[Fantasy] Dragon Soul Blood Jade (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 22 The Valley Master

and the other woman lay on the grass for a long time, lost in thought, before finally coming to their senses. Du Ke, recalling his earlier madness, felt a pang of guilt, but remained silent. He pulled her soft, delicate body close to his, gently stroking her still trembling form, silently conveying his love and tenderness.

Wen Hua had never experienced anything so intense since birth. She was completely exhausted, gradually recovering in her lover's arms. She barely supported herself, her beautiful, languid eyes fixed on Du Ke.

Du Ke, flustered by her gaze, forced himself to remain calm and smiled slightly, "What's wrong, Hua'er? Is there something on my face?"

Wen Hua snapped out of her daze, reached out and pinched his waist again, saying fiercely, "Tell me, how many women have you been with? How are you so amazing?"

Du Ke smiled bitterly, a wave of sorrow washing over him. Ah, it seems being too capable isn't always a good thing for a man. Women blinded by love often revert to childlike innocence. The once dignified, reasonable, and understanding Miss Wen had now become capricious, a veritable overturned vat of jealousy. Du Ke couldn't help but sigh at the miserable life that lay ahead.

The two nestled close together. After a long while, Du Ke heard Wen Hua murmur, "I was just saying, don't take it to heart. I know how popular you are with girls. Anyway, you're so amazing, I can't handle you. It's good that you bring a few more girlfriends back to keep me company, so you won't be out flirting with other women all day."

Du Ke was stunned. His wicked smile gradually froze, and he said helplessly and angrily, "When did I go out flirting with other women?"

Wen Hua ignored his protest and got up to put on her clothes. Watching the clothes gradually cover her alluring figure, Du Ke felt a little reluctant and also put on his clothes. He heard Wen Hua exclaim "Ah!" and was startled. He hurriedly went to look at her.

Wen Hua was holding a pair of white silk underpants with red plum blossoms in her hand, standing there blankly, not knowing what to do. The already soaked silk cloth shimmered with a seductive luster in the sunlight, indescribably alluring.

Recalling the previous intoxicating sensation, Du Ke licked his lips with a wicked grin, quickly snatched the underpants, and took a deep sniff, chuckling, "Hua'er smells so good." Without caring that the underpants were already soaked, he stuffed them into his clothes.

Wen Hua was stunned by his actions, and it took her a long time to react. She glared at him fiercely, ignoring him, and went straight to the side to untie her horse.

Du Ke reached out and grasped her soft hand, smiling gently at her puzzled expression. Without answering, he took out a sachet from his waist and held up a small bronze mirror next to it, presenting it to her.

Wen Hua looked up and saw a woman in the mirror with a languid and languid expression, her face flushed, a faint, alluring smile on her lips, and her eyes shimmering with indescribable charm—a captivatingly alluring sight. Wen Hua then remembered his meaning and hurriedly turned and ran towards the stream. Perhaps due to an overreaction, she tripped and was about to fall.

Du Ke reacted quickly, reaching out to stop her and asking with concern, "Hua'er, what's wrong?"

"It hurts a little there," Wen Hua murmured, her pretty face flushed.

Du Ke suddenly remembered that she was a virgin and had just lost her virginity; how could she withstand his repeated advances? He felt a pang of regret and pulled her closer, gently patting her back. He said tenderly, "It's all my fault. I was too greedy and made Hua'er suffer."

Feeling his sincere affection, Wen Hua's resentment vanished. She smiled and shook her head, saying, "Silly husband, Hua'er doesn't blame you. Let me go quickly; I need to wash up. If I go back to the city like this, everyone will laugh at me to death."

Du Ke gently released her, nodded, and said, "Hua'er looks too beautiful now. Even I dare not look at her too much. Those lecherous men will have their eyes popping out of their sockets."

Wen Hua smiled brightly, pinched him, and laughed, "Aren't you a lecherous man too? You were bullying me like that just now." With that, she turned and walked towards the stream. Perhaps the pain in her legs hadn't subsided, because she walked with her legs slightly apart, her jade-like buttocks arched back, her exquisitely curvaceous body making Du Ke's blood boil again. He followed her as if possessed.

Wen Hua squatted by the stream, gazing at her alluring reflection in the water, then cupped some water in her hands, lightly wetting her burning cheeks as she washed herself. Du Ke felt a surge of heat throughout his body, and without realizing it, he took off his blue robe and plunged into the clear stream like a flying fish.

The stream didn't look large, but the water was quite deep. Du Ke felt like a dragon entering the sea, swimming through the cool water, feeling completely refreshed, and couldn't help but let out a long howl. After a long while, the distant green mountains echoed faintly, making the valley even more serene and enchanting.

Seeing the man she deeply loved now acting like a child, innocent and carefree, without any ulterior motives, Wen Hua was also filled with joy, intimately immersing herself in the cool, refreshing water. Suddenly, Wen Hua felt a strange sound coming from the bushes behind her, followed by a hissing sound. A chill ran down her spine, and she turned to see a giant, spotted python, unlike any she had ever seen before, lying in the bushes not far away. Its enormous head was slightly raised, and its copper-bell-like eyes gleamed with a fierce light that was impossible to look directly at. Clearly, it was very displeased with the two unknown intruders.

Wen Hua, having lived a secluded life for many years, was skilled in martial arts, but ultimately a weak woman. She had never seen such a terrifying sight before and was completely terrified. She could only instinctively scream before slipping and falling into the stream.

Du Ke, who was amusing himself, was shocked by the news and hurriedly swam over. He gently hugged the trembling woman from behind and asked with heartache, "Hua'er, what's wrong?"

Wen Hua leaned against her lover's broad embrace and finally came to her senses. Her face was still full of fear. She raised her hand and pointed forward tremblingly, her lips tightly pursed, unable to speak.

Du Ke followed her hand and looked up, finally seeing the ferocious python in the grass ahead. He then understood why the beautiful woman had lost her composure. He couldn't help but hug her tighter, murmuring, "Hua'er, don't be afraid, your husband is here."

Wen Hua lay in his arms for a long time, gradually coming back to her senses. Looking at the motionless python not far away, she still couldn't help but tremble slightly, weakly saying, "Ke Lang, what's wrong with it? Won't it eat us?"

Du Ke smiled slightly, patted her body reassuringly, and said softly, "Hua'er, take a closer look at it."

Wen Hua looked puzzled, looked at the ferocious creature not far away for a while, and suddenly seemed to remember something, saying, "Ke Lang, are you saying it's the legendary anaconda?"

"Yes, I didn't expect that this remote place would be so rich in spiritual energy. Judging from its size, it probably has at least two thousand years of cultivation, and is probably only one step away from transforming into a dragon." Du Ke looked at the giant python that was no longer moving in front of him, his eyes now shining with wonder.

It turned out that this anaconda was an ancient, primordial species, the undisputed king of all snakes, one of the most powerful creatures in the world. Unlike other ancient ferocious beasts, this anaconda was extremely gentle; generally, it wouldn't attack you unless you attacked it first. Moreover, this divine beast had absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for a long time, and its intelligence was no less than that of humans. Naturally, it could see through people's hearts at a glance and tell if you harbored hostility towards it. Now, this anaconda had seen that Du Wen and his companion had no hostility, so it ignored them and enjoyed the warm sunshine in the grass, which made the two of them both annoyed and amused.

Du Ke realized that this place was originally the territory of this divine beast. He had wondered why there was no trace of tigers or leopards, only gentle small animals like rabbits. Now Du Ke suddenly understood: with such a pinnacle of nature present, how could tigers and leopards dare to be so presumptuous?

Seeing that the python was indeed not hostile, Wen Hua's fear gradually subsided. She still complained, "That naughty thing! It just popped out without a sound, it was terrifying!" She patted it, stuck out her pink tongue, and slowly exhaled.

"Baby, are you going to pat it again?" Seeing her like this, Du Ke couldn't help but tease her softly.

"Yeah, it's okay now. You little pervert, what did you call me just now? I'm much older than you, aren't you ashamed?" Wen Hua retorted shyly.

Du Ke didn't dwell on the matter, simply saying, "Hua'er, enjoy yourself here and experience true harmony with nature."

Wen Hua nodded naturally, kicked her legs, and swam into the depths like a mermaid. Her element was water, naturally giving her a special affinity for the crystal-clear stream, just as Du Ke felt in the forest and grass.

Watching the beauty completely relax and play carefree, Du Ke felt a surge of happiness. He finally understood the true meaning of the ancient saying, "I envy not the immortals, but only the mandarin ducks," and felt a wave of joy and contentment wash over him.

Wen Hua was floating on the water, resting with her eyes closed, when suddenly a strong arm embraced her. A strong masculine scent filled her nostrils, and she was instantly captivated. She murmured affectionately, "Ke Lang," and then fell silent, nestled in his familiar embrace, enjoying his comforting warmth.

Suddenly, they heard two crane cries. Looking up, they saw two equally enormous cranes on the stream not far away, gracefully strode about, each entwining its neck to preen its feathers—a heartwarming scene.

Du Ke was secretly amazed. This place was truly extraordinary, teeming with rare and exotic creatures. First the anaconda, then the giant cranes—he wondered what kind of shock they would bring next.

Wen Hua, however, had a completely different thought. A woman is, after all, more sentimental. Her eyes shone as she watched the leisurely cranes, filled with satisfaction, envy, and undisguised joy and pride. She was not alone; she was also tightly embraced by her lover, her heart overflowing with happiness.

Chapter 23

The two cranes preened by the stream for a while, then let out a loud cry in unison and soared into the blue sky, disappearing from sight in no time.

Du Ke stood there, stunned, his mind filled with the image of the crane spreading its wings, ready to take flight. Suddenly, he laughed, cupped Wen Hua's delicate face

in his hands, and kissed her deeply, saying, "I finally understand." Wen Hua, slightly embarrassed by his forceful kiss, spat out in surprise, "What's wrong with you now? You've ruined this wonderful atmosphere, trying to scare me to death!"

Du Ke, however, was completely unconcerned, a wicked smile on his face. He held her in the water, letting her playfully scold and punch him, responding only with countless kisses. In his heart, even if he gave this lovely woman a thousand lashes, it would feel like being in paradise.

After a while, Wen Hua finally softened in her lover's arms, passionately kissing him, this time even offering herself to Du Ke's mouth, letting him suckle at will.

Du Ke's hands gradually became restless again, caressing and exploring her delicate body, quietly removing the jade-like woman's soaked clothes.

Wen Hua felt a tingling sensation from him and couldn't help but whimper, "You...you...what's wrong now?"

Du Ke laughed, "Didn't you just complain that you were dirty? Let me rub you clean." His fair, alabaster-like body wasn't the first time he'd seen it, but under the rippling water, it possessed a unique and alluring charm.

Wen Hua lowered her head and looked at his mischievous hand that was kneading her breasts into a thousand shapes, and said coquettishly, "This...how is it dirty?"

Du Ke's expression remained unchanged as he laughed, "Although it's not dirty, you must have sweated a bit. Isn't it good to rub it for you?"

Wen Hua bit her cherry lips, "You're so shameless!" But she didn't resist, her face just flushed, making her look like a delicate flower in the misty steam.

Du Ke then reached between her legs, fiddling with her pubic hair, and said with a grin, "This is where you sweat the most, so it needs to be washed more carefully."

Wen Hua looked away reproachfully, panting heavily, her body weak and sore, barely able to stand in the water.

Du Ke supported her, his fingers moving incessantly, as if trying to wash away the stickiness. But instead of helping, the more he washed, the slipperier and "dirtier" she became.

She writhed like a woman, her pink arms tightly wrapped around the man's neck, as if afraid that if she let go, she would sink into the water and drown.

Du Ke teased her for a long time, his hands becoming sticky and burning. Suddenly, his lips pressed against her earlobe, and he panted, "I can't reach inside, I'll wash with something else."

Although Wen Hua had been made love to twice, she was still not satisfied. At this moment, she could no longer bear it, but she was shy and couldn't help but cry out in a coquettish tone, "If you keep teasing me, I... I really... I really won't talk to you anymore!"

Afraid that she would really be angry, Du Ke dared not be frivolous and teased her anymore. He said softly, "Good wife, I want you again."

Wen Hua lost all her composure and trembled as she said, "I... I also want you... I really want you... Hua'er doesn't like you... You're talking nonsense and embarrassing... embarrassing me... I like... I like you saying it to me like this..." Her words were somewhat incoherent.

Du Ke stroked her soft body and swam to the shallow beach on the shore. The water was just up to her waist and hips. He had her lie face down on a broken branch of an ancient tree that extended halfway into the water from the shore. His erection, already revived, pressed against her tender vulva. After a few gentle, grinding moments, he began to thrust in.

Wen Hua froze, her eyes half-closed, feeling her lover's penetration. Unconsciously, she bit her cherry lips, feeling the familiar tingling and aching sensation. Only when her core was lost did she let out a soft, delicate moan.

Du Ke reached around to the front, grasping her smooth, supple breasts, and began to slowly thrust from behind.

Even after their second time, Wen Hua still felt incredibly swollen and strained, being pushed and swayed in the water. She hurriedly gripped the branch tightly, her beauty tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

Du Ke kissed and licked her, his lips moving from her smooth back, across her fragrant shoulders, snowy neck, and the ends of her hair, finally reaching her earlobe. His licks sent shivers down her spine, making her heart flutter with a ticklish sensation. He whispered, "My darling Hua'er, let me love every inch of you." Suddenly, he flicked his tongue, inserting it into her earlobe…

Wen Hua's body trembled violently, a sudden wave of pleasure washing over her. Her flower-like depths seemed to become incredibly sensitive, as if she could clearly feel every thrust of his man. She couldn't help but moan softly.

Her skin, soaked in the clear waters of the stream, was now even more delicate and alluring, a touch that was intoxicating. Du Ke held her tightly, striving for perfect intimacy.

Wen Hua quickly became aroused again. She had not only become somewhat accustomed to her lover's thrusts but also seemed addicted, occasionally lowering her hips to meet his, secretly letting her tender heart "kiss" his occasionally deep, protruding nipples.

Du Ke, considerate of her frail body and knowing she was too delicate for such a challenge, only wanted to give her the most exquisite sensation. His movements were gentle, each penetration precisely targeting that uniquely smooth and delicate bud. At first, he dared not probe too deeply or densely, but gradually, noticing the lovely woman's subtle movements, his passion surged, and he thrust harder and deeper.

However, the "delicate sister-in-law's appetite" was extremely limited; soon she could no longer resist, her waist twisting and turning to avoid the man's deep assault.

But the lecherous wolf was now in a frenzy, and this time he wouldn't allow it. He lowered his arm and tightly gripped her waist, preventing the beauty from escaping.

Wen Hua could only endure it, the tingling sensation in her flower-like vulva now mixed with a slight soreness. Her wet, black, lustrous hair, like silk and satin, swung wildly in panic. Perhaps because they were in the mountains, surrounded by dense wild maple trees, she became somewhat unrestrained, her cries growing increasingly delicate and loud.

Infected by her, Du Ke's thrusts became faster and more intense. He had found the floating and sinking in the water quite enjoyable, but now he felt dissatisfied with the lack of leverage. Suddenly, he picked up the beauty and placed her on the thick log. He then climbed up and thrust again, this time with his feet firmly on the ground, his hot and huge member repeatedly plunging through the valley and hitting her heart.

Wen Hua suffered repeated blows to her vital parts, and lay sprawled on the swaying bamboo raft. Suddenly, she cried out in a low voice, "Don't...don't...don't touch there...it's so...so sore...ah...ah...Ke...Ke Lang...woo..."

Du Ke seemed not to hear her, only looking down at the waterline that was now submerging their hips. With each opening and closing of the waves, the wondrous sight of their juncture flashed before his eyes, making him even more aroused. He spread the woman's beautiful legs wide apart, almost forming a "I" shape, which was even more alluring to behold.

Wen Hua frantically grabbed around, but the log, having been soaked in water for so long, was slippery everywhere. She couldn't reach her lover with her other hand, and her heart grew increasingly uneasy. Although her martial arts skills were high, she was a novice in this area. Suddenly, she felt her inner member go numb as before, and cried out in panic, "It's...it's going to be bad again! I feel...it seems like it's going to be bad again!"

Du Ke glanced at her from the side and saw a look of someone holding back urine on one side of her face. He understood and quickly coaxed her gently, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's about to happen. The most wonderful moment for a man and woman is this." He then became even more ruthless, each thrust aimed directly at her sensitive spot, the intensity of which was unprecedented.

Wen Hua was extremely impatient, and hearing her lover's coaxing, she couldn't hold back any longer. After being vigorously stimulated by his erect penis a few times, her inner member suddenly itched intensely, she cried out softly, her snowy neck arched back, and her vaginal fluids were released.

Thick, white fluid gushed from the flower's crevice, which was blocked by the massive root, mixing with the surrounding spring water.

Du Ke groaned, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him, but having already ejaculated several times, he could still persevere. Enduring the tingling warmth of his entire stem, he continued his vigorous thrusting within the flower valley. Touching the heart of the flower, he felt it become even more delicate, supple, and crisp, and he couldn't help but think in a daze, "Hua'er's wonderful thing must be the 'clam jelly' and 'snail tongue' mentioned in the 'Record of Searching for Treasures' without a doubt. Tsk tsk tsk, I've actually encountered this one-in-a-million treasure!"

Wen Hua, feeling a chill and trembling, kept thrusting, but felt her lover still relentlessly plucking at her. Panicked, she trembled and cried out, "I...I...I'm not okay...Stop...Stop for a moment...Rest for a moment...Ah...It's...It's coming again...Stop...Ah ah..." Every remaining crevice was filled with the viscous fluid.

Hearing her repeatedly plead to stop, Du Ke couldn't bear it. With great effort, he managed to halt, trembling as he murmured, "I...I..."

Wen Hua's body went limp, her bones seemed to melt, and her head slumped into the water.

Du Ke quickly caught her, without pulling out, and turned her over.

Wen Hua was dizzy and disoriented. In her dazed state, she saw her lover's pained expression and weakly asked, "You...you're in pain, aren't you?"

Du Ke didn't know how to respond, his massive member still as hard as a rock, pressing against her.

Wen Hua seemed to understand, and asked again, "Um...you also need to...you also need to come to feel better, right?" Du Ke quickly nodded.

Wen Hua had caught her breath and said softly, "Then you can continue, I'm done."

Du Ke hesitated for a moment.

Wen Hua struggled to raise her arm, tenderly stroking her lover's face, gazing at him with breathtaking allure, and said, "Again, Hua'er wants you."

Bao Yu was overjoyed, and began to thrust again, and soon, unable to restrain himself any longer, he began to pound.

Wen Hua was incredibly beautiful, and suddenly asked in a daze, "You...you said...that...that thing today, was it true?"

Our lecherous man was no longer thinking about anything else, only savoring the exquisite beauty within her. He asked in a daze, "What did you say?"

Wen Hua trembled and said, "You said...you wanted me to be happy, joyful, healthy, and blessed for the rest of my life...if I break this vow,...may I be struck down by heaven and earth and die a violent death...is that true?"

Du Ke blurted out, "Of course it's true! A man's word is his bond. How can such a vow be taken lightly!"

Wen Hua's heart was filled with sweetness, and she felt as if she were intoxicated. She arched her upper body and kissed his chest and neck repeatedly with sweet kisses, panting, "You said it...you said it yourself...you can't go back on your word in the future!"

Du Ke replied with heavy breaths, "Yes, I won't go back on my word, I'll never go back on my word." As he reached the deepest point, the burning tip seemed to stick to the tender flesh of her flower.

Wen Hua suddenly felt her inner self jumping and thrashing about, an intense itch emanating from within. She feared she was about to lose control again, just like before. Her legs thrashed and splashed in the water, creating ripples, and she gasped, "Ke...Ke Lang, you...you...want...want to come?"

Du Ke's handsome face flushed red, and he nodded dazedly. Suddenly, he scooped the girl's beautiful legs out of the water and pressed them upwards until they touched her fragrant shoulders. His thrusts were powerful, like raindrops piercing her tender heart.

Wen Hua, having just lost control, was incredibly sensitive inside. She suddenly felt a sense of impending doom. Her cherry lips touched the man's spot with a fiery kiss, and she whimpered, "Then hurry...hurry...I...I want...want...want..." Ultimately, being a lady of high birth, she couldn't bring herself to say the word "lost control" that her lover had taught her.

Du Ke was already at his limit, staring at her stunningly beautiful face, trembling as he said, "It's coming...it's coming...darling...Hua'er...I want...I want to shoot inside you..."

Wen Hua, provoked by his words, was completely intoxicated, displaying her charming and alluring beauty to her lover's eyes, softly moaning, "Good...faster...give it to me...I want...I want to take you away...I want us to never be apart..." Panting and moaning, her beautiful eyes suddenly filled with glistening tears.

Du Ke nodded frantically, launching his final thrust without hesitation, causing her flower lips to flutter wildly. After dozens of thrusts, he suddenly stopped, leaning down and pressing tightly against her jade-like body, launching a round of rough grinding and trembling on that strangely smooth and delicate thing.

Wen Hua was instantly terrified, letting out hazy and panicked cries from her throat, her pink arms tightly hugging the man's head, as if she wanted to melt into his body and become one with him.

Du Ke's waist and hips tightened, and suddenly he gained the upper hand, reaching the extreme in both force and angle, kneading her flower core until it bloomed open, the tip already poking into the exquisite, tender opening...

Wen Hua suddenly cried out in alarm, her slender waist arching dramatically, and she lost herself again, the force of her ejaculation even greater than before.

Du Ke groaned, his penis instantly penetrating to the very root, throbbing several times within the contracting flower path, and finally, his hot, thick semen shot out, like an arrow plunging into the tender heart of the jade-like woman.

Wen Hua, receiving his hot life essence, became even more lost in ecstasy, calling out her lover's name passionately, while her soft, boneless, beautiful body convulsed uncontrollably...

At this moment, life was so beautiful and moving.

Chapter 24 Beauty and Power

Seeing his lover so enraptured, Du Ke felt a surge of pride. Suddenly, he remembered the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Technique, specifically the Yin-Yang Complementarity Method, which was precisely the cultivation method for the Qi Refining and Spirit Refining Realms. He quickly bent down and whispered in her ear, "My darling Hua'er, wake up, wake up."

"Mmm," Wen Hua responded lazily, then closed her eyes again, panting slightly.

"Silly Hua'er, quickly get up and cultivate with your husband. Don't waste so much precious essence." After saying this, Du Ke gently embraced Wen Hua's limp body, sat up as before, and let her head rest lightly on his shoulder. He held her slightly cold hands tightly in his palms, continuously channeling his inner energy into her body.

Wen Hua felt a comfortable warmth spreading through her body. She slightly opened her eyes and murmured, "Ke Lang, what are you doing?"

"Hua'er, don't speak. Circulate your energy and absorb the life essence in your body through the pure Yang energy I sent," Du Ke said.

Wen Hua understood now and quickly got into character. She felt the comfortable heat flow through her entire body, finally settling in her lower abdomen, in her dantian. Immediately afterward, a surge of vibrant life energy flowed through her, slowly supporting her previously soft and weak body. Her skin, which had been slightly pale from excessive pleasure, gradually returned to its healthy pink color. Her entire body felt relaxed and her mind was open. She felt a faint warmth flowing through her eyes, ears, nose, and other senses, and her spirit returned.

Slowly, the two finished their treatment. Du Ke smiled and asked Wen Hua, "How do you feel?"

Wen Hua was now fully awake. She stretched her muscles and felt that her senses of sight, smell, and hearing had been significantly enhanced. She was able to fully experience the myriad phenomena of nature, and her physical abilities were unprecedented. Her internal strength and agility had also improved remarkably.

Wen Hua exclaimed in surprise, "So this dual cultivation technique has such miraculous effects!"

"Of course, it perfectly integrates and enhances the physical qualities of both people," Du Ke paused, then leaned close to her ear with a mischievous grin and whispered, "Hua'er's virginity has been taken by your husband, so your husband benefits even more."

"You scoundrel, still making fun of me!" Wen Hua blushed and protested.

"It is the greatest desire of mankind, an eternal truth of the Heavenly Way. This dual cultivation technique is now considered utterly worthless, but in ancient times it was an unparalleled sacred text coveted by everyone. The creators of this technique were the ancient snake emperors Fuxi and Nuwa. Relying on the power of Yin and Yang, the two polarities and eight trigrams, their martial arts cultivation reached the pinnacle of creation. At the tender age of thirty, they achieved the unity of emptiness and Tao, breaking through the void and departing from the mortal world. It is said that the ancient secret treasure, Taiyi True Essence, was personally passed down by the two of them." Du Ke, however, had changed from his previous joking manner, his face full of reminiscence, admiration, and longing.

"The Grand Historian Sima Qian once said that Fuxi was born into the royal family of an ancient snake-lineage clan. He was exceptionally gifted, able to speak from a young age, and possessed the innate virtue of wood. Legend has it that he was extremely intelligent, kind, and wise. He and Nuwa were the most dazzling dragon and phoenix among mortals since Pangu created the world. They shared the same interests and had a deep bond, and both possessed celestial appearances, making them a pair of unparalleled beauties descended from heaven to earth," Wen Hua continued, her tone full of respect and admiration. At this moment, the two had long since disappeared, appearing like kindred spirits discussing the Dao of martial arts.

As they spoke, they seemed to understand each other perfectly, drying their soaked clothes on a nearby tree branch. When their eyes met, they smiled at each other and turned their heads away at the same time. Wen Hua gathered some firewood and started a fire in an open area nearby. Du Ke picked some half-ripe fruit from a nearby stream and caught two fish. He cleaned them, skewered them on clean branches, and roasted them over the campfire to stave off hunger.

They slept soundly through the night, feeling utterly content, and embraced until dawn. In the morning, they awoke together. Wen Hua dressed in the blouse and skirt she had dried the night before, but her embarrassing undergarments and underpants were still hidden in the scoundrel's arms. She had no choice but to boldly go commando.

As soon as she leaped onto the horse, Wen Hua felt a gentle breeze blowing into the bare area beneath her skirt, making her blush deeply. She glared at the lecherous man beside her. However, this man had mastered the art of "shamelessness," feigning innocence, which only angered the beautiful woman further. She turned away, ignoring him completely. With Du Ke's witty banter and jokes, the two continued to laugh. Back at the inn, the two took a good bath and rested comfortably for three days.

The sun was already setting, and evening was fast approaching. The early summer night sky was breathtakingly beautiful. A bright crescent moon hung in the sky, surrounded by glittering stars, and a magnificent Milky Way stretched across the heavens, a truly spectacular sight. Moonlight and starlight illuminated the clouds, casting a soft bluish-purple hue. After dinner, feeling they shouldn't waste such a blessed moment, Du Ke invited Wen Hua to sit on the rooftop to admire the moon and stars and have a long talk.

Deeply in love, their passion, fueled by the somewhat unrestrained intimacy in the valley, had only grown stronger. They wanted nothing more than to be together forever, never wanting to be apart. The two of them, using their light-footed skills, leaped onto the rooftop and sat together, sometimes teasing, sometimes talking at length, completely at ease. Their mutual affection and tenderness made the moon seem enchanting, the clouds seem affectionate, and even the stars in the sky seem to twinkle with joy.

Wen Hua was the most deeply moved. Although she was already married, fate had cruelly separated her from her late husband after only a brief meeting, leaving her to endure nearly ten years of lonely widowhood. That endless life had become the heaviest suffering in her life. In the past few days, under Du Ke's half-coaxing, half-guiding approach, she had finally begun to experience the beauty of love between a man and a woman. It was this man, six years younger than her, who had illuminated her previously barren and bleak life, giving her renewed passion and desire for life, and everything a normal adult woman should have: excitement, sadness, longing, and yearning; jealousy, reproach, coquetry, and bickering; and all the myriad emotions and desires of the seven emotions and six desires. Now, her face is like a silver basin, her eyes like water apricots, her lips red without rouge, her eyebrows green without paint, radiating a vibrant, lively energy, completely devoid of her previous withered and dejected appearance.

A thoroughly enjoyable experience, like a satisfying storm, has captivated the heart and soul. And after the clouds disperse and the rain ceases, leaving a clear blue sky, the tranquility, relaxation, and contentment unexpectedly fill one with deep emotion. Now, in Wen Hua's eyes, those tender, passionate moments in the secluded valley are the most beautiful memories of her life. When alone, whenever she recalls those scenes of passion and unbridled abandon under the bright blue sky, in the shade of trees, and in the grass, her face flushes, her heart races, and it's like a hymn to life in harmony with nature. It's a primal human instinct, the quickest and most beautiful release after breaking free from all constraints. Those ancient and enchanting actions are the very foundation of humankind's enduring legacy, passed down through generations. Wen Hua now understood the profound meaning behind the Yellow Emperor's passing down of the *Su Nu Jing* (Classic of the Plain Girl) to future generations, and also grasped the true value of her father's collection of this book.

The *Su Nu Jing* advocates that "desire arises from emotion, and emotion originates from the heart," and that "only by following human desires can one prove the Way of Heaven." If there is emotion in one's heart, then all things possess emotion. Du Ke's journey to the secluded valley was even more rewarding. Not only did he experience the ecstasy of the female body for the first time, but his understanding of martial arts and the Way of Heaven reached a level far beyond his years and experience. His once unrestrained and carefree childlike heart was no longer bound by any worldly constraints. The so-called power and wealth of the world were nothing but fleeting clouds to him; only the beautiful and living lover in his arms was the true pursuit of his life.

The topic of power and beauty has been debated endlessly since ancient times. The saying goes, "How can one have both fish and bear's paw?" King You of Zhou's frivolous use of the beacon fires to amuse his subjects led to the downfall of his kingdom and his own death, becoming a laughingstock for all time. Yet, as an emperor, his devotion to love is also commendable. Fan Li helped Goujian endure hardship and humiliation to ultimately destroy Wu. High office and great wealth were within his grasp, but he wrote a letter, resigned his post, and wandered the Five Lakes in a small boat with Xi Shi, his hair disheveled. From then on, he only cared about romance and beauty, no longer concerning himself with the world, leaving behind a legend. Now, on the misty waves of the Five Lakes, one can see Fan Li leisurely rowing his boat, with Xi Shi standing gracefully

at the bow. Their eyes and brows are full of smiles as they gaze at each other, a sight that would surely make countless infatuated men and women envious. Du Ke, having tasted the sweetness of Wen Hua, was naturally unable to resist and fell even deeper in love. He was also the kind of person who would "cast aside the world for a beautiful woman in his arms," disregarding all conventions and etiquette. Otherwise, how could a man from a noble family dare to openly live with his widowed sister-in-law? This would inevitably invite gossip and suspicion, affecting his future marriage and career. He disregarded all this, only caring about what was in his heart; what the world said was merely mundane and unnecessary to concern him with.

"Hua'er, your husband missed you," Du Ke said with a wicked grin, embracing Wen Hua.

Wen Hua, lost in the beautiful moment, was oblivious to the wicked boy's lewd thoughts and naturally said, "Aren't you holding someone? What are you thinking about?"

Du Ke's smile deepened. Without answering, he reached out and grasped her soft, plump hand, guiding it towards his crotch. Wen Hua cried out, shuddering, and recoiled as if electrocuted, her cheeks flushing red. She spat, "Are you trying to kill me? Don't you even know where you are?"

Ignoring her protesting struggles, Du Ke held her even tighter, bringing his voice close to her still-burning earlobe, gentle yet alluring, "Baby, have you missed me these past few days? I've been missing you terribly, tossing and turning every night, unable to sleep." Though his words were flippant, they came from the heart. He had indeed missed her terribly when sleeping alone at night, but not with this wicked intent; it was the agonizing longing of "a day apart feels like three autumns." Wen

Hua wasn't as uninhibited as him, and at this moment, she couldn't speak. She only pressed her flushed face against his tightly clasped knees, and blurted out, almost unconsciously, "I have." "Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, unbearably shy.

Chapter 25 Heaven's Favor

Hearing the beauty's shy response, our little rascal could no longer resist. He had been pent up for three days, and now that he had entered the Qi Refining Realm, he had inexhaustible energy, wanting nothing more than to stick to the beauty every day and do those ecstatic things. Perhaps stimulated by what had just happened, his already restless jade pestle became even more ferocious, probably about to burst his pants.

Du Ke was burning with desire, feeling unbearably pent up, and unconsciously tightened his grip. Wen Hua felt like she couldn't breathe from his embrace, and hurriedly begged for mercy, "Good husband, let me go quickly, I'm suffocating!"

Upon hearing the news, Du Ke seemed to snap out of a daze, lessening the pressure in his arms but still holding her tightly. They were sitting on the thick glazed tiles of the roof; the night wind should have made it a little chilly, but their passion burned fiercely, and they felt a surge of heat, wanting nothing more than to remove their clothes and cool off.

Du Ke, inhaling her intoxicatingly sweet fragrance, finally couldn't resist. With a forceful lift, he pulled Wen Hua onto his lap, creating an intimate, face-to-face position.

Still dazed, Wen Hua was placed in this position. When she suddenly realized what was happening, her two long, shapely, snow-white legs instinctively wrapped around Du Ke's waist. Afraid of falling, her snow-white arms clung tightly to his neck, her body twisting shyly as she said, "Good husband, put me down! It's so high up here, it's a little scary."

Du Ke, still savoring the exquisite pleasure of her soft, serpentine body, had no intention of letting her go. He cupped her full, round, white buttocks in his hands, pulling her closer, and said with a wicked grin, "Has Hua'er forgotten how much her husband pampered you three days ago?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Hua blushed deeply, her fair face instantly turning crimson. She felt waves of electricity coursing through her sensitive areas, especially between her legs, where the tingling sensation intensified. Shocked and ashamed, she realized his words had stirred her deepest desires. Wen Hua could no longer resist, collapsing into his arms, letting out rapid, low breaths.

The beauty's unexpected compliance excited Du Ke even more. He knew that they were on a rooftop, not a place to linger, and that a prolonged battle was impossible; he had to finish quickly. Without any hesitation, he reached down and pulled out his most prized possession

, his erect penis. He lifted her water-red embroidered skirt with butterfly patterns, gently rolling it up to her slender waist, revealing a pair of soft, light green gauze underpants, which looked even more alluring in the bright moonlight. Du Ke gently kissed her snow-white neck, his right hand slipping between her legs, gently caressing her already moist, plump lips through the thin veil.

Wen Hua couldn't bear this any longer; her moans grew louder and louder, and she even began to twist her voluptuous buttocks, welcoming his tantalizing thrusts. Sensing the obvious change in the woman in his arms, Du Ke became even more excited, murmuring, "Baby, isn't it beautiful?"

Wen Hua had long since lost her senses, pleading intermittently, "Ke Lang, stop, it's so hard to bear. Mmm...it's so itchy..."

Du Ke gently pushed away her soft, weak body, one hand around her slender waist, the other outstretched to Wen Hua's face, whispering ambiguously, "Hua'er, look."

Wen Hua looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a few strands of white, cheese-like fluid clinging between Du Ke's slender fingers, shimmering with a unique luster under the bright moonlight. Suddenly realizing what it was, she let out a soft cry, only to see him become even more audacious, leaning in to sniff, saying, "Hua'er smells so good." Without saying more, he stuck out his tongue and licked the shameful white fluid clean, looking completely intoxicated.

At this moment, Wen Hua felt no shame or anger. She stared blankly at his humiliating actions, then suddenly burst into tears, throwing herself into his arms and sobbing, "Fool, why are you so good to me? What will I do now?"

It turned out that in that feudal society, the concept of male superiority and female inferiority was extremely strong. Women had no status whatsoever, whether at home or in society. Du Ke, a direct descendant of a thousand-year-old noble family, the youngest son of a marquis, held an extremely high position. His grandfather was a powerful regional official, the Marquis of Zhenguo, wielding the power of life and death. Even compared to ordinary royal children, he was not inferior. Now, he had actually eaten her bodily fluids! How could Wen Hua not be moved?

In those days, ordinary people, ignorant of medicine, considered this white fluid the most filthy and unbearable excrement, just like urine and feces. Seeing him eat it without any hesitation, and with a genuine look of enjoyment, Wen Hua realized how deeply he cared for her. In her extreme excitement, Wen Hua was at a loss for how to repay him, and her panicked state led to her emotional breakdown earlier.

Although Du Ke, a master of pharmacology, had spent ten years in seclusion studying under the Zen Master Huiming, mastering all his secrets, he understood that this substance was far from insignificant; it was the most precious essence of human life. Coupled with his love and pity for her, he had no reason to be secretive, hence the shocking scene that had unfolded earlier.

Du Ke gently patted her back until her emotions gradually calmed down, then said tenderly, "Silly Hua'er, it's really alright." He then poured out all the prejudices people held about this, and after a long while, Wen Hua asked with a hint of disbelief, "Really?"

"When has my husband ever lied to my precious Hua'er?" Du Ke said sincerely.

Wen Hua wasn't stubborn; otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to so openly fall in love with her brother-in-law. Thus, she gradually accepted his words.

Du Ke chuckled wickedly and lowered his head, saying, "My dear wife, how will you repay your husband?" Before he finished speaking, Wen Hua's sweet, warm lips were already pressed against his.

The two kissed for a long time before reluctantly separating. Du Ke said seductively, "Tonight the stars and moon are shining brightly, the heavens are on our side, it's truly a perfect time for our wedding night. I must cherish my dear Hua'er. Darling, do you want to go to your room or mine?"

Wen Hua buried herself in his arms again, blushing, and whispered, "Let's go to his room."

Du Ke chuckled, picked up his beauty, and used the unparalleled lightness skill of "Crossing the River on a Reed" from the Zen school to leap down from the roof. In a few leaps, he was at the door of Wen Hua's room. He naturally pushed open the door, placed his beauty's soft and weak body on the bed, and then turned around and tightly closed the door and windows.

For some reason, perhaps because it was their first time truly alone together in their boudoir late at night, Wen Hua, whose heart had been untied, felt incredibly shy as her beloved drew closer. She quickly pulled the covers over herself and drew the bed curtains, her breath coming in soft, rapid gasps.

Du Ke smiled wickedly, removed his annoying clothes, and slipped into the bedchamber, whispering seductively, "Hua'er, your husband is here."

Wen Hua was tightly huddled under the covers, facing the wall, her clothes still on, yet she felt immensely shy, her delicate body trembling slightly, clearly nervous.

Du Ke knew that although they had experienced several blissful moments in the secluded valley, those had been somewhat wild. This was their first time sharing a bed, this was true married life, and Wen Hua's nervousness was understandable. He was no longer the naive novice he once was; he knew that if he couldn't let her enjoy their intimacy tonight, it would leave a rift between them. Now, the only way to truly be husband and wife was to take the initiative and guide her as before.

Du Ke gently embraced Wen Hua's trembling body from behind, whispering tenderly in her ear, "Silly Hua'er, quickly turn around and let your husband kiss you." Wen Hua didn't move at his words, but instinctively leaned into his arms, nestled in his broad embrace.

Du Ke propped himself up slightly and leaned over to look at her, only to be deeply pained by her tear-streaked face. Du Ke savagely turned her sharply towards him, gently kissing away the glistening tears beneath her eyelids, his actions extremely docile, a stark contrast to his previous savagery.

It turned out that Wen Hua had been widowed for nearly ten years. In those ten years, for over three thousand six hundred nights, every time she woke up in the middle of the night, her side was empty, with only the silent, cold tears streaming down her face. She married into the Du family at sixteen, the most beautiful time of a girl's life. Day after day, year after year, these days passed, and her initial fear and panic gradually turned into numbness and coldness. Each time, she would wipe away her tears, then stare blankly at the lifeless, dark night sky, unable to sleep. This torment, suddenly relieved today, filled her with a shock that words could not describe. Her tears were both gratitude for the present and a lament for the past, a lament for those unbearable years.

Du Ke, with his keen and perceptive mind, immediately understood her thoughts. His love for her was boundless, and his face was also wet with tears, for all the suffering she had endured on her fragile shoulders. He truly loved her as a person, not with a twisted Oedipus complex, nor simply to atone for what his family owed her. He loved her stunning beauty, but even more so, he loved her noble soul and indomitable spirit.

"Hua'er, don't be afraid, your husband will never let you sleep alone again." Du Ke held her tightly, afraid that she would disappear at any moment.

Their hearts were now completely at peace; after mourning the past, there was acceptance of the present and hope for the future. Wen Hua's emotions had calmed down. Looking at the man whose face was once again streaked with tears for her, she truly understood the depth of their love. She murmured, "So heaven is fair to everyone. After taking away my husband, it tormented me for ten years, then sent someone to repay me for everything owed to me for those ten years, and also promised me a lifetime of reliance. Ke Lang, Hua'er has no other desires from now on, only to be your beloved little wife...love me..." As she spoke, her cherry lips met his. Suddenly, they were swept away by the waves, clothes were thrown about wildly, and their breathing grew heavier and heavier... 04-26
Chapter 26 Spring Water Sword Sect

The two spent a night entwined, their bodies and minds intoxicated, and they fell asleep with their necks intertwined. The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room. Du Ke opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the still-sleeping beauty in his arms. A strong sense of happiness welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her jade-like face.

Wen Hua let out a soft "oh," her body stirred slightly, and her beautiful, watery eyes slowly opened. Looking at the gentle and handsome face before her, she realized that everything from the previous night had been so real, not a dream. She reached out and gently stroked his handsome face. Their eyes met, and although they didn't say a word, all their affection was in their hearts.

Du Ke got up and dressed, saying, "Hua'er, sleep a little longer. I'll go down and get some breakfast." Wen Hua nodded slightly, changed her position, and continued to sleep.

Du Ke left the room and went downstairs to buy breakfast. Suddenly, he noticed several unfamiliar faces not far away. Four men sat around a table, talking about something. They were all dressed in tight-fitting, practical martial arts attire, seemingly members of the martial arts world. Their expressions showed a mixture of shock and admiration, as if they were discussing some major event that had recently occurred in the martial arts world.

Du Ke, realizing that since he was about to enter the martial arts world, he should gather as much information as possible to avoid detours, was immediately filled with curiosity. He went back to his room to change into some rough-looking martial arts clothes, picked up his silver spear, and came downstairs.

"What are these martial arts masters discussing? Could I perhaps broaden my horizons?" Du Ke approached them naturally, his tone very polite.

The crowd looked up at the sound and saw a handsome young man approaching them. His ordinary attire, coupled with his unintentionally refined and gentle demeanor, seemed somewhat awkward, yet they couldn't say anything. Hearing his polite words, they didn't refuse. The eldest of the four spoke up, "I'm a few years older than you, young brother, but I accept this title. Seeing that you're also from the martial world, come and sit with me!"

Du Ke had just sat down when the man said with a respectful yet excited expression, "Young brother, do you know what a momentous event has occurred in the Central Plains martial world these past few days?" Du Ke, preoccupied

with his beautiful companion, hadn't paid attention to such things and hurriedly shook his head. Then, another man in yellow said, "The Blackwater Sword Demon has been missing for nearly ten years, and now he's made such a big move. It seems he wants to give the Great Bright Palace and the Moon Worship Sect a warning."

Du Ke seemed to understand, looking completely bewildered. Seeing his youth and knowing his naiveté, the crowd patiently recounted the entire affair. It turned out that in Raozhou, near Pengli Lake in Jiangnan West Road, there was a large sect with over three hundred years of history called the Spring Water Sword Sect. The current sect leader was Shang Tianya, who, along with his wife Zhang Yingying, had a son named Shang Xiulin and a daughter named Shang Xiuqing. The two had just mastered some martial arts and went out to train. A month earlier, at the foot of Jiuhua Mountain in Qingyang County, they encountered the infamous flower thief, Flower Butterfly. Flower Butterfly, lusting after Shang Xiuqing's beauty, harbored evil intentions. Shang Xiulin, desperate to protect his sister, was struck by Flower Butterfly's butterfly dart during their desperate escape. Upon returning to Qingyang County, he succumbed to the deadly poison and died young. Flower Butterfly, mistaking him for an ordinary martial arts novice, paid him no heed, thus inviting his own demise.

The fifty-year-old Shang Tianya and his wife were heartbroken at the loss of their only son and issued a martial arts notice offering a bounty on Flower Butterfly's life throughout the martial arts world. First, it must be said that Shang Tianya's martial arts skills had already reached the peak of the Refining Spirit realm, but Hua Hudie was elusive and impossible to find. Heartbroken, Zhang Yingying fell ill, and Shang Tianya's eyes were bloodshot, aging him considerably. Shang Xiuqing spent her days hiding in her room, staring blankly at her brother's portrait, neither eating nor sleeping.

It turned out that she and her brother were twins, sharing an unbreakable bond since childhood, their sibling affection ingrained in their very bones. Now, her brother had suffered this tragedy while protecting her; how could she bear it? If it weren't for his dying wish that she fulfill his filial duty to care for their parents, she would have already followed him in death, saving herself from this torment.

The sect leader's only son had been killed, especially since Shang Xiulin was the most talented of the new generation of disciples, practically the next sect leader. The entire Spring Water Sword Sect was filled with a sense of oppression and sorrow. That day, the second-generation disciple Mingyan was brewing medicine for his master's wife when he suddenly heard a strange noise, followed by a powerful, resounding howl that echoed through the heavens and earth. A majestic yet desolate voice cried out, "Who killed my Lin'er?"

Everyone else in the sect had gone out with the sect leader to search for the Flower Butterfly, leaving Mingyan alone at home to take care of things. Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar voice, he trembled and knelt down, crying out to the void, "Uncle-Master, you must avenge my senior brother!"

Shang Xiulin was usually a gentle and humble gentleman, beloved by everyone in the sect. Mingyan had grown up with him, and their relationship was like that of brothers. Faced with this calamity, his grief was no less than that of the rest of the Shang family. However, as the sect leader's eldest disciple, he bore the heavy responsibility of guarding the sect's honor. How could he easily go out to seek revenge?

He heard the immense sorrow and pain in that howl, and he recognized who it belonged to. So that man had returned too. Mingyan felt a surge of relief and murmured, "Junior Brother Xiulin, your blood feud can finally be avenged."

The man who rushed back upon hearing this was Zhang Henshui, the Black Water Sword Demon, the guardian of the Spring Water Sword Sect in this generation, Shang Tianya's senior brother and brother-in-law, who had been renowned in the martial arts world for his unparalleled swordsmanship twenty years

ago. Mingyan stood up and looked up, only to see a man of about sixty years old hurriedly enter the room. "Brother," a heartbroken voice rang out, and then the two bodies embraced tightly. No one had expected that the reunion of the brother and sister after twenty years would be like this. Alas.

"Good sister, you have suffered so much." Zhang Henshui's voice trembled slightly at this moment.

"Is Uncle back? Is Uncle back?" A clear, yet slightly weak, voice, like a nightingale's song, rang out. A delicate, slender figure rushed out from behind, her stunning face streaked with tears, a heartbreaking sight.

Zhang Henshui released his younger sister, rushing over to embrace her tightly. Finally, tears streamed down his face as he murmured, "Qing'er, my Qing'er, it's all Uncle's fault. Uncle didn't protect you and Lin'er." The girl clung to him tightly, her face filled with tender affection, repeatedly saying, "I thought Uncle didn't want us anymore... I thought Uncle didn't want us anymore..."

It turned out that Zhang Henshui was a true martial arts fanatic, remaining unmarried his entire life in pursuit of martial arts. Naturally, he treated his sister's twin children as his own. Ten years ago, he was already a Void Realm expert, and now, upon his return, his cultivation had reached the peak of the Void Realm. He could shatter the void and depart at any moment. His only attachment was family. Hearing this devastating news, how could he possibly have the mind to cultivate?

"It's all my fault, Uncle...it's all my fault, Uncle..." Zhang Henshui couldn't hold back his emotions, tears streaming down his face.

Zhang Yingying, being the wife of a sect leader, quickly recovered from her grief, murmuring, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Zhang Henshui's mood gradually calmed down as he hugged his niece, whom he had cherished since childhood, murmuring, "Qing'er, don't worry, even if it means going to heaven or hell, I will tear that

thief to pieces to comfort my Lin'er's spirit in heaven." Shang Xiuqing nodded slightly, but then heard her uncle continue, "Qing'er, you must understand your brother's good intentions. Your brother is gone, and you're not eating or drinking like this. If something were to happen to you, how would your parents and uncle bear it?" Hearing her brother's words, Zhang Yingying nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes! Qing'er, be good, listen to your uncle, take good care of yourself, so that you will be able to avenge your brother yourself."

Shang Xiuqing suddenly understood and cried, "Mother, Uncle, Qing'er understands! Qing'er will definitely kill the villain and avenge my brother!"

Hearing this, Zhang Henshui and his sister felt somewhat comforted, and their faces lit up with smiles. Suddenly, an anxious voice came from outside, "Senior brother, senior brother, is that you back?"

Shang Xiuqing wiped away her tears and said, "Father is back. Qing'er will go open the door."

In the blink of an eye, Shang Tianya's haggard figure appeared before everyone. Shang Xiuqing rushed into her loving father's arms and murmured, "Father, Father, Qing'er will not be stubborn anymore. Qing'er will rest well and will not make Father sad again." Shang Tianya felt as if he had heard a heavenly voice, his face full of relief, and he murmured, "Good, good, that's my good Qing'er. Don't let your brother's efforts go to waste." Thinking of his deceased son, Shang Tianya became sad again.

Zhang Henshui stepped forward and tightly grasped his brother-in-law's and junior brother's hand, murmuring, "Tianya, rest assured, I will avenge Lin'er. I will make the thief pay with his blood." His tone was chillingly cold at the end, displaying the aura of a peak martial arts master.

Shang Tianya, however, pushed his daughter aside and knelt before Zhang Henshui, tears streaming down his face, saying, "Senior brother, I have failed you. I failed to protect my brother and sister. I am utterly incompetent!" He then pounded the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching cry. As the sect leader, he had never shown such weakness in public. Seeing his respected senior brother return, all the pent-up grief in his heart erupted, causing him to lose control.

Zhang Yingying and her daughter rushed over and embraced Shang Tianya, the three of them weeping together. The surrounding maids and servants were all moved, remembering the many kindnesses their young master had shown them, and they too wept uncontrollably. Mingyan knelt behind her mentor, clenching her teeth, letting tears stream down her face and fall to the ground…

After a long while, when everyone had vented their grief, Zhang Henshui helped his junior brother to his feet and slowly said, “It’s not your fault, it’s just my fault, this self-proclaimed invincible scoundrel who couldn’t even protect his own nephew. It’s also Lin’er’s fault for being so unlucky. Fortunately, we still have Qing’er, otherwise I really don’t know what crazy things I would have done.”

Shang Tianya knew that what he said was true. His feelings for his two children even surpassed those for himself and his wife. If it weren’t for his concern for his family, this exceptionally talented senior brother would have already shattered the void and departed.

Zhang Henshui continued, “Tianya, you’ve searched for so long, have you found any trace of this thief?”

Upon hearing this, Shang Tianya’s face darkened, and he shook his head in anguish.

Chapter 27 The Bright Moon Over Dongting Lake

"It's not your fault. I've known about Flower Butterfly's background for a long time. He's a traitor to the Divine Travel Sect. His stealth and tracking skills are the true essence of 'Chasing Clouds and Daring to Chase the Moon.' His martial arts are only at the initial stage of the Refining Spirit Realm, but his lightness skill is by no means inferior to Tianya, who is at the peak of the Refining Spirit Realm. If he wants to avoid you, it's indeed very troublesome," Zhang Henshui said calmly.

When everyone got to this point, Du Ke also understood about 70-80% of it and couldn't help but interject, "Isn't this just a common grudge between martial arts practitioners? Why are you saying it's such a big deal?"

The man in yellow was not annoyed by his interruption and smiled, "Young brother, don't be impatient. Let me explain slowly." A man in a blue martial arts outfit who had been silent for a long time interjected, "Young brother, do you know about the Battle of Dongting Lake three days ago?"

Du Ke shook his head with a bitter smile. Three days ago, he was enjoying a loving moment with his wife. He wouldn't care if the sky fell down. The man in the blue martial arts outfit continued, "That was another grand event in the Central Plains martial arts world since the battle between Jian Wuxing and Abbess Jingyi at the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain twenty years ago. Xie Yanke, the 'Knife Emperor' leader of the South Sea Divine Knife Sect, challenged Zhang Henshui, the 'Sword Demon' peerless guardian of the Spring Water Sword Sect."

Before the man finished speaking, Du Ke had already stood up excitedly and asked impatiently, "Who won?" Everyone smiled and laughed. After a burst of laughter, they said in unison, "I'm afraid no one in the world knows this."

As Du Ke stared in shock, the man in the blue robe continued, "Xie Yanke finally met the opponent he had waited sixty years for. In his duel with the peerless master, he comprehended the supreme realm of swordsmanship: 'No sword in hand, no sword in mind.' He grabbed Zhang Henshui's hand and they laughed heartily, forgetting all their grudges with a laugh. Xie Yanke didn't even make any arrangements for his affairs afterward, only throwing the world-renowned Cold Snow Blade into the vast Dongting Lake. He laughed wildly before all the heroes of the world, and when his laughter subsided, he shattered the void and vanished. When the thick fog on the lake dissipated, an image that we will never forget for a moment unfolded before our magnificent vision: Zhang Henshui, carrying his world-renowned..." The peerless Spring Water Sword stood alone on a protruding rock by the lake, leisurely gazing at the full moon in the clear night sky. This was the last time we would see the Blackwater Sword Demon.

Du Ke's shock continued; he seemed unable to imagine that the sect feud he had just witnessed was related to this epic battle. The man in yellow, who had spoken earlier, now spoke with fervent admiration: "Our Central Plains martial arts world has gained two more peerless experts who have glimpsed the Dao of Heaven. It's a pity they've passed away. We should take them as our goal and continue to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts." His words were impassioned, and everyone around him resonated with them, exchanging encouraging glances.

Du Ke was overwhelmed with excitement; his fervor was palpable. This was the first time since the "Azure Lotus Sword Immortal" Li Taibai sixty years ago that someone in the Central Plains martial arts world had broken through the void. This was a tremendous encouragement to countless martial artists, urging them to strive towards the supreme realm of merging with heaven and earth, casting aside all worldly ties and constraints, and achieving a state of carefree liberation. This was the ultimate truth that the "Blade Emperor" and the "Sword Demon" had conveyed to all martial arts practitioners through their life-or-death battle.

Du Ke rediscovered his childlike heart in the secluded valley, possessing an innate affinity for nature. He naturally understood that the two predecessors were like-minded individuals, just like himself. Although Du Ke was currently far inferior in both skill and realm, this only fueled his motivation to strive harder and strengthened his resolve and courage to pursue the Dao through the spear.

The man in yellow said, “Xie Yanke comes from the Divine Blade Sect of the South Sea. The sect has an ancestral precept: ‘No one under the Divine Blade Sect may be killed.’ Yet he can wield such domineering and magnificent swordsmanship, drawing upon the essence of all things and seizing the power of heaven and earth. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that this was man-made, that a mortal could control all things in nature. Alas, I have practiced swordsmanship for twenty years, thinking I had achieved some success. Now, thinking of Elder Xie’s countless sword shadows, I realize I am but a drop in the ocean, insignificant.” The man seemed casual, but his words carried a strong sense of desolation.

“The Divine Blade Sect doesn’t have such magnificent swordsmanship. If they did, they would have dominated the martial world long ago. Elder Xie lived alone in a thatched hut on the shores of the South Sea for thirty years, simply watching the sea every day. His swordsmanship was learned from the vast ocean waves, learned from nature and integrated with heaven and earth, which is why it possesses such unparalleled power that can tear apart the space between heaven and earth,” the man in blue said loudly.

"Yes! Senior Zhang is no different. Ten years ago, he reached the Void Realm, abandoning all worldly affairs and living in seclusion by the Blackwater River in Lingnan. If it weren't for the great upheaval in the Shang Dynasty, he would probably still be in deep cultivation. This battle allowed him to break through the shackles of family ties and achieve lasting fame. He is completely different from Xie Yanke. Xie Yanke is like a dazzling sun, constantly emitting brilliant light, as if he were the center of the world, with an overbearing and relentless offensive; while he is like a part of heaven and earth itself, like a blade of grass, like a grain of dust. He and the world surrounding him are no longer distinguished by inside or outside, by self or other. His clothes are still, but his hair flies in the sky, and his eyes shine with divine light. He cannot emulate Xie Yanke's..." He absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, yet he became an inseparable part of the universe, merging with nature. No matter how immense or terrifying Xie Yanke's attacks, his aura always followed closely, constantly growing stronger with him. Like a light boat, no matter how turbulent the waves, he could always sail freely on the water, safe and sound. He had truly grasped the legendary supreme realm of swordsmanship: 'Only by reaching the pinnacle of emotion can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.' Xie Yanke was completely oblivious to emotion, but he was focused solely on emotion. From his deep eyes, one could see his heartfelt love for every blade of grass and every tree in nature, for he had become a part of this vast and boundless world. "A purple-clad man carrying a long sword spoke."

From their recounting, Du Ke imagined that earth-shattering duel, his mind filled with the unparalleled arrogance and unmatched prowess of the two peerless masters. His eyes gleamed with a strange light, and for the first time, his desire to cultivate martial arts surpassed everything else, even the memory of his beloved from the previous night's passionate embrace. Recalling the arduous path of cultivation trodden by the two martial arts masters, Du Ke finally understood the true meaning of his master Huiming's dying words: "Heaven's way is ruthless; it does not exist for Yao, nor does it perish for Jie." Du Ke's mind was now in turmoil and confusion. He didn't know if he had the courage to abandon everything and explore the Way of Heaven. Suddenly, the image of Gongsun Ruyan's exquisite and otherworldly beauty flashed through his mind.

Since falling in love with Wen Hua, their relationship had deepened, and Du Ke had gradually forgotten this first love that had once caused him so much heartache. Now, suddenly remembering her, his heart was filled with even more panic. He didn't know if it was some kind of divine revelation, yet it was so ambiguous, leaving him even more perplexed.

Du Ke bid farewell to everyone and returned to his room. His beloved was already up, dressing by the small window. Seeing him return, she smiled slightly—a smile that could captivate for ages. If Du Ke hadn't experienced such an unprecedented emotional shock earlier, he probably would have been as infatuated as ever with her unparalleled charm.

Du Ke smiled nonchalantly, placed the food on the table, and went over to embrace her tightly. He didn't speak, only greedily inhaling the fresh, elegant fragrance of her hair.

Wen Hua vaguely sensed something was amiss with her husband, but didn't rush to ask. She let him hold her, casually drawing her delicate eyebrows. Du Ke gently held her soft hand, took the paintbrush from her, and said affectionately, "My wife, from now on, I'll take care of this." With that, he began to draw her eyebrows.

Wen Hua readily accepted her lover's tenderness, smiling as he finished painting.

She then softly asked, "Tell me, Ke Lang, what happened earlier?" Du Ke nodded slightly and recounted his experiences verbatim. Wen Hua's expression shifted rapidly until Du Ke spoke of Zhang Henshui's attainment of the legendary supreme swordsmanship: "Only by reaching the pinnacle of emotion can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship." At that moment, her eyes gleamed with a sharp light. Having practiced swordsmanship since childhood, her heart was naturally filled with a turbulent mix of joy and sorrow. After all, someone had fulfilled the dream of all swordsmen in the martial world—the greatest affirmation and proof of the swordsmanship itself.

"Only by reaching the pinnacle of emotion can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship… Only by reaching the pinnacle of emotion can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. So all of this is true! I thought it was just an ancient legend." Wen Hua's voice was choked with tears, clearly overwhelmed with emotion.

Du Ke was genuinely happy for her nearly twenty years of dedication to swordsmanship. He held the somewhat distraught woman tightly in his arms, repeatedly kissing away the glistening tears on her face.

After a long while, Wen Hua recovered from her emotional turmoil and murmured, "Senior Zhang must have experienced a poignant yet desperate love in his life. I heard he never married, and it was precisely this unforgettable love that was the key to his breakthrough. Only by reaching the pinnacle of emotion can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Only those who truly love deeply and truly understand emotion know how to wield the sword, because they have poured all their feelings for that person into the three-foot-long blade in their hands—love and hate, longing and resentment. Only those who, like him, pour everything into the sword are true swordsmen."

"Fool, Senior Zhang's affection wasn't limited to just one person. Before his ascension, his eyes held an endless longing for all things in this world, from the vast blue sky, the sea, the sun, the moon, and the green mountains, to a mayfly or a speck of dust—all were imbued with a deep, boundless love. I finally understand Senior Zhang's greatness; he truly became a part of this boundless universe. That is true unity of heaven and man, that is the transcendence of self and things. Affection that appears as indifference—on the path of martial arts, reaching the highest realm often..." Different paths lead to the same destination. Thus, Li Bai traveled westward, traversing the magnificent landscapes of the Tang Dynasty, leaving behind timeless poems, sleeping drunk under the moon, and ascending to immortality; thus, Xie Yanke lived alone on a secluded island, watching the tides and listening to the wind daily, infusing the surging tides into his swordplay, laughing heartily as he departed; thus, Zhang Henshui traveled to Yunnan, wandering among the green mountains and clear waters, seeking the true meaning of life in every blade of grass and tree, finding the ultimate in emotion, thus achieving the ultimate in swordsmanship, leisurely watching the moon and waving goodbye as he walked away.” Du Ke spoke with fervor, and Wen Hua nodded repeatedly.

“Husband, will you leave me in pursuit of the eternal Dao?” Wen Hua asked pitifully.

Touched by her words, Du Ke paused slightly, but his arms tightened around her, and he suddenly stared at her intently, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

Wen Hua felt flustered under his gaze and timidly asked, "What are you laughing at, husband?"

Du Ke still had a mischievous grin on his face, not replying, but slightly adjusting his posture. His hands reached to her chest, grasping her delicate breasts through her light blue satin butterfly-patterned blouse, kneading them with obvious pleasure. He whispered in her ear, "Silly Hua, your husband can't live without everything about you."

Wen Hua trembled from the sudden touch, collapsing into his arms, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her eyes were tightly closed, her nostrils flaring, exuding a captivating charm.

Du Ke enjoyed the wonderful feel of her hands, but in his heart, he wondered why his sister-in-law was becoming increasingly sensitive and shy.

Chapter 28 A Passionate Farewell

Du Ke, suddenly seized by a playful impulse, whispered in the ear of the woman in his arms, "My darling Hua'er, was your massage comfortable?"

Wen Hua snapped out of her reverie, hastily pulling away her lover's mischievous hands, and said sullenly, "You lecherous scoundrel, don't bother me in broad daylight!" She then sat down at the table to eat her breakfast.

Du Ke knew this wasn't the right time for lingering, so he stopped his teasing and simply asked, "Hua'er, do you know who that despicable flower thief, Flower Butterfly, is?"

"Hua'er never leaves the house, how would I know who such a lowlife is?" Wen Hua replied coquettishly, clearly still angry.

Du Ke understood, stepped forward, and sat opposite her. He didn't speak immediately, but gazed at her with a captivatingly affectionate look, a smile on his face.

Unable to bear his blatant stare, Wen Hua blushed and spat, "What are you doing staring at me like that, you little rascal? What mischief are you thinking about?"

"Hehe, do you think I don't know what mischief my husband is thinking? I'm thinking about how to properly love my Hua'er tonight," Du Ke said with a wicked grin, emphasizing the word "love."

Wen Hua naturally understood her lecherous husband's thoughts and surprisingly smiled, saying, "You'll probably be disappointed. I've just decided to go to Dongting Lake and the Blackwater River to see some traces and aura left by Senior Zhang. I have a feeling that this trip will greatly help and enlighten my future sword cultivation. Cultivation emphasizes mindset, so I've decided to go alone this time. Without you, you big lecher, bothering me, I'm sure I'll get some help. Last night, news came from home that your friend Lu Yun has been appointed as a prefect in Suzhou, and I hope..." "You're going to Suzhou with Zheng Huang. He wants to extend his hospitality and show you around the sights of Jiangnan. I think this trip to Jiangnan will be very important for Ke Lang. The path of martial arts cultivation is always lonely. We must face everything alone to truly gain a transformative understanding and improve." At this moment, Wen Hua's tone was no longer that of a spoiled and willful young woman. She had finally regained the steadfast, brave, independent, and self-reliant spirit that Du Ke deeply admired. This was the true nature of a woman of the martial world, and the main reason why Du Ke loved her so much.

Du Ke watched her speak eloquently, his eyes shining with admiration. He recalled the first time he saw her after returning to the manor, and his heart was filled with sweetness, having long since forgotten the pain of the impending separation.

Knowing their parting was imminent, Wen Hua felt a pang of sadness. Holding her beloved's firm hands, she said, "Ke Lang, since we've vowed to be together for life, these temporary separations are nothing. Our hearts are so close, what fear is there of being separated by vast distances?"

Du Ke nodded slightly, their eyes meeting, their hearts filled with deep love. That day, they were inseparable, discussing everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, to the classics, to swords and spears, to Taoism and Buddhism. Every topic resonated with them, and since their first meeting, the distance between their hearts had been shrinking every moment. Now, with parting imminent, they felt even more inseparable, like fish in water.

Since ancient times, parting has been a source of sorrow, especially on this desolate autumn day. All good things must come to an end. For the sake of their respective ideals, Wen Hua made the wisest decision, avoiding letting youthful infatuation with romantic love ruin her lifelong pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts. Du Ke understood her good intentions and wouldn't provoke them with sentimental words.

It was dusk, the sun seemingly lingering on the last vestiges of its beauty, casting a blood-red glow as one looked westward. Wen Hua stood gracefully by the window, her head slightly tilted back, her captivating eyes fixed on the last rays of light that would vanish in the west. Her face was serene, showing no sign of the drastic changes in their destinies the next morning. Du Ke sat at the table, his hands constantly fiddling with the brown ring on his finger, the token representing the inheritance of the ten great families. His gaze was unfocused, though his expression remained calm. They didn't say goodbye, didn't bid farewell, because they knew they were always thinking of each other, always together. If love is meant to last, why worry about being together every day? Wen Hua understood, and so did Du Ke.

The long night was endless, and tonight was another full moon. Heaven seemed oblivious to worldly separations; this scene of "the moon full, but people not reunited" was somewhat ironic. The bright moon knew not the bitterness of parting, its slanting light piercing the red door until dawn. The two quietly nestled at the head of the bed, without a word of farewell, without any desperate clinging, simply embracing each other tightly, letting the bright moon cast its silvery glow across the azure sky…

"Hua'er, sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow morning," Du Ke said gently after a long while.

Wen Hua nodded, stuck her head out to extinguish the oil lamp, and the bed curtains were slowly drawn.

"Ah!" Wen Hua had just lain down when Du Ke shamelessly pressed down on her, biting her earlobe and whispering, "Good Hua'er, tonight your husband will make you feel wonderful twice over."

Perhaps affected by their separation, Wen Hua was no longer as reserved and shy as before. Her snow-white arms wrapped around his neck, offering him sweet and fragrant kisses. Both were simply venting their grief over their separation, their intimacy unprecedented. Soon, their clothes were undone, wanting only to merge their souls into one, leaving behind a beautiful and sweet memory of their time together after their separation.

Du Ke held Wen Hua's soft, boneless body tightly, both enjoying each other's lips and tongues to the fullest. Their tongues danced, intertwined, and mingled passionately, their four soft lips occasionally emitting delightful "sizzling" sounds. The night was deep, and all was quiet. Yet, within the guest room, the faint moans were exceptionally clear. Wen Hua's beautiful face, illuminated by the cool moonlight, appeared even more alluring and captivating, radiant beyond compare. The two embraced each other almost frantically, as if trying to crush and merge into one.

Du Ke held Wen Hua tightly, unbuttoning her clothes, his hands slipping inside, freely experiencing her softness and tenderness, feeling her unique fullness and warmth, how soft and supple those two mounds of flesh were.

"Ah…," Wen Hua closed her eyes in pleasure, her body extremely sensitive, giving her an unprecedented excitement. Her face flushed, her lips slightly parted, her brows furrowed, she breathed heavily, letting out soft moans, her lips moist and slightly parted, appearing even more red and luscious.

Du Ke stared blankly for a moment, wishing he could pounce on her and kiss her passionately. A delicate fragrance wafted into his nostrils, strands of hair brushed against her face, and her soft, trembling body filled Du Ke with overwhelming tenderness. He held the beauty in his arms tightly, pressing her close, his handsome face pressed tenderly against Wen Hua's neck, inhaling her captivating scent with ecstasy.

Finally, after several passionate kisses, Du Ke's emotions surged, and he decided to act. He grasped Wen Hua's slender hands in one large hand, and wrapped his other arm around her soft, delicate waist, beginning to gently kiss her neck, sometimes lightly licking it with his tongue, sometimes gently blowing on her ear, making Wen Hua feel soft and tingling.

Wen Hua felt weak and limp all over, unable to muster any strength.

Du Ke's hand, which was around her waist, skillfully caressed her soft waist, occasionally sliding down to knead her rounded buttocks. Before she could even moan, Du Ke's lips pressed against hers, kissing her delicate mouth, capturing her sweet lips, and wantonly licking Wen Hua's sweet and soft cherry lips.

Wen Hua wrapped her fair arms around Du Ke's strong neck, their tongues chasing each other, their saliva exchanging, and a decadent atmosphere instantly filled the entire room.

Seeing Wen Hua begin to cooperate, Du Ke suddenly reached out his right hand and touched her high, rounded breasts. Wen Hua's thin, white gauze undergarment couldn't hide Zhang Pei's rough and powerful hand at all. In an instant, one of her breasts was in Du Ke's large hand. Wen Hua's whole body went numb, and the soft gasps from her lips were quite urgent: "Ah...no...there...not there...don't touch there...there...ah...ah..."

Du Ke looked at Wen Hua's passionate appearance with satisfaction, wantonly kneading her high breasts. His beautiful wife was truly stunning. Even through her clothes and silky bodice, he could still feel her amazing elasticity. His other hand was not to be outdone, sliding down to her buttocks, pressing and kneading, forcing out soft moans from his beautiful wife in his arms.

At this moment, Du Ke took advantage of the situation and skillfully unbuttoned Wen Hua's clothes with his right hand, directly inserting it into the thin bodice and grabbing one of her breasts. The moment Wen Hua's sensitive nipples were directly grasped by Du Ke's warm hand, she instantly felt them harden and stand erect in his palm, seemingly welcoming his caresses. A tingling sensation, like an electric shock, coursed through her body, reaching her private parts between her legs, where her full breasts, tightly bound by her dress, writhed and rubbed against each other.

Seeing her growing arousal, Du Ke stopped. He sat up, reached out, and removed Wen Hua's pure white undergarment. With a casual flick, the undergarment fell to the ground, revealing a pair of round, high, white breasts, proudly displayed before his burning gaze.

The two red nipples at the tips were incredibly luscious. Du Ke tremblingly reached out and gently cupped her breasts, rubbing them against his cheeks as if they were precious treasures. Then, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue, greedily tracing the two erect nipples.

Wen Hua shyly closed her beautiful eyes, not daring to look at him. Her soft, delicate arms involuntarily wandered and caressed Du Ke's firm back. Her lips parted slightly, and she occasionally let out a soft moan of pleasure.

Seeing that she was getting into the mood, Du Ke sat up and slowly pulled off Wen Hua's beautiful, already soaked, transparent gauze panties, gently parting her tightly closed, snow-white vulva.

"Mmm..." Wen Hua murmured softly, her pretty face flushed red. Du Ke was also excited and couldn't help but lean closer to examine her beautiful private parts closely. He saw that her mons pubis was firm, with lush, rounded pubic hair, smooth as cream, and delicate enough to break at a touch. Her labia were smooth and tender, and from the hidden pink crevice, stimulated by Du Ke's oral and manual stimulation, a few drops of nectar were now flowing out.

Chapter 29 Passion Burns Like Fire.

Du Ke was struck dumb, pressing heavily onto Wen Hua's soft, fragrant body. While one hand kneaded her jade-like breast, his lips were already tightly engulfing the tip of her other tender nipple. Wen Hua's pretty face flushed red, and she breathed heavily. Involuntarily, she wrapped her arms around Du Ke's head and neck, which were arching against her chest, and her slender arms wrapped around Du Ke's strong waist. Her delicate body twisted and swayed involuntarily.

Du Ke's tongue moved nimbly around her, sometimes licking lightly, sometimes scraping. Her full breasts were intensely stimulated, becoming even tighter and more upturned. The pink cherries on the snow-capped peaks stood proudly erect, trembling, welcoming Zhang Pei's caresses again and again.

Du Ke's large hand slipped under her rolled-up skirt and suddenly reached into the small triangle between her legs, attacking the already wet and overflowing peach blossom secret cave. Wen Hua's rapid, panting breaths grew stronger, her slender waist rising higher and higher, rubbing her flat, soft abdomen against Zhang Pei's hard. Her cherry lips bit Du Ke's shoulder, trying to suppress her increasingly loud moans and gasps.

Du Ke's fingers skillfully caressed Wen Hua's two wet petals, and with a sudden up-and-down motion, he thrust into her slippery, muddy opening. With a long, soul-stirring moan from Wen Hua, his thick, long fingers disappeared completely into the depths of her tight, warm, and moist passage.

Wen Hua's hands tightened around Zhang Pei's still-throbbing head and neck, then slumped back down. Under Du Ke's gentle finger movements, her cherry lips emitted soft moans, her legs kicking incessantly, making a series of churning sounds like water being stirred in a well. Her body and mind were completely lost in a trance.

With Du Ke's continued thrusting, Wen Hua's tingling sensation gradually intensified, reaching its peak. She even unconsciously throbbed and twisted within Du Ke's wildly sucking mouth.

Du Ke gently bit her nipple, his fingers moving inside her vagina, scraping and rubbing against the walls. Wen Hua's moans grew increasingly sharp, her arms clamping tightly around Du Ke's arms, her whole body arching upwards violently, trembling intensely. Amidst Wen Hua's incredibly sweet moans, Du Ke felt a gush of hot, sticky fluid gushing from the depths of her paradise, instantly making his fingers feel a burning, slippery sensation. Wen Hua reached a wonderful peak of ecstasy.

In the continuous waves of pleasure, her limbs lay limply outstretched, her delicate, moist lips panting softly, her eyes glazed and trembling, her legs wide open, her lower body soaked. Du Ke stared intently at the dark pubic hair at the center of her full, white breasts, the two tender, plump petals shyly concealing the entrance that had just been ravaged. Between the slightly parted petals, glistening and translucent, utterly alluring.

While admiring Wen Hua's beauty, Du Ke quickly stripped off his own clothes. His erection was already surging, but Du Ke wasn't in a hurry; the night was still long! Du Ke bent down and gently parted the two moist, tender petals, revealing a red, moist stamen. Du Ke parted his lips and extended his tongue, gently licking the clitoris with the tip. Wen Hua's body trembled violently, as if electrocuted. Her smooth, flat belly contracted rapidly, her lips parted, and she cried out, "No...don't..." A

wicked smile appeared on Du Ke's lips as he tightly grasped Wen Hua's outstretched hands, pressing them against her sides. His eyes gleamed with a unique, sinister crimson light. Du Ke leaned down again, kissing Wen Hua's tender, moist private parts with his hot breath. Du Ke's restless hands also began to move. He grabbed Wen Hua's small hands and moved them to her high breasts, pressing them down and letting her knead them freely. At the same time, Du Ke's nimble tongue easily slipped into Wen Hua's moist, slippery private parts, greedily sucking up the nectar.

Finally, Du Ke could no longer restrain himself. With a "whoosh," he pressed down, his powerful weapon against Wen Hua's overflowing, tender flesh. He lifted the beauty's round, white buttocks, aiming his hard jade pestle at her already soaking wet passage.

The hot, large head trembled and quivered against the entrance of her tender opening. Wen Hua felt as if ants were crawling inside her, an emptiness and discomfort washing over her. Her vulva opened as if by telepathy. Perhaps because her passage was already so wet, Du Ke's slightest thrust allowed him to penetrate to the deepest, most tender part of her body.

Wen Hua suddenly felt a surge of satisfaction, let out a moan, and tightly embraced her beloved man.

"Baby Hua'er, isn't it beautiful?" Du Ke whispered flirtatiously in Wen Hua's ear, his actions no longer teasing. After all, he was also feeling uncomfortably aroused. He thrust his enormous member, parting her tender petals, and powerfully penetrated deep into her secret passage, following the slippery spring water.

"Ah...ouch...ah..." A feeling of fullness and tingling came over her, and the beauty gasped, her hands involuntarily wrapping tightly around Du Ke's waist, trying to stop his thrusts, her whole body trembling.

Wen Hua was still getting used to the full force of his jade pestle.

When the jade pestle reached the very core of Wen Hua's orifice, Du Ke felt incredibly comfortable. He felt as if his jade pestle was tightly surrounded by something, hot, tight, warm, and slippery, the flesh walls still slightly undulating, his head tingling with a numb and tingling sensation.

This time, Du Ke was no longer in a hurry. He wanted to carefully cultivate this fertile and tender field, which had become so delicious from the initial taste. He recalled the techniques he had seen in the *Su Nu Jing* (Classic of the Plain Girl) and put them into practice. He used three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sometimes lightly teasing, sometimes gently grinding, sometimes thrusting rapidly. Wen Hua's moans rose and fell, sometimes low and sometimes

high. Her plump and smooth petals opened and closed with each thrust of his jade pestle, constantly squeezing out strands of white viscous fluid. Gradually, Du Ke's breathing became heavier. He pecked at his beautiful wife's delicate features, leaving warm, wet kisses on her neck. Then, his next stop was those two breathtaking mounds of breasts. He carefully examined every inch of her areolas, making her breasts tremble incessantly, the nipples standing high on the swollen, erect orbs. Wen Hua

's round breasts swayed gently, her long, rounded body tightly wrapped around his strong waist, her delicate and lovely toes dancing and kicking in the air with his skillful movements.

Du Ke watched with smug satisfaction as the beauty writhed and moaned beneath him, her body throbbing with desire. He felt his penis swell, his molten

core rising within him. His tongue and teeth intensified, licking and biting her erect nipples. His hands gripped his wife's slender waist tightly, pulling her mature, plump buttocks towards him as he thrust forcefully. With each increasingly intense thrust from Du Ke, Wen Hua's body trembled and swayed. His large penis pounded against her clitoris like raindrops, her body drenched in sweat, writhing violently, uttering almost frantic, dreamlike cries, clearly having reached the peak of ecstasy once more.

Du Ke smiled contentedly, his still-erect penis continuing to grind against her trembling core. Suddenly, Du Ke withdrew his penis. The entranced Wen Hua cried out, feeling a sudden emptiness within her, a gush of slippery fluid instantly filling her entire vagina. The room fell silent except for their heavy breathing.

After a long while, Du Ke leaned close to Wen Hua's ear, gently nibbling her delicate earlobe, and softly asked, "Hua'er, did it taste good just now?"

Wen Hua murmured softly, burying her burning head in Du Ke's warm chest, but suppressing her shyness, she nodded.

Du Ke chuckled, kissed Wen Hua's bright red lips, and reached out to grab a handful of her soft, fleshy breasts, praising, "Hua'er, you look so beautiful."

Wen Hua felt shy and asked softly, "Really?"

"Of course it's true, I never lie, Hua'er, you look really captivating right now." Du Ke launched his sweet-talking offensive without changing his expression, making Wen Hua's heart flutter with joy.

Looking at the luscious, soft lips before him, their breath sweet and fragrant, Du Ke's lips met Wen Hua's full, moist lips again. Before she could react, his tongue swiftly entered her mouth, swirling and mingling with hers. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, passionately entwined, swallowing each other's sweet saliva.

After a long while, Du Ke released Wen Hua's slightly swollen lips, tightly embracing her soft, snow-white body, and said happily, "Hua'er, you're so good."

Feeling Zhang Pei's tenderness and love, Wen Hua's lips curved into a happy smile, and she gently rested her head against his chest, quietly savoring the warm and tender feeling.

"You big pervert, how were you so amazing just now?" Wen Hua asked shyly.

Du Ke solemnly pulled the *Su Nu Jing* (Classic of the Plain Girl) from the bundle by the bedside and said naturally, "Of course, it's thanks to this. Now I realize I knew nothing before, only blindly rushing in, without any thought of making my baby Hua'er happy first."

Hearing him blurt out the word "blindly rushing in," Wen Hua, both embarrassed and angry, pinched our poor pig's toe hard, making him tremble all over, but he dared not retaliate.

Seeing her beloved's frustrated expression, Wen Hua laughed radiantly, captivating hearts and souls. Suddenly, her gaze swept around and she noticed that his private parts were still erect. Thinking that he had endured it for her own pleasure, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. She murmured, "Ke Lang, isn't this very uncomfortable?"

Du Ke seemed puzzled, but following her gaze, he understood her meaning. He chuckled and said, "My darling Hua'er, do you want more?"

Wen Hua blushed with embarrassment, snorted, and turned away, ignoring him.

Du Ke gently embraced her from behind, whispering, "Silly girl, your husband is alright, go to sleep!" Wen Hua leaned back, and the two intertwined their necks in sleep.

Chapter 34 Golden Branch and Jade Leaf

After their lovemaking, they were both inevitably tired and fell asleep without realizing it. As Du Ke drifted off to sleep, he seemed to hear a woman's soft voice whispering something in his ear, but when he opened his eyes and looked around the room, it was empty.

"Hua'er... Hua'er..." Du Ke rushed out of the room and called out.

"Young master, your wife said she had important business to attend to and left first. She asked me to leave this place to you." The waiter rushed over upon hearing the news, speaking unhurriedly and taking out a piece of chiffon silk.

Du Ke was struck dumb, stunned for a long time, before he understood his beloved wife's predicament. She wanted to suffer the pain of separation alone, afraid that he would be heartbroken, so she left while he was sound asleep. Du Ke, dejected, returned to his room with the silk handkerchief and sat motionless on the bed.

The beauty was gone, but her lingering fragrance remained. Her unique, rich scent still lingered in the room, but she was now worlds apart, and years had passed; all the beautiful moments were now in vain. Even if he possessed a thousand kinds of charm, to whom could he speak of them? Du Ke remained dejected for a long time before remembering that she certainly wouldn't want to see him like this. He forced himself to pull himself together and gradually regained his previous optimistic and self-amusing attitude.

Time always passes faster than expected. It was dusk again, the sun setting in the west. On a plank road outside the east gate of Songzhou, a young man in a snow-white robe rode alone, leisurely. He had red lips, white teeth, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes—a handsome young man indeed. Yet, the loneliness on his face was palpable, making his figure, holding a silver spear at an angle, appear even more forlorn.

Naturally, this man was Du Ke, who had left helplessly at noon that day. He was strolling leisurely, completely unaware that dusk was falling and he had once again found himself in the middle of nowhere, a desolate wilderness. He would occasionally glance down at the silk handkerchief in his hand and sigh.

It was a genuine Suzhou-style chiffon silk handkerchief, clearly a personal item belonging to a young lady from a wealthy family. Two fluttering butterflies were embroidered in the upper left corner, while a lifelike red bean was embroidered in the lower right. In the center was a line of elegant poetry, Wang Wei's timeless poem, "Red Beans."

"Red beans grow in the south, how many branches will sprout in spring? I wish you would gather more, for this is the most cherished token of love." Du Ke recited slowly, a bitter smile on his face. The south—wasn't that the place they were going to? Yuezhou and Suzhou were both in the south, yet they were separated by thousands of miles. Even with deep affection, what could he do?

Before he knew it, night had fallen. The bright moon in the sky was as clear as the night before, but Du Ke's mood was completely different. Last night, he had been enjoying the company of his beloved, but tonight, "the desolation after parting is surely the same for both of us, most unbearable is the clear resentment under the bright moon." Du Ke had just settled his horse. He gathered some firewood, lit it, and sat alone under a crooked willow tree not far from the roadside. In early summer, the willow branches were lush and green, like a slender and graceful lady, shyly yet proudly displaying her beauty to all. The scenery along the way was the same, but Du Ke had no heart to appreciate it. Now he sat cross-legged, meditating to regulate his breathing, which had become slightly disordered due to his emotional distress.

The process of regulating his breathing was quick. The night was getting deeper, but Du Ke was wide awake. He stood up and looked up at the new moon hanging in the azure sky. The clear moonlight shone down, making him appear even more desolate and lonely.

In the dead of night, the vast, empty plains were utterly silent. Suddenly, the soft clatter of wheels broke the silence. Du Ke looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a quaint, elegant carriage slowly approaching. The carriage was a deep turquoise color, but layers of light turquoise gauze hung in front of the windows, obscuring the silhouettes of people inside. A gentle breeze stirred the gauze, reflecting the pale moonlight like ripples on a tranquil lake.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage was before Du Ke. The driver was a beautiful young woman in her early twenties, graceful and quiet yet possessing a lively spirit. As Du Ke was still wondering, a clear, melodious voice came from inside the carriage: "On such a beautiful night with the bright moon hanging in the sky, why does the young master appear so lonely and forlorn?"

Caught off guard, Du Ke paused slightly, only to see the young woman who had been driving lift the emerald green satin curtain and softly say, "Miss, it's late. There's a spacious meadow here; please make do with this night!" Emerging with the voice was a woman of unparalleled elegance, lightly made up. She wore a long, flowing chiffon dress that reached the ground, draped in a blue veil that made her appear ethereal and otherworldly. A white brocade belt cinched her waist, adding to her fresh and simple beauty. Her eyebrows were like willow branches, her eyes like lake water, her nose small and high, and her lips naturally red. Her skin was as white as snow, and every gesture exuded an air of refined elegance. Her three-foot-long black hair shone brightly, adorned with a simple yet elegant jade hairpin, exquisite without being extravagant, perfectly complementing her plain attire.

Du Ke, a man accustomed to beauties, had just parted ways with Wen Hua today, who was undoubtedly a stunning beauty. Yet, this woman, though beautiful, exuded an inexplicable distance, like a celestial maiden or Chang'e in her palace, detached from worldly concerns, utterly unlike anyone from this mortal realm. A faint fragrance wafted over, and Du Ke, regaining his composure, realized that the question he had asked earlier was from this woman before him. He replied naturally, "The stars tonight are not those of last night; for whom do I stand in the wind and dew all night? The scenery is the same, but the people are different. I was momentarily moved by the scene, and have disturbed your elegant moon-viewing pleasure, Miss. I am truly sorry." He then bowed slightly.

The woman smiled faintly, and her voice, as beautiful as her face, drifted from her lips: "Young master, you are too kind. Who in this world is without sorrow? I hope you can forget yesterday's gloom soon, cherish today's bright moon, and welcome tomorrow's brilliant sunshine."

Her words seemed to have a magical effect of inspiring people, and Du Ke felt all the gloom in his heart disappear. Thinking of the saying, "If love between two people lasts forever, why should they be together day and night?" he felt relieved. Smiling, he said, "Hearing your words is worth more than ten years of study. Thank you, young lady, I understand."

The woman nodded slightly, looking at Du Ke with grace and poise, and said, "May I ask if you know the late Madam Xie of the Du family of Chang'an?"

The Madam Xie the woman spoke of was Du Ke's mother, who had passed away 13 years ago. Du Ke was shocked, looking at the beautiful woman before him with an incredulous gaze, and murmured, "It has been thirteen years since my mother passed away. How do you know her?"

The woman smiled slightly and said, "Young Marquis, look at me more closely."

Du Ke saw clearly and even saw the outline of his mother in her seemingly unfamiliar face. His face turned pale instantly, and he murmured, "How can you look so much like my late mother?"

The maid beside him seemed unable to hold back any longer and burst out laughing, saying something startling: "Princess, look at that fool, you've scared him silly." The woman did not speak, but her smile widened.

Upon hearing the word "princess," Du Ke's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly recalled some family stories. He had been away for ten years, and had almost forgotten his family and relatives, only Wen Hua and the old steward mentioning some things to him after he returned home. The Xie family came from a prestigious clan, direct descendants of Xie An, the famous prime minister of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. One of their elder sisters had married into the palace and become a concubine of the late Emperor Shunzong, but had already passed away, leaving only a daughter. Now, seeing the woman before him as a princess, Du Ke understood and hurriedly bowed, saying, "May you be blessed with good health and happiness, elder sister. I was ignorant of etiquette before; please forgive me."

It turned out that the woman was Du Ke's cousin, Princess Xunyang, whose given name was Li Lingyun. She truly lived up to her name, possessing exceptional beauty and grace. The two had never met before, and to meet under such circumstances was truly unbelievable.

Du Ke was still in shock; after all, the sudden appearance of a blood relative with an elegant, ethereal, and otherworldly beauty was bound to stir his emotions. Suddenly, Du Ke remembered that this cousin had been married off to a distant land by imperial decree of the late Emperor Shunzong five years ago, at the beginning of the reign of Emperor Xianzong. Why was she here now? Although he had doubts, Du Ke was not an ignorant fool, nor would he ask questions without reason, lest they both feel awkward.

"Where are you headed, little brother? Why are you staying in this desolate place?" Now that they had recognized each other, they were blood relatives and had a natural closeness. The tone of his voice, which was like that of a taming princess, became less distant.

Du Ke, recovering from his initial shock, smiled slightly and recounted the trivial matters of his household, including his own personal experiences. For the sake of Hua'er's reputation, he omitted mentioning his romantic relationship with his sister-in-law.

The two were now sitting comfortably by the campfire, chatting amicably. Du Ke also learned much about Princess Xunyang from her. It turned out that Princess Xunyang's husband was a young general from a military family, who guarded the northern border for the Tang Dynasty. He had died three years ago in a war against the Turks. The three-year mourning period for the princess had ended. Because the couple had spent little time together and had no children, according to the rules of the Tang Dynasty royal family, a princess without children had the right to choose a husband and remarry, and did not have to remain a widow for life. Du Ke sensed that their marital relationship was rather bland; this was evident from the lack of emotional fluctuation in her tone when she spoke of her deceased husband, as if she were talking about a stranger. It made

sense, considering how many princesses and their husbands freely fell in love within the royal family. It was merely a matter of being forced to comply with the imperial decree, a compromise between them. Although Princess Xunyang had been married for five years, to outsiders she possessed none of the grace and charm of a mature woman, appearing no different from an unmarried young woman.

Princess Xunyang's destination was the same as Du Ke's—Suzhou Prefecture in Jiangnan. However, she was going to live in seclusion, unwilling to concern herself with worldly affairs, taking only a maidservant she had grown up with, to the outskirts of Suzhou to cultivate Taoism. (Of course, after meeting our all-powerful protagonist, her Taoist resolve would inevitably crumble and she would fall into depravity, it was inevitable, hehe.)

The two chatted amiably, both feeling as if they had known each other for a long time. Feeling completely at ease in front of his cousin, Du Ke regained his composure, speaking eloquently, which made the two women opposite him envious.

It turned out that one beauty had left, but two more had arrived. Du Ke began to thank Buddha in his dream for his blessing, so that he would no longer be lonely on this journey. April 26th,
Chapter 35: Traveling with Beauties.

Along the way, they chatted and laughed, accompanied by beautiful women. Du Kefang rallied, his handsome charm shining through. Princess Xunyang, being of royal lineage, was somewhat worldly; her maid, Qin'er, was completely captivated by our young master Ke.

It was another sunny day. An elegant green-curtained carriage slowly moved along a deserted boardwalk. Driving was a dashing young man, pulled steadily by two magnificent white horses, appearing quite relaxed.

Du Ke, driving the carriage, suddenly became interested and, clapping along, sang: "Young men of the Five Mausoleums, east of the Golden Market, riding silver-saddled white horses through the spring breeze. Where do they wander after treading through fallen flowers? Laughing, they enter the tavern of the Hu women." It was Li Bai's "A Young Man's Journey," and reciting it now was quite fitting. However, mentioning the Hu women's tavern in front of the royal princess was somewhat inappropriate, but fortunately, he had a carefree and natural mindset and hadn't considered this at all.

"Is this the kind of life you lead now that you've become a monk?" Princess Xunyang's clear and elegant voice came from inside the carriage.

"No, actually, Wang Wei's poem suits me better," Du Ke replied casually. As soon as he finished speaking, Princess Xunyang's beautiful and moving voice rose again: "Fine wine from Xin Feng costs ten thousand coins a jug, how many years have the chivalrous men of Xianyang roamed? Meeting with high spirits, we drink for you, tying our horses to the willows by the tall building."

"So, sister, you also read these poems?" Du Ke was slightly surprised.

"Not really. I've always heard my late husband read it aloud, so I'm naturally very familiar with the faces." Princess Xunyang's voice remained indifferent, as if nothing could stir any emotion in her.

Du Ke knew there were some things she didn't want to talk about, and understanding this, he quickly changed the subject, saying, "Sister, we're just ahead at Xuzhou Prefecture, where the Military Governor of Wuning is stationed. Military Governor Zhang Yin was a close friend of my ancestors, and we fought together with General Guo to quell the An Lushan Rebellion. Why don't we stay in Xuzhou for a few days and see the famous scenery of the Jianghuai region?"

Princess Xunyang calmly replied, "I'll decide on this matter." But then the maid Qin'er said, "Young master, Qin'er is from Xuzhou. I'll be your guide when the time comes."

Before she finished speaking, Princess Xunyang continued, "I've heard that Zhang Yin's beloved concubine, Miss Guan Panpan, is a renowned talented woman from a scholarly family. She is proficient in poetry and literature, and also possesses a beautiful singing voice and superb dancing skills." She could sing Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret" in one breath, and was renowned throughout the Xu and Si regions for her skill in performing the "Rainbow Feather Dance"; coupled with her stunning beauty and graceful figure, she captivated countless young noblemen. "My brother is fortunate enough to have seen such a beauty this time, making his trip to Jianghuai worthwhile."

Hearing such words from the ethereal beauty, Du Ke couldn't help but smile wryly, and said seriously, "Miss Guan is Lord Zhang's beloved concubine, and naturally, she is Du Ke's elder. How could I harbor such disrespect?"

Princess Xunyang then made an even more astonishing statement: "Lord Zhang is over sixty years old, while Miss Guan is in the prime of her youth. I believe Lord Zhang genuinely cherishes her talent and treats her like a daughter. They are husband and wife in name, but in reality, they are father and daughter."

These words made Du Ke's imagination run wild. Since experiencing the pleasures of womanhood with Wen Hua, Du Ke had become increasingly less concerned with the boundaries between men and women. If there was mutual attraction, he would never let a beautiful woman slip through his fingers, especially a stunning beauty like Guan Panpan. Of course, his cousin behind him was the one he longed for day and night, and he would never allow such a beauty to live out her days alone—a waste of talent that would sadden even the saints! Heh, Du Ke dared not utter these words aloud; he could only shake his head with a wry smile and head towards Wuning Prefecture.

Time passed relatively quickly, and after two days of travel, the three arrived at a vast, deserted grassland on the outskirts of Xuzhou. Qin'er was homesick, so Princess Xunyang let her ride home alone on horseback, and also prepare some things to inform Lord Zhang Yin.

It was the first time the two were alone together; although they were cousins, they had only met a few days prior, so they were naturally quite uncomfortable. Since he intended to bring this beautiful woman into his harem, Du Ke naturally couldn't just wait idly. After some thought, he decided to take the initiative and asked, "May I ask how old Sister Lingyun is this year?"

Du Ke's unexpected question caught Li Lingyun off guard. She paused for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and two unprecedented blushes appeared on her fair, ethereal cheeks. She said lightly, "Why do you ask such questions, little brother?" In ancient times, a woman's birth date was extremely confidential. Besides her parents and closest relatives, only her husband's family knew. Moreover, Du Ke's form of address had changed abruptly; there were very few in the world who could address a princess by her given name.

Du Ke chuckled and changed the subject, reciting aloud: "Since ancient times, Pengcheng has been one of the nine provinces, where dragons and tigers have fought for thousands of years; golden willows on Huangmaogang, red apricot blossoms blooming at Swallow Tower; the sheng playing softly before Xima Terrace, music flowing leisurely on Yunlong Mountain; Gao Xiang fighting before Jiuli Mountain, Jing An cultivating in Baiyun Cave; Zifang Mountain a blessed land, the tomb of the mother of the king's mother remaining for eternity; where is the Chu-Han Contention now? Only the Hengbo River flows eastward." This was a poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang when he served as the prefect of Xuzhou. Now, with Xuzhou approaching, Du Ke's recitation was truly fitting.

Li Lingyun, being a princess, had been well-versed in poetry and literature since childhood. Hearing his spirited words, she couldn't help but smile slightly, but inwardly she was bewildered. How could her heart, as calm as an ancient well, be moved time and time again by this bright young man before her? Could he really be the person who appeared in her master's Three Lives Mirror? Thinking of this, her heart couldn't help but pound.

Each lost in their own thoughts, they said nothing more. Seeing that it was getting late and they knew they wouldn't reach the town by hurrying, they had no choice but to spend the night in the desolate wilderness.

"Lingyun, I'll sleep under the tree over there. Call me if you need anything; I'm not a deep sleeper." In the darkness, Du Ke's teeth gleamed brightly in the campfire. He was usually a carefree person, but now he had unconsciously changed his form of address, even omitting "sister," which made their relationship seem even closer.

Li Lingyun lifted a curtain and looked at the unruly man sleeping soundly by the campfire, her heart churning with turmoil. This address of "Lingyun" was only used by her deceased mother, father, and three of her closest brothers. Even her late husband of five years had only ever addressed her respectfully as "Princess." Li Lingyun slowly alighted from the carriage and walked quietly to Du Ke's side. Looking at his innocent, handsome face in his sleep, she couldn't help but recall that night three years ago.

It was a dark and windy night. Just as she was about to go to sleep, she returned to her room alone, only to find her mentor, whom she hadn't seen for ten years, standing alone before a bronze mirror in a tight-fitting black robe. She was utterly astonished; since her marriage to the Tian family of Wei Bo, her master had never seen her again.

"Yun'er, your husband died in battle a day ago on the banks of the Wuding River. Your master has come to tell you this so you can be prepared," a clear, melodious female voice said.

She shuddered, her face filled with disbelief. Her husband was the son of the Wei Bo military governor, the heir to a high-ranking official position, a warlord—how could he have died so easily? Although their relationship wasn't particularly close, they had been together for three years. Even ordinary friends would have developed some affection for each other; his sudden death was something no one could accept.

"Don't be surprised or sad. He wasn't the one destined for you. It's good that you're free now; you can start a new life. Tian Yun's death concerns the fate of the Li Tang dynasty. You understand that the conflict between the local warlords and the central government is escalating, and even your beloved elder brother, Emperor Xianzong, is helpless. I think after you observe three years of mourning, he will personally send someone to bring you back to the palace. He feels guilty for failing the late emperor's will, and his heart is no less burdened than yours. Don't blame him; the current situation is extremely unfavorable for your Li Tang royal family. The century of chaos at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty is still fresh in our minds, and your brother will absolutely not allow himself to become the next emperor with only a title and no power."

Hearing this, Li Lingyun understood seven or eight parts of the situation. Born into an imperial family, many things are beyond one's control; it has always been so, and she was merely one of them. She was simply a key bargaining chip in the political deal between the royal family and the Tian family of Weibo, sent far away in marriage. She was fortunate; the relationship between Weibo and the royal family was relatively peaceful, and her father-in-law and husband treated her with great respect. She had hoped to live a peaceful life, but she was once again drawn into the struggles of worldly power, unable to extricate herself.

Just as Li Lingyun was feeling lost and confused, her master's clear voice rang out again: "There's nothing we can do about it. The Tian family of Weibo is currently the largest warlord in the land. No one knows if Tian Hongzheng harbors the ambition of Cao Cao to 'command the princes with the emperor'—this has always been a worry for your brother. After the An Lushan Rebellion, the glorious prestige of the Tang Dynasty was a thing of the past. Even though Emperors Suzong, Daizong, Dezong, and Shunzong devoted their lives to trying to revive the Tang's glory, they were powerless to do so and died with regret. The current emperor embodies the aspirations of several generations, and thanks to the efforts of his predecessors, the situation in the land has improved considerably. Since the Yuanhe era, Emperor Xianzong humbly accepted advice and diligently governed, which is why the Tang Dynasty has..." "Signs of recovery. You know, your elder brother, Emperor Xianzong, was an ambitious and capable emperor. After ascending the throne, he 'read the Veritable Records of past emperors, and saw the stories of the Zhenguan and Kaiyuan eras, and was so awed that he could not put the books down.' He took Emperor Taizong's founding of the dynasty and Emperor Xuanzong's governance as his models. In order to correct the situation of the court's power weakening and the power of the regional military governors expanding, he enhanced the authority of the prime minister, quelled the rebellions of the regional military governors, and caused 'all under order, and discipline was restored,' resulting in the 'restoration of the Tang Dynasty.' As the contemporary guardian of the Li Tang imperial family, your master must fully support Emperor Xianzong's policies to comfort the spirits of the previous emperors in heaven."

Li Lingyun was stunned for a moment and said, "I wonder what Master wants Yun'er to do this time?" "

You only need to properly observe three years of mourning for Tian Yun, so as to appease the regional military governors and give your elder brother time to realize his ambitions," said the woman in black robes.

As if remembering something, Li Lingyun snapped out of her reverie from three years ago and murmured, "Is he the one destined for me? Master, could you please tell me?"

Chapter 36 Jianghuai Socialite

While Li Lingyun was immersed in reminiscing about the past, our male protagonist comfortably rolled over and slept soundly, probably still dreaming of "battling" three hundred rounds with his beautiful concubine, looking like a drooling lecher, completely lacking the elegant demeanor and graceful bearing of a young master of a marquis's mansion. His lecherous nature was fully exposed to the Li Tang princess.

Du Ke's words in his dream were extremely erotic, making the originally elegant and refined beauty blush. She was so ashamed that she hid in the carriage and refused to come out. The night passed without incident. When Du Ke woke up in the morning, he seemed as if nothing had happened and drove straight to Xuzhou Prefecture.

When the two arrived at the gate of Xuzhou City, the maid Qin'er was already waiting anxiously there. Du Ke hurriedly stopped the carriage, only to hear Qin'er urgently say, "Young Master, Miss, something terrible has happened! Lord Zhang Yin has been dead for two years, and the current Military Governor of Wuning is Lord Wang."

Du Ke was shocked and quickly went to inquire with a local resident. It turned out that Zhang Yin had died of illness in Xuzhou two years ago and was buried in Beiman Mountain, Luoyang. With the fall of the Zhang family, the concubines in the Zhang household quickly scattered, each going their own way. Only the young and beautiful Guan Panpan could not forget her husband's love and vowed to remain chaste for Zhang Yin. After the Zhang household changed hands, she moved alone to the Swallow Tower at the foot of Yunlong Mountain on the outskirts of Xuzhou, accompanied only by an elderly servant. The two of them lived a life almost completely isolated from the world in the Swallow Tower.

Located in the western suburbs of Xuzhou, Swallow Tower boasts a picturesque setting nestled against the mountains and facing the water. It was a villa specially built by Zhang Yin for Guan Panpan before his death. A clear stream flows in front of the tower, lined with weeping willows, creating an elegant and pleasant atmosphere. This was the name Guan Panpan and Zhang Yin had jointly chosen for the tower. In the past, Guan Panpan and Zhang Yin would watch the sunset from Swallow Tower and stroll leisurely along the willow-lined banks of the stream. Now, though the scenery remains the same, everything has changed. Guan Panpan no longer sings or dances, nor does she bother with grooming. Two years have passed in this way. Guan Panpan's loyalty to her former love and her unwavering fidelity have won the pity and admiration of many, both near and far. Everyone who mentions her speaks of her with admiration and sighs.

Du Ke and his two companions had come to Xuzhou to visit their deceased family friend, Zhang Yin. Now, with the circumstances drastically changed and everything transformed, they had no desire to enter Xuzhou city again.

The three of them drove their carriage out of the city. Li Lingyun said, "Brother, let's go see the Swallow Tower at the foot of Yunlong Mountain in the suburbs. It'll be a way to pay our respects to Lord Zhang and also to visit Miss Guan, who vowed to remain chaste for him." Du Ke, eager to catch a glimpse of the beauty, was delighted and naturally agreed. They asked the locals for directions and headed towards the foot of Yunlong Mountain in the western suburbs.

Before long, the carriage arrived at the western suburbs. The area was vast and open, with only one elegant little building in the distance, built against the mountain and beside the water, its upturned eaves resembling a swallow in flight. This must be the famous Swallow Tower of Jianghuai.

To show respect to the host, the three of them alighted from the carriage and walked to the tower. The door was slightly ajar. As they approached, they saw the graceful figure of a young woman slowly emerge from within. She wore a simple, plain white long brocade robe, with intricate and vigorous branches embroidered on the fabric with dark brown silk thread, and blooming plum blossoms embroidered with peach-pink silk thread, extending from the hem of the skirt to her waist. A wide, dark purple belt cinched her slender waist, highlighting her graceful figure and giving her an elegant yet noble air. Over this, she wore a light purple open gauze robe, which shimmered with every movement. A jade pendant hung at her waist, adding a touch of scholarly refinement. She wore a milky-white jade bracelet on her wrist, and her unusually long hair was styled in a slightly intricate way with purple and white ribbons, truly living up to her extraordinary beauty. A touch of rose essence smeared on her hair, emitting a captivating fragrance. A jade hairpin, crafted in the shape of a bamboo leaf, adorned her hair, making it seem as if she were wearing a stalk of bamboo in her hair. Her thin, long bangs were neatly trimmed. Her willow-leaf eyebrows, drawn in charcoal black, further accentuated her delicate skin. Her alluring phoenix eyes shone brightly with every glance, and a touch of pink rouge gave her skin a rosy glow. A simple application of light red lipstick completed her stunning appearance. Even the

usually composed Du Kejia was stunned, murmuring, "Autumn waters for her spirit, jade for her bones, a face like a lotus, eyebrows like willows. Clearly a goddess from the Jade Pool of the Moon Palace, I cannot believe such beauty exists in the mortal world." Seeing his dazed expression, the maid Qin'er beside him couldn't help but chuckle, finally bringing the dazed man back to his senses.

After all, she was a princess of the royal family, someone who had seen many grand occasions. Princess Xunyang took the lead in greeting him, saying, "Sister, you must be Miss Guan. We were deeply saddened to hear of Lord Zhang's passing and have come here to offer our condolences and comfort his spirit in heaven."

The woman stared at them, her eyes filled with surprise, and said, "May I ask what your relationship is with my late husband? He passed away two years ago and has long since been laid to rest. I hope you will not disturb us." Her tone was cold and distant, subtly indicating that she was about to see them out. As she spoke, the woman (Guan Panpan, a member of the male protagonist's harem) glanced at Li Lingyun, her eyes also full of admiration. After all, everyone has an appreciation for beauty, regardless of gender.

Princess Xunyang was clearly dressed up specially today. She wore a light white palace dress, elegant yet with an ethereal quality. The wide skirt flowed behind her, exuding elegance and nobility. Her jet-black hair was simply tied into a flying fairy bun, with a few round pearls casually adorning her hair, making her dark hair even more lustrous. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and a faint smile played on her red lips.

Du Ke, recovering from the initial amazement at Guan Panpan's beauty, said solemnly, "My name is Du Ke, grandson of Du Shang, the Marquis of Jingzhao. My grandfather served under Lord Guo alongside Lord Zhang, and they were close friends. I learned from my grandfather that Lord Zhang was brave and righteous in his youth, possessing a chivalrous spirit. I have come today to pay my respects, and I hope Miss Guan will grant me this favor."

Guan Panpan paused, turning her gaze from Princess Xunyang to Du Ke, following the sound of his voice. She then realized that this young master from a prominent family in Jingzhao was exceptionally handsome. He possessed fair skin and a pair of dazzling black eyes that seemed to see through past lives. His smile was like a crescent moon, while his solemnity was like a cold star. He had a straight nose, and his lips were a deep pink. His laughter was as sweet as a feather falling from the sky, while his silence was as cold as ice. His profile was sharply defined, with distinct yet gentle features, making him unforgettable. Guan Panpan, having come from a background in the world of pleasure and accustomed to the ways of wealthy playboys, was drawn to Du Ke's unique, innocent charm. Having seen countless men, this was the first time she had encountered a young man whose eyes held no possessiveness upon first meeting her. Du Ke's eyes were pure and far-reaching, devoid of any impurities, displaying only a sincere appreciation and praise for all beauty in the world, unlike the wickedness often seen in men of this corrupt society. This was, of course, also due to Du Ke's free-spirited and unrestrained childlike heart, which allowed him to transcend worldly concerns and possess such a unique charm.

After a long while, sensing that the newcomer meant no harm, Guan Panpan said, "Alright, everyone, please follow me to my godfather's memorial hall to pay your respects." Unconsciously, she lowered her guard, even uttering the term "godfather," a term rarely used by outsiders. In fact, Princess Xunyang's initial deduction was not wrong. Zhang Yin was a renowned minister of his time, a role model for scholars and soldiers throughout the land. How could he, in his old age, disregard social norms and reputation to marry a young courtesan in the prime of her life? He truly pitied her tragic past and admired her talent. Having no daughter of his own, he redeemed her from the brothel and raised her as his adopted daughter. Perhaps fearing that after his death, lecherous men would come knocking, he announced that he had taken a new wife, thus warding off any frivolous advances.

Their happiness was short-lived; after two years of father-daughter bliss, Zhang Yin passed away due to an old illness. Guan Panpan, having experienced a great upheaval in her childhood, had long seen through the ways of the world. To prevent anyone from disturbing her peaceful life, she announced that she would remain chaste for her "deceased husband" and live in seclusion in the deserted western suburbs.

Du Ke and the other two offered incense before Zhang Yin's memorial tablet in the mourning hall. Just as they were about to leave, Guan Panpan said, "Princess, you are of noble birth. Your journey has been arduous. Why not stay at my humble abode for a few days to rest? Let me, as your host, show you the sights of Jianghuai."

Seeing her intention to keep them, the others couldn't refuse and stayed. Evening soon arrived, and the group enjoyed dinner together. The mountain delicacies and simple tea were surprisingly delicious. Du Ke had a great appetite, and the presence of the two stunning beauties made the meal even more appealing. He ate his fill, still savoring the aftertaste.

Guan Panpan came from a traditional Jiangnan scholarly family, was well-versed in poetry and literature, and possessed a beautiful singing voice and superb dancing skills. She could sing Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret" in one breath, and was renowned throughout the Xu and Si regions for her mastery of the "Rainbow Feather Dance." Coupled with her unparalleled beauty and graceful figure, she captivated countless noble young men. Her enchanting dance at the banquet seemed to transport everyone back to the Hall of Longevity in Chang'an a century ago. Her smile could charm for eternity; though the imperial concubine had perished, her spirit seemed to have been reincarnated, leaving Du Ke utterly mesmerized, lost in the moment. "

Her drunken charm is irresistible, like a peony swaying in the breeze." Bai Juyi, who had witnessed Guan Panpan's dance, had described her in this way, but now Du Ke felt even more strongly that Bai Juyi's words were untrue. Such natural beauty could not be described in words. Having already tasted the pleasures of love, Du Ke's heart fluttered, his soul wandering. He thought that if he could enjoy a single night of pleasure with this peerless beauty, what would it matter if he sacrificed ten years of his lifespan?

Chapter 37 Seducing

the Beauty Guan Panpan's captivating dance left Du Ke dumbfounded. Li Lingyun quietly left early, taking Qin'er with her to visit Qin'er's relatives in her hometown, where they would stay for a few days. Du Ke, blinded by lust, paid no heed to the departure of the beautiful woman, happily drinking and reveling, completely forgetting where he was.

A night of revelry ensued. Waking in the morning, still grieving from the previous night's excessive drinking, Du Ke found himself with a terrible headache. Guan Panpan, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, was truly a charming woman. As soon as Du Ke finished washing up, she brought him a bowl of hot hangover tea. Du Ke quickly downed it, feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

Du Ke needed to wait for Li Lingyun and her servant to return, so it was inconvenient to leave now. Unfortunately, the large Yanzi Tower was quite deserted. Aside from an elderly and frail servant, only the two of them remained, a lonely man and a solitary woman. Since Wen Hua's departure, Du Ke had long been deprived of the pleasures of a woman's touch and dared not approach too closely, fearing that his lust might overwhelm him and lead him to commit something shameful that would dishonor the Du family.

Guan Panpan, of course, saw through his lustful thoughts but lacked the courage to act on them, merely chuckled, and continued to walk unabashedly before him. Today, she was dressed even more alluringly, driving Du Ke to the brink of madness, his enormous member throbbing uncomfortably.

Guan Panpan seemed intent on teasing this handsome young man today. She wore a sheer, rose-scented gauze bodice made of sheer, translucent silk, cinched at the waist with a soft, emerald-green floral skirt, and over it, a flowing white, plum-patterned, sheer gauze dress. Her waist was slender as a willow, her shoulders delicately sculpted, her skin like jade, and her fragrance like a delicate orchid. She was truly "a beauty like a lotus emerging from water, charming and alluring

, with a captivating allure." In terms of pure appearance, Guan Panpan was slightly inferior to Wen Hua and Li Lingyun. However, her family had suffered a great upheaval in her childhood, forcing her to spend many years in the world of courtesans. Although she had escaped prostitution with Zhang Yin's help and become a respectable woman, her innate seductive charm remained. She also possessed a touch of refined elegance, reminiscent of a scholarly young lady, which complemented her natural allure, making her irresistibly attractive to Du Ke, a young man full of vigor. Furthermore, with her deliberate gestures and alluring poses, she displayed her captivating charm, truly mesmerizing.

At this moment, Du Ke sat upright in the living room, meditating with his eyes closed, mouth focused, and mind at ease, displaying the dignified demeanor of a noble young master—truly the image of a man who could remain unmoved even with a woman in his lap. But beautiful women often possess a certain arrogance. Seeing his composure, Guan Panpan felt a surge of resentment, feeling her dignity being disregarded, and thus became even more proactive. Ah, such a stunning beauty, about to fall into the wolf's den again.

She gracefully brewed a cup of tea, personally carrying it to Du Ke, and said in her still alluring voice, "Young Master Du, I have specially brewed a pot of tea, the finest Biluochun, a specialty of Jiangnan. I suppose you have lived in the Central Plains for a long time; why not have a taste?" With

such a beautiful woman beside him, Du Ke had no real interest in regulating his inner energy; he was merely putting on an act. After his passionate encounter with Wen Hua, he was no longer the naive young man fresh out of the monastery. Seeing a beautiful woman personally offering herself to him, how could he refuse? Du Ke naturally stood up, approaching with a gentle, charming smile. He took the teacup from her hand, his other hand holding her smooth, boneless hand, unwilling to let go.

Guan Panpan had only thought him a shy, introverted novice; she never imagined he would be so skilled and bold. A wicked smile played on his handsome face, making this so-called "veteran" lower her head in embarrassment.

Having succeeded once, Du Ke wasn't about to stop. He tilted his head back and drank the tea in one gulp, as if drinking wine, shaking his head meaningfully, saying, "This tea is fragrant but lacks sweetness; that's precisely its flaw."

Tea is inherently slightly bitter, and Du Ke's words annoyed Guan Panpan. She tilted her

head back and retorted, "Could it be that Young Master Du has ever tasted sweet tea before? That would be a great shame, I beg you to enlighten me." Du Ke's wicked smile deepened, but he didn't answer. Instead, he led her to the main seat in the living room, put down his teacup, and stared intently at her beautiful face.

Guan Panpan felt uneasy under his gaze, and the warm, firm touch on her hand made her panic. Just as she was about to lower her head, a hand reached out to her.

Du Ke naturally wrapped one arm around her slender waist, while the other hand gently pinched her delicate chin, lifting her flushed face. His handsome face drew closer, and he spoke in a seductive, gentle voice, "I believe Miss Guan's saliva is the sweetest nectar in the world, and I'd like to taste it today. Would Miss Guan be willing?"

His expression was sincere and affectionate, yet his words were extremely frivolous, making him the epitome of a lecherous rogue, a stark contrast to his earlier dignified and composed demeanor. The speed of this change caught Guan Panpan, a seasoned veteran, completely off guard. Before she could react, a pair of warm lips, carrying a strong masculine scent, were already pressed against hers. She felt a tremor run through her body and collapsed into his arms like a girl experiencing the pleasures of first love.

Du Ke tightened his grip, pulling her closer. Seeing her shy, languid expression, he suddenly cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head to cover her lips with his own. Guan Panpan let out a soft moan, her arms draped around his neck. Feeling this handsome young man's eager exploration, her heart fluttered. She parted her lips and secretly let his slippery tongue inside.

Du Ke teased and prodded her mouth, filling it with fragrant saliva, then occasionally withdrew his tongue. After several attempts, he finally coaxed her tender tongue to follow, quickly capturing it and sucking it passionately. Guan Panpan had never tasted such pleasure before. She was instantly aroused by this lustful man, her body burning and her breath sizzling, yet she still let his tender tongue dart about.

At this moment, both felt an extraordinary connection with each other. A passionate kiss clung to their bodies, their lower bodies intertwined and caressing each other. They both longed to become one. Du Ke, unable to restrain himself, suddenly released the beauty's softness and leaned down to kiss her bare, snow-white neck.

Guan Panpan, since leaving her profession three years ago, had never touched a man. How could she resist such a fatal touch? Coupled with her already affection for him, her heart felt as if it had fallen into a honey pot, sweet and blissful, losing all sense of direction.

Although Du Ke was naturally unrestrained and disregarded social norms and laws, he wasn't so foolish as to savor the beauty in the public living room. After indulging in his witty banter for a while, he sat the delicate, boneless beauty in his arms on the main wicker chair, grinning as he leaned closer and asked, "My beauty, was it delicious just now?"

Hearing his flirtatious teasing, Guan Panpan realized how shameful her earlier actions had been. Although she had been unable to control herself, a young woman should still maintain some decorum. She glared at the lecherous man and scolded, "Put me down right now! If Granny Wang (the old servant) sees us, it'll be incredibly embarrassing!"

Du Ke merely smiled slightly, showing no intention of putting her down. He chuckled wickedly, "Then let's go to Pan'er's boudoir, that way no one will see." He changed his form of address, subtly shortening the distance between them.

Guan Panpan was completely captivated by his tender and affectionate "Pan'er," finding the handsome young man before her even more alluring. Losing all her composure, she simply nodded slightly and murmured an "Mmm."

Du Ke knew that such a beauty should be savored slowly; to rush into it would be a waste. His smile deepened, and he lifted her delicate body, cupping her plump buttocks in his hands. Through her thin, soft gauze skirt, his fingers dug deep, instantly creating ten dimples on her snowball-like mounds.

Guan Panpan felt a surge of electricity coursing through her body, her snow-white skin trembling slightly. A sensation both intense and indescribably beautiful transformed into a trembling, delicate cry from her throat.

Du Ke was clearly very pleased with her reaction. Overwhelmed with desire, he lowered his head and kissed her glistening lips. Guan Panpan was also aroused. With a soft "oh," a nimble, cunning tongue slid into his mouth like a snake. The two kissed passionately, Guan Panpan frequently letting out soft breaths, her voice like the low moans of a lovesick deer, making Du Ke even more unable to resist. At this moment, the two were like two greedy children, desperately seeking each other's saliva. They embraced tightly, wishing they could meld into each other's bodies.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally separated, panting. Guan Panpan gently stroked Du Ke's handsome face, which was burning with desire, and murmured, "I've kept myself pure for three years, thinking I'd spend my life as a scholar, but who knew I'd meet you, you big lecher! Your lustful eyes have been staring at me unabashedly from the very beginning. When I realized my heart was racing and my face was flushed from your gaze, I knew I was falling for you..."

Du Ke felt the overwhelming affection from the beautiful woman, and it was truly hard to resist her kindness. He had originally intended to take advantage of her and then stop, but now he couldn't listen to anything. Just as he was about to say something, a slender, delicate finger sealed his slightly parted lips. Then, Guan Panpan continued, "Du Lang, you don't need to say anything more. Panpan understands. Panpan knows you are a man of great ambition, and you won't waste your youth on the tenderness of romance. Although I am a courtesan, I was once a well-educated and virtuous woman, and I won't cling to you. Panpan will wait for you at the Swallow Tower. After you achieve success, Panpan only wishes to be your concubine, accompanying you for life."

She was once a renowned courtesan, famous throughout the land, with countless wealthy merchants spending lavishly on her. All that glory and wealth was like fleeting smoke. Now, having met her true love, she only wished to "wait until the fleeting pleasures and turbulent emotions are gone, and then accompany you in solitude." Truly admirable. Du Ke, with his keen mind, immediately understood her meaning. He didn't explain anything, but the look in his eyes changed from desire to genuine love and respect. Du Ke tightened his embrace, their bodies filled with tenderness, feeling as if they were the only two people in the world, their breaths mingling.

Chapter 38: A Womanizer

Du Ke was a seasoned veteran, handling such ambiguous situations with ease. He nibbled at the beauty's earlobe, whispering seductively, "Your Du Lang wants to devour Pan'er right now. How about taking Pan'er to your boudoir?"

Guan Panpan felt weak and listless, yet a sliver of clarity remained in her mind. Thinking that it was the early morning sun, how could she do such a shameful thing? She hurriedly shook her head, whispering shyly, "No, Du Lang. If you really want it, come to my room tonight. I will serve you well."

Seeing that she still retained a sliver of consciousness and hadn't accepted his absurd suggestion made during the day, Du Ke's wicked smile deepened. Without replying, he leaned down and passionately kissed her fair and beautiful neck. Guan Panpan clearly enjoyed his passionate kisses, wrapping her arms around Du Ke's neck, her full, soft cherry lips slightly parted, alluring, her breath sweet as orchids.

Du Ke chuckled, his greedy mouth aimed at her moist, sweet lips. The moment their four burning lips touched, they both trembled and writhed as if electrocuted.

Now, caught in the heat of their passionate kiss, they were like two computers with their memory wiped, their minds blank, completely devoid of thought, only able to continue their previous sensual physical activity and exchange of bodily fluids through sheer instinct.

Du Ke was never one to be passive; his warm lips and tongue forcefully pressed against Guan Panpan's defenseless, soft pink lips, teasing her little pink tongue inside her mouth, compelling her to cooperate. Long deprived, Guan Panpan, under Du Ke's unrestrained release, experienced an attack even more intense and fierce than before. Completely exhausted, she couldn't discern the source of that limp, weak feeling.

Du Ke's burning lips met Guan Panpan's sweet and delicious mouth, filled with the fragrance of jade nectar. At the same time, his two restless hands attacked her private parts. Although it was through the smooth brocade, Du Ke could still clearly feel Guan Panpan's high breasts and smooth, delicate skin.

Lost in passion, Guan Panpan's cherry-like lips were sealed by Du Ke's kiss, her delicate nose emitting soft, alluring moans as she was completely immersed in the exquisite pleasure of the wet kiss. Her voluptuous body writhed irregularly up and down, left and right, due to the tingling and itching sensation, in order to cooperate with Du Ke's hands and gain greater comfort and pleasure. Long deprived of intimacy, Guan Panpan quickly succumbed to Du Ke's irresistible lust, her sensitive body surrendering completely.

Du Ke, with just a simple physical touch, had stirred her passion, igniting the fire hidden within her. Could it be that doing it in the living room really did stimulate the secretion of female hormones? Du Ke, with his innocent heart, didn't even need to look to know that Guan Panpan's mysterious inverted triangle area was now covered in a sticky, slippery substance, burning with passion and surging with desire.

Tormented by lust and passion, Du Ke stared intently at the beautiful face so close to his, wanting to say something but unable to find the words. Perhaps his previous attraction to Guan Panpan was superficial, simply drawn to her delicate beauty and charm. But Du Ke was certain that as his body intensified, he was developing different feelings for Guan Panpan. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, only a vague sense.

After a long while, just as Guan Panpan felt herself suffocating, Du Ke finally released her luscious red lips, a silver line shimmering between them. Du Ke gazed deeply into her captivating, sparkling eyes, his voice calm yet firm: "Panpan, may I possess your body now?"

Guan Panpan saw the determination in Du Ke's eyes, a gaze both intense and clear, knowing he truly cared about her feelings. Feeling both shy and delighted that Du Ke respected her wishes, Guan Panpan reached out her warm, smooth hand and gently stroked his handsome cheek. Her eyes were tender as she whispered, "My dear husband, everything about Panpan, including my body and my heart, will belong entirely to you." Before she finished speaking, a hint of shyness flashed in her beautiful eyes, and Guan Panpan proactively sealed Du Ke's burning lips with a kiss.

Overjoyed at receiving his beauty's promise, Du Ke disregarded the fact that it was early morning. He half-embraced, half-carried Guan Panpan, and quickly led her to her room.

Guan Panpan's boudoir was elegant and serene, with a captivating fragrance—a typical young lady's room. This wasn't Du Ke's first time in a girl's room, and he certainly wouldn't be his last.

On the soft, embroidered couch, Du Ke gently untied Guan Panpan's beautiful white plum blossom-patterned gossamer gauze dress, greedily staring at her almost naked body, her face flushed crimson. The delicate, snow-white breasts, rosy cherries, and the alluring valley beneath the rose-scented gauze bra were more tempting than complete exposure.

Du Ke's hands trembled uncontrollably as he grasped the pure, delicate, snow-white mounds beneath the rose-scented gauze bra, as if they were precious porcelain, easily shattered.

"Mmm..." A barely audible moan reached Du Ke's ears, yet it was so clear and alluring. Guan Panpan, whose pure, delicate breasts hadn't been touched by a man in a long time, was exceptionally sensitive; a blush of shyness quickly spread across her beautiful face.

The moment he touched her firm, full breasts, the incredibly soft and tender sensation sent a shiver down Du Ke's spine. Instinctively, he gripped those trembling, proudly erect breasts tightly, reluctant to let go. Even through the rose-scented gauze bodice, he could clearly feel the incomparably delicate texture in his hands. If it was like this through the brocade, how tender and smooth would it be to truly touch and caress Guan Panpan's soft, full breasts?

The mere thought of the sensual thrill was enough to send Du Ke's heart pounding uncontrollably. Seeing Guan Panpan's delicate, pure beauty and her incomparably rosy cheeks, his heart surged with overwhelming

desire. He leaned down and whispered wickedly into the earlobe of the beautiful woman, whose eyes were shyly closed, "Hehe, Panpan, why don't you open your eyes?" Guan Panpan, her heart in turmoil, nervously and shyly flinched, her delicate eyelashes trembling slightly. She suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, a hint of shyness flashing across her face, and said reproachfully, "You're bullying me." The beauty's shy anger was a captivating and alluring quality. Du Ke smiled wickedly and said, "Hehe, then how about this, you bully me instead, like this." As soon as he finished speaking, Du Ke forcefully grabbed Guan Panpan's breast.

The unusual tingling sensation emanating from her exceptionally sensitive, delicate body made Guan Panpan feel incredibly ashamed. Her heart fluttered, her eyes glazed over, and she could no longer bear Zhang Pei's burning, wicked gaze. She closed her beautiful eyes tightly and whispered, "You...you're a scoundrel..." Du Ke wore a leisurely expression and chuckled mischievously, "A scoundrel? You'll see how good your brother is in a moment." Hearing his shameful teasing words and feeling the burning heat from Du Ke's large hand gripping her delicate body, Guan Panpan felt both ashamed and agitated. She closed her beautiful eyes tightly, ignoring him.

Seeing the beauty's shy silence, Du Ke smiled wickedly and lightly kissed Guan Panpan's smooth, exquisite face. It was soft and tender, so well-maintained! Her delicate eyebrows, soft and warm closed eyes, straight and pert nose, and beautifully shaped rosy cheeks all made Du Ke's desire burn even hotter. Ying's delicate earlobes and her fragrant, sweet, and tender red lips made Du Ke unable to control himself, kissing and sucking them wildly.

Guan Panpan closed her beautiful eyes shyly, and when Du Ke's moist, burning heat gently sucked and licked her tender, sensitive earlobes, a slight tremor rose in her heart. Du Ke's greedy lips pressed heavily on her bright, tender, and soft red lips, his hands gently cupping her head, kissing and sucking her tender, tender red lips wildly.

He didn't know how much time had passed before Du Ke finally gave up on her two lips . Their lips, a vibrant, luscious red, locked in a passionate embrace. His hot, full lips slid down Guan Panpan's delicate, upturned jawline, down to her swan-like, graceful neck, her snow-white, radiant skin, her soft, supple collarbone, and her rounded, slender shoulders—all captivating him.

Du Ke lingered for a long time on the glimpse of her white, translucent skin peeking out from between the thin fabric of her dress. The skin beneath her lips was so sweet, fragrant, smooth, and delicate, and the two mounds beside it... The soft, supple flesh of her breasts made him want to bite and chew them whole, if he weren't afraid of breaking her heart.

When the strange, tingling, ticklish sensation, like ants gently biting, came from her sacred side, Guan Panpan parted her lips slightly and let out a soft moan. The tingling, almost numbing sensation, along with the thought of her beloved kissing her pure and innocent body, made her heart flutter and her face flush… Du Ke reluctantly continued downwards from that incredibly soft and smooth edge for quite some time. The kiss, hot and burning, passed over the incredibly smooth and delicate skin of her slender waist, and lingered for a long time on the round and alluring navel on Guan Panpan's smooth abdomen.

The unexpected and strange stimulation from her navel caused Guan Panpan's long, slender, snow-white skin to tense abruptly, and her delicate, white toes to stiffen involuntarily. Having only had a few experiences of intimacy, and those were merely reluctant encounters, Guan Panpan was now faced with an overwhelming surge of desire within her. The tingling, itchy pleasure made her blush and her heart pound like a deer's.

Du Ke kissed Guan Panpan's round, beautiful, small, and adorable navel for a long time before lifting his head to undress this charming young woman. Undressing

was one of his strengths; Du Ke gently pulled Guan Panpan's blushing, beautiful head into his arms, slowly lifting her upper body and removing the rose-scented gauze bra from her snow-white, glistening soft skin. Slowly, it fell away.

Faced with her beloved man's actions, Guan Panpan didn't refuse. However, the thought of her pure and flawless beauty being exposed without any cover under Du Ke's burning gaze made her heart even more shy and embarrassed. A captivating blush quickly spread across her originally flawless, snow-white body.

Faced with her beloved man's actions, Guan Panpan didn't refuse. However, the thought of her pure and flawless beauty being exposed without any cover under Du Ke's burning gaze made her heart even more shy and embarrassed. A captivating blush quickly spread across her originally flawless, snow-white body. The

beautiful woman in his arms, so docile and obedient, let him move her as he pleased. Du Ke quickly stripped the beautiful and alluring Guan Panpan bare. When the last layer of clothing, her undergarments and shorts, finally fell away from Guan Panpan, she finally revealed her breathtakingly white body.

The passion continues; see how Du Ke conquers the famous courtesan of Jianghuai

in Chapter 39: A Dance That Captivates the City.

After their passionate encounter, the two were completely satisfied. They lay in bed, embracing each other and pouring out their hearts, appearing as intimate partners who had been in love for many years. They had only known each other for a few days, yet the speed of their relationship was astonishing, but upon reflection, it was not unreasonable.

Guan Panpan, a woman of the pleasures of the world, had seen countless men, though she had only a few patrons and had enjoyed considerable favor. After three years of abstinence during mourning, she met her most desirable and charming husband

, and their passion ignited overnight. Now she truly understood how intoxicating the pleasures of love could be, finding it incredibly rewarding. Du Ke, too, was overjoyed. His long-suppressed desires had been released, and he had gained a stunningly beautiful wife. He was even more smug, having long forgotten about his martial arts training. He became much more skilled in the bedroom, naturally gaining invaluable experience for his future conquests. The most regrettable thing right now is probably not yet being able to fly alongside that beautiful and refined princess cousin. Of course, that won't be long.

A light drizzle was falling outside, and the Swallow Tower was located in a very remote and sparsely populated area. With nothing to do, the two became entangled in a passionate embrace in Guan Panpan's boudoir, their love growing increasingly intense, filled with tender affection and soft whispers, an indescribable display of love and intimacy.

It was already evening. After finishing dinner, the lustful man meditated in his room for a while, his mind filled with the images of their passionate encounter that morning. He had no interest in practicing his martial arts, so he got out of bed, left his room, and quietly slipped into the place of their daytime debauchery—Guan Panpan's boudoir. She was now fast asleep, sweetly slumbering with longing for Du Ke.

Perhaps it was the will of Heaven, for seeing the two lovers fall asleep in each other's arms after their blissful union, the normally bright sky seemed to turn gray. A moment later, a light drizzle began to fall. It was already the plum rain season in Jiangnan, a time known for its heavy rainfall. Although Xuzhou wasn't part of Jiangnan, its climate was quite different from the major cities of Chang'an and Luoyang in the Central Plains. The warm early summer weather, accompanied by abundant rain, made the already languid people even more drowsy. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Guan Panpan's nostrils twitched slightly, her beautiful eyelashes fluttered, and her affectionate eyes opened. She slightly raised her head, instinctively glancing at the gray sky outside the window, realizing it was evening, and was about to fall asleep again when she suddenly found herself lying naked in the arms of a young man. Shocked, she gradually remembered what had happened, recalling her passionate encounter with this man, and her once fair cheeks flushed crimson.

As if sensing something, Du Ke slightly opened his eyes. Seeing her staring intently at him, he mischievously leaned close to Guan Panpan's ear, nibbling at her delicate earlobe, and softly asked, "Panpan, did it taste good just now?"

Guan Panpan gave a soft moan, burying her burning head in Du Ke's warm chest, suppressing her shyness as she nodded. Du Ke's face broke into a wicked smile again. He kissed her bright red lips, then reached out and grabbed a handful of her soft, fleshy breasts, praising, "Baby, you looked so beautiful just now."

Guan Panpan blushed and whispered, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. I never lie. Pan'er, you look truly captivating right now." Du Ke launched his sweet-talking offensive without changing his expression, making Guan Panpan's heart flutter with joy.

Gazing at the luscious, soft lips before him, their breath sweet and fragrant, Du Ke's lips once more pressed against Guan Panpan's full, moist lips. Before she could react, his tongue swiftly entered her mouth, swirling and intertwining with hers.

Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, passionately entwined, savoring each other's sweet saliva. After a long while, Du Ke released Guan Panpan's slightly swollen lips, a wicked smile spreading across his face. A sly glint flashed in his eyes as he said, "Pan'er, will you grant me a request?"

Seeing the wicked expression on Du Ke's face and the malicious smile in his eyes, the intelligent Guan Panpan immediately guessed that his request must be shameful. But a woman in love, to make her beloved happy, would face any danger without hesitation.

Guan Panpan looked at him tenderly, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity and shyness. She softly asked, "Du Lang, what do you want Pan'er to grant you?"

Du Ke embraced Guan Panpan tightly, his lips brushing against her delicate earlobe. A sly glint of triumph gleamed in his eyes as he chuckled, "Pan'er, I want you to dance for me like this, draped in a light veil."

"Ah..." Hearing Du Ke's shameful and explicit words, Guan Panpan's face flushed crimson, and she cried out in embarrassment. Although she had already guessed that Zhang Pei's request would be shameful, she hadn't expected it to be so embarrassing—almost requiring her to dance... Seeing Du Ke's expectant expression, Guan Panpan bit her lip, her face a mixture of allure and shyness. She softly hummed in agreement.

"Pan'er, you're so good." Du Ke held Guan Panpan's soft, snow-white body tightly, kissing her full, luscious lips. Feeling Du Ke's tender affection, Guan Panpan smiled happily, resting her head gently in his arms, quietly savoring the warm and tender feeling.

After a long while, Guan Panpan slowly sat up, her pretty face flushed, her beautiful eyes unsure where to look, and said shyly, "Du Lang, do you want me to dance here?"

"Of course, right here in Pan'er's boudoir. If some scoundrel sees Pan'er's beautiful body in the outer room, I'll definitely go on a killing spree and gouge out his eyes," Du Ke said with certainty.

Hearing his sincere feelings from the bottom of his heart, Guan Panpan felt a warmth in her heart, feeling that she could give up her life for this man, and that she shouldn't be so hesitant about such trivial matters.

Guan Panpan was a decisive person who dared to love and hate, otherwise she wouldn't have given her virginity, which she had guarded for three years, to Du Ke after only knowing him for two days. Having made up her mind, she got out of bed, not even bothering to put on her undergarments, only draping herself in the long, flowing white plum blossom gauze dress she had worn before. She swayed her exquisite, curvaceous figure and began to dance.

Guan Panpan was in the prime of her youth, the most beautiful time of her life. Dancing gracefully, she was like a white peony in full bloom, allowing Du Ke, the only person with the discerning eye to appreciate her unparalleled beauty, to witness her breathtaking charm. Du Ke sat on the edge of the bed, his handsome eyes fixed on her stunning dance, his heart filled with a thrilling, throbbing sensation.

Her tall, perfectly proportioned figure, delicate, rounded shoulders, soft, firm breasts, shyly perky pink nipples, slender waist, smooth, flat abdomen, and long, shapely legs—every part of her was enough to make one's nose bleed and feel guilty. The delicate peaks, crimson cherries, and fragrant valleys, partially veiled by the white gauze, seemed even more alluring than before, possessing a unique and irresistible charm. "

The moon shines low on the willow-lined pavilion as the dance begins, the wind whispers through the peach blossom fan as the song ends." A beauty's dance can captivate a city, causing emperors to linger and ruin their kingdoms. Du Ke even began to sympathize with Emperor Xuanzong, who had been condemned by posterity for centuries. Du Ke knew he was powerless to resist such temptation. If he were born into an imperial family, he would surely be a man who neglected court for the warmth of spring nights.

With each sway of her body, Du Ke's heart fluttered with Guan Panpan's graceful dance. His consciousness blurred, and Du Ke felt as if he were in the Jade Palace of the Jade Pool, high in the heavens. The beautiful woman dancing before him was the Moon Goddess Chang'e, residing in the Moon Palace, while he felt more like a fallen general.

Du Ke was so engrossed in watching her that he couldn't resist pulling her into his arms. Guan Panpan, having long frequented the world of pleasure, was well-versed in this art. Her aloofness and elusiveness stirred the lustful man, who had just released his pent-up desire, to arouse him once more. Du Ke, naturally gifted and with abundant energy, could easily seduce several women a day.

A man of great learning, Du Ke, in this moment, spontaneously recited a poem: "A wondrous dance unfolds on the Jing Terrace, half-silk robes. Her swaying waist seems to bend, her sleeves flutter as if about to fly. Light mist shrouds the red azaleas, the wind shimmers like purple roses. A new form is to be passed down, but few in the world can match her." This poem, a masterpiece by the great poet Zhang Hu, describes Empress Zhao Feiyan of Emperor Cheng of Han. Du Ke's recitation perfectly captured the scene and sentiment.

Guan Panpan, born into a scholarly family and a woman of great talent in poetry and literature, was even more delighted to hear him so irresistibly moved. Her dance became even more beautiful, her every movement exuding charm. Looking back at the lanterns like flowers, she blushed before uttering a word, perfectly capturing the subtle art of playful teasing.

As the beautiful woman drew closer, only to turn away with a coquettish laugh just before reaching him, Du Ke, after several such provocations, could no longer resist. He quietly got off the bed, wearing only a long robe. Guan Panpan, engrossed in her dance, was completely unaware. With a graceful turn, she naturally fell into his arms. With her

soft, fragrant body in his embrace, Du Ke had no interest in appreciating the dance. He casually reached out and pulled back the white, plum-patterned gauze robe made of fine Suzhou silk, which silently slipped to the floor.

"You big bad guy, what are you going to do to me again?" Guan Panpan felt a chill run through her body, and realizing she was completely naked, revealing her smooth, pink skin, she quickly and shyly scolded him.

Du Ke, however, was in no hurry. He gently lifted her by her slender waist, pulling her close, and then lowered his head to give her a lingering, wet kiss. (04-26 00)

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