Rebirth of Cihang Jingzhai through Fragrance [Complete] - 24

Chapter 204 The Alluring Martial Uncle, the Delightful Concubine

Ye Tianqi looked at Fu Qingqing's half-naked body and blurted out, "Sister Fu, you're so beautiful!"

He then reached behind her and began to untie the thin knots of her bodice around her neck, waist, and back. Fu Qingqing tried to stop him, but a surge of heat flowed from where Ye Tianqi touched her body, making her feel weak and about to collapse.

Noticing Fu Qingqing's body go limp, Ye Tianqi was surprised by her sensitivity. A smile appeared on his lips as he quickly supported her waist and pulled her into his arms. The knots were now undone, and the bodice loosened. In her panic, Fu Qingqing made a last-ditch effort, pressing herself against Ye Tianqi's chest, letting the loosened bodice dangle between them, concealing her proud breasts.

Seeing that Fu Qingqing wasn't as aggressive as he'd imagined, not kicking him out but instead appearing weak, Ye Tianqi was overjoyed. He

felt Fu Qingqing's body was soft and warm. He pulled the helpless Fu Qingqing away, and her bodice and damp outer garment fell to the ground, exposing her rarely exposed, fair body to the bright sunlight. Her two firm, tender breasts stood erect, their proportions perfectly balanced, and her flat stomach was adorned with a charming, small navel, making one's blood boil.

Ye Tianqi nervously reached for Fu Qingqing's underpants. Fu Qingqing trembled even more nervously, but all her strength seemed to have vanished; even raising her hands was as difficult as climbing to heaven.

The pure white panties were finally pulled down to her knees, revealing a captivating patch of pubic hair beneath her snow-white abdomen. The lushness was truly alluring, making one yearn to immediately part the pubic hair and peek into the mysterious realm of her enchanting soul. Her long, slender, snow-white legs, like verdant scallions, and her beautifully curved, rounded, and high buttocks were breathtakingly beautiful in both color and elasticity.

Fu Qingqing closed her eyes tightly, wishing she could disappear into a hole, secretly despairing, "It's over, Tianqi has seen all my private and mysterious places!"

But Ye Tianqi's gaze also aroused her body, which was her greatest tragedy. Her vibrant curves were fully revealed before her eyes: firm, upright breasts, pale pink like flower buds, the tenderness of her breasts, the curve of her waist, and the small, beautifully concave navel.

Her soft lower abdomen connected to the plump, protruding area between her thighs, like a mountain, followed by the valley between her legs. The secret place between her legs was like flower petals, straight as if carved lines, the opening as tightly closed as a thread.

Ye Tianqi grasped those two soft mounds with both hands, his palms swirling and caressing her full, firm breasts, kneading her crystal-clear, flawless white breasts. He felt their soft warmth and indescribable comfort. His left hand climbed further up to the nipples, gently kneading them. The beautiful pink areolas, though not yet touched, were already round and plump. He took one into his mouth, lowered his head and sucked, making a soft slurping sound, occasionally gently biting the nipples with his teeth and lightly licking them with his tongue.

At this moment, Fu Qingqing couldn't help but let out a soft moan or two. Clearly, the tingling, itchy pleasure on her breasts was teasing this usually gentle and intelligent fairy to the point of being unable to resist. Her elegant face flushed red, her breathing became rapid, and the two pink nipples on her white breasts became engorged and erect, revealing a shameful reaction to anyone.

Her upper body began to writhe, her breath rose, and honeyed fluid overflowed from the garden between her legs. An unbearable wave slowly surged within her, wave after wave. The inexplicable desire rising within her had at this moment caused her reason to be lost in the turmoil.

Ye Tianqi's right hand was also incredibly busy, tracing along her glossy black hair, down her soft, smooth, yet firm back, extending to her firm thighs and rounded buttocks, gently caressing her like a seasoned veteran of the flower garden. Occasionally, like a curious child, he would tentatively slip into the crevice between her snow-white buttocks, carefully searching the woman's most mysterious triangle.

Soon, he found a soft, slightly curved patch of hair, and began to caress her vulva along it. As he rubbed Fu Qingqing's pure and elegant breasts, she suddenly felt an unprecedented surge of excitement and pleasure. Two shy blushes rose to her cheeks, and her clever eyes shone with a seductive allure. Ye Tianqi was so close to her body, and a strange fantasy welled up from the depths of her heart. She didn't reject her beloved son's insolence; instead, she felt a touch of anticipation. Being attacked in two of her most sensitive areas simultaneously caused Fu Qingqing's body to gradually heat up, with an indescribable itching sensation spreading throughout her entire body.

Ye Tianqi slowly parted the tightly closed petals with his right middle finger, inserting it into the secret cave hidden beneath the lush grass. The moment it entered, Fu Qingqing's composed and aloof demeanor completely crumbled. She reacted violently, shaking her head, and an involuntary moan escaped her cherry lips: "Ah..." At the same time, her brows furrowed, and her toes trembled slightly.

Hearing Fu Qingqing's moan filled with pleasure and allure, Ye Tianqi carefully rubbed her petals, playing with her most intimate place. His fingers lingered and lingered diligently. Fu Qingqing hummed incessantly, her soft moans growing increasingly frantic.

Seeing Fu Qingqing's dazed appearance, Ye Tianqi felt his own desire surging and involuntarily picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Without the teasing, Fu Qingqing's long-standing self-control immediately brought her back to her senses. She noticed the wetness between her legs and realized Ye Tianqi was carrying her towards the bed. Thinking back to her earlier reaction, she felt both shy and aware that if she let Ye Tianqi do as he pleased, she would likely lose her virginity to him even earlier than Shui'er.

Ye Tianqi suddenly felt his body stiffen, and then the hot, delicate body in his arms flew out. He hadn't expected Fu Qingqing to have her pressure points controlled; he stared blankly at her.

Seeing herself naked and Ye Tianqi's gaze fixed on her, Fu Qingqing blushed, glared at him fiercely, put on a robe, and, under Ye Tianqi's regretful gaze, waved him out of the room.

The moment Ye Tianqi could move again, he heard the door slam shut.

Facing the tightly closed door, Ye Tianqi, whose desires hadn't yet been satisfied, couldn't help but smile bitterly. He hadn't expected Fu Qingqing to be able to control her desires even under those circumstances.

Shaking his head, Ye Tianqi knew that getting Fu Qingqing's body today was impossible; he feared that any attempt to force her would be met with a beating from the currently embarrassed and angry Fu Qingqing.

A cool breeze blew by, and Ye Tianqi looked at his throbbing lower body. The aroused desire wasn't so easily dispelled.

He paused, then drifted towards Shi Feixuan's room.

Gently pushing open the door, "creak—...", Ye Tianqi entered the room and saw a stunningly beautiful woman, draped in a sheer veil, looking like a fairy—pure, noble, and alluring—her shapely buttocks prominently displayed. She was lying on the bed, tidying the bedding.

The room was filled with a captivating and intoxicating floral fragrance. In the candlelight, the white, wide, soft bedding, the huge pink and transparent gauze curtains, and Shi Feixuan's alluring, delicate fragrance after her bath made the room even more vibrant with the scent of spring...

Although Ye Tianqi was already familiar with Shi Feixuan's breathtaking beauty, seeing this stunningly beautiful woman, as pure and noble as a fairy from a myth, draped in a pale yellow, gossamer-thin transparent gauze, with nothing underneath, her jade-like skin, her curves, and her slender waist, so delicate it could be grasped in one hand, revealed glimpses of pubic hair. A touch of intoxicating blush graced her smooth, snow-white skin; it was hard to tell whether it was the alluring blush from her bath or the result of soaking in warm water.

Such a beauty, simply made up and dressed, is already breathtaking. Now, with a light veil covering her body, her curves and valleys partially obscured, coupled with her alluring and languid grace, like a concubine emerging from a bath, how could one not feel one's blood boil? Her gentle, natural movements as she lays out the bed further accentuate her delicate beauty, evoking a sense of pity and tenderness, making one yearn to immediately embrace her and caress her tenderly, to ravage her wildly. Truly, "The hot spring waters smooth her delicate skin, and as she is helped up by her maid, she is limp and powerless."

Ye Tianqi's eyes were fixed on Shi Feixuan's stunningly beautiful body, completely naked beneath a sheer, gossamer-thin veil... Her flawless, snow-white skin, as white as mutton fat jade, was delicate and smooth, almost translucent; her swan-like, graceful, and upright white neck; her rounded, jade-like, slender shoulders; her slender waist, so delicate it could be grasped in one hand; her long, graceful, snow-white legs—every single feature was beautiful, every single one of them enough to make one's nose bleed!

Especially when he saw the two trembling, shyly erect, cherry-red nipples atop Shi Feixuan's crystal-white, soft, and rounded breasts, barely concealed by the sheer veil, and the faint, dark pubic hair beneath her slender waist, Ye Tianqi's already rising desire intensified, his mouth went dry, and his lust burned fiercely.

When Shi Feixuan realized that Ye Tianqi had entered the room, she turned around and smiled at him, saying, "Husband, weren't you in Yan Yue's room? Why did you come out?"

Ye Tianqi didn't say anything, quickly closed the door, smiled, and hugged the beautiful Shi Feixuan.

A delicate fragrance wafted from Ye Tianqi's body. Although Shi Feixuan was held in Ye Tianqi's arms, she wasn't overwhelmed. She was slightly taken aback and said, "Wait, this isn't Yan Yue's fragrance. It's more like... like Aunt Qingqing. Could it be..."

Shi Feixuan noticed that Ye Tianqi's clothes were wet, and judging from his anxious appearance, she knew exactly what had happened. From Ye Tianqi's expression, she knew he had been rejected by Fu Qingqing. She was about to complain to Ye Tianqi, but he chuckled and kissed Shi Feixuan's neck. At the same time, his hands were busy undressing her.

Teasing by Ye Tianqi, Shi Feixuan's sensitive body immediately reacted. She didn't bother asking what had happened between Ye Tianqi and Fu Qingqing; even if something did happen, she had nothing to say. Lying on her back on the bed, her face flushed, she responded with a mixture of desire and resistance.

Soon, Hua Yi's smooth, delicate, and exquisitely beautiful snow-white body was exposed before Ye Feng's eyes. Her full, jade-like

body was revealed beneath a thin veil—a masterpiece of nature! Her

tall, slender, and graceful figure was adorned with a pair of full, firm, and rounded breasts, as smooth as warm jade.

Below her slender waist was a smooth, white, soft abdomen, rounded buttocks, and a pair of beautiful, snow-white, rounded, smooth, and gracefully long legs. Her fragrant skin was like a sculpture of ice and jade, crystal clear, smooth, and soft. Add to that her breathtaking beauty, her exquisitely charming face, and her dreamlike, mysterious

, gentle, and graceful temperament—she was truly beautiful to the extreme! Ye Tianqi stared blankly for a while at the mature charm and allure of this stunningly beautiful woman, then kissed her red lips, his tongue entwining with hers, and he kissed her deeply.

Shi Feixuan's cheeks flushed, her pearly teeth parted shyly, her soft, delicate tongue shyly intertwining with his in a passionate kiss…

Her body gradually heated up, her breathing became heavier and heavier!

Ye Tianqi reached out and grasped Shi Feixuan's exquisitely beautiful, soft breasts, kneading and caressing them with irresistible affection. Soon, her breasts became erect and hard.

Shi Feixuan's cheeks flushed, her breath came in soft gasps, her starry eyes were hazy, and her peach-blossom cheeks were as red as fire. Her naked, snow-white arms and legs tightly entwined around Ye Tianqi, deeply aroused.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Ye Tianqi leaned down and pressed himself against Shi Feixuan's naked, soft, snow-white body, parting her legs and thrusting forcefully into her.

Shi Feixuan had just shyly parted her legs when she felt a weight on her body, her breath caught in her throat, and she let out a shy, soft cry, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, her teeth biting lightly. She looked both extremely pained and extremely sweet...

Ye Tianqi moved violently, and Shi Feixuan writhed beneath him, her soft, delicate cries echoing.

Chapter 205 Alluring and Seductive, the Fairy Travels to

the Capital Fei Xuan was already quite compatible with Ye Tianqi in their intimate moments, feeling incredibly comfortable. Ye Tianqi gave her not only physical pleasure, but more importantly, a spiritual union. Ye Tianqi's techniques and variations were numerous, each time reaching a climax that left her intoxicated and completely captivated. Although she felt ashamed of her own frenzy afterward, unable to face Ye Tianqi's wicked smile, she always succumbed to his demands. Ye Tianqi's movements

became increasingly heavy, causing Fei Xuan's plaintive, seductive moans and cries to grow louder. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her teeth clenched, her body drenched in sweat, her flowing hair disheveled, as she continuously moaned and sobbed:

"Tianqi... oh my god... Fei Xuan... I'm going to die..."

The two were frantically copulating when suddenly... Shi Feixuan screamed wildly, clinging tightly to Ye Tianqi, her body convulsing violently as if in a spasm, sobbing uncontrollably. Ye Tianqi, startled by her reaction, also convulsed and trembled violently, sending a surge of intense heat into Shi Feixuan's body…

After a few breaths, Lin Shi Feixuan leaned lazily against Ye Tianqi's chest, while Ye Tianqi held her tightly in his arms. Their tender love lingered, and they were reluctant to fall asleep.

In a large hall, monks, Taoists, laypeople, and nuns sat a dozen or so people exuding extraordinary auras. A woman with a beautiful face, ethereal and otherworldly, dressed in plain white robes, with an ancient longsword beside her, always wore a slight smile. She gazed at the black-clad man standing in the hall, his pressure points sealed.

A monk rose from his seat and walked to the man in black. He first chanted a Buddhist prayer, then said, "Esteemed benefactors, you have now been captured by the martial arts community of the Great Song Dynasty. Your plan to disrupt our martial arts world has failed. Do you still refuse to admit what force you were sent by?"

One of the men laughed loudly, "You old bald monk! I am a member of the Holy Sect. Since I was captured, I never intended to live. Kill me or do as you please!"

The faces of the others turned grim, and they all stared at the man in black. One of them jumped up, walked up to the man in black, and said, "You say you are a demonic monster? I will kill you today to avenge my disciples!" As he spoke, the excited middle-aged man raised his palm to strike the man in black's crown, but the man in black waited fearlessly for the fierce palm strike to fall.

Just as the palm strike was about to land on the black-clad man's head, the monk standing to the side chanted a Buddhist prayer and intervened, blocking the middle-aged man's attack. "Benefactor Liu, spare his life!"

he cried. The middle-aged man, now addressed as Benefactor Liu, glared angrily at the monk, saying, "Master Chengguang, what do you mean? This man has already admitted to being a member of the Demonic Sect. What's wrong with me killing him to avenge my disciple?"

The monk replied, "Benefactor, please don't be offended. Do you truly believe he's a member of the Demonic Sect? Don't forget the information we received a few days ago; these people are clearly Liao people. Don't you remember?"

A flash of embarrassment crossed the middle-aged man's face. After a moment, he said, "Please forgive my rudeness, Master. It was I, Liu, seeking revenge." "I was so eager that I was almost deceived by this man. Please forgive me, Master."

Master Chengguang turned his gaze to the man in black and said, "This benefactor, we have already ascertained your identities. Among your people are actually members of the Central Plains martial arts world. You have dispatched a total of fifty-six Heavenly Dao experts to stir up a bloody storm in the martial arts world of our Great Song Dynasty. Your intentions are truly malicious. However, what you did not expect was that we received news shortly after your operation began. Under the leadership of the two great masters of the Central Plains and the fairy An Suqing, we have thoroughly investigated the whereabouts of all those who have infiltrated our Great Song Dynasty within a few days. You are just the first batch that we have captured. However, I believe that in a very short time, your accomplices will soon be caught just like you."

With each word Master Chengguang spoke, the black-clad man's face changed color. When Master Chengguang finished speaking, the black-clad man stared at Master Chengguang and everyone in the hall with a venomous gaze. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. The hall fell silent except for his laughter. Everyone looked at the black-clad man with pity; after all, anyone would lose faith when their seemingly flawless plan was exposed. The black-clad man's laughter was filled with the feeling of a hero's decline.

Just then, a young man strode in and addressed the crowd: "Disciple Wu Chengyan, a lay disciple of Shaolin, greets all seniors."

"Chengyan, why are you back? Where are the seniors who went with you?" a high-ranking monk asked.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, this disciple returned first to report the news. The seniors are escorting those Liao dogs here!" Wu Chengyan said with a joyful expression.

Upon hearing Wu Chengyan's words, a glimmer of joy flashed across the faces of everyone in the hall. The Liao people Wu Chengyan's group was dealing with were the most skilled among the Liao's black-clad infiltrators in the Song Dynasty; all were at least at the mid-level of the Heavenly Dao realm. Therefore, Wu Chengyan's group not only outnumbered the others but was also composed of elders from many sects within the righteous martial arts world. Now, hearing Wu Chengyan's words, it was clear that the most troublesome Liao people had been captured. In this way, the Liao's black-clad infiltrators within the Song Dynasty had lost their command system. Even if some managed to escape the pursuit of the various Song martial arts groups, it wouldn't cause any harm to the Song martial arts world.

The black-clad men, upon hearing this, showed expressions of despair. Just then, footsteps sounded outside. Everyone looked over and saw a group of more than ten people escorting seven or eight black-clad men into the hall. The people in the hall went to greet them, as these were all elders from various sects, holding very high positions in the martial arts world.

After inviting the group to sit down, the Shaolin abbot first glanced at the few black-clad men who were listless and whose eyes were vacant, clearly indicating that their martial arts skills had been crippled. He then looked at the returning group, who, apart from a few with minor injuries, were unharmed. The Shaolin abbot clasped his hands together and said to the returning elders, "You have traveled a long way and finally captured these people. Your merit is great in the martial arts world and in the world!" Upon

hearing the Shaolin abbot's words, the elders repeatedly said that they did not deserve such praise, and their faces showed a look of shame, which made everyone look at them strangely. However, one of the men in black who had been brought in burst into laughter, saying, "Haha, it seems you people finally know shame! So many of you chased us for a thousand miles, yet you couldn't capture us. If we hadn't been caught off guard and ambushed, how could we have fallen into your hands?"

Hearing this, the elders from various sects, who had just sat down and were still covered in the dust of their journey, looked somewhat uncomfortable. Seeing this, everyone in the hall looked on with suspicion.

"Let this disciple speak!" Seeing the expressions on the elders' faces, Wu Chengyan stepped forward and said.

The Shaolin abbot glanced at the other seniors, and seeing that they did not object, nodded and said, "Cheng Yan, since that's the case, then tell us what happened. Don't exaggerate or hide anything."

"Disciple obeys!" Wu Cheng Yan replied, and slowly recounted their nearly half-month-long ordeal in tracking down and capturing these men in black. The dangers they encountered made those present who had not experienced it feel as if they were there themselves. Finally, he recounted how these men in black, when chased to the edge of a river with nowhere to escape, tried to kidnap the people on a passing pleasure boat to threaten them. However, the boat's owner beat them while they were down, severely injuring each of them, and finally captured them.

"Amitabha, well said! The martial arts world of our Great Song Dynasty is full of hidden talents, far surpassing that of these barbarian lands. Since they harbored evil intentions, they deserved to be taught a lesson. As the saying goes, karma is cyclical and retribution is inevitable." The Shaolin abbot laughed after hearing this.

"You people are shameless. You've been chasing us for so long, and you're not even as good as a little girl. I think the prestigious sects of the Great Song Dynasty are nothing more than this." The man in black sneered.

Hearing the man in black's words, many sect leaders of the Great Song Dynasty glared angrily at the man in black, but many more pondered his words.

"Amitabha, isn't this benefactor the same? If you can't even beat a young girl from my Great Song Dynasty, you might as well stay in your Great Liao and retire. I don't know what the ruler of Great Liao was thinking, sending such good-for-nothings like you to cause trouble in my Great Song Dynasty. Once we capture you all and hand you over to the court, let's see if your ruler will have any pride then." Master Chengguang was the number one expert of the Shaolin Dharma Hall. He was extremely frustrated because he couldn't personally capture these men in black. Hearing the man in black's words, he immediately retorted sarcastically.

The muscles on the faces of the men in black twitched upon hearing this, clearly enraged. The leader, however, glared at everyone in the hall and said, word by word, "We will not let you have your way."

"Stop them!" An Suqing, who had been sitting there motionless, saw the resolute look in the men's eyes and immediately shouted, but it was too late. The men in black's faces flushed crimson, their bodies went limp, and they convulsed a few times. Black blood slowly flowed from their seven orifices—clearly, they had committed suicide by poison!

Seeing the black blood, the abbot of Shaolin sighed, "Why did you all do this? The saying goes, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.' There was no need to sacrifice your lives!" With that, the abbot sat down cross-legged and began chanting sutras to help the men in black pass on. Some of the monks in the hall joined him in chanting.

Over the course of several days, batches of men in black were captured and brought back. However, all of them ultimately chose death. Even removing the poison hidden in their mouths did not deter them. Some bit their tongues to commit suicide, while others took advantage of a moment when no one was looking and smashed their heads against something to their deaths. It can be said that within these few days, more than 60% of the martial arts sect leaders in the Song Dynasty were deeply affected, profoundly aware of the shortcomings of their own sects. Therefore, after returning, they no longer focused their main energy on intrigue and instead devoted themselves to cultivating martial arts, refining their sect's techniques, and training their disciples. It was precisely because of this new generation that the martial arts world was able to survive the great calamity that followed.

An Suqing, whose identity was far more important than her actual role, spent her days here, feeling incredibly bored, yet she had to pretend to be detached. This was torture for her. Every day, listening to the rumors about Ye Tianqi and Princess Qingwu, An Suqing had cursed Ye Tianqi countless times in her heart.

That day, An Suqing suddenly received a message from Jingzhai. Upon reading it, a look of joy immediately appeared on her face.

In the hall, the leaders of various sects were gathered together. The abbot of Shaolin Temple, seeing that everyone had arrived, asked, "I wonder what brings Fairy An here?"

An Suqing calmly glanced at everyone, noticing the doubts in their eyes. It could be said that the alliance's actions these past few days had been extremely successful, having almost completely eliminated those Liao people who had entered Song territory to incite internal strife. Why had An Suqing summoned them at this time? Could it be that something important had happened, or perhaps Liao had sent some expert? However, logically, Liao should be focusing all its energy on the upcoming martial arts contest and marriage ceremony in the capital.

An Suqing began, “Since descending the mountain, I have received help from all the seniors. If it weren’t for your reliance on the Liao people’s treacherous schemes, our Great Song martial arts world would have already descended into bloodshed, and some of you might even be drawing your swords against each other. In the past month, I have learned many things that I could not have learned in the quiet retreat, and my exchanges with the seniors have been immensely beneficial. Now that the situation is settled, it is time for me to leave!”

The Shaolin abbot spoke on behalf of everyone, “Since descending the mountain, Fairy An has traveled far and wide to contact all of you, which has enabled us to unite in such a short time and together resolve a conflict in the martial arts world. These days spent with Fairy An, I believe everyone has learned a great deal about how to conduct oneself in the world from her. Now that Fairy An is leaving, it is natural that we cannot stop her. However, we do not know why Fairy An is leaving in such a hurry, without any prior notice.”

An Suqing smiled, her smile as radiant as spring blossoms. Apart from a few with profound cultivation, everyone else present showed a hint of disorientation, clearly indicating their cultivation was still somewhat lacking. An Suqing said, "Suqing just received a message from my sect. The Demonic Sect Master Feng Wuji has already set off for the capital, so Suqing has no choice but to make the trip."

Chapter 206: The Empress Dowager of Liao, Wedding Night.

Upon hearing Feng Wuji's name, everyone in the hall showed expressions of fear and reverence. They feared Feng Wuji's skill, and revered his character. Feng Wuji rarely killed anyone in his life, which was somewhat different from the Demonic Sect's style. However, even so, righteous people still felt immense fear when Feng Wuji was mentioned.

Fang Zheng of Shaolin, who had already cultivated the Yi Jin Xi Sui Jing to a high level, showed no joy or sorrow upon hearing Feng Wuji's name, truly reaching a state of detachment from worldly concerns. Among the crowd, An Suqing couldn't quite figure out Abbot Chengxin of Shaolin. An Suqing knew that Shaolin had been established for a thousand years, and its martial arts were profound and extensive, hence the saying that all martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin. Although this was an exaggeration, it did illustrate the long history of Shaolin martial arts.

An Suqing continued, "As you all know, the capital has become a place of great upheaval, and it's inevitable that masters from all sides will gather here. This concerns the reputation of the martial arts world of our Great Song Dynasty. I hope that if you have the opportunity, you might as well make a trip to the capital. Even if you don't have the ability to fight the Liao people, witnessing an unprecedented martial arts competition would be a great pleasure in life."

"Amitabha, now that Fairy An Suqing has said so, this old monk can't stay out of it either. I have always admired Feng Wuji's cultivation, but I have never had the chance to meet him. If Feng Wuji is helping the Liao people on this trip to the capital, this old monk would like to learn from him." An old monk said from behind Abbot Chengxin of Shaolin.

The Shaolin abbot, upon hearing the old monk's words, paused slightly and said, "Uncle Huiyin, you've harbored resentment

again." "Abbot..." the old monk opened his mouth, about to speak, but was interrupted by the Shaolin abbot, "Every cause has its effect. Since you've already harbored this thought, I won't stop you. Go with Fairy An! It's Shaolin's way of contributing to the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty."

An Suqing hadn't expected that the seemingly ordinary old monk who had always followed the Shaolin abbot, whose cultivation she couldn't sense no matter how she probed, was actually a high-ranking monk of the Hui generation. No wonder her divine sense always detected only emptiness, a feeling of extreme discomfort, even surpassing the Shaolin abbot's cultivation, which was still in the tangible realm. With such a powerful ally, An Suqing was naturally very happy.

An Suqing didn't linger. After bidding farewell to everyone in the hall, she returned to her room, quickly packed her things, shouldered her ancient sword, and set off for the capital with Master Huiyin. Shortly after their departure, the various sect leaders gathered in the hall, seeing that the matter was settled and there was nothing more to do, dispersed to return to their respective sects to reorganize their discipline and focus on martial arts training.

Here lay an endless grassland, its lush green grass rippling in the breeze, creating waves of green. Cattle and sheep grazed leisurely across the grassland; the sky was azure, cloudless, and a long cry echoed through the clouds as an eagle soared in the azure sky.

A cluster of white tents dotted the grassland like white flowers.

A beautiful woman in her forties, dressed in magnificent attire, wearing a golden crown and pearl earrings, had a lifelike phoenix embroidered in gold thread on her robes, symbolizing her noble and extraordinary status. Beside the woman stood a man of striking appearance, with a full forehead and a dragon robe that clearly indicated his status.

"My son, what do you think of the scenery of this vast grassland?" the woman asked, her voice carrying an irresistible air of authority. "Your Majesty,

" the man replied respectfully, "this grassland stretches as far as the eye can see, a vast expanse between heaven and earth. Whenever I stand here, all my troubles vanish, and my heart is opened." "

Indeed," the woman murmured, "Your Majesty, when you are troubled, you also come out to see this grassland, and it certainly makes you feel much better."

The man beside her, hearing the woman's words, asked with a puzzled look, "Does Mother have any worries? In my heart, Mother always seems so confident and composed, as if nothing matters to her. That commanding presence, that air of superiority, has always been my aspiration."

The woman turned around, chuckled, and said, "Silly child, everyone has worries. Mother just doesn't show them. Now that you're gradually able to handle political affairs, Mother can slowly put down her burdens and rest properly. These years of scheming and intrigue have exhausted Mother, but your father passed away too early, leaving only us, mother and son. If it weren't for you, Mother would never have lived such a life of power struggles."

"Mother..." The man was deeply moved by Xiao Chuo's heartfelt words.

"As a ruler, one must never reveal one's emotions to others, understand?" Xiao Chuo instructed the man.

The man nodded, his eyes slightly moist, but as Xiao Chuo had instructed, he immediately composed himself, his expression returning to calm.

"Grand Preceptor, since you're here, why not show yourself?" Xiao Chuo said, seemingly sensing something, to the vast grassland.

Just as Xiao Chuo finished speaking, a man in a long robe, his long hair tied back, and a slightly fierce face appeared not far from them. With every gesture, the man seemed to manipulate the entire world; in the emperor's eyes, he traversed a distance of several dozen feet in the blink of an eye, moving like a ghost.

"Yelü Qiu greets the Empress Dowager and the Emperor. May the Empress Dowager live a thousand years, and may she enjoy good health. May the Emperor live ten thousand years!" the man bowed.

"Grand Preceptor, please rise," the emperor hurriedly said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Yelü Qiu replied.

"Grand Preceptor, what brings you here?" Xiao Chuo asked. "This

humble subject wishes to discuss with the Empress Dowager and the Emperor the matter of our country's martial arts competition with the Song Dynasty," Yelü Qiu said.

"Oh, Grand Preceptor, why don't you share your thoughts?" Xiao Chuo gently brushed aside a stray lock of hair that was fluttering in the wind, her movements exuding feminine charm. Coupled with her unparalleled beauty, her fleeting allure was naturally captivating. However, the two men standing before her were no ordinary people. One was the Emperor of Liao, and the other was Yelü Qiu, the Martial Saint of Liao, whose spiritual cultivation was unfathomable. Although they saw Xiao Chuo's actions, neither of them showed the infatuation typical of men. The Emperor's gaze towards Xiao Chuo was full of admiration, while Yelü Qiu's gaze was calm and indifferent, as if he were looking at a pile of beautiful skeletons.

"Your Majesty, I do not know what you think. Our Great Liao has only been established for a hundred years. In terms of military strength, it is indeed much stronger than that of the Great Song. However, when it comes to the martial arts world of our two countries, the Great Song has four Grandmasters, while our Great Liao only has me who has reached the Grandmaster level. Moreover, the Great Song has far more reclusive masters than those who have revealed themselves. Who can be sure how many extraordinary people are hidden among the common people of the Great Song? Normally, when the two countries are at war, it is a matter of state, and those martial arts practitioners generally do not interfere. But this time, our actions are clearly a direct declaration of war against the martial arts world of the Great Song. I am afraid that we will suffer a loss instead of gain, and be ridiculed by other countries. In that case, where will the prestige of our Great Liao be?" Yelü Qiu stated the advantages and disadvantages of both countries and looked at Xiao Chuo.

Xiao Chuo chuckled softly and said, "What the Grand Preceptor said is something I've already considered. I'm sure the Grand Preceptor is well aware that my other identity is actually that of an elder of the Yin Gui Sect of the Demonic Cult. I understand the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty better than anyone else. Martial artists in the Song Dynasty can fight each other endlessly for fame and fortune. Just like the Song court, the ministers are divided into many factions, spending all their energy on internal strife. If we just stir things up a little, we can plunge the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty into chaos and greatly weaken its strength. As for the Grand Preceptor's concern that we lack skilled fighters and will fail in the martial arts contest to arrange a marriage, thus damaging the prestige of the Liao Dynasty..." "This is something I've discussed with my son. The weakness of the Liao martial arts world is an undeniable fact, but we haven't said we'd fight the Song Dynasty alone!"

Yelü Qiu, being intelligent, immediately understood the deeper meaning in Xiao Chuo's words. Yelü Qiu said, "Your Majesty means..."

Xiao Chuo smiled and said, "The Grand Preceptor understands this in his heart; there's no need to say it aloud. Long after the news of the martial arts contest for marriage came from King Qiluo, I sent envoys to various countries to contact their emperors, hoping they would send their top experts to assist us. I don't believe the Song Dynasty can withstand the martial arts forces of several countries on its own."

"Your Majesty's vision is far superior to mine. With that, I can set off with peace of mind."

"Grand Preceptor, have a safe journey! I wish you a successful campaign! I await your good news in the capital!" the emperor said loudly.

"Haha... Thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty. This humble subject will take his leave." Yelü Qiu bowed to the two men, his body flashing as if he had never appeared, disappearing from their sight.

"The Grand Preceptor's cultivation is truly boundless; even if I were to dedicate my entire life to it, I could never reach that level," the man said with a hint of disappointment.

"Your Majesty is the ruler of a nation; you do not need to possess extraordinary cultivation. Your safety is assured by others. Your primary focus should be on governing the country, ensuring its prosperity and peace. Other matters are not your concern," Xiao Chuo said.

"Thank you for your teachings, Mother. I will remember them," the Emperor said respectfully.

"Mother, I am somewhat worried!" After a while, the Emperor looked at Xiao Chuo standing beside him, her eyes gazing absently into the distance.

"What are you worried about, Your Majesty?" Xiao Chuo asked without turning around.

"Your Majesty, I worry that those countries might send their experts to help us, as you said. After all, this is a matter between our Great Liao and Great Song. If they get involved, they will inevitably offend Great Song, which will not benefit them. Besides, the benefits we promised them are not real; they may not offend Great Song for empty promises," the Emperor said.

Chapter 207: Wedding Night, Shui'er and Hua Jiao.

Ye Tianqi walked towards Shui'er by the bedside. Looking at Shui'er's exquisite figure under her wedding robe and the red veil on her head, Ye Tianqi couldn't help but chuckle. If Fu Qingqing hadn't insisted on a simple wedding for them, there would have been no need for such trouble. However, when he saw his women looking at Shui'er, who was marrying him, with envious eyes, Ye Tianqi realized that he had neglected the feelings of these women. At that moment, he decided that he must hold a grand wedding with all his women in the future to repay their silent affection for him.

Hearing Ye Tianqi's footsteps slowly approaching, Shui'er's delicate body trembled slightly. Thinking about what was about to happen, Shui'er felt a surge of nervousness, especially after Shi Feixuan had pulled her into the room that morning to teach her how to cultivate with Ye Tianqi. Shi Feixuan had told her every detail of the cultivation process, regardless of Shui'er's shyness, and repeatedly urged her to cultivate with Ye Tianqi to help him recover his strength as soon as possible. Shui'er couldn't even remember how she had answered Shi Feixuan in her shyness.

Ye Tianqi stood before Shui'er, looking at her slightly trembling body. A thought flashed through his mind: from their first meeting at Cihang Jingzhai to their growing familiarity and falling in love. After more than a month of separation, Ye Tianqi realized that this gentle, water-like woman had deeply etched her unique mark on his heart with her tenderness.

Thinking of all the moments he had spent with Shui'er, Ye Tianqi slowly removed the veil from her head, revealing a beautiful face. Her exquisite features were flushed with shyness, her eyes were bright and clear, her nose was full and delicate, her lips were glistening red, and two dimples adorned her pretty face, further enhancing her beauty. Dressed in a red wedding gown, Shui'er was absolutely stunning. Ye Tianqi couldn't help but think how true it was that some people say a woman is most beautiful when she's a bride.

Shui'er opened her phoenix eyes and, seeing Ye Tianqi's gaze fixed on her, immediately closed them again in embarrassment. Her full, red breasts swayed with the rise and fall of her breasts, attracting Ye Tianqi's attention.

Ye Tianqi was momentarily lost in thought. He gently pecked Shui'er's smooth forehead, and Shui'er's body trembled violently. A soft moan escaped her red lips, and her slightly open phoenix eyes shimmered with intense desire. Ye Tianqi almost pounced on Shui'er and pinned her to the bed. However, Ye Tianqi was a seasoned womanizer, and he still had some self-control. He whispered in Shui'er's ear, "Shui'er, let's drink the nuptial wine!"

"Mmm!" Hearing Ye Tianqi's words, Shui'er gently opened her eyes. Her eyes were still filled with desire, but she had regained her clarity. She followed Ye Tianqi to the table and watched as he filled two crystal-clear wine cups. He presented one to her, and Shui'er reached out her small hand to take the cup. She crossed her arms with Ye Tianqi and slowly drank the nuptial wine, symbolizing their eternal union.

Shui'er had never drunk alcohol before, and was suddenly choked and coughed lightly. Her face flushed red from the alcohol, and even her eyes became hazy. Ye Tianqi hadn't expected Shui'er to be so weak at holding her liquor. He gently patted Shui'er's back, but the patting turned into a gentle caress. Shui'er, with the alcohol rising in her body and Ye Tianqi's gentle caresses, went limp in Ye Tianqi's arms, her eyes so alluring they seemed to overflow with tears. Seeing this, Ye Tianqi could no longer resist. He slipped one hand under Shui'er's legs and gently lifted her delicate body into his arms, carrying her towards the embroidered bed. Shui'er shyly buried her head in Ye Tianqi's chest, her breath filled with his scent.

Gently, Ye Tianqi laid Shui'er down on the bed, removed her embroidered shoes, and held her small, delicate feet in his hands. The bandages were removed, revealing her exquisitely beautiful feet, like carved jade. He cherished and played with them, the tingling sensations emanating from her sensitive feet causing Shui'er's body to writhe on the embroidered bed, emitting soft moans. Ye Tianqi's heart burned with desire, and he reached out to lower the curtains on both sides.

At that time, ladies often wore bellybands, but the bodice was different. Originally used by women who engaged in long-term labor, its prototype resembled an open diamond-shaped cloth, tied at the neck with a rope, and with one or two pairs of ropes tied at the back at the two pointed corners to bind the breasts and prevent them from bouncing during movement. The lower end of the diamond-shaped cloth covered the waist and navel and was tucked into the skirt. Over time, it evolved into a shorter version that focused on supporting and binding the breasts; Shui'er was wearing a graceful and delicate bellyband.

Shui'er wore a pale yellow silk blouse beneath her fur coat. It was a short, narrow-sleeved garment with a front opening, and underneath, a lotus-colored embroidered brocade bodice. The bodice concealed her breasts, revealing only her fair neck and the snow-white skin above and below her collarbone. The style was elegant and beautiful, subtly revealing a woman's captivating charm.

The thin blouse accentuated her slender shoulders and arms, yet her lines were smooth and supple, without a trace of bone. However, her pale yellow silk skirt, the thin trousers beneath, and the embroidered shoes and stockings

she had removed all exuded joy. Ye Tianqi suppressed his urge and removed them one by one. The moment the white silk trousers were removed, he almost felt an overwhelming surge of desire, a torrent of emotion he could barely contain.

There were a pair of exquisitely beautiful, porcelain-like legs, incredibly slender, without a single bony vein that would disrupt their curves. Her long, jade-like toes were rounded and delicate, as if sculpted from snow.

Looking back down her straight, tightly pressed legs, her waist was incredibly thin, her hips round and narrow, as if she were a flower spirit, not at all real. The only fleshy feature was her high, full belly, covered with a dense, grassy down, the beautiful inverted triangle undulating upwards, like a glossy black butterfly perched between her legs; the butterfly's tail split into two pink petals, revealing a tiny, glistening, moist bud.

Ye Tianqi hesitated slightly, then quickly stripped off all his clothes, embracing this half-naked, stunningly beautiful woman, covering every trembling, delicate spot with his body.

Shui'er's bare legs were incredibly smooth, as if a layer of extremely fine powder was evenly spread across her skin. His erect lower body slid down her thighs to her lower abdomen, the tip already leaving a sticky, transparent trail of liquid on her snow-white skin.

He finally understood: what wondrous magic had Heaven used to create this beautiful body, to give this incredibly slender frame such an alluringly soft touch—against his chest were a pair of exquisitely beautiful breasts, as if their four arms were overflowing with soft, yielding flesh, even the tiny nipples were extra tender than usual, impossible to touch his ribs no matter how much he pinched or squeezed; the fragrance of their skin, warmed by their body heat, carried a sweet, cloying milky scent, and with his eyes closed, he could imagine those full, undulating breasts.

Ye Tianqi felt himself hardening to the point of a dull ache in his scrotum, his monstrous lower body throbbing and pulsating, thrusting into her loosely clenched thighs, almost causing him to lose control. Shui'er let out a soft moan, their eyes met, and suddenly they felt as if they had been transported to another world.

Shui'er's memory seemed to stop at the moment Ye Tianqi removed her clothes. Ye Tianqi, captivated by the vibrant and alluring female body, felt an overwhelming longing for life suddenly ferment and transform between them. Shui'er stretched out her slender arms and wrapped them around his neck, clumsily yet passionately offering her lips.

With permission granted, Ye Tianqi had no more reservations, hungrily suckling at her, biting her neck and chest, as if to make up for the pain he had endured earlier. Through her bodice, he wantonly kneaded her delicate breasts, kneading them until they deformed like dough, yet his hands could never fully grasp them.

Shui'er was laid down on the embroidered bed, her two proud, soft mounds flattened, their outlines much larger than Ye Tianqi's outstretched hands. The full, rounded curves were still astonishing, but their shapes were vastly different: when prone, they resembled inverted bells; when supine, they were round like melons, with two small, finger-like protrusions on her bodice, like budding flowers, proudly pointing towards the sky.

Both were deeply aroused. Ye Tianqi parted her legs, disregarding the fact that her bodice was still on, and buried his swollen, purple penis into her moist opening. He whispered hoarsely in her ear, "I want you!"

Shui'er, her jade-like fingers clenched, her starry eyes hazy, her expression intoxicated, suddenly trembled upon hearing this, her body shaking violently.

Ye Tianqi thrust his hips forward, about to penetrate her, when suddenly a small hand gripped his groin. He looked up at her, stunned and breathless, and whispered, "You...you don't want to?"

Shui'er's cheeks flushed red, and she gently stroked his face, her breasts heaving. "As long as...as long as you're happy, I'll do anything."

Ye Tianqi pulled her closer, thrusting his hips forward, and whispered in her ear, "I will never betray you, my dear wife!"

"Wait...wait a minute!" Shui'er desperately held onto his chest, refusing to let him cross the line. "I...I belong to you completely. I'll do anything to make you happy. Remember to use my yin essence to heal your injuries later, my senior sister told me!"

Ye Tianqi couldn't resist, almost wanting to force himself on her, struggling to maintain a sliver of clarity, his hands roaming over her breasts. Hearing this, she nodded!

Shui'er's sensitive breasts tingled from the slight tickling of his lips, her pretty face flushed, and her body felt weak. Ye Tianqi, however, did not take advantage of the situation. Instead, he lowered his head and breathed softly into her impressively undulating breasts. Shui'er gritted her teeth, enduring the sensation on her breasts, and said in a trembling voice, "You...you come on, Shui'er can hold back." Despite her earlier awareness, uttering such lewd words still filled her with shame and embarrassment, almost causing her to faint.

Ye Tianqi, however, could not linger. He kissed her long, fair neck, her alluring collarbone, sucked on her full, sweet lips, wantonly kneaded her sweat-drenched breasts, pinched her perfectly slender waist, and inhaled her indescribable, delicate fragrance… none of this could make him stay even a moment longer.

“I…I want you, Shui’er! Spread your legs…” He gnawed at her hoarsely, like a beast devouring its prey: “…Let me in!”

Making a decision and actually experiencing it are two completely different things. Despite her surging lust, Shui’er was still overwhelmed with shame. She clutched the sheet tightly with one hand and covered her face with her hair with the other, sobbing and pleading: “Brother Qi, don’t…don’t say such things…ah! So…so embarrassing! Waaah…”

Ye Tianqi was completely unable to control his burning desire. He forcefully pulled open Shui’er’s belt, lifted her skirt, and pulled her soaked thin silk trousers down to her ankles. He ripped off her waist towel, grabbed one of her beautiful and delicate ankles, and pulled it out of the trouser leg, spreading it wide. Each thrust made Shui’er let out a startled cry of “Ah!” Her soft body twitched, giving one the illusion of “hitting deep inside.”

Between Shui’er’s snow-white and tender legs, there was a sticky fluid, and the beautiful, delicate flesh covering her jade thighs like butterfly wings was wet and plunging into view. Her plump, pinkish-orange breasts were only slightly larger than a ripe date, with a glistening, moist cleft in the middle, revealing two tender labia, much like the flesh of a freshly peeled lychee.

Shui'er clung weakly to his neck, her legs squeezing between his waist, spreading wide.

Shui'er trembled helplessly; Ye Tianqi's wildness aroused her desire, but the roughness deeply frightened her. Even with Shi Feixuan's prior instruction, she was still at a loss for what to do the first time. Faced with Ye Tianqi's intrusion, she could only respond with a rain of kisses.

Shui'er embraced her beloved husband, her thin pink lips pecking at his lips, kissing him from his eyebrows and nose to his lips, the kisses wet and hot.

Ye Tianqi roughly grasped her tender breasts, his disproportionately large member pressing against her narrow entrance, without any room for maneuver, slowly penetrating her. The tight entrance scraped against his sensitive tip, and he snapped back to reality, only to find Shui'er trembling violently, her soft cheeks pressed against his, a warm, wet liquid mingling between their faces, causing a slight sting.

He suddenly snapped back to reality, stopped his thrusting, and reached out to embrace her tightly.

Shui'er endured the tearing pain in her lower body, gently kissing his earlobe, turning her pale, tearful face, and forcing a smile, "That's great! Finally inside. Don't forget to heal your wounds!"

Ye Tianqi felt both pity and pain, lowering his head to wipe away her tears, and said softly, "It's all my fault, making Shui'er suffer!"

Shui'er shook her head and asked softly, "Is it...all the way in? I...I feel like I'm going to split open!"

Ye Tianqi glanced down, his lower body only halfway in, but he didn't rush to withdraw, biting her delicate earlobe and saying, "Don't worry, Shui'er, I'll make you feel good." Shui'er

was overwhelmed with shame, but every movement in her lower body was painful, and there was nowhere to hide. Ye Tianqi licked her pink neck, then suddenly bit the rope tied behind her neck. With a gentle pull, he untied the bodice by biting the end of the rope. His nimble tongue, like a snake darting through the flesh, slipped inside the bodice, licking its way from beneath her plump breasts to her firm, red nipples.

Chapter 208: A soft moan escaped Xuexue's

lips as her wet tongue circled her small, pink areola. The areola, slightly smaller than a coin, slowly swelled, hardening into a delicate mound like a monk's cap. On this mound, tiny bud-like cherries rose, firm and plump, proudly pointing towards the sky.

Ye Tianqi remembered that when he first touched Shui'er's breasts, the tips were so small and tender, like roasted nutmeg, a unique experience among all the women he had ever been with. Now, their firmness and erectness were the best among all the women, and even the delicate softness had changed from extremely soft to hard and swollen, as if the tips were gradually congealing into a smooth and bouncy cream as blood filled them.

Lying flat, her two soft mounds slowly rose as she was licked, the pink peaks glistening with saliva. Shui'er groaned softly, her delicate chin arched back, her flat stomach convulsing like waves, her body trembling violently. Her half-closed eyes were hazy, lost in a sea of desire.

"Ah...so...so strange! No...no! No more...ahhh—"

Ye Tianqi didn't let up, continuing his assault on her sensitive breasts; taking advantage of her abundant lubrication, he gently broke through the thin barrier, penetrating her, filling her previously untouched, wet and narrow passage completely.

Shui'er's body tensed, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow, her beautiful eyes tightly shut. Ye Tianqi felt his lower body tightly enveloped in a sticky, warm sensation, unsure if it was from the blood of her first time. He continued his slow but persistent thrusting until he was more than halfway inside.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..." Shui'er cried out tearfully, but before she could finish her sentence, her lips were seized by Ye Tianqi.

After his initial thrust, Ye Tianqi stopped his reckless advance, pulling her into his arms and gently kissing and caressing her, savoring her beautiful cherry lips and nipples. His movements were both wild and tender, making the beautiful Shui'er moan softly, like a helpless, naked fawn with its neck arched.

When she felt the pain, she would cry out softly and stop moving, trembling. Only when Ye Tianqi's kisses aroused her, or when the pleasure in her breasts surged, would she unconsciously begin to thrust. This repeated several times, gradually becoming more and more intense, her breath coming in soft gasps as she murmured, "So...so numb! Husband...this...this is so itchy, so...so numb..." Ye Tianqi tried to get up, but she held him tightly in her arms, the two pressed close together, rubbing against each other deeply, feeling incredibly pleasurable.

For a woman's first night, the most painful part isn't the breaking of her hymen, but the sudden insertion of a massive object into her normally delicate passage, stretching it several times its original size. How could it not hurt? Ye Tianqi understood this well, focusing on caressing her sensitive spots, never making any rash moves. As Shui'er adjusted to the foreign object inside her, the scalding heat made her feel numb and itchy, and her heart raced. Unconsciously, she began to respond, the force and angle of her movements perfectly matching her most comfortable instincts, until they finally reached their peak.

He embraced Shui'er's slender waist, burying his face in her proud, deep cleavage, while quietly withdrawing slightly. Shui'er frowned slightly, her voice soft and breathy: "No! It...it hurts! It hurts..." The last word hadn't even faded before it turned into a shameful moan, as Ye Tianqi gently bit the clitoris, stretching the snowy mound into a pointed shape.

Shui'er's delicate nature seemed unusually sensitive; this manipulation sent her into a state of ecstasy. Her lower body gushed forth fluids, flowing down her snow-white thighs, even washing away the peony-like bloodstains at her groin, leaving behind only shimmering traces of crimson. Lost in her lover's embrace, she wanted to press herself even closer to him, her flat stomach arching upwards, and his manhood, still stained with blood, was completely submerged.

Ye Tianqi lured her to arch her back in response, several times, the movements growing larger and larger.

Shui'er clung tightly to his neck, an uncontrollable tremor seemingly spreading from her body into her very being. Ye Tianqi felt the tip of his penis pierce into tender flesh; her previously clenched vaginal canal began to contract and relax rapidly, rotating several times. This wondrous spasm, like Shui'er herself, was tight yet not oppressive, allowing one to savor the exquisite pleasure of rapid expansion and contraction, like a baby clenching its fist, which only intensified the desire to erupt.

The convulsions hadn't subsided when Ye Tianqi, suppressing his urge to ejaculate, continued, each thrust firm and distinct, the impending climax building ever stronger…

Shui'er's flushed face was covered in fine beads of sweat, her lips slightly parted, yet unable to utter a sound, her whole body trembling.

"No…no more…please…please spare Shui'er…"

She pushed desperately against Ye Tianqi's chest, struggling to open her starry eyes, her gaze brimming with tears, a desperate struggle in her half-conscious, half-dazed state, weakly casting pleading glances at the man on top of her. Her sensitive body, convulsing from the climax, couldn't easily find rest, and was instantly swallowed by another rising peak.

"No…no!"

Ye Tianqi, eyes closed, continued to plow Shui'er's virgin path, sweat pouring down like rain, soaking her long, black hair scattered on the bed. “Shui’er… Shui’er’s body… is saying ‘Don’t stop!’ Shui’er… can you hear me?” He thrust deeply into her hollow, snow-white thighs, his raging dragon penetrating to the very bottom, pounding into her tender, delicate flesh until there was no space left, squeezing out large amounts of fluid.

Shui’er’s delicate body twitched, and she suddenly cried out in agony, her beautiful head shaking wildly: “No! I… I’ll die…”

Ye Tianqi could no longer restrain himself. Holding the alluring Shui’er, he thrust and pounded wildly, his raging dragon rapidly swallowing and ravaging her. Shui’er was terrified, tilting her head back and groaning sharply. After a round of frenzied pounding, the tip of his penis suddenly burst like molten lava, and a large, fiery mass of fluid gushed out, shooting all of it into her tender passage.

“Ah—!” Shui’er’s body was delicate, and the scalding essence made her faint instantly. Her lower body continued to pinch, suck, and convulse uncontrollably.

Ye Tianqi lay on Shui'er's fair and exquisite body, gently licking away the glistening tears from the corners of her eyes. Shui'er shyly opened her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Qi, let's begin our dual cultivation now!"

Ye Tianqi nodded, as this was the most important thing. He placed his hands on Shui'er's delicate back, lifted her up, and made her sit cross-legged on his waist. The two kissed, exchanged a glance, and gently closed their eyes. At the same time, they began their dual cultivation technique. Ye Tianqi felt a vast and pure virgin yin energy surging from Shui'er's body. Ye Tianqi's large hands quickly teased the sensitive areas of Shui'er's body. Suddenly, Shui'er's legs tightly gripped Ye Tianqi's waist, and a soft moan escaped from her red lips. A stream of essence containing rich vitality entered Ye Tianqi's body.

Ye Tianqi immediately circulated his cultivation technique, drawing the abundant life force into his dantian. Drawn by this life force, his dantian universe underwent another cycle of birth and destruction. Simultaneously, the sixth image of the Longevity True Technique reappeared in Ye Tianqi's mind, instantly comprehending the profound mysteries of heaven and earth, and the principles of life and death. It could be said that Ye Tianqi had grasped the essence of life and death; he could freely control his own life and death if he so desired. The true meaning of the Longevity True Technique only gradually revealed itself at the sixth level.

Having been reborn, Ye Tianqi found all his old injuries healed, and his cultivation increased dramatically. A feeling of complete merging with nature, of the world at his disposal, arose spontaneously within him. In that instant, he felt like the master of this world, able to use everything within it.

"Ugh!" A soft moan brought Ye Tianqi down from that state of mind. He didn't care about his current cultivation level; his eyes were only on the woman leaning against him, her face flushed.

He held Shui'er in his arms, pulled the covers over her, but couldn't bear to look away. He remained on her delicate body, gently combing her damp hair and wiping away her fragrant sweat.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Shui'er let out a soft moan, her chest still heaving.

After a moment, her gaze finally focused, and she murmured, "Is my husband's injury healed? I... I feel... I feel like I died a few times."

Ye Tianqi smiled, his nose lightly brushing against her pert little nose, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Do I look like I'm not healed? But if Shui'er wants, I can make you die a few times every day." Shui'er took a long time to recover, feeling deeply ashamed. She had raised her fist to strike, but her arm fell limply to her side. Ye Tianqi, quick-witted and agile, caught her hand, gently holding her slender fingers and caressing them wantonly.

"Shui'er's body is truly... truly exquisite. I want Shui'er to stay with me forever, to savor her every night, never letting her go even for a day." Shui'er

was so ashamed she almost fainted, but seeing his earnest words, so heartfelt and tender, coming from the man she had given herself to, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart, a cozy feeling spreading through her chest. She turned her head away and whispered, "I... I'm not that good. Fei Xuan, and Zhi Meng, and so on, you have a whole bunch of women, you... you're bullying Shui'er again!" Even her snow-white neck flushed crimson, like snow-covered cherry blossoms.

Ye Tianqi, captivated by her beauty, was surprised that this gentle girl could be jealous. A smile appeared on his face, and his burning lips pressed against her neck again.

Shui'er let out a soft, delicate cry, only then realizing how incredibly seductive her moans were, and her legs became wet again. The tingling, itching, burning, and spasms deep within her body hadn't completely subsided; the hot, stinging pain lingered, as if a thick, hard fire poker were inserted... Of course, there was also the pleasure, like falling into an abyss, or being bitten by ants and struck by lightning.

Gently, he pressed Shui'er down beneath him, the tassels on the embroidered bed swaying gently, and Shui'er's suppressed moans occasionally escaped from the curtains, each sound intoxicating.

The next day, Ye Tianqi got up early and practiced his boxing. Returning to his room, he noticed the smooth curve of the brocade quilt move slightly, knowing the beautiful woman inside had awakened. Thinking of the happy days of his childhood at Cihang Jingzhai, a smile appeared on his lips. Ye Tianqi leaned closer to her thick, black hair draped outside the quilt, his lips gently touching the dimple at the top of her head, and whispered, "Good sister, good sister..."

His voice trembled softly, and Shui'er, tickled, curled her neck and giggled. Her rosy, snow-white cheeks peeked out from under the quilt, and she scolded, "Playing tricks again so early in the morning! You..." Before she could finish, Ye Tianqi's lips sealed hers.

Shui'er was intoxicated by the kiss. Ye Tianqi embraced her beautiful body through the quilt, his hands tracing down her fragrant shoulders, caressing her beautiful back and buttocks. Shui'er lay prone in the quilt, tilting her beautiful neck back to kiss him, her delicate body trembling slightly.

The two kissed deeply for a moment before separating. Shui'er blushed and complained softly, "I haven't washed up yet! Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?"

Ye Tianqi rubbed his nose against his sister's soft cheek and laughed, "My Shui'er, you're sweet no matter when you eat me, even more fragrant than sugar syrup or fruit honey. If you don't believe me, I'll share some with you." He then kissed her lips, but one of his hands slipped under the covers and grabbed his sister's soft breasts. His groin was already hard and burning, pressing against her supple thighs through the thick brocade quilt, like a red-hot branding iron, gently pressing against a soft, moist spot.

Shui'er cried out softly in pain from the pressure and frowned. Ye Tianqi quickly sat up and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Tears welled in Shui'er's eyes as she trembled, "It...it hurts so much there, it feels like it's on fire."

Ye Tianqi dared not do anything rash. He gently turned her over, but the slightest movement caused Shui'er to cry out in pain, biting her teeth and wiping away tears, her appearance exceptionally pitiful. He lifted the corner of the blanket, and Shui'er, both ashamed and anxious, exclaimed, "No...no! What...what are you doing?"

After their lovemaking, she was exhausted and fell asleep, completely naked under the covers. She tried to cover herself by bending her legs, but the slightest movement caused pain. Her two delicate legs were spread apart, and she felt Ye Tianqi's hot breath spraying onto her sensitive petals. Amidst the initial burning pain, sensations of warmth, numbness, tingling, and itching rushed in, indescribable as pleasure or pain. Instinctively, she tilted her head back and covered her mouth, forcefully suppressing a sweet, ecstatic moan.

Ye Tianqi carefully parted her jade-like legs, but the narrow gap was sealed shut, revealing only two small, thin slices of translucent, soft fat. Even when her legs were wide open, the small gap remained barely open, just like a virgin's. Yet, her entire body was swollen like a small peach, her snow-white skin taut, round, and swollen, faintly revealing a delicate red.

Shui'er, true to her name, had a delicate body, and the pain of losing her virginity was greater than that of ordinary people. However, last night, she had been extremely aroused, and with Ye Tianqi's attentive pleasure, she hadn't felt any pain. As a result of his wanton thrusting, her groin was severely swollen and red. After sleeping for a while, the swollen area became congested with blood and finally started to hurt. Touching it felt like being pricked by needles or burned by fire, naturally causing discomfort.

Ye Tianqi couldn't touch her, so he had a sudden idea and used his tongue to gently lick her.

Shui'er let out a soft "Ah," her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her slender waist arching as she trembled slightly from the licking. The burning pain felt cool and pleasurable as the saliva touched it; the tongue's agility and gentleness made the licked areas feel like the tickling of feathers, both itchy and comfortable. In no time, she was already gushing with fluid.

Chapter 209: The Springtime of Dawn, Unbearable Torture

. This was the first time Ye Tianqi had done this. Apart from the naive Shui'er, the other girls would never do such a shameful thing with him. Ye Tianqi felt a surge of excitement, suppressing his desire, gently licking her, wanting only to relieve her pain. Suddenly, he heard Shui'er moan softly, shaking her head while biting her jade-like finger; upon closer listening, he realized she was calling for him. He climbed forward, only to be suddenly embraced by Shui'er around the neck. Shui'er buried her flushed face in the crook of his neck, her eyes closed as she shyly said, "Brother Qi! I... Sister... Sister wants..."

Ye Tianqi felt his blood rush to his head, but he endured it, whispering, "Shui'er! What if I hurt you? Be good and rest. When you feel better, I'll want you every day." Shui'er hugged his neck and shook her head shyly. Her delicate forehead was soaked with sweat, burning like charcoal. Rarely, she became stubborn: "I... I don't care, now... now I want it! Sister wants Qi'er, you... you come here!"

Ye Tianqi's mind went blank. He could no longer hold back. He crawled into the blanket, pulled down his pants, and his strong waist squeezed her snow-white, slender legs apart. With a "squelch," he thrust in, squeezing out a glistening, smooth liquid!

Shui'er groaned, feeling both pain and pleasure in her vagina. In an instant, she was filled to the brim, almost fainting. Ye Tianqi felt as if he were inserting himself into a narrow, hot, and wet chicken intestine. Despite feeling as if it were about

to break, the glistening, slippery fluid inside her vagina was endlessly smooth and indescribably slippery. He instinctively thrust his hips forward, penetrating deeply, pumping in and out over a hundred times in the blink of an eye, making a squelching sound. Shui'er was in agony, the maddening pleasure surging through her like a tidal wave. Her virginity was already numb, devoid of pain, her moans intermittent and deathly soft, her breath coming in soft murmurs.

Ye Tianqi gripped her slender waist with both hands, lifting her beautiful back slightly, and pounded into her with force, showing no mercy. Shui'er gripped the bamboo branch at the head of the bed tightly, her head shaking wildly. Her soft, white breasts, slightly flattened, swayed violently with each thrust, drawing two circles outwards; her pert, tender nipples rose and fell violently with the surging waves, swaying forward in waves, making one's blood boil.

"No...no, Shui'er can't take it anymore..." Her cry was pure and innocent, her tightly closed eyes unable to conceal her shyness, yet her body was unbelievably alluring, as if once awakened, all the seductive charm in her bones surged forth all at once, making her unable to control herself.

Ye Tianqi seemed to be drawn by Shui'er's soft and alluring body, holding nothing back, placing her two white, bare feet on his shoulders, pressing her knees down, thrusting in and out deeply and fiercely. Shui'er could no longer cry out, her beautiful eyes closed, her head tilted back, her delicate body twisting incessantly, occasionally letting out a few sharp, mournful cries, fragrant saliva dripping from her open lips.

Compared to the passionate lovemaking of the previous night, this was a desperate, flesh-on-flesh struggle, without foreplay, disregarding the consequences, the two of them holding nothing back, in the blink of an eye they had reached the critical moment on the edge of a cliff, about to fall at any moment.

Suddenly a voice called from outside: "Husband—Sister Shui'er!" The voice slowly approached the small house, it was Shi Feixuan.

Ye Tianqi was startled and tried to get up: "No...no! Shui'er...we need to get dressed quickly!" Shui'er clung to him tightly, her body convulsing, biting his ear and panting heavily: "No...no!...It's coming! Just...just a little longer...ahhh..."

Ye Tianqi's penis felt slightly numb, but his desire to thrust, even to destroy and ravage, remained undiminished. He braced his hands on either side, tightly holding her full, white breasts and armpits, and thrust forcefully using his knees as a fulcrum. The bed creaked as if it were about to collapse!

Shui'er's slender legs hooked around his taut buttocks, trembling slightly. The soft touch slid across her sweat-drenched skin, finally arousing his deepest desire—Ye Tianqi felt a tingling in his spine, and hot, thick semen suddenly erupted. Shui'er convulsed, whimpering as she accepted all of her beloved husband's essence. Ye Tianqi was somewhat exhausted, but then he heard footsteps at the door and quickly pulled out.

Ye Tianqi hurriedly put his clothes back on. He heard a few knocks on the door, and Shi Feixuan called from outside, "Husband, are you up?" Ye Tianqi quickly replied, "Yes, Shui'er is changing. We'll be out in a bit."

Shi Feixuan responded and said with a smile, "Alright, hurry up! I'll come back later." Her footsteps gradually faded away.

Ye Tianqi breathed a sigh of relief and fetched water to clean Shui'er's lower body. He saw that the swelling between her thighs was even more pronounced, and the two folds were slightly parted, tinged with crimson, like a bright and beautiful red peony. He felt both heartache and a sense of cuteness, and couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure.

Shui'er breathed heavily with her eyes closed, her soft, snow-white breasts heaving violently, her nipples trembling slightly, her body convulsing and trembling, clearly still not recovered from her orgasm.

Ye Tianqi gently helped her put on her bodice and lower garment, brushing away the sweat-dampened hair from her forehead. Only then did Shui'er open her beautiful eyes, her gaze still somewhat unfocused; her body slumped, her brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft breath, murmuring, "It hurts so much... but it feels so good. It's like being dead, yet it hurts like I'm going to die. Just like Fei Xuan said!"

Ye Tianqi was both amused and exasperated, deliberately teasing her, "Who told me not to stop? You're so childish!"

Shui'er blushed, stubbornly arguing, "It felt so good before, and now it hurts so much."

Ye Tianqi loved her to the extreme, pulling her into his arms and whispering, "If I had known it would hurt you like this, I wouldn't have licked you! It's exhausting for your body..." "It hurts, it hurts in my heart." Shui'er blushed and nestled tenderly in his arms. After a moment, she whispered, "It's not because of you...you treated me like that, that's why...that's why I wanted it."

Ye Tianqi was surprised: "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Shui'er was overwhelmed with shame and gently patted the back of his hand: "Don't...don't say such things! It's so embarrassing." Ye Tianqi's lust was aroused again, and he smiled mischievously, clinging to her: "So it's very comfortable? If you can't say, I'll lick it a few more times and see."

Shui'er was extremely embarrassed, her jade-like face flushed with embarrassment. She could only close her eyes and rest on his shoulder. After a long while, she said, "Very...very comfortable."

Ye Tianqi felt a surge of tenderness in his heart and remained silent. Holding the jade-like woman in his arms and listening to each other's heartbeats, he suddenly felt that "everything is enough."

Shui'er, dressed in a palace gown, sat gracefully before her dressing table, applying makeup in front of the mirror. Gazing at her radiant reflection, a glint of intelligence flashing in her eyes, she could hardly believe that the woman with the alluring expression in the mirror was herself. Suddenly,

she felt a gentle embrace from behind, enveloped by a familiar masculine scent. Turning around, she saw Ye Tianqi smiling broadly at her.

"Husband, have your injuries fully healed?" Shui'er asked.

"Silly girl, can't you tell from my appearance? My cultivation has not only fully recovered but has even surpassed its previous level. Now, even if I were to face Su Shi, I wouldn't be afraid. However, I'm not sure who will ultimately win," Ye Tianqi initially said arrogantly, but quickly changed his tone.

"That's wonderful! With such high cultivation, my husband won't get injured anymore, and we sisters won't have to worry," Shui'er said happily. "Shui'er, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I..."

Shui'er turned around and covered Ye Tianqi's mouth with her snow-white jade fingers, her breath sweet as orchids, saying, "Husband, please don't say that. I'm so happy to be able to do anything for you."

"Shui'er..." Ye Tianqi held Shui'er's smooth body tightly in his arms.

After a while, Shui'er suddenly pushed Ye Tianqi away, her face flushed, her shy gaze sweeping over Ye Tianqi's crotch beneath his clothes, and said sharply, "Husband, all you can think about are embarrassing things! Shui'er isn't talking to you anymore!"

Ye Tianqi smiled wryly, "How can you blame your husband? It's just that you're too tempting, Shui'er!"

"Oh, don't say it... don't say it! You promised Shui'er you wouldn't embarrass Shui'er!" Shui'er said, her face even more shy.

"Alright, alright, I won't say, but what reward will you give me?" Ye Tianqi laughed. Shui'er rolled her eyes at Ye Tianqi, then gently walked up to him, tiptoed, and lightly touched his lips. Just as Ye Tianqi was about to embrace Shui'er and kiss her passionately, footsteps approached. Shui'er blushed immediately, wriggled out of Ye Tianqi's arms, and hid on the bed, only peeking out with her head exposed, making Ye Tianqi chuckle.

"Husband, are you ready?" Shi Feixuan's voice came from outside the door.

Ye Tianqi responded, "I'm up, come in!"

Shi Feixuan entered, followed by Xuan Zhimeng and Fu Qingqing. Fu Qingqing went to the bedside to check on Shui'er, while Shi Feixuan and Xuan Zhimeng looked at Ye Tianqi with questioning expressions.

Ye Tianqi knew what the two women were worried about, and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, your husband has recovered, and his cultivation is much higher than before!"

The two women's faces lit up with joy. Shi Feixuan turned her gaze to Shui'er, who was lying on the bed talking to Fu Qingqing. Shi Feixuan glared at Ye Tianqi, seemingly blaming him for not being gentle with her. She had reminded him several times last night, yet he still managed to keep Shui'er from getting out of bed.

Ye Tianqi couldn't help but feel wronged. Last night, he had extremely suppressed his desires; otherwise, how could Shui'er, a virgin, have gotten out of bed and dressed after such a passionate encounter?

Amidst the women's astonished gazes, Ye Tianqi walked to the bedside. He saw Shui'er lying on the bed, only her head peeking out, smiling at him, seemingly happy that Shi Feixuan had scolded her. Ye Tianqi discovered for the first time that Shui'er had such a mischievous side. However, the smile on Shui'er's face immediately turned into surprise at Ye Tianqi's actions.

Ye Tianqi gently pulled on the corner of the brocade quilt covering Shui'er, and it was lifted. Contrary to the girls' expectations, Shui'er wasn't lying there in a pitiful state. Instead, she was lying on the bed, her clothes neatly arranged, staring at Ye Tianqi with surprise. She seemed not to have expected him to retaliate so rudely. Ye Tianqi immediately ran out after lifting the quilt, leaving Shui'er only able to watch his retreating figure and grumble playfully.

Shi Feixuan, Xuan Zhimeng, and Fu Qingqing couldn't help but giggle. Although Ye Tianqi had taken special care of Shui'er, preventing her from being seriously injured, Shui'er was still somewhat unsteady on her feet after getting out of bed. With Fu Qingqing's slight assistance, she went to have breakfast with Shi Feixuan and the others.

Having worked hard all night, Ye Tianqi could only sit there and eat heartily. Seeing the women approaching, he smiled and said, "Come and try the chef's cooking!"

The women sat down and ate with Ye Tianqi. During the meal, Yang Ning and the other women heard Shi Feixuan say that Ye Tianqi's injuries had fully recovered, and their faces lit up with bright smiles. A weight was finally lifted from their hearts. After all, there were less than ten days left before the martial arts contest to arrange the engagement. If Ye Tianqi couldn't recover before the contest, it would definitely affect the competition. Ye Tianqi had one contest with Yelü Zhi, and another with one of the other's opponents. In other words, Ye Tianqi would have to compete in two contests. If Ye Tianqi were to compete injured, the women would naturally be worried. But now, they were relieved.

A warm breakfast passed, during which the women served Ye Tianqi food, making him very happy. However, Fu Qingqing felt extremely awkward sitting among them. After all, all the women present, except for herself, were Ye Tianqi's women. Seeing their affectionate expressions towards Ye Tianqi, how could Fu Qingqing eat in peace? So she only ate a little and then excused herself, saying she was full, and left early.

After breakfast, Shui'er was taken to her room by Yang Ning and Yan Yue and the other women, who were whispering about something. Ye Tianqi felt bored and wandered around the new house. When he came to the lotus pond, he saw a familiar figure. Upon closer inspection, it was Fu Qingqing, who had left earlier. Ye Tianqi stood beside Fu Qingqing. Fu Qingqing noticed Ye Tianqi's arrival but didn't say anything, only staring at the small fish darting among the emerald green lotus leaves in the water. Seeing that Fu Qingqing didn't intend to speak, Ye Tianqi simply stood there as well.

After a long while, Fu Qingqing seemed to find Ye Tianqi a bit strange. If it were according to Ye Tianqi's personality, he would probably be talking non-stop by her side by now. But so much time has passed and she hasn't seen Ye Tianqi say a word. Could it be that after more than a month, Ye Tianqi has been able to change his talkative habit?

Looking at Ye Tianqi with a puzzled expression, Fu Qingqing finally spoke, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be staying with them?"

Chapter 210: Playing by the Pond, Showing Off a Little Skill.

Ye Tianqi tossed a pebble into the water, startling a group of small fish that darted erratically among the lotus leaves. He laughed, "It's not that I didn't want to stay with them, but they chased me out, acting all mysterious, I don't know what they're up to."

Seeing Ye Tianqi use a pebble to frighten the carefree fish, Fu Qingqing couldn't help but give him a reproachful look, then laughed, "Serves you right!"

"No way, Sister Qingqing, you're really hurting me! It's one thing for them to ignore me, but I knew you wouldn't, so I came to find you. Who knew you'd actually... I'm so heartbroken!" Ye Tianqi feigned a dejected expression.

Seeing Ye Tianqi's comical demeanor, Fu Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle. After laughing, her face turned serious as she asked, "Tianqi, how confident are you about this competition?"

Ye Tianqi also stopped joking and said with a serious expression, "To be honest, I think if there aren't any major unexpected events, our Great Song side has a relatively high chance of winning this competition."

"Really? So confident? You know, this isn't something you can decide on your own. It takes five matches to determine the winner," Fu Qingqing said with a smile. Ye

Tianqi smiled and said, "Sister, it's not that I'm confident. Let me analyze it for you. One of the matches is with Yelü Zhi, and I can say I'm sure I'll win. That would be a victory for us. My second match is against a master. With my current cultivation level, Yelü Qinghui is no match for me. I believe the person I'll face will be at a similar level to me, or even higher. That's the match I'm not confident about. However, Yelü Zhi is destined to lose this match. So, the second match will either end in a draw or we'll win. We have no chance of losing the second match." "The remaining three matches will be a contest of skill between the best fighters in each side. We don't yet know which top fighters will be present, so I can't predict the outcome of the remaining three matches. However, we have at least one win and one draw in the first two matches, so overall our chances of winning are quite high."

Hearing Ye Tianqi's words, Fu Qingqing looked at him with surprise, as if she didn't recognize him. Her gaze made Ye Tianqi a little embarrassed. He touched his nose sheepishly and said, "Sister Qingqing, is there something wrong with what I said? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Seeing Ye Tianqi's embarrassed expression, Fu Qingqing chuckled and said, "It's not that you've done anything wrong, but I think you're really something else. When did you become so thoughtful?"

Ye Tianqi said, "I'm a married man now, unlike before when I could do whatever I wanted without any worries. Plus, these past few injuries have almost all been life-threatening. How can I not think clearly about such an important matter? It doesn't matter if something happens to me, but what about Feixuan and Shui'er?"

Hearing Ye Tianqi's words, Fu Qingqing was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that Ye Tianqi, who had always given her the impression of being carefree and like a child who never grew up, could think so deeply and become so responsible. For a moment, she stared blankly at Ye Tianqi, lost in thought.

Ye Tianqi's serious expression vanished instantly, replaced by a playful grin. He waved his hand in front of Fu Qingqing's face and said, "Sister, what are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought. You haven't fallen for me, have you? But don't be shy. If you really do fall for me, I'll consider making you my wife... Hey! Why did you push me?"

Fu Qingqing's face flushed crimson at Ye Tianqi's words. Seeing him continue, she gave him a sharp shove. Ye Tianqi swayed by the pond's edge and then lurched towards the lotus pond. Just as he was about to fall in, Ye Tianqi lightly touched a lotus leaf. The leaf swayed slightly, seemingly receiving only a slight force, but Ye Tianqi's body sprang up strangely. He lightly tapped his feet on the water's surface twice, then flipped in mid-air, landing effortlessly on a rockery in the center of the pond, and smiled triumphantly at Fu Qingqing.

Seeing that Ye Tianqi's martial arts had indeed improved significantly and become more skillful, Fu Qingqing's heart stirred. With a slight movement, her small feet lightly touched the emerald lotus leaves, and she flew towards Ye Tianqi atop the artificial hill like a fairy on water, her jade ribbons fluttering.

Ye Tianqi, captivated by Fu Qingqing's beauty, stared blankly as she flew towards him like a fairy. Seeing Ye Tianqi's stunned expression, a smile played on Fu Qingqing's lips. With a flick of her slender fingers, two invisible streams of energy flew towards the acupoints on Ye Tianqi's legs. The instant the energy touched his body, Ye Tianqi sensed its presence, his body suddenly rising to avoid the two streams. With two soft "poof" sounds, the two streams of energy left two deep holes in the boulder of the artificial hill, demonstrating the sharpness of the energy.

Ye Tianqi landed on the artificial hill and exclaimed, "Sister Qingqing, what are you doing? Trying to murder me? Be careful Shui'er finds out and comes after you!"

"Hehe, then we'll see if you can escape my attack. Be careful, or I'll give you a good beating!" Fu Qingqing joked, her slender legs gently lifting, seemingly kicking towards Ye Tianqi's abdomen with extreme slowness. Seeing the ruthlessness of Fu Qingqing's attack, Ye Tianqi knew that she was intentionally testing his cultivation. Seeing that Fu Qingqing was using her full strength, although his cultivation might be a notch higher than Fu Qingqing's, Ye Tianqi had only recently advanced and hadn't yet become familiar with his cultivation. His attacks were often based on his previous cultivation level. Upon seeing Fu Qingqing's fierce kick, Ye Tianqi's first reaction was to cross his arms to block instead of kicking back to meet Fu Qingqing head-on. With a thud, Ye Tianqi's arms were numb from the impact, and his body tumbled several times in the air before landing on the ground.

Fu Qingqing looked at Ye Tianqi with a smile, not taking the opportunity to attack. It wasn't that Fu Qingqing didn't want to chase after Ye Tianqi, but her foot was still a little numb from the shock, so she had to let go of the great opportunity and could only admire Ye Tianqi's profound inner strength.

Ye Tianqi was unaware of Fu Qingqing's current condition. After landing on the ground, he smiled at Fu Qingqing and said, "Sister Qingqing, now it's my turn to attack, right? I'll show you a sword technique I've been practicing recently, and see if it meets your standards."

"Okay, I also want to see what good sword techniques you have, but let me warn you first, don't try to fool your sister with those extremely childish sword techniques!" Fu Qingqing laughed, gently reaching out to brush her flowing hair aside. The breeze caressed her skirt, making her look like a fairy.

Hearing Fu Qingqing's words, Ye Tianqi knew she was mocking his swordsmanship. However, he wasn't angry. He knew that once Fu Qingqing witnessed his swordsmanship, she wouldn't underestimate him so easily, because what she was about to use was the Tai Chi Swordsmanship, which would later become famous throughout the world, on par with Tai Chi Chuan.

Ye Tianqi walked to the side and picked up a willow branch from a weeping willow. He weighed it in his hand, quickly becoming familiar with every inch of the branch. Just like using a sword, one must first be familiar with the properties of the sword in their hand to better unleash its sharpness. Ye Tianqi's familiarization with the willow branch meant understanding every part of it, even a single leaf, as a potential weapon for victory in combat.

Ye Tianqi stood loosely in the starting stance of a Tai Chi sword, seemingly full of openings, showing no intention of engaging in combat. Fu Qingqing couldn't help but giggle, "Tianqi, is this your swordsmanship? It's too weak!"

Ye Tianqi smiled and said, "Is that so? Sister, why don't you come up and see for yourself?"

Tai Chi sword, like Tai Chi boxing, emphasizes defense over offense. If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move. Show weakness, open up opportunities, strike after the enemy, and arrive first. It has the profound meaning of striking after the enemy strikes and arriving first.

Fu Qingqing floated lightly down from the artificial hill, landing right in front of Ye Tianqi. She beckoned to a willow tree nearby, and a willow branch landed in her hand. Fu Qingqing smiled and said, "Since you use swordsmanship, then I'll use swordsmanship too. Be careful, my Yue Maiden Sword Technique is renowned for its sharpness."

Ye Tianqi's face turned serious upon hearing this. He knew a thing or two about the power of the Yue Maiden Sword Technique. The Yue Maiden Sword Technique emphasizes inner strength and outward tranquility, emphasizing strategic movement and spiritual connection, moving with the spirit, and achieving a state of effortless mastery. It shares similarities with Tai Chi Sword, but the Yue Maiden Sword Technique places greater emphasis on offense.

Fu Qingqing lightly touched Ye Tianqi with the willow branch in her hand, her movements ethereal. The willow branch swayed gently, seemingly without a trace of killing intent, yet Ye Tianqi dared not be negligent in the slightest. He gently flicked the willow branch, displaying the exquisite subtlety of the basic Tai Chi sword technique, the word "flick." Fu Qingqing felt as if her sword, imbued with immense power, had been flicked away by Ye Tianqi with a simple sword gesture. Her power seemed to have fallen into the void, finding no support whatsoever, leaving her feeling extremely awkward. However, Fu Qingqing was no ordinary person. Before her sword gesture had fully developed, she flipped her wrist, channeling her inner energy. Ye Tianqi felt a sudden, skillful force emanating from the willow branch she had flicked, forcefully shaking it away, causing a willow leaf to flutter down.

Fu Qingqing smiled lightly, her swordplay shifting from its previous restrained essence to a sharp, aggressive edge. Each thrust aimed precisely at Ye Tianqi's vital points, displaying a fierce and powerful force, reminiscent of the legendary Yue Maiden's sword dance. Under Fu Qingqing's relentless onslaught, Ye Tianqi unleashed a barrage of techniques—flicking, striking, stirring, wiping, and picking—like a steadfast rock amidst turbulent waves, unmoved by the fury.

Fu Qingqing was astonished that her relentless attacks couldn't break through Ye Tianqi's simple, coordinated moves. Although the moves were simple, in Ye Tianqi's hands, each one seemed exquisitely executed, as if effortlessly executed. Had he reached the realm of no moves? Fu Qingqing was unaware of the mysteries of Tai Chi swordplay. Tai Chi swordplay had no fixed moves; like Tai Chi fist, it only had a few basic stances. The key was to combine these stances randomly during combat, creating moves that were as powerful as divine intervention.

Fu Qingqing realized that if the fight continued, she might not be able to break through Ye Tianqi's relentless defense. Under her attacks, Ye Tianqi was like a tightly defended fortress, seemingly full of flaws, yet every time she advanced, she was blocked by Ye Tianqi's unexpected move. Moreover, judging from the changes in Ye Tianqi's moves, he seemed to be becoming more and more skilled with each exchange. She lightly swayed the willow branch in her hand, channeling her inner energy into it. With a "bang," each willow leaf on the branch flew towards Ye Tianqi like a sharp blade.

Ye Tianqi remained calm, his willow branch gently drawing an arc in the air, extremely gentle, light, and ethereal, untouched by any worldly dust. Fu Qingqing didn't believe that Ye Tianqi could simply draw a circle in the air to block her attack of countless flying willow leaves. But a scene that astonished Fu Qingqing unfolded before her eyes. The willow leaves, fluttering in the air, seemed drawn by an invisible force, converging towards the arc drawn by Ye Tianqi. It was like a bottomless pit, possessing immense attraction. Although her attack had failed, the willow leaf-turned-blade attack was merely the prelude; her true killing move was yet to come. The bare willow branch in Fu Qingqing's hand, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, pierced directly at the center of the circle formed by Ye Tianqi's supple willow branch. The principle of turning from hard to soft, from strong to weak, is universal. Therefore, Fu Qingqing didn't attack other parts of Ye Tianqi's attack, but instead targeted the most powerful point in his move.

Ye Tianqi couldn't help but secretly admire her. However, if Fu Qingqing had attacked him in this way earlier, he might have been caught off guard. But after sparring with a master like Fu Qingqing, he had fully grasped the essence of Tai Chi swordplay. Every move and variation had been honed to perfection in his sparring with Fu Qingqing, becoming his own martial art. Facing Fu Qingqing's relentless thrust, Ye Tianqi flicked his wrist. The willow branch, originally in an arc shape, could only tremble as it met Fu Qingqing's straight branch. However, under the effect of Ye Tianqi's "sticky" technique, the willow branch in his hand became like a cunning venomous snake, tightly coiling around Fu Qingqing's branch. Fu Qingqing was slightly taken aback. In that instant of surprise, Ye Tianqi smiled slightly, and the willow leaves that had been attached to Ye Tianqi's branch transformed into countless flying blades, just as Fu Qingqing had done, almost as if he had just learned something and was now putting it to use.

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