The Righteous Man's Search for His Wife [Complete] - 18

Chapter 186 Kidnapping the Princess

I hid in the snow for a long time, unable to come up with a clever plan. The ninjas lying in ambush outside were easy to deal with, but judging from the situation, the Shikigami Cave must be full of traps. If I went in, I would be in a completely different situation, the enemy in the light and I in the dark, which would be very disadvantageous.

After much deliberation, I finally gave up. Then a brilliant idea flashed in my mind: if the Japanese could kidnap Ming Yu'er and the others, why not use their own methods against them? I could kidnap some of their important figures and exchange them for hostages! The thought made my blood boil. Brilliant! Why didn't I think of this sooner? I wasted an hour freezing in this icy wasteland.

I'm always one to act on my thoughts, so I immediately abandoned the Shikigami Cave and flew towards the military camp halfway up the mountain.

I easily sneaked into the camp; the guards were dumber than pigs, not a single one of them noticed my presence. The camp was entirely made of wood, with rows of barracks inside, each surrounded by corner towers and sentry posts. In the center stood a tall wooden house, encircled in a semi-circle by other wooden houses.

The wind halfway up the mountain was almost as biting as the snow-covered peak, whipping the banners into a fluttering gust.

Better safe than sorry, I seized the opportunity to kill a patrolman, stripping him of his uniform and donning it myself. Picking up the fallen musket, I used

my "Transformation Technique" to change my appearance to resemble the dead man, and openly began my patrol duties within the camp. This "Transformation Technique" was a modified version of my explosive breathing technique, a side skill that could alter the user's appearance and physique. I had once used it to transform into a handsome young man, using the alias "Xu Qi," and had a relationship with Princess Jiang Rushui of Ning.

Actually, disguising myself as Japanese was easy. Based on my observations, Japanese people like to bow, stand ramrod straight, so without speaking, I easily fooled the patrol leader by claiming a hoarse voice.

The camp was heavily guarded, with sentries every three steps and guards every five, so formidable that few, if not as powerful as myself, could easily break in.

More than half the soldiers carried muskets, and cannons were mounted around the corner towers—clearly stolen from the Dutch. After patrolling the camp, the squad leader led our ten-man patrol near the main hall. Heaven was on my side!

We passed through room after room, each filled with people; some were hunched over their desks, writing furiously; others were engaged in lively discussions, rambling on and on. Unfortunately, I only understood a few simple phrases of everyday Japanese, so everything they said sounded like gibberish to me—I heard them, but didn't understand.

Reaching the entrance to the main hall, I hurried past, only managing a quick glance. But even that brief look revealed the situation inside. Five Japanese people, men and women, were kneeling. Two men and two women knelt with their backs to the door, while an elderly man knelt facing the entrance.

From their backs, the two women were clearly Miyamoto Yui and Miyamoto Hidei. I didn't recognize the others, but given the Miyamoto sisters' noble status as princesses, their respect for the old man suggested his high status. He was at least an elder or powerful figure among the Miyamoto sisters.

Although the old man knelt on the ground, eyes closed and silent, I sensed an astonishing aura and profound skill, two or three times stronger than I was when I first started out. I was terrified; by that calculation, the old man had nearly a thousand years of cultivation. I never imagined that even in a trashy country like Japan, there were hidden masters! While patrolling with the others, I secretly used my mental perception to scan the surrounding area. After a round, I found no one in the camp with higher skill than the old man, and I was overjoyed!

Good fortune can strike even while walking! Just as I was about to act, the squad leader led us on another patrol around the main hall. As we approached the hall entrance, I suddenly launched my attack. In a flash of white light, I broke away from the group and charged into the hall, firing a shot at the old man at the head of the table.

"Bang!" A plume of smoke rose, and the five people in the room were startled, scrambling to the side. The old man, who was at the forefront, remained calm. With a swift movement of his hands, the musket bullet landed in his left palm. He then thrust out his right fist, his body rising high, a powerful punch aimed at me through the air, but he dodged to the left.

I remained silent, lightly deflecting the punch with a punch. My right fist went numb. Good heavens, he was going all out from the start, already using half my strength. My movement was momentarily hindered, and this slight delay cost me the advantage of striking first. The old man already had his left hand on his sword, his right hand on the hilt, his feet planted awkwardly, ready to draw his sword.

Shouts and cries erupted all around, chaos broke out in the camp, and soldiers with guns and swords surrounded the hall, forming three layers around it. The Miyamoto sisters and two other men ducked to the side. With a whistle, eighteen ninjas, their faces expressionless and their eyes cold, suddenly sprang from all around the hall.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The old man's aura grew increasingly intense, his eyes fixed on me, unblinking. The force of his drawn sword was immense, overwhelmingly powerful. For a moment, I dared not move, filled with doubt and uncertainty.

A drawn sword stance?

One of the most well-known Japanese martial arts techniques in China! Legend has it that this sword-drawing technique is extremely difficult to master, requiring the concentration of all one's energy in a single strike, instantly unleashing the body's potential, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. This technique is almost extinct in Japan, capable of instantly doubling the user's power in a single strike.

Considering this old man possessed nearly a thousand years of internal energy, this strike could instantly boost his power to over two thousand years. At that moment, his power was equal to mine, a mere sparring match. Therefore, I dared not underestimate him. A golden light flashed in my right hand, and a seemingly tangible yet intangible golden sword suddenly appeared in my palm.

I dared not be careless and focused intently on the old man. The old man also stared intently at me, and neither of us dared to make a rash move.

In the hall, the Miyamoto sisters looked at the soldier with the golden sword with complicated expressions. Although the sisters had never seen such a face before, it was easy to guess the identity of this assassin. Who in the world could transform true qi into a sword? Not to mention, who in Japan could make the number one master of Japan, Ninja Santaro, feel so threatened? You must know that Ninja Santaro has lived for countless years and is the Supreme Regent of the Japanese Imperial Family. For hundreds of years, he has been the sole protector of the Japanese Imperial Family. Otherwise, the Japanese Emperor would have changed his name long ago, from Miyamoto to Tokugawa.

The atmosphere in the hall became tense for a moment. Everyone dared not breathe, let alone speak. Suddenly, one of the whistles sounded, and the eighteen ninjas suddenly attacked, wielding samurai swords and striking at me at the same time. I frowned slightly, and the old man instantly seized this opening. His aura was like the collapse of heaven and earth; he drew his sword with his right hand and gripped it tightly with his left. With a loud shout, the sword rose from below, both hands gripping the blade, and an extremely fierce sword aura swept through the air, determined to cleave me in two.

Chapter 186 Kidnapping the Princess

I hid in the snow for a long time, unable to come up with a clever plan. The ninjas lying in ambush outside were easy to deal with, but judging from the situation, this Shikigami Cave must be full of traps. If I went in, I would go from being in the dark while the enemy was in the light to being in the dark while the enemy was in the light, which would be very disadvantageous for me.

After thinking it over, I finally gave up. A flash of inspiration struck me: if the Japanese could kidnap Ming Yu'er and the others, why not use their own methods against them? I would kidnap some of their important figures and exchange them for hostages! Just thinking about this made my blood boil. Brilliant! Why didn't I think of this sooner? I wasted an hour freezing in this icy wasteland.

Always one to act on impulse, I immediately abandoned the shikigami cave and flew towards the military camp halfway up the mountain.

I easily sneaked into the camp; the guards were dumber than pigs, not a single one of them noticing my presence. The camp was entirely wooden, with rows of barracks and sentry towers around the perimeter. In the center stood a tall wooden house, surrounded by a semi-circle of other wooden buildings.

The wind halfway up the mountain was almost as cold as the wind at the summit, making the banners flutter wildly. Better

safe than sorry, I secretly killed a patrolman, stripped him of his uniform, and put it on myself. Picking up the fallen musket, I used "Transformation" to change my appearance to resemble the dead man, and openly began my patrol duties in the camp.

"Transformation Technique" is a side skill I've modified based on explosive breathing, capable of altering the user's appearance and physique. I once used it to transform into a handsome young man, using the alias "Xu Qi," and had an affair with Princess Jiang Rushui of the Ning Prince's household.

Actually, disguising myself as Japanese is easy. From my observation, Japanese people like to bow, stand ramrod straight, so without speaking, I easily fooled the patrol squad leader by claiming a hoarse voice.

The camp was heavily guarded, with sentries every three steps and guards every five, so few people in the world could easily break in unless they were as powerful as me.

More than half the soldiers carried muskets, and cannons were mounted around the corner towers—they looked like they were stolen from the Dutch. After patrolling the camp, the squad leader led our ten patrolmen near the central hall. Truly, heaven was on my side.

I walked through room after room, finding many people inside. Some were hunched over their desks, writing furiously; others were engaged in lively discussions, rambling on and on. Unfortunately, I only understood a few simple phrases of everyday Japanese, and what they were saying sounded like gibberish to me—I heard them, but didn't understand.

Reaching the entrance to the main hall, I hurried past, only managing a quick glance. But even that brief look revealed the situation inside. Five Japanese people, men and women, were kneeling. Two men and two women knelt with their backs to the door, while an elderly man knelt facing it.

From their backs, the two women were clearly Miyamoto Yui and Miyamoto Hidei. I didn't recognize the others, but given the Miyamoto sisters' noble status as princesses, their respect for the old man suggested his high position. He was at least an elder or powerful figure among the Miyamoto sisters.

Although the old man knelt on the ground, eyes closed and silent, I sensed an astonishing aura and profound skill, two or three times greater than mine when I first started out. A chill ran through me. By that calculation, the old man must have nearly a thousand years of cultivation. I never imagined that even a trash country like Japan

could harbor such hidden masters! While patrolling with the others, I secretly used my mental perception to scan the surrounding area. After a quick search, I discovered that no one in the camp possessed higher cultivation than the old man, and I was overjoyed! Good fortune can strike even while walking! Just as I was about to act, the squad leader led us on another patrol around the main hall. As we approached the hall's entrance, I suddenly launched my attack. In a flash of white light, I broke away from the group, grabbed my gun, and charged into the hall, firing a shot at the old man at the head of the table.

"Bang!" A plume of smoke rose, and the five people inside were startled, scrambling to the side. The old man, however, remained calm. With a swift movement of his hands, the musket bullet landed in his left palm. He then thrust out with his right fist, his body rising high, a powerful punch aimed at me, but he dodged to the left.

I remained silent, gently dispersing the force of the punch with a single punch. My right fist went numb. Good heavens, he was attacking with full force right from the start, already at half my strength. My movements were momentarily hindered, and this slight delay completely negated my initial advantage. The old man had already placed his left hand on his sword and his right hand on the hilt, his feet planted awkwardly, assuming a drawing stance.

Shouts erupted all around, chaos ensued in the camp, and soldiers armed with guns and swords surrounded the hall, forming three layers around it. The Miyamoto sisters and two other men ducked to the side, and with a whistle, eighteen expressionless, cold-eyed ninjas suddenly sprang out from all around the hall.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The old man's aura grew stronger, his eyes locked on my body, unblinking. The drawing stance was heavy as a thousand pounds, incredibly powerful. For a moment, I dared not make a move, filled with doubt and uncertainty.

A drawing stance?

One of the most well-known Japanese martial arts techniques in China! Legend has it that this sword-drawing technique is the most difficult to master, requiring the concentration of all one's energy in a single strike, instantly unleashing the body's potential to split mountains and shatter rocks. This technique is almost extinct in Japan, capable of instantly doubling the user's power in a single strike.

Considering this old man possesses nearly a thousand years of internal energy, this single strike could instantly boost his power to over two thousand years. At that moment, his power would be equal to mine, a mere sparring match. Therefore, I dared not underestimate him. A golden light flashed in my right hand, and a seemingly tangible yet intangible golden sword suddenly appeared in my palm.

I dared not be careless, focusing intently on the old man. The old man also stared intently at me; neither dared to make a move.

In the hall, the Miyamoto sisters looked at the soldier wielding the golden sword with complex expressions. Although they had never seen such a face before, it was easy to guess the assassin's identity. Who in the world could transform true energy into a sword? Not to mention, who in Japan could make the number one master, Ninja Santaro, so wary? You must know that Ninja Santaro has lived for countless years, serving as the Supreme Regent of the Japanese Imperial Family. For hundreds of years, he has been solely responsible for ensuring the survival of the Japanese Imperial Family; otherwise, the Japanese Emperor would have long ago changed his name from Miyamoto to Tokugawa.

The atmosphere in the hall tensed instantly; no one dared to breathe, let alone speak. Suddenly, one of the whistles blew, and the eighteen ninjas launched their attack, wielding their katana and striking at me simultaneously. I frowned slightly, and the old man instantly seized this opening. His aura was like the collapse of heaven and earth; he drew his sword with his right hand and gripped it tightly with his left. With a loud shout, the sword rose from below, both hands gripping the blade, unleashing an extremely fierce sword aura that swept through the air, determined

to cleave me in two. The situation grew increasingly dire; cold sweat involuntarily beaded on my forehead, my mind racing with various thoughts, trying to find a way to escape my predicament.

"Two," Miyamoto Musashi's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the hall held their breath, no one daring to utter a sound. Therefore, his counting sounded even clearer in the arena.

I broke out in a cold sweat. If he counted to three, a barrage of spears would erupt, and with my power greatly diminished, I wouldn't be able to resist. Better to live a wretched life than die. I, Xu Zhengqi, was never a peerless hero, so why bother? Why suffer?

"Wait!" I roared. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood. "I surrender!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Miyamoto Musashi also relaxed completely. He was secretly delighted, calculating his own little scheme, feeling incredibly smug. Just think, controlling a peerless master, how exciting is that? For thousands of years, my great Japan has been struggling to defend this small island. How many earthquakes every year? How many volcanic eruptions? How many typhoons? How many tsunamis? Such an island, no matter how large or how fertile, is not a place for generations to live in.

Miyamoto Musashi seemed to see the vast land of China, with its mountains, rivers, and plains. Abundant resources, fertile land. No endless earthquakes, no frequent volcanic eruptions, no typhoons, no tsunamis! Ah, what an enviable land! The wishes of generations, even dozens of generations, might be fulfilled in one's lifetime. Musashi grew increasingly excited as he thought about it, his internal injuries flaring up again, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Release the princess and the others first, and seal your power," Miyamoto Musashi said in a trembling voice, snapping out of his delusions.

"Alright!" I said helplessly, "I'll release them immediately." With a gentle release, Miyamoto Hidei felt a surge of true energy flow into her body, generating immense strength out of thin air, and involuntarily broke free from my grasp, rushing towards Musashi. Miyamoto

Yui, however, was in a different situation. Her vision suddenly went black, she lost consciousness, and collapsed weakly into my arms. "Yui, what's wrong?" I feigned concern, crouching down to hold the fallen Miyamoto Yui. My right hand pretended to use my inner energy to examine her, while my left hand slipped into my robes, taking out a paper packet where no one could see. White powder scattered in the air with a gentle breeze.

"Don't move! What are you trying to do?" Miyamoto Musashi grabbed his great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter, Miyamoto Hidei, his eyes fixed on me, warning me. The soldiers, already on edge from this unexpected turn of events, tensed up again, but no one noticed my subtle movement.

"Oh, Yui suddenly fainted. I was worried something might happen to her, and then I might lose my life. Don't worry, I checked her; she's fine, just momentarily stunned." I pretended to easily pick her up and headed towards Musashi.

"Stop! Don't come any closer! I'll have someone bring Yui over first!" Miyamoto Musashi dared not be careless, especially not when facing a peerless master. With a wave of his hand, a young man approached me.

Miyamoto Hidei gasped for breath in the fresh air, speechless for a moment, her beautiful, tearful eyes fixed on my sister and me.

The young man took three steps in front of me, about to take Miyamoto Yui from me. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of fragrance, instantly lost consciousness, and collapsed to the ground. At the same time, the soldiers closest to me also lost consciousness and fell. Muskets flew off the ground, scattering everywhere.

Of the soldiers surrounding me, only the innermost ring had aimed at me; the rest had no position. With this fall, my danger was instantly averted. I shouted, picked up Miyamoto Yui, and plunged into the crowd. Using the primitive version of land flight—the Star Zero Chess Step—I weaved and darted through the crowd.

Miyamoto Musashi roared, and chaos erupted in the crowd. The soldiers dared not fire, fearing they would injure their own men. Unfortunately, my movements were too fast; even with only 30% of my inner strength remaining, my lightness skill was not to be underestimated. Using the crowd as cover, I successfully escaped the encirclement. Familiar with the terrain, I used houses and barracks as cover against the incoming musket fire and bullets.

Soon, I broke out of the camp and flew down the mountain.

Miyamoto Musashi was furious, so angry that he wanted to endure his injuries and chase after that cunning Zhou Dynasty bastard. Fortunately, his loyal and devoted subordinates pleaded with him to the death, stopping Miyamoto Musashi from this irrational thought. A series of orders were issued, and the Koga and Iga ninjas were already mobilized in full force.

As soon as I broke free from the attack, many ninjas who hadn't been affected by the incense gave chase. In the open mountains of Mount Fuji, carrying a woman, how conspicuous I was! Fortunately, it was early spring, and the mountains were full of trees, which kindly shielded me from many bullets. As I ran, trees were blasted into the air by artillery fire. The camp was situated on high ground, and I was running downhill. The cannons, guided by binoculars, fired rapidly. In an instant, earth and rocks flew everywhere, and ancient trees were blasted into the sky.

I held Miyamoto Yui in my arms, constantly dodging the falling shells. I was confident of escaping. But today's trip was a waste; not only had I not threatened anyone, but I was also badly injured. That explosion, in particular, had drained more than half of my power. You see, my Dragon Power is immense, but its recovery is extremely slow. Only by using the Nine Heavens Conquering Woman Technique, cultivating with a woman, and replenishing my yang with yin, can I recover quickly.

I've never told this secret to anyone, let alone the Miyamoto sisters; I doubt Miyamoto Hidei would know either. My immediate priority is to engage in yin-yang union with the woman in my arms, stabilize my injuries, and then find another woman!

Behind me, the elite ninjas of the Koga and Iga factions, like ravenous wolves, relentlessly pursued me. Shells rained down around me, slowing my escape. "

Damn it," I thought, "I'll run to the side of the mountain and see if your cannons can hit me then." I cursed myself for being stupid; if I had run to the back of the mountain earlier, what could those cannons have done to me? After

running for a while, the cannon fire stopped. This was the back of the mountain; even the most powerful cannons in that camp couldn't possibly penetrate the mountainside to hit me.

The ninjas, however, were still relentless, and the mountain was already riddled with sentries, both visible and hidden. Killing dozens of sentries was useless; sirens blared all around. Wherever I ran, sirens would sound. This way, even if the ninjas lost me for a moment, they could find me by the sound.

I forced a surge of internal energy, my legs quickening, blood rushing to my head, a mouthful of blood welling up in my throat. I dared not spit it out, risking further injury, I had to speed up and escape Mount Fuji.

The more beautiful a woman is, the heavier her yin energy. A beauty as stunning as Miyamoto Yui, still a virgin, was the perfect remedy for my wounds. How could I bear to abandon such a wonderful tool for venting my anger and for healing my wounds?

I dared not return to the city, and fled into a forest at the foot of the mountain. This ancient forest stretched for dozens of kilometers, connecting with the Fuji mountain range. I had passed through this place before coming to Mount Fuji, and there was no ambush. Now it was the best place for me to hide.

The ancient trees in the forest reached for the sky, blocking out the sun, making the forest dark. Even if the sun shone brightly outside, it was dark and unclear inside the forest. I ran into the forest for another ten miles or so, found a hidden tree hole, and crawled inside. As soon as I

entered the hole, I could no longer hold back, "Ugh," and blood splattered all over the tree trunk.

I quickly stripped myself naked, and also stripped Miyamoto Yui naked. As expected of a princess of Japan, her skin was fair and tender, with a shapely figure and an extremely rare, plump and beautiful appearance.

Like her sister, Xiuyi, Yui was considerably taller than the average Japanese girl. Unfortunately, she wasn't very tall, only a little over 1.6 meters. Her petite body possessed remarkably full breasts, plump and round, almost like pearls. They felt soft to the touch, yet lacked firmness; with each sway of her body, her small, ball-like breasts trembled. The peaks were a pale pink, like red grapes among flowers, incredibly alluring.

Yui Miyamoto groggily awoke, only to feel a pair of large hands kneading her proud breasts. She screamed, waking up, but found herself still unable to move. Before her stood a naked man, two meters tall, muscular and strong. She felt like a pitiful little rabbit before him, at his mercy.

"Brother Xu, what are you doing?" Yui knew what he wanted to do, but couldn't help but blurt it out. Her innate feminine shyness hadn't disappeared even at this moment.

I grasped her breasts with one hand, kneading them roughly, then took the two tender, bright red nipples into my mouth, skillfully licking and sucking them; my other hand groped downwards, caressing her slender legs, gradually moving towards her thighs, teasing and groping.

"No, Brother Xu, you can't do this!" Yui cried out in a trembling voice.

I pinched her delicate breasts hard, gritting my teeth, "Shut up, you slut! You've deceived me so badly. If it weren't for you, would Hong Niu have been captured? Would Bai Zhen have died?"

Miyamoto Yui's face was pale, and she murmured to herself, "Sister Bai... she's dead?" Back on the ship, Bai Zhen was responsible for serving everyone, and she took great care of the Miyamoto sisters, Yui and Xiuyi. She got along extremely well with everyone.

Seeing her like this, I was furious. "Are you satisfied now? You killed Bai Zhen, do you think I'm wrong to treat you like this?" As I spoke, I hit her harder, and her tender white breasts were already covered with bruises.

Miyamoto Yui gritted her teeth, refusing to utter a sound, her eyes flashing with unwavering determination. "I did nothing wrong! You're from the Zhou Dynasty, I'm Japanese! We each serve our own masters, what wrong have I done!"

Miyamoto Yui's stubborn refusal to admit fault only fueled my rage, my little brother raging. I forcefully spread her legs, adopting an offensive stance, and angrily demanded, "Say it, you're wrong, and I'll spare you! Otherwise, I'll fuck you to death!" My eyes flashed fiercely, intimidating. She

stared intently into my eyes, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "I told you, I'm not wrong! If you're a man, fuck me to death!"

If she begged for mercy, I might have been gentler. But her current attitude, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, clearly indicated she wouldn't admit wrongdoing. I didn't want to waste any more breath, so I lifted one of Yui's jade-like legs and hoisted it onto my shoulder. Damn, she's still a virgin! I had long lost all compassion. My lower body aimed at the fortress, launching the first fierce attack…

Her vulva was newly opened, her flower path just beginning to

bloom. No matter how strong Miyamoto Yui was, she couldn't help but groan, tears streaming down her face, letting out a mournful cry. “…You beast, you beast! It hurts so much, it's split open…”

The pain of her first experience only amplified my sense of accomplishment in defiling her purity. I didn't release any aphrodisiac energy; this was punishment time, not time for pleasurable lovemaking. Since she had started, she couldn't blame me for doing the same. Every cause has its effect, every grudge its revenge!

…

“Ah—”

She opened her eyes; Miyamoto Yui was now caught in a wild passion. After the punishment, I had to consider my own body. I needed to absorb her virginity; if she didn't release, how could I stabilize my injuries? The aphrodisiac energy surged forth, and Yui instantly plummeted from the peak of pain to the ground of paradise.

She clung to me tightly, swaying her round buttocks, oblivious to the pain, responding to my thrusts...

"Bitch..."

I barely uttered the word before Miyamoto Yui, now in a frenzy, was forced into a doggy-style position, her large buttocks slamming against my abdomen... madness...

"...Ah...ah...so good...give me more...I want..."

she moaned ecstatically in my ear...

bitch! Sex slave! I cursed her fiercely in my heart, my rage intensifying at the sight of this woman!

I released her and kissed her lips directly, using the most effective method to silence her moans. I didn't want to attract those damned ninjas. They should have already started searching this old forest by now.

After about fifteen minutes, I felt I had absorbed enough virgin yin energy; any more and Miyamoto Yui would surely die. But she had hurt me so deeply; how could I let her die so easily? I'm going to torment her for the rest of her life, draining her until she's on the verge of death. From then on, she'll never get pregnant again, destined to be my slave, a tool for my lust.

It will take about fifteen minutes to refine this precious virgin's essence.

In my exhilarated state, my energy flow has increased. Just think about it—a princess of a nation, destined to spend her entire life moaning beneath me. She won't even have the dignity of a human being, forced to accompany me as a sex slave. Perhaps I should learn a few tricks from those brothels; I still don't know how to turn a princess into a sex slave.

In a few days, after rescuing my family, it'll be time for some proper revenge.

I happily circulated my dragon energy, and as I finished, I suddenly heard a strange sound. I jolted awake, and the dark muzzle of a gun right in front of me left me speechless…

Chapter 188 The Cry of Lust Repels the Enemy

“Fire! Why is your hand still trembling?”

I smiled at the woman. She held her scattered clothes to her chest with her left hand, her black hair disheveled, her pretty face still flushed with the afterglow of orgasm. In her slender hand lay a small pistol, a trigger-operated musket I had seized from a Japanese officer. Pulling the trigger would fire a bullet. While more convenient than a regular musket, its power was limited, with a range of only twenty meters and less than half the power of a standard musket. Even so, pointing it at the enemy's eye at point-blank range could be fatal.

The dark muzzle was pointed directly at my left eye, the muzzle trembling slightly, revealing the hesitation in the gun's owner's heart. Miyamoto Yui looked at the man sitting cross-legged on the ground with complicated emotions. This man had taken her innocence, robbed her of the chastity she had guarded for twenty years.

She bit her lower lip tightly with her pearly teeth, her pale lips trembling nervously. Her ravaged body trembled as well, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, like a wronged little wife. For a full cup of tea's time, Miyamoto Yui remained in that position, motionless.

I had thousands upon thousands of opportunities to take her down instantly. But I still didn't move, my hands clasped to my abdomen, as if meditating and gathering my energy. My bright eyes stared straight at her, as if trying to see into the depths of her soul. I wanted to see if she dared to fire. If she did, then I could guarantee that she would live in an abyss of pain for the rest of her life.

Miyamoto Yui's eyes flickered with uncertainty, sometimes ruthless, sometimes gentle, changing repeatedly, remaining motionless for a long time. She rolled her lips several times, biting her lower lip until small cuts appeared, thin lines of blood staining her pearly white teeth.

I raised my right hand and, with extremely slow movements, moved the pistol away. In this subtle and slow process, Miyamoto Yui's fingers remained motionless.

"No, don't move, I'll shoot."

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Stop! I really will kill you!"

"Then shoot!"

Yui's hand trembled even more violently until the pistol was near my left ear. She seemed to have stopped breathing, collapsing to the ground. Miyamoto Yui collapsed onto her clothes, her naked body trembling. Silent weeping, but why? The pistol lay discarded, completely devoid of threat.

If it were any other gentle man, he would surely comfort this weeping beauty first. But I, this lecherous man, was completely captivated by her naked body. Miyamoto Yui, lying on the ground with her back to me, sobbing uncontrollably, her snowy buttocks trembling. The perfect curve, and that slightly opening and closing peach blossom spring, actually aroused me.

I reached out and touched her snowy buttocks; Yui felt nothing. I couldn't resist, utterly shameless, entering her with extremely gentle movements.

"You!"

Yui turned her head sharply, staring at me in shock with tear-filled eyes.

I moved gently, releasing a gentle aphrodisiac aura with both hands. "I want you! Do you know that? I want you to be my slave for life!" My gentle tone could melt the hearts of any woman in the world.

Yui's eyes flashed with humiliation, she gritted her teeth, and stopped crying. But the next blow threw her straight into the deepest abyss.

"Do you know that? You can't get pregnant anymore!" I shamelessly uttered these words in a gentle tone, words that would drive any woman in the world to despair.

"I'll kill you!" Miyamoto Yui screamed, using a woman's most primal weapons—teeth and nails—to frantically attack me. But when her teeth bit into my flesh, she found it slippery; her nails couldn't pierce the devil's flesh, not even drawing a drop of blood.

I let her bite and scratch, only responding to her with the gentlest of lovemaking movements. "Alright, since you didn't kill me just now, I'll allow you to be my most beloved sex slave!"

The woman abruptly stopped all her movements upon hearing this, and said in a sorrowful tone, "Hmph, a sex slave?" Her eyes held only endless despair.

I met her despairing eyes and said with the utmost certainty, "That's right, my most beloved lifelong sex slave, Xu Zhengqi's!"

"I am a princess!" Only then did the woman's despair subside.

"I know you were a proud princess! But that was before. Half an hour ago you were, but now, you are not!"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Then why are you doing this to me?" I retorted, still harboring resentment over her betrayal.

Miyamoto Yui's expression darkened, and she lowered her head, only slowly speaking after a long silence: "I... I had no choice!"

"Why?" I asked firmly.

"My sister and I were sent to China by our father to learn advanced culture when we were young. From childhood, our father's court was already a mere shell of its former self. All of this was caused by that devil named Tokugawa Ieyasu. To prevent my sister and me from being trained into obedient sycophants, our father and mother painfully sent us to China.

And this time, my sister and I disguised ourselves and sneaked back to Japan with you. Originally, we were all happy about your victory over the Hokkaido navy. Although you killed countless of our compatriots, I wasn't sad, because those people were all shameless Tokugawa retainers and lackeys.

However, because you released prisoners every day and accepted the sycophants sent to you for pleasure, my sister and I's identities were finally exposed. Under pressure from Tokugawa, our father forced me to betray you! Do you know? While at sea, my sister and I had already fallen hopelessly in love with you. Do you know how much pain I was in when our father gave me this order?"

I am a woman, and even more so, a daughter! I am a princess of Great Japan, and even more so, the daughter of my father, the Emperor! My sister and I painfully accepted this order, for we had no way to resist. But we love you, and we didn't want anyone to die like this. I know you are a peerless warrior, so I didn't send troops to capture Sister Gu and the others while they were bathing. Otherwise, do you think you could have escaped so easily?

These past few days have been agonizing for my sister and me. Every day, we put on a cheerful facade in front of others, but at night we weep uncontrollably. My sister and I hug each other, painfully wondering about your betrayal of us. We dare not cry out loud, for we are the happy princesses, having defeated your invincible myth. How could we, the two princesses of divine wisdom, possibly have anything to be sad about? But they don't know that we, the two princesses, are crying our hearts out every night for an enemy.

Do you know how desperate we were when you cruelly grabbed my sister and me by the neck? Your merciless hands were gripping the necks of two people who loved you deeply. With just a flick of your wrist, you could have made them disappear from this world in an instant. We were desperate, yet tinged with helplessness and resentment. I wanted to shout, "I love you! How could you hurt someone who loves you?"

But I knew we had no right. Because we hurt you first. This is retribution; my sister and I are willing to die at your hands. A glance told me my sister and I shared the same thought: no matter what, we would help you escape. Even if you were arrested, we would beg our great-grandfather to spare your life.

I am a princess, a princess! I thought that being captured by you would mean a happy life. Happiness, in my eyes, was simply being by your side. When you raped me, deep down I felt a tiny bit of joy. Because you are my lover! No matter how you treat me, I am willing, even unto death!

I pointed a gun at you just now out of anger! I was angry at your cruelty, your complete lack of tenderness. Do you know? The moment you entered my body, you plunged me from heaven to hell! At that moment, I almost thought I would never come back to life.

But the lovemaking that followed brought me back from hell to heaven. Only then did I believe that I would live the rest of my life 'happily' by your side, bearing you children. Even if you didn't love me, as long as you could give me children and let me live by your side, I would be content!

But!

But now you have ruthlessly destroyed my happiness! I am a princess, but I am also a woman! A woman is destined to bear children for the one she loves most. But you have ruthlessly destroyed me! "I can't get pregnant anymore, sob..."

Miyamoto Yui sobbed uncontrollably, burying her face in my arms in sorrow.

I was stunned. I hadn't imagined there was such a complicated story behind this. I hadn't imagined the Emperor and Tokugawa Ieyasu would be mortal enemies driven by self-interest; I hadn't imagined I bore some responsibility for Shirata's death; I hadn't imagined those sisters loved me so deeply; I hadn't imagined everything was so complicated...

I was heartbroken because I had almost ruined a woman. But now, hadn't I also ruined Miyamoto Yui? Through my cruelty, Miyamoto Yui had permanently lost her ability to conceive. I had broken her heart, and broken her body! I was utterly despicable!

Hah, I never thought retribution would come so quickly. I had hurt a woman, and so quickly, I had hurt myself in the process.

I held Yui tightly, and with regret and shame, I said to her, "I will never hurt you again. I want you to stay by my side forever and live the happiest life. I want you to be the happiest woman in the world. Believe me, I can do it!"

The woman stopped crying, looking at me with disbelief. "Really?" "

I affirmed, 'It's true, I love you! I will make you happy!'"

"I can't have children anymore, will you still love me?" The woman was emotionally unstable, unable to believe happiness had come so quickly.

"I love you, and nothing else will interfere with this love!" His firm gaze fixed on her; what the woman needed now was absolute certainty.

"Bai Zhen died because of me, and I caused your apprentice's arrest, will you still love me?" The woman persisted, raising her deepest fear.

"Everything in the world has a cause and effect. You and I are merely among those suffering the consequences of our actions in this mortal realm. Even if you weren't a princess, that incident could still have happened. Let bygones be bygones. If Bai Zhen knew in the afterlife, she would surely forgive you."

"I can give up everything, even sever all ties with my father and mother. But will your women, Sister Gu and the others, forgive me? Will they forgive a murderer living with them?"

"Yes, because they love me. They are women too, and they will sympathize with your plight. Believe me, let go of everything, let us love each other!" "I didn't want to hear her rebuttal anymore, so I silenced her with the most effective love—a kiss.

Miyamoto Yui forgot everything, her mind blank. Happiness came too quickly; fate really does play tricks. Heaven and hell seem to be separated by only a fine line. She passionately extended her tongue, letting the man taste it, because he was her lover!

Tenderness rose in both of their hearts, the spring in the tree hollow grew stronger, and just as Yui was beginning to passionately respond to me, I suddenly released her fragrant lips. With a few waving motions, my wide robe covered most of our bodies. I stood up abruptly, and Miyamoto Yui involuntarily wrapped her long legs around my lower back, her little brother buried in the depths of her love potion, her jade arms wrapped around my neck, holding me tightly. I picked up a two-foot

-long branch and roared, 'Come out, you bunch of bastards who only know how to hide in the dark!'

The tree hollow suddenly burst open, and something was thrown in, billowing smoke. 'Hold your breath!'" "I roared, and the tree branch transformed into a golden sword, shattering seven samurai swords with a series of clanging sounds.

My Dragon Power Sword, lacking sufficient power, could only rely on the branch to maximize the use of my remaining dragon power.

During the half-hour I spent in the tree hollow, the pursuing ninjas had found this place. Just moments before, they discovered the hollow and were about to launch their attack when I spotted them.

I activated a thin layer of dragon power shield; something was better than nothing, especially since I was now accompanied by a weakling..." Miyamoto Yui. She just swore to me that she would sever her father-daughter relationship with the Emperor. So, how could I, as a man, disappoint her?

The smoke was thick, and the ninjas retreated after their initial attack, followed by a burst of gunfire. Unfortunately, the tree trunk in the hollow was too thick; the steel bullets couldn't penetrate it. I quickly gathered my strength, maintaining my peak condition. The remaining 30% of my power wasn't enough to withstand close-range gunfire. But I couldn't just sit and wait to die. After breaking seven swords, I slashed the Dragon Force Sword into a large X shape at the tree trunk. With a kick, a hole appeared.

The old tree could no longer hold on; most of its base was broken, and it collapsed with a crash. The ninjas scattered in all directions. They were experts; how could experts be crushed to death by a falling tree? Such a death would be looked down upon by all Japanese ninjas.

Ninjas considered achieving their goals the ultimate goal, but they also had their own sense of honor. This wise decision allowed me to escape in the chaos. Although I wasn't discovered until I got far, at least I was one step ahead.

Gunshots rang out. A loud bang, and just as I was about to leave the musket's range, I was struck in the back. Straight to the side, in a quincunx pattern, five steel bullets hit my back, just centimeters from Miyamoto Yui's hands and feet.

Good heavens, retribution came too quickly. I hurt Yui, and now I'm being punished by taking bullets for her. Fortunately, the wounds weren't deep, only half an inch into the flesh. A weak Dragon Force Shield saved my life; with it, the bullets only left five dents in my back. With a slight jolt, the bullets fell onto the leaf-strewn forest floor.

"Ah! You're injured!" Yui cried out in alarm as she touched the blood on my back.

I ran for my life, my feet barely touching the ground. I dared not speak, afraid of exhausting all my energy. I shook my head at her to indicate I was alright, but Yui's beautiful eyes welled with tears. Her small hands gently patted my back a few times to stop the bleeding.

Yui was incredibly excited. A man who loved her was willing to take a bullet for her—how could this not drive her crazy? Although she knew it wasn't the right time, she couldn't help but be moved. The end result was that she actually started to pleasuring me!

Oh my god, heavens!

The intense stimulation almost made me scream out loud, almost killing me. This slut, does she not want to live? I glared at her fiercely. Miyamoto Yui pretended not to see me and whispered, "Husband, good luck!"

This ambiguous sentence almost made me spit out a nosebleed. Oh well, I'm unlucky to have encountered a slut. What can I do when I love her so much? I was so devoted to her, completely ignoring the frequent gunshots and the angry curses of the Japanese bastards behind me, desperately pushing my poor, thin legs forward.

Huh!

A wisp of true energy was actually emerging from our lower body!

Could it be? So lucky? Could it be that heaven took pity on me?

Just when I was about to lose control of my injuries, a steady stream of true energy began to flow from our lower body. Although it wasn't much, it was better than nothing; at least I could suppress my injuries. And as long as the injuries didn't recur, my chances of escaping would greatly increase. Oh, God, thank God, I love you!

Lost in desire, Miyamoto Yui was completely unaware, but the man's gaze towards her had changed. She saw encouragement in his eyes—yes, encouragement! She was excited, thrilled, her girlish passion bursting forth. "Husband, are you telling me to cheer up?"

The woman's intoxicating breath brushed against my neck. I nodded firmly, signaling her to move faster.

Receiving my affirmation, the woman let go of all her inhibitions, thrusting her hips forward and letting out a seductive moan, "Ah... Husband... I love you!"

Ugh, I stumbled. This slut, I told you to hurry up, not to moan like that! I almost couldn't catch my breath. I glared at her, but saw a sly glint in Miyamoto Yui's eyes. She whispered something in my ear, and I stared at her, dumbfounded, as if I were looking at a demon.

Miyamoto Yui giggled and began her moaning spree.

"Mmm... Great... So big... Faster... Ah... Keep going... So good..."

"Ah... I'm going to die... Ahhhhhh..."

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"Ah... I'm going to cum..."

From her first moan, a "thump" came from behind. It was obvious that some male ninja had been hit by the moan, the psychological pressure was too much, and he collapsed.

From Yui's first lewd moan, everything that followed was in Japanese. Although I couldn't understand it, I was still aroused by her moans. So, all the blood in my body rushed down to my lower body, and unexpectedly, my legs sped up as a result.

By the time of the last lewd moan, there were no more gunshots behind me. I knew without a doubt that all the male ninjas had been defeated by the moans, and after being extremely aroused, their lower bodies swelled up, making it impossible for them to move and chase after me.

After the last lewd moan, the old forest became quite quiet. There were only birdsong and insect chirps in the forest. Although I couldn't understand them, I could feel that the danger was getting further and further away from us. So, even more blood flowed down to my lower body...

Chapter 189 Sensual Healing (Part 1)

"Damn, you're supposed to be a princess, how can you moan so loudly?" After shaking off the ninjas behind me, I finally let out the breath I had been holding for who knows how long.

Miyamoto Yui gave me a charming glare. She was still clinging to me, and the two of us were tightly intertwined.

"Husband, don't you men love women who are elegant ladies off the bed and wanton sluts in bed?"

"Uh, cough cough..." I coughed a few times, avoiding the question.

Yui gently swayed her hips, almost making me feel hot and bothered. "Husband, I was the one who chased away those annoying guys, and you haven't even rewarded me yet, but instead you're complaining about me, I... sob..."

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry, be good,

your husband will buy you candy!" I was flustered and my steps were all over the place. Yui Miyamoto, with tears streaming down her face, suddenly chuckled and lightly punched me with her slender hand, "You naughty thing, I'm already twenty years old, who still eats candy!"

I smiled slightly, "If I didn't say that, how could I make you laugh? Yui, see how clever your husband is!"

The woman pinched my big ear and scolded, "Clever my foot! If you weren't so stupid, would I be shamelessly yelling like that? Humph, I'm going to punish you!"

Oh, damn it! A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; this...this changes too quickly! Crying and laughing, and angry! Miyamoto Yui wasn't like this before! In my memory, she's always been a rational and sensible woman!

Seeing my drastic change in expression, the woman thought I had hurt her. She immediately adopted a gentle expression and said, "Husband, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Okay, punish me!"

Oh my god! This...this...

I thrust my lower body hard, and the woman groaned, her face turning bright red. "You slut, do you know that other men heard your moans just now, and I'm jealous. You're not allowed to moan for other men anymore, understand?"

My domineering tone didn't elicit any dissatisfaction from the woman; instead, she became even more aroused. Oh my god! I even suspect she's just lost her virginity. How can a woman who has just become a woman want it again and again? Let me count...she came three times in the tree hole, and she wanted it twice more along the way. Oh my god! Five times already! My God, she still wants more?

Sure enough, when a woman is in heat, she's even more insatiable than a man! Miyamoto Yui started moving on me again.

I complained to her, but I was secretly overjoyed. The Nine Heavens Dual Cultivation Technique could actually generate true energy in this critical moment—unbelievable! Each time the woman moved, she generated a wisp of true energy, healing my injuries!

"Husband, I love you so much!" The woman clung to me tightly, her buttocks swaying.

"Wife, I love you too!" I wanted to stop right there, but I was worried the pursuers would catch up, so I had to use my Starry Sky Chess Steps lightness skill to hurry towards Seymour City.

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Before entering the city, Miyamoto Yui and I changed our appearances again. After a brief disguise, I believed we could fool the pursuers and the guards in the city who had received the news. Soon after entering the city, the city gates closed. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief; if I had been any later, I wouldn't have seen Gu Yibai and the others.

I hurried to the inn, where Gu Yibai and Zhou Wannian, disguised as ordinary nuns, were sitting in the living room, drinking tea and staring at the street.

I sent her a telepathic message: "Yibai, go to the backyard and wait for me!"

Gu Yibai's expression suddenly changed. She looked around, paused for a moment when she saw the two ordinary young men who had just entered, and then, without a word, pulled Zhou Wannian back to their room.

Youyi asked the innkeeper for a room, but I said I wanted to choose. Naturally, I chose the empty room next to Gu Yibai's. After dismissing the waiter, I grabbed Miyamoto Youyi and slipped into Gu Yibai's room. Gu Yibai and Zhou Wannian were both there!

The nuns were both suspicious and delighted when they saw me slip in. They were suspicious because they didn't recognize the two young men, but delighted because they heard that familiar male voice.

"Yibai, where are Elizabeth and Zhou Xiaomei?" I asked abruptly!

Gu Yibai's eyes were only on me. Her worries of the entire day finally subsided. She grabbed my arm, "I was so worried! You're back! They're in the next room watching over Nonomiya Tamayo and her six seductive ninjas."

At another time, I would have enjoyed Gu Yibai's concern, but the situation was extremely critical. I said urgently, "Yibai, I'm injured. We need to find a quiet place to heal. The Japanese ninjas might search the inn. Quickly, call everyone, we need to prepare to retreat!"

Gu Yibai was startled and pulled me close, asking with concern, "What? You're injured? How badly?" She grasped my right wrist with her small hand, trying to examine it with her inner energy. I quickly stopped her, saying, "The injuries have stabilized, and there's nothing seriously wrong now! However, we need to use the Dual Cultivation Technique to heal, otherwise, we might not be able to stop the Japanese experts if they catch up. Alright, let's not talk about that anymore, hurry up and go call Elizabeth and the others!"

The four of us then went into the next room, where six prisoners were being guarded by Elizabeth, Zhou Xiaomei, Mena, and Fina. The four women stood up as soon as they saw us come in. Elizabeth noticed the tense atmosphere and hurriedly asked, "Sister Bai, what happened?"

Before Gu Yibai could speak, I interrupted her, saying, "It's me! The situation has changed, we must evacuate immediately!"

"What about them?" The foreign princess pointed to the six beautiful prisoners.

"They are of great benefit to my healing. I've subdued most of their acupoints. You each take one hostage and come with me!" As she spoke, she untied the ropes binding them and sealed the six women's acupoints, leaving only their legs to walk.

Now, besides myself, only Gu Yibai and Miyamoto Yui are in good fighting ability. Zhou Wannian, Zhou Xiaomei, Elizabeth, Mena, and Fina, the five women, are not too worried about the four subdued nymphs.

We didn't ask for the extra room fee, made up an excuse, and left the inn without telling the innkeeper. It was dusk, and the streets were crowded with people hurrying home. Of course, the sirens could already be heard in the distance; it seemed the Japanese were planning to search the entire city.

Having entrusted something to someone, Miyamoto Yui, true to the traditional Japanese woman's subservience to men, ignored my actions and simply obeyed my orders. But Gu Yibai was worried and asked me, "Xiao Zheng, the city gates must be closed already. Where do we go?"

I had already made up my mind and confidently said, "Don't worry, just follow me! Everyone keep an eye on the nymphs!"

The group remained silent again, simply following behind me with their heads down.

Seymour was a large city, and the contrast between the affluent southern district and the slums in the west was stark. Mansions and carriages, with grand plaques at their gates, rivaled even the homes of the wealthy in the Central Plains.

Reaching a medium-sized house, I stopped and turned to the women, saying, "Stop! Wait here for me! I'll go inside for a bit and open the door for you." Without waiting for their reply, I slipped into the shadows and disappeared into the courtyard while the street was deserted.

Gu Yibai was startled and about to call out to me when Miyamoto Yui grabbed her arm. "Then go ahead, husband. Everything you've done is right." Gu Yibai only just noticed the young man, but why did he speak in a woman's voice?

"Who are you?"

Miyamoto Yui, afraid of frightening her, said, "You'll find out who I am soon enough. This isn't the time to talk."

A large group of people standing on the street would normally be very conspicuous. However, the affluent district was sparsely populated; at dusk, there wasn't a single person to be seen. The sounds of music from the mansions could be heard.

"Creak!" About fifteen minutes later, the gate of the mansion, named after Inugami Sabei, slowly opened. A head popped out and called softly to the women, "Alright, come in quickly!"

The women recognized him immediately—it was Xu Zhengqi! They happily filed in.

Gu Yibai grabbed me, "Xiao Zheng, how dare you! Did you kill everyone in this house?"

I said, "Relax, close the door quickly. Who am I? It's alright, all thirty-six members of the Inugami family are inside!"

Nonomiya Tamayo's face had already changed drastically, and after hearing Xu Zhengqi's words, she became even more terrified. I didn't notice her expression and focused on leading the women into the hall. Two or three tables were occupied in the hall, everyone sitting upright on their stools, eyes wide and motionless, as if eating.

There were more than a dozen people, men and women, young and old. On the ground lay a large group of servants, maids, and old women, all motionless, unconscious.

Seated at the head of the table was an elderly man of about eighty, named Inugami Sahei, the head of the household, the Japanese silk tycoon, and the founder of the Inugami Zaibatsu.

I had subdued these people earlier and also interrogated them. Those seated were all Sahei's family members. Sitting close to him on either side were two still-voluptuous and beautiful women of about fifty, his wives. Although aged, their youthful beauty was still faintly visible. Even more remarkable was that the two old women's skin was not dry at all, but rather snow-white and smooth; I wondered how they maintained it.

Besides the three of them and myself, there were six other people at the table: three men and three women. The three women were all close to thirty, each as noble as a concubine or empress in a palace, incredibly beautiful, with above-average looks, and somewhat plump figures, but fortunately, their breasts and hips were quite impressive. They were Inugami Sabei's three biological daughters: Matsuko, Takeko, and Umeko.

The three men, all around forty, sat around Matsuko, Takeko, and Umeko respectively; it was obvious they were their husbands. At

another table sat seven or eight young people, including only one woman. Her name seemed to be Sayoko, Umeko's daughter. She was petite and charming, quite lovely. Above average in looks, comparable to Zhou Xiaomei!

Chapter 190 Sensual Healing (Part 2)

At the last table sat all women, exactly eight in number. The eight women were of average appearance, all about the same height, petite and graceful, and were Sabei's concubines. From Sabei's confession, I obtained a nauseating piece of information: do you know who these women were? They were the bedchamber attendants of three generations of Sabei's family!

In other words, these eight women had affairs with Sabei, his three sons-in-law, and his seven grandsons!!!

As I introduced these people to Gu Yibai, she felt a wave of nausea as she looked at the dignified eighty-year-old man sitting at the head of the table. Elizabeth was even more decisive, rushing forward and slapping the shameless old man twice across the face. He saw stars and bled from his mouth and nose! "Shameless! Japanese men are the filthiest people in the world!" Elizabeth cursed fiercely.

Zhou Wan'niang, who had been dominated by Koizumi Junichiro for over ten years, saw things even more clearly. She coldly looked at the old geezer and said, "No, Japanese men can't even be called human; they're worse than pigs and dogs!" As she spoke, she suddenly attacked Inugami Sahei, who had been knocked to the ground. Oh no, I mean, she kicked him! Didn't you see how hard that kick was? I never imagined that the seemingly gentle and easily bullied Zhou Wan'niang would go berserk and stomp on Sahei's groin!

Zuo Bingwei was completely subdued. This "master" of swordsmanship, a ninth-dan, was being trampled on by a woman who couldn't even kill a chicken, his face contorted in pain. Unable to scream due to the immense agony, he could only glare at Zhou Wan Niang with murderous intent. Zhou Wan Niang, known for her timidity, seemed oblivious, as if the eighty-year-old man beneath her feet had transformed into her sworn enemy, Koizumi Junichiro. She showed no mercy, leaving a bloody mess

beneath her feet. Gu Yibai couldn't bear to watch and tried to stop her. I reacted quickly, grabbing her arm. "This kind of man deserves to die. How many women have been ruined by him? Let Wan Niang vent her anger! Keeping this bottled up for too long isn't good for her health!"

Gu Yibai could only sigh, pulling the stunned Zhou Xiaomei close and pressing her head tightly against her chest, preventing her from witnessing the bloody scene.

When Inugami Sabei was on the verge of death, barely breathing, Zhou Wanniang finally collapsed to the ground and wept bitterly in Mena's arms.

Readers might wonder why this Japanese silk tycoon's house didn't even have a single samurai guard. It's not surprising, really. To the left of this house was the residence of the lord of Seymourne Castle, and to the right was the official residence of General Komaku, who held military power in Seymourne. These two families were powerful figures in Seymourne Castle, with countless samurai and ninja in their households. Inugami Sabei's family was extremely wealthy and had very close relationships with their neighbors. Besides, who in Seymourne Castle would dare to pull teeth from a tiger's mouth?

It was precisely because Sabei was habitually arrogant that he disregarded the lord's warning. Furthermore, every man in his family, young and old, was a high-ranking swordsman, confident in their self-defense. Even if something happened, wouldn't their neighbors come to their aid? However, he hadn't considered that he would encounter the White Impermanence of today. Before he could even react, his entire family—thirty-six people plus sixteen male servants—both masters and servants, became meat on the chopping block.

I yanked up the already dead dog, Sabei; his pupils were dilated, a clear sign of his demise.

"Yibai, you and she help me throw all these men into the well in the backyard!" I said, grabbing another sitting man and heading towards the backyard. In no time, ten of the thirty-six men were already dead in the well. I moved a large rock from the well's edge and silently sealed the opening.

When killing these men, Gu Yibai and Miyamoto Yui didn't even flinch, suggesting they also deeply resented the Inugami family.

"Alright, the trash's all cleaned up. Now I need to heal my wounds! Yibai, you and Yui stay outside the hall, just in case!"

Gu Yibai looked puzzled, her expression changing when she heard Yui's name. I quickly replied, "I don't have time to explain now, Yui will tell you everything!" With that, I returned to the hall, leaving the two women of different generations to talk outside.

Miyamoto Yui smiled slightly at Gu Yibai and said, "Sister, listen to me..."

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In the hall, as I instructed, Elizabeth and Fina had brought many beddings and spread them on the floor. The floor was covered in white, which had a somewhat cozy feel. Zhou Wan Niang had stopped crying after being comforted by her daughter Xiao Mei and Mena. The three women huddled together, immersed in their own little world.

The hall was large; besides the three tables still filled with steaming food, there was enough space for at least ten more tables. I told the five women to eat first. Zhou Wan Niang and her daughter were quite obedient. After giving me an apologetic look, they brought some hot food to Gu Yibai and Miyamoto Yui, who were guarding outside.

Because Elizabeth and her two daughters were Westerners, they had large appetites. Having been hungry for a long time, they began to eat and drink heartily at the untouched food on the table. I was speechless. She was supposed to be a princess of the Dutch Republic, yet she didn't care about her image at all.

"You all eat first, I have something to attend to. And please, don't disturb my healing!"

Elizabeth glared at me, annoyed. "I don't care about you!" This noble princess has known me for a long time, and her two maids are practically my servants. How could they not know why I left these women here?

I didn't reply, my heart pounding as I looked at the twenty-five women lying side-by-side on the ground.

Without a word, my own and the women's clothes vanished. Strangely enough, everyone's clothes were instantly and neatly arranged to one side. I grabbed the oldest woman, my hands roaming over her body, already applying aphrodisiac energy.

I always save the best for last. Among the Inugami family's wives and concubines, the underage Sayoko is the most beautiful. A little beauty like her should be saved for last, especially since she's the perfect object of a lolicon's desire. Hehe!

The woman beneath me was one of Inugami Sabei's wives. I could tell by touch that she hadn't been to bed in at least a decade. Although her skin was loose, her vagina was still relatively tight; years of maintenance hadn't diminished its elasticity despite age.

I thrust deeply into her muddy, ancient passage. Even though she was an old woman, she couldn't handle my enormous size.

Calling her an old woman was truly unfair. Her large breasts were sagging, and her buttocks, bigger than a washbasin, were incredibly firm. Years of pampered life had made her plump. Like most middle-aged women, she had a barrel-shaped figure.

Not tall, her breasts were full, almost too big to grasp. She had a barrel waist, but thankfully her lower abdomen wasn't too protruding. Her largest feature was her buttocks, twice the size of her waist. Her thick thighs were fleshy. Moving on top of her felt like pressing against a fleshy cushion, extremely pleasurable.

I couldn't resist her plump flesh; I kneaded her roughly, lifting her two fat legs onto my shoulders in a doggy-style position, and thrust into her relentlessly. Even

before I entered her, the woman was already aroused. Her face was flushed crimson, her entire body tinged with a sickly red. After releasing her speech impediment, with each rapid, forceful thrust, the beautiful woman moaned and cried out incessantly.

Many people believe that middle-aged and elderly women lack sufficient yin energy, thus rendering them largely ineffective in the union of yin and yang. But only today did I realize that the yin energy within this middle-aged beauty beneath me was no less than that of a young woman. Zuo Bingwei had long lost interest in her; having been celibate for over ten years, she had accumulated an extremely intense fire of desire.

A man's desire is generated from yang energy, while a woman's desire is generated from yin energy.

This desire, accumulated over a decade, had formed an extremely yin energy, a powerful tonic for my healing. Overjoyed, I moved even faster, and the beautiful woman moaned incessantly beneath me. I changed her position again, assuming a puppy-dog position, spreading her plump buttocks to reveal a deep red opening, and I thrust in...

The sounds of "slap slap" echoed incessantly, her large buttocks swaying in dazzling waves of flesh. The beautiful woman lay limp on the blankets like a dead dog, her whole body powerless, only occasionally letting out a soft moan from deep within her throat. In less than fifteen minutes, she had already climaxed six times. Her weak thighs could no longer even maintain a kneeling position, allowing me to pounce on her back and ravage her mercilessly... Her

internal injuries, nourished by the yin energy, had healed by about ten percent. I was like a mad demon, scaring Elizabeth and the other two so much that they didn't even eat, hastily fleeing the hall to avoid being caught in the crossfire!

"Ah—" the beautiful woman screamed loudly, the screams continuing. Fortunately, I had already set up a partition barrier, thus preventing a major disaster.

I pressed against the deepest part of her body, knowing that this thrust had ruptured her uterus. I couldn't control myself; like last time (in the previous story, the lecherous thief Red Fragrance had hidden dozens of kidnapped beauties in the Erotic Academy; that time, I lost control and sucked all the women dry, thus greatly improving my power!), my massive penis generated a powerful suction.

And so, a bizarre scene of lovemaking unfolded.

The beautiful woman beneath me screamed, floating like an angel, her face filled with intense satisfaction as she screamed incessantly. At the same time, her plump body slowly shrank. First, her fat—her face, arms, abdomen, buttocks, thighs—in the blink of an eye, the beautiful woman had lost a significant amount of weight. It was as if she had taken the world's fastest-acting weight-loss drug, transforming from a fat woman into a stunningly beautiful woman with a devilish figure. Even the wrinkles and crow's feet on her face disappeared; she looked twenty years younger! And

her vaginal opening became increasingly tighter, wave after wave of vaginal fluid hitting my body—so pleasurable!

Huh! I never expected the beautiful woman to transform into a stunning beauty in an instant, comparable to Mena, possessing unparalleled beauty! Men are driven by their lower bodies, and with the woman suddenly becoming a beauty, I couldn't resist thrusting dozens more times. Unfortunately, this phenomenon was like a dying person's final burst of energy. The woman's essence transformed into true qi, surging into my body from below, repairing my damaged meridians. At the same time, the slimming transformation, which had paused for a moment, began again.

The beautiful woman, now transformed into a stunning beauty, was completely drained of her life force by me before my eyes. She grew thinner and smaller. When I came to my senses, she was nothing but skin and bones. The black woman was withered and pale as straw, her face devoid of any color or flesh, a human face wrapped around a skull.

Her hands were dry as twigs, and her once full and large breasts had shrunk to a dry skin, like two grape skins drained of their tender flesh, hanging on her thin ribs. Her belly was sunken, her waist and abdomen almost reduced to bone. Her large buttocks had vanished, leaving only a skeleton connected to her equally bony thighs.

"Ah!" I screamed, staggering back three steps. My penis instantly went limp from

fright! "Oh my god!" I cried out in a scream I had just learned from Elizabeth, staring dumbfounded at my handiwork.

What happened? Why did my Dragon Power True Qi become uncontrollable? I silently circulated my energy, and my injuries had healed by 20%! "Strange! I didn't mean to drain her dry!" I muttered to myself, horrified by my own handiwork.

I thought to myself, draining those dozens of women whose buttocks had been blessed last time was a last resort. Those women had all been poisoned by the Red Fragrance Silk's aphrodisiac. Following the principle of not wasting resources, I drained them dry! But this time, I didn't intend to kill her at all! Could it be that because of the injury, my Dragon Power True Qi is somewhat out of control? But this didn't happen when I had intercourse with Miyamoto Yui on the escape route. How can this be explained?

Dear readers! Please don't think I feel guilty because I accidentally killed someone! How could a ruthless killer like me, whose hands are stained with the blood of thousands upon thousands, possibly feel guilty? If I really wanted to feel guilty, I would have died of guilt long ago.

My mind raced, but I couldn't come up with anything! I dismissed the question. This woman's death was no loss; besides, she had already enjoyed the highest pleasures of life before her demise—it was a death of ecstasy. Even if she went to the King of Hell to complain about me, I wouldn't be afraid. With a wave of my hand, a blanket completely covered the skeleton, and the terrifying atmosphere vanished entirely!

Fortunately, the other women had their pressure points sealed, preventing them from seeing the gruesome death of their former mistress!

After this dramatic turn of events, I became more cautious. However, there were still twenty-four test subjects before me. Perhaps I could find the reason for the uncontrolled true energy in them? I adjusted my mindset, and an endless fire of desire surged within me again. A heat rose in my lower abdomen…

This second one, I'll start with Inugami Sabei's other wife. This beautiful woman was about the same age, figure, and appearance as the previous one; it was clear they were sisters. Similarly, I could see that this woman hadn't experienced sexual intercourse for over a decade. This is a complete replica of that dead woman from before! Perhaps I can find the reason in her.

I couldn't restrain myself, and with a leap, I pounced on the beautiful woman's voluptuous body...

Chapter 191 Sensual Healing (Part 2)

Regret!

I did my foreplay! Not foreplay before intercourse, but the same method I used on that dead woman: first the old man pushing the cart, then the cross-river pushing the fire. Once again, under my big rod, the woman transformed from a fat woman into a stunning beauty (extremely beautiful, very similar to the woman from before!), and then from a beauty into a rosy-cheeked skeleton!

I was quite serious and careful throughout the whole process; I had never made love so attentively before. Unfortunately, in the end, I still couldn't control myself and drained her dry! My injuries had healed by 30%, and the pain in my abdomen was slowly disappearing.

Time waits for no one; at this moment, the enemy would surely begin a large-scale search of the city. No time to dwell on these trivial matters. Wrapping the pink skeleton in the blanket, I pounced on the three sisters again.

Inugami Matsuko, Inugami Takeko, and Inugami Umeko. In China, pine, bamboo, and plum have always been referred to by scholars as the Three Friends of Winter. Who would have thought that the daughter of a wealthy Japanese silk tycoon would one day have three sisters sharing the same bed?

Matsuko was the eldest, and Umeko the youngest, around thirty-five years old. The beautiful woman who had just transformed into two pink skeletons was their stepmother; their birth mother had died before they reached adulthood, reportedly in Inugami Sabei's bed. As for the cause of death, no one knew.

*Dying in bed, presumably tortured to death by Inugami Sabei.* Heh heh, I chuckled inwardly, a devilish thought rising within me. Tonight, you will follow in your mother's footsteps and die in bed.

To finish quickly, I piled the three alluring women into a heap.

Matsuko, being the eldest, naturally suffered more. She was the most robust of the three women, with exceptionally large breasts, a particularly thick bottom, and the widest waist. After enduring the trials of two voluptuous women, I resolutely placed her at the very bottom. I ordered her to get on all fours, in a doggy-style position, her large bottom sticking up, swaying restlessly from side to side.

I slapped her hard across the bottom with my large hand, "Behave yourself, don't move!" Although Matsuko didn't understand what I was saying, she knew why she was being slapped, and immediately stood still with her bottom sticking up. She secretly thought, "Ten years ago, my husband loved it when I swayed my bottom in this position, why doesn't this man like it?"

For some reason, these three sisters, Matsu, Bamboo, and Plum, hadn't had sex in ten years. Why would I care about such things? I've already gained so much, why should I care so much? Sometimes I really admire myself; just by looking into my eyes, I can know everything about a woman's physiology.

For example, whether a woman is a virgin or not. I can tell in a glance whether she's had sex recently, how long it's been since she last had sex, and even the exact date of a woman's monthly period. Sigh, with such abilities, it would be a shameful waste not to be a lecher!

Bamboo, completely naked, straddled Pine. Bamboo embraced Pine from behind, her arms tightly wrapped around her, her abdomen pressed against Pine's waist, her private parts and snow-white buttocks piled on Pine's buttocks, close to her anus. Bamboo, true to her name, was the thinnest, almost fleshless, except for her breasts and her large buttocks, which were not to be underestimated.

Plum followed suit, also straddling Bamboo. Her figure was extremely voluptuous, but not obese. The two "fat" women sandwiching the "thin" woman resembled a Western-style hamburger!

With the women's movements, their full buttocks and breasts swayed from side to side, and their alluring glimpses of their bodies were occasionally revealed! Under such temptation, I think no man in the world could resist. Clearly, I was already feeling overwhelmed. My extraordinary talent allowed me to thrust my spear deep into the lowest layer of Songzi's body…

Shuanghe wasn't idle either, kneading this big buttock and pinching that big breast. Life couldn't be more pleasurable! Three holes from top to bottom, six holes from bottom to top. The man's heavy breathing and the woman's moans composed the most beautiful primal symphony of humanity at this moment…

The "hamburger" meat was juicy and delicious, and since all three women were petite, I could easily encircle them all in one hug once I regained my true form. The cannon roared, the panting continued, and the three young ladies, ecstatic, lost their defenses under the onslaught of the giant cannon, surrendering their first time to the operator.

Amazing! Unexpectedly, having sex with three women simultaneously greatly enhanced the healing effect. The three women, Songzhu and Meizi, possessed abundant yin energy; each of them only climaxed twice, and my injuries were already 40% healed. I felt incredibly refreshed, and then I noticed Little Yoko lying motionless to the side. A thought struck me!

This little girl looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, yet she was already extremely beautiful and adorable. She would definitely grow up to be a great beauty. Don't believe me? Look, she's only ten or so, and she's already very well-developed. Based on her current appearance, she's already considered above average.

The thought that Umeko was her biological mother gave me a huge thrill. With a flick of my left hand, I used "telekinesis," and the beautiful and adorable Little Yoko flew towards me. Although I always save the best for last, wouldn't it be even better if mother and daughter shared a husband?

Released from Sayoko's pressure points, the little girl gasped, her mouth agape in shock. How could her mother do such a thing with this man? Sayoko stared at the three beautiful faces of women so close to her, their expressions contorted with ecstasy, her heart pounding.

One of these women was her biological mother, and the other two were her aunts!

Umeko, being on the top floor, was the first to react. Looking up, she saw her own daughter staring at her in astonishment, her mouth agape. The man behind her was still thrusting into her violently, the intense stimulation bringing her to an instant climax. "No—" she cried out in Japanese!

I was overjoyed. Indeed, the feeling of mother and daughter sharing a husband was exhilarating.

Umeko, on top of me, tensed up due to this unexpected turn of events, her lower body contracting. Oh my god! She was even breathing heavily! Caught in her own daughter's trap, Umeko's flower bloomed, spraying uncontrollably.

Oh no! At this rate, she'll become the third pink skeleton.

You know, the show has only just begun, how can I let it end so soon? If Meizi dies, where will I find another mother and daughter in such a short time? I endured, I endured, endured, endured!

Oh! Damn! I finally held back. Unexpectedly, under these circumstances, I actually acted out of character and controlled the urge to suckle wildly. Meizi survived; although she fainted, she was unharmed.

I channeled my true energy into her body, and Meizi slowly woke up. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in her arms with what seemed to be a small, naked body. Looking down, she exclaimed softly, "Xiaoyezi, what are you doing?"

It turned out that I had grabbed Xiaoyezi and stuffed her into the crowd, with her own mother pressing her against her second aunt, Zhuzi. Her mother's large breasts were squeezing her budding breasts, while her legs were stretched between her mother's legs, her thighs pressed tightly against her mother's genitals.

I was waging a fierce battle inside Bamboo's body, my left hand pinching my daughter Sayoko's little bottom, my right hand kneading my mother Umeko's big buttocks.

"Devil, you're a devil!" The little girl was naive, thinking that being back in her mother's arms meant safety, but Umeko, as a mother, knew better than anyone. Such shameful things made her, a Japanese woman, scream wildly. Her earlier fear of me was overwhelmed by her innate maternal love.

Amid her curses, I thrust into her hard, "Dare to curse me? I'll fuck you to death!"

I showed no mercy, this thrust almost piercing through her body, straight into her womb. The mature woman threw her head back and screamed, her whole body trembling as if in spasms! I excitedly thrust my lower body, slapping her big buttocks with a loud slapping sound.

"You devil!" Even so, the mature woman still couldn't stop cursing. Sayoko hugged her mother's neck, quite frightened, whispering comforting words in her mother's ear.

"Little Yezi, don't cry. I'll risk my life to protect you." The mature woman's face shone with a great maternal love, ignoring the attack on her lower body. Seeing this sacred image of maternal love, my heart turned to savagery, and I wanted nothing more than to ravage the woman beneath me to death. The spear plunged deep into my body, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed out.

If I continued, she might die, so I had to abandon this beautiful mature flesh and thrust my spear at another young, innocent loli-loving girl. Little Yezi kicked her legs desperately, her little hands clutching the unconscious Meizi, determined not to let me succeed.

Right now, my sadistic desire was at its peak, and I pressed against Little Yezi's little buttocks, throbbing incessantly. Little Yezi closed her eyes tightly in fear, crying out repeatedly, "No, no, please, no!"

The more pitiful her cries, the more aroused I felt. I don't know when I started to become so perverted, but I know clearly what I need. "A virgin, Sayoko is a virgin. Her primordial yin is unbroken, brimming with yin energy. Although she hasn't practiced any internal energy cultivation, with my internal observation method, I can still see the extremely abundant yin energy within her body. A person with such yin energy must have been born in an yin year, yin month, yin day, and yin hour. It's a great tonic for dual cultivation." I trembled as I caressed Sayoko's small breasts. I believed that after breaking her virginity, my injuries would be completely healed.

I couldn't wait any longer.

I didn't press her pressure points again, but simply used my two large hands to control Sayoko's two slender legs. Fortunately, Sayoko was clumsy, too clumsy to know how to use her hands to resist my invasion, which saved me a lot of effort. Her

snow-white, delicate skin was covered with many wet spots, I didn't know if it was sweat or vaginal fluid, her petite naked body was slippery. “Kawa!” I uttered the newly learned Japanese phrase softly, unable to resist the temptation of the lolicon any longer. I parted her labia and thrust in hard…

“Ah—”

Chapter 192 Return to the Martial World

“It hurts!” Sayoko cried out in a pitiful voice, her lower body pierced by a sharp spear, as if her body was being torn in two. Like a lamb to the slaughter, she lay motionless, letting me ride her. In truth, Sayoko was already numb from the immense pain!

The rape continued amidst the pile of flesh…

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In Taoism, there is the concept of a Yin woman; in the martial arts world, there is the concept of a naturally alluring woman. Essentially, both possess extremely heavy Yin energy. Like attracts like, opposites repel, Yin and Yang harmonize, the ultimate principle of heaven and earth. Vermilion fruit, fire toad, red thread snake, the inner core of a strange dragon—aren't these rare treasures extremely Yang? The excess Yang energy, coupled with the fact that men are inherently driven by their lower instincts, led our protagonist to sleep with any woman he saw. Seven parts lust, three parts physiological need.

Poor Sayoko, barely ten years old, had a deep, gaping hole made in her lower body, filled with blood and semen. She had been raped unconscious; the physical and psychological trauma was immense. Sayoko stared blankly at the ceiling, foaming at the mouth.

Of course, our protagonist wouldn't see this unpleasant scene. The little girl was sandwiched between her mother and "aunt," shaped like a "hamburger." Her small body was buried in the pile of flesh, and unless you looked closely, you wouldn't see her miserable state.

Beast! Absolutely a beast!

If any rational person saw this, they would surely curse our protagonist.

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Nonomiya Tamayo, unable to move, was thrown onto a blanket with Haruko and several other sisters. Because she was lying on her side, she witnessed the entire act of one man and several women. Her eyes widened, blazing with fury. Beast! He's a beast! He doesn't even spare a girl of ten!

Tamayo had witnessed this man's demonic methods.

That day, amidst a vast army, this man moved with ease, not only escaping but also taking the woman beside him with him. Watching him flee, Tamayo was utterly shocked. She couldn't believe this lecherous demon, who only ravaged women, possessed such power—almost divine!

Lost in memories, Nonomiya Tamayo inevitably thought of her first time!

As the leader of the Iga yuri (female sluts), she had received all sorts of training since childhood, including erotic training. But training was just training; in her daily life, it was nothing more than practicing oral skills with things like carrots. Her barbaric master had repeatedly tried to harm her, but fortunately, she was clever enough to evade him each time under the guise of "loyalty to the Emperor." But that one time, all her superiors gave her a death order—to seduce Xu Zhengqi!

When she was brought to the tent and saw the man's incomparably large member, Tamayo almost fainted. Good heavens! Aren't men's things usually small? Poor thing, she had only ever seen the even shorter members of Japanese men's short statures, and the gap between reality and imagination made her tremble involuntarily.

The moment the thick member entered her narrow space, Tamayo thought she was being stabbed to death. Even with enough moisture and lubrication, it couldn't withstand the onslaught of such a large member! For the first time in her life, Tamayo, a seductive ninja, felt despair! This despair was like the one she felt when her parents were beaten to death by their employer when she was six years old.

This wicked world has many miserable people. But why must misery follow me for life? Tamayo thought sadly. Today, she feared she couldn't escape death. Ah, death is for the best!

Looking at the several corpses drained dry by the lecherous Xu Zhengqi, Tamayo had already emerged from her grief and anger. Come on, let death come fiercely! At least, I'll die in pleasure!

Thinking this, Tamayo's face flushed slightly. What the hell!

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"My beauty, are you getting impatient?"

A sinister voice suddenly rang in her ears! Tamayo snapped back to reality and saw the man pointing his small cannon directly at her. Behind her were rows of dried-up bodies, and among them, there seemed to be a small, pale body motionless. Tamayo breathed a sigh of relief; this lecherous demon still had a little conscience!

The man seemed to see through her gaze, and said with a wicked smile, "Don't worry, Sayoko is fine! I'm still waiting to train her into my little slave girl!" The man's devilish words crashed into Tamayo's heart, and she felt her heart tremble! A devil, he was a real devil! He spared Sayoko's life just to train her into a slave girl!

"You're a devil!" Tamayo screamed. Huh! How come she could speak again? "Ah—"

"Oh! So tight!" I sighed with pleasure, "As expected of Iga Yoshinobu, those who have been trained are different!" Tamayo

screamed as the man entered her, "You devil! Kill me!"

"Kill you? Where am I supposed to find such a good instrument if I kill you? You are the world-famous 'Morning Flower Rain Dew'! One in a million. I, Xu Zhengqi, have been with thousands of women, and I've only encountered two. How could I let you go so easily?"

Tamayo's vision went black, and she almost fainted. Oh God, oh God, why are you doing this to me! Was her fate to be a slave for life? Tamayo raised her hand, completely unaware that she could actually use her power. Her five fingers formed a claw, aiming for the man's fifth vertebra.

This move was a famous, deadly technique in bed! A must-learn assassination technique for seductive ninjas! Inducing ecstasy and death!

Anyone struck by it would die within a fraction of a breath!

"Ah!" Tamayo screamed, as if she had struck a steel plate, her fingers throbbing with excruciating pain!

"Hehe!" I chuckled wickedly. "Tamayo, surprisingly, your willpower is quite strong!" I thrust hard, a loud "smack" echoing as my lower abdomen collided with the woman's snow-white buttocks.

"Ah!" Tamayo screamed again, but this time it was a scream of pure pleasure. "You devil, you're a devil! Even if I die, I won't let you go!"

"Oh, is that so? Then I won't let you die!" I grinned wickedly, suddenly increasing my speed. The sounds of slapping, panting, and moaning filled the air...

Without a doubt, Nonomiya Tamayo's five junior sisters, including the one who was fooling around at the banquet, were all brought back to life by me. My internal injuries had long since healed, and with each thrust, my dragon power was rapidly recovering. When I drained the last woman, my dragon power was not only fully restored but also showing a slight upward trend!

Looking at Tamayo and Sayoko at my feet, I stood up, "Ah—" I roared, releasing all the pent-up frustration in my chest! Ah, so satisfying! I never thought that a roar would feel so exhilarating! All the frustration from this failed exploration was released in this roar. It was

like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shaking Nishitama Castle. People opened their doors and windows, shouting and cursing intermittently.

"Who's that damn loudmouth! Can't a person eat in peace?!"

"Fuck your mother! What are you yelling about?"

"Damn it, is it because God is angry with my gambling? Did I fall into the latrine because I was scared?"

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"Bang!" Gu Yibai burst through the door. "Xiao Zheng, what's wrong?" She looked at the naked man howling at the sky and asked worriedly.

I stopped howling, turned to her and smiled slightly, "Yibai, my injuries are completely healed!"

"That's great!" Gu Yibai smiled brightly. Ever since Miyamoto Yui explained what happened to her, Gu Yibai had been on tenterhooks. She had been guarding the door, afraid that someone would break in and disturb my healing!

"Huh! What happened here?" She pointed to the dried-up body on the ground, her face pale.

Oh no! Gu Yibai is kind-hearted by nature. Damn it, how could I let her see such a horrific scene? I suddenly jumped in front of her, using my tall body to block her view. "Yibai, it's nothing. You go out for a bit, I'll take care of their funeral arrangements!"

Gu Yibai's face was pale, a warm current flowed through her hands, and she heard the man say, "I had no choice!"

She sighed. In the world of martial arts, one is often powerless to change one's fate! "Alright, Xiaozheng, I'll go out first! Sigh—" She turned and left, leaving me with only a helpless silhouette.

I am no longer a naive newcomer to the martial arts world! The so-called martial arts world is a matter of life and death! I have long since become desensitized to life and death! It doesn't matter how many people die, as long as those who die are not people close to me! If a man doesn't look out for himself, the world will perish! Why sigh for these damned Japanese?

I put on my coat, picked up Nonomiya Tamayo and Sayoko, one in each hand, and turned to leave!

"We shouldn't stay here any longer! Let's go out the back door quickly!" As I instructed Gu Yibai and the other women, there was already a loud knocking at the front door. The loud roar must have attracted the attention of the guards on both sides; they were quick!

Gu Yibai took Nonomiya Tamayo from my hands, and Miyamoto Yui carried Sayoko, ordering the women to head towards the back door. Knowing the urgency of the situation, the women remained silent, obeying my every command!

"Hurry! I'll cover the rear!" I gently patted Elizabeth's pale face, comforting her trembling heart. Elizabeth usually loved to argue with me, but today she was unusually obedient. After giving me a deep look, she pulled Menafina along, following behind Miyamoto Yui.

It was already completely dark. A dark and windy night for murder! I smiled slightly, went inside, and knocked down the candles under the paper windows. I lit torches and set fires everywhere. By the time the Japanese soldiers who broke down the door discovered this, the fire was already raging. Chaos reigned, the heat carrying the stench of burning human flesh, terrifying the soldiers to the point of death! In the chaos, no one noticed a tall figure slowly walking through the back door…

Chapter 193: Saving the Four Beauties of Ancient Times

. South of Wangcheng, near the residence of Inugami Sabei.

Using my explosive breathing and bone-shrinking transformation technique, I transformed back into the scholarly appearance of "Xu Qi." Miyamoto Yui led us into a dilapidated house at the end of a street. The house was covered in cobwebs and dust, clearly an abandoned dwelling.

"Most houses in Japan have hidden rooms and secret passages; let's look for them," Miyamoto Yui whispered.

Gu Yibai asked in surprise, "That's strange. Why would your people build hidden rooms in perfectly good houses?" Miyamoto Yui smiled bitterly, helplessly explaining, "Japan is different from China. The people are cunning, there are many ronin and samurai, bandits and outlaws, and countless illegal and disorderly acts. To avoid disaster, people often build extremely hidden secret passages when constructing new houses."

I smiled coldly, remaining silent.

After hearing this explanation, most of the people were extremely astonished, especially the three Western women, Elizabeth and her companion, who seemed to be listening to gibberish. They exclaimed, "They only know how to hide in the shadows; no wonder they're called Japan. They're truly an extremely cowardly country!"

The group then began to search and rummage through the house, touching this and that. Fortunately, they were at the end of the street, a deserted spot; otherwise, the strange noise would have attracted the attention of patrolling soldiers. The house was quite large, suggesting that its previous owner had been a moderately wealthy family. Although the interior was dirty and messy, a strange statue displayed in the main hall was particularly conspicuous.

The statue was neither human nor monster, but rather a thick, upright pillar from top to bottom. The stripes on the statue were extremely strange, vaguely resembling facial features; looking at it from any angle, it seemed to have facial features. The women searched diligently, but after a quarter of an hour without success, they were getting impatient when Gu Yibai noticed me staring blankly at the strange statue and snapped, "Little devil, hurry up and look! Trying to slack off?"

I gave a forced smile and said, "Yibai, how do I look like a little devil? Please, can you watch your mouth and stop calling me 'little devil' all the time?" Actually, in Xiaoyao Valley, Gu Yibai was the one who loved giving me nicknames the most. One minute she'd call me "little devil," the next "little radish," and sometimes I was completely baffled by her.

Of all the women, only she was bold enough to dare to be so presumptuous in front of me. Unlike Miyamoto Yui, who, after marrying me, became incredibly gentle and considerate towards me. I'd heard that Japanese women were incredibly submissive, and I couldn't help but think maliciously, "If only Gu Yibai were a little more submissive!" Hehe…

"You little brat, I'm going to teach you a lesson, and you dare talk back? Take this…" Gu Yibai pouted, revealing her girlish charm, and raised her pink fist to punch me in the chest. The horrific scene I'd inadvertently witnessed at Sabei's mansion earlier felt like a boulder weighing on her heart. Now that she was out of danger, Gu Yibai was settling old scores…

Unable to punch me, I gently grabbed her pink fist and lightly kissed it. Gu Yibai blushed and scolded, "You little rascal, what are you doing…"

I was about to tease her when suddenly a gasp rang out. Turning my head, I saw Mena, the sexy maid beside Elizabeth, staring at me in surprise. Her small mouth was open, forming an "o" shape, her lips pink and delicate. A warmth spread through my stomach; how much pleasure that little mouth had brought me…

“Mena, what’s wrong?” Elizabeth pulled her back quickly, finally snapping Mena out of her daze. Mena looked around and, good heavens, everyone was staring at her with questioning eyes. Especially the men’s burning gazes, which made her feel overwhelmed, and her tender face flushed.

It was rare to see this foreign woman blush, so I couldn’t help myself and teased, “Mena, is it because you think I look even more handsome now that you can’t resist?” Before I could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through my inner thigh. I turned to look at Gu Yibai; she was looking around, fiddling with her fingers. I smiled bitterly to myself. Sigh, women…

Mena’s expression returned to normal, and she strode over to my side, pointing to the strange statue and saying to her princess, “Princess, do you know what this statue is?”

Strange, what time is it, and Mena is still keeping everyone guessing? Elizabeth shook her head. "Mena, what's wrong?"

Mena then looked at another maid, Fina, who shook her head knowingly.

Everyone remained silent, watching Mena's performance. Usually, when they were together, Mena was extremely quiet due to her personality and never attracted attention. Today, no one knew what had gotten into her, but she actually did this in front of everyone...

Mena's expression remained unchanged as she slowly spoke: "Princess, it is the statue of the Mother of the Mother Church!"

Gu Yibai and I were completely baffled, but everyone else's expressions changed drastically, especially Zhou Wan Niang and her daughter Zhou Xiaomei, whose faces turned the palest. Elizabeth was also quite surprised, exclaiming, "What? This is the statue of the Mother of the Austen?"

Seeing the drastic change in everyone's expressions, I couldn't help but speak up, "Hey, what are you all talking about? Mena, explain this to me, what's going on?"

Mena avoided my piercing gaze and said, "The Mother of the Austen Cult is unknown in terms of when, where, who, or what sect founded it. Its origin should be Japan. It was introduced to my Netherlands eighty years ago. The Mother of the Austen Cult is a heretical sect that practices various evil arts, using living people as test subjects, with the ultimate goal of achieving immortality. The Mother of the Austen Cult uses the Ice Man and Body-Swapping Techniques to shock the Netherlands. Back then, because its leader saved my Dutch Emperor, Charles XI, he was granted..." Xu preached in the Netherlands.

Unexpectedly, within just seventy years, he amassed half a million followers, a quarter of the country's population. Ten years ago, the Church of the Awami rebelled, causing three years of chaos in the Netherlands. Finally, seven years ago, the rebellion was quelled by the princess's father, King Charles XIII. The Awami were defeated! However, the Awami followers refused to surrender. The last 100,000 followers were given an ultimate magical technique by the Awami leader, making their bodies as hard as steel, impervious to swords and spears. In the final battle, 100,000 troops repelled a combined force of 500,000 from Britain, France, and the Netherlands. But for some unknown reason, all 100,000 followers died suddenly within an hour of the battle. The Awami were thus utterly defeated; their leader was hanged, and his body was burned to ashes! "

Mena spoke, observing the expressions of the crowd. The men remained calm and expressionless, while the women were all pale-faced, and the timid Zhou Xiaomei trembled all over!"

She paused, then continued, "The Church of Aom claims to be able to freeze living people, keeping them alive for decades, even centuries or millennia! (Hearing this, my expression changed drastically. I thought of the past leaders of the Heartless Sect in Killer Valley! They were all frozen. Could it be that they didn't die, but were frozen alive to enjoy the bliss of immortality?) They can also bring frozen people back to life! Therefore, many wealthy nobles and aristocrats in the Netherlands who were dying were members of the Church of Aom, and their families often had one or two elders who were frozen people of the Church of Aom!

But that's not the most amazing thing. The most terrifying thing is the Church of Aom's body-swapping technique. It can replace limbs, facial features, internal organs, and even the head! This inhuman evil art is the direct cause of the Church of Aom's demise. How could our great God allow His people to suffer such pain? The soul is unique, and body-swapping is like piecing together parts of several different souls into a new one, which will be punished by God."

As she spoke, Mena began to talk about Christianity. I knew all three women were Christians, praying and repenting morning and night. The funniest thing was, she would also repent after every time we made love. Because in Mena's eyes, I was a devil from hell. Associating with the devil, shouldn't she repent to that old man God?

I listened, completely mesmerized, practically drooling. I thought to myself, if I learned that "Ice Man to Live" technique, wouldn't I be able to revive the past generations of the most beautiful leaders of the Heartless Sect? Wow! They were the Four Beauties of Ancient China: Xi Shi, Diao Chan, Wang Zhaojun, and Yang Guifei! " Oh my god, I

can't take it anymore...

" I blurted out, "Mena, so the Church of the Mother of the Austen was just wiped out like that? Weren't any of its members leaked out?"

Mena, surprised by my question, nodded honestly. "Not a single one left. They're all dead. For seven years, there hasn't been a single word about the Church of the Mother of the Austen in the Netherlands, not even a rumor!"

"How is that possible? Not even a rumor?" I was astonished. Being talkative is a human weakness, and even at only fourteen, I'd long since discovered it. Does that mean the red-haired devils are different from us Zhou people just because their hair is red?

Elizabeth confirmed, "Mena is right, that's indeed the case. I also had my doubts, but for seven years, Father has sent out countless agents, and they haven't found a single trace of the Church of the Mother of the Austen."

"Agents? What are agents?" I scratched my head, completely bewildered by this new term.

"Agents are secret agents!" Fortunately, Elizabeth, who had always loved Han culture, explained it to me.

Even the King of the Netherlands couldn't find a trace of it, so it seems the Aom Mother Cult is truly extinct. I shook my head and sighed, but a thought struck me. The Aom Mother Cult originated in Japan; could this house be one of its branch altars?

"Then how come there's an Aom Mother statue here?" I raised the biggest question on everyone's mind, but unfortunately, Mena was only the discoverer and couldn't explain the reason. I turned to look at Miyamoto Yui, who shook her head. "I grew up in the Great Zhou Dynasty and know nothing about the Aom Mother Cult."

Just as I was at my wit's end, someone uttered a shocking statement.

"This is the headquarters of the Aom Mother Cult!"

Everyone looked in panic towards the source of the voice, and to their surprise, it was her!

Zhou Wan Niang!

Gu Yibai and Zhou Wannian became closer due to their age difference, and the two often chatted together. "Wanniang, how did you know this was the headquarters of the Aomu Cult? Are you also a member of the Aomu Cult?"

Zhou Wannian shook her head sadly, her face showing pain…

Chapter 194 Wannian's Private Thoughts

The following is a self-narration by Zhou Wannian, a migrant worker abroad.

Eighteen years ago, I heard people say that Japan was full of gold, and even needlework could earn fifty taels of silver a month. Good heavens! Fifty taels? You know, in our village, a family of four only had a maximum of ten taels of silver for living expenses in a year. My neighbor Da Niu's wife went to Japan to work years ago. When she returned to the village, she was dressed to the nines and tipped the driver two taels of silver at a time! Good

heavens, she had only been in Japan for a year and had already learned to tip like those wealthy people. How much silver did she earn in that year in Japan? The whole village was abuzz with excitement over her unintentional act. Looking back now, I realize her grand deception began the moment she stepped off the bus.

All the girls and aunties in the village flocked to Da Niu's house. In front of everyone, Da Niu's wife pulled out a whole trunk of colorful silk fabrics to show us—enough to make countless dresses. That year, I was eighteen, a renowned beauty in the village. Sigh, don't laugh at me for trying to impress everyone. In our surrounding area, a poor and remote place, there weren't many people with fair skin. If it weren't for my family's generations of teachers, I would have had rough, calloused skin like those women my age who toiled in the fields. No

woman could resist beautiful fabrics, and I, in my naivety, was quite tempted. Oh, no… not just me, but all the women in Da Niu's village were tempted. Being a little smarter, I immediately asked Da Niu's wife what kind of work she did in Japan that earned so much money.

She said it was needlework. Everyone was stunned. Earning five taels of silver a month through needlework, whether in our village or the city, was a pipe dream. Only the most skilled needleworkers could probably earn that much. But Da Niu's wife explained that nobody in Japan knew needlework. If Da Niu hadn't met a Japanese friend while fishing at sea, she wouldn't have been able to go to Japan to earn that kind of money.

Haha, back then, Japanese pirates were already active along the coast. But they didn't have the infamous reputation they have now. At that time, only Da Niu in our village knew that there was an island nation called Japan where one could earn six hundred taels of silver a year doing needlework!

It caused a sensation! People from all around, even from other counties, flocked to Da Niu's house, eager to ask his wife to introduce them to needlework jobs in Japan. Da Niu's wife was very enthusiastic, but there were just too many people asking. Finally, she made two conditions. First, the requirements were that the woman be a young, beautiful woman under twenty, and second, she must be skilled in needlework. Our county magistrate even organized a special competition for this. Hehe… Thinking back on those days, it was both bitter and sweet, so helpless!

I never imagined we were trafficked to Japan. Once on the ship, after sailing only ten miles or so, Da Niu's wife and the Japanese turned on us. They tied us all together and piled us into the cabin…

Alas, how foolish we were! I never imagined that Da Niu's wife would become so ruthless within a year, even pushing Da Niu, who had come with us, into the sea to drown. Everyone was terrified by this. Our large group of about a hundred people were all young women, weak and defenseless, and most of us had never seen much of the world. With Da Niu's wife using such a tactic, who dared to resist?

One woman refused to submit, and was later gang-raped to death by dozens of Japanese men in front of us. From then on, no one dared to resist again. They were obediently tied up, secretly weeping like waves, one after another, without stopping the entire journey.

Sigh, look at me, getting old, talking about irrelevant things.

You must be wondering why I recognize this statue of the Mother of the Awful. Yes, I have seen it. I remember, it happened eighteen years ago, and I remember it vividly until my death.

The human traffickers were members of the Mother of the Awful cult. Everyone can guess what happened; yes, it was all a scheme by the Mother of the Awful cult.

Later, I learned from Xiao Quan that the Mother of the Awful cult devised this vicious plan to make money. They smuggled beautiful women from our Great Zhou to Japan to sell to wealthy families as female slaves!

After arriving in Japan, the Mother of the Awful cult subjected us to three months of brainwashing training to cultivate our loyalty. There, they fed and drank us well, and as long as we didn't mention going home, everything was negotiable.

Initially, we learned Japanese. Don't blame me for swearing, those damn Japanese devils, even their language has the character for "Japanese" in it—you can imagine what kind of people they are.

Sigh, look, we've gone off-topic again. Sorry, nephew, I'm getting to the point. (Zhou Wan's mother always refers to the protagonist, Xu Zhengqi, as her nephew.)

For those three months, we, reduced to such lowliness, had to kneel before this statue of the Goddess of the Moon every day, three times in the morning and five times in the evening. Then we received training. The courses were varied, and there were even those shameful things… uh, you know what I'm talking about. So, I have a deep memory of this statue of the Goddess of the Moon. Just now, everyone was crowded together, and I didn't see it for a moment. It was only when my nephew was stunned that I noticed it.

Sigh, we, ignorant of human affairs, under the intense training of just three months, became the most loyal female slaves, though perhaps not in our hearts, but in our words and actions, we were trained to be.

Among that group, I was the most beautiful, and I was sold to an old man nearing fifty in the Koinu family. It was that Koinu Junichiro who was already dead. It was there that I truly understood what hell on earth meant. Sigh, I won't go into the rest. Little Mei, my life is so bitter.

As they spoke, Zhou Wan Niang and her daughter broke down in tears, embracing each other.

Without my prompting, Gu Yibai went to comfort them. I then turned to Miyamoto Yui and asked if she knew anything about the Aom Mother Cult. She shook her head vigorously. Thinking about it, it made sense; even though she was a princess, she had grown up in my Great Zhou. Seven years ago, the Aom Mother Cult in the Netherlands was destroyed, and the Netherlands must have exerted considerable diplomatic pressure on the Tokugawa Shogunate in Japan. That's why we see this abandoned branch of the Aom Mother Cult.

After hearing Zhou Wan Niang's tragic story, everyone sighed deeply. I felt a tightness in my chest; those damned Japanese, doing such beastly things. Enraged, I slammed my hand down on the Aom Mother statue. With a loud crash, a flash of white light, and the statue shattered into dust, scattering into the air.

"Hey, look! There's a hole there!" Miyamoto Yui exclaimed, her eyes sharp. Everyone looked, and sure enough, there was a hole in the base of the Aom Mother statue. I activated my Dragon Power Shield, keeping all the dust at bay. I rushed to the table and examined the small hole.

It was only about the size of a bowl, even smaller than my fist. Inside was a strange snake head. What was that? Driven by curiosity, I used my Bone Shrinking Technique to shrink my right palm and placed it on the snake head in the hole.

"Clang!" A flash of cold light appeared at the hole's opening, and a ring of blades swiftly slashed towards my right wrist.

"Ah—!" Miyamoto Yui, who had been watching all this, exclaimed in surprise. Bang

! The ring of blades struck my wrist solidly, but unfortunately, there wasn't a trace of blood, only a thin white ring.

Whew—that was close! Luckily, I had activated my Dragon Power Shield to protect my entire body, including my wrist, thus avoiding a severed wrist. Miyamoto Yui hurriedly came over, trying to help me escape.

"No need, watch this! Open!" I shouted softly, and with a flick of my right hand, the steel blade first cracked, then shattered into pieces with a clang.

With that jolt, my hand accidentally twisted the snake's head, and suddenly a creaking sound came from inside the room, like some kind of wheel turning. "What's that? Quick, go see!" Miyamoto Yui nodded and ran towards the inner room, and soon her shouts rang out, "Xu Lang, come and see!"

I waved, and everyone rushed forward, squeezing into the inner room. The inner room, which had been empty before, now had a stone door open in the opposite wall, and Miyamoto Yui was standing by the door, waving excitedly at me.

As I approached, I saw a downward-facing stone staircase leading into the passage. The further I looked, the darker it became; even with my current night vision, I could see a bend at the end. A gust of cold wind blew in, carrying faint, eerie wails.

Gu Yibai, pulling Zhou Wannian to my side, felt a chill run down her spine from the wind and immediately said worriedly, "Xiao Zheng, let's find somewhere else to hide. This passage looks so sinister; there might be something inside."

I took her cold little hand in my large one and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Even if Ox-Head and Horse-Face came, they'd have to take a few blows from me!" Hearing my confident words, Gu Yibai felt a little comforted, and her little hand warmed up considerably.

I picked up a torch stuck by the inner door, lit it, and the light illuminated the passage, seemingly lessening the sinister atmosphere. "Everyone, hold hands and follow me slowly."

The women all looked to me for guidance and immediately obeyed. Gu Yibai held my hand with one hand and Zhou Wannian's with the other; Wannian held Xiaomei's hand, Xiaomei held Elizabeth's hand, Elizabeth held Mena's hand, Mena held Fina's hand, Fina held Miyamoto Yui's hand, and Yuu brought up the rear. They then took the unconscious Sayoko and Nonomiya Tamayo with them, and carefully followed me step by step.

After descending less than a dozen steps, Gu Yibai suddenly tugged at my hand and asked, "Xiaozheng, how do we close that door?" I thought for a moment. Yes, the mechanism was in the hall, but how could I close the door? If I didn't close it, the searching soldiers might find us. Just as I was pondering what to do, the stone door behind me creaked shut.

"Yui, how did you close the door?" I was stunned for a moment, then thought of Miyamoto Yui who was bringing up the rear.

"What? Xu Lang, I didn't close the door. I should be asking you what happened!" Miyamoto Yui asked, bewildered.

"What? You mean the door closed automatically?" My words immediately sent a strange feeling through everyone...

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