[Rebirth of Zhao Zhijing] (Chapter 49)

Rebirth of Zhao Zhijing

Author: wolui
July 14, 2015

Chapter 49: The Heavenly Mountain Child Granny

In the western Sichuan region, at the foot of Misty Peak, the evil heretics of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands are secretly gathering.

A large group of people are gathered in a secret place in the wilderness. These people are men and women, handsome and ugly,
monks and Taoists. Some have flowing sleeves, some wear tight clothes and short jackets, some are old men with long beards flying, and some are
women with high-piled hair. Most of their clothes are strange and very different from those of people in the Central Plains. Most of them are carrying weapons, and
the weapons are also mostly strange in shape and nameless.

They have all been tortured by the Life and Death Talisman of Lingjiu Palace to the point of being neither human nor ghost. At this secret gathering, they are going to
discuss a way to resist Lingjiu Palace, and they have even given the euphemism that the gathering is the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly.

In the original novel of *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, Murong Fu, along with Wang Yuyan and the four great generals, unexpectedly stumbled into
the Grand Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals, triggering a series of subsequent events. However, in this world, Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan's
experiences are completely different, and the time for Princess Yinchuan of Xixia to choose a husband has been brought forward, so neither of them
appears .

The leader of this group is Boss Wu, along with external allies such as Sword God Zhuo Bufan and Daoist Buping.

Wu Laoda said, "Brothers, as you all know, I secretly infiltrated Misty Peak
to investigate ..."

Someone immediately chimed in, "Brother Wu, we all know. If it weren't for that, we wouldn't be
gathered here today. But you didn't find any valuable clues after your investigation; we're still just
guessing. There's no need to repeat your heroic deeds."

Wu Laoda wasn't angry, and said with a wry smile, "To be honest, in the back garden of Lingjiu Palace, I wasn't
terrified for a moment. My legs were weak. I kept thinking that if I were discovered, I would immediately jump off the cliff and die a
clean , rather than fall into the hands of that old hag's female warriors and suffer endless torment."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, clearly having lost
all courage under the oppression of Lingjiu Palace over the years.

Wu Laoda continued, "Actually, it wasn't entirely without results."

With that, he waved his hand, signaling his men to bring a black cloth bag and place it in front of him. Old Master Wu
untied the rope at the top of the bag, pulled the opening down, and a person appeared inside. Everyone gasped in surprise.
The person was very small, a little girl.

Old Master Wu said proudly, "This little girl is the one I captured in Lingjiu Palace, hehe."

Everyone cheered, "Old Master Wu is amazing!" "Truly a hero!" "Of all
the immortals in the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, you, Old Master Wu, are the best!"

Although she was just a little girl who didn't know martial arts, her courage and decisiveness in capturing someone on Misty Peak were truly
remarkable . Everyone praised Old Master Wu.

Then someone asked, "Old Master Wu, did you get any information about Misty Peak from this little girl? Is that
old... uh... Granny Tong really sick?"

Granny Tong of Tianshan had accumulated great prestige, and even some of the evil and heretical people who participated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly still dared not disrespect her
verbally .

Old Master Wu sighed and said, "This girl knows no martial arts whatsoever, and she's deaf and mute. We've tried everything, but
haven't gotten any information. It's truly shameful."

The crowd heard the girl's cries, "Aiya aiya," and indeed, she was mute. One of the people asked, "
Old Master Wu, if she can't speak, can she write?"

Old Master Wu replied, "No, she can't either. We've tried everything—torture, soaking, burning, starvation—everything
. It seems she's not just stubborn; she really can't."

The man said, "If that's the case, then Old Master Wu, what use is capturing this girl?"

Old Master Wu replied, "We've all decided to do this important thing, so we must work together wholeheartedly. No one
can back down halfway. Otherwise, if the news leaks and those wicked women from Misty Peak find out, we'll all be
doomed."

This made sense, and everyone responded in unison.

Old Master Wu's face hardened. He drew a ghost-headed saber and shouted, "Brothers, take out your weapons!
Each of you, slash or stab this little girl once. Though she's young and mute, she's still a
member of Misty Peak. Your blades have drunk her blood; from now on, you're sworn enemies of Misty Peak
. Even if you waver, you won't be allowed to back down!"

These people were no good; they bullied a defenseless little girl without a word
of protest.

The little girl was none other than the Heavenly Child Granny. During her period of rejuvenation every thirty years, she had lost all her power and
was completely helpless. A look of resentment flashed in her eyes. She never imagined that after a lifetime of dominance,
she would die at the hands of these inhuman servants.

Just as the swords were about to strike, a commotion arose at the outer edge of the crowd, followed by shouts and
screams. Then, a figure swept in from outside.

The newcomer was tall and handsome, dressed in ordinary peasant clothes, his face covered with a black cloth, appearing to be
a man in his thirties or forties.

Boss Wu and the others frowned deeply. This gathering of ten thousand immortals was a matter of
life and death; if this secretive, unknown fellow leaked the information, they would be doomed.

Sword God Zhuo Bufan and Daoist Buping exchanged a glance, both knowing they couldn't let this unexpected man leave
alive.

Boss Wu temporarily set the girl aside and asked in a deep voice, "May I ask who you are? Why have you disturbed
our gathering?"

As he spoke, the remaining members of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands gradually surrounded them, blocking
all escape routes.

This man was naturally Zhao Zhijing.

The demonic Daoist, after recuperating for several days, had recovered somewhat from his injuries, reaching about thirty percent of his peak strength, and came out
to gather intelligence. He didn't reveal his true identity because Western Xia had also submitted to the Mongols. If it were discovered that the assassin who killed
Temujin was in this area, experts like Kumārajīva and the Hundred-Benefit Taoist would come looking for him, putting him in some
danger.

Unexpectedly, the place he was transported to by the chaotic Mingkong was not far from the venue of this Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering.

The demonic cultivator, having detected the unusual movements of some individuals from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands, followed them. Upon seeing
the little girl in Wu Laoda's hands, he, having read the original novel, immediately recognized her as the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny.

Wu Xingyun possessed the Life and Death Talisman, a divine skill the demonic cultivator had always coveted; he couldn't allow her to die here.

In this world, Xu Zhu had already lost his chance, so he naturally couldn't come to the rescue. Therefore, Zhao Zhijing
took matters into his own hands.

Although his power hadn't fully recovered, these individuals from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands were nothing more than weaklings,
not attention.

Hearing Wu Laoda's question, Zhao Zhijing chuckled, offering no reply. He used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to dodge and unleash
a palm strike—the Heavenly Mountain Six Yang Palm, a supreme technique of the Xiaoyao Sect

! The Heavenly Mountain Child Granny's eyes widened in shock!

Leaving aside the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), the Tianshan Liuyang Palm was something only he and that heartless scoundrel knew.
That bitch Li Qiushui hadn't learned it. Could this man actually be sent by Wu Yazi?!

Zhao Zhijing's attack was too sudden. Although Wu Laoda's skills were decent, how could he compare to
a top-tier demonic cultivator? Moreover, the Lingbo Weibu and Tianshan Liuyang Palms were rare and powerful techniques,
far beyond the reach of ordinary masters.

Wu Laoda only had time to slightly shift his body before Zhao Zhijing's palm struck his shoulder,
sending him flying. He coughed up a mouthful of blood mid-air and crashed to the ground, severely
injured .

Had the demonic cultivator's power not been delayed, this palm strike would have instantly killed him.

Zhuo Bufan was shocked. He drew his longsword, a glint of sword light emanating from it, and thrust it out with lightning speed.

Meanwhile, the Unjust Taoist also launched a simultaneous attack, determined to stop this formidable enemy.

Zhao Zhijing, however, moved with lightning speed, using the infinitely mysterious Lingbo Weibu (Lingbo Steps) to slip away from their attacks .
In a single leap, he was beside the girl, scooped her up, and broke through to a less crowded area.

While the martial arts of the people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands weren't particularly high, many possessed strange and unusual skills.
Given his still-injured meridians, it was best not to be reckless.

Seeing the masked man trying to escape with the girl, the demons cursed and surged forward to intercept him.

But the Lingbo Weibu was arguably the most overpowered movement technique in Jin Yong's world; even the simpleton Duan Yu
couldn't catch it when using it, let alone someone as skilled and insightful as Zhao Zhijing.

With lightning speed, he darted left and right, breaking free of the encirclement and
rushing away.

Others tried to give chase, but they were merely following in the footsteps of the evil Taoist, never catching up.

Zhao Zhijing, carrying the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny, shook off the pursuers from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands in less than half an hour, and
ran into a mountain forest.

The Heavenly Mountain Child Granny, overwhelmed with excitement, disregarded the danger and asked, "Who is Wu Yazi to you!"

Despite being nearly a hundred years old, she looked exactly like a little girl. Although her voice was deliberately
feigned old age, it was clearly that of a young girl. This Eight Desolations and Six Directions Supreme Technique was simply
heaven-defying .

Zhao Zhijing tore off the black cloth covering his face, placed the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny on the ground, and bowed, saying, "Disciple Luo Likong
greets Uncle Wizard."

Wu Xingyun trembled and said, "You...you are that scoundrel Wu Yazi's disciple? He...where is he now?"

The Heavenly Mountain Child Granny was a complete homebody. Although she had heard the name Zhao Zhijing in recent years, she, confident in her unparalleled
martial arts, never took him seriously. Therefore, she couldn't recognize the man in front of her as the recently
most prominent leader of the Quanzhen Sect.

Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "So it just so happens that we've run into the time when Wu Xingyun is rejuvenated. Li Qiushui is busy
chasing after him, and neither of them has noticed Wu Yazi's news. No wonder they haven't come to Longhu Mountain. But Temujin
is so monstrous, and these two women aren't much different."

Hearing Wu Xingyun's question, the demonic Taoist respectfully replied, "My master is currently
living in seclusion on Longhu Mountain. He sent his disciple here to pay respects to my senior uncle and senior master."

Wu Xingyun's expression changed drastically, and she shouted, "That heartless scoundrel still has his eye on that bitch Li Qiushui!?"

She paused, hesitated, and couldn't help but ask, "So many years... so many years...
why come looking for me? He... since he could send his disciple here, he must know my situation... why
... why..." As she spoke, her face turned pale.

Zhao Zhijing replied, "My master has always cared for my uncle, but due to his physical limitations and
the watchful eyes of his enemies, he has been forced into seclusion, afraid to reveal the truth."

He then recounted how Wu Yazi had been ambushed and fallen off a cliff by Ding Chunqiu, and how he had lived in seclusion for many years. However,
he did not reveal that he had healed his own legs or that Ding Chunqiu was dead.

Wu Xingyun's eyes reddened as she listened, and she suddenly roared, "As his disciple, why don't you avenge your master
?!" She had witnessed Zhao Zhijing's performance against Wu Laoda and believed his
martial arts were among the best in the world. Of course, she hadn't realized that the demon hadn't used his true power.

Zhao Zhijing sighed, "Ding Chunqiu is also Master's disciple and has received the true teachings of the Xiaoyao Sect.
He knows everything that I do, and their skill levels are not much different. Moreover, he has developed a unique poison technique. If it were a life-or-death struggle,
I 'm afraid I wouldn't be able to defeat him."

Tianshan Tonglao didn't know how much skill Wuyazi had passed on to Ding Chunqiu. Upon hearing this, she subconsciously
assumed Ding Chunqiu had inherited all of Wuyazi's knowledge, and that his martial arts skills were naturally extraordinary.

Zhao Zhijing continued, "So Master sent me to find my senior uncle and master, hoping to learn other unique
skills of the Free and Unfettered Sect so I can kill Ding Chunqiu and avenge Master."

Tianshan Tonglao snorted coldly and said, "Once I recover, I will immediately go and kill Ding Chunqiu."

Zhao Zhijing replied, "I dare not trouble my senior uncle with this matter. Ding Chunqiu's betrayal of the sect is Master's greatest
regret in life, and I should personally cleanse the sect on behalf of Master. This is also Master's greatest wish."

Tianshan Tonglao nodded and said, "You have a point."

Zhao Zhijing continued, "Master once mentioned to me that the Eight Desolations and Six Directions Supreme Technique has
a period of weakness every thirty years. Now that my senior uncle is trapped in shallow waters, I will definitely protect him and return to Lingjiu Palace before making other plans."

Upon hearing this, Tianshan Tonglao felt relieved.

She had been talking to this man and had already discovered that this fellow named Luo Likong was indeed
closely related , and knew many things about the past of the Xiaoyao Sect.

While the Lingbo Weibu and Tianshan Liuyang Palms could be attributed to other means,
such knowledge of the Xiaoyao Sect's affairs meant Wuyazi himself had revealed them; he was undoubtedly a disciple.

She paused, then asked, "Wuyazi should know that I am not on good terms with your uncle, did he give you any instructions
?"

Zhao Zhijing replied, "Master didn't give any instructions."

Tianshan Tonglao was stunned for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before finally sighing, "That's just how he was back then. And rightly so,
what's the point of saying anything now..."

Zhao Zhijing said, "Uncle-Master, please show me the way, and I will escort you back to Piaomiao Peak."

Tianshan Tonglao sneered, "You can't go back. Hmph, that bitch Li Qiushui has definitely already made arrangements..." " A net has been cast,
making it impossible to move an inch within the territory of the Western Xia Kingdom."

She paused, then said, "Let's do the opposite. Let's go to Lingzhou City and hide
inside . Hmph, that bitch will never expect this!"

Then she added, "As long as you are willing to protect me diligently and help me get through this period, I will certainly
not treat you unfairly. Didn't your master send you here to study? Then I will first teach you a unique skill, the Heavenly Mountain Plum Blossom Hand."

Zhao Zhijing was overjoyed. Wasn't his purpose in doing all this for the Life and Death Talisman? The Life and Death Talisman was derived from the Heavenly Mountain
Plum Blossom Hand. As long as he learned this unique skill, what the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny could do, could he, Zhao Zhijing, not do?

Moreover, the demonic cultivator was not afraid of the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny playing tricks with the techniques. He didn't need the complete Heavenly Mountain Plum Blossom
Hand at all; he only needed to know the way the energy flowed and the basic techniques of this skill to deduce the Life and Death Talisman
.

Tianshan Tonglao was indeed wary, intending to only recite nine of the ten incantations of the Tianshan Zhemei Hand technique, keeping
a backup plan . But how could she possibly know that the man before her possessed martial arts skills and knowledge far exceeding her expectations?

Their journey was similar to that of Xuzhu and Tianshan Tonglao in the original novel; Zhao Zhijing found blood offerings for Wu Xingyun to practice
his skills, and the two hurried towards the Western Xia Palace.

By the time Tianshan Tonglao had recovered from a six-year-old girl to an eleven or twelve-year-old, Zhao Zhijing had already mastered the entire Tianshan Zhemei
Hand technique.

At this point, they were less than three days' journey from Lingzhou City.

That night, the two rested in the wilderness, lighting a campfire. Wu Xingyun, still appearing as a young girl, finished her training and
glanced at Zhao Zhijing, who seemed to be asleep against a small tree not far away. She thought to herself, "This child's comprehension is indeed extraordinary.
In just a he's mastered the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand technique I taught him. Hmm, his martial arts are remarkable. If we need to
fight that vile woman Li Qiushui in the future, he'll be a good helper. However, I need to find a way to control him."

Now that Tianshan Tonglao had recovered some of her strength and was no longer a helpless child, her mind had
become quite active.

She was no saint; seeing that Zhao Zhijing seemed to be sleeping soundly, she untied her water pouch and poured some
water into her hands.

The flickering campfire illuminated her delicate face, and the water droplets in her hands gradually condensed into
ice crystals—the Life and Death Talismans.

With a flick of her wrist, she shot the Life and Death Talismans towards Zhao Zhijing!

Success!

Seeing his Life-and-Death Talisman pierce the body of the man opposite him, Wu Xingyun's lips curled into a
smile . No one in the world could resist the control of the Life-and-Death Talisman.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing seemed to wake from a dream, jumping up and pointing at Tianshan Tonglao, saying, "Life-and-Death Talisman!?
You...you ambushed me!?"

Wu Xingyun sneered, putting on airs, and said, "As long as you serve me diligently, I will not
let you suffer."

Suddenly, the tense expression on Zhao Zhijing's face relaxed, and he smiled slightly, saying, "So
that's what the Life-and-Death Talisman is all about. I finally understand."

Wu Xingyun frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart. She felt that the man before her seemed completely
different.

Zhao Zhijing raised his head, looked at Tianshan Tonglao, and sneered, "Fortunately, you've only recovered a fraction of your power,
otherwise I wouldn't dare to rashly accept your Life-and-Death Talisman."

Wu Xingyun took a step back and said, "You...who exactly are you?"

Zhao Zhijing walked forward step by step, saying, "I am Zhao Zhijing, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, greetings to the Venerable Master of Lingjiu Palace
."

Wu Xingyun's face had completely darkened, and he said, "The Life-and-Death Talisman has no effect on you?"

Zhao Zhijing smiled lightly and did not answer. Tianshan Tonglao was inherently mean and cruel, with an extremely strong desire for control. The demonic cultivator
had long anticipated that this witch would plot against him as soon as she recovered slightly. The Life-and-Death Talisman she shot
was already enveloped by innate true energy as soon as it entered Zhao Zhijing's body, rendering it completely ineffective. The demonic cultivator also took this opportunity to analyze
the principle , which was nothing more than a variation and application of the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, and it wasn't difficult to explain.
Of course, it was also thanks to Tianshan Tonglao that he had recovered a little bit, otherwise Zhao Zhijing wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.

Tianshan Tonglao's mind raced. This man was impersonating Wuyazi's disciple, so what he said earlier was probably not entirely
true. But she had no time to investigate now. If he wanted to deal with her now, she was powerless to resist
. She needed to think of a way to deal with him.

Thinking of this, Wu Xingyun softened her tone and said, "I underestimated you. How about this, if you are willing to help
me deal with that bitch Li Qiushui, I will pass on the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Skill to you."

Zhao Zhijing laughed and looked at the loli in front of him with a strange look. He chuckled and said, "
I am no longer interested in that skill, but I am quite interested in you."

Wu Xingyun didn't react for a moment and blurted out, "You... what do you mean? Ah... ah!
You... you!"

There was a tearing sound, and her clothes were ripped open by Zhao Zhijing, revealing her snow-white skin.

Wu Xingyun's martial arts were incredibly miraculous. During her period of rejuvenation, her entire body and appearance
would revert to that of a child. At this time, she would be a true girl, with snow-white, delicate skin
that radiated a captivating glow even from her torn clothes.

The Heavenly Mountain Child Granny established the Lingjiu Palace, ruling over a large group of evil spirits and heretics for decades, holding a high position for a long time. Everyone who saw her...
They were all trembling with fear, as if on a pilgrimage, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

Now, with Zhao Zhijing tearing her clothes and pushing her to the ground, Wu Xingyun was completely stunned.

Although she looked like an adorable little girl, she was nearly a hundred years old; how could she have imagined someone would
lay a hand on her?

"Outrageous...outrageous! I...ah...I...stop!"

Zhao Zhijing completely ignored Wu Xingyun's struggles, pressing her to the ground with one hand while tearing at
her clothes with the other, soon stripping her naked.

"Hehe, I was worried your body wouldn't be as cute as your face, but it turns out you've really
become a little girl. Not bad, even your breasts are just starting to develop, haha." As he spoke,
Zhao Zhijing's large hand covered Wu Xingyun's slightly protruding breasts, kneading them vigorously.

Wu Xingyun was almost fainting with rage. Compared to Li Qiushui, she had truly remained chaste, only ever being intimate with one man in her life, Wu Yazi
. Now, to have her body defiled by another man, she was filled with furious rage.

But she had only recovered to the level of a twelve-year-old, how could she possibly resist Zhao Zhijing's assault?

"Oh dear, it's so smooth down there. Hehe, how old were you when your little cunt started growing hair?" The demon
licked the woman's immature breasts with his tongue, while simultaneously reaching down to touch the smooth, delicate
slit .

"Stop! Ah...you villain...stop...stop! You...you, as the leader of a sect, how can you do
such an absurd thing? You...ah ah...if you have any demands, you can just say them directly...ah...don't...
don't pry it in...ah..."

Tianshan Tonglao felt utterly absurd. Although she had lived on Misty Peak of Tianshan for a long time, she had heard of the reputation of Zhao Zhijing, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect
. This man was already the number one martial artist in the world, why would he do such a thing?

The wicked Taoist's thick fingers slowly penetrated Wu Xingyun's tender flower cave, lewdly laughing, "No other purpose,
just want to taste the flavor of the Lingjiu Palace Master, hahaha."

With that, he pulled down his trousers, and his incredibly thick penis sprang out.

Wu Xingyun gasped, it was so big!?

Before she could react, the wicked Taoist, holding his penis, brought it to the outside of her smooth little cave, thrusting his hips, and
the enormous glans broke into her!

Ah!

Wu Xingyun screamed in agony as that iron rod slammed into her still dry flower cave,
making her feel as if her body had been torn in two, the pain almost making her faint.

"Hehe, very tight, even your cunt has reverted to the state of a little girl, not bad, hahaha."

The wicked Taoist grinned maliciously, completely ignoring the excruciating pain of the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny, grabbing her slender
thighs and continuing to thrust.

Zhao Zhijing, tall and strong, looked quite
disproportionately large . Not to mention his enormous penis, as thick as an infant's arm, which had forcefully penetrated her
still-unpubescent, virgin vagina—it was utterly cruel.

"This Eight Desolations and Six Directions Supreme Technique is truly wondrous! It can even regenerate a hymen, haha!" The demonic Taoist
clearly felt his glans had just broken through a thin barrier, obviously the symbol of the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny's virginity
.

Wu Xingyun was in so much pain she couldn't speak, her eyes icy cold. If looks could kill, Zhao Zhijing would have been torn to pieces
long ago .

Suddenly, her face changed, and she exclaimed, "You! What are you doing?!"

Zhao Zhijing sneered, "Nothing much. I'm seriously injured and need to absorb the yin essence of a highly skilled virgin
to recover as quickly as possible. Hehe, Palace Master, you're so charitable, you certainly won't refuse me."

Wu Xingyun's face turned pale. She felt her internal energy gradually slipping out of her control. It seemed that the large rod inserted into her body by the
man was not only tearing open the tender flesh of her vagina, but also churning her internal energy into
a chaotic mess.

She desperately tried to control her internal energy, but the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Skill operated
on its own , completely out of control!

In his previous life, Zhao Zhijing was the super lecherous demon Bian Bufu in the world of Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty. His skill in absorbing yin to replenish yang was
naturally proficient, and he even had the experience of draining Fu Junzhuo's yin essence to death in the Tang Dynasty world. However, since coming to this world,
everything had gone smoothly for him, and since he appeared to be a righteous person, he hadn't had the opportunity to use his yin-replenishing skills.

Wu Xingyun stammered, "You...you broke my technique...ah...you...ah ah...I...
I will never let you go...ah ah..."

Zhao Zhijing chuckled evilly, "Won't let me go? I like it, haha, then use your hairless little cunt to grip
tighter, don't let go, haha."

As he spoke, his penis thrust in and out, employing the art of absorbing nourishment, mobilizing the internal energy within Tianshan Tonglao's body.

In truth, Wu Xingyun's Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Technique had always been within his body, but during the Rejuvenation stage,
it was deeply hidden in the acupoints, in a dormant state, waiting to be awakened by the cultivator.

The Rejuvenation stage was an illusion created because the immense power of the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Technique was completely immersed in the body, making
the cultivator 's body highly active.

At this moment, Wu Xingyun felt that the power that he originally needed to cultivate to regain was being pulled out bit by bit by this terrifying
man from the hidden acupoints, each thrust triggering a little more.

As her power recovered, her appearance and body gradually changed. Her

slender limbs lengthened slightly, becoming more rounded, and her breasts and hips gradually fuller. Her girlish
face slowly shed its childishness, becoming more alluring.

The demonic Taoist clearly sensed the changes in the woman's body beneath him and couldn't help but laugh, "So beautiful, you probably look
like you were when you were sixteen? Although your body is a bit smaller, your breasts and buttocks are quite full,
hehe , and even your pubic hair has grown."

Tianshan Child Granny was still desperately trying to control her internal energy, remaining silent in the face of the man's teasing,
gritting her teeth tightly.

The demonic Taoist held Wu Xingyun's firm breasts in his hands, kneading them continuously, watching these snowy treasures
grow from an A cup to a C cup, feeling the change from a child to a young woman.

"It's no use, can't you feel it? Your little cunt is already getting wet, hehe, starting to feel..."
"Feeling good now?"

"Shut up! You...you scoundrel! You...ah...ahhh..."

Zhao Zhijing thrust into her several times, rendering her speechless.

In the end, Tianshan Tonglao was just a nerdy girl with little sexual experience, so how could she resist the teasing of Zhao Zhijing,
a seasoned lecher ?

"Hehe, you're about twenty years old now, aren't you? I didn't expect the Master of Lingjiu Palace to be such a
beautiful girl with a youthful face and big breasts, haha, your breasts are so bouncy, so good."

Tianshan Tonglao's power had recovered somewhat, and her body was more mature. Her breasts had reached
the size of a D cup, full and perky, with an excellent feel. Combined with her still-childish and cute face, she was extremely tempting.

Thump thump thump thump, as Wu Xingyun's body matured, Zhao Zhijing's thrusting became smoother, truly exhilarating
.

Watching the woman beneath him gradually grow from an eleven or twelve-year-old girl into a teenage girl, and then into the voluptuous young woman
he was now , it was like experiencing a wondrous journey.

The current Tianshan Child Granny is now a young woman in her late twenties, with fuller breasts and buttocks, and
an incredibly hot figure. As her body has grown, so has her libido. At this moment, her eyes are glazed over, and her legs
are wet with desire; she is completely overwhelmed by the man's large penis.

"I only thought Wu Yazi was intimidated by your strength back then, but I didn't expect your charm to be no less than Li Qiushui's
,"

Zhao Zhijing sighed, thrusting even more vigorously.

From Wang Yuyan and Li Qingluo, one can know that Li Qiushui is definitely a stunning beauty, and Zhao Zhijing
had always thought that Wu Xingyun was definitely inferior to Li Qiushui. But now it seems that the cute-faced but extremely hot
Tianshan Child Granny also possesses a charm that drives men crazy. Wu Yazi, that green-haired turtle, was quite lucky to have been able to have a twosome with these two
sisters .

Thinking of this, the demonic Taoist couldn't help but grab her large breasts, which were already E-cup size, and squeeze them hard a few times.

Wu Xingyun's entire power was now under the control of the demonic cultivator. Knowing she could not escape this time,
she seemed to be transported back to the days when she was with Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui.

"You little thief, your senior sister has long regretted it, but, but you heartless man didn't give your senior sister any chance, leaving without saying goodbye
... Your senior sister... your senior sister has been searching for you for decades... You... you have been murdered? If so, your
senior sister will come to the underworld to join you."

A tear slid down Tianshan Tonglao's eye, but the images in her mind were immediately
burned away by the burning lust within her. With the man's powerful thrusts, she let out a seductive moan.

Zhao Zhijing changed positions, turning Wu Xingyun around so she was lying face down, her round,
snow-white .

"Such tempting big white buttocks."

The demonic cultivator slapped her hard, then began thrusting into her from behind, pressing down on her plump buttocks.

At this moment, Tianshan Tonglao had returned to her appearance in her thirties, with full breasts and a plump bottom, exuding the charm of a mature
woman . It was hard to imagine that not long ago, this fiery body was that of a naive young girl.

Cultivators of the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Technique usually maintain
the appearance of the age . Tianshan Tonglao's first rejuvenation was at thirty-six, and she was quite close to that age now.

Zhao Zhijing, while thrusting, carefully regulated Wu Xingyun's internal energy. He thought to himself, "That's about enough.
If I let her internal energy increase further, with only thirty percent of my current strength, I'm afraid I might not be able to suppress
it."

With that thought, he reached forward and grabbed the woman's large breasts, which swayed back and forth due to her position. He thrust
his hips , becoming even more wild.

Wu Xingyun felt as if her thoughts were floating in the sky, her body burning hot. Waves of intense
pleasure surged from her vagina, driving her almost mad.

"No... Waaah... Ahh... No... Ah... It's... It's coming... Junior brother...
Ahh... Harder... Senior sister... Senior sister is coming... Ahh... So... So good..."

In a daze, she mistook the man behind her for her beloved junior brother, trembling as she was brought to a peak
orgasm .

Zhao Zhijing's lips curled into a smile as his penis plunged deep into her vagina, absorbing the most precious yin essence of this top
expert , rapidly repairing his injuries.

Tianshan Tonglao's century-old cultivation was no ordinary thing. The yin essence released during one orgasm
restored . The demonic Taoist laughed triumphantly, leaning close to Wu Xingyun's ear and whispering, "One release
is probably not enough for the Palace Master. Let me continue to satisfy the Palace Master."

Tianshan Tonglao showed fear, but the large penis still deeply inserted into her body began to thrust again, shattering
all her resistance.

"Ah...ah ah...you villain...ah...I...I, Wu Xingyun...even if I become a vengeful ghost...
ah ah ...I will never...I will never forgive you...ah ah..."

Her voice was hoarse but clear and childlike.

The Eight Desolations and Six Directions Supreme Technique had been broken midway, and the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny's body began to revert to its youthful state. She gradually transformed from a sexy woman in
her thirties back into a young girl.

"Haha, this humble Taoist turned you from a girl into a woman, and then turned you back from a woman into a girl.
How will you thank me, Palace Master?"

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing held Wu Xingyun's petite body in his arms, supporting her buttocks with both hands , and
thrust into her repeatedly while she was suspended in the air.

Her entire power had been almost completely absorbed; Wu Xingyun's face was ashen, and she had no strength left.

The man had been fucking her for several hours, the number of orgasms countless. Now, even her vaginal fluids
were dried up; each thrust felt like a tearing of flesh.

She had now returned to her teenage form, and as the man continued to absorb her true energy, her size continued to
shrink.

"Hehe, now you look like you're sixteen. Oh, how come your hymen has grown back? Did
you have your first time at sixteen, so that hymen regenerates every year when you revert to your youth?"

Wu Xingyun was almost fainting; how could she answer?

After a while, Wu Xingyun reverted to her fifteen-year-old form, and her hymen indeed regenerated again. The demonic cultivator,
naturally, didn't hesitate to break her hymen once more.

Then came fourteen… thirteen… twelve…

Wu Xingyun had already fainted, but each time her virginity was broken, she was jolted awake by the pain, crying out several times.
The pain intensified as she grew younger.

Zhao Zhijing ignored her, feeling the tightness of her vagina enveloping his penis, while simultaneously
draining her last bit of energy like a marrow being extracted.

In the end, Tianshan Tonglao had reverted to the appearance of an eight or nine-year-old girl when she was captured by Wu Laoda.
All true energy had been absorbed by the demonic cultivator, leaving her with only her last breath.

Her childlike, adorable face revealed utter resentment, and she trembled as she said, "Evil villain… Lingjiu Palace… ah…
I will hunt you down for all eternity… avenge me…"

Zhao Zhijing's enormous penis remained inside her vagina, its thick diameter already tearing it open
, blood gushing out.

The sorcerer laughed heartily and said leisurely, "Palace Master, why do you say such things? Since you
have passed on me, then naturally it is my turn to take over the Lingjiu Palace. Rest assured, I will
take good care of your female disciples and maids, especially your beautiful quadruplets. I will make them understand the joys of being a woman, hahaha."

Wu Xingyun trembled all over, seemingly unable to believe that this man was so vicious. She wanted to say something, but she no longer
had the strength.

Zhao Zhijing also felt that he could no longer absorb any power, so he slowly withdrew his penis, stroked the dying
Wu Xingyun's hair, and said regretfully, "I didn't want to treat you like this, but I am injured. If you
recover before me, I'm afraid I won't be able to control you. Besides, the hatred between you and Li Qiushui is impossible to resolve. If I had to choose between the two,
I could only choose the Empress Dowager of Western Xia."

After saying that, he released his palm force, and the Lord of Lingjiu Palace died instantly. Perhaps the most powerful
female , Wu Xingyun, died without anyone noticing in the desolate mountains and forests outside Lingzhou City.

After Zhao Zhijing disposed of Wu Xingyun's body, he recuperated, his injuries mostly healed, and his internal energy had
recovered to eighty or ninety percent.

"These few hours have saved months of effort, haha."

In high spirits, he used his lightness skill to head towards Lingzhou City.

Since he was already here, he might as well explore the Western Xia Imperial Palace. Meanwhile,

in a secluded spot within Lingzhou City, Wang Yuyan stood gracefully in the night, facing
a man dressed in Western Xia military uniform.

She said in a trembling voice, "Cousin, you, have you been acting under the name of Li Yanzong all along?"

This man was Murong Fu. He had received a letter from Wang Yuyan, inviting him to meet. Although he was puzzled
as to why his cousin had found this place, he still came out as agreed.

Upon seeing Wang Yuyan, Murong Fu was taken aback. Wang Yuyan, who had previously been completely ignorant of martial arts
, now gave him a sense of danger. When did his cousin learn such superb martial arts?

Even if his cousin was exceptionally talented and had a photographic memory, internal strength is something that can be cultivated gradually and cannot be
achieved overnight . Murong Fu could never have guessed that Wang Yuyan had obtained a portion of Wu Yazi's internal energy, thus becoming a master overnight.

Hearing Wang Yuyan's question, Murong Fu nodded and said, "That's right, I
've always used this identity in the Western Xia First-Class Hall."

Wang Yuyan trembled, her heart filled with turmoil: "It really is my cousin! Back then, the one who raped
me was my cousin!"

"You... why did you do this!?"

Murong Fu was taken aback. He didn't understand what Wang Yuyan was asking and frowned, saying, "Everything I've done
is for the revival of the Great Yan. You already knew that."

Wang Yuyan's heart was in turmoil, filled with anxiety and uncertainty. Suddenly knowing that the person who raped her was actually her beloved
cousin, Wang Yuyan felt a mixture of surprise and secret joy, a sense of relief that her long-awaited happiness had finally come to fruition:
"It's my cousin! My body originally belonged to him. Although it's
improper , if he had explained things to me properly, it's not like I was unwilling..."

"But, but my cousin said he did this to revive the Great Yan... what does that mean? Could it be that he does
n't have time for personal matters, but still wants her... um, at the time, I was with Young Master Duan, and because I was poisoned by
the Sorrowful Breeze, I was weak all over and disheveled, hiding in a pile of rice. My cousin saw me, and probably misunderstood that Young
Master Duan had done something to betray him, so he lost control of his emotions... and then... and then he..."

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyan's pretty face blushed. In her heart, there was only Murong Fu.
If the person who raped her was really her beloved cousin, even if she felt resentful, she would still be willing.

She said softly, "Cousin is a hero, and he has been working hard to rebuild the Great Yan. Yuyan knows that.
Actually, actually, now that I know the truth, I... I don't resent it..."

After saying this, the tips of her ears turned red, and she felt that she was really shameless to say such a thing.
Wasn't this clearly saying that she was willing to be raped by her cousin?

Murong Fu had no idea that Zhao Zhijing, disguised as Li Yanzong, had raped Wang Yuyan. He thought
his cousin was referring to his agreement, under pressure, to give Wang Yuyan to Zhao Zhijing.

He thought to himself, "My cousin is stunningly beautiful and deeply devoted to me; I have indeed wronged her. But
she is no longer a virgin; her body has already been defiled by that Zhao the sorcerer or that Duan fellow. How can she become
the future Empress of the Great Yan Kingdom? The Western Xia Kingdom is currently holding a marriage contest. If I can win the favor of Princess Yinchuan,
it will greatly help my cause of restoring the kingdom. I must not let my cousin influence me..."

Murong Fu, Murong Fu, you must distinguish what is more important!

Thinking of this, Murong Fu's expression turned cold, and he said indifferently, "Cousin, the past is the past,
regardless of who was right or wrong. Our fate is over. In this life, let us be cousins."

Wang Yuyan trembled, her face turned pale, and she said in a trembling voice, "Cousin, you... how could you say such a thing?
I have respected you since I was a child. We have played together since we were little. I always obeyed whatever you said and never disobeyed you.
Even when you did that thing, I... I didn't blame you... how could you treat me like this?"

Murong Fu snorted coldly and said, "Cousin, let's not beat around the bush. These days you have been staying at the Duan
family's residence in Dali, and you are very close to that Duan boy. Hmph, with the protection of the Quanzhen Sect Leader Zhao and the Prince of Dali,
why do you need to follow my Murong family?"

Wang Yuyan bit her lip, shook her head, and said in disbelief, "Cousin... how could you say such a thing?"
"What about you? I... I have a completely innocent relationship with both Master Zhao and Young Master Duan. There's not a single secret affair between us. Besides you, Yu Yan
has never loved anyone else in her life."

At this moment, Murong Fu recalled the disheveled state of Duan Yu and Wang Yu Yan in that farmhouse, his cousin
even instructing Duan Yu on how to fight him... Then, their reunion at the Quanzhen Ceremony on Longhu Mountain, the
obvious allure of his cousin after being with a man...

Thinking of this, Murong Fu sneered and said indifferently, "Only you
know . I'll be frank, I've come to Xixia to marry Princess Yinchuan. I hope you won't hinder
me, cousin."

These words struck Wang Yu Yan like a thunderbolt. She was heartbroken, almost spitting blood.

Her cousin had taken her body, but now, to marry the princess of Xixia, he was going to abandon her…
Wang

Yuyan's face paled, and she slowly retreated, saying sadly, “So that’s how it is, Yuyan understands… Cousin,
I wish you success in your wish to marry the princess of Xixia and become the emperor of Great Yan.”

Not far behind her was a dry well. Wang Yuyan thought to herself, “My cousin has taken my body,
yet he won’t marry me… What’s the point of me living? I might as well throw myself into this well and die
…”

With that thought, she slowly walked to the edge of the well and gave Murong Fu one last, sorrowful look.

Murong Fu’s heart trembled; he had already seen that Wang Yuyan was determined to die. He took a step forward, reaching out to grab her arm,
wanting to cry out, “No!” But he knew in his heart that once he uttered the words and pulled her,
it would be difficult to predict whether he could escape his cousin’s tender entanglement. His cousin was gentle and beautiful, a rare beauty in the world. With such a wife,
what for? Moreover, she had been deeply in love with him since childhood. If he couldn't control himself and entered into some tragic relationship,
his grand plan to restore the Yan Kingdom would be greatly thwarted. Thinking of this, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He reached out a hand
, but didn't pull Wang Yuyan up.

Seeing his expression, Wang Yuyan guessed his feelings. She thought, "Even if you abandon me, we are still cousins, my
closest relatives. Seeing me walk into a death trap, you don't even try to stop me. How cold-hearted you are!" Without another thought,
she jumped into the well.

At that moment, a panicked cry came from not far away: "Miss Wang, no!" Duan Yu

rushed over in a panic, lunging to pull Wang Yuyan back, but the distance was too great.
How could he possibly hold her back? He could only watch helplessly as the girl jumped into the deep well.

"Miss Wang, fairy sister... if... if you die, what's
the point ?" Duan Yu stared blankly at the deep well, muttering to himself in despair.

In life, I had no chance to be with you. I only hope that in death, you'll look at me a little longer, say
a few more words to me.

Suddenly, Duan Yu cried out and jumped into the well without hesitation, determined to live and die with
Wang Yuyan !

Murong Fu, witnessing this scene, was stunned for a moment before sighing, "Cousin, we are destined to be
apart in this life. When I ascend the throne, I will posthumously confer titles upon you, so that your devoted heart will not have been in vain."

Having said this, he turned and left without looking any further.

Although Wang Yuyan's suicide had touched him somewhat, Duan Yu's departure meant that without the Dali prince as
a competitor , his chances of success were naturally higher, and he felt a slight sense of satisfaction.

However, he didn't know that beneath the dry well lay soft mud, and neither Wang Yuyan nor Duan Yu had died.

The plot, after many twists and turns, returned to the original story.

Wang Yuyan had given up on Murong Fu and instead opened her heart to the simple-minded Duan Yu.

However, unlike the original story, this world now had a new Zhao Zhijing…

The sorcerer had already infiltrated the Western Xia palace in Lingzhou City.

In this world, the restorer of Western Xia was still Li Yuanhao, but due to
the occupation , Western Xia's territory was much smaller than before.

The current ruler of Western Xia was Li Yuanhao's son, Li Liangzuo, who had reigned for nearly twenty years. Although
he hadn't made any significant progress, he was considered a conservative ruler. However, rumors circulated that the king was recently seriously ill, and the Western Xia court was
being managed by the faction of the Empress Dowager Li.

This Western Xia marriage proposal was rumored to be to bring good fortune to the king.

Zhao Zhijing had been in this world for several years and naturally had a general understanding of the various factions. The
Empress Dowager of Western Xia was none other than Li Qiushui of the Xiaoyao Sect.

This junior sister of Wu Yazi, knowing her husband had been knocked off a cliff by Ding Chunqiu and Xiaoshan, quietly left and gave birth to
Li Qingluo. Then, for reasons unknown, she fled to the Western Regions,

where she met Li Yuanhao, who was in his prime. The then-ruler of Western Xia had never seen such a beautiful and charming woman as Li Qiushui. He was completely captivated
and immediately took her as a concubine, bringing her into the palace.

Later, Li Qiushui gave birth to a son for Li Yuanhao, who became the current ruler of Western Xia, Li Liangzuo.

After Zhao Zhijing raped and murdered Wu Xingyun, his martial arts skills had largely recovered, and he was free to roam the world without restraint.

After several twists and turns, he managed to find the Empress Dowager's palace.

Li Qiushui possessed extremely high martial arts skills, so Zhao Zhijing was quite cautious, concealing his aura as he slowly approached.

Just as he arrived at the palace, he heard a man's voice: "Junior sister,
thank you so much for healing me at all costs."

Zhao Zhijing was stunned. It was Wu Yazi? Had he been teleported to Xixia?

Then a soft and charming voice rang out: "Senior brother, there's no need for such formalities between you... Back then,
Qiu Shui thought you were dead, and she wished she could die with you. Now, Heaven has taken pity on her and allowed her to meet you
again Even if I were to die now, I would be willing."

Li Qiu Shui! Zhao Zhijing's heart skipped a beat. In the original story, when Xu Zhu was fleeing with Wu Xingyun, he encountered Li Qiu Shui chasing after him.
He had been wondering why he hadn't seen Li Qiu Shui for a long time. It turned out that it was because he had encountered Wu Yazi.

At this moment, Li Qiushui was heard saying, "Senior brother, do you still blame me?"

"Over the years, I've become indifferent to everything. Ding Chunqiu is already dead, so how could I blame you?"

"Alas, I once thought of killing Ding Chunqiu to avenge you, but, after all, he is Qingluo's father, and I...
I just couldn't bring myself to do it... I'm sorry... And Xiaoshan, we haven't heard from him for decades."

"In the end, it's all my fault. If I hadn't fallen for another man and allowed him to humiliate his wife, none
of this would have happened. Heaven's sins may be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins are unforgivable; everything is predestined. Fortunately, Xinghe has
been loyal to me, which allowed me to continue this illicit affair for so many years."

"By the way, Senior Brother, you said that Xinghe actually likes men? I really couldn't have seen that back then.
He… he, Ding Chunqiu, and Xiaoshan… they slept with them so many times…"

"Sigh… I didn't know that at first, but… Junior Sister, do you know Wang Changling's poem 'Leaving the Frontier'?" "

Of course I know it. 'The moon of Qin, the pass of Han, ten thousand miles of long march, no one returns. If only the Flying General of Longcheng were here, the barbarian horses would not dare cross
the Yin Mountains.' What's wrong with this poem?"

"That day I saw his calligraphy in Xinghe's room, and this poem was among them, but the last line was '
If only the Flying General of Longcheng were here, the emperor would no longer hold court in the morning.'"

"This… what does that mean?"

"Wang Changling's poem refers to the Flying General Li Guang, and this was during the reign of Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty. Emperor Wen was known for his
homosexuality, and his male favorite Deng Tong was famous throughout history.
Li Guang had rendered numerous meritorious services, even saving Emperor Wen's life, but he did not receive sufficient rewards, hence the saying, 'Feng Tang grows old easily, Li Guang is hard to be rewarded.' However, another version of the story
is that Emperor Wen took a liking to the young and robust Li Guang and desired to have homosexual relations with him, but Li Guang refused, thus his rewards
were suppressed. The meaning of the line 'Star River' in the poem is that if he were..." " Li Guang, of course, should cater to the emperor's wishes,
satisfying they can live happily ever after, neglecting even the morning court. But even if he were Li Guang, how could I be worthy of being Emperor Wen of Han?"

Zhao Zhijing, standing nearby, was dumbfounded. The people of the Xiaoyao Sect were indeed proficient in poetry and prose;
even a single line of poetry had so many implications. It was fortunate that Wu Yazi could understand it...

Suddenly, Li Qiushui shouted, "Who's outside!"

It turned out that the sorcerer had been so engrossed in listening that he had relaxed his guard and was discovered by Li Qiushui.

But it didn't matter that he was discovered. Zhao Zhijing chuckled and leisurely walked into the palace.

There were no guards or maids to be seen; naturally, Li Qiushui had chased them away to avoid interfering with her rendezvous with her senior brother.

He saw Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui sitting cross-legged on the bed, dressed in thin clothes, seemingly having just been healing
their injuries together. Although Wu Yazi hadn't exerted much effort in his battle against Temujin, he had still suffered considerable injuries
. It appeared that Li Qiushui was helping him recover.

Seeing Zhao Zhijing enter, Li Qiushui didn't hesitate, unleashing a palm strike from a distance. The force of her palm traced a
strange arc, curving around to attack her enemy.

"Haha, this is the White Rainbow Palm Technique that Senior Wu Yazi mentioned," the demonic Taoist laughed,
flicking his sleeve to block Li Qiushui's palm strike.

This effortless deflection of the fierce White Rainbow Palm Technique caused Li Qiushui to frown slightly.
Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, she couldn't help but look at Wu Yazi and ask, "Senior Brother, do you know him?"

Wu Yazi was also greatly surprised to see Zhao Zhijing appear. He nodded and said softly, "Junior Sister,
this is Master Zhao of the Quanzhen Sect. Temujin died at his hands."

Li Qiushui was shocked. So he was the one who defeated Temujin, the wolf from beyond the realm. No wonder his martial arts were so powerful.

Zhao Zhijing looked at Li Qiushui. She wore a veil, revealing only a pair of captivating phoenix eyes.
Her clothes were very form-fitting, and her full breasts and slender waist formed a perfect curve. Her exposed
snow-white skin was without a single wrinkle. She looked like a sexy woman in her thirties, and it was impossible to tell her actual
age .

He smiled faintly and said, "This humble Taoist just happened to have a gift to present to Her Highness the Imperial Concubine, so I trespassed into the palace
. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Li Qiushui said calmly, "Master Zhao, you flatter me. May I ask what instruction you have for me?"

Zhao Zhijing took out a small bottle from his robes containing medicine extracted by Cheng Lingsu from the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment and smiled,
"This medicine can revive the dead and heal bones, and it can even erase scars from many years ago. With just a little application, the injured skin can
recover. I wonder if Her Highness the Imperial Concubine is interested?"

Li Qiushui trembled, and her eyes immediately shot out a blazing light.

At this time, more than ten days had passed since Temujin's assassination. This news had spread like thunder throughout the Central
Plains, and everyone from the imperial court to the mountains and fields was focused on this news.

However, of the eight warriors who had ventured deep into the grasslands, only Guo Jing had appeared so far, and he was seriously injured. The other
seven were nowhere to be found. From Guo Jing, people learned that besides him, Zhao Zhijing, Qiao Feng, and
another . However, surviving didn't guarantee an escape from the grasslands. With so many days without
news, everyone was anxious and had their own plans.

At the Zhao residence at the foot of Longhu Mountain, Li Mochou, dressed in her signature apricot-yellow Taoist robe, respectfully bowed
several times to the statue, murmuring, "Buddha or Taoist, please bless him with a safe return."

After bowing, she stood up, her face filled with sorrow, but she said fiercely, "You bastard Taoist, if
you never return, even as a vengeful ghost, I will follow you down to settle accounts!"

Now that the news had spread, everyone knew that Zhao Zhijing had gone to assassinate Temujin. Basically, these women
were all greatly surprised, and their opinion of Zhao Zhijing changed drastically. In the current social environment, Zhao Zhijing's
actions truly deserved the title of hero. Because of this, the Zhao residence remained relatively peaceful for the time being, with everyone quietly
waiting, believing that Zhao Zhijing would surely return.

Li Mochou continued walking; Little Dragon Girl was estimated to give birth in the next day or two, and as the housewife, she felt it was time to
check on her.

"Damn it!" The pretty Daoist nun touched her lower abdomen, gritting her teeth, and said, "I was planning to bear you
a son or daughter, you lecherous bastard, you'd better hurry back and plant your seed!"

In another room, Ren Yingying, Lan Fenghuang, and Qu Feiyan, three remnants of the Sun Moon Cult, were gathered together discussing something.

Lan Fenghuang said, "Holy Maiden, that evil Taoist hasn't been heard from for so many days; I'm afraid he won't be returning. Why don't we
find a way to leave this place and stop having to put up with that Red Serpent Fairy's attitude?"

Ren Yingying shook her head and said softly, "Not yet. That person isn't so easy to kill. Besides, our
goal is to avenge Zuo Lengchan. Right now, outsiders don't know we're hiding here. We'll keep our skills hidden while the enemy is exposed
. After we've mastered our martial arts, we'll wait for the right opportunity to kill this fiend in one fell swoop. A hasty attack now would only expose our whereabouts and alert him. I have already..."
" After having Elder Qu Yang, Fei Yan's grandfather, secretly investigate the Songshan Sect, they're likely to make some big moves soon.
If we get the chance, we absolutely can't let that traitor get away with it."

Qu Fei Yan nodded her cute little head, pouting, and said, "I heard from Grandpa that Zuo Lengchan seems to
have formed an alliance with an organization called Jueqing Valley. I wonder what they're up to."

Lan Fenghuang frowned and said, "Jueqing Valley? I've never heard of that name before."

Ren Yingying said, "I haven't heard of it either, but no matter what, we must practice our martial arts diligently and be prepared.
After all, Zhao Zhijing took us in and passed on several profound martial arts techniques to us without reservation. Although he
took our bodies, he's still been kind to us. Besides... besides..."

As she spoke, Ren Yingying's beautiful face suddenly turned bright red. She suddenly thought of the ecstatic pleasure of being manipulated by the demon's big
cock, which made it impossible for the naturally shy girl to continue.

Seeing Ren Yingying's flushed face, Lan Fenghuang and Qu Feiyan knew exactly what she was thinking. Their own faces lit up with a rosy glow
, and they fell silent. In another room, Gan Baobao, Zhong Ling, Qin Hongmian, and Mu Wanqing, two pairs of mothers and daughters, were gathered together. Mu Wanqing said, "I really can't see through him. At first, I thought he was a hero, but later I discovered he was just a lecher. But just when I had decided he was a lecher, I discovered he was actually a hero..." 　　Zhong Ling's face, which had been full of worry, couldn't help but chuckle when she heard Mu Wanqing's words . 　　Gan Baobao smiled and said, "Although Master is a bit lecherous, his actions over the past few years have been of great merit to the martial arts world of the Southern Song Dynasty. He absolutely deserves the title of hero, not to mention leading the charge into the grasslands to assassinate Temujin, disregarding all dangers." 　　Qin Hongmian curled her lips and said dismissively, "What kind of hero would even sleep with a mother and daughter together, and, and more than one pair..." 　　Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling both looked embarrassed, but Gan Baobao smiled slightly and said softly, "Yes, more than one pair." 　　In a secret room not far from their room, a lewd feast was taking place. 　　Ruan Xingzhu and Li Qingluo, two beautiful women, were naked and bound together, their hair disheveled, their full breasts pressed tightly together, their eyes radiating a dazed light, panting softly as they faced each other. 　　Their lower bodies were connected by a wooden double-headed sedative. No matter which one moved slightly , it would activate the sedative, causing the other to tremble. 　　"Sister, look how happy Mother is now, hee hee, she's starting to wiggle her hips again, so amazing, even Madam Wang across the street can't stand it." 　　A soft, seductive voice came from the side. Ah Zi, completely naked, was lying on top of Ah Zhu, who was also naked , rubbing her full breasts against her sister's body. 　　"It...it was you who drugged me...Ah Zi, you...you can't do this, how could you do this...Waaah... let me go..." 　　Ah Zhu's injuries had healed; her thin, pale face had regained its color, and even her breasts and buttocks were fuller , making her look even more alluring. At this moment, she was paralyzed by pressure points and couldn't move, suffering terribly . 　　Azi chuckled, "How could you do this? Hehe, Azi also wants to ask Mother and Sister, how do this? You abandoned Azi and completely neglected her. Sister, you're so lucky, you let Mother send her to Madam Wang's place, where she has no worries about food or clothing. But Azi, she was sold back and forth by human traffickers, worked as a beggar, worked as a child prostitute, and had her virginity defiled by that Starry Night Monster when she was only twelve." 　　As she said this, Azi stared at Azhu with her big eyes and whispered, "Sister, do you know who ?" 　　Azhu's heart trembled, and she shook her head blankly. 　　Azi grabbed her sister's breasts with both hands, twisting them forcefully, and laughed, "It's you. Why is it so unfair? All those tragic things happened to Azi, while you, sister, grew up happily and healthily, and even won the heart of the great hero Qiao Feng..." 　　"Ah...ah ah...gentle...no...wait...don't be so rough...it hurts...it hurts... " 　　Azhu's beautiful breasts were being pulled so hard by Azi that they were almost deformed, and she was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat. 　　Azi revealed a maniacal smile and said, "Sister, your breasts are a size smaller than others'. Do you know why? Hehe, Azi's breasts were played with by men since she was developing. Do you think it hurts now ? Azi was treated like this every day back then. Especially that pervert Ding Chunqiu, do you know how he played with Azi?" 　　"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...wait...sister...sister didn't know...didn't know that Azi suffered so much..." Azhu was both terrified and sad for her sister, not knowing what kind of feelings . 　　Azi turned around, now facing Azhu, her buttocks pressing against Azhu's face. She laughed, "Since that's the case, then I, as your older sister, must make it up to you. Come on, lick me." 　　Azhu saw her younger sister spread her legs, completely exposing her most private parts, and felt a sudden inexplicable dryness in her throat. 　　Azi lowered her head, moved between Azhu's legs, and gently licked, saying in a devilish tone, "Sister, lick me, lick me... hehe, Azi... Azi will make you feel good too ..." 　　A fleeting image of Qiao Feng flashed through Azhu's mind. Then, she felt her legs being spread apart, the wet, slippery sensation spreading through her flower path, making her involuntarily moan softly. 　　Then, the frenzied pleasure surged forth, gradually engulfing her reason, as if she were slowly sinking into an unknown abyss. 　　At Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Hua, Sect Leader Yue Buqun was speaking with his disciple, Lao Denuo. The 　　usually long-bearded Sect Leader Yue was now completely white-faced and beardless, dressed in a bright red robe , appearing extremely eerie. 　　His voice was extremely effeminate: "Is this it? This is the plan of Zuo Lengchan and Gongsun Zhi? If you lied to me, do you know the consequences?" 　　Lao Denuo knelt on the ground, trembling, and said in a trembling voice, "This humble one dares not deceive the Sect Leader. What this humble one knows..."

"I've laid everything bare. Please, Sect Leader, show mercy and spare my life!"

Yue Buqun laughed shrilly, then after a while, said in a strange tone, "Heh heh, you're still useful
. I won't kill you."

He then muttered to himself, "Zhang Sanfeng is dead. If Zhao Zhijing doesn't return either, then the position of Vice Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance
will be vacant... Zuo Lengchan, I, Yue, have endured humiliation and forbearance for so long. How could I let you succeed?"

Yue Buqun left the room and returned to his study.

He walked to the bookshelf, pressed a pen holder, and gently rotated it halfway. The wall suddenly slid open, revealing
a secret room.

Inside, a person was hanging upside down, hands bound, covered in blood—it was Linghu Chong!

Yue Buqun shrilly shouted, "Linghu Chong, hand over the sword manual of the Dugu Nine Swords!?"

Linghu Chong was covered in wounds, clearly having been tortured. He forced his eyes open and looked at Yue Buqun, saying, "
Master , you...you..."

Yue Buqun sneered a few times and said, "Good disciple, you rely on the Dugu Nine Swords to dominate the martial arts world, but have you ever put me,
your master, in your eyes? Hmph, you've learned powerful martial arts, but you've kept them hidden,
only to suddenly unleash them at the crucial moment. What are your intentions?"

Linghu Chong retorted, "This sword technique is not a Huashan Sect martial art. This disciple dares not privately teach
sword techniques taught by others."

Yue Buqun's face grew even colder: "Oh, then there is a sword technique passed down by the founder of the Huashan Sect in the Cliff of Contemplation.
Why didn't you say so?"

This time, Linghu Chong couldn't answer. Logically speaking, as a disciple of the Huashan Sect, he
should have told his master about his sect's founder's martial arts technique. But at that time, Yue Lingshan had fallen in love with
someone else, and Linghu Chong was in a state of utter despair, which delayed the matter.

Now, Yue Buqun accused him of having ulterior motives, but he didn't know how to refute it.

Yue Buqun let out another cold snort, his figure flashing like a ghost, disappearing in an instant. When he returned,
he was carrying a woman in his hand. It was none

other than his own daughter, Yue Lingshan!

Yue Lingshan's pressure points were sealed, rendering her unable to move. Her eyes shone with terror as she stared at the bound
Linghu Chong.

Yue Buqun said, "Linghu Chong, from now on, every time I ask you a question and you don't answer, I'll
stab this wretched girl with my sword. Hmph, I'll see if you're truly heartless."

Linghu Chong shook his head in disbelief, muttering, "Master...you...you're insane..."

Yue Buqun threw Yue Lingshan to the ground, saying hatefully, "If it weren't for this wretched girl,
how could have escaped? Hmph, you're all ungrateful wretches, I've raised you for almost twenty years in vain!"

With that, he drew his long sword, pressed it against Yue Lingshan, and stared at Linghu Chong with a cold, venomous gaze,
slowly saying, "If you don't want her to die, then tell me everything you need to say!"

In Lingzhou City of Xixia, Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan finally managed to climb out of the dry well. Both of them were covered in
mud, so they went to a nearby stream to wash themselves.

Duan Yu was now ecstatic, like a god. Wang Yuyan nestled in his arms, her faint fragrance
filling his nostrils, intoxicating him.

At this moment, he felt it was all a dream, and he couldn't help but slap
himself hard.

Wang Yuyan was startled and quickly touched his red cheek, asking, "Duan Lang, why did you
do that ?"

Duan Yu said sheepishly, "Miss Wang, you've suddenly become so kind to me. I was afraid I was dreaming, so I wanted to wake
myself up."

Wang Yuyan chuckled and said coquettishly, "Silly boy, still calling me Miss Wang?"

Duan Yu was overjoyed and quickly said, "Yuyan... Yuyan... Yuyan..." He called her name many times,
feeling call her that for a lifetime without getting tired of it.

Wang Yuyan asked softly, "Duan Lang, are you still going to marry that Princess Yinchuan of Western Xia?"

Duan Yu hurriedly shook his head and said loudly, "Whether that Princess Yinchuan of Western Xia is a goddess or a demon,
it has nothing Duan Yu. If I ever look at that Princess Yinchuan of Western Xia again, may I, Duan Yu, die without a trace... uh..."

But before he could finish speaking, Wang Yuyan covered his mouth.

Wang Yuyan thought to herself, "My cousin and Duan Lang's feelings for me are worlds apart, and I've never
bothered to distinguish between them. If it were my cousin, how could he be willing to live and die with me, jumping into that well without hesitation?
Only Duan Lang is truly devoted to me, even willing to give his life for me."

Suddenly, Wang Yuyan's face turned pale, and she thought to herself, "But, but I am no longer a virgin, and Duan Lang doesn't know that.
He, he is the Crown Prince of Dali, and I, a withered flower, how can I be worthy of him?"

Duan Yu He was so excited that he didn't notice Wang Yuyan's unusual behavior. After a long while of tenderness, he
asked, "Yuyan, where should we go next?"

Wang Yuyan was currently struggling with whether or not to reveal that she had lost her virginity to her cousin. Hearing this, she whispered
, "It's up to you, Duan Lang."

Duan Yu felt that Wang Yuyan calling him "Duan Lang" was so sweet and intoxicating that he could hear it a thousand times over.
He said , "Then let's go back to the inn first and then make a decision."

Wang Yuyan silently nodded.

At this time, in the northwest, in the territory of the Liao Kingdom, an internal strife was raging.

The Kangxi Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Wanyan Honglie of the Jin Dynasty, and the ruler of the Liao Kingdom were all killed suddenly, almost simultaneously.

The ruler of the Liao Kingdom at this time was Yelü Zhenzong, whose son was Yelü Hongji. He also had a younger brother,
the Crown Prince Yelü Chongyuan.

Emperor Yelü Zhenzong suddenly died, and Yelü Hongji should have succeeded him. However, Yelü Chongyuan seized the opportunity to rebel,
and the two began fighting each other with their respective armies.

Yelü Chongyuan, with his strategic mind and unpreparedness, initially had the upper hand and seemed poised to
defeat , and ascend the throne.

But then, a hero rose up on Yelü Hongji's side, turning the tide of the battle—it was Qiao Feng—
now known as Xiao Feng.

Qiao Feng had been thrown into Liao territory by a chaotic teleportation, where he unexpectedly met Yelü Hongji and
they became sworn brothers. Seeing his sworn brother in trouble, Qiao Feng naturally stepped forward.

At that critical moment, Yelü Hongji's forces were besieged by Yelü Chongyuan on a mountain, unable to...
He escaped.

Qiao Feng, however, turned the tide, relying on his extraordinary martial arts and courage to single-handedly
charge into the enemy formation, successfully breaking through the defenses and capturing Yelü Chongyuan, thus disintegrating the rebel army.

After this battle, Yelü Hongji successfully ascended the throne, and Xiao Feng was also appointed as the Southern King of Liao, second
only to the emperor.

PS: I lost a lot of money in the stock market recently, enough for half a house… I had no motivation to write, let alone
focus on anything… Fortunately, things have improved a little in the last few days, but I'm still far from breaking even…

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