The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: Peony Blossoms Made Easy

That day, Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying buried Yue Lingshan.

They bowed several times before the grave.

Standing up, they looked around and saw only mountains surrounding them, their dwelling nestled in a valley. Before them lay a pool of clear water, lush trees, wildflowers everywhere, and birdsong filling the air—a truly serene place.

Yingying said, "Let's stay here for a while, to heal our wounds and keep vigil at her grave."

Linghu Chong replied, "Excellent.

Even if she were a ghost, she'd be timid alone in this desolate place."

Yingying was deeply moved by his words and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The two lingered at the grave for a long time. Linghu Chong said, "It's only a two or three-day journey to Hengshan. All the sisters there should have already returned. Now that the Hengshan sect leader has passed away, my succession is only temporary. But the turmoil in the martial world hasn't subsided yet. Who knows what tricks Zuo Lengchan and Lin Pingzhi will hatch? Yingying, your wisdom surpasses mine tenfold. I have a request, but I don't know if I should ask it?" Yingying sighed softly, and after a moment said, "Brother Chong, we are of one mind. If you want to keep vigil for Miss Yue alone, why say more? It's just that..." "How many days do you plan to stay here?" Seeing Yingying's thoughtfulness, Linghu Chong felt guilty and held her hand, whispering, "You're the most considerate of all. My injuries have mostly healed, and I really want to stay here alone for a few days, partly to keep vigil for my junior sister and partly to calm my mind and heal. We'll use the seventh day after her death as a limit, plus three days of travel, and we'll meet you at Hengshan within ten days. What do you think?"

Yingying smiled sweetly, pulled her hand away from Linghu Chong's grasp, and without saying another word, turned to pack her bags, leaving Linghu Chong some dry food and clothes, before turning and drifting away.

"Alone in the valley, accompanied by the lovebirds, I'll meet my devoted lover again at Hengshan. Brother Chong, I hope you won't break your promise."

In the distance, Yingying murmured twice before disappearing around the corner of the mountain.

From then on, Linghu Chong settled in this verdant valley, roasting frogs and picking fruit, finding peace and contentment in solitude by the lonely grave.

His injuries were only external; thanks to the healing remedies of the Hengshan Sect and his profound internal strength, he recovered considerably after two days.

He simply sat alone before Yue Lingshan's grave each day, his heart breaking as he recalled their childhood sweetheart days on Mount Hua. Sometimes, however, the thought of Yingying brought him immense warmth.

One day, Linghu Chong remembered the many wild peach trees in the southeast of the valley, their fruit ripe. He parted the grass and brushed aside the trees, walking eight or nine li to reach the wild peach trees. He leaped up and picked two peaches, then leaped again and picked three more.

Seeing that the peaches were ripe and many had already fallen to the ground, and would all fall and rot on the ground in a few days, he picked dozens in one go, thinking, "After I eat these peaches, I'll plant the pits around the valley. In a few years, the peach trees will grow, and the valley will be filled with blooming peach blossoms. How beautiful that would be!" Suddenly, he thought of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley: "If this valley is filled with peach trees, wouldn't it become Peach Valley? If Yingying and I live here in seclusion, wouldn't we become the Two Immortals of Peach Valley? And if we have six sons, wouldn't they be the Little Six Immortals of Peach Valley? If the Little Six Immortals of Peach Valley are like the Old Six Immortals of Peach Valley, speaking in a garbled and unclear way, wouldn't that be terrible?" Thinking of this, he was about to burst into laughter when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the distant grove of trees.

Linghu Chong immediately crouched down and hid in the tall grass, thinking, "I'm tired of eating roasted frogs and wild fruits all the time. Judging from this sound, it's probably just a wild beast. If I could catch an antelope or a wild deer, I could have a good feast."

Before he could decide what to do, he heard footsteps, which turned out to be the sound of two people walking.

Linghu Chong was startled: "How could there be anyone in this desolate valley? They must be after me."

Just then, he heard an old voice say, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? That scoundrel Yue Buqun would really come this way?" Linghu Chong was even more surprised: "They're after my master! Who are they?" Another deep voice said, "Master Shi has searched the surrounding area.

Yue Buqun's daughter and son-in-law suddenly disappeared in this area. They can't be found anywhere—in towns, at docks, or on land and water. " The young couple must be hiding in a nearby valley, recovering from their injuries.

Yue Buqun will find them sooner or later.

Linghu Chong felt a pang of sorrow, thinking, "So they know Junior Sister is injured, but they don't know she's dead. Many people are searching for her, especially Master and Mistress.

If this valley weren't so remote, they would have found her long ago."

Then he heard the old man say, "If you're not mistaken, Yue Buqun will come here sooner or later. We'll meet him at the valley entrance..." "Set up an ambush."

The deep voice said, "Even if Yue Buqun doesn't come, we can lure him here after we've set up the trap."

The old man clapped his hands twice and said, "This plan is brilliant, Brother Xue. I didn't realize you were such a wise man."

The man surnamed Xue laughed and said, "Elder Ge is right.

I am honored by your promotion, and I will do my best to repay your kindness."

Linghu Chong suddenly realized, "So it's from the Sun Moon Sect, it's Yingying. "

"It's best if they stay far away and don't bother me."

He thought again, "Now that my master's martial arts have greatly improved, no matter how many of them there are, they are definitely no match for him. My

master is shrewd and alert, unmatched in the martial arts world. With their meager abilities, they think they can lure my master into a trap? That's like showing off a big axe in front of Lu Ban's door."

Suddenly, he heard someone clapping three times in the distance. The man surnamed Xue said, "Elder Du and the others have arrived too."

Elder Ge also clapped three times.

Footsteps sounded, and four people came running quickly. Two of them walked slowly. When they got closer, Linghu Chong heard that the two men were carrying something.

Elder Ge exclaimed with delight, "Brother Du, you've caught the Yue family's little girl? That's quite an achievement!"

A loud voice laughed, "She is indeed from the Yue family, but she's an older woman, not a younger one."

Elder Ge exclaimed "Eh!" clearly surprised and delighted, "How...how...did you get Yue Buqun's wife?" Linghu Chong was greatly shocked and immediately wanted to rush out to save her, but then he remembered that he didn't have a sword with him.

Without a sword, his martial arts were no match for ordinary masters, and he grew increasingly anxious. He only heard Elder Du say, "Isn't that right?" Elder Ge said, "Madam Yue's swordsmanship is superb. How did Brother Du manage to capture her? Ah, she must have been drugged."

Elder Du laughed, "This woman was distraught. She came to the inn, and without a second thought, poured herself a bowl of tea and drank it.

People say Yue Buqun's wife, Ning Zhong... " "How could you be so great

? You're just a good-for-nothing." Linghu Chong was furious. He thought to himself, "My master's wife heard that her beloved daughter was injured and missing. She searched for her for dozens of days without success. Naturally, she's distraught. This is out of love for her daughter. How can she be a good-for-nothing? You insulted my master's wife. I'll make sure you all die by my sword later."

He thought, "If only I could get a longsword.

If not a sword, a knife will do." "

Elder Ge said, 'Now that we have Yue Buqun's wife, things will be much easier.

Brother Du, what's the plan now? How do we lure Yue Buqun here?'

Elder Du asked, 'And what do we do after we bring her here?' Elder Ge hesitated for a moment, then said, 'We'll use this woman as a hostage to force him to surrender.

I'm sure Yue Buqun and his wife are very devoted to each other and won't dare to resist.'

Elder Du said, 'Brother Ge is right. I'm just afraid that Yue Buqun is ruthless and his wife isn't very devoted to him. That would be a bit tricky.'

Elder Ge said, 'This...this...um, Brother Xue, what do you think?' The man surnamed Xue said, 'I shouldn't have the right to speak in front of you two elders...' Just then, someone on the west side clapped three times in a row."

Elder Du said, "Elder Bao has arrived."

In a short while, the two of them came rushing over from the west, their steps extremely fast.

Elder Ge said, "Elder Mo has also arrived."

Linghu Chong secretly groaned, "Judging from their footsteps, these two seem to be even more skilled than Ge and Du.

How can I possibly rescue my master's wife with my bare hands?" Just then, Elders Ge and Du said in unison, "Brothers Bao and Mo have also arrived, that's wonderful." Elder Ge added, "Brother Du has done a great service, capturing Yue Buqun's wife."

An old man exclaimed happily, "Excellent, excellent! You two have worked hard."

Elder Ge said, "That's Brother Du's achievement."

The old man said, "We are all here on the orders of the sect leader. Regardless of whose achievement it is, it is all thanks to the sect leader's good fortune."

Linghu Chong found the old man's voice somewhat familiar and thought, "Could it be someone I saw on Blackwood Cliff before?" He activated his internal energy and could hear everyone talking, but dared not peek out.

The elders in the Demonic Sect are all martial arts masters; if I make even the slightest movement, they will likely notice.

Elder Ge said, "Brother Bao Mo, Brother Du and I are discussing how to lure Yue Buqun here and capture him to Blackwood Cliff."

Another elder asked, "What plan have you come up with?" Elder Ge replied, "We haven't thought of a good strategy yet. Brother Bao Mo, you must have a brilliant plan when you arrive."

The first elder said, "The Five Mountains Sword Sects are vying for the position of sect leader at the Fengchan Platform on Mount Song. Yue Buqun blinded Zuo Lengchan, making him a formidable figure on Mount Song. No one in the Five Mountains Sword Sects dares to challenge him anymore.

I've heard that he has obtained the true teachings of the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Technique. He's no ordinary person. We must come up with a foolproof plan and not underestimate him."

Elder Du said, "Exactly.

Let's all four of us join forces... " Although we might not necessarily lose to him, we also have no guarantee of victory.”

Elder Mo said, “Brother Bao, you have already devised a plan, so please tell me.” The elder surnamed Bao said, “Although I have thought of a plan, it is nothing special, and I’m afraid the three of you will laugh at it.” Elders

Mo, Ge, and Du all said, “Brother Bao is the strategist of our sect; any plan you devise must be good.”

Elder Bao said, “This is actually a clumsy method.

We dig a very deep pit, cover it with tree branches and grass, leaving no trace, then we press the woman’s pressure points, place her at the edge of the pit, and then lure Yue Buqun there.

When he sees his wife fall, he will surely rush to her aid, thud… thud… oh dear, no good…” As he spoke, he gestured with his hands.

The three elders and the other four all burst into laughter.

Elder Mo laughed, "Brother Bao's plan is brilliant.

We'll all lie in ambush nearby, and as soon as Yue Buqun falls into the pit, the four weapons will immediately seal the entrance, preventing him from jumping out. Otherwise, given his high level of martial arts, he might jump out before even reaching the bottom."

Elder Bao pondered, "But there's still a difficulty."

Elder Mo asked, "What difficulty? Ah, yes, Brother Bao, are you worried that Yue Buqun's swordsmanship is unpredictable, and even after falling into the trap, we still won't be able to seal it?" Elder Bao replied, "Brother Mo is quite right.

This time, the leader has sent us to deal with a group that has merged the Five Mountains Sword Sects..." "A great master.

It would be a great honor for us to die for the leader, but it would damage the reputation of the sect and the leader.

As the saying goes, 'A petty person is no gentleman, and a man without ruthlessness is no true hero. '

Since we are dealing with a gentleman, we should use some ruthlessness.

It seems we need to add something to the trap."

Elder Du said, "Elder Bao's words are exactly what I was thinking. I have

quite a bit of 'Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder' on me. We can scatter it all on the branches and leaves around the trap.

As soon as Yue Buqun enters the trap, he will immediately take a deep breath..." The four of them burst into laughter again.

Elder Bao said, "We must act now.

Where would be the best place to set the trap?" Elder Ge replied, "Three miles west of here, there's a towering cliff on one side and a deep abyss on the other. There's only one narrow path. If Yue Buqun isn't coming, then fine, but he'll definitely have to go through this path."

Elder Bao said, "Very good, everyone go and take a look."

With that, he set off, and the others followed.

Linghu Chong thought to himself, "They're digging a trap; it won't be done in a short time. I'll get my sword first, then I can come back to rescue my master's wife." After the Demonic Cult members had gone far away, he used his lightness skill to return to his usual lodging, retrieved his longsword, and tiptoed away.

After walking several miles, he suddenly heard a digging sound. He wondered, "Why are they digging here?" He hid behind a tree and peeked out. Sure enough, he saw four members of the Demonic Cult digging in the ground, with several old men standing to the side.

As they drew closer, Linghu Chong caught a glimpse of an old man's profile and felt a slight chill run down his spine: "So this is the same Bao Da Chu I met at the Plum Blossom Manor on Gushan Island in Hangzhou years ago.

What Elder Bao? He's Elder Bao.

The first Demonic Cult elder that Ren Woxing subdued after escaping from West Lake was this Bao Da Chu."

Linghu Chong had seen him subdue Huang Zhonggong and knew he was highly skilled in martial arts; he thought that his master's appointment as the leader of the Five Mountains Sect clearly indicated his intention to make things difficult for the Demonic Cult, and the Demonic Cult would certainly not stand idly by. The four elders that Ren Woxing had sent to deal with him were probably more than just these four.

Seeing the four men using a pair of iron halberds and a pair of steel axes to loosen the soil and then dig it out by hand, Linghu Chong found a middle-aged woman in a yellow dress sitting slumped among the fallen leaves beside them. It was none other than his master's wife, Madam Yue. He noticed that Madam Yue looked haggard and was unable to move or speak.

He thought, "They must have acupunctured Madam Yue.

They clearly said they were going to dig a trap on that cliff over there, so why did they change it to here?" After a moment's thought, he understood: "The cliff is surrounded by rocks; digging a trap there is no easy task. This Elder Ge is an ignorant man, just spouting nonsense." But this allowed Linghu Chong to find the men effortlessly.

Seeing the four men using weapons meant for combat to dig and excavate the ground, he dared not stray too far from his master's wife. He hid behind a large tree, hoping to find an opportunity to kill the four men by surprise and save his master's wife.

Suddenly, Elder Ge laughed, "Yue Buqun is quite old, yet his wife is still so young and beautiful."

Elder Du laughed, "Her looks are certainly good, but youth is another matter.

I think she's well past forty.

Brother Ge, if you're interested, once you capture Yue Buqun and inform the sect leader, you can take this woman, how about that?" Elder Ge laughed, "Taking this woman? I dare not. But having some fun with her is fine."

Linghu Chong was furious, thinking, "Shameless scoundrels, how dare they insult my master's wife! I'll make sure you all die a horrible death!"

Hearing Elder Ge's lewd laughter, he couldn't help but peek over. He saw Elder Ge reach out and pinch Madam Yue's cheek.

Madam Yue was struck on a vital point and couldn't resist, unable to utter a sound.

The members of the Demonic Sect burst into laughter.

Elder Du laughed and said, "Brother Ge, you're in such a hurry. Do you have the guts to play with this woman right here?" Although Elder Ge was nearly sixty years old, he was a lecherous womanizer in his youth. Firstly, he saw that Madam Yue was as beautiful as a peony, and now that she was under his control with her pressure points sealed, she looked even more pitiful. Secondly, he did not want to lose face in front of everyone.

Hearing the crowd's laughter emboldened him even more. Standing in front of Madam Yue, who was sitting on the ground, he held a battle axe in one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other, pulling out his already aroused penis. While rubbing it against Madam Yue's delicate face, he laughed loudly, "Gentlemen, what's wrong with playing with this woman? Back in the day, I've played with countless wives and daughters of officials in the martial world. If I were to compare, even Tian Boguang, the Lone Wanderer, would have to call me 'ancestor'!" After he finished speaking, the crowd burst into laughter again.

Madam Yue's face was pressed against the foul-smelling genitals of a villain. The filthy pubic hair brushed against her mouth and nose, emitting waves of stench. She felt nauseous, and in her shame and anger, she wanted to bite her tongue to commit suicide, but she was too weak to do so.

Seeing this, Linghu Chong was furious. He drew his sword and darted behind the four men. His sword flashed like lightning, and in one move, Xue and Du were finished. Elder Ge, who had molested Madam Yue, was also quite skilled. Hearing the sword wind coming from behind him, he rolled forward, avoiding a fatal blow. He grabbed his axe, not even caring that his pants were still undone, and roared as he scrambled to his feet, hacking at Linghu Chong.

On the other side, seeing an enemy approaching, Bao Dachu swung his iron halberd at Linghu Chong's waist.

Having gained the upper hand, Linghu Chong didn't allow the two to react. With a move from the "Breaking Whip" style of the Dugu Nine Swords, the blade swept forward along the hilt of Bao Dachu's halberd, severing all five limbs in Bao Dachu's left hand, and the halberd fell to the ground. He then followed

up with a sword strike, a move taught by his master's wife, the "Jade Maiden Shuttle," piercing Ge Changlao's head from below.

In just a moment, three of the four elders of the Demonic Sect were dead and one was wounded.

Linghu Chong flicked his sword with his right hand, brushing away the bloodstains, and pointed the sword at Bao Dachu. With his left hand, he released the pressure points that had been sealed on Madam Yue. He said to Madam Yue, "Master's wife, your disciple... your disciple..." He was so anxious to see his master's wife being humiliated, and he also thought of Yue Lingshan's tragic death, all because of his inadequate rescue efforts. He was speechless for a moment.

"Chong'er!" Madam Yue called out as her pressure points were released, but her blood vessels were not flowing, and she remained sitting on the ground, unable to move.

Linghu Chong nodded, then turned to Bao Dachu and asked sharply, "Elder Bao, do you still recognize me?" Bao Dachu's five fingers were all severed, bleeding profusely. Seeing that it was Linghu Chong, he replied in a trembling voice, "Young Master Linghu, this is a misunderstanding. We did not intend to harm Madam Yue. We only wanted to take that hypocrite Yue Buqun hostage. It was Elder Ge who had malicious intentions and disrespected Madam Yue. We

did not expect that you would offend us here. We hope that you will forgive us for the sake of the Holy Maiden."

After saying this, he ignored his severe injuries, threw down his weapon, knelt down, and kowtowed repeatedly.

Bao Da Chu was once a tough and resolute man in the martial world, but under Ren Woxing's command, his former spirit had been worn down. In the face of death,

he only sought to survive, devoid of his former valor. Seeing that he was severely injured, and mentioning Yingying, Linghu Chong, after all, did not crave bloodshed. He sheathed his sword and said, "Fine, considering your service to Leader Ren and the Holy Maiden, I will spare you today. But you must not utter a word about abducting my master's wife.

Otherwise, even if I chase you to Blackwood Cliff, I will take your life!" "I dare not, I dare not!" Bao Da Chu stammered, ignoring his wounds, and hurriedly fled.

With the formidable enemy gone, Linghu Chong turned to look at Madam Yue. Seeing her still slumped on the ground, Linghu Chong was filled with grief. He rushed forward and knelt before his master's wife to pay his respects. But the moment his knees touched the withered leaves before her, they buckled. He knew he was in trouble. It turned out that the four members of the Demonic Sect had planned to dig three interconnected traps around Madam Yue to capture Yue Buqun.

Before Linghu Chong arrived, the four had already set one trap, given their strength and martial arts skills. While fighting them, Linghu Chong had ambushed them from behind. Madam Yue, seeing no external threat, hadn't expected Linghu Chong to kneel so immediately and hadn't warned him.

Now, as he was about to pay his respects, he had fallen right onto the trap. With his knees on the ground, even with his excellent lightness skill, he couldn't escape his fate.

With a thud, Linghu Chong fell into the trap.

Fortunately, the four members of the Demonic Sect had only intended to capture Yue Buqun and not to harm him, so they hadn't hidden daggers or arrows below. Although the trap was about a person's depth, the bottom was lined with withered leaves and dry grass.

This was to prevent Yue Buqun, with his superior lightness skills, from using a solid foothold to leap up, so Linghu Chong wasn't injured. Seeing this, Madam Yue, disregarding her own blood not flowing freely, forced herself to stand up and looked down. Only when she saw that Linghu Chong was unharmed did she feel relieved.

She reached out and called out, "Chong'er!" Although Linghu Chong was disheveled, he hadn't lost his strength and, holding his master's wife's hand, used the momentum to climb out of the trap.

"The members of the Demonic Sect are indeed wicked and heretical; the traps they set are impossible to guard against,"

Linghu Chong said angrily as he knelt before Madam Yue once more.

Madam Yue sat down again to regulate her qi and blood before saying, "If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be the Demonic Sect.

Chong'er, have you seen Shan'er? I searched for her in vain, and that's how I fell into the trap of these scoundrels. If you hadn't arrived by chance, my death wouldn't be a pity, but my reputation would certainly be ruined.

Your master doesn't acknowledge you, but I do."

Hearing Madam Yue mention Yue Lingshan, Linghu Chong felt a surge of grief, "Master's wife, my junior sister... she was killed by Junior Brother Lin!" "Ah?" Madam Yue exclaimed in shock, then murmured, "What a tragedy, what a tragedy.

I knew Pingzhi deeply hated your master, and I only wished that Lingshan could marry him to eliminate this hatred, but I never imagined it would end like this..." After saying this, Madam Yue burst into tears.

After weeping for a while, Madam Yue saw that Linghu Chong was still kneeling on the ground. She said softly, "Chong'er, where did you come from? Why wasn't Miss Ren with you? And where is Shan'er buried?" As she spoke, she pulled Linghu Chong, who suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes glazed over.

Madam Yue was shocked. She stood up and looked at Linghu Chong again. His face was flushed, he was panting heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing, but his limbs were stiff.

No matter how Madam Yue called to him, he remained unconscious.

"Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder!" Madam Yue thought to herself, "This is bad." It turned out that Elder Du had indeed scattered this vicious powder, which was as infamous as the Three Corpse Brain Soul Pill, in the trap.

It should be known that the actions of the Demonic Sect could not be compared with those of the righteous sects.

Within that demonic cult, the Three-Corpse Brain-Soul Pill was a closely guarded secret concoction created by the cult leader to control those who refused to submit.

The Hundred-Flower Soul-Destroying Powder, on the other hand, was a vicious drug used by members of the demonic cult to tarnish the reputation of members of the righteous sects.

This drug had no antidote; those afflicted, regardless of gender, would become delirious and require sexual intercourse within a short time to neutralize the poison.

Otherwise, their blood vessels would burst, leading to death.

Numerous prominent figures from the righteous sects had their reputations ruined by this substance.

Although this poison was extremely potent, those with profound internal energy could resist it. However, Linghu Chong had lost all his internal energy. Although he absorbed some internal energy using the Star-Absorbing Technique, it was not his own cultivation, making it difficult to utilize. Furthermore, he was completely unprepared, and thus, the effects manifested within moments of being poisoned.

"Chong'er! Chong'er!" Madam Yue called out several times, but Linghu Chong did not respond.

He was only trembling violently.

In desperation, Madam Yue pressed Linghu Chong's vital acupoints to prevent him from moving and accelerating the poison's effects, then picked him up and ran for her life.

Having been a seasoned veteran of the martial world and an enemy of the Demonic

Sect, Madam Yue naturally knew how to cure Linghu Chong's poison. She only hoped that in her haste, she could find a brothel in a town to cure her beloved disciple.

Although visiting prostitutes was despised by the righteous path, in a life-or-death situation, Madam Yue was naturally bold and did not care about such trivial matters. Besides, Linghu Chong already had a reputation for spending nights in brothels when he was in Hengshan, so it would not harm his reputation as a playboy.

Deeply attached to her beloved disciple, Madam Yue exerted all her strength, running frantically for a while without regard for direction, until she climbed a small hill. Looking around, Madam Yue's heart sank.

For dozens of miles around, there were layers upon layers of green mountains and ridges, not a single town or brothel in sight.

At this moment, Linghu Chong in her arms had his eyes tightly closed, his body burning with desire, and he was groaning softly, crying out from time to time, "Water! I want water!" Madam Yue saw a valley to the west, with a pool of clear water surrounded by mountains. Without thinking, she carried Linghu Chong and ran towards it.

Upon reaching the pool, although she was a legendary heroine, Madam Yue was still a woman, and with her acupoints sealed for so long, she was panting heavily from the exertion. She laid Linghu Chong on a reclining ox-shaped stone bed by the pool, first feeding him handfuls of water, and then drinking a few mouthfuls herself.

Just as she was at a loss for what to do, she suddenly noticed a new grave under some willow trees nearby, with a wooden plaque in front of it, engraved with the words "Tomb of Yue Lingshan, Heroine of Mount Hua" on a sword.

By a twist of fate, Madam Yue, accompanied by Linghu Chong, arrived at Yue Lingshan's grave.

Upon seeing her beloved daughter's tomb, Madam Yue felt her blood rush to her head, her vision blurred, and she nearly fainted. She rushed to the grave, her hand resting on the tombstone, tears streaming down her face, and whispered, "Shan'er, Shan'er, the day we parted, I never imagined we would be separated by life and death.

Although your fate was unfortunate, it was also due to the wickedness and cruelty of your father and husband."

At this point, thinking of her husband Yue Buqun's actions that ultimately led to her beloved daughter's death, Madam Yue could no longer contain herself and finally burst into tears.

After crying for a while, she heard Linghu Chong's drug take effect. Having been captured for so long, Madam Yue's strength was waning, and the pressure points she had pressed were gradually dissipating. The poison's burning heat could no longer be endured, and she roared like a bull, "It's hot! It's hot! Yingying, don't go.

Junior Sister... Junior Sister.

Lin Pingzhi, you villain, you killed Junior Sister, you killed Junior Sister!"

As she spoke, she lay on the stone, waving her arms and legs wildly, as if trying to strangle Lin Pingzhi.

Seeing her beloved disciple like this, Madam Yue's grief turned to sorrow. She hurried to Linghu Chong's side, intending to comfort him, but the effects of the Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder had already taken hold. Although Linghu Chong's eyes were wide open and red, he no longer recognized the person before him as his revered master's wife.

The mere scent of mature woman emanating from Madam Yue fueled his lust. Though his vital points had just been released and he was weak all over, he suddenly stretched out his arms, pulling Madam Yue around the waist and onto his body. The master and disciple became entangled, their burning lips raining kisses upon Madam Yue's face.

"Chong'er, stop! Chong'er! I'm your master's wife!" Madam Yue, her face flushed from Linghu Chong's embrace and kisses, struggled free from his arms in shame and panic, hastily dodging to the side.

Peeking over, she saw Linghu Chong's arms still outstretched in mid-air, groaning in pain.

"Enough! Enough!" Seeing that Linghu Chong had lost his mind, and that he would die on the spot if the poison couldn't be cured, Madam Yue drew the longsword Linghu Chong was wearing, thinking that she might as well stab him and end her disciple's suffering.

Just as she hesitated, she heard Linghu Chong mutter incoherently, "Junior Sister, Junior Sister, how could you be so cruel... Master's Wife, Master's Wife, Chong'er is so hot."

The sound of calling "Master's Wife" broke Madam Yue's heart.

Her thoughts seemed to drift back twenty years. She was twenty, newly married to her senior brother, Yue Buqun. It was the dead of winter, and the two of them rode down the mountain to travel the martial world. There they first encountered young Linghu Chong, who was about to freeze and starve to death by the roadside. Linghu Chong was only eight years old that year; his family had been ravaged by war, and he had escaped alone. At the brink of death, the couple rescued him, and he became a disciple of the Huashan Sect, both a student and a son to them.

For twenty years, although

he had been a dissolute rogue, he was kind-hearted and the most beloved of the disciples. They had

also been childhood sweethearts. She had hoped to have this excellent son-in-law and live a long and happy life with him.

But fate is unpredictable, and ultimately, their marriage did not come to fruition.

Now, her beloved daughter was dead, and was her eldest disciple, whom she considered her own son, going to die by her hand as well? Linghu Chong's cries grew increasingly mournful, each one tugging at Madam Yue's heartstrings.

Madam Yue thought of how, had Linghu Chong, despite his severe injuries, had wounded fifteen masters of the Medicine King Temple with his sword, not only herself, but all the women of Mount Hua would have lost their chastity that day.

She also thought of how, if he hadn't remembered her past kindness, she would have been violated by the demonic sect.

Not to mention the several times he had saved the entire Mount Hua family. If she were to kill him now in his time of need, even if she survived, how could she live as a human being? "A tragedy! A tragedy! All of this is because the Mount Hua Sect and that man surnamed Yue owe him!" Thinking this...

Madam Yue threw her sword to the ground, her delicate brows furrowed. After a moment of contemplation, she gracefully walked back to Linghu Chong's side. Seeing his wildly flailing hands, she hesitated for a moment, then sealed the acupoints on Linghu Chong's upper arm. Shyly and ashamed, she reached out to undress him and pull down his trousers.

Although Linghu Chong's upper arm acupoints were sealed and he could not move, his three-inch penis stood erect, already rock-hard, trembling uncontrollably with hunger.

"Chong'er, be good, don't be afraid.

Your master's wife is here."

With that, Madam Yue lovingly stroked Linghu Chong's burning cheeks, glanced at his erection, her face flushed, and finally gritted her teeth, mustered her courage, untied her skirt, loosened her skirt, and took off her underpants.

The once incomparably bold and beautiful Huashan Jade Maiden, the noble and shy Madam Yue, was now completely naked from the waist down, her two slender jade legs white and translucent, and the mysterious black glint between her legs was even more alluring.

Being naked before her delirious disciple was an unbearable shame for her. A mixture of shame and anxiety filled her beautiful face, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with boundless tenderness—a mature woman displaying a myriad of emotions. Madam

Yue knew deep down that while this was a temporary measure, it still required her to sacrifice her chastity. Moreover, given her relationship with Linghu Chong—both teacher and mother figure—it was a grave breach of human ethics.

Even if it remained unknown to outsiders, she would have no face to live in the world afterward.

But Linghu Chong's immense kindness to her at Mount Hua was impossible to repay. She was a female knight-errant; she would help the weak. To save her beloved disciple and benefactor, why should she sacrifice her purity? As the wife of the sect leader, a wife and mother, she had never failed the Yue family.

Seeing that she was about to commit an immoral act with her beloved disciple, she was overcome with shame.

Although she had already undressed herself, she hesitated for a long time.

Seeing that Linghu Chong's poison was flaring up, Madam Yue finally made up her mind. She gracefully parted her legs and squatted down between Linghu Chong's lower body. With a determined heart, she closed her almond-shaped eyes, grasped Linghu Chong's penis with one hand, and pressed it against her beautiful vulva. She straddled Linghu Chong and slowly sat down, inserting her beloved disciple's penis into her body.

Linghu Chong had not yet ejaculated. Although he had been intimate with Ren Yingying, he had always kept to himself and was still a virgin.

In addition, the Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder he had been poisoned with was a strange and aphrodisiac.

His penis was as hard as iron, yet burning hot.

Madam Yue was already in her forties, and the couple had a long and loving relationship, their intimacy long since extinguished after Yue Buqun castrated himself to practice the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique.

Although Madam Yue was a renowned heroine, generous and forthright, human nature is still driven by passion and desire, and being in her prime, she inevitably harbored some resentment within her.

While she had acted rashly to save her disciple, the burgeoning passion of youth, burning like fire, caused Madam Yue's heart to flutter with shame as their genitals touched.

She considered retreating, but the pitiful groans of Linghu Chong made her realize that she had already lost her virginity to him; why should she care about her reputation? Finally, she gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, closed her almond-shaped eyes, forcefully lifted her buttocks, and sat down again, beginning to copulate with her beloved disciple.

It wasn't lust, but deep affection.

"To have such relations with Chong'er is a breach of human morality; I am no longer worthy to be called Madam Yue! If the poison Chong'er has been cured, I am willing to commit suicide to preserve my honor!" Madam Yue turned her back to Linghu Chong, her body like a jade maiden adorned with flowers. She felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been inserted into her lower body—a painful yet incomparably pleasurable sensation. She quickly made a silent vow to prevent herself from losing her composure.

After all, Madam Yue was already a mother, and marital relations were commonplace for her; she was an old acquaintance.

Although she was filled with shame, she still skillfully began to sway her slender waist, turning her back to Linghu Chong to focus on their lovemaking.

After a few moments of intercourse with his master's wife, Linghu Chong stopped moaning and groaning, accepting his mother's caresses like a child preparing to fall asleep.

Madam Yue dared not face him, and was too ashamed to remove her upper garments. With her back to him, she leaned forward, placing her hands on Linghu Chong's legs, using a delicate, almost ethereal posture to lessen her shame during their intercourse.

In a daze, the incomparably blissful intercourse between man and woman made Linghu Chong feel much more refreshed. His mind cleared slightly, and he tilted his head back, vaguely seeing only a fairy in a yellow robe and cloud-like hair, her back to him, moving

up and down on his lower body. The fairy's two delicate pink buttocks bloomed like peonies before his eyes. His lust intensified, and he involuntarily thrust his manhood with all his might, instantly making Lady Yue's vulva completely wet. Her juices flowed down Linghu Chong's crotch onto the Lying Ox Rock, soaking a large patch.

The sun shone brightly, and the lake shimmered with spring light.

No one could have imagined that the renowned young hero Linghu Chong and his master's wife were committing such an incestuous act amidst the beautiful scenery.

Overwhelmed by passion, Linghu Chong, being a young man whose primordial yang had not yet been released, could not withstand the onslaught from his experienced master's wife. After a frenzied thrusting, he suddenly let out a long moan and finally ejaculated.

A wave of heat washed over her; Madam Yue knew her beloved disciple's lustful poison had been released.

Her body, which had been heaving, abruptly stopped, and she slumped onto Linghu Chong. His penis gradually shrank inside her, leaving only sticky, hot semen flowing out unnoticed.

Madam Yue, lost in thought, wept tears mingling with her young disciple's semen. With

his primordial essence released, the lustful poison was instantly neutralized.

Linghu Chong drifted into a daze, as if in a dream.

For a moment, it felt as if he were on the Cliff of Contemplation, listening to Yue Lingshan singing the folk song "Sisters, Let's Go Pick Tea" as it faded into the distance; for another, it felt as if he were in the Green Bamboo Lane of Luoyang, listening to Yingying playing the zither.

Suddenly, his whole body burned, as if he had a high fever; then, in a moment, it felt like a hot summer day in his childhood, when his master's wife would

gently fan him to cool him down when he couldn't sleep. A cool, slippery sensation ran through his lower body amidst the heat, which he found incredibly pleasant. But a moment later, it was as if he had been struck by lightning. He was startled and opened his eyes to find himself naked from the waist down, with a glamorous woman in a yellow dress sitting on him, her back to him, also completely naked from the waist down, staring blankly upwards.

His penis was dripping with fluid, clinging tightly to the beautiful woman's fair buttocks and delicate pink vulva.

The middle-aged woman, judging from her back, was none other than his master's wife. Linghu Chong pressed his forehead and let out a soft moan.

With the sudden relief of the aphrodisiac, he only felt a splitting headache.

Even though he was incredibly intelligent, he didn't know why, but a vague feeling arose that something was very wrong.

Hearing Linghu Chong's groan, Madam Yue finally came to her senses. Turning her head, she saw Linghu Chong lying on the rock, staring blankly at her. The thought that she was still naked from the waist down, straddling her disciple, her pink buttocks completely exposed, their private parts touching, filled her with intense shame.

She hurriedly stood up from Linghu Chong, picked up his skirt and trousers, and while putting them on, whispered, "It seems your lustful poison has been removed. Hurry up and put on your trousers!" Linghu Chong felt uneasy seeing himself naked in front of his master's wife.

He was confused, and hurriedly pulled up his trousers, trying to sit up, but his whole body was weak and he had no strength.

After finally getting dressed, Linghu Chong asked with a face full of doubt, "Master's wife, this, this is?" Although he was confused and unaware of his master's wife's sexual intercourse, he had clearly seen the scene of his master's wife naked from the waist down and his penis touching her.

Having been a virgin for so long, he only knew that his master's wife and his actions were a closely guarded secret, not to be told to outsiders, and he only had a vague understanding of the reasons behind it.

Madam Yue, having dressed herself, sat silently beside the reclining ox stone, her knees drawn up to her chest. After a long while, she finally looked up and said, "Chong'er, only you and I know about today's events. Make a vow: if you tell anyone else, may you be condemned to eternal damnation!" Linghu Chong reluctantly rose, knelt beside Madam Yue, and kowtowed, saying, "This disciple will remember this. I would rather die than tell anyone else about today's events.

It's just that I was caught in a trap and was momentarily confused, truly unaware of what I did.

If I have insulted my master's wife, I will commit suicide to atone for my sins!" With that, Linghu Chong drew his sword, ready to kill himself.

Seeing the sincerity in his words, Madam Yue raised her hand and grasped Linghu Chong's sword-wielding hand, saying gently, "Since you have made a vow, why must you commit suicide? This is all my misfortune.

If you commit suicide, what is the point of my self-degradation? It just means that from now on, there will be no more Madam Yue of Mount Hua in the martial world..." After saying this, she did not look at Linghu Chong again, still hugging her knees and gazing at the shimmering water.

Seeing his master's wife like this, Linghu Chong did not dare to ask any more questions.

Looking around, he found himself in his usual secluded place.

He said, "Master's wife, how did we get here? Junior Sister is buried over there."

He pointed to Yue Lingshan's grave.

He had hoped his master's wife would say something more, but Madam Yue remained as still as a wooden statue, only humming once before falling silent. Seeing this, Linghu Chong felt even more uneasy. He knew that in his delirium, he must have done something to dishonor his master's wife.

Although he was known as a rogue in the martial arts world, he was actually inexperienced.

While he felt that his master's wife riding on him naked from the waist down was something he couldn't tell others, he didn't realize that he had already consummated his marriage with her. Parental relations were important; although Madam Yue was his master's wife, their relationship was no less than that of mother and son.

Linghu Chong vaguely felt that what he had done in his delirium must have defiled his master's wife, but he dared not think about it further, for the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.

After resting for an hour, Linghu Chong felt his strength had recovered considerably. He caught more than a dozen frogs by the stream, washed and peeled them, and before he knew it, it was getting dark. He gathered some dry grass and branches to start a fire, skewered the frogs on branches, roasted them, and humbly presented them to Madam Yue.

But Madam Yue remained silent. Seeing him take the food, she only shook her head and continued to gaze at the pool in silence. Seeing that his master's wife had not eaten or spoken for half a day, Linghu Chong was even more terrified.

He knelt before his master's wife, hugged her arm, and burst into tears.

Sobbing, he pleaded, "Master's wife, I don't know how I offended you. Please enlighten me.

I was orphaned at a young age and raised by my master and mistress. If I have done anything against your wishes, you may beat me or scold me.

Please don't upset you!" Seeing Linghu Chong's genuine tears, and considering that he was already a martial arts master with a reputation as the head of a sect, with countless heroes of the martial world bowing to his orders, Madam Yue

felt a pang of sympathy. Yet here he was, crying and begging like a child before her.

She said gently, "Chong'er, I'm troubled by your master's perverse actions and your junior sister's untimely death. It has nothing to do with you. My mind is in turmoil. You've just recovered from the poison, so please get up and rest aside. Let me sit alone for a while."

After saying this, Madam Yue bit her cherry lips and said nothing more. Linghu Chong felt a little relieved when he heard his master's wife say this. After all, his junior sister's grave was nearby, and the world knew about his master's actions. It

was understandable that his master's wife was so sad, so he nodded, said "Master's wife," and silently got up and returned to the campfire. He ate several frogs by the campfire, sometimes thinking of Yingying, sometimes of Yue Lingshan, and vaguely recalling the beautiful woman in his erotic dream after being poisoned during the day. He felt embarrassed.

Overwhelmed with thoughts and already weak from his injuries, Linghu Chong drifted off to sleep.

He didn't know how long he slept, but a night breeze swept in, bringing a growing chill, and Linghu Chong awoke with

a start. Opening his eyes, he saw only embers of the campfire. Looking up, he saw countless stars and a full moon illuminating the ground in a silvery light; it was probably around midnight.

Suddenly, Linghu Chong realized that his master's wife, who had been sitting on the reclining ox rock, was gone. There was half a piece of white cloth on the rock; he went over and picked it up. He discovered that his master's wife had torn off half of her skirt and written several words in her own blood: "Immortals and heroes are all but empty; a sorrowful woman's soul grieves in an empty valley."

How can chastity compare to the weight of gratitude? I repay Linghu Chong with my own body. Signed: Ning Zhongze of Huashan, her final words. Linghu Chong, holding the half-spinned silk skirt, murmured in a daze, "I repay Linghu Chong with my own body… I repay Linghu Chong with my own body. Linghu Chong, you bastard, you deserve to die! In the face of life and death, what are you talking about with beautiful women! You and your master's wife were naked together; it was clearly your master's wife who sacrificed herself to save me." "I lost my virginity to you.

Yet you shut your ears and dared not think of it! My master's wife has a tragic fate; she wrote her final words, surely intending to take her own life. If anything happens to her, how can I live? I must find her and preserve her chastity before her!" Seeing the bloodstains on her skirt still wet, he guessed his master's wife hadn't gone far. He called out "Master's wife

" as he searched along the pool. After walking two or three miles along the pool, he saw a small hill not far ahead by the pool. At the edge of the hill was a sheer cliff, and in the moonlight, a beautiful woman in yellow stood hesitantly on it.

Who else could it be but Madam Yue? Knowing that calling out to Madam Yue at this moment would surely lead to his suicide by drowning, Linghu Chong quickened his pace and arrived behind her in a moment. He knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, and pleaded in a low voice, "Master's wife! This disciple truly did not know that I had defiled your chastity this day, incurring your great anger. Master's wife, please do not grieve. This disciple is willing to die to uphold your name." With that, he drew his sword and slit his own throat.

Madam Yue was startled when she first saw Linghu Chong. She left a letter as farewell, only wishing that before she died, Linghu Chong would know that she had sacrificed her chastity to save his life, and that the Yue family of the Huashan Sect were not all heartless and ungrateful people.

Suddenly, she saw him come looking for her. Having been intimate with him during the day and having left a letter explaining the truth, she was too ashamed to face him.

But then, as he spoke, he suddenly drew his sword and attempted suicide. In a moment of panic, she kicked the sword away, realizing the force of his blow was genuine.

She stamped her foot and cried, "Chong'er, you…why are you doing this!" Linghu Chong, sword in hand, grabbed his master's wife's long legs and burst into tears.

He wept bitterly, lamenting his life's misery. He had finally achieved the ability to stand tall and proud in the martial world, and had found a beautiful confidante—a blessing he should have had. But this tragedy had befallen him, branding him an incestuous scoundrel, and causing his beloved master's wife, whom he respected and loved, to contemplate suicide because of his loss of chastity.

Although he was carefree, he was helpless in the face of such adversity.

He only thought of committing suicide to atone for his master's wife's actions.

Seeing Linghu Chong's sincere crying, Ning Zhongze's almond-shaped eyes shed tears. After a moment, she said, "Chong'er, this is the will of Heaven. Although your master has acted against the natural order, firstly, my husband and I have always been loving, and secondly, although we are master and disciple in name, we are like mother and son in affection.

Although this matter was framed by an adulterer, it has still violated human relations.

You have a bright future ahead of you. Your master's wife has no other relatives in the world besides you, and has no more worries. Therefore, I left this letter to say goodbye, so that you know that not everyone in Huashan is heartless, and your master's wife has a heart that loves you."

Now that this has happened, I, your master's wife, have no face to live any longer. So please let me go.

After I'm gone, you and Miss Ren must grow old together... It's truly a tragic fate. Your relationship with Shan'er caused you so much suffering. She's already gone, and Heaven has sent me, her mother, to repay this debt with my own life.

I hope that after I die, you will always think of Shan'er and me, so that we, mother and son, can rest in peace!" With that, Madam Yue turned and leaped off the cliff in front of Linghu Chong.

Upon seeing his master's wife jump, Linghu Chong's mind went blank. He cried out "Master's wife!" and followed her off.

The cliff, though precipitous, wasn't very high; below lay the deep pool where Linghu Chong had long resided.

The two plunged into the pool one after the other with a thud. The pool was deep, but there were no large rocks or hard objects at the bottom, so they were both unharmed despite falling straight in. However, Madam Yue, having lived on Mount Hua for a long time, was not a good swimmer.

The pool water made her half-dizzy.

Linghu Chong and Yingying, having lived alone by the stream for many days, had long since developed excellent swimming skills. They swam forward a few strokes, grabbed Madam Yue's hands, and with a strong pull, their heads broke the surface.

Madam Yue coughed a few times and vomited some pool water.

Floating on the water, she had just barely escaped death, hovering between the cliff top and the pool below. She found herself being supported

by Linghu Chong, floating in the pool. In the moonlight, she saw her beloved disciple sacrifice himself by jumping off the cliff for her sake. Thinking of the countless grievances in her heart, she could no longer calm her emotions and burst into tears, throwing herself into Linghu Chong's arms. Between sobs, she pounded on Linghu Chong's broad chest with her small fists, repeatedly crying out, "You wretched man! You wretched man! How am I supposed to face anyone now?!" Linghu Chong dared not resist, letting his master's wife pound on him as he slowly helped her swim to the shore.

Once the two reached the shore, Madam Yue, having vomited water from the pool, had stopped crying and simply lowered her head, remaining silent. Linghu Chong knelt before his master's wife again, saying, "Master's wife, Heaven has spared our lives this time.

But I feel guilty, and once your anger has subsided, I will take my own life."

Ning Zhongze murmured for a moment. From birth to death, this experience had resolved many of her inner conflicts. Instead, her mind was clear, and she said, "Enough, enough! Chong'er, you and I, master and disciple, have already died once.

Let bygones be bygones! From now on, I will never speak of death again, and you must not attempt suicide!" Although Linghu Chong was still uneasy, seeing his master's wife's peaceful expression, no longer as extreme as before, he felt relieved and stood up.

Seeing that he and his master's wife were soaking wet and quite disheveled, shivering slightly in the night wind, he

looked around and saw a cave under some weeds and willow trees not far away. He led his master's wife there to seek shelter from the cold.

The cave was small, about three zhang in diameter and no more than two zhang deep, just enough for the two of them to barely find shelter.

Linghu Chong took out the tinder he carried with him. Fortunately, it was wrapped in layers of oiled paper, so even though they were soaked, the tinder could still be used to start a fire. He

then gathered some dry branches and built a fire inside the cave entrance.

Seeing his master's wife shivering, he knew she hadn't eaten all day and was now completely soaked and unable to withstand the night wind.

He then said, "I still have some roasted frogs by my junior sister's grave. I'll go get them. Master's wife, please take off your wet clothes and warm them over the fire.

Otherwise, the cold will seep into your body and you'll surely fall ill."

Without waiting for Madam Yue's reply, he turned and left the cave to fetch the roasted frogs and his personal belongings.

Madam Yue, still wearing wet clothes, was shivering from the cold despite the campfire.

Seeing her disciple's thoughtfulness, she guessed that his hasty departure to fetch the roasted frogs was to avoid suspicion, and that there was no one else in the deep mountains. So, she boldly took off her clothes, used two dry branches to heat them, and sat by the fire to warm herself, silently lost in thought.

Under the cold, starry night, Madam Yue, after days of searching for her daughter, being captured, humiliated, and rescued, and having suffered repeated blows—including self-inflicted loss of chastity and the sudden news of her beloved daughter's murder—felt overwhelmed with shame and contemplated suicide .

Despite her renowned reputation as the "Heroine of Mount Hua," she was, after all, just a woman.

Having endured repeated shocks, humiliations, loss of virginity, and a near-fall off a cliff, she no longer desired death, but her mind was in turmoil, and she felt utterly exhausted. Unconsciously, she drifted off to sleep.

Linghu Chong returned to his old spot, retrieved the package containing the roasted frog, and was about to turn back to his master's wife when he remembered that he had told her to dry her clothes before leaving so she wouldn't catch a cold. She must be drying clothes now, and he had already done something shameful to her; he shouldn't be so abrupt. He decided to wait a while until she was dressed before returning. With that thought, he leaned against Yue Lingshan's grave, gazing at the stars for a while, lost in thought.

Although his junior sister's infidelity and his master's malice pained him, he was a magnanimous person, and with Yingying by his side, he didn't dwell on it.

But fate played a cruel trick on him. By a twist of fate, he found himself having an affair with his master's wife, which filled him with unbearable shame and utter turmoil. From childhood, he had revered his master's wife as a celestial being. Even though everyone in Mount Hua regarded him as a traitor, his master's wife had always stood by his side.

The bonds of kindness and kinship had been thrown into chaos by his momentary carelessness. How could he face his master's wife in the future? How could he face Yingying? His master's wife had lived a life full of hardships. She was originally the wife of a righteous sect leader, with obedient disciples and a perfect match between her daughter and son-in-law. How happy she should have been!

All because his master was blinded by greed, he stole the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, causing his junior brother Lin to commit the heinous act of killing his junior sister. Furthermore, the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual and the Demonic Sect's Sunflower Manual shared the same origin.

Wasn't his master, like Dongfang Bubai, already a monstrous being, neither male nor female? Therefore, even if his master's wife returned to Mount Hua in the future, the master and mistress would never have the same affection as before… And during the day… he was, after all, a young man experiencing the ways of the world for the first time.

Although he was deluded by lust and his mind was clouded, the ecstasy of their encounters remained unreservedly buried deep within his heart.

At first, he only wished it were a dream, and for a long time afterward, he refused to admit that he and his master's wife had consummated their relationship, burying his head in the sand, hoping it was all a nightmare.

But Madam Yue's suicide note finally shattered his self-deception.

As he risked his life to save his master's wife, Linghu Chong secretly slapped himself, thinking, "You're covering your ears while stealing a bell! Slap you, you little lecher who bullied my master's wife! Slap you, you little hypocrite!"

Thinking back now, if he continued to conceal his actions, he would be no different from his master, a hypocrite.

Gazing at the stars, Linghu Chong couldn't help but recall the scene of his intimate encounter with his master's wife during the day.

Although he was in a daze at the time and didn't realize that the fairy in yellow in his dream was his respected master's wife, her slightly plump yet graceful figure and her incomparably beautiful buttocks were still vivid in his mind.

Although he and Yingying had been intimately close for a long time, they had never overstepped their bounds. Although Yingying came from a demonic sect and her love for him was known throughout the land, matters of the flesh were a matter of Confucian ethics, and she never allowed him near her.

The young man's first experience with marital relations, though fleeting, was still unforgettable. But after a moment's thought, he felt it was inappropriate; after

all, she was his revered master's wife. What was expedient then would now be disrespectful to his master's wife. Filled with remorse, he slapped himself twice, stood up, picked up his belongings, and made his way back to the cave where Madam Yue resided.

Not far from the cave, he suddenly heard Madam Yue scream from inside.

Startled, Linghu Chong hurried over.

Inside the cave, Madam Yue was only wearing a moon-white bodice, gesturing with half a withered twig in her hand.

Her dress, held atop two twigs by the fire, was already half burned away, while at the cave entrance, a large green snake, over ten feet long, raised its triangular head, flicking its red tongue, and hissed at Madam Yue through the fire. Their swords had been kicked away by Madam Yue on the cliff, and Linghu Chong had no time to search for them.

Seeing Madam Yue nearly naked and unarmed, unable to resist the venomous snake, Linghu Chong knew that if he had arrived even a moment later, he would surely have been bitten.

Upon seeing such a large venomous snake, Linghu Chong was also startled. He had no sword, but he had a dagger that Yingying had kept in her bag for his daily use.

Although only a foot long, it could be used as a sword in Linghu Chong's hands.

He drew his dagger, bent down, and slashed hard at the snake's tail. The dagger was incredibly sharp, severing the snake's tail in one swift motion.

The snake, in pain, turned and lunged at Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong took two steps back, and the snake missed its target.

Just as it was about to turn and bite again, Linghu Chong swung his right arm horizontally, severing the snake's head in one fell swoop. The snake's body writhed and twisted, its head baring its fangs and hissing on the ground. Although it wasn't dead for the time being, it could no longer harm anyone.

"Chong'er!" Startled, Madam Yue threw herself into Linghu Chong's broad chest, her arms involuntarily wrapping tightly around him. "Don't be afraid, Master's wife.

The snake has been killed!" Linghu Chong gently stroked his master's wife's back to comfort her, but found her skin smooth and slippery to the touch.

Only then did he realize that his master's wife was drying clothes, and she was currently only wearing a bodice, even less than what they had worn during their intimate moments earlier in the day. He felt incredibly embarrassed. To make matters worse, Madam Yue, who had just been awakened by a snake in her sleep, was now in a state of shock and disarray. The heroic and dignified demeanor of a legendary heroine had vanished in this deserted valley at night, leaving only the vulnerability and yearning for protection within her.

With his beautiful, almost naked master's wife in his arms, Linghu Chong felt guilty for not protecting her properly.

The mature fragrance emanating from Madam Yue's delicate body wafted over him.

Linghu Chong's heart skipped a beat, and his male instincts could no longer be controlled. He couldn't help but wrap his arms around his master's wife tightly, and his large hands boldly touched Madam Yue's smooth, pert buttocks before lowering his head to kiss her... "Chong'er! Let go!" After calming down a bit, Madam Yue already felt that it was inappropriate for her to be naked against her disciple. Suddenly seeing Linghu Chong's strange expression and his sudden lewdness, she became alert. She pushed Linghu Chong away forcefully, and when she wanted to find a dress to cover herself, she realized that she had been sleeping too long and her dress was already burned. She was only wearing a bodice that barely covered her navel, and even her pubic hair and private parts were exposed. She quickly covered her chest with one hand and her private parts with the other, retreating to the corner of the cave.

Linghu Chong, startled by his master's wife's resistance,

quickly knelt down again, kowtowing repeatedly: "Master's wife, please calm your anger, this disciple is guilty."

Seeing that he had regained his composure, Madam Yue's heart calmed.

Having been a wife for many years, and seeing him kneeling there, she thought to herself that this young man was already of age and had never experienced love. Today's events had taken an unexpected turn; he had tasted the pleasures of love for the first time, and although he was poisoned, he must have found it hard to resist.

She herself had been caught in a dangerous situation and couldn't control herself, so she couldn't blame him for throwing himself into her arms.

In the firelight, she saw his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a truly masculine figure. Her daughter was not meant for him.

She had lost her virginity to him for some reason, yet he treated her with such reverence, kneeling there at the slightest provocation. A wave of emotion washed over her.

Seeing his deep and sincere kowtow, she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

After a while, Madam Yue said sweetly, "Chong'er, you're young and impetuous, so I won't blame you.

Your clothes aren't dry yet, go and warm yourself by the fire.

It's just that your mistress overslept and burned her clothes..." She trailed off, her face flushed with shyness, unable to say anything more.

Linghu Chong took out a white robe he usually wore from his bundle, not daring to look up. He knelt and respectfully presented it to Madam Yue, saying, "Mistress, please make do with this for now."

Madam Yue took the robe and draped it over herself; it was loose and large, but it provided warmth and modesty.

Without a belt, she could only barely wrap herself up to support her delicate frame as Linghu Chong sat down to warm himself by the fire. She then mustered her courage and quietly sat down beside him.

Linghu Chong took out a roasted frog, heated it over the fire, and handed it to Madam Yue. Madam Yue didn't stand on ceremony and ate a few, but ultimately, preoccupied with her own thoughts, she couldn't eat the rest.

Outside the cave, a cold wind howled, but inside, the two warmed themselves by the fire, the firelight illuminating the cave.

Linghu Chong poked at the fire with a half-dried branch, secretly blaming himself for his lawless and frivolous behavior. Even his initial act of conjugal relations with his master's wife was due to a plot by the Demonic Sect; though morally wrong, he felt no remorse. His only regret was that he had defiled his master's wife—a heinous crime for which death was not a loss.

But in his moment of lucidity, he had been so disrespectful to his master's wife. Was he truly destined to become a lecherous thief like Tian Boguang? Ning Zhongze stared at the flames, her heart filled with unease.

She had lost her virginity to her disciple, and her suicide attempt failed. How could she face the world now? Her husband was despicable, her beloved daughter had died tragically—what was the point of returning to the martial world? Chong'er and Miss Ren are a match made in heaven. Although her submission to him was only a temporary expedient, Chong'er, being a young man with youthful vigor and fresh-faced experience, was bound to be tempted. In his moment of passion, he even laid hands on her. What if Miss Ren finds out about their affair when they reunite? This boy is kind-hearted, and although he has a reputation as a playboy, he is a gentleman in essence. He is

a hundred times better than his master.

But that frivolous behavior just now... Oh well.

After all, he is young and couldn't resist beauty.

It's not a huge loss.

It's just tonight. What will tomorrow bring? Madam Yue pondered without finding a solution.

The campfire had unknowingly dried Linghu Chong's wet clothes.

A masculine aura wafted over.

Madam Yue couldn't help but curl up her legs, hugging her knees with her hands, and turned to look at Linghu Chong, only to see him still fiddling with the dry wood in the campfire, seemingly lost in thought.

Linghu Chong was also filled with turmoil. Suddenly, he turned his head and saw Madam Yue's beautiful eyes gazing at him. Although she was wrapped in his robe, her embroidered shoes were left unworn by the fire, and she wasn't wearing trousers. Her long, slender, jade-like legs and delicate little feet were curled up outside the robe. Coupled with her beautiful and dignified face, illuminated by the firelight, she was more elegant than his daughter and more beautiful than Ren Yingying, even though she was a married woman. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, but remembering that he had already repeatedly humiliated his master's wife that day, he knew that

to indulge in lust now would be worse than being a pig or a dog. He quickly composed himself and continued tending the fire.

Seeing Linghu Chong's expression, how could Madam Yue, a wife of many years, not know what he was thinking?

Suddenly, a warm feeling enveloped her heart. "Chong'er."

In the deep darkness, beside the blazing fire, Madam Yue looked at her disciple and, for some reason, recalled their intimate moments during the day. Her face flushed with shyness, she couldn't help but call out softly.

"What are your orders, Master's wife? If you are sleepy, you can sleep for a while. Your disciple will keep watch for you."

Hearing his master's wife's gentle call, Linghu Chong suppressed his wicked thoughts and dared not raise his head. "Alas... foolish boy.

How can I still be your master's wife after you treat me like this today?" Seeing Linghu Chong's obedience, Madam Yue's heart, which had been quietly stirring, felt a little lost.

She murmured unconsciously.

Linghu Chong knew he had wronged Madam Yue, but having just experienced the pleasures of love, his youthful passion was hard to suppress.

Although Madam Yue was over forty and his teacher's wife, the boundaries of parental relations were extremely important and difficult for ordinary people to cross.

However, firstly, the two had already consummated their marriage during the day by a twist of fate, and secondly, Madam Yue was incomparably beautiful. Now, by sheer coincidence, she was half-naked in the cold night, alone in a secluded valley with him.

How could he not be tempted? He only felt pity for his teacher's wife's grief over losing her daughter and her virginity, and her suicide for him. He felt guilty, and he also thought of their teacher-student relationship and mother-son bond. He was not currently under the influence of aphrodisiacs, and he felt it would be against the natural order to indulge in lust again.

But he was not truly insane; he understood the meaning behind his teacher's wife's words.

He felt a warm glow in his heart.

In a state of intoxication and passion, Linghu Chong unconsciously reached out his right arm and gently embraced Madam Yue's slender waist.

Madam Yue suddenly felt a tightness around her waist; her disciple had embraced her. His hands trembled, and he dared not exert any force. Overjoyed, she glanced at Linghu Chong, who dared not look at her, and gently rested her head on his shoulder, her delicate hand fiddling with the corner of his robe, her heart pounding.

With his master's wife leaning on him like this, Linghu Chong tensed even more, the dry branch in his hand falling into the fire.

In the deep of night, in the deserted valley by the fire, a man and a woman whispered sweet nothings.

What master's wife, disciple? Having gone through life and death, sharing the joys of love, how could morality remain? One was the sect leader's wife, beautiful and unparalleled, a woman like a wolf.

The other was a carefree, unruly young man, fearless and reckless.

The bonds of master and disciple, though still maintained, are now blurred by the vicissitudes of life. Stripped of her roles as a chivalrous

heroine, a young sect leader, and the complexities of master-disciple and mother-son,

the cave now holds only a man and a woman, both wounded by the loss of their loved ones, licking their wounds.

The moment she rested her head on Linghu Chong's shoulder, Madam Yue felt a sudden clarity: such a foolish son, such a virtuous disciple, had been suppressed for far too long under the pseudo-righteousness of the Huashan Gentleman's Sword.

She too was unable to return home; what harm was there in a brief affair? Firstly, it would repay his repeated acts of kindness in repaying evil.

Secondly, a young man, once he had tasted the intoxicating pleasures of women, would inevitably harbor wild thoughts. Moreover, given his high martial arts skills and the presence of unorthodox individuals around him, without the guidance of Miss Ren, he might easily succumb to prostitution or even illicit sexual relations.

Although she had given herself to save her beloved disciple, she had still defiled his virginity, and it was her responsibility as his teacher and mother to prevent him from going astray.

Thirdly, since her husband's self-castration, she had long been without marital relations. Even with her chivalrous nature, she couldn't escape the sorrow of her own bedchamber.

If she had committed suicide then, it would have been fine.

Now, alive and alone with him in this desolate place, naked, he both respected and loved her, and although she regarded him as her son, they

had still shared pleasure.

Human relations were broken, and she was no longer pure.

He, on the other hand, was a chivalrous man she could entrust her life to; any further marital relations with him would at most be considered love between a man and a woman, not that she was a lewd person.

Under the caress of his teacher's wife, Linghu Chong could no longer control himself, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy. The tender moments they shared

during the day seemed vivid in his mind.

He couldn't help but say, "Master's wife, please don't do this.

This disciple... this disciple is afraid that I won't be able to control myself and will disrespect you. In that case, I will be letting down both Master and my deceased junior sister..." Madam Yue raised her pretty face

, her expression shy and reproachful, "Silly child, what have you done to wrong your Master! He wronged you. As for your junior sister... well, it's just that Shan'er had a hard life." Speaking of Yue Lingshan, the raging fire that had just ignited in Madam Yue's heart was suddenly extinguished, and tears streamed down her face.

"Master's wife, it's all my fault!" Seeing his master's wife in tears, Linghu Chong quickly comforted her, wiping away her tears with his sleeve. Seeing Linghu Chong's gentle and considerate nature, Madam Yue could no longer suppress her grievances. She threw herself into Linghu Chong's arms and burst into tears, angrily pounding his chest with her small fists as she cried.

She kept shouting, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault, you heartless little brat!" The usually dignified and loving master's wife was now crying and whining like a young girl in his arms.

Linghu Chong was overwhelmed with emotion.

Although he had her in his arms,

thinking of his master's wife's years of nurturing and all the wrongdoing she had done today,

he was at a loss .

Madam Yue cried for a long time, then suddenly stopped.

Holding Linghu Chong's shoulder, she gently kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

Linghu Chong's body trembled, and the two stared at each other in silence for a moment.

Seeing the shy and expectant look on Madam Yue's face in his arms, his courage surged, and he boldly lowered his head to kiss Madam Yue's pretty face as well.

His tongue tasted the tear stains on Madam Yue's cheek, but it was both bitter and astringent.

Finally, the lips of mother and son were pressed together.

Madam Yue's fragrant tongue slid into Linghu Chong's mouth, and the two of them trembled involuntarily at the touch of their tongues.

Linghu Chong felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

The moment his tongue touched his master's wife's tongue, he went berserk: What about the relationship between master and disciple? What about the righteous sects and heretics? Yue Buqun, Yue Lingshan, Lin Pingzhi? What are they! They've humiliated him so many times that he's contemplated suicide, and in the end, the only ones who truly love him are his master's wife and Yingying! But thinking of Yingying, Linghu Chong couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

He had already wronged his master's wife by committing incest with her.

And now he was still holding her in a passionate kiss, wondering how she was doing on Hengshan. But these thoughts were fleeting. The exquisite, intoxicating sensation of a young man's tongue intertwining with that of a middle-aged beauty made it impossible for him to think any further.

A long, drawn-out kiss.

Linghu Chong's arms tightened around Madam Yue, his hands roughly caressing her shapely buttocks through her long robe.

Madam Yue's arms tightened around Linghu Chong, neither wanting to part from the other's lips and tongue... Finally, Linghu Chong lifted his lips from Madam Yue's cherry lips and

called out with deep affection and embarrassment, "Master's wife."

"Mmm,"

Madam Yue responded softly.

Their recent kiss had already sealed their hearts.

Without Linghu Chong needing to say anything, she naturally knew what he was thinking.

Slowly rising to her feet, she felt somewhat embarrassed in front of him.

So, with her back to him, she began to unwrap the long robe she wore.

As the robe fell to the ground, Madam Yue's voluptuous and mature female body was fully revealed before Linghu Chong.

She gently unfastened the chain of her bodice, removing the last shred of clothing, and slowly loosened the hair tied in her hair. With a flick of her wrist, her beautiful hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching her waist.

The middle-aged woman, with her rounded buttocks, long legs, jet-black hair, and snow-white skin, was as dignified, beautiful, and unapproachable as Guanyin.

Linghu Chong, having stripped naked, stood there. Madam Yue turned around, her face flushed with embarrassment, covering her mysterious dark triangle between her legs with her hands.

Her beautiful breasts were fully exposed to Linghu Chong's eyes. After all, she was his master's wife. At this crucial moment, Linghu Chong suddenly dared not look directly at Madam Yue's naked body, lowering his head in embarrassment, yet unable to resist stealing glances at her unclothed form. Seeing Linghu Chong's awkwardness, his bulging muscles, and his erect penis that dared not rise, Madam Yue felt both ashamed and amused.

"Calling you a fool is an understatement; you really are a silly child."

Madam Yue, being a woman of many experiences, walked up to Linghu Chong and generously grasped his manhood with her delicate hand, gently stroking it while pressing her fair body tightly against her disciple.

Madam Yue was over forty, her youth gone, and her breasts had begun to sag slightly.

But her skin was as white as snow, and her breasts were large. What was even more endearing were her beautiful nipples, which, although brownish-red rather than pink like a young girl's, were truly stunning. Her smooth belly was slightly protruding, but not bloated. At this moment, she pressed her breasts tightly against Linghu Chong's arm, her beautiful nipples restlessly rubbing back and forth on his arm. How could Linghu Chong not be aroused? Linghu Chong let Madam Yue hold his penis and play with it. With one hand, he held Madam Yue tightly in his arms and continued to kiss her Frenchly, while with the other hand, he timidly grasped one of Madam Yue's breasts and gently kneaded it.

"Chong'er, we are now husband and wife.

Your master's wife is yours today.

Don't be shy, the joy of the bridal chamber lies in indulgence. The Huashan Sect are all hypocrites, and your master is a false gentleman who has taught you to be dull-witted. Marital

relations should be spontaneous. Consider this your wedding night, and your master's wife is your bride.

Your master's wife will grant all your desires; this is the essence of matters between men and women.

You don't need to be so cautious." After the kiss, seeing that he was still cautiously caressing her, Madam Yue stroked Linghu Chong's penis while whispering in his ear, biting his earlobe.

The scent of his master's wife in his ear aroused Linghu Chong, making him lose his senses.

Hearing her words of encouragement, he boldly declared, "Master's wife, I want to nurse!" Upon uttering these words, Linghu Chong blushed deeply.

He understood that this valley was a gift from heaven, a way of apologizing to him, and his master's wife was his bride.

But after all, he had treated her with utmost respect for twenty years.

Even in the throes of passion, when it came to consummating their marriage, he still felt embarrassed to express his desires for her.

"Chong'er! Husband! My good son! Master's wife is all yours!" Holding her disciple's penis in her hand, inhaling the strong masculine scent emanating from Linghu Chong,

Madam Yue felt a surge of abandon! Today, she would relinquish everything, for her disciple, she would become his woman completely! And for herself, for she was, after all, a woman. What

did she care about the turmoil of the martial world tomorrow! She only wanted a peaceful wedding night! Linghu Chong bent down and grasped his master's wife's breasts, like a child bringing his mouth close to them, sucking desperately on her left nipple... "Master's wife! Master's wife!" Linghu Chong murmured infatuatedly.

These were the breasts his master's wife never shared with anyone other than his master and junior sister! From this day forward, his master's wife was his woman! Watching his disciple in his arms, who had finished sucking on his left nipple and was now rubbing his face vigorously against his right nipple,

the intoxicating pleasure on her nipples gradually made Madam Yue lose herself: "Good boy, good husband! Touch your master's wife, touch your master's wife down there."

Linghu Chong squatted down, staring at the mysterious peach blossom spring three inches below his master's wife's navel.

This was the first time in over twenty years that he had truly and carefully seen a woman's private parts.

The first person to openly allow him to examine her private parts was none other than his revered master's wife… He first brushed aside Madam Yue's dark pubic hair with his hand. He

tried to pinch her clitoris with two fingers, attempting to pull the foreskin back higher. No one needs to teach him; men are naturally curious about a woman's mysterious parts, and they unconsciously touch and explore them… He wanted to see more clearly the mystery of his master's genitals, which his master had once played with and which his junior sister had touched when she was born, and to remember it more clearly after touching it carefully! Madam Yue's pink and delicate vulva was completely exposed to Linghu Chong. Looking at his master's wife's most mysterious and beautiful vulva, Linghu Chong couldn't help but look up at Madam Yue.

He saw that Madam Yue, with her hair hanging low, had a blush on her face, her eyes filled with longing and encouragement.

He boldly stuck out his tongue and licked his master's wife's clitoris; it tasted fragrant yet salty.

Madam Yue, itching from Linghu Chong's licking, giggled, her naked body trembling, her breasts shaking violently.

She gently tapped Linghu Chong's head, giggling as she reached out to cover her private parts again, trying to stop him.

He was tasting all of his master's wife's beauty, all of what his wicked master had once possessed.

Linghu Chong was filled with lust; all sense of propriety and shame had been completely forgotten in the face of sexual desire.

Although he couldn't change his address and still called her "Master's Wife," in his eyes at this moment, the Master's Wife, who had abandoned her reputation and wealth, was merely a beautiful woman belonging to him, while he was just a strong young man.

All moral boundaries had been completely broken! After licking and teasing Madam Yue's flower bud, Linghu Chong stood up again, and the two of them, both completely naked, stared at each other once more.

Madam Yue, teased by Linghu Chong, giggled, her pink neck already flushed with embarrassment.

Looking at the burning fire in his eyes, Madam Yue stopped laughing, and suddenly felt embarrassed again.

At this moment, Linghu Chong's intense gaze boldly swept over her naked body, making her incredibly shy. Madam Yue felt as if she had truly returned to the night of her wedding night with Yue Buqun.

She lowered her head.

Her long, black hair couldn't hide the girlish blush on Madam Yue's face.

"Master's Wife,"

Linghu Chong said, grasping Madam Yue's delicate hands. His erect penis, throbbing with veins after exploring her body, was now throbbing. To Madam Yue, this "Master's Wife" was no longer the respectful address it once was, but a tender plea for pleasure.

"Mmm,"

Madam Yue replied, lowering her head shyly as she withdrew her hands from his.

She knelt down, gracefully unfolding the long robe that had fallen to the ground and laying it flat.

She knew this tattered robe was the new bed he and her disciple would use in their bridal chamber. Now, she no longer possessed the unrestrained joy of foreplay with her disciple; instead, she felt the same shyness and fear she had felt when she had rested her head on his shoulder. Her heart pounded wildly once more.

After laying out the robe, Madam Yue gently knelt and crawled on it, using her hands as a pillow to support her head. She bent over, sticking out her pink buttocks, and spread her legs, exposing her fair buttocks and the moist, tender flesh below to Linghu Chong.

Her long, black hair cascaded down in front of her, which she hoped would conceal the shyness and longing on her face.

The fairy in yellow from her dream.

Now, naked, she lay in a position for intercourse, awaiting him.

Linghu Chong's heart fluttered with desire.

Although he had only tasted the forbidden fruit in a half-dreaming state during the day, the scene of intercourse in his dream was vivid in his mind, and he had secretly savored it during his leisure time.

Now that it was truly happening, he still vaguely remembered how to do it.

Linghu Chong knelt behind his master's wife, one hand pressing on one of her snow-white, shapely buttocks, the other grasping his hard penis, trying to probe his master's wife's tender flower with the purplish-red glans.

Because Madam Yue's buttocks were sticking out quite high, Linghu Chong tried several times without success, still unable to find the entrance to his master's wife's vulva.

His hot, hard glans rubbed aimlessly against her vulva, arousing Madam Yue even more.

She reached a delicate hand from between her legs, gently pinching Linghu Chong's penis, and slightly lowered her waist, guiding him to insert his manhood little by little into her wet vulva.

The beautiful master's wife's thirsty vulva tightly held Linghu Chong's manhood, and for the second time that day, the young man's hot penis was inserted into the woman's smooth vagina.

The first friction between Linghu Chong's sensitive glans and Madam Yue's vagina caused both of them to scream with pleasure simultaneously.

That intoxicating pleasure turned this master and disciple, mother and son, who were already burdened with immense guilt, into utter slaves to their instincts. What of the carefree life in the martial world? What of dominating the martial arts world? All of that was just a passing cloud! The ecstatic pleasure of marital relations was their shared goal at that moment. Linghu Chong, lost in passion, had cast aside his

unrequited love for his junior sister and his beloved wife. Before him lay only his master's wife's beautiful, lily-like white buttocks and his own raging, dragon-like penis thrusting in and out of her vulva. He was playing with his master's wife! He wasn't just playing with his master's wife; he was venting his frustration at the injustice of fate, seeking revenge on his master! Seeking revenge on his junior sister! I want to play with your wife! Play with your mother! But was this truly his purpose? Amidst the passion of lovemaking, his master's wife gasped softly. Though he couldn't see whether her expression was one of shyness, ecstasy, or guilt, her affection for him was undeniable. The tender care she had shown him before, like a mother's love, now tinged with dependence. Would his actions hurt her? No! In his union with Madam Yue, Linghu Chong felt he had found his true home. His junior sister's capriciousness and Yingying's unruliness weren't what he truly desired. From childhood, he had envied his master for having such a gentle and virtuous wife. Influenced by her, how could he not have wished in his youth to marry such a beautiful and chivalrous woman, outwardly strong but inwardly gentle? Even if he married his master's wife, so what? Wasn't there a legendary hero of the past dynasty, Yang the Great, who married his master, becoming a celebrated figure in the martial arts world? " I bear the name of a prodigal son, so what does it matter to me if I marry my master's wife— a matter of heresy?" Thinking this, Linghu Chong's lust flared, and he gripped his master's wife's two snow-white, upturned buttocks, thrusting even more violently. "No! Chong'er! Be gentle, I can't take it!" Madam Yue, her buttocks raised, moaned and pleaded softly as Linghu Chong relentlessly pounded into her. But the young man's ecstatic absorption in his first experience of marital intimacy was not something she could easily forgive. Madam Yue felt her mind reeling from her disciple's penis! As wanton as Madam Yue was, she seemed to see Yue Buqun without his beard. The once awe-inspiring gentleman swordsman, her husband, had actually castrated himself to practice swordsmanship. He even needed to apply his beard every day. She was left alone in her chambers, living a life of widowhood, which was bad enough, but in the end, she harmed herself and others, and even her daughter… As a female knight of Mount Hua, her husband had schemed to merge the Five Mountains Sword Sects, a position of unparalleled honor in the eyes of outsiders. But the heroic spirit and passionate love of her youth had long since been worn away by her husband's hypocritical behavior. She knew her beloved disciple, Linghu Chong, had been wronged and unjustly accused, yet she dared not speak out against it. She was a woman in her prime, destined for a life of loneliness and hardship, yet she willingly endured it all. And what did she get in return? Instead of the Huashan Sect's rise to prominence, her husband became a laughingstock in the martial arts world, and her beloved daughter died far from home… Shan'er… When Madam Yue was captivated by Linghu Chong, her body trembled and her hair flew wildly. The pleasure of copulating with the young man, the guilt of losing her womanly virtue, and the lament for her misfortune were all intertwined. She had long forgotten her roles as master and disciple, and her moans became uncontrollable cries of pleasure. Madam Yue's incessant moans excited Linghu Chong even more, but she herself became even more confused, completely unaware of what was happening. Madam Yue, already in a daze, quietly raised her head, and at that moment, she seemed to see Yue Lingshan before her. Yue Lingshan, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and carrying a long sword, still had the demeanor of a young girl from Mount Hua. At this moment, seeing her respected mother and her beloved senior brother engaging in this incestuous act with abandon, she showed no resentment or anger. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and all she could see was guilt. In a daze, she seemed to be saying to Madam Yue, "Eldest Brother is a good man. Our Yue family owes him too much, and I am already unable to repay him. I feel even more ashamed that Mother had to lose her virginity in his place. Although Mother's actions were unbecoming of a woman, in this situation, Mother cannot be blamed. I only wish that Mother and Eldest Brother could grow old together, treating each other kindly. That would be enough for my life..." Suddenly, Yue Lingshan disappeared... Madam Yue's heart sank slightly, and the unconscious moans she had made during her ecstasy abruptly stopped. Linghu Chong, behind her, was slightly surprised to hear his master's wife stop moaning. He resumed his vigorous thrusts. Madam Yue, lying on her arm, was feeling melancholy. Suddenly, she felt Linghu Chong's hands, which were pressing against her buttocks, knead them even more forcefully. Then came a series of violent thrusts, like a whirlwind, each one pushing his penis almost to the very bottom of her vagina, sending waves of pleasure through her and bringing her to a sudden climax! Her vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably. The extreme physical pleasure, coupled with a sudden sense of loss, brought tears to Madam Yue's eyes once more, but this time, unlike the previous times when she felt deeply ashamed and wronged. Whether it was joy or sorrow, she couldn't say. She only knew that as she reached her climax and her vaginal fluids flowed freely, Linghu Chong also ejaculated his scalding hot semen. The love fluids of the master and disciple, mother and son, alternated and mingled within Madam Yue's vagina, forming a pool. As Linghu Chong withdrew his penis from her vulva, Madam Yue's vagina, already ravaged by their lovemaking, flowed forth like a spring, the essence of their intercourse dripping onto the long robe spread on the floor… Although there was no virginity bleeding, the white robe still bore the mark of this illicit affair between mother and son… Afterwards, Linghu Chong and Madam Yue lay naked together on the robe, facing each other, exchanging a knowing smile. There was no guilt, only shyness. There was no pretense, only sincerity. No need for further words, their feelings were self-evident. The loving couple embraced and nestled together for a while before Linghu Chong finally spoke, "Master's wife..." Before he could finish, Madam Yue gently pressed her hand to his lips and whispered shyly, "Silly child, if I told you how you treat me, how could I still be your master's wife?" "This..." Linghu Chong was somewhat at a loss. "Do you know who I saw just now?" Madam Yue ignored Linghu Chong's dazed state and murmured, "Just now, when we were husband and wife, I think I saw Lingshan." "Junior Sister? Where is she?" After their lovemaking, his mind had cleared, and upon hearing Yue Lingshan, Linghu Chong couldn't help but ask. Madam Yue leaned against his arm, her delicate hand holding Linghu Chong's large hand and gently stroking her jade-like leg. She whispered, "Shan'er is right in front of us, watching us become husband and wife."

She said she was sorry to you, and knew that my family had wronged you. I am a mother repaying her debt to her son, and a wife repaying her husband's debt.

Let me treat you well.

And let you treat me well too..." As she spoke, Madam Yue's face turned even redder, and her voice became as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Master's wife, you have wronged me with such love, how dare I betray you?"

Linghu whispered fearfully in Madam Yue's ear.

"I said, now that we have consummated our marriage, you must never utter the words 'Master's wife' again."

Madam Yue felt slightly displeased that he still called her "Master's wife."

"Disciple... I understand.

From now on, may I call you Sister Ning?" "Hmm, although I am Ling Shan's mother, you two are not bound by marriage, and you are no longer a member of Mount Hua. The title of 'Master's Wife' is a thing of the past. I am more than ten years older than you, so it is only right that I call you 'Sister'.

Chong'er... I'm sorry, but I can't change my way of addressing you. May I still call you Chong'er?" Madam Yue stroked Linghu Chong's broad chest and asked in a sweet voice.

"I will listen to everything you say, Master... Sister Ning.

I had some realizations when we became husband and wife

just now. There was a hero named Yang who was able to marry his master. Now, my master is abandoned by everyone, and I am a notorious rogue in the martial arts world. Even if I marry you, my master's wife, what does it matter if I marry a remarried woman?"

He lowered his head and kissed Ning Zhongze in his arms. The two shared another long and unforgettable kiss.

From then on, Ning Zhongze no longer referred to herself as Madam Yue, but continued to use the name Ning Zhongze, the Jade Maiden

of Mount Hua. Ning Zhongze suddenly raised her face, her expression full of sorrow, and said, "Although you disregard your reputation, I am, after all, a woman. It's one thing for us to commit incest in this secluded valley, but how can we publicize it in the martial world? Besides, you and Miss Ren are a perfect couple, as everyone knows.

You must not ruin your future for someone as unfortunate as me."

After speaking, she let out a long sigh. Mentioning Yingying, Linghu Chong felt a pang of heartache.

He himself was immoral, committing incest with his master's wife. His first experience with the pleasures of men and women had been filled with lust, and he was only willing to die for his master's wife.

But Yingying was both his beloved and his savior, putting him in a difficult position. They embraced for a moment, their thoughts swirling.

Yet, lying naked in each other's arms felt like a wedding night. Linghu Chong, young and carefree, was preoccupied with his own troubles.

The thought of his master's wife's devoted love stirred his desires again.

His hands began to wander over Ning Zhongze's naked body.

Ning Zhongze, too, had been deprived of marital intimacy for a long time. Once touched, her desires were hard to suppress. Moreover, Linghu Chong was young and handsome, and after her brush with death, she had abandoned all notions of chastity and reputation.

Furthermore, as a young man, although his marital relations were still inexperienced, his energy far surpassed that of Yue Buqun.

His teasing further stirred her heart, and she willingly threw herself into his arms. They made love several more times until dawn, when they finally fell asleep naked in each other's arms, reluctant to part.

She slept until the afternoon.

Linghu Chong, driven by youthful passion, couldn't resist again seeking pleasure with Ning Zhongze. Ning Zhongze, however, was already hungry and thirsty, and being naturally clean, she felt the cave was too simple to live in.

So she insisted on dragging him to catch frogs and gather fruit to tidy up their bridal chamber.

Ning Zhongze was meticulous and skillful; in half a day, she cleaned the cave thoroughly. She went back to the cliff to find her longsword, split wood to make a door, piled stones for a stove, and stacked grass for a bed, transforming the small cave into a warm and inviting home.

From then on, the two spent their days tending to Yue Lingshan's grave.

At night, they would spend their nights in the small cave, enjoying a carefree and happy life.

Before they knew it, a month had passed.

Linghu Chong realized that the date for Xu and Yingying's reunion had been far overdue.

He feared she would worry about him, and he also feared she would come looking for him and find him living with his master's wife.

His face was filled with sorrow, and for several days he couldn't even muster the desire to be intimate with Ning Zhongze.

Ning Zhongze was wise and virtuous; although their relationship was fleeting, she treated him with the tenderness of a child. Seeing his unhappiness, she knew his distress.

After their lovemaking that night, seeing him tossing and turning, unable to sleep, she herself sat alone facing the cave wall, pondering for

a long time. Suddenly, she sat up and said to Linghu Chong, "Chong'er, we've been here for over a month now. These past two days, I've noticed you seem distracted. I suppose you can't let go of the affairs of the martial world and Miss Ren, right?" Linghu Chong also sat up, bowed his head, and pondered, "Sister Ning is right.

I love and respect you, and I wouldn't dare lie to you. My fellow disciples from Hengshan and Yingying have an appointment with me. I want to meet with them first, settle the sect's affairs, and then explain the situation to Yingying." "Farewell. I will return here to grow old with you, sister. What do you think, sister?" Ning Zhongze smiled and said, "You are the head of Hengshan Sect. The martial world is in turmoil right now. It is your duty to return. As for you and Miss Ren, you are a perfect match. Once your worldly affairs are over, go and marry her.

Our brief marriage was just a cruel twist of fate. I am much older than you and already married. How can I ruin your future? Go.

Go..." After saying this, Ning Zhongze lowered her head and remained silent. Seeing Ning Zhongze so pitiful, Linghu Chong felt a great pang of pity. He hurriedly

said, "Sister Ning, don't worry, I won't go.

But I'm afraid Yingying will come looking for me here because I broke my promise.

How about we find a quiet place to be husband and wife forever?" Ning Zhongze shook her head and said softly, "It's not that I'm jealous.

I've really thought it through.

This is where Shan'er is buried.

I will live here in seclusion and stay with her forever, and I won't go anywhere else.

As for you... everyone knows about you and Miss Ren.

If I love you, how can I let you be known as a philanderer, a womanizer, and someone who loves new things and gets tired of old ones? If you're willing, after you leave, you can come here alone to meet me for a few days every year on the anniversary of Shan'er's death." " I'll be content

then. The moon is bright and the stars are few tonight, perfect for our journey. Under the cover of night, we won't have to worry about the martial world knowing you once lived here. Let's go now!" She turned and took the longsword she had wrapped in her bag, handing it to Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong saw that she was wearing the robe he had worn when they first became husband and wife, stained with their love fluids. Although she was naturally clean, the stain was from their first vows, and she couldn't bear to wash it off. She usually only wore Linghu Chong's undergarment, using the robe as their shared blanket. Wearing it now showed her unwavering affection.

His heart ached, and he longed to be with her, but then he remembered Ning Zhongze's words; her tone wasn't angry, but sincere.

His longing for Yingying and his desire to protect the nuns of Hengshan rekindled.

He rose, dressed, and bowed several times to Ning Zhongze. Turning to leave, he couldn't bear to stand there.

Seeing him like this, Ning Zhongze sobbed and threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

She whispered in his ear, "After this parting, I don't know what the future holds for you. If

anyone asks about me, tell them I've learned that Shan'er is dead and has committed suicide.

I hope you won't break our promise of a year; we'll meet again then." With that, she kissed his neck, gritted her teeth, and pushed him out the door.

No matter how much Linghu Chong knocked on the wooden door, Ning Zhongze remained turned away, refusing to open it. Through the door, he could only hear her murmuring, "Chong Lang, Chong Lang..." Then he heard her recite: "I casually pluck a peony, its beauty beyond compare, my black hair alone faces the cliff of heartbreak.

Passion and desire are hard to separate, sorrow is hard to dispel, I will devote myself to the Bodhisattva, let bygones be bygones, let bygones be bygones!" It was Ning Zhongze reciting a poem, "Huanxi Sha," and

after she finished, there was no more sound in the cave. Linghu Chong knew he was in the wrong. But he thought of the dangers of the martial world, and how his master's wife had suffered so much. She had spent so much time with him since she had lost her daughter and her virginity.

All traces of his former bravado had vanished.

He was now surprisingly calm and serene when tending to his own needs.

Though he indulged in the pleasures of lovemaking, he remained utterly at peace afterward.

He seemed to have reached a profound understanding and would no longer attempt suicide.

It was truly a good end for her to live in seclusion amidst these green hills and clear waters, with her junior sister by her side, free from the entanglements of past grudges and the burdens of worldly ethics and moral transgressions.

I only need to keep my promise to visit her once a year, and always remember the kindness my master's wife had shown me.

Having said this, he left under the cover of night, his mind heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Linghu Chong walked alone for an hour, arriving at the very spot where he had rescued his master's wife years before.

Suddenly, a woman's voice cried out "Ah!" from afar. It was Yingying. Linghu Chong thought to himself, "Yingying really came?" Then he heard footsteps, and the two of them came running one after the other. He heard Yingying calling out repeatedly, "Brother Chong, Brother Chong, your master wants to kill you. You mustn't come out!"

Linghu Chong was shocked. "Why does my master want to kill me?" He then heard Yingying shout again, "Brother Chong, run! Your master wants to kill you!"

She was calling out with all her might, clearly wanting Linghu Chong to run away at the sound of her voice.

Amidst the calls, she appeared, her hair disheveled, a long sword in her hand, rushing towards him. Yue Buqun, empty-handed, chased after her. Seeing that Yingying was only ten steps away from stepping into a trap in the darkness, Linghu Chong was at a loss…

(The End)

That day, Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying buried Yue Lingshan.

They bowed several times before the grave.

Standing up, they looked around and saw that they were surrounded by mountains, nestled in a valley. Before them lay a pool of clear water, lush trees, wildflowers everywhere, and birdsong filling the air—a truly serene place.

Yingying said, "Let's stay here for a while, to heal our wounds and keep vigil at our graves."

Linghu Chong said, "Excellent.

Junior Sister is all alone in this desolate place. Even if she were a ghost, she would be very timid."

Yingying was quite taken aback by his words and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The two lingered at the grave for a long time. Linghu Chong said, "It's only a two or three-day journey to Hengshan. All the sisters there should have already returned. Now that the Hengshan sect leader has passed away, my succession is only temporary. But the turmoil in the martial world hasn't subsided yet. Who knows what tricks Zuo Lengchan and Lin Pingzhi will hatch? Yingying, your wisdom surpasses mine tenfold. I have a request, but I don't know if I should ask it?" Yingying sighed softly, and after a moment said, "Brother Chong, we are of one mind. If you want to keep vigil for Miss Yue alone, why say more? It's just that..." "How many days do you plan to stay here?" Seeing Yingying's thoughtfulness, Linghu Chong felt guilty and held her hand, whispering, "You're the most considerate of all. My injuries have mostly healed, and I really want to stay here alone for a few days, partly to keep vigil for my junior sister and partly to calm my mind and heal. We'll use the seventh day after her death as a limit, plus three days of travel, and we'll meet you at Hengshan within ten days. What do you think?"

Yingying smiled sweetly, pulled her hand away from Linghu Chong's grasp, and without saying another word, turned to pack her bags, leaving Linghu Chong some dry food and clothes, before turning and drifting away.

"Alone in the valley, accompanied by the lovebirds, I'll meet my devoted lover again at Hengshan. Brother Chong, I hope you won't break your promise."

In the distance, Yingying murmured twice before disappearing around the corner of the mountain.

From then on, Linghu Chong settled in this verdant valley, roasting frogs and picking fruit, finding peace and contentment in solitude by the lonely grave.

His injuries were only external; thanks to the healing remedies of the Hengshan Sect and his profound internal strength, he recovered considerably after two days.

He simply sat alone before Yue Lingshan's grave each day, his heart breaking as he recalled their childhood sweetheart days on Mount Hua. Sometimes, however, the thought of Yingying brought him immense warmth.

One day, Linghu Chong remembered the many wild peach trees in the southeast of the valley, their fruit ripe. He parted the grass and brushed aside the trees, walking eight or nine li to reach the wild peach trees. He leaped up and picked two peaches, then leaped again and picked three more.

Seeing that the peaches were ripe and many had already fallen to the ground, and would all fall and rot on the ground in a few days, he picked dozens in one go, thinking, "After I eat these peaches, I'll plant the pits around the valley. In a few years, the peach trees will grow, and the valley will be filled with blooming peach blossoms. How beautiful that would be!" Suddenly, he thought of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley: "If this valley is filled with peach trees, wouldn't it become Peach Valley? If Yingying and I live here in seclusion, wouldn't we become the Two Immortals of Peach Valley? And if we have six sons, wouldn't they be the Little Six Immortals of Peach Valley? If the Little Six Immortals of Peach Valley are like the Old Six Immortals of Peach Valley, speaking in a garbled and unclear way, wouldn't that be terrible?" Thinking of this, he was about to burst into laughter when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the distant grove of trees.

Linghu Chong immediately crouched down and hid in the tall grass, thinking, "I'm tired of eating roasted frogs and wild fruits all the time. Judging from this sound, it's probably just a wild beast. If I could catch an antelope or a wild deer, I could have a good feast."

Before he could decide what to do, he heard footsteps, which turned out to be the sound of two people walking.

Linghu Chong was startled: "How could there be anyone in this desolate valley? They must be after me."

Just then, he heard an old voice say, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? That scoundrel Yue Buqun would really come this way?" Linghu Chong was even more surprised: "They're after my master! Who are they?" Another deep voice said, "Master Shi has searched the surrounding area.

Yue Buqun's daughter and son-in-law suddenly disappeared in this area. They can't be found anywhere—in towns, at docks, or on land and water. " The young couple must be hiding in a nearby valley, recovering from their injuries.

Yue Buqun will find them sooner or later.

Linghu Chong felt a pang of sorrow, thinking, "So they know Junior Sister is injured, but they don't know she's dead. Many people are searching for her, especially Master and Mistress.

If this valley weren't so remote, they would have found her long ago."

Then he heard the old man say, "If you're not mistaken, Yue Buqun will come here sooner or later. We'll meet him at the valley entrance..." "Set up an ambush."

The deep voice said, "Even if Yue Buqun doesn't come, we can lure him here after we've set up the trap."

The old man clapped his hands twice and said, "This plan is brilliant, Brother Xue. I didn't realize you were such a wise man."

The man surnamed Xue laughed and said, "Elder Ge is right.

I am honored by your promotion, and I will do my best to repay your kindness."

Linghu Chong suddenly realized, "So it's from the Sun Moon Sect, it's Yingying. "

"It's best if they stay far away and don't bother me."

He thought again, "Now that my master's martial arts have greatly improved, no matter how many of them there are, they are definitely no match for him. My

master is shrewd and alert, unmatched in the martial arts world. With their meager abilities, they think they can lure my master into a trap? That's like showing off a big axe in front of Lu Ban's door."

Suddenly, he heard someone clapping three times in the distance. The man surnamed Xue said, "Elder Du and the others have arrived too."

Elder Ge also clapped three times.

Footsteps sounded, and four people came running quickly. Two of them walked slowly. When they got closer, Linghu Chong heard that the two men were carrying something.

Elder Ge exclaimed joyfully, "Brother Du, you've captured the Yue family's young lady? That's quite an achievement!"

A loud voice laughed, "She is indeed from the Yue family, but she's a grown woman, not a young one."

Elder Ge let out an "Eh!" clearly surprised and delighted, saying, "How...how...did you capture Yue Buqun's wife?" Linghu Chong was greatly alarmed and immediately wanted to rush out to save her, but then remembered

he hadn't brought his sword. Without a sword, his martial arts were no match for ordinary masters, and he was secretly anxious. He only heard Elder Du say, "Isn't that right?" Elder Ge said, "Madam Yue's swordsmanship is superb. How did Brother Du manage to capture her? Ah, you must have used a sleeping potion."

Elder Du laughed, "This woman is completely distraught. She came to the inn and, without a second thought, poured herself a bowl of tea and drank it.

People say Yue Buqun's wife, Ning Zhongze, is so remarkable, but she turns out to be a complete fool."

Linghu Chong was furious, thinking to himself, "My master's wife heard that her beloved daughter was injured and missing, and searched for her for dozens of days without success. Naturally, she's distraught. This is out of love for her daughter; she's not a fool at all! You insulted my master's wife; I'll make sure you all die by my sword later."

He thought, "If only I could get a longsword.

If not a sword, a knife will do."

Just then, Elder Ge said, "Now that we have Yue Buqun's wife in our hands, things will be much easier.

Brother Du..." "The current plan is to lure Yue Buqun here,"

Elder Du said. "And then what?" Elder Ge hesitated for a moment, then said, "We'll use this woman as a hostage to force him to surrender.

I'm sure Yue Buqun and his wife are deeply devoted to each other and won't dare to resist."

Elder Du said, "Brother Ge is right. The only problem is that Yue Buqun is ruthless and his wife isn't very devoted to him. That would be a bit tricky."

Elder Ge said, "This...this...um, Brother Xue, what do you think?" The man surnamed Xue said, "I shouldn't have the right to speak before you two elders..." Just then, someone from the west clapped three times in succession.

Elder Du said, "Elder Bao has arrived."

In a moment, the two men came rushing over from the west, their steps extremely fast.

Elder Ge said, "Elder Mo has also arrived."

Linghu Chong secretly groaned, "Judging from their footsteps, these two seem to be even more skilled than Ge and Du.

How can I possibly rescue my master's wife with my bare hands?" Just then, Elders Ge and Du said in unison, "Brothers Bao and Mo have also arrived, that's wonderful." Elder Ge added, "Brother Du has done a great service, capturing Yue Buqun's wife."

An old man exclaimed happily, "Excellent, excellent! You two have worked hard."

Elder Ge said, "That's Brother Du's achievement."

The old man said, "We are all here on the orders of the sect leader. Regardless of whose achievement it is, it is all thanks to the sect leader's good fortune."

Linghu Chong found the old man's voice somewhat familiar and thought, "Could it be someone I saw on Blackwood Cliff before?" He activated his internal energy and could hear everyone talking, but dared not peek out.

The elders in the Demonic Sect are all martial arts masters; if I make even the slightest movement, they will likely notice.

Elder Ge said, "Brother Bao Mo, Brother Du and I are discussing how to lure Yue Buqun here and capture him to Blackwood Cliff."

Another elder asked, "What plan have you come up with?" Elder Ge replied, "We haven't thought of a good strategy yet. Brother Bao Mo, you must have a brilliant plan when you arrive."

The first elder said, "The Five Mountains Sword Sects are vying for the position of sect leader at the Fengchan Platform on Mount Song. Yue Buqun blinded Zuo Lengchan, making him a formidable figure on Mount Song. No one in the Five Mountains Sword Sects dares to challenge him anymore.

I've heard that he has obtained the true teachings of the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Technique. He's no ordinary person. We must come up with a foolproof plan and not underestimate him."

Elder Du said, "Exactly.

Let's all four of us join forces... " Although we might not necessarily lose to him, we also have no guarantee of victory.”

Elder Mo said, “Brother Bao, you have already devised a plan, so please tell me.” The elder surnamed Bao said, “Although I have thought of a plan, it is nothing special, and I’m afraid the three of you will laugh at it.” Elders

Mo, Ge, and Du all said, “Brother Bao is the strategist of our sect; any plan you devise must be good.”

Elder Bao said, “This is actually a clumsy method.

We dig a very deep pit, cover it with tree branches and grass, leaving no trace, then we press the woman’s pressure points, place her at the edge of the pit, and then lure Yue Buqun there.

When he sees his wife fall, he will surely rush to her aid, thud… thud… oh dear, no good…” As he spoke, he gestured with his hands.

The three elders and the other four all burst into laughter.

Elder Mo laughed, "Brother Bao's plan is brilliant.

We'll all lie in ambush nearby, and as soon as Yue Buqun falls into the pit, the four weapons will immediately seal the entrance, preventing him from jumping out. Otherwise, given his high level of martial arts, he might jump out before even reaching the bottom."

Elder Bao pondered, "But there's still a difficulty."

Elder Mo asked, "What difficulty? Ah, yes, Brother Bao, are you worried that Yue Buqun's swordsmanship is unpredictable, and even after falling into the trap, we still won't be able to seal it?" Elder Bao replied, "Brother Mo is quite right.

This time, the leader has sent us to deal with a group that has merged the Five Mountains Sword Sects..." "A great master.

It would be a great honor for us to die for the leader, but it would damage the reputation of the sect and the leader.

As the saying goes, 'A petty person is no gentleman, and a man without ruthlessness is no true hero. '

Since we are dealing with a gentleman, we should use some ruthlessness.

It seems we need to add something to the trap."

Elder Du said, "Elder Bao's words are exactly what I was thinking. I have

quite a bit of 'Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder' on me. We can scatter it all on the branches and leaves around the trap.

As soon as Yue Buqun enters the trap, he will immediately take a deep breath..." The four of them burst into laughter again.

Elder Bao said, "We must act now.

Where would be the best place to set the trap?" Elder Ge replied, "Three miles west of here, there's a towering cliff on one side and a deep abyss on the other. There's only one narrow path. If Yue Buqun isn't coming, then fine, but he'll definitely have to go through this path."

Elder Bao said, "Very good, everyone go and take a look."

With that, he set off, and the others followed.

Linghu Chong thought to himself, "They're digging a trap; it won't be done in a short time. I'll get my sword first, then I can come back to rescue my master's wife." After the Demonic Cult members had gone far away, he used his lightness skill to return to his usual lodging, retrieved his longsword, and tiptoed away.

After walking several miles, he suddenly heard a digging sound. He wondered, "Why are they digging here?" He hid behind a tree and peeked out. Sure enough, he saw four members of the Demonic Cult digging in the ground, with several old men standing to the side.

As they drew closer, Linghu Chong caught a glimpse of an old man's profile and felt a slight chill run down his spine: "So this is the same Bao Da Chu I met at the Plum Blossom Manor on Gushan Island in Hangzhou years ago.

What Elder Bao? He's Elder Bao.

The first Demonic Cult elder that Ren Woxing subdued after escaping from West Lake was this Bao Da Chu."

Linghu Chong had seen him subdue Huang Zhonggong and knew he was highly skilled in martial arts; he thought that his master's appointment as the leader of the Five Mountains Sect clearly indicated his intention to make things difficult for the Demonic Cult, and the Demonic Cult would certainly not stand idly by. The four elders that Ren Woxing had sent to deal with him were probably more than just these four.

Seeing the four men using a pair of iron halberds and a pair of steel axes to loosen the soil and then dig it out by hand, Linghu Chong found a middle-aged woman in a yellow dress sitting slumped among the fallen leaves beside them. It was none other than his master's wife, Madam Yue. He noticed that Madam Yue looked haggard and was unable to move or speak.

He thought, "They must have acupunctured Madam Yue.

They clearly said they were going to dig a trap on that cliff over there, so why did they change it to here?" After a moment's thought, he understood: "The cliff is surrounded by rocks; digging a trap there is no easy task. This Elder Ge is an ignorant man, just spouting nonsense." But this allowed Linghu Chong to find the men effortlessly.

Seeing the four men using weapons meant for combat to dig and shovel the earth, he dared not stray too far from his master's wife. He hid behind a large tree, hoping to find an opportunity to kill the four men by surprise and rescue his master's wife.

Suddenly, he heard Elder Ge laugh and say, "Yue Buqun is already quite old, yet his wife is still so young and beautiful."

Elder Du laughed, "Her appearance is certainly good, but she's not exactly young.

I think she's well past forty.

Brother Ge, if you're interested, once you've captured Yue Buqun and informed the sect leader, you can take this woman, how about that?" Elder Ge laughed, "Taking this woman? I wouldn't dare, but having some fun with her is fine."

Linghu Chong was furious, thinking, "Shameless scoundrels, how dare they insult my master's wife! I'll make sure you all suffer a terrible death later."

Hearing Elder Ge's lewd laughter, he couldn't help but peek over. He only saw Elder Ge reach out and pinch Madam Yue's cheek.

Madam Yue was struck on a vital point and couldn't resist, unable to utter a sound.

The members of the Demonic Sect all burst into laughter.

Elder Du laughed and said, "Brother Ge, you're in such a hurry. Do you have the guts to play with this woman right here?" Although Elder Ge was nearly sixty years old, he was a lecherous womanizer in his youth. Firstly, he saw that Madam Yue was as beautiful as a peony, and now that she was under his control with her pressure points sealed, she looked even more pitiful. Secondly, he did not want to lose face in front of everyone.

Hearing the crowd's laughter emboldened him even more. Standing in front of Madam Yue, who was sitting on the ground, he held a battle axe in one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other, pulling out his already aroused penis. While rubbing it against Madam Yue's delicate face, he laughed loudly, "Gentlemen, what's wrong with playing with this woman? Back in the day, I've played with countless wives and daughters of officials in the martial world. If I were to compare, even Tian Boguang, the Lone Wanderer, would have to call me 'ancestor'!" After he finished speaking, the crowd burst into laughter again.

Madam Yue's face was pressed against the foul-smelling genitals of a villain. The filthy pubic hair brushed against her mouth and nose, emitting waves of stench. She felt nauseous, and in her shame and anger, she wanted to bite her tongue to commit suicide, but she was too weak to do so.

Seeing this, Linghu Chong was furious. He drew his sword and darted behind the four men. His sword flashed like lightning, and in one move, Xue and Du were finished. Elder Ge, who had molested Madam Yue, was also quite skilled. Hearing the sword wind coming from behind him, he rolled forward, avoiding a fatal blow. He grabbed his axe, not even caring that his pants were still undone, and roared as he scrambled to his feet, hacking at Linghu Chong.

On the other side, seeing an enemy approaching, Bao Dachu swung his iron halberd at Linghu Chong's waist.

Having gained the upper hand, Linghu Chong didn't allow the two to react. With a move from the "Breaking Whip" style of the Dugu Nine Swords, the blade swept forward along the hilt of Bao Dachu's halberd, severing all five limbs in Bao Dachu's left hand, and the halberd fell to the ground. He then followed

up with a sword strike, a move taught by his master's wife, the "Jade Maiden Shuttle," piercing Ge Changlao's head from below.

In just a moment, three of the four elders of the Demonic Sect were dead and one was wounded.

Linghu Chong flicked his sword with his right hand, brushing away the bloodstains, and pointed the sword at Bao Dachu. With his left hand, he released the pressure points that had been sealed on Madam Yue. He said to Madam Yue, "Master's wife, your disciple... your disciple..." He was so anxious to see his master's wife being humiliated, and he also thought of Yue Lingshan's tragic death, all because of his inadequate rescue efforts. He was speechless for a moment.

"Chong'er!" Madam Yue called out as her pressure points were released, but her blood vessels were not flowing, and she remained sitting on the ground, unable to move.

Linghu Chong nodded, then turned to Bao Dachu and asked sharply, "Elder Bao, do you still recognize me?" Bao Dachu's five fingers were all severed, bleeding profusely. Seeing that it was Linghu Chong, he replied in a trembling voice, "Young Master Linghu, this is a misunderstanding. We did not intend to harm Madam Yue. We only wanted to take that hypocrite Yue Buqun hostage. It was Elder Ge who had malicious intentions and disrespected Madam Yue. We

did not expect that you would offend us here. We hope that you will forgive us for the sake of the Holy Maiden."

After saying this, he ignored his severe injuries, threw down his weapon, knelt down, and kowtowed repeatedly.

Bao Da Chu was once a tough and resolute man in the martial world, but under Ren Woxing's command, his former spirit had been worn down. In the face of death,

he only sought to survive, devoid of his former valor. Seeing that he was severely injured, and mentioning Yingying, Linghu Chong, after all, did not crave bloodshed. He sheathed his sword and said, "Fine, considering your service to Leader Ren and the Holy Maiden, I will spare you today. But you must not utter a word about abducting my master's wife.

Otherwise, even if I chase you to Blackwood Cliff, I will take your life!" "I dare not, I dare not!" Bao Da Chu stammered, ignoring his wounds, and hurriedly fled.

With the formidable enemy gone, Linghu Chong turned to look at Madam Yue. Seeing her still slumped on the ground, Linghu Chong was filled with grief. He rushed forward and knelt before his master's wife to pay his respects. But the moment his knees touched the withered leaves before her, they buckled. He knew he was in trouble. It turned out that the four members of the Demonic Sect had planned to dig three interconnected traps around Madam Yue to capture Yue Buqun.

Before Linghu Chong arrived, the four had already set one trap, given their strength and martial arts skills. While fighting them, Linghu Chong had ambushed them from behind. Madam Yue, seeing no external threat, hadn't expected Linghu Chong to kneel so immediately and hadn't warned him.

Now, as he was about to pay his respects, he had fallen right onto the trap. With his knees on the ground, even with his excellent lightness skill, he couldn't escape his fate.

With a thud, Linghu Chong fell into the trap.

Fortunately, the four members of the Demonic Sect had only intended to capture Yue Buqun and not to harm him, so they hadn't hidden daggers or arrows below. Although the trap was about a person's depth, the bottom was lined with withered leaves and dry grass.

This was to prevent Yue Buqun, with his superior lightness skills, from using a solid foothold to leap up, so Linghu Chong wasn't injured. Seeing this, Madam Yue, disregarding her own blood not flowing freely, forced herself to stand up and looked down. Only when she saw that Linghu Chong was unharmed did she feel relieved.

She reached out and called out, "Chong'er!" Although Linghu Chong was disheveled, he hadn't lost his strength and, holding his master's wife's hand, used the momentum to climb out of the trap.

"The members of the Demonic Sect are indeed wicked and heretical; the traps they set are impossible to guard against,"

Linghu Chong said angrily as he knelt before Madam Yue once more.

Madam Yue sat down again to regulate her qi and blood before saying, "If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be the Demonic Sect.

Chong'er, have you seen Shan'er? I searched for her in vain, and that's how I fell into the trap of these scoundrels. If you hadn't arrived by chance, my death wouldn't be a pity, but my reputation would certainly be ruined.

Your master doesn't acknowledge you, but I do."

Hearing Madam Yue mention Yue Lingshan, Linghu Chong felt a surge of grief, "Master's wife, my junior sister... she was killed by Junior Brother Lin!" "Ah?" Madam Yue exclaimed in shock, then murmured, "What a tragedy, what a tragedy.

I knew Pingzhi deeply hated your master, and I only wished that Lingshan could marry him to eliminate this hatred, but I never imagined it would end like this..." After saying this, Madam Yue burst into tears.

After weeping for a while, Madam Yue saw that Linghu Chong was still kneeling on the ground. She said softly, "Chong'er, where did you come from? Why wasn't Miss Ren with you? And where is Shan'er buried?" As she spoke, she pulled Linghu Chong, who suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes glazed over.

Madam Yue was shocked. She stood up and looked at Linghu Chong again. His face was flushed, he was panting heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing, but his limbs were stiff.

No matter how Madam Yue called to him, he remained unconscious.

"Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder!" Madam Yue thought to herself, "This is bad." It turned out that Elder Du had indeed scattered this vicious powder, which was as infamous as the Three Corpse Brain Soul Pill, in the trap.

It should be known that the actions of the Demonic Sect could not be compared with those of the righteous sects.

Within that demonic cult, the Three-Corpse Brain-Soul Pill was a closely guarded secret concoction created by the cult leader to control those who refused to submit.

The Hundred-Flower Soul-Destroying Powder, on the other hand, was a vicious drug used by members of the demonic cult to tarnish the reputation of members of the righteous sects.

This drug had no antidote; those afflicted, regardless of gender, would become delirious and require sexual intercourse within a short time to neutralize the poison.

Otherwise, their blood vessels would burst

, leading to death. Numerous prominent figures from the righteous sects had their reputations ruined by this substance.

Although this poison was extremely potent, those with profound internal energy could resist it. However, Linghu Chong had lost all his internal energy. Although he absorbed some internal energy using the Star-Absorbing Technique, it was not his own cultivation, making it difficult to utilize. Furthermore, he was completely unprepared, and thus, the effects manifested within moments of being poisoned.

"Chong'er! Chong'er!" Madam Yue called out several times, but Linghu Chong did not respond.

He was just trembling all over.

In a moment of desperation, Madam Yue pressed a vital acupoint on Linghu Chong's heart to prevent him from moving and accelerating the poison's effects. She then picked him up and ran for her life

. A seasoned veteran of the martial world and an enemy of the Demonic Sect,

Madam Yue knew exactly how to cure Linghu Chong's poison. She only hoped that in her haste, she could find a brothel in a town to administer the antidote to her beloved disciple.

Although visiting prostitutes was condemned by the righteous path, in this life-or-death situation, Madam Yue, by nature bold and unrestrained, disregarded such trivialities. Besides, Linghu Chong already had a reputation for spending nights in brothels back in Hengshan, so it wouldn't damage his reputation as a playboy.

Deeply devoted to her disciple, Madam Yue used all her strength, disregarding all directions, and ran for a while until she reached the top of a small hill. Looking around, a chill ran through her heart.

For dozens of miles around, there were layers upon layers of green mountains and ridges, not a single town or brothel to be seen.

At this moment, Linghu Chong in her arms had his eyes tightly closed, his whole body burning with heat, and he was emitting soft moans, occasionally crying out, "Water! I want water!" Seeing a valley to the west, with mountains surrounding a pool of clear water, Madam Yue didn't think twice and carried Linghu Chong there.

When they reached the pool, although she was a chivalrous woman, Madam Yue was still a woman, and with her acupoints sealed for a long time, she was panting heavily from the run. She placed Linghu Chong on a rock that resembled a reclining ox bed by the pool, first giving him several handfuls of water to drink, and then drinking a few mouthfuls herself.

Just when they were at their wits' end, they suddenly saw a new grave under some willow trees. In front of the grave stood a wooden plaque with the words "Tomb of Yue Lingshan, the Heroine of Mount Hua" carved in sword.

By a twist of fate, Madam Yue and Linghu Chong arrived at Yue Lingshan's grave.

Upon seeing her beloved daughter's grave, Madam Yue felt her blood rush to her head, her vision blurred, and she nearly fainted. She rushed to the grave, her hand on the tombstone, tears streaming down her face. She whispered, "Shan'er, Shan'er, the day we parted, I never imagined we would be separated by life and death.

Although your fate was unfortunate, it was also due to the wickedness and cruelty of your father and husband."

As she spoke, thinking of her husband Yue Buqun's actions that ultimately led to her daughter's death, Madam Yue could no longer contain herself and finally burst into tears.

After crying for a while, she heard Linghu Chong's drug take effect. Having been captured for so long, Madam Yue's strength was waning, and the pressure points she had pressed were gradually dissipating. The poison's burning heat could no longer be endured, and she roared like a bull, "It's hot! It's hot! Yingying, don't go.

Junior Sister... Junior Sister.

Lin Pingzhi, you villain, you killed Junior Sister, you killed Junior Sister!"

As she spoke, she lay on the stone, waving her arms and legs wildly, as if trying to strangle Lin Pingzhi.

Seeing her beloved disciple like this, Madam Yue's grief turned to sorrow. She hurried to Linghu Chong's side, intending to comfort him, but the effects of the Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder had already taken hold. Although Linghu Chong's eyes were wide open and red, he no longer recognized the person before him as his revered master's wife.

The mere scent of mature woman emanating from Madam Yue fueled his lust. Though his vital points had just been released and he was weak all over, he suddenly stretched out his arms, pulling Madam Yue around the waist and onto his body. The master and disciple became entangled, their burning lips raining kisses upon Madam Yue's face.

"Chong'er, stop! Chong'er! I'm your master's wife!" Madam Yue, her face flushed from Linghu Chong's embrace and kisses, struggled free from his arms in shame and panic, hastily dodging to the side.

Peeking over, she saw Linghu Chong's arms still outstretched in mid-air, groaning in pain.

"Enough! Enough!" Seeing that Linghu Chong had lost his mind, and that he would die on the spot if the poison couldn't be cured, Madam Yue drew the longsword Linghu Chong was wearing, thinking that she might as well stab him and end her disciple's suffering.

Just as she hesitated, she heard Linghu Chong mutter incoherently, "Junior Sister, Junior Sister, how could you be so cruel... Master's Wife, Master's Wife, Chong'er is so hot."

The sound of calling "Master's Wife" broke Madam Yue's heart.

Her thoughts seemed to drift back twenty years. She was twenty, newly married to her senior brother, Yue Buqun. It was the dead of winter, and the two of them rode down the mountain to travel the martial world. There they first encountered young Linghu Chong, who was about to freeze and starve to death by the roadside. Linghu Chong was only eight years old that year; his family had been ravaged by war, and he had escaped alone. At the brink of death, the couple rescued him, and he became a disciple of the Huashan Sect, both a student and a son to them.

For twenty years, although

he had been a dissolute rogue, he was kind-hearted and the most beloved of the disciples. They had

also been childhood sweethearts. She had hoped to have this excellent son-in-law and live a long and happy life with him.

But fate is unpredictable, and ultimately, their marriage did not come to fruition.

Now, her beloved daughter was dead, and was her eldest disciple, whom she considered her own son, going to die by her hand as well? Linghu Chong's cries grew increasingly mournful, each one tugging at Madam Yue's heartstrings.

Madam Yue thought of how, had Linghu Chong, despite his severe injuries, had wounded fifteen masters of the Medicine King Temple with his sword, not only herself, but all the women of Mount Hua would have lost their chastity that day.

She also thought of how, if he hadn't remembered her past kindness, she would have been violated by the demonic sect.

Not to mention the several times he had saved the entire Mount Hua family. If she were to kill him now in his time of need, even if she survived, how could she live as a human being? "A tragedy! A tragedy! All of this is because the Mount Hua Sect and that man surnamed Yue owe him!" Thinking this...

Madam Yue threw her sword to the ground, her delicate brows furrowed. After a moment of contemplation, she gracefully walked back to Linghu Chong's side. Seeing his wildly flailing hands, she hesitated for a moment, then sealed the acupoints on Linghu Chong's upper arm. Shyly and ashamed, she reached out to undress him and pull down his trousers.

Although Linghu Chong's upper arm acupoints were sealed and he could not move, his three-inch penis stood erect, already rock-hard, trembling uncontrollably with hunger.

"Chong'er, be good, don't be afraid.

Your master's wife is here."

With that, Madam Yue lovingly stroked Linghu Chong's burning cheeks, glanced at his erection, her face flushed, and finally gritted her teeth, mustered her courage, untied her skirt, loosened her skirt, and took off her underpants.

The once incomparably bold and beautiful Huashan Jade Maiden, the noble and shy Madam Yue, was now completely naked from the waist down, her two slender jade legs white and translucent, and the mysterious black glint between her legs was even more alluring.

Being naked before her delirious disciple was an unbearable shame for her. A mixture of shame and anxiety filled her beautiful face, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with boundless tenderness—a mature woman displaying a myriad of emotions. Madam

Yue knew deep down that while this was a temporary measure, it still required her to sacrifice her chastity. Moreover, given her relationship with Linghu Chong—both teacher and mother figure—it was a grave breach of human ethics.

Even if it remained unknown to outsiders, she would have no face to live in the world afterward.

But Linghu Chong's immense kindness to her at Mount Hua was impossible to repay. She was a female knight-errant; she would help the weak. To save her beloved disciple and benefactor, why should she sacrifice her purity? As the wife of the sect leader, a wife and mother, she had never failed the Yue family.

Seeing that she was about to commit an immoral act with her beloved disciple, she was overcome with shame.

Although she had already undressed herself, she hesitated for a long time.

Seeing that Linghu Chong's poison was flaring up, Madam Yue finally made up her mind. She gracefully parted her legs and squatted down between Linghu Chong's lower body. With a determined heart, she closed her almond-shaped eyes, grasped Linghu Chong's penis with one hand, and pressed it against her beautiful vulva. She straddled Linghu Chong and slowly sat down, inserting her beloved disciple's penis into her body.

Linghu Chong had not yet ejaculated. Although he had been intimate with Ren Yingying, he had always kept to himself and was still a virgin.

In addition, the Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder he had been poisoned with was a strange and aphrodisiac.

His penis was as hard as iron, yet burning hot.

Madam Yue was already past forty; the couple had been deeply in love and intimate for many years, but since Yue Buqun had castrated himself to practice the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique, their marital relations had ceased entirely.

Although Madam Yue was a renowned heroine, kind and generous, human nature is still driven by passion and desire, and being in her prime, she inevitably harbored some resentment within the home.

Although she had resorted to this illicit act in the heat of the moment to save her disciple, the young man's lust was burning fiercely. As their private parts touched in the act of lovemaking, Madam Yue felt a surge of unease, her heart pounding with shame.

She wanted to back out, but the pitiful moans of Linghu Chong struck her. She realized she had already lost her virginity to him; why should she care about her reputation? Finally, she gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, closed her almond-shaped eyes, and forcefully lifted her buttocks, sitting down again to make love with her beloved disciple.

It wasn't lust, but simply deep affection.

"To have such an affair with Chong'er is a breach of human morality. I am no longer worthy to be called Madam Yue! If the poison Chong'er has been afflicted with can be cured, I am willing to commit suicide to preserve my chastity!" Madam Yue turned her back to Linghu Chong, her body adorned with delicate flowers. She felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been inserted into her lower body, a sensation both painful and incomparably pleasurable. She quickly made a vow to prevent herself from losing her composure.

After all, Madam Yue was a mother, and marital relations were commonplace for her.

Although she was filled with shame, she still skillfully began to move her slender waist up and down, focusing on making love with her back to Linghu Chong.

After a while of intercourse with his master's wife, Linghu Chong stopped moaning and groaning, accepting his mother's caresses like a child preparing to fall asleep.

Madam Yue dared not face him, and was too ashamed to remove her upper garment. With her back to him, she leaned forward, her hands pressing against Linghu Chong's legs, using a fairy-like, flower-arranging posture to lessen her shame during intercourse.

In a daze, the incomparably ecstatic pleasure of their union made Linghu Chong feel much more refreshed. As his mind cleared, he tilted his head back slightly, and in his trance, he saw only a fairy in a yellow robe with her hair in a cloud-like bun, her back to him, moving up and down on his lower body. The fairy's two delicate,

pink buttocks bloomed before his eyes like peonies. His lust intensified, and he involuntarily thrust his manhood with all his might. In an instant, Madam Yue's vulva was completely wet, and her juices flowed down Linghu Chong's crotch onto the reclining ox stone, soaking a large patch.

The sun shone brightly, and the lake shimmered with spring colors.

No one could have imagined that the renowned young hero Linghu Chong would be committing such an incestuous act with his master's wife amidst such beautiful scenery.

Overwhelmed by passion, Linghu Chong, being a virgin, could not withstand the onslaught from his experienced master's wife. After a frenzied thrusting, he suddenly let out a long groan and finally ejaculated. A

wave of heat washed over her, and Madam Yue knew her beloved disciple had released his pent-up desire.

Her movements abruptly ceased, and she slumped onto Linghu Chong. His penis gradually shrank inside her, and only sticky, hot semen flowed out unnoticed.

Lost in thought, Madam Yue wept tears mingling with her young disciple's semen. With

her vital essence released, the aphrodisiac was instantly neutralized.

Linghu Chong drifted in and out of consciousness, as if in another world.

One moment he felt as if he were on the Cliff of Repentance, listening to Yue Lingshan singing the folk song "Sisters, let's go pick tea" as it faded into the distance; the next, he felt as if he were in the Green Bamboo Lane of Luoyang, listening to Yingying playing the zither.

Suddenly, his body burned with heat, as if he had a high fever; then, in a moment, he felt as if he were a child, on a sweltering summer day, his master's wife gently fanning him to cool him down when he couldn't sleep.

A cool, slippery sensation ran through his lower body amidst the heat, bringing him immense pleasure. A moment later, however, it was like being struck by lightning. Startled, he opened his eyes to find himself naked from the waist down, with a glamorous woman in a yellow dress sitting on him, also completely naked from the waist down, staring blankly upwards.

His penis was dripping with fluid, clinging tightly to the woman's fair buttocks and delicate pink vulva.

Judging from her back, who else could that middle-aged woman be but his master's wife? Linghu Chong pressed his hand to his forehead and let out a soft "ah."

With the sudden relief of the aphrodisiac, he only felt a splitting headache.

Even though he was incredibly intelligent, he didn't know why, but a vague feeling arose that something was very wrong.

Hearing Linghu Chong's groans, Madam Yue finally snapped out of her daze. Turning her head, she saw Linghu Chong lying on the rock, staring blankly at her. Realizing she was still naked from the waist down, straddling her disciple, her buttocks completely exposed, their private parts touching, she felt a surge of shame. She

quickly stood up from Linghu Chong, picked up her skirt and trousers, and while putting them on, whispered, "It seems your lustful poison has dissipated. Quickly put on your trousers!" Linghu Chong, seeing himself naked in front of his master's wife, felt uneasy.

Confused, he hurriedly pulled up his trousers, trying to sit up, but his body was sore and weak, he had no strength at all.

After finally getting dressed, Linghu Chong asked with a face full of suspicion, "Master's wife, what... what is this?" Although he had been out of his mind and was completely unaware of his master's wife's sexual relations, he had clearly seen the scene of his master's wife naked from the waist down and intercourse with his penis.

However, having been a virgin for a long time, he only knew that what his master's wife and he did seemed to be a very secretive matter and not something that could be told to outsiders, but he only had a vague understanding of the reasons behind it.

Madam Yue, having dressed in her skirt and trousers, sat silently beside the reclining ox stone, her knees drawn up to her chest. After a long while, she finally looked up and said, "Chong'er, only you and I know what happened today. Make a vow: if you tell anyone else, may you be condemned to eternal damnation!" Linghu Chong, upon hearing this, forced himself to rise, knelt beside Madam Yue, and kowtowed, saying, "This disciple will remember this. I would rather die than tell anyone else what happened today.

It's just that I was caught in a trap and acted foolishly, truly unaware of what I did.

If I have disgraced my master, I will gladly commit suicide to atone for my sins!" With that, Linghu Chong drew his sword, ready to kill himself.

Seeing the sincerity in his words, Madam Yue raised her hand and grasped Linghu Chong's sword-wielding hand, saying gently, "Since you have made a vow, why must you commit suicide? This is all my misfortune.

If you commit suicide, what is the point of my self-degradation? It just means that from now on, there will be no more Madam Yue of Mount Hua in the martial world..." After saying this, she did not look at Linghu Chong again, still hugging her knees and gazing at the shimmering water.

Seeing his master's wife like this, Linghu Chong did not dare to ask any more questions.

Looking around, he found himself in his usual secluded place.

He said, "Master's wife, how did we get here? Junior Sister is buried over there."

He pointed to Yue Lingshan's grave.

He had hoped his master's wife would say something more, but Madam Yue remained as still as a wooden statue, only humming once before falling silent. Seeing this, Linghu Chong felt even more uneasy. He knew that in his delirium, he must have done something to dishonor his master's wife.

Although he was known as a rogue in the martial arts world, he was actually inexperienced.

While he felt that his master's wife riding on him naked from the waist down was something he couldn't tell others, he didn't realize that he had already consummated his marriage with her. Parental relations were important; although Madam Yue was his master's wife, their relationship was no less than that of mother and son.

Linghu Chong vaguely felt that what he had done in his delirium must have defiled his master's wife, but he dared not think about it further, for the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.

After resting for an hour, Linghu Chong felt his strength had recovered considerably. He caught more than a dozen frogs by the stream, washed and peeled them, and before he knew it, it was getting dark. He gathered some dry grass and branches to start a fire, skewered the frogs on branches, roasted them, and humbly presented them to Madam Yue.

But Madam Yue remained silent. Seeing him take the food, she only shook her head and continued to gaze at the pool in silence. Seeing that his master's wife had not eaten or spoken for half a day, Linghu Chong was even more terrified.

He knelt before his master's wife, hugged her arm, and burst into tears.

Sobbing, he pleaded, "Master's wife, I don't know how I offended you. Please enlighten me.

I was orphaned at a young age and raised by my master and mistress. If I have done anything against your wishes, you may beat me or scold me.

Please don't upset you!" Seeing Linghu Chong's genuine tears, and considering that he was already a martial arts master with a reputation as the head of a sect, with countless heroes of the martial world bowing to his orders, Madam Yue

felt a pang of sympathy. Yet here he was, crying and begging like a child before her.

She said gently, "Chong'er, I'm troubled by your master's perverse actions and your junior sister's untimely death. It has nothing to do with you. My mind is in turmoil. You've just recovered from the poison, so please get up and rest aside. Let me sit alone for a while."

After saying this, Madam Yue bit her cherry lips and said nothing more. Linghu Chong felt a little relieved when he heard his master's wife say this. After all, his junior sister's grave was nearby, and the world knew about his master's actions. It

was understandable that his master's wife was so sad, so he nodded, said "Master's wife," and silently got up and returned to the campfire. He ate several frogs by the campfire, sometimes thinking of Yingying, sometimes of Yue Lingshan, and vaguely recalling the beautiful woman in his erotic dream after being poisoned during the day. He felt embarrassed.

Overwhelmed with thoughts and already weak from his injuries, Linghu Chong drifted off to sleep.

He didn't know how long he slept, but a night breeze swept in, bringing a growing chill, and Linghu Chong awoke with

a start. Opening his eyes, he saw only embers of the campfire. Looking up, he saw countless stars and a full moon illuminating the ground in a silvery light; it was probably around midnight.

Suddenly, Linghu Chong realized that his master's wife, who had been sitting on the reclining ox rock, was gone. There was half a piece of white cloth on the rock; he went over and picked it up. He discovered that his master's wife had torn off half of her skirt and written several words in her own blood: "Immortals and heroes are all but empty; a sorrowful woman's soul grieves in an empty valley."

How can chastity compare to the weight of gratitude? I repay Linghu Chong with my own body. Signed: Ning Zhongze of Huashan, her final words. Linghu Chong, holding the half-spinned silk skirt, murmured in a daze, "I repay Linghu Chong with my own body… I repay Linghu Chong with my own body. Linghu Chong, you bastard, you deserve to die! In the face of life and death, what are you talking about with beautiful women! You and your master's wife were naked together; it was clearly your master's wife who sacrificed herself to save me." "I lost my virginity to you.

Yet you shut your ears and dared not think of it! My master's wife has a tragic fate; she wrote her final words, surely intending to take her own life. If anything happens to her, how can I live? I must find her and preserve her chastity before her!" Seeing the bloodstains on her skirt still wet, he guessed his master's wife hadn't gone far. He called out "Master's wife

" as he searched along the pool. After walking two or three miles along the pool, he saw a small hill not far ahead by the pool. At the edge of the hill was a sheer cliff, and in the moonlight, a beautiful woman in yellow stood hesitantly on it.

Who else could it be but Madam Yue? Knowing that calling out to Madam Yue at this moment would surely lead to his suicide by drowning, Linghu Chong quickened his pace and arrived behind her in a moment. He knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, and pleaded in a low voice, "Master's wife! This disciple truly did not know that I had defiled your chastity this day, incurring your great anger. Master's wife, please do not grieve. This disciple is willing to die to uphold your name." With that, he drew his sword and slit his own throat.

Madam Yue was startled when she first saw Linghu Chong. She left a letter as farewell, only wishing that before she died, Linghu Chong would know that she had sacrificed her chastity to save his life, and that the Yue family of the Huashan Sect were not all heartless and ungrateful people.

Suddenly, she saw him come looking for her. Having been intimate with him during the day and having left a letter explaining the truth, she was too ashamed to face him.

But then, as he spoke, he suddenly drew his sword and attempted suicide. In a moment of panic, she kicked the sword away, realizing the force of his blow was genuine.

She stamped her foot and cried, "Chong'er, you…why are you doing this!" Linghu Chong, sword in hand, grabbed his master's wife's long legs and burst into tears.

He wept bitterly, lamenting his life's misery. He had finally achieved the ability to stand tall and proud in the martial world, and had found a beautiful confidante—a blessing he should have had. But this tragedy had befallen him, branding him an incestuous scoundrel, and causing his beloved master's wife, whom he respected and loved, to contemplate suicide because of his loss of chastity.

Although he was carefree, he was helpless in the face of such adversity.

He only thought of committing suicide to atone for his master's wife's actions.

Seeing Linghu Chong's sincere crying, Ning Zhongze's almond-shaped eyes shed tears. After a moment, she said, "Chong'er, this is the will of Heaven. Although your master has acted against the natural order, firstly, my husband and I have always been loving, and secondly, although we are master and disciple in name, we are like mother and son in affection.

Although this matter was framed by an adulterer, it has still violated human relations.

You have a bright future ahead of you. Your master's wife has no other relatives in the world besides you, and has no more worries. Therefore, I left this letter to say goodbye, so that you know that not everyone in Huashan is heartless, and your master's wife has a heart that loves you."

Now that this has happened, I, your master's wife, have no face to live any longer. So please let me go.

After I'm gone, you and Miss Ren must grow old together... It's truly a tragic fate. Your relationship with Shan'er caused you so much suffering. She's already gone, and Heaven has sent me, her mother, to repay this debt with my own life.

I hope that after I die, you will always think of Shan'er and me, so that we, mother and son, can rest in peace!" With that, Madam Yue turned and leaped off the cliff in front of Linghu Chong.

Upon seeing his master's wife jump, Linghu Chong's mind went blank. He cried out "Master's wife!" and followed her off.

The cliff, though precipitous, wasn't very high; below lay the deep pool where Linghu Chong had long resided.

The two plunged into the pool one after the other with a thud. The pool was deep, but there were no large rocks or hard objects at the bottom, so they were both unharmed despite falling straight in. However, Madam Yue, having lived on Mount Hua for a long time, was not a good swimmer.

The pool water made her half-dizzy.

Linghu Chong and Yingying, having lived alone by the stream for many days, had long since developed excellent swimming skills. They swam forward a few strokes, grabbed Madam Yue's hands, and with a strong pull, their heads broke the surface.

Madam Yue coughed a few times and vomited some pool water.

Floating on the water, she had just barely escaped death, hovering between the cliff top and the pool below. She found herself being supported

by Linghu Chong, floating in the pool. In the moonlight, she saw her beloved disciple sacrifice himself by jumping off the cliff for her sake. Thinking of the countless grievances in her heart, she could no longer calm her emotions and burst into tears, throwing herself into Linghu Chong's arms. Between sobs, she pounded on Linghu Chong's broad chest with her small fists, repeatedly crying out, "You wretched man! You wretched man! How am I supposed to face anyone now?!" Linghu Chong dared not resist, letting his master's wife pound on him as he slowly helped her swim to the shore.

Once the two reached the shore, Madam Yue, having vomited water from the pool, had stopped crying and simply lowered her head, remaining silent. Linghu Chong knelt before his master's wife again, saying, "Master's wife, Heaven has spared our lives this time.

But I feel guilty, and once your anger has subsided, I will take my own life."

Ning Zhongze murmured for a moment. From birth to death, this experience had resolved many of her inner conflicts. Instead, her mind was clear, and she said, "Enough, enough! Chong'er, you and I, master and disciple, have already died once.

Let bygones be bygones! From now on, I will never speak of death again, and you must not attempt suicide!" Although Linghu Chong was still uneasy, seeing his master's wife's peaceful expression, no longer as extreme as before, he felt relieved and stood up.

Seeing that he and his master's wife were soaking wet and quite disheveled, shivering slightly in the night wind, he

looked around and saw a cave under some weeds and willow trees not far away. He led his master's wife there to seek shelter from the cold.

The cave was small, about three zhang in diameter and no more than two zhang deep, just enough for the two of them to barely find shelter.

Linghu Chong took out the tinder he carried with him. Fortunately, it was wrapped in layers of oiled paper, so even though they were soaked, the tinder could still be used to start a fire. He

then gathered some dry branches and built a fire inside the cave entrance.

Seeing his master's wife shivering, he knew she hadn't eaten all day and was now completely soaked and unable to withstand the night wind.

He then said, "I still have some roasted frogs by my junior sister's grave. I'll go get them. Master's wife, please take off your wet clothes and warm them over the fire.

Otherwise, the cold will seep into your body and you'll surely fall ill."

Without waiting for Madam Yue's reply, he turned and left the cave to fetch the roasted frogs and his personal belongings.

Madam Yue, still wearing wet clothes, was shivering from the cold despite the campfire.

Seeing her disciple's thoughtfulness, she guessed that his hasty departure to fetch the roasted frogs was to avoid suspicion, and that there was no one else in the deep mountains. So, she boldly took off her clothes, used two dry branches to heat them, and sat by the fire to warm herself, silently lost in thought.

On a cold, dark night, Madam Yue had been searching for her daughter for days, only to be captured, humiliated, and rescued. During the day, she had to compromise her chastity and then suddenly hear that her beloved daughter had been murdered. Overwhelmed with shame, she could only think of taking her own life.

Although the Huashan Heroine was renowned, she was, after all, just a woman.

After the repeated shocks, humiliations, loss of virginity, and jumping off a cliff, she no longer had the will to die, but her mind was in turmoil, and she felt utterly exhausted. She unknowingly fell asleep.

Linghu Chong returned to his old spot, retrieved his package containing roasted frogs, and was about to turn back to his master's wife when he remembered telling her to dry her clothes and not to catch a cold. She must be drying clothes now, and he had already done something shameful to her; he shouldn't be so presumptuous. He decided to wait a while until she was dressed before returning. With that thought, he leaned against Yue Lingshan's grave, gazing at the stars for a while, lost in thought.

Linghu Chong was heartbroken by his junior sister's infidelity and his master's malice, but being a magnanimous person, and with Yingying by his side, he didn't dwell on it.

However, fate played a cruel trick; by a twist of fate, he found himself having an affair with his master's wife, which filled him with shame and turmoil. He had revered his master's wife since childhood, and even though everyone in Huashan considered him a traitor, she had always stood by his side.

The bonds of kindness and kinship were now in turmoil because of his momentary carelessness. How could he face his master's wife in the future, and how could he face Yingying? His master's wife had a life full of hardship; she was originally the wife of a righteous sect leader, with obedient disciples and a perfect match in her daughter and son-in-law—how happy she should have been!

All because his master was blinded by greed, he stole the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, causing his junior brother Lin to commit the heinous act of killing his junior sister. Furthermore, the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual and the Demonic Sect's Sunflower Manual shared the same origin.

Wasn't his master, like Dongfang Bubai, already a monstrous being, neither male nor female? Therefore, even if his master's wife returned to Mount Hua in the future, the master and mistress would never have the same affection as before… And during the day… he was, after all, a young man experiencing the ways of the world for the first time.

Although he was deluded by lust and his mind was clouded, the ecstasy of their encounters remained unreservedly buried deep within his heart.

At first, he only wished it were a dream, and for a long time afterward, he refused to admit that he and his master's wife had consummated their relationship, burying his head in the sand, hoping it was all a nightmare.

But Madam Yue's suicide note finally shattered his self-deception.

As he risked his life to save his master's wife, Linghu Chong secretly slapped himself, thinking, "You're covering your ears while stealing a bell! Slap you, you little lecher who bullied my master's wife! Slap you, you little hypocrite!"

Thinking back now, if he continued to conceal his actions, he would be no different from his master, a hypocrite.

Gazing at the stars, Linghu Chong couldn't help but recall the scene of his intimate encounter with his master's wife during the day.

Although he was in a daze at the time and didn't realize that the fairy in yellow in his dream was his respected master's wife, her slightly plump yet graceful figure and her incomparably beautiful buttocks were still vivid in his mind.

Although he and Yingying had been intimately close for a long time, they had never overstepped their bounds. Although Yingying came from a demonic sect and her love for him was known throughout the land, matters of the flesh were a matter of Confucian ethics, and she never allowed him near her.

The young man's first experience with marital relations, though fleeting, was still unforgettable. But after a moment's thought, he felt it was inappropriate; after

all, she was his revered master's wife. What was expedient then would now be disrespectful to his master's wife. Filled with remorse, he slapped himself twice, stood up, picked up his belongings, and made his way back to the cave where Madam Yue resided.

Not far from the cave, he suddenly heard Madam Yue scream from inside.

Startled, Linghu Chong hurried over.

Inside the cave, Madam Yue was only wearing a moon-white bodice, gesturing with half a withered twig in her hand.

Her dress, held atop two twigs by the fire, was already half burned away, while at the cave entrance, a large green snake, over ten feet long, raised its triangular head, flicking its red tongue, and hissed at Madam Yue through the fire. Their swords had been kicked away by Madam Yue on the cliff, and Linghu Chong had no time to search for them.

Seeing Madam Yue nearly naked and unarmed, unable to resist the venomous snake, Linghu Chong knew that if he had arrived even a moment later, he would surely have been bitten.

Upon seeing such a large venomous snake, Linghu Chong was also startled. He had no sword, but he had a dagger that Yingying had kept in her bag for his daily use.

Although only a foot long, it could be used as a sword in Linghu Chong's hands.

He drew his dagger, bent down, and slashed hard at the snake's tail. The dagger was incredibly sharp, severing the snake's tail in one swift motion.

The snake, in pain, turned and lunged at Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong took two steps back, and the snake missed its target.

Just as it was about to turn and bite again, Linghu Chong swung his right arm horizontally, severing the snake's head in one fell swoop. The snake's body writhed and twisted, its head baring its fangs and hissing on the ground. Although it wasn't dead for the time being, it could no longer harm anyone.

"Chong'er!" Startled, Madam Yue threw herself into Linghu Chong's broad chest, her arms involuntarily wrapping tightly around him. "Don't be afraid, Master's wife.

The snake has been killed!" Linghu Chong gently stroked his master's wife's back to comfort her, but found her skin smooth and slippery to the touch.

Only then did he realize that his master's wife was drying clothes, and she was currently only wearing a bodice, even less than what they had worn during their intimate moments earlier in the day. He felt incredibly embarrassed. To make matters worse, Madam Yue, who had just been awakened by a snake in her sleep, was now in a state of shock and disarray. The heroic and dignified demeanor of a legendary heroine had vanished in this deserted valley at night, leaving only the vulnerability and yearning for protection within her.

With his beautiful, almost naked master's wife in his arms, Linghu Chong felt guilty for not protecting her properly.

The mature fragrance emanating from Madam Yue's delicate body wafted over him.

Linghu Chong's heart skipped a beat, and his male instincts could no longer be controlled. He couldn't help but wrap his arms around his master's wife tightly, and his large hands boldly touched Madam Yue's smooth, pert buttocks before lowering his head to kiss her... "Chong'er! Let go!" After calming down a bit, Madam Yue already felt that it was inappropriate for her to be naked against her disciple. Suddenly seeing Linghu Chong's strange expression and his sudden lewdness, she became alert. She pushed Linghu Chong away forcefully, and when she wanted to find a dress to cover herself, she realized that she had been sleeping too long and her dress was already burned. She was only wearing a bodice that barely covered her navel, and even her pubic hair and private parts were exposed. She quickly covered her chest with one hand and her private parts with the other, retreating to the corner of the cave.

Linghu Chong, startled by his master's wife's resistance,

quickly knelt down again, kowtowing repeatedly: "Master's wife, please calm your anger, this disciple is guilty."

Seeing that he had regained his composure, Madam Yue's heart calmed.

Having been a wife for many years, and seeing him kneeling there, she thought to herself that this young man was already of age and had never experienced love. Today's events had taken an unexpected turn; he had tasted the pleasures of love for the first time, and although he was poisoned, he must have found it hard to resist.

She herself had been caught in a dangerous situation and couldn't control herself, so she couldn't blame him for throwing himself into her arms.

In the firelight, she saw his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a truly masculine figure. Her daughter was not meant for him.

She had lost her virginity to him for some reason, yet he treated her with such reverence, kneeling there at the slightest provocation. A wave of emotion washed over her.

Seeing his deep and sincere kowtow, she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

After a while, Madam Yue said sweetly, "Chong'er, you're young and impetuous, so I won't blame you.

Your clothes aren't dry yet, go and warm yourself by the fire.

It's just that your mistress overslept and burned her clothes..." She trailed off, her face flushed with shyness, unable to say anything more.

Linghu Chong took out a white robe he usually wore from his bundle, not daring to look up. He knelt and respectfully presented it to Madam Yue, saying, "Mistress, please make do with this for now."

Madam Yue took the robe and draped it over herself; it was loose and large, but it provided warmth and modesty.

Without a belt, she could only barely wrap herself up to support her delicate frame as Linghu Chong sat down to warm himself by the fire. She then mustered her courage and quietly sat down beside him.

Linghu Chong took out a roasted frog, heated it over the fire, and handed it to Madam Yue. Madam Yue didn't stand on ceremony and ate a few, but ultimately, preoccupied with her own thoughts, she couldn't eat the rest.

Outside the cave, a cold wind howled, but inside, the two warmed themselves by the fire, the firelight illuminating the cave.

Linghu Chong poked at the fire with a half-dried branch, secretly blaming himself for his lawless and frivolous behavior. Even his initial act of conjugal relations with his master's wife was due to a plot by the Demonic Sect; though morally wrong, he felt no remorse. His only regret was that he had defiled his master's wife—a heinous crime for which death was not a loss.

But in his moment of lucidity, he had been so disrespectful to his master's wife. Was he truly destined to become a lecherous thief like Tian Boguang? Ning Zhongze stared at the flames, her heart filled with unease.

She had lost her virginity to her disciple, and her suicide attempt failed. How could she face the world now? Her husband was despicable, her beloved daughter had died tragically—what was the point of returning to the martial world? Chong'er and Miss Ren are a match made in heaven. Although her submission to him was only a temporary expedient, Chong'er, a young man just experiencing pleasure for the first time and full of youthful vigor, was bound to be tempted. In his moment of folly, he even laid hands on her. What if Miss Ren finds out about their affair when they meet again? This boy is kind-hearted, and although he has a reputation as a playboy, he is a gentleman in essence. He is

a hundred times better than his master.

But that frivolous behavior just now... Oh well.

After all, he is young and couldn't resist beauty.

It's not a huge loss.

It's just tonight. What will tomorrow bring? Madam Yue pondered without finding a solution.

The campfire had unknowingly dried Linghu Chong's wet clothes.

A wave of masculine scent wafted over.

Madam Yue involuntarily curled up her legs, hugging her knees, and couldn't help but turn to look at Linghu Chong. She saw him still fiddling with the dry firewood in the campfire, lost in thought.

Linghu Chong was also filled with worries. Suddenly, he turned his head and saw Madam Yue's beautiful eyes gazing at him. Although she was wrapped in his long robe, her embroidered shoes were left to dry by the fire and hadn't been put on yet. She wasn't wearing trousers either, and her pair of fair, jade-like, slender legs and delicate little feet were curled up and exposed outside the robe. Coupled with her beautiful and dignified face, illuminated by the firelight, although she was already a married woman, she was more elegant than his daughter and more beautiful than Ren Yingying. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, but he thought of how he had repeatedly insulted his master's wife that day.

To indulge in lewd desires at this moment would be worse than that of pigs and dogs, so she quickly composed herself and continued tending the fire.

Seeing Linghu Chong's demeanor, how could Madam Yue, a wife of many years, not know what he was thinking ?

Suddenly, a warm feeling enveloped her heart. "Chong'er."

In the deep darkness, Madam Yue looked at her disciple beside the roaring fire, and for some reason, she recalled their intimate moments during the day. Her face flushed with shyness, she couldn't help but call out softly.

"What are your orders, Master's wife? If you are sleepy, you can sleep for a while. I will keep watch for you."

Hearing his master's wife's gentle call, Linghu Chong suppressed his wicked thoughts and dared not raise his head. "Alas... foolish boy.

How can I still be your master's wife after you treat me like this today?" Seeing Linghu Chong's obedience, Madam Yue's heart, which had been quietly stirring, felt a little disappointed.

She murmured unconsciously.

Linghu Chong knew he had wronged Madam Yue, but having just experienced the pleasures of love, his youthful passion was hard to suppress.

Although Madam Yue was over forty, she was his teacher's wife, and parental relationships were a great barrier, difficult for ordinary people to cross.

However, firstly, the two had already consummated their marriage during the day by chance, and secondly, Madam Yue was incomparably beautiful, and now, by sheer coincidence, she was half-naked in the cold night, alone in a secluded valley with him.

How could he not be tempted? He only felt pity for his teacher's wife's grief over losing her daughter and her virginity, and her recent suicide for him, which made him feel guilty.

He also thought of their teacher-student relationship, mother-son relationship, and the fact that he was not currently under the influence of aphrodisiacs; to let lust rise again felt unforgivable. But he was not truly insane; he understood the meaning behind his teacher's wife's words.

He felt a warmth in his heart.

In a state of blissful intoxication, Linghu Chong unconsciously reached out his right arm and gently embraced Madam Yue's slender waist.

Madam Yue suddenly felt a tightness around her waist; her disciple had actually embraced her. His hand trembled, and he dared not exert any force. Overjoyed, she glanced at Linghu Chong, who dared not look at her, and gently rested her head on his shoulder, her delicate hand fiddling with the corner of her robe, her heart pounding wildly.

With his master's wife leaning against him like this, Linghu Chong tensed even more, the dry branch in his hand falling into the fire.

In the deep of night, in the deserted valley by the fire, a man and a woman whispered sweet nothings.

What master's wife, disciple? Having gone through life and death together, sharing the pleasures of love, how could morality remain? One is the sect leader's wife, a stunningly beautiful woman,

fierce as a wolf. The other is a reckless young man, fearless and unafraid of the world.

Master and disciple, though bound by propriety and righteousness, are hindered by the vicissitudes of life.

Stripped of the heroine of the martial world, the young sect leader, and the bonds of master and disciple, mother and son,

only a man and a woman, both deeply wounded by the suffering inflicted by their loved ones, remain in the cave, licking their wounds.

The moment she rested her head on Linghu Chong's shoulder, Madam Yue felt a sudden sense of clarity: such a foolish son, such a virtuous disciple, had been suppressed for far too long under the pseudo-righteous path of the Huashan Gentleman's Sword.

At this moment, she too had no home to return to; what harm was there in becoming his mistress for a while? It was also a way of repaying his kindness in repaying evil with good.

Secondly, a young man who has tasted the pleasures of a woman is prone to having impure thoughts. Given his high level of martial arts and the presence of many unorthodox individuals around him, without the guidance of Miss Ren, he might easily succumb to prostitution or even illicit sexual relations.

Although she had offered herself to save her beloved disciple, she had still deflowered him, and it was her responsibility as his teacher and mother to prevent him from going astray.

Thirdly, she had been deprived of marital relations since her husband's self-castration. Despite her chivalrous nature, she still felt a deep sense of sorrow in her chambers.

If she had committed suicide then, it would have been acceptable.

Now, alive and alone with him in this desolate place, he both respected and loved her, and although she considered him her son,

they had shared pleasure.

Human relations were broken, and she was no longer pure.

He was truly a chivalrous man worthy of a lifetime of devotion; any marital relations with him would merely be considered love between a man and a woman, not a sign of lewdness.

Under the gentle caresses of his master's wife, Linghu Chong could no longer control himself, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

The tender moments they shared during the day seemed vividly before his eyes.

He couldn't help but say, "Master's wife, please don't do this.

This disciple... this disciple is afraid I won't be able to control myself and will disrespect you, then I will be failing both my master and my deceased junior sister..." Madam Yue raised her pretty face, her expression both shy and reproachful, "Silly child, what have you failed your master for! He failed you, and as for your junior sister...

well, it's just that Shan'er's life was unfortunate." Speaking of Yue Lingshan, the raging fire that had just ignited in Madam Yue's heart was suddenly extinguished, and tears streamed down her face.

"Master's wife, it's all my fault!" Seeing his master's wife in tears, Linghu Chong quickly comforted her, wiping away her tears with his sleeve. Seeing Linghu Chong's gentle and considerate nature, Madam Yue could no longer suppress her grievances. She threw herself into Linghu Chong's arms and burst into tears, angrily pounding his chest with her small fists as she cried.

She kept shouting, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault, you heartless little brat!" The usually dignified and loving master's wife was now crying and whining like a young girl in his arms.

Linghu Chong was overwhelmed with emotion.

Although he had her in his arms,

thinking of his master's wife's years of nurturing and all the wrongdoing she had done today,

he was at a loss .

Madam Yue cried for a long time, then suddenly stopped.

Holding Linghu Chong's shoulder, she gently kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

Linghu Chong's body trembled, and the two stared at each other in silence for a moment.

Seeing the shy and expectant look on Madam Yue's face in his arms, his courage surged, and he boldly lowered his head to kiss Madam Yue's pretty face as well.

His tongue tasted the tear stains on Madam Yue's cheek, but it was both bitter and astringent.

Finally, mother and son's lips met.

Madam Yue's fragrant tongue slid into Linghu Chong's mouth, and the moment their tongues touched, they both trembled involuntarily.

Linghu Chong felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

The instant his tongue touched his master's wife's, he went berserk: What about the master-disciple relationship? What about the righteous sects and heretics? Yue Buqun, Yue Lingshan, Lin Pingzhi? What are they! How many times have they humiliated him to the point of suicide? In the end, the only ones who truly loved him were his master's wife and Yingying! But when he thought of Yingying, Linghu Chong couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

He had already wronged his master's wife by committing incest with her.

And now he was still embracing her and kissing her, but he wondered how she was doing on Hengshan Mountain. But this thought only lasted a moment. The exquisite, intoxicating sensation of the young man's tongue intertwining with that of the middle-aged beauty left him unable to think any further.

A long, drawn-out kiss ensued.

Linghu Chong's arms tightened around Madam Yue, his hands caressing her shapely buttocks through her long robe.

Madam Yue's arms around Linghu Chong also tightened. Neither of them wanted to part from each other's bodies and tongues… Finally, Linghu Chong lifted his lips from Madam Yue's cherry lips.

With deep affection and embarrassment, he called out, "Master's Wife."

"Mmm,"

Madam Yue responded softly.

The kiss had already made them understand each other perfectly.

Without Linghu Chong saying anything more, she naturally knew what he was thinking.

She slowly stood up, feeling somewhat embarrassed in front of Linghu Chong.

With her back to him, she began to unwrap the long robe she wore. As

the robe fell to the ground, Madam Yue's voluptuous and mature female body was fully revealed before Linghu Chong.

She gently untied the chain of her bodice, removing the last shred of clothing, and slowly loosened the hair tied in her hair. With a flick of her wrist, her beautiful hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall.

The middle-aged woman's rounded buttocks, long legs, jet-black hair, and snow-white skin made her appear as dignified, beautiful, and unapproachable as Guanyin.

Linghu Chong stripped off his clothes and stood there naked. Madam Yue turned around, her face flushed with embarrassment, covering the mysterious black triangle between her legs with her hands.

Her beautiful breasts were fully exposed to Linghu Chong's eyes. After all, she was his master's wife. At this moment, Linghu Chong suddenly dared not look directly at Madam Yue's naked body. He lowered his head shyly, but couldn't help stealing glances at Madam Yue's naked body. Seeing Linghu Chong's awkwardness, his bulging muscles, and his erect penis that dared not be raised, Madam Yue couldn't help but feel both ashamed and amused.

"Calling you a fool is an understatement; you really are a silly child."

Madam Yue, being a woman of many experiences, walked up to Linghu Chong and generously grasped his manhood with her delicate hand, gently stroking it while pressing her fair body tightly against her disciple.

Madam Yue was over forty, her youth gone, and her breasts had begun to sag slightly.

But her skin was as white as snow, and her breasts were large. What was even more endearing were her beautiful nipples, which, although brownish-red rather than pink like a young girl's, were truly stunning. Her smooth belly was slightly protruding, but not bloated. At this moment, she pressed her breasts tightly against Linghu Chong's arm, her beautiful nipples restlessly rubbing back and forth on his arm. How could Linghu Chong not be aroused? Linghu Chong let Madam Yue hold his penis and play with it. With one hand, he held Madam Yue tightly in his arms and continued to kiss her Frenchly, while with the other hand, he timidly grasped one of Madam Yue's breasts and gently kneaded it.

"Chong'er, we are now husband and wife.

Your master's wife is yours today.

Don't be shy, the joy of the bridal chamber lies in indulgence. The Huashan Sect are all hypocrites, and your master is a false gentleman who has taught you to be dull-witted. Marital

relations should be spontaneous. Consider this your wedding night, and your master's wife is your bride.

Your master's wife will grant all your desires; this is the essence of matters between men and women.

You don't need to be so cautious." After the kiss, seeing that he was still cautiously caressing her, Madam Yue stroked Linghu Chong's penis while whispering in his ear, biting his earlobe.

The scent of his master's wife in his ear aroused Linghu Chong, making him lose his senses.

Hearing her words of encouragement, he boldly declared, "Master's wife, I want to nurse!" Upon uttering these words, Linghu Chong blushed deeply.

He understood that this valley was a gift from heaven, a way of apologizing to him, and his master's wife was his bride.

But after all, he had treated her with utmost respect for twenty years.

Even in the throes of passion, when it came to consummating their marriage, he still felt embarrassed to express his desires for her.

"Chong'er! Husband! My good son! Master's wife is all yours!" Holding her disciple's penis in her hand, inhaling the strong masculine scent emanating from Linghu Chong,

Madam Yue felt a surge of abandon! Today, she would relinquish everything, for her disciple, she would become his woman completely! And for herself, for she was, after all, a woman. What

did she care about the turmoil of the martial world tomorrow! She only wanted a peaceful wedding night! Linghu Chong bent down and grasped his master's wife's breasts, like a child bringing his mouth close to them, sucking desperately on her left nipple... "Master's wife! Master's wife!" Linghu Chong murmured infatuatedly.

These were the breasts his master's wife never shared with anyone other than his master and junior sister! From this day forward, his master's wife was his woman! Watching his disciple in his arms, who had finished sucking on his left nipple and was now rubbing his face vigorously against his right nipple,

the intoxicating pleasure on her nipples gradually made Madam Yue lose herself: "Good boy, good husband! Touch your master's wife, touch your master's wife down there."

Linghu Chong squatted down, staring at the mysterious peach blossom spring three inches below his master's wife's navel.

This was the first time in over twenty years that he had truly and carefully seen a woman's private parts.

The first person to openly allow him to examine her private parts was none other than his revered master's wife… He first brushed aside Madam Yue's dark pubic hair with his hand. He

tried to pinch her clitoris with two fingers, attempting to pull the foreskin back higher. No one needs to teach him; men are naturally curious about a woman's mysterious parts, and they unconsciously touch and explore them… He wanted to see more clearly the mystery of his master's genitals, which his master had once played with and which his junior sister had touched when she was born, and to remember it more clearly after touching it carefully! Madam Yue's pink and delicate vulva was completely exposed to Linghu Chong. Looking at his master's wife's most mysterious and beautiful vulva, Linghu Chong couldn't help but look up at Madam Yue.

He saw that Madam Yue, with her hair hanging low, had a blush on her face, her eyes filled with longing and encouragement.

He boldly stuck out his tongue and licked his master's wife's clitoris; it tasted fragrant yet salty.

Madam Yue, itching from Linghu Chong's licking, giggled, her naked body trembling, her breasts shaking violently.

She gently tapped Linghu Chong's head, giggling as she reached out to cover her private parts again, trying to stop him.

He was tasting all of his master's wife's beauty, all of what his wicked master had once possessed.

Linghu Chong was filled with lust; all sense of propriety and shame had been completely forgotten in the face of sexual desire.

Although he couldn't change his address and still called her "Master's Wife," in his eyes at this moment, the Master's Wife who had abandoned her reputation and wealth was simply a beautiful woman who belonged to him, while he was just a strong young man.

All moral boundaries had been completely broken! After licking and teasing Madam Yue's flower bud, Linghu Chong stood up again, and the two of them, both completely naked, stared at each other once more.

Madam Yue, who had been teased by Linghu Chong, giggled, her pink neck already flushed with embarrassment.

Looking at the burning fire in his eyes, Madam Yue stopped laughing, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

At this moment, Linghu Chong's intense gaze boldly swept over her naked body, making her incredibly shy with each glance. Madam Yue felt as if she had truly returned to her wedding night with Yue Buqun.

She lowered her head.

Her long, black hair couldn't hide the girlish blush on her face.

"Master's Wife,"

Linghu Chong said, holding Madam Yue's delicate hands. His erect penis, throbbing with veins after exploring Madam Yue's body, was now throbbing. To Madam Yue, this "Master's Wife" was no longer the respectful address it once was, but a tender plea for pleasure.

"Mm,"

Madam Yue replied, lowering her head shyly as she pulled her hands away from his.

She knelt down, gracefully unfolding her long robe that had fallen to the ground and laying it flat.

She knew this tattered robe was the new bed he and his disciple would use in their bridal chamber. Now, she no longer possessed the unrestrained joy of their foreplay; instead, she felt the same shyness and fear she had felt when she had rested her head on his shoulder. Her heart pounded wildly again.

After laying the bed, Madam Yue gently knelt on the robe, using her hands as a pillow, resting her head on them. She bent over, sticking out her pink buttocks, and parted her legs, exposing her fair, jade-like buttocks and the moist, tender flesh below to Linghu Chong.

Her long, black hair cascaded down in front of her, hoping to conceal the shyness and desire on her face.

The yellow-clad fairy of her dreams

was now naked, posing for him in a position of intercourse.

Linghu Chong's heart fluttered with desire.

Although he had only tasted the forbidden fruit in a half-dreaming, half-awake state during the day, the scene of intercourse in his dream was vivid in his mind, and he had

secretly savored it during his leisure time. Now that it was actually happening, he still vaguely remembered how to do it.

Linghu Chong knelt behind his master's wife, one hand pressing on one of her snow-white, shapely buttocks, the other hand grasping his hard penis, trying to probe his master's wife's tender flower with the purplish-red glans.

Because his master's wife's jade buttocks were sticking out a bit high, Linghu Chong tried several times without success, still unable to find the entrance to his master's wife's vulva.

The hot, hard glans rubbed aimlessly against her vulva, arousing his master's wife's desire even more.

She reached a jade-like hand from between her legs, gently grasping Linghu Chong's penis, and slightly lowered her waist, guiding him to insert his manhood little by little into her moist vulva.

The beautiful mistress's thirsty vulva tightly held Linghu Chong's penis, and for the second time in a single day, the young man's fiery rod was inserted into her smooth vagina.

The first friction between Linghu Chong's sensitive glans and Madam Yue's vagina caused both of them to scream with pleasure in unison.

That soul-stirring pleasure turned this master and disciple, mother and son, who were burdened with immense guilt, into complete slaves to their instincts. What of the carefree life in the martial world? What of dominating the martial arts world? All of that was just a passing cloud! The ecstatic pleasure of marital relations was their shared goal at this moment. Linghu Chong, lost in passion, had cast aside his

unrequited love for his junior sister and his beloved spouse. His only thought was his master's wife's beautiful, lily-like white buttocks and his own raging, dragon-like penis thrusting in and out of her vulva. He was playing with his master's wife! But he wasn't just playing with her; he was venting his frustration at the injustice fate had inflicted upon him, seeking revenge on his master! He wanted revenge on his junior sister! "I'm going to play with your wife! Play with your mother!" But was this truly his purpose? In the midst of their passion, his master's wife gasped softly. Though he couldn't see whether her face reflected shyness, ecstasy, or guilt, her love for him was genuine. The teacher-motherly affection she had shown him before, the dependence she now held for him— would his actions hurt her? No! During his intercourse with Madam Yue, Linghu Chong seemed to feel he had found his true home. His junior sister's willfulness and Yingying's shrewishness weren't what he truly desired. From a young age, he had envied his master for having such a gentle and virtuous wife. Influenced by her, why hadn't he, in his youth, longed to marry such a beautiful and chivalrous woman, outwardly strong but inwardly gentle? Even if I married my master's wife, so what? Wasn't there a legendary hero in the past dynasty who married his master, becoming a celebrated figure in the martial arts world? I bear the reputation of a wanderer; what does it matter to me if my marriage to my master's wife is considered unconventional? Thinking of this, Linghu Chong's lust flared, and he gripped his master's wife's two snow-white, pert buttocks, thrusting even more violently. "No! Chong'er! Be gentle, I can't take it anymore!" Madam Yue, her buttocks raised as Linghu Chong thrust into her wildly, groaned and pleaded softly. But the young man's ecstatic absorption in his first experience of marital intimacy was not something she could easily forgive. Madam Yue felt her mind reeling from her disciple's penis! As lustful as Madam Yue was, she could almost see Yue Buqun without his beard. The once awe-inspiring gentleman swordsman, her husband, had castrated himself to practice swordsmanship. He even needed to apply his beard every day. She was already living a life of widowhood in her boudoir, but in the end, he had harmed himself, others, and even her daughter… She was a female knight of Mount Hua, and her husband had used his schemes to unite the Five Mountains Sword Sects, appearing to outsiders to be incredibly honored. But the youthful spirit and passion she once possessed, the courage to love and hate, had long since been worn away by her husband's hypocritical behavior. She knew her beloved disciple, Linghu Chong, was wronged and unjustly accused, yet dared not speak out. Despite being a woman in her prime, destined to spend the rest of her life alone in her boudoir, she willingly endured the suffering. And what did she gain in return? Not the flourishing of the Huashan Sect, but her husband becoming a laughingstock in the martial world, her beloved daughter dying far from home… Shan'er… When Madam Yue was captivated by Linghu Chong, her body trembled and her hair flew wildly. The pleasure of copulating with the young man, the guilt of losing her womanly virtue, and the lament for her misfortune intertwined, making her forget her roles as master and disciple, and amidst her panting breaths, she unconsciously let out wanton cries of pleasure. Madam Yue's incessant moans only fueled Linghu Chong's excitement, leaving him utterly oblivious to her own state. Completely lost in ecstasy, Madam Yue quietly raised her head, as if she were seeing Yue Lingshan before her. She saw Yue Lingshan, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, carrying a long sword, still the same young woman from Mount Hua. Seeing her respected mother and beloved senior brother engaged in this incestuous act with such passion, she showed no resentment or anger. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, but only with guilt. In a daze, she seemed to be saying to Madam Yue, "Eldest Brother is a good man. Our Yue family owes him too much, and I am already unable to repay him. I feel even more ashamed that Mother had to lose her virginity in his place. Although Mother's actions were unbecoming of a woman, in this situation, Mother cannot be blamed. I only wish that Mother and Eldest Brother could grow old together, treating each other kindly. That would be enough for my life..." Suddenly, Yue Lingshan disappeared... Madam Yue's heart sank slightly, and the unconscious moans she had made during her ecstasy abruptly stopped. Linghu Chong, behind her, was slightly surprised to hear his master's wife stop moaning. He resumed his vigorous thrusts. Madam Yue, lying on her arm, was feeling melancholy. Suddenly, she felt Linghu Chong's hands, which were pressing against her buttocks, knead them even more forcefully. Then came a series of violent thrusts, like a whirlwind, each one pushing his penis almost to the very bottom of her vagina, sending waves of pleasure through her and bringing her to a sudden climax! Her vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably. The extreme physical pleasure, coupled with a sudden sense of loss, brought tears to Madam Yue's eyes once more, but this time, unlike the previous times when she felt deeply ashamed and wronged. Whether it was joy or sorrow, she couldn't say. She only knew that as she reached her climax and her vaginal fluids flowed freely, Linghu Chong also ejaculated his scalding hot semen.

The love fluids of the master and disciple, mother and son, alternated and mingled within Madam Yue's vagina, forming a pool. As Linghu Chong withdrew his penis from her vulva, Madam Yue's vagina, already ravaged by their lovemaking, flowed forth like a spring, the essence of their intercourse dripping onto the long robe spread on the floor… Although there was no virginity bleeding, the white robe still bore the mark of this illicit affair between mother and son… Afterwards, Linghu Chong and Madam Yue lay naked together on the robe, facing each other, exchanging a knowing smile.

There was no guilt, only shyness.

There was no pretense, only sincerity. No need for further words, their feelings were self-evident. The loving couple embraced and nestled together for a while before Linghu Chong finally spoke, "Master's wife..." Before he could finish, Madam Yue gently pressed her hand to his lips and whispered shyly, "Silly child, if I told you how you treat me, how could I still be your master's wife?" "This..." Linghu Chong was somewhat at a loss.

"Do you know who I saw just now?" Madam Yue ignored Linghu Chong's dazed state and murmured, "Just now, when we were husband and wife, I think I saw Lingshan."

"Junior Sister? Where is she?" After their lovemaking, his mind had cleared, and upon hearing Yue Lingshan, Linghu Chong couldn't help but ask.

Madam Yue leaned against his arm, her delicate hand holding Linghu Chong's large hand and gently stroking her jade-like leg.

She whispered, "Shan'er is watching us become husband and wife.

She said she's sorry to you, and she knows my family has wronged you. I'm repaying my debt to my son, and my wife to my husband.

She told me to treat you well,

and for you to treat me well too..." As she spoke, Madam Yue's face flushed even more, her voice barely audible.

"Master's wife, how could I dare to betray you after such a humiliating and misplaced love?"

Linghu whispered fearfully in Madam Yue's ear.

"I've said it before, now that we've consummated our marriage, you must never utter the words 'Master's wife' again,"

Madam Yue said, slightly displeased that he still called her "Master's wife."

"Disciple... I understand.

From now on, may I call you Sister Ning?" "Hmm, although I am Ling Shan's mother, you two are not bound by marriage, and you are no longer a member of Mount Hua. The title of 'Master's Wife' is a thing of the past. I am more than ten years older than you, so it is only right that I call you 'Sister'.

Chong'er... I'm sorry, but I can't change my way of addressing you. May I still call you Chong'er?" Madam Yue stroked Linghu Chong's broad chest and asked in a sweet voice.

"I will listen to everything you say, Master... Sister Ning.

I had some realizations when we became husband and wife

just now. There was a hero named Yang who was able to marry his master. Now, my master is abandoned by everyone, and I am a notorious rogue in the martial arts world. Even if I marry you, my master's wife, what does it matter if I marry a remarried woman?"

He lowered his head and kissed Ning Zhongze in his arms. The two shared another long and unforgettable kiss.

From then on, Ning Zhongze no longer referred to herself as Madam Yue, but continued to use the name Ning Zhongze, the Jade Maiden

of Mount Hua. Ning Zhongze suddenly raised her face, her expression full of sorrow, and said, "Although you disregard your reputation, I am, after all, a woman. It's one thing for us to commit incest in this secluded valley, but how can we publicize it in the martial world? Besides, you and Miss Ren are a perfect couple, as everyone knows.

You must not ruin your future for someone as unfortunate as me."

After speaking, she let out a long sigh. Mentioning Yingying, Linghu Chong felt a pang of heartache.

He himself was immoral, committing incest with his master's wife. His first experience with the pleasures of men and women had been filled with lust, and he was only willing to die for his master's wife.

But Yingying was both his beloved and his savior, putting him in a difficult position. They embraced for a moment, their thoughts swirling.

Yet, lying naked in each other's arms felt like a wedding night. Linghu Chong, young and carefree, was preoccupied with his own troubles.

The thought of his master's wife's devoted love stirred his desires again.

His hands began to wander over Ning Zhongze's naked body.

Ning Zhongze, too, had been deprived of marital intimacy for a long time. Once touched, her desires were hard to suppress. Moreover, Linghu Chong was young and handsome, and after her brush with death, she had abandoned all notions of chastity and reputation.

Furthermore, as a young man, although his marital relations were still inexperienced, his energy far surpassed that of Yue Buqun.

His teasing further stirred her heart, and she willingly threw herself into his arms. They made love several more times until dawn, when they finally fell asleep naked in each other's arms, reluctant to part.

She slept until the afternoon.

Linghu Chong, driven by youthful passion, couldn't resist again seeking pleasure with Ning Zhongze. Ning Zhongze, however, was already hungry and thirsty, and being naturally clean, she felt the cave was too simple to live in.

So she insisted on dragging him to catch frogs and gather fruit to tidy up their bridal chamber.

Ning Zhongze was meticulous and skillful; in half a day, she cleaned the cave thoroughly. She went back to the cliff to find her longsword, split wood to make a door, piled stones for a stove, and stacked grass for a bed, transforming the small cave into a warm and inviting home.

From then on, the two spent their days tending to Yue Lingshan's grave.

At night, they would spend their nights in the small cave, enjoying a carefree and happy life.

Before they knew it, a month had passed.

Linghu Chong realized that the date for Xu and Yingying's reunion had been far overdue.

He feared she would worry about him, and he also feared she would come looking for him and find him living with his master's wife.

His face was filled with sorrow, and for several days he couldn't even muster the desire to be intimate with Ning Zhongze.

Ning Zhongze was wise and virtuous; although their relationship was fleeting, she treated him with the tenderness of a child. Seeing his unhappiness, she knew his distress.

After their lovemaking that night, seeing him tossing and turning, unable to sleep, she herself sat alone facing the cave wall, pondering for

a long time. Suddenly, she sat up and said to Linghu Chong, "Chong'er, we've been here for over a month now. These past two days, I've noticed you seem distracted. I suppose you can't let go of the affairs of the martial world and Miss Ren, right?" Linghu Chong also sat up, bowed his head, and pondered, "Sister Ning is right.

I love and respect you, and I wouldn't dare lie to you. My fellow disciples from Hengshan and Yingying have an appointment with me. I want to meet with them first, settle the sect's affairs, and then explain the situation to Yingying." "Farewell. I will return here to grow old with you, sister. What do you think, sister?" Ning Zhongze smiled and said, "You are the head of Hengshan Sect. The martial world is in turmoil right now. It is your duty to return. As for you and Miss Ren, you are a perfect match. Once your worldly affairs are over, go and marry her.

Our brief marriage was just a cruel twist of fate. I am much older than you and already married. How can I ruin your future? Go.

Go..." After saying this, Ning Zhongze lowered her head and remained silent. Seeing Ning Zhongze so pitiful, Linghu Chong felt a great pang of pity. He hurriedly

said, "Sister Ning, don't worry, I won't go.

But I'm afraid Yingying will come looking for me here because I broke my promise.

How about we find a quiet place to be husband and wife forever?" Ning Zhongze shook her head and said softly, "It's not that I'm jealous.

I've really thought it through.

This is where Shan'er is buried.

I will live here in seclusion and keep her company, and I won't go anywhere else.

As for you... everyone knows about you and Miss Ren.

If I love you, how can I let you be known as a philanderer, a womanizer, and someone who gets tired of the old and craves the new? If you're willing, after you leave, you can come here alone to meet me for a few days every year on the anniversary of Shan'er's death, and I will be content."

"The moon is bright and the stars are few tonight, perfect for a journey. Under the cover of night, you won't have to worry about the martial world knowing you once lived here. Let's go now!" She turned and took the longsword she had wrapped in, handing it to Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong saw that she was wearing the robe he had worn when they first became husband and wife, stained with their love fluids. Although she was naturally clean, the stain was from their first vows, and she couldn't bear to wash it off. She usually only wore Linghu Chong's undergarment, using the robe as their shared blanket. Wearing it now showed her unwavering affection.

His heart ached, and he longed to be with her, but then he remembered Ning Zhongze's words; her tone wasn't angry, but sincere.

His longing for Yingying and his desire to protect the nuns of Hengshan rekindled.

He rose, dressed, and bowed several times to Ning Zhongze. Turning to leave, he couldn't bear to stand there.

Seeing him like this, Ning Zhongze sobbed and threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

She whispered in his ear, "After this parting, I don't know what the future holds for you. If

anyone asks about me, tell them I've learned that Shan'er is dead and has committed suicide.

I hope you won't break our promise of a year; we'll meet again then." With that, she kissed his neck, gritted her teeth, and pushed him out the door.

No matter how much Linghu Chong knocked on the wooden door, Ning Zhongze remained turned away, refusing to open it. Through the door, he could only hear her murmuring, "Chong Lang, Chong Lang..." Then he heard her recite: "A peony I casually pluck, its beauty beyond compare, my black hair alone faces the cliff of heartbreak.

Passion and desire are hard to separate, sorrow is hard to dispel, I will devote myself to the Bodhisattva, let bygones be bygones, let bygones be bygones!" It was Ning Zhongze reciting a poem, "Huanxi Sha," and after she finished, there was no more sound in the cave. Linghu Chong knew he had been wronged.

But thinking of the dangers of the martial world, and how his master's wife had suffered so much, he realized that after the pain of losing her daughter and her virginity, she had spent so much time with him.

All the heroic spirit of those days was gone.

When tending to his own needs, he was surprisingly peaceful and serene.

Although he indulged in passionate lovemaking, he remained calm and undisturbed afterward.

It seemed he had

finally seen the light and would no longer attempt suicide. Perhaps it would be a good thing for her to live a secluded life amidst these green hills and clear waters, with his junior sister by his side, free from the entanglements of past grudges and the burdens of worldly ethics and moral transgressions.

I only need to keep my promise to visit her once a year, and always remember the kindness my master's wife has shown me.

Having said this, he left under the cover of night, his mind heavy with thoughts.

Linghu Chong walked alone for an hour, arriving at the very spot where he had rescued his master's wife.

Suddenly, a woman's voice cried out "Ah!" from afar. It was Yingying. Linghu Chong thought to himself, "Yingying really came?" Then he heard footsteps, and the two of them came running one after the other. He heard Yingying calling out repeatedly, "Brother Chong, Brother Chong, your master wants to kill you. You mustn't come out!"

Linghu Chong was shocked. "Why does my master want to kill me?" He then heard Yingying shout again, "Brother Chong, run! Your master wants to kill you!"

She was calling out with all her might, clearly wanting Linghu Chong to run away at the sound of her voice.

Amidst the calls, she appeared with disheveled hair, carrying a long sword, rushing towards him. Yue Buqun, empty-handed, chased after her. Seeing that Yingying was only ten steps away from stepping into a trap in the darkness, Linghu Chong was at a loss for what to do…

(The End)

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