaneously, "No!" Wu Long had already leaped off the table and was in front of You Tanzhi in a flash, putting his hand on his shoulder. You Tanzhi felt as if there was a giant sponge in front of him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward. Knowing that his martial arts were worlds apart from the man's, and thinking that the man had come up with some vicious way to torture him, he shouted, "What are you doing? Can't I even commit suicide?"

Xue Muhua said, "Nephew, why are you doing this? Your father and uncle died at the hands of my martial uncle!" Thinking that it was because he and the You brothers had convened the Heroes' Gathering that his friends, the You brothers, had committed suicide, he was filled with remorse.

Wu Long withdrew his arm and said, "The You brothers' unfortunate death was something no one wanted. But you are the only descendant of the You family. If you die like this, how can you face them?"

You Tanzhi's body trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes. Seeing this, Wang Yuyan said, "The dead are gone. Young Master You should think about how to restore the You family's prestige." She had heard Murong Fu talk about the scene at Juxian Manor that day, and now seeing You Tanzhi's miserable situation, she felt great sympathy.

Upon hearing this, You Tanzhi looked at Wang Yuyan and felt a jolt in his heart. The woman before him was incomparably beautiful, a rare sight in the world. Her beautiful eyes gazed at him with pity, and a warm current flowed through his body; he was completely mesmerized.

At first, Wang Yuyan didn't think anything of it, but later, seeing him staring at her without blinking, with a strange light in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel flustered. He had been so righteous and awe-inspiring before, and she had even admired him, but now he was looking at her like a rogue. It was really uncomfortable. Seeing this

, Wu Long was displeased. He flashed in front of Wang Yuyan, blocking You Tanzhi's view, and said,

"Go, I won't kill you. If you don't want your You family's foundation to be ruined in your hands, you'd better go back to Juxian Manor." Seeing his appearance, he turned to Xue Muhua and said, "Muhua, give him some medicine!" He originally wanted to give him some money as well, but thinking that You Tanzhi would definitely not accept it, he didn't say it aloud.

Seeing that he had covered his eyes, You Tanzhi was furious and shouted, "I don't want your pity! Wasn't the foundation of my You family ruined by you and Xiao Feng? And you, who call yourself a divine physician, invited my father and uncle to the Heroes' Gathering, but you're in cahoots with Wu Long! In the end, you drove my father, uncle, and my mother to commit suicide!" The last few sentences were directed at Xue Muhua.

Xue Muhua was extremely embarrassed upon hearing this, and seeing him in such a state, he was speechless. Wu Long finally lost his patience and said, "Your family all committed suicide, so why are you blaming me and my elder brother?"

You Tanzhi took two steps to the side and said, "If it weren't for Wu Long and Xiao Feng, how could they have committed suicide?" Although he was speaking to Wu Long, his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Wang Yuyan. Seeing Wang Yuyan's slightly annoyed expression, his heart warmed again, and he thought: She, she is truly as beautiful as a fairy. If only I could look at her for a lifetime!

You Tanzhi was originally an uneducated rich boy, incompetent in both literature and martial arts. The You brothers had long been utterly disillusioned with him. However, he was, after all, the only son of the You family, and the family's legacy would eventually be passed on to him. Therefore, as long as he didn't do anything immoral, they let him be. After the battle at Juxian Manor, the You brothers both committed suicide, and then his mother also committed suicide by hitting her head against a pillar, leaving him alone. After the funerals of his parents and uncles were completed and all the people in the martial arts world had dispersed, the You family members, taking advantage of his youth and ignorance, also absconded with a large sum of money from the You family and scattered everywhere.

You Tanzhi naturally harbored all his resentment towards Wu Long and Xiao Feng, and his only thought was to avenge them. So he also left Juxian Manor. However, he had no experience in the martial world and wandered aimlessly. Before long, he was swindled out of his last remaining money, leaving him penniless. Seeing Xue Muhua check into this inn today, he was desperate and wanted to find Xue Muhua. The innkeeper initially refused to let him in, but a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect downstairs recognized him and allowed him to come up. He

was surprised to find Wu Long there as well, and remembering that Xue Muhua and Wu Long had a close relationship, he also came to hate Wu Long. Then, upon seeing Wang Yuyan, he was utterly astonished by her beauty. Although he had been a carefree youth at Juxian Manor, he was still a simple and honest man, and had never seen such a beautiful woman before. Hearing her concern for him, his heart was immediately bound to Wang Yuyan.

Seeing this, Wu Long immediately understood that You Tanzhi was truly captivated by Wang Yuyan. He thought to himself: In the original story, the first beautiful woman You Tanzhi saw was Azi, and he was also awestruck by her beauty. That was because he had never seen a beautiful woman before. Yuyan's beauty was unparalleled, surpassing even Azi's; he was probably in love at first sight. But as a man, and a domineering one at that, he naturally couldn't allow anyone to look at his woman like that.

"If you want revenge, so be it. Come back when you've mastered your martial arts. Xue Muhua, handle this yourself. Of course, I'll spare him this time for your sake. If he really doesn't know what's good for him, let him go see his parents and uncles."

With that, he ignored You Tanzhi, took Wang Yuyan's arm, and left the shop. Wu Long originally felt most sorry for You Tanzhi and Lin Pingzhi from The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. Their names were Tanzhi and Pingzhi, and both had lives full of hardships, ending badly. However, there's always a reason why someone is pitiful. Today, he'd seen that and was too lazy to bother with him anymore. This guy was a complete idiot. Not only was his martial arts lacking, but his intelligence was also lacking, and he'd ruined his future opportunities. Even if he now possessed superb martial arts, he was still a useless fellow, not worth his attention. He didn't care how Xue Muhua handled it; as long as he didn't see him again, that was enough.

In the evening, Wu Long led the two into his room and used the Reversal of the Northern Darkness Divine Art to open their Ren and Du meridians. Unexpectedly, it took more time and effort than he had imagined, far less easy than the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art or the impact of lovemaking with a woman. It consumed thirty percent of his power, but it also truly made them innate masters. Unlike Wang Yuyan, their cultivation level was already sufficient, and their experience allowed them to fully unleash the power of innate masters. Wu Long told them not to rest at the inn, but to take Yuyan and head to Wuliang Mountain. He also sent a letter to Madam Wang of the Wang family and everyone in Wanjie Valley. He planned to establish his sect at Wuliang Mountain after the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly and the Lingjiu Palace events, and to bring all the women there.

Nothing more was said that night. The next morning, Bu Ping Dao Ren, Zhuo Bufan, and Cui Lühua got up early, had breakfast at the inn, paid their bill, and set off. Wu Long ate breakfast in his room. After finishing, he read a novel until he heard the three of them leave the inn. Only then did he go downstairs to pay the bill and follow them. They exited through the west gate and headed west. They traveled with them for six days, setting out early and resting late each day. By the third day, they frequently encountered groups of three to five people dressed in strange clothes, unlike those of the Central Plains. Their accents were also very different, and he guessed they were people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands. The three of them, including Bu Ping Dao Ren, usually avoided these people. When they encountered them unavoidably, they would quickly leave.

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