[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Phoenix (Complete) - 1-3

Synopsis:

The male protagonist is reborn in Condor Heroes, kills Yang Guo, takes his place, and takes all the women into his harem, and then... Baidu says: "颠鸾倒凤" (diān luán dǎo fèng) is a metaphor for disorder, the abnormality of the world, and also a metaphor for sexual intercourse between men and women! The reason I used this title is not because I wrote about sexual intercourse between men and women in the book, nor because I didn't write about it, but because I changed the Song Dynasty of Condor Heroes to the Ming Dynasty, redefined some sects, and added many new characters. What the heck... I take almost all the women in the book, I have a huge appetite...

Chapter 001, Rebirth in Condor Heroes

"Do you think this suits me?"

A beautiful woman in her early thirties kept twisting her body in front of the mirror, her eyes fixed on her upper body.

“Let me adjust it a bit more.”

A man in his early twenties walked over, staring at the voluptuous woman’s breasts, who was only wearing a bra. He cupped her breasts with both hands and pushed them up slightly, saying, “Remember to pull them up a little higher next time you wear them, otherwise they’ll sag over time.”

“Thank you, Manager Yang!”

The voluptuous woman seemed quite satisfied with the man’s touch. She spun around a few times and indeed felt that her breasts had become much firmer.

“Go pay over there.”

The man pointed to the counter.

“Okay, then…”

The voluptuous woman smiled with narrowed eyes, “Then I don’t need to take them off, right?”

“Hehe, just tell the cashier that I agree.”

“Okay!”

The voluptuous woman put on her white coat and went to pay.

His name was Yang Zhuihui. After graduating from high school, unable to find a suitable job, he had no choice but to borrow money from his family to open a lingerie shop.

He had expected a tough life, but business was booming. His unique eye for business attracted many women to his shop to buy lingerie. What pleased him even more was that most women naturally displayed their upper bodies to him without any shyness; some even stripped naked, causing Yang Guo's nose to bleed.

Logically, a man in this business shouldn't be a virgin, but Yang Guo was the opposite. It wasn't that he didn't want to lose his virginity, but he felt these ordinary women weren't the best choice.

So, who would he give his first time to?

Yang Guo went to the warehouse, turned on the light, closed the door, and went to the deepest corner. He pulled back a curtain that only he could open. Inside stood vivid dolls, all dressed as ancient beauties, each as beautiful as a celestial being, but lacking a certain life.

"Rong'er, it's been so long!"

"Fu'er, are you still as naughty as ever?"

"E'er, are you still thinking about your Regretful Brother? Let me tell you, he loves Little Dragon Girl. You'd better wake up soon, or your heart will ache."

"Mo Chou, you're still so narrow-minded. I really don't know when you'll realize this. Sigh."

Yang Zhuihui murmured to the puppets, but there was no response. How could puppets talk?

"Ugh, that damned author, Fengyoujing, disappeared after writing 50,000 words of 'The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix.' I've waited for three whole years, and every day I can only stare blankly at those 50,000 words. I don't even know how my beloved Little Dragon Girl is doing!"

Yang Zhuihui shook his head, wishing he could dig the author, Fengyoujing, out!

To find something to hold onto, Yang Zhuihui spent a lot of money to have these puppets made, hoping that the author would return soon and continue this great book.

"Boss...boss..."

"Don't shout!"

Yang Zhuihui was about to pull up the curtain when he saw a burly man grab the cashier by the neck and walk into the warehouse, his face wicked.

"You're the boss, right? Seeing all the rich women coming and going in your shop every day, you must have made a lot of money, right? Hand it over now!"

The gleaming dagger in the burly man's hand reflected a chilling light.

"Let's talk this out. Put down the knife first, and we can discuss how much you want."

Yang Zhuihui observed the burly man's arm; the muscles bulged, and he looked like a tough opponent. He didn't dare to resist, afraid that the burly man would hurt the cashier, Xiaoyou.

"I want a lot, a lot more. Hand over everything!"

The burly man laughed wildly, drool almost dripping from his mouth. "Then let Xiaoyou go first!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

"Oh, you little brat who only knows how to grope women's breasts dares to talk to me? Let's see how I deal with you!"

The burly man shoved Xiaoyou aside and walked towards Yang Zhuihui with a sinister smile.

"If you dare to do anything reckless, I'll..."

Yang Zhuihui was about to speak when the dagger was already thrusting towards him, and he quickly dodged.

Although Yang Zhuihui was physically weak, he was very agile.

"You know how to dodge, huh?"

The big man spat on the ground, about to attack Yang Zhuihui, but seeing so many beautiful dolls nearby, he knew they must be Yang Zhuihui's treasures. He twirled his knife and walked over, pointing to the nearest one, saying, "I can stab a hole in it with one strike!"

"Absolutely not!"

Yang Zhuihui's eyes widened. Seeing the big man's knife tip pressed against Huang Rong's body, he leaped forward, trying to kick the big man's dagger away, but before his foot could reach the big man's arm, he was struck in the chest and fell heavily to the ground.

"You're courting death!"

the burly man shouted, swinging his dagger and plunging it into Yang Zhuihui's chest. He laughed twice, saying, "I've killed over a dozen people, what's one more? Today I'll slaughter you like a duck!"

"Ugh..."

Yang Zhuihui clutched his chest, his body convulsing, an overwhelming pain coursing through him. "Hey you, what's your name? Take me to get the money!"

The burly man licked the back of his knife, then led the cashier, Xiaoyou, out of the warehouse. He seemed like a completely cold-blooded animal.

"Rong'er..."

Yang Zhuihui crawled over, grabbing the puppet Huang Rong's feet. "I...I...I...I'm going to die...but I really want you to smile at me, then...then I can die in peace...ugh..."

Yang Zhuihui trembled violently, spraying blood onto the puppet Huang Rong's feet.

"Rong'er..."

Yang Zhuihui cried out again, gripping the puppet Huang Rong's trouser leg tightly, coughing violently once more, blood spraying onto the nearby socket, immediately drawing electricity.

"Ah!"

The entire warehouse's wiring collapsed due to Yang Zhuihui's blood, sparks flew everywhere, crackling and sputtering as sparks rained down on the ground. The flammable bra was instantly ignited, and the warehouse was engulfed in flames.

"Ah!"

Yang Zhuihui screamed, his burning eyes fixed on the dolls he had painstakingly collected, roaring, "No...no...you can't die!"

But the merciless flames still engulfed him, and Yang Zhuihui's consciousness was gradually replaced by the scorching heat... He didn't know how much time had passed before he awoke from an endless nightmare. When he slowly opened his eyes, he was horrified to see a bloodied hand at his feet.

Could this be his hand? Yang Zhuihui was terrified and quickly scrambled to his feet. He saw a person lying not far away, dressed in ancient attire!

"Guo Fu, you poisonous woman, I, Yang Guo, will not let you go, absolutely not!"

The ancient person was still alive, cursing Guo Fu viciously.

Guo Fu? Yang Guo?

Yang Zhuihui was startled. Was this a scene from a TV drama? He looked around, finding the scene strangely familiar—like the cliffs outside Dushi City? And this was the very place where Guo Fu had severed his arm!

Had he entered the world of *The Return of the Condor Heroes*? If so, Yang Zhuihui was currently in the Ming Dynasty, under the reign of the Jiajing Emperor. However, the emperor was obsessed with alchemy and prolonging life, and power was almost entirely in the hands of the treacherous ministers Yan Song and his son. Honest officials were oppressed and killed. Loyal ministers, led by Hai Rui, couldn't tolerate Yan Song's tyranny and jointly submitted a memorial, but were punished with demotion, imprisonment, and the execution of their entire families. Hai Rui was exiled to Chaozhou, where he fought day and night against the Japanese pirates. Hai Rui's daughter, Huang Rong, and her husband, Guo Jing, guarded the northern city of Dushi, resisting the invasion of the Mongol Tatars.

"Yang Guo?"

Yang Zhuihui revealed a slightly wicked smile.

Yang Guo, clutching his bleeding severed arm, turned to look at Yang Zhuihui

.

Both were shocked to see that they looked exactly alike, practically identical, differing only in hairstyle and clothing.

"Why are you impersonating me?"

Yang Guo exclaimed.

"I don't even know how I got to this world!"

Yang Zhuihui replied, puzzled.

He only remembered being stabbed in the chest by a robber; the blood loss caused the electrical equipment to malfunction, and later the warehouse caught fire. He was unlucky enough to be trapped in the flames and then lost consciousness.

Had he accidentally traveled through time? Like in a novel? Yang Zhuihui had read many novels; generally, the male protagonist's task after time travel was to possess all the beautiful women he saw!

Now that he was in the world of *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, Yang Zhuihui immediately understood what he should do: possess all the women in this world and kill anyone who dared to compete with him for them! But that bastard Fengyoujing only wrote 50,000 words; who knew how the story would develop from there! The ending only mentions Yang Guo falling off a cliff, being rescued by the Divine Condor, and being taught the *Cangyun Sword Technique*, right?

Yang Guo, enduring excruciating pain, looked at this strangely dressed stranger and shouted, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

Yang Zhuihui pointed to his own nose, spinning around a few times in the dark foot of the mountain, saying, "My name is Yang Zhuihui, but if you die, I'll be called Yang Guo, understand?"

"You want to replace me? Don't even think about it!"

Yang Guo shouted, trying to get up and attack Yang Zhuihui.

"I have a question for you, is Xiaolongnu still a virgin? Was she deflowered by that stinky Taoist priest from Fuhu Mountain?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

In his mind, the cold and aloof, yet warm-hearted Xiaolongnu should be pure and innocent. If that were the case, then Yang Zhuihui would have to seriously consider whether to wear this worn-out shoe. As a man with a virginity complex, Yang Zhuihui found it very difficult to accept a worn-out shoe.

Of course, mature women like Huang Rong were an exception.

"That damned Taoist priest!"

Yang Guo cursed, enduring the excruciating pain. "He tried to take advantage of my senior sister while she was recuperating from her injury. I discovered it and stabbed him. My senior sister is kind-hearted and begged me to let him go, otherwise I would have killed him!"

"So you mean Xiaolongnu is still a virgin?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Don't ask such an offensive question! My senior sister is sacred and inviolable. Don't even think about getting close to her!"

Yang Guo struggled to reach for his sword to stab the imposter, but his hand was kicked aside by Yang Zhuihui.

Looking at the dying Yang Guo, Yang Zhuihui thought to himself, if he could take Yang Guo's place, all the beauties of the Condor Heroes world would be gathered around him. As long as he abandoned monogamy and used some tricks, all those beauties could definitely be in his arms.

With this thought, Yang Zhuihui picked up the sword from the ground, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, and stabbed Yang Guo through the chest! Confirming that

Yang Guo was dead, Yang Zhuihui began to plan his next move.

Now that he was here, he should go find the Divine Condor. After all, he and Yang Guo looked exactly alike; the real Yang Guo was dead, so this imposter should take his place and inherit everything.

Of course, there were plenty of beauties among them.

Huang Rong, Guo Fu, Gongsun Lü'e, Xiaolongnu, Li Mochou…

so many beautiful names flashed through Yang Zhuihui's mind, stirring up his wicked desires.

To conquer those beauties, a handsome face alone wasn't enough; he also needed unfathomable martial arts skills to protect himself and the beauties!

The cave where the Divine Condor lived was very close. If he could use the Condor to find the Cangyun Sword Manual and obtain the Cangyun Sword, he could stand alone. Those scum who dared to rob shops would be killed one by one; if a group came, he'd skewer them with his sword and roast them!

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly buried Yang Guo's body and set off to find the legendary Divine Condor.

After half an hour, Yang Zhuihui finally found the cave where the divine eagle lived. After befriending the eagle, this silly and clumsy creature led him to the Sword Tomb.

After enduring a hurricane at the cave entrance, Yang Zhuihui finally obtained the Cangyun Sword and its manual. Unfortunately, being a modern person, he lacked any internal energy.

Yang Zhuihui struggled to learn the martial arts manual, but fortunately, the silly bird was a good teacher. He managed to master the manual in half a month, and his swordsmanship became incredibly refined. Now

possessing Yang Guo's appearance and martial arts skills, Yang Zhuihui was about to embark on his legendary adventure of hunting for women, his first stop being Dushi City!

To confirm his martial arts had reached a high level, Yang Zhuihui channeled his internal energy, flew up a hillside, and landed steadily, smiling smugly.

On the way to Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui found a set of coarse cloth clothes, making him look even more like Yang Guo.

Arriving at Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui was fortunate to pass through easily thanks to the guards recognizing him.

Wandering through the city, enjoying the bustling atmosphere of the ancient market, Yang

Zhuihui completely forgot his purpose and strolled aimlessly through the streets. By chance, he came to the General's Mansion, where Guo Jing and his wife lived, preparing to defend against the Mongol Tatars.

Guo Jing was originally a martial artist, but under Huang Rong's guidance, he mastered extraordinary skills and became a disciple of Huang Yaoshi, becoming the garrison general of Dushi City.

Huang Rong was the daughter of Hai Rui, a famous upright official of the Ming Dynasty. She had a master from Huang Yaoshi, married Guo Jing, and had two daughters, Guo Fu, who was eighteen years old, and Guo Xiang, who was less than three months old.

Yang Zhuihui hesitated outside the gate for a while, and just as he was about to step forward, a voice called out behind him.

"Guo'er?"

The voice was soft and gentle, like a mother calling her child.

Yang Zhuihui hadn't fully adjusted to Yang Guo's identity yet, and the title "Guo'er" felt slightly unfamiliar, so he didn't stop.

"Guo'er, where are you going?"

Only then did Yang Zhuihui turn around.

Upon seeing the woman's face, Yang Zhuihui froze.

The mature woman before him wore a faint smile, her face lightly made up, and her lithe, serpentine figure made it impossible to guess her age; she was like a lotus emerging from water.

Yang Zhuihui didn't know her identity, but from the affectionate address, he guessed she must be Huang Rong.

Thinking of the expensive doll he had made and the real Huang Rong before him, Yang Zhuihui was so moved he almost cried. He quickly ran over, calling out, "Aunt Huang, Guo'er missed you so much!"

Like a child, Yang Zhuihui hugged Huang Rong tightly. Huang Rong's soft breasts pressed against Yang Zhuihui's chest, very elastic!

Chapter 003, Silly Girl is So Cute

! This is the woman I want!

"Guo'er, where have you been these days? Brother Jing and I were very worried about you."

Huang Rong was breathless from Yang Zhuihui's hug. She felt that Yang Zhuihui seemed different from before, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"I missed you so much!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out from the bottom of his heart.

"It's only natural to miss your aunt, hehe, alright, you're almost making me breathless."

Huang Rong patted Yang Zhuihui's back, signaling him to let go.

Apart from Guo Jing, Huang Rong had never been hugged so tightly by anyone else. She naturally felt a little shy, especially since they were on the street. How embarrassing it would be if the neighbors saw them.

"Guo'er, I've finally found you."

A strong man carrying a bag of rice walked up from behind and smiled. He looked honest and simple. It seemed to be Guo Jing.

Huang Rong was Yang Zhuihui's goddess, and the thought that such a beautiful goddess had married a mere mortal like Guo Jing filled him with resentment. At least she was married to him; after all, he was a reincarnated being.

Guo Jing, though simple and honest, showed a momentary displeasure upon seeing his woman in Yang Zhuihui's arms.

Reluctantly, Yang Zhuihui released his embrace of Huang Rong and followed them into the general's mansion.

Guo Jing handed the rice to a servant and went to the council hall to discuss strategies for resisting the Mongol Tatars with the soldiers. Huang Rong led Yang Zhuihui to his room.

Along the way, Huang Rong inquired about Yang Zhuihui's whereabouts over the past two weeks, to which he answered readily—after all, he was familiar with the contents of *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. What pleased him most was that he hadn't lost an arm; otherwise, making love with Huang Rong would be quite difficult. Glancing sideways at Huang Rong's swaying breasts and pert, round buttocks, Yang Zhuihui longed to pin her to the ground and ravage her.

Pushing open the door to the room, Huang Rong covered her nose and said, "Guo'er, since you disappeared, no one has lived in this room, so it's inevitably a bit stuffy. Just open the window to let the air circulate." With that

, Huang Rong tidied the room like a typical housewife, opening the window, bracing it with a wooden stick, turning over the red embroidered mandarin duck quilt, and smelling it. Noticing a strange odor, she said, "I'll take it outside to air it out."

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Auntie, let me help you."

Yang Zhuihui said, trying to take the quilt.

"You must be tired from your journey. You should rest. I'll do this."

Huang Rong smiled gently, her eyes filled with affection, and left the room.

Yang Zhuihui sat on the edge of the bed, looked around, stretched lazily, and lay back on the bed, thinking about the days to come.

In modern times, his life was very structured: he'd get up at eight, wash up, have breakfast, then go to the shop, and spend his evenings playing computer games—day after day.

In ancient times, he couldn't live like before. Closing his eyes, Yang Zhuihui thought of Huang Rong's stunning beauty, truly comparable to a celestial being! Compared to the quirky cleverness in the Legend of the Condor Heroes, Huang Rong, now a mother, had larger breasts that hadn't sagged, and although her waist was slightly thicker, it didn't detract from her overall beauty. Add to that her alluring, seductive buttocks, and he imagined pushing her onto the bed would be the ultimate pleasure.

Fantasizing about Huang Rong, Yang Zhuihui gradually felt sleepy.

"Impossible!"

"But I really heard Aunt Hai say that Yang Zhuihui is back."

"How is that possible! I'll go see!"

In a daze, he heard a silvery voice and hurried footsteps approaching. Yang Zhuihui grabbed his Cangyun sword and darted to the window. Leaning against the wall, he saw a woman in red approaching, sword in hand, her face extremely pale, as if her parents had died. Oh no! Her father could die, but her mother couldn't. Guo Fu's mother, Huang Rong, was the woman Yang Zhuihui desperately wanted!

She was dressed in red, her long hair tied back on her right chest with a square sachet, and a string of crystal earrings hung from each earlobe.

The red dress was extremely thin, revealing her youthful energy. She walked briskly, her skirt fluttering like flames, clearly a wild woman.

Behind her were two personal sparring partners. Seeing their sycophantic behavior, Yang Zhuihui wanted to laugh out loud.

Guo Fu was obviously coming for him. If she knew he was still alive and his arm was intact, she would definitely not repent.

Yang Zhuihui couldn't let this happen, and he couldn't let her realize he was an imposter. So, the moment Guo Fu stepped into the room, Yang Zhuihui jumped out of the window.

"Where's anyone? Are you seeing things?"

"No, I clearly saw Yang Zhuihui and your mother come in together. My eyesight is excellent."

"Hmph!"

Hearing their argument, Yang Zhuihui shook his head helplessly. He had already leaped to the second floor; it was always safer up high.

"These are paper figures, this is my mother, this is my father, and what about this one?"

Hearing laughter coming from the room behind him, Yang Zhuihui wanted to go in and see what was going on.

Using the methods of an assassin, Yang Zhuihui poked a hole in the paper window and peered inside. He saw a disheveled woman squatting on the ground, fiddling with four paper figures, emitting silly laughter after each interaction.

When Yang Zhuihui saw her appearance, he was startled.

A woman in her thirties, her right shoulder exposed, revealed a corner of her full, rounded breasts, seemingly seducing Yang Zhuihui.

Based on her age and behavior, Yang Zhuihui concluded that she was the Foolish Girl.

She was as beautiful as a ripe peach, but unfortunately, she was both foolish and eccentric, which was a pity.

However, regardless of whether she was foolish or not, Yang Zhuihui was absolutely certain of one thing: her body was perfectly developed, as could be inferred from the exposed flesh of her breasts!

Yang Zhuihui remembered that the Foolish Girl should be in Yongzhou with her master, Huang Yaoshi. Why was she here? Was Huang Yaoshi also in Dushi City? If so, Yang Zhuihui needed to be careful, as the "Falling Goose's Lament" could sever all of Yang Zhuihui's meridians!

"Dead! Dead!"

The Foolish Girl grabbed a paper figure and tore it to shreds, sitting on the ground crying incessantly. Her already loose clothes slowly slipped down, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts to Yang Zhuihui's eyes.

Yang Zhuihui's body immediately reacted, his crotch bulging rapidly!

Chapter 004. The silly girl, laughing foolishly, shouted,

"Dead! Dead! All dead!"

Her hands flailing wildly, her plain silk dress had fallen to her waist. Without a bodice, she looked quite alluring, though this might not have been her intention. After all, who told her to act so erratically? Regardless of her intentions, Yang Zhuihui, standing outside, was already aroused. If it were a modern female madwoman undressing inside, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't be so excited, but this was the silly girl! An ancient female madwoman! Yang Zhuihui, who had always longed for ancient women, panted heavily, hesitating whether to rush in.

After a struggle, the shackles of reason were finally broken by desire. Yang Zhuihui, with a wicked smile, pushed open the door and went in.

The half-mad, half-crazy silly girl saw Yang Zhuihui enter, tilted her head, and winked.

She giggled a few times and asked, "Big brother, where are you going?"

"Big brother missed you. Do you remember who I am?"

Yang Zhuihui pointed to his nose and asked.

"Hehe...hehe..."

The silly girl chuckled a few more times, muttering, "You're that little bird that flies and flies in the sky, whoosh! I shot you down, hee hee, look, you don't even have wings anymore."

The silly girl clutched a paper figure whose head she had already removed, holding it in her palm, laughing foolishly incessantly.

"Big brother brought you a big bird today, let me show you."

Saying this, Yang Zhuihui locked the door, walked up to the silly girl, and unzipped his pants. An extremely hard, crimson penis was roaring, as if it wanted to devour the silly girl.

"Huh?"

The silly girl tilted her head, clearly a little scared, but still reached out to touch Yang Zhuihui's penis. She touched it briefly, then immediately moved her hand away, muttering, "Why does this little bird only grow feathers there? It looks so strange. Big brother, it has two eggs down there, why doesn't it lay them out?"

Hearing the silly girl's words, Yang Zhuihui became alert. If she was kind enough to help the "little bird" lay eggs, he would probably be in for a bloody disaster.

He had originally wanted the silly girl to suck his penis, but knowing she was mentally challenged, Yang Zhuihui abandoned the idea, afraid that she would bite it off.

"Silly girl, let me ask you, do you usually eat candied hawthorns?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Hehe! Candied hawthorns, I want candied hawthorns, I want candied hawthorns!"

The silly girl clapped her hands vigorously, her two full breasts trembling incessantly, creating waves of milk.

Seeing the exquisite sight of the silly girl's breasts, Yang Zhuihui had another idea. He said, "How about this, you do something for big brother, and big brother will buy you candied hawthorns, okay?"

"Okay! Okay!"

The silly girl clapped her hands vigorously.

"Good girl, then lie down on the ground."

Yang Zhuihui stroked the silly girl's smooth cheeks and gently pushed her. The obedient silly girl lay down on the ground, looking excitedly at Yang Zhuihui's bulging penis.

"I'm going to start now..."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled as he straddled the silly girl, instructing her, "Good girl, use your breasts to clamp big brother's penis, oh no, I mean little bird."

"Okay."

The silly girl responded and pressed her breasts together, squeezing Yang Zhuihui's hot penis between them.

"Hmm, very good, like this."

Yang Zhuihui nodded and then began to thrust back and forth.

Thinking of the silly girl in Xiao Jiu's story performing a breastjob on him, Yang Zhuihui was extremely excited. Because the silly girl's breasts were so soft, it wasn't long before Yang Zhuihui's milky semen was ejaculated onto her face, neck, and breasts.

"All done,"

Yang Zhuihui sighed, "Big brother's done, thank you. Big brother will go buy you candied hawthorns later. I'm leaving now."

Yang Zhuihui stood up, about to tell the silly girl to tidy her clothes, when suddenly footsteps sounded outside the door.

Damn it!

Yang Zhuihui cursed inwardly. This room only had a main door and two windows for escape, but both were on the front.

The footsteps were very strong, indicating the other person had profound internal strength and was not an ordinary individual.

Helpless, Yang Zhuihui said to the silly girl still lying on the ground, "Big brother wants to play hide-and-seek with the people outside, so I'll hide here. Don't tell them big brother is here, or you won't get any candied hawthorns."

"Okay,"

the silly girl replied, licking the semen from the corner of her mouth. It seemed that the candied hawthorn, which she hadn't yet obtained, was very attractive to her.

Yang Zhuihui hid behind the screen in a large wooden tub. He simply hid behind the tub.

Thinking that people in ancient times used wooden tubs to bathe, Yang Zhuihui felt that he should have brought a large bathtub. He could sell it to the emperor and get several gold bars for it.

The door was pushed open.

"Fu'er, take the silly girl to take a bath. Call me when you're done!"

Guo Fu put down her sword and looked at the silly girl on the ground.

She had no idea what the milky white liquid on the silly girl's body was. She only thought it smelled a bit fishy. She murmured, "It smells awful, silly girl. Is this bird droppings?"

"It's bird saliva

," the silly girl said with a silly grin.

“Alright, consider it saliva.”

Guo Fu had the simpleton sit on the edge of the bed, then ran behind the screen to get a towel, unaware of Yang Zhuihui hiding behind the wooden tub.

With the towel, Guo Fu carefully wiped the semen off the simpleton's body.

Huang Rong, carrying the baby girl, entered, sniffed the air, and seeing the semen on the simpleton, flew into a rage. However, she didn't show it, closing her eyes, twitching her ears, and staring at the screen. She said, “Fu’er, take your sister for a walk in the garden. I'll take care of the simpleton.”

Taking Rong’er, Guo Fu immediately left; she disliked the fishy, foul smell.

“Simpleton…”

Huang Rong wanted to say something, but felt it was pointless. She draped clothes over the simpleton and said, “Simpleton, don’t move.”

Seeing Huang Rong walk towards the screen, the simpleton cried out, “You can’t go there! You can’t go!”

“Why?”

Huang Rong turned and asked.

"Because...because..."

Silly Girl pouted, "This is what Big Brother told me to do."

Huang Rong shook her head helplessly and said coldly, "Guo'er, come out here!"

Chapter 005, First Encounter with Li Mochou

Hearing Huang Rong's shout, Yang Zhuihui walked out like a child who had done something wrong.

"Slap!"

Before he could react, Huang Rong slapped Yang Zhuihui across the face. Looking at Yang Zhuihui's handsome but shocked face, Huang Rong wanted to kill him, but he was her precious child, how could she bring herself to do it? Recalling the time she rescued Yang Zhuihui from being chased by Japanese pirates in Chaozhou two years ago, Huang Rong still remembered it vividly and could only sigh.

Yang Zhuihui touched his face, his breathing becoming a little heavy, and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong."

"Auntie doesn't mean to blame you. Silly Girl is my junior sister, and she's practically family to me. I really can't stand seeing you treat her like this. I'm asking you, did you touch Silly Girl's private parts?"

Huang Rong stared intently at Yang Zhuihui, as if she wanted to devour him.

Yang Zhuihui shook his head. He didn't know why, but if someone else slapped him, he would definitely slap them back twice. But the one who slapped him was his beloved Huang Rong, and he wished he could let her slap his right cheek too.

This wasn't being pathetic; it was just that he loved her too deeply.

Yang Zhuihui didn't find any modern women attractive. At most, he would touch their breasts to confirm their size and then choose a suitable bra for them. They would only pay after they were satisfied.

"Guo'er, your aunt doesn't want to blame you, but you really shouldn't have done that. It's okay if only I know, but if my master or father found out, you'd be doomed,"

Huang Rong said helplessly, shaking her head.

"I know Hai Rui has never liked me, saying I'm unlearned and incompetent!"

Yang Zhuihui said, his chest heaving. He had completely immersed himself in the role of Yang Zhuihui.

“Guo’er, don’t overthink it. My father is stubborn and inflexible. Alright, don’t stay here any longer, go back to your room,”

Huang Rong urged.

“What if I need something?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“What need?”

Yang Zhuihui pointed at the silly girl, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“A man should prioritize national affairs; don’t talk about things that can’t be brought to light,”

Huang Rong said.

“But…”

Yang Zhuihui seemed a little hesitant, and said softly, “But I’m a man, and I always have those needs. Aunt, you’ve been through this, you should understand.”

“Guo’er, you…”

Huang Rong blushed at Yang Zhuihui’s words. She usually handled everything and everyone with ease, but Yang Zhuihui’s words made her heart beat faster than usual.

“How about this,”

Huang Rong conceded, “Aunt will take you somewhere tomorrow, but only once. After we go, you won’t think like this anymore.”

“Where to?”

Yang Zhuihui asked excitedly.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, let's go."

With that, Huang Rong walked out.

"Big brother, my candied hawthorn, my candied hawthorn!"

Silly Girl kicked her legs, staring blankly at Yang Zhuihui. "You bribed Silly Girl with just one candied hawthorn, you child."

Huang Rong glared at Yang Zhuihui helplessly, then walked out.

"Big brother will go buy it now, you wait here."

Yang Zhuihui ran out with a grin.

One candied hawthorn equals breast sex.

Yang Zhuihui, on the left side of this equation, was indeed getting a good deal, but come to think of it, Silly Girl just had to squeeze Yang Zhuihui's penis, which seemed like a good deal too.

Going further back, when men and women make love in the traditional way, the man is always the active one, while the woman lies there passively, so it's actually more advantageous for the woman.

Walking out of Silly Girl's room, Yang Zhuihui saw Huang Rong had already reached the first floor, stepping down the steps, walking gracefully towards the garden.

With his view too high, Yang Zhuihui only saw the red-clad girl Guo Fu holding the baby girl, making her laugh.

"That's Xiang'er,"

Yang Zhuihui muttered to himself, seemingly a little depressed.

He wished he could have been reborn a year earlier, then Xiang'er might have been his child. Even being reborn ten years later would have been fine, then he could have played with Xiang'er.

Given the current situation, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to raise her.

He would raise Xiang'er, and then take her virginity if he could; he absolutely couldn't let her go to someone else.

Just as he was lost in thought, the clueless Guo Jing appeared in his line of sight, also teasing Xiang'er, but making her cry.

"This man..."

Yang Zhuihui's eyes turned cold. He wasn't usually possessive, but with Huang Rong, it was a different story.

His eyes were filled with hostility. If Guo Jing did anything excessive again, Yang Zhuihui would grab his Cangyun sword and rush over to chop Guo Jing down.

Whether his Cangyun swordsmanship could defeat Guo Jing was not his concern. Was he going to use a computer to calculate the attack power of both sides before stealing a woman, and then run away if he couldn't win? This is impossible. Many people are blind in the face of love, whether male or female.

"Big brother, where's my candied hawthorn?"

The silly girl opened the door, staring blankly at Yang Zhuihui outside.

"I'll go buy some right now!"

Yang Zhuihui seemed to have forgotten about the silly girl, disappearing like a gust of wind.

Afraid of bumping into Guo Fu, Yang Zhuihui quickly left the General's Mansion and went to the market to find a place that sold candied hawthorn.

Perhaps because Yang Zhuihui was naturally bad with directions, or perhaps because the place was too unfamiliar, after turning several corners, Yang Zhuihui lost his way and could only wander around aimlessly.

Logically, the market should have candied hawthorn, but Yang Zhuihui just couldn't find it. In the TV dramas he'd watched, when the protagonist wandered through the market, there were always many people hawking candied hawthorn; why couldn't he see any?

"Didn't they sell candied hawthorn in ancient times?"

Yang Zhuihui muttered helplessly, feeling a little sleepy.

"Get out of the way!"

A sharp shout startled Yang Zhuihui; judging from the voice, it must have been a woman.

Yang Zhuihui looked in the direction of the sound and saw a Taoist nun in a plain white robe kicking aside a beggar begging along the road. Her face was cold, and she flicked her whisk and strode away.

"Li Mochou!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out.

Chapter 006, Beauty Saves the Day

"Who dares to call me by my name?"

Li Mochou stopped and fixed her eyes on Yang Zhuihui.

Li Mochou was Xiaolongnu's senior sister. By all accounts, Yang Zhuihui, who was impersonating Yang Guo, should also call her "senior sister." But this senior sister was truly ruthless!

With a charming demeanor, bright eyes and white teeth, and fair skin, she was an outstanding beauty. This was Yang Zhuihui's first impression of Li Mochou.

She was stunningly beautiful, but unfortunately, her heart was like a poisonous scorpion. Looking at her too much might lead to being stung by her icy silver needles and then dying.

"Yang Guo!"

Li Mochou called out, gripping her whisk tightly. She strode over, angrily saying, "Heaven must be blind to let your Yang family line end! Today I'll send you to meet your ancestors!"

Yang Zhuihui was startled and, seeing the crowd, turned and ran.

Watching the swiftly moving Yang Zhuihui, Li Mochou wondered, "Yang Guo should be practicing the Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness skill. Why is his lightness skill so different from the Ancient Tomb Sect's? Every step is so steady. It seems he's practicing the ultimate Yang internal energy. How strange!"

Yang Zhuihui ran into a small alley, bending over and panting heavily. He thought that the ruthless killer Li Mochou wouldn't appear again, but unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he saw Ji Mochou walking gracefully towards him, her face full of that charming yet murderous expression.

"Yang Zhuihui, this time I will definitely kill you!"

Yang Zhuihui wanted to explain to Li Mochou that he was actually just a reincarnated person, but Li Mochou wouldn't listen to his explanation at this point. She would only kill him directly, regardless of whether he was an imposter or not!

Yang Zhuihui retreated, and when his body hit the wall, he knew he had nowhere to go. With a bit of helplessness, he drew his Cangyun Sword and laughed, "Senior Sister, we both came from the Ancient Tomb Sect. Do you want to kill me? If word gets out, it will be difficult for you to maintain your position in the martial arts world."

After being rescued by Huang Rong, Yang Zhuihui became a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect. He had two extremely different senior sisters, Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou. Yang Zhuihui even secretly fell in love with Xiaolongnu and once planned to elope. However, due to his master's obstruction, Yang Zhuihui was forced to escape from the Ancient Tomb Sect, but he was still considered a disciple. Li Mochou was expelled from the sect eight years ago and became the infamous "Red Serpent Fairy" in the martial arts world! Having been tricked and manipulated by Yang Zhuihui and Xiaolongnu multiple times, she harbored deep resentment towards them.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui now, she naturally wanted to kill him.

"Hahahaha..."

Li Mochou threw her head back and laughed wildly, pointing her horsetail whisk directly at Yang Zhuihui, saying, "Yang Zhuihui, I am the Red Serpent Fairy, everyone in the martial world knows I am a murderous female demon, do you think I'd be afraid to take your worthless life? If you hadn't repeatedly obstructed me, I might have spared you out of consideration for our shared sect. But that's impossible now, so prepare to die!"

Li Mochou recognized the greatsword in Yang Zhuihui's hand as a superior weapon, so she didn't attack easily. Instead, she twisted a strand of hair, injecting cold energy into it. The soft hair immediately straightened, reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.

"Ice Soul Silver Needle?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

The Ice Soul Silver Needle not only hardened the hair with cold energy, but also contained a rare poison, comparable to the ultimate poison like Arsenic!

"Yang Zhuihui, prepare to die!"

Li Mochou smiled coldly, already throwing out the Ice Soul Silver Needle, aiming straight for Yang Zhuihui.

Although Yang Zhuihui possessed profound internal strength, he unfortunately lacked any real-world experience. This was similar to a virgin who had only ever watched porn and masturbated experiencing premature ejaculation in actual combat.

Therefore, before Yang Zhuihui could react, the Ice Soul Silver Needle pierced his thigh.

"Ah!"

Yang Zhuihui screamed, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Li Mochou threw her head back and laughed wildly several times, coldly saying, "Even if a god descended to earth, your little life would be in danger! Hahaha..."

Li Mochou laughed and turned to leave, seemingly convinced that Yang Zhuihui was doomed.

"Poisonous woman!"

Yang Zhuihui gritted his teeth, his thigh beginning to go numb. It seemed the Ice Soul Silver Needle was indeed extraordinary. "No... I haven't gotten Huang Rong and the others yet... I can't die!"

Yang Zhuihui pressed his body against the wall, slowly sitting down on the ground. His vision gradually blurred, and with resentment, Yang Zhuihui slowly closed his eyes, his head lolling to the side as he collapsed to the ground.

"Looks like he was hit by the Ice Soul Silver Needle."

"Thank goodness, he doesn't have a fever."

"How could I look directly at that part of a man's body?"

"Finally under control, he's survived."

In a daze, Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes, trying to stand up, but his left leg was incredibly painful, as if it had been torn apart by a thousand knives.

When his vision cleared again, he was in a small wooden hut, lying on a hard wooden bed. His whole body ached, his bones felt like they had been rearranged, extremely uncomfortable.

"What happened to me?"

Yang Zhuihui shook his head vigorously, feeling his head was very heavy, as if filled with lead.

Seeing the bandages and bloodstains on the spot where he had been hit by the Ice Soul Silver Needle, Yang Zhuihui knew someone had saved him.

The Ice Soul Silver Needle was so vicious, yet he had survived. It seemed Yang Zhuihui should thank that expert properly.

He got out of bed with great difficulty, but after taking only two steps, Yang Zhuihui sat back down on the edge of the bed.

His left leg was completely powerless, as if it didn't exist.

Could it be that the real Yang Guo lost an arm, while this imposter lost a leg? This absolutely couldn't happen, otherwise, there would be no point in coming into this world.

The best way to find out if his right leg was useless was to find someone to heal him.

Seeing a wooden stool beside the bed, Yang Zhuihui grabbed it and limped out of the wooden hut. "How fragrant!"

Yang Zhuihui smelled the fragrant flowers and couldn't help but take several deep breaths. His body felt much lighter, and he felt refreshed.

Looking around, Yang Zhuihui realized he was in the middle of a moon lake. There was no path leading to the land a hundred meters away. It seemed that the person who brought him here was definitely a reclusive master!

Just as Yang Zhuihui was pondering this, he seemed to hear a sound coming from behind, like someone playing in the water.

Curious, Yang Zhuihui slowly walked around the wooden hut.

When he reached the bend, his eyes widened.

A voluptuous woman, her hands clasped tightly together, slowly emerged from the lake like a peony. Her thin silk dress became transparent in the water. Her almond-shaped eyes were closed, her expression serene, though her delicate brows furrowed occasionally, suggesting discomfort.

Water droplets adorning her body dripped silently onto the lake's surface, creating ripples as if weeping for leaving her.

Seeing this ethereal beauty, Yang Zhuihui's mouth watered, his gaze fixed on several key areas.

Her breasts, unadorned, were faintly visible, the two dark red nipples particularly striking—a perfect finishing touch! Although she was cross-legged, her private parts were not concealed, their outlines clearly visible. It was a pity she wore a plain white underpants underneath, otherwise Yang Zhuihui could have feasted his eyes.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was fantasizing about the woman, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Young master, you're awake?"

The beautiful woman smiled faintly, realizing that Yang Zhuihui had been staring at her private parts, she modestly bent her right leg to cover her already exposed cleavage.

Chapter 007, The Charming Wu San Niang

"Thank you for saving me, fairy!"

Yang Zhuihui was almost in tears.

"I'm not some fairy, I'm the disciple of the South Sea Divine Nun, just call me San Niang."

The beautiful woman slowly raised her hands, a wisp of fairy energy slowly rising into the air, it seemed she used her inner strength to forcibly evaporate the moisture from her clothes and body.

"Wu San Niang?"

Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but call out.

The beautiful woman revealed a charming smile, her thin lips parted, and she said, "I thought no one remembered my name anymore, hehe, what's your name?"

"Yang Zhui..."

Yang Zhuihui quickly changed his words, "My name is Yang Guo!"

"Hmm, quite nice."

Wu San Niang nodded.

Next, Yang Zhuihui roughly introduced his "own" identity, especially the part about Huang Rong saving him.

Wu Sanniang was Wu Santong's wife, and they had two sons, who were always following Guo Fu around like shadows.

Yang Zhuihui remembered that Wu Sanniang should have died after being hit by Li Mochou's Ice Soul Silver Needles, so why was she here? His mind was full of confusion, but seeing Wu Sanniang's composed demeanor, he didn't want to ask anymore.

He just stared at this beautiful woman who was actually around forty years old, thinking that pushing her onto the bed would definitely be an extraordinary pleasure!

"Young master, you can't move around freely yet, you must rest well."

Wu Sanniang, whose clothes had dried, flew towards Yang Zhuihui, her skirt swaying, and a pair of flawless jade legs that almost made Yang Zhuihui's nose bleed.

Wu Sanniang landed in front of Yang Zhuihui, her body trembling slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui kindly helped Wu Sanniang up, feeling her tender and smooth skin, Yang Zhuihui just wanted to hold this otherworldly beauty Wu Sanniang in his arms.

Wu Sanniang shook her head and said, "It's just residual poison affecting your heart. You'll be fine after a day or two of rest. Don't worry, just take care of your body."

"Were you also poisoned by Li Mochou?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"No...it's just..."

Wu Sanniang's rosy cheeks flushed slightly as she said softly, "When I was helping you absorb the poison, it accidentally entered your meridians, so you need to circulate your inner energy to expel it every day."

Wu Sanniang actually helped him absorb the poison...

The Ice Soul Silver Needle pierced his thigh, nearly hitting his genitals.

So Wu Sanniang used her delicate red lips to kiss the area around his genitals, sucking on it, and possibly even touching them…

Thinking of that scene, Yang Zhuihui's genitals pitched a tent.

“How's the wound?”

Wu Sanniang looked down, and when she saw the tent that seemed to radiate heat, she quickly looked away, her alluring eyes flashing with a hint of unease, her reaction like that of a girl who had never experienced sex.

Yang Zhuihui tilted his head awkwardly, gazing at the weeping willows by the lake, and said, "I can't feel anything at all, it's like it doesn't exist, it's so frustrating."

"Frustrating?"

Wu Sanniang seemed not to understand this modern internet slang, but she understood the first part, so she said, "Apply the medicine to the wound, change it every night before bed. After five days, you'll feel it in your thigh, don't worry about that. It's windy outside, let me help you back."

"Thank you, Sanniang."

Yang Zhuihui put his arm around Wu Sanniang's shoulder, and Wu Sanniang put her arm around Yang Zhuihui's waist, helping him walk back. Yang Zhuihui's slightly restless hand gently stroked Wu Sanniang's smooth shoulder, making Wu Sanniang's face flush slightly pink. It seemed that she hadn't been with a man for too long and was a little unaccustomed to it.

Sitting on the bed, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Third Sister, why do you live in a place like this?"

Yang Zhuihui's question stumped Wu Sanniang, who fell into deep thought, murmuring, "I can't remember how many years I've been here. Five, seven, or ten? I can't remember. I only remember that after being struck by Li Mochou's needle, my body died, but my consciousness remained. I could still feel, even hear my son crying beside me, clutching my hand. At that time, I longed to see them, but my body wouldn't obey. Later, my husband, Wu Santong, buried me in the ground, but when I opened my eyes again, I saw the South Sea Divine Nun performing acupuncture on me, saying that my breathing was disordered and my meridians were blocked, causing a state of apparent death. Later, the South Sea Divine Nun took me to Jingyue Lake and told me to recuperate here. Since then, I've never left Jingyue Lake."

Wu Sanniang sighed softly, her frozen heart seemingly melting slowly with distant memories, beginning to warm, becoming fragile, and yearning for a man to comfort her.

"Third Sister, don't you miss your husband and children?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, his words striking a nerve with Wu Sanniang, causing her heart to clench.

Wu Sanniang's love for Wu Santong had faded, perhaps because he had abandoned their two sons after her "death," retreating to the mountains.

As for her two sons, who constantly argued over Guo Fu, she no longer cared much, for they had learned independence and no longer needed maternal love.

Wu Sanniang shook her head, leaning on Yang Zhuihui's shoulder, and murmured, "Time changes everything. I've grown accustomed to this tranquil life, so I will never return to the martial world. The bloodshed and violence no longer belong to me."

Yang Zhuihui glanced sideways at the two high, firm breasts beneath Wu Sanniang's collar. On those two pert peaks were two delicate, red cherries that seemed to overflow with juice, making Yang Zhuihui want only to hold them in his mouth and pamper them.

Yang Zhuihui gently put his arm around Wu Sanniang's shoulder, his expression very serious, and asked, "Since Sanniang hasn't stepped into the martial world again, why did you save me?"

"It's fate, I suppose."

A faint smile appeared on Wu Sanniang's face. "Before the Divine Nun left the island, she told me to go to the market on the sixteenth of every month to buy Dragon Face Grass for the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish to eat. When I left Dushi City, I found you unconscious, and then I took you to Jingyue Lake to suck out the poison and heal your wounds."

Dragon Face Grass again, and Immortal Blood Dragon Fish again? Yang Zhuihui felt confused and continued to ask, "Sanniang, what about my underwear?"

"I...I took it to wash...and hung it in the woods...I'll get it for you later..."

Wu Sanniang's body was already starting to heat up. She thought she had become celibate, but a kind of impulse she had never felt before surged in her heart, the most primal human impulse.

Chapter 008, Sanniang, I want to take a bath.

"I haven't taken a bath for several days, and I smell a bit."

Yang Zhuihui sighed.

“It’s not too late to wash after you’re healed,”

Wu Sanniang said calmly, her eyes trembling as if she were afraid of something. When her eyes fell again on Yang Zhuihui’s erect penis, Wu Sanniang felt she shouldn’t have taken off his underwear.

“But it smells a bit here,”

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Wu Sanniang’s hand and pressed it against the erect penis.

“Don’t be so rude…”

Wu Sanniang quickly withdrew her hand and walked out of the house. Her long skirt, swaying like waves, attracted Yang Zhuihui’s attention.

Standing outside, Wu Sanniang’s breathing seemed a little disordered. She felt that her peaceful life had been shattered in an instant by Yang Zhuihui, a man who knew nothing of morality and ethics.

Wu Sanniang’s delicately drawn eyebrows twitched, and she felt a tightness in her chest. When she saw Yang Zhuihui’s penis gradually hardening while treating his injuries, Wu Sanniang lost her focus, causing the poison of the Ice Soul Silver Needle to invade her meridians. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have needed to soak in Jingyue Lake every day to regulate her breathing in order to deal with the Ice Soul Silver Needle poison that could take her life at any time.

Gazing at the mirror-like surface of the lake, Wu Sanniang slowly raised her right hand, exhaled softly, and parted her thin lips slightly, saying, "Immortal Blood Dragon Fish, come forth."

Whenever she felt depressed, she liked to look at the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish.

Bubbles appeared on the water's surface, and suddenly a column of water shot high into the sky. At its highest point, the lake water transformed into a misty drizzle, sprinkling onto Wu Sanniang's extremely thin silk dress, gradually becoming even more transparent.

Brilliant sunlight shone directly, and rainbows stretched across the sky. Outside, Wu Sanniang revealed a faint smile.

At this moment, a huge whirlpool appeared on the water's surface. The current within the whirlpool accelerated, and gusts of warm wind blew, causing the hem of Wu Sanniang's skirt to cling tightly to her thighs, making a splashing sound.

"Awooo..."

A strange cry rang out, and a golden monster emerged from the water.

It was nearly thirty feet long, with dragon scales the size of bowls, yet it had a fish's tail and fins, somewhat resembling a dragon, and somewhat like a snake.

The Immortal Blood Dragonfish leaped up, spun in mid-air, and its thin wings, which had been clinging to its smooth dragon scales, unfurled and fluttered gently. These were almost transparent wings, somewhat like those of a dragonfly.

The Immortal Blood Dragonfish slowly descended, stretching its head out like a child trying to please Wu Sanniang. Wu Sanniang touched the Immortal Blood Dragonfish's horns and said, "Open your mouth."

The Immortal Blood Dragonfish obediently opened its mouth, revealing a golden bead hanging from its throat, swaying back and forth with its breath.

Looking at the luminous pearl, Wu Sanniang said, "It seems the Blood Jade Dragon is almost fully formed. The Divine Nun should be back soon, in four days."

Through the wide-open window, Yang Zhuihui saw this enormous creature, resembling a bird, a fish, and a dragon, both docile and fierce—a creature not to be trifled with. Deeply impressed by this sacred object, Yang Zhuihui hopped to the door, leaned against it, and asked, "Sanniang, what is this?"

Wu Sanniang didn't turn around, answering directly, "This is the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish I told you about. I've been feeding it. Could you get me some Dragon Face Grass to feed it? It's right by your feet."

Yang Zhuihui looked down and saw a bamboo basket containing several tender green herbs. He reluctantly bent his left leg, picked up two handfuls of Dragon Face Grass, and hopped to Wu Sanniang's side. He

casually put his arm around Wu Sanniang's delicate shoulder. Wu Sanniang wanted to remove his hand, but felt that doing so would make her seem psychologically unstable, so she let Yang Zhuihui keep his arm around her.

"Feed it."

Wu Sanniang urged, "Oh, sorry."

Yang Zhuihui smiled awkwardly.

The Immortal Blood Dragon Fish seemed to really like eating Dragon Face Grass; its mouth was wide open. When Yang Zhuihui tossed the Dragon Face Grass over, it bit into it and began to chew.

Yang Zhuihui also saw the Blood Linglong and asked, "Sanniang, what's that thing in its throat?"

"Blood Linglong, a kind of extremely yang substance,"

Wu Sanniang replied.

"Explain it more clearly,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin, his hand still touching Wu Sanniang's shoulder.

Her clothes were so thin that he could touch Wu Sanniang's skin.

"After eating it, one can increase their internal energy by two hundred years and become the strongest internal energy practitioner in the martial arts world. But as I said, it is an extremely yang substance, so without a pure yin woman by one's side, the person who consumes it is very likely to suffer a qi deviation and die!"

Wu Sanniang said.

"Two hundred years..."

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed in amazement, seemingly feeling that he had already obtained such a divine object. He then asked, "From what Third Sister is saying, it seems that only men can consume it?"

"Because the Blood Crystal is extremely yang, if a woman consumes it, she will die from an imbalance of yin and yang. If a man consumes it, at most he will suffer from qi deviation, or he might absorb all the power of the Blood Crystal. I don't know any other details. This is all what the Divine Nun told me. I'm just responsible for raising the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish."

Wu Third Sister looked at the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish, which was still flicking its tail in mid-air, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

"Third Sister, I really don't feel well. Can I take a bath?"

Yang Zhuihui asked. This time, he really wanted to take a bath.

"Take a bath?"

Wu Third Sister seemed a little embarrassed. After thinking for a while, she said, "Wait for me over there. I'll fetch water."

"Okay."

Yang Zhuihui hopped on one foot to the right side of the house, where there was a railing that he could use as a handrail.

After waiting for a while, Yang Zhuihui saw Wu Third Sister, her face flushed, carrying a wooden basin with a towel draped over her shoulders.

"Take off your clothes first, I'll help you wipe them,"

Wu Sanniang said, avoiding Yang Zhuihui's gaze.

"Okay,"

Yang Zhuihui replied and began to undress.

Ancient clothes were easy to take off; a tug on the belt, and the clothes were easily pulled off. Pants were a bit more troublesome, though, since Yang Zhuihui was now a cripple. With great effort, and finally with Wu Sanniang's help, Yang Zhuihui managed to remove his pants.

Now completely naked, Yang Zhuihui clutched his genitals, thinking of a woman of unparalleled beauty standing behind him, possibly staring at his buttocks, and he wanted to turn away immediately.

"I'll help you wipe them now,"

Wu Sanniang said, her breathing becoming rapid. As she squatted down to rub a towel, she couldn't help but glance at Yang Zhuihui's two somewhat dark testicles.

(No! I can't look!

Chapter 009, Third Sister Helps Me Take a Bath)

Wu Sanniang secretly berated herself, hastily rubbed the towel a few times, and stood up to begin wiping Yang Zhuihui's back.

When Wu Sanniang's hand, holding the towel, reached in front of Yang Zhuihui and began wiping his strong chest, Yang Zhuihui, in a moment of excitement, released his hand that had been suppressing his manhood, and his manhood suddenly stood erect, like that immortal blood dragon fish.

At this moment, Wu Sanniang's body was already pressed against Yang Zhuihui's back. Because she had been underwater to regulate her breathing, Wu Sanniang hadn't put her bodice back on yet, and her two jade breasts were pressing against Yang Zhuihui's back with the movement of her hand, the slight touch causing Wu Sanniang's nipples to gradually harden.

After wiping his back, chest, and abdomen, an awkward situation arose. How should she wipe Yang Zhuihui's lower body?

Seeing Wu Sanniang stop moving, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Third Sister, what's wrong?"

"No...no..."

Wu Sanniang chuckled dryly, took two steps back, and began wiping Yang Zhuihui's buttocks.

It was the first time a woman had wiped his buttocks with a towel, and Yang Zhuihui instantly felt an unquenchable fire of desire burning between his legs; his glans was bright red, and he almost ejaculated.

After wiping Yang Zhuihui's buttocks several times, Wu Sanniang's hand holding the towel slowly moved forward, her body pressing against Yang Zhuihui's back again, her two extremely elastic breasts rubbing against his back.

Wu Sanniang's nipples were already hard; even the slightest friction drove her almost mad.

Her long-dormant desires had been inadvertently awakened by Yang Zhuihui, and the torrent of desire was about to overwhelm her, leaving her intoxicated.

When the towel touched Yang Zhuihui's penis, Wu Sanniang trembled all over, unable to resist starting to masturbate.

Even through the towel, Wu Sanniang could easily feel the temperature emanating from his penis, a temperature unlike any other, enough to scorch her restless heart.

"Third Sister, I'll make a mistake if you do this."

Yang Zhuihui gasped, experiencing for the first time in his life someone masturbating him. The pleasure made him tremble several times, and his glans immediately secreted glistening drops of fluid. Uncontrollable lust was conquering Yang Zhuihui's heart.

Suddenly, the towel fell to the ground, and Wu Sanniang directly grasped Yang Zhuihui's penis with her hand. Her nipples rubbed against Yang Zhuihui's back, and Wu Sanniang felt a tingling sensation all over her body. She increased the speed of her masturbation.

"Third Sister... I'm... I'm going to come!"

Yang Zhuihui's body trembled, and after a moment of intense pleasure, a stream of semen shot out, directly into Jingyue Lake.

"Third Sister, thank you."

Yang Zhuihui was almost powerless.

Wu Sanniang held Yang Zhuihui's slowly softening penis, unwilling to let go for a long time. When Yang Zhuihui's penis was as soft as an eel, Wu Sanniang released her hand, her pretty face flushed, and quickly stepped back, saying, "Young Master, Third Sister has been presumptuous, please forget everything I just did!"

Wu Sanniang felt her breathing was a little disordered again, so she hurriedly ran into the wooden house, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to regulate her breathing.

In her excitement, the Ice Soul Silver Needle poison that she had forcibly suppressed immediately took the opportunity to cause trouble, which made Wu Sanniang suffer.

Yang Zhuihui was still standing there, looking down at his penis, which the silly girl had called a "little bird," and muttered to himself, "Looks like I can go to Wu Sanniang now, but only after my leg is healed." Stimulated

by this wicked thought, his penis, which had already softened, gradually hardened again. The Immortal Blood Dragon Fish, which had been playing in the air, slowly descended, looking at Yang Zhuihui's penis with an incredulous gaze.

Yang Zhuihui broke out in a cold sweat, clutching his penis, and said, "This is pubic hair, this is a penis, not dragon-face grass! Don't do anything reckless!"

"Awooo, awooo."

The Immortal Blood Dragonfish seemed to know what Yang Zhuihui was talking about. It cried out twice and fell into the water, splashing up several ripples before disappearing into the depths.

Thinking that such a powerful and sacred creature like the Immortal Blood Dragonfish was hiding in such a calm lake, Yang Zhuihui gasped. It seemed that rebirth was indeed different; he had ended up in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes, but encountered a different storyline.

That's right, if it were no different from the original The Return of the Condor Heroes, what would be the point of rebirth? However, the book by Fengyoujing had long since ended abruptly, and Yang Zhuihui couldn't be sure what would happen next, or if it would have a perfect ending.

The supposedly fallen Wu Sanniang had miraculously survived and was now raising the sacred Immortal Blood Dragonfish in this idyllic paradise, along with the supremely yang object, the Blood Linglong. If he could obtain the Blood Linglong and cultivate with a pure yin woman, he wouldn't be afraid of ten Li Mochous.

Hehe, ten more, Yang Zhuihui would make them all climax!

A gentle breeze caressed his face, and Yang Zhuihui smiled faintly, seemingly finding rebirth quite pleasant. Although it lacked modern amenities like computers, electric lights, bicycles, and skateboards, it possessed a retro charm that lingered in his memory, reminiscent of the misty rain of Jiangnan. Only he knew the contentment he felt.

Thinking about the lack of modern things here, Yang Zhuihui recalled his former job.

He was a lingerie shop owner! Ancient women wore undergarments and trousers, completely covering their bodies—what a waste! One day, Yang Zhuihui would definitely use his hardworking hands to fully showcase the beauty of ancient women!

After resting outside for a while, Yang Zhuihui tried to pick up his trousers from the ground, but his right leg was stiff and he couldn't bend it. He could only turn and call out, "Third Sister, could you pick up my trousers for me? I can't reach."

Wu Sanniang, who was meditating, dispersed the true energy gathered in her dantian and slowly opened her eyes. Her gentle eyes revealed a sharp glint, a result of her meditation.

She seemed to have forgotten the awkwardness just now, responded and walked out, bending down to pick up the trousers from the ground. Not daring to look Yang Zhuihui in the eye, she slowly handed the trousers over.

"Help me put these on."

Saying this, Yang Zhuihui gripped the railing, channeled his inner strength, and slowly floated up, landing in a flat position.

"You're so shameless, using your lightness skill like that!"

Wu Sanniang smiled helplessly, quickly helping Yang Zhuihui pull on the trousers. When she noticed the prominent mound in his crotch, she asked somewhat helplessly, "Guo'er, aren't you being a bit too much? Still like that."

Chapter 010, Eating There?

Yang Zhuihui slowly landed on the ground, understanding the meaning behind Wu Sanniang's words. He shrugged, a little helpless, and said, "Sanniang, Guo'er can't do anything about it. It's just that it's so disobedient. Do you want Guo'er to force it to soften with a sword? Hehe, maybe Guo'er has a generation gap with people of this era? In Guo'er's view, it's a bodily instinct. Since it's an instinct, why forcibly suppress it? Don't you think so?"

"Yes, yes, yes, what Guo'er says is the truth, what Sanniang says is nonsense, okay?"

Wu Sanniang shook her head helplessly and said, "I'll help you back to your room to rest. I'll change your dressing later."

"Okay."

Yang Zhuihui responded, naturally putting his arm around Wu Sanniang's shoulder. Wu Sanniang was used to Yang Zhuihui's action and chuckled as she helped him inside.

The two sat on the edge of the bed chatting, Yang Zhuihui keeping his arm around her shoulder, while Wu Sanniang shyly leaned on his shoulder. At first glance, they looked somewhat like a divine couple.

After chatting for half an hour, Wu Sanniang went to prepare lunch for Yang Zhuihui.

Dressed in white, Wu Sanniang gracefully flew towards the lakeside. Her ribbons fluttered in the wind, her skirt billowing. Yang Zhuihui, standing at the doorway, was mesmerized. Wu Sanniang was simply a fairy! And a fairy who had just performed masturbation for him!

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Sanniang returned carrying a basket of apples and pears. When Yang Zhuihui realized this was lunch, he was astonished and hurriedly asked, "Sanniang, do you usually eat this?"

Wu Sanniang nodded naturally, saying, "Cultivators all eat like this, so you won't see any pots or pans."

"These fruits are very nutritious, but you can't just eat this. You also need to eat some rice or meat, otherwise you'll have a nutritional imbalance, which might lead to stunted growth and endocrine disorders,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a mournful face.

"Nutrition? Endocrine disorders?"

Wu Sanniang looked at Yang Zhuihui with confusion, seemingly not understanding these modern terms.

"Never mind, eat up."

Yang Zhuihui picked a ripe, red apple and was about to eat it when Wu Sanniang snatched it away, shaking her head. "It's not washed yet!"

Wu Sanniang picked five large apples and a pear and took them to the lake to wash. After washing them, she ran to Yang Zhuihui and handed him one.

"Sanniang, since you call me Guo'er, that's like taking advantage of Guo'er, so you have to give me some advantage too!"

Yang Zhuihui said with a mischievous grin.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's mischievous grin, Wu Sanniang knew he had no good intentions and asked, "So, what advantage does Guo'er want to take from Sanniang?"

"Feed me with your mouth,"

Yang Zhuihui said playfully.

Wu Sanniang rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and scolded, "Guo'er, you're so young and already have such thoughts. It seems you've become naughty."

"How am I naughty? Is it on top or on the bottom?"

Yang Zhuihui continued to tease Wu Sanniang.

"Eat it yourself, I won't feed you. If you don't want it, I'll feed it to the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish!"

Wu Sanniang glared at Yang Zhuihui, seemingly angry, but secretly overjoyed. Yang Zhuihui's arrival had brought life to her boring life, making her feel as if the sunshine had brightened a bit. She especially liked this slightly ambiguous feeling.

"Just this once, okay?"

Yang Zhuihui looked at Wu Sanniang like a kitten yearning for fish.

"Alright, alright, I give up."

Wu Sanniang picked the biggest apple, parted her pearly teeth, smiled with moist eyes, and with a crisp "snap," bit off a piece of fruit, putting it in her mouth. She gestured for Yang Zhuihui to bend down, and Wu Sanniang's hand landed on Yang Zhuihui's shoulder, with a mix of unease and excitement. Wu Sanniang leaned closer to Yang Zhuihui and put the fruit in her mouth.

Yang Zhuihui felt a surge of heat in his groin, opened his mouth wide and bit the fruit. Wu Sanniang quickly released her mouth and put the fruit, still wet with her saliva, into Yang Zhuihui's mouth.

Yang Zhuihui chewed on the apple; it was sweet and delicious, perhaps because it contained Wu Sanniang's saliva?

"Is that enough?"

Wu Sanniang rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui again, feeling that he was now as mischievous as her son, always craving his mother's attention.

*Gulp*...

After swallowing the fruit, Yang Zhuihui licked his lips and laughed, "Sanniang, there's still so much left, how can you say it's enough?"

"Sigh, you naughty boy."

Having succeeded once, Wu Sanniang deftly bit off a piece of fruit and continued to offer it to Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui grinned mischievously, suddenly wrapping his arms around Wu Sanniang's neck and kissing her red lips, sucking on them while drawing the fruit into his own mouth, thus tasting both.

"Mmm..."

Wu Sanniang groaned and quickly pushed Yang Zhuihui away, her face flushed. Despite being offended by Yang Zhuihui several times, Wu Sanniang wasn't angry; instead, she felt a little pleased, at least it proved she was still very much a woman.

"It tastes really good."

Yang Zhuihui smiled naturally.

"The rest... you can eat it yourself..."

Wu Sanniang hurriedly handed the remaining half of the apple to Yang Zhuihui.

"Isn't it the rest?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, puzzled.

"What rest?"

Wu Sanniang asked, a little confused.

Yang Zhuihui still had his arm around Wu Sanniang, and his other restless hand groped down her side. When it reached her waist, Wu Sanniang quickly grabbed his hand, glared at him, and said, "Don't do anything like that, or I'll throw you into the water to feed the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish!"

Seeing that Wu Sanniang was a little angry, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to restrain himself, coughed twice, and said, "I'm sorry, Guo'er knows he was wrong."

"Okay, then you can eat it yourself."

Yang Zhuihui took half an apple and began to chew. With the help of Wu Sanniang's saliva, Yang Zhuihui ate his lunch very well, although he was still a little unaccustomed to it.

After all, in modern times, he ate meat and fish every day, but in this world, he could only eat fruit? Yang Zhuihui liked being with the Divine Condor; at least it would find snake gallbladders for him to eat.

Yang Zhuihui leaned against the door eating fruit, while Wu Sanniang sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating.

After finishing his meal, Yang Zhuihui leaned against the railing, searching for the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish, but he didn't know where it was hiding. The lake was very deep, and all he could see was a large patch of darkness; he couldn't even see a small fish.

After basking in the sun for a while, Yang Zhuihui hopped into the house and saw that Wu Sanniang had been sitting there for a long time, motionless like a Buddha statue. Yang Zhuihui felt a little sullen.

"Sanniang," Yang Zhuihui called out. Wu Sanniang didn't answer him, not even opening her eyes. "Sanniang?" Yang Zhuihui called again. Wu Sanniang remained completely still. "Could she be dead?" Yang Zhuihui was startled. Letting such a beautiful woman die without explanation would be a tremendous waste—a truly exquisite beauty! "Sanniang?" Yang Zhuihui called out, jumping to the bedside and tentatively placing his finger under Wu Sanniang's nose. The warm breath on his finger, and seeing her slightly trembling breasts, Yang Zhuihui felt relieved. But why wasn't she responding? A little bored, Yang Zhuihui sat on the edge of the bed, habitually putting his arm around Wu Sanniang's shoulder, and said, "Sanniang, Sanniang, what are you doing? Why aren't you talking to Guo'er?" Only the pounding of his own heart answered Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui yawned, unsure what to do, staring at Wu Sanniang's hazy breasts for a moment, his lust causing his penis to slowly harden. "Sanniang, if you don't speak, I'm going to use my hand!" Yang Zhuihui threatened. Chapter 11, May 26th , Dual Cultivation : At this moment, Wu Sanniang was circulating her internal energy, trying to expel the poison from the Ice Soul Silver Needles. She had long since lost contact with the outside world and hadn't heard Yang Zhuihui's words at all. "Then I'll begin." Yang Zhuihui thought Wu Sanniang was pretending to sleep, so he slowly pulled open her collar, very slowly, like a thief, completely exposing her left shoulder. He continued pulling it down, and her left breast was completely and unobstructed, exposed to Yang Zhuihui's lustful eyes. Seeing the dark red cherry at the peak of her breast, Yang Zhuihui, having lost his mind, grabbed Wu Sanniang's left arm, placing it on his shoulder. He bent down and kissed around Wu Sanniang's shoulder blade, slowly kissing down, sucking hard on the soft flesh that was very close to her breast. Yang Zhuihui's tongue then climbed to the highest point, biting the cherry and beginning to gently suckle. Tsk tsk, tsk tsk... tsk tsk... Not satisfied with just sucking, Yang Zhuihui simply used his left hand to support Wu Sanniang's left breast, pinching and sucking it, his crotch already bulging with his little dragon. Yang Zhuihui was licking with great pleasure. In his subconscious, the breasts of a mature woman nearing forty or fifty should be somewhat sagging, with very dark nipples, but in reality, that was completely different. Wu Sanniang's breasts were firm and soft, and the color of her nipples was very beautiful. Yang Zhuihui even suspected that Wu Sanniang had cultivated some kind of martial art that could bleach breasts. Yang Zhuihui was licking with great enjoyment, but Wu Sanniang, who was still expelling the poison, was not doing so. Before expelling the poison, Wu Sanniang should have warned Yang Zhuihui never to touch her, otherwise, it wouldn't be Yang Zhuihui who would suffer, but herself! Her body was attacked by Yang Zhuihui, and her body instinctively accelerated the blood flow, causing the true qi gathered in her dantian to become disordered. The Ice Soul Silver Needle Poison, which had already been forced below her Adam's apple, flowed backward, spreading throughout Wu Sanniang's body at an even faster speed. "Ugh..." Wu Sanniang's throat tightened, and a spurt of blood gushed out, landing on the ground. She quickly flung Yang Zhuihui's hand away, clutching her chest, her face instantly turning pale. "What's wrong?" Yang Zhuihui was terrified. Wu Sanniang swiftly pressed the two acupoints between her breasts, Tanzhong and Lingxu, barely managing to control the poison from the Ice Soul Silver Needles. She wanted to curse Yang Zhuihui but couldn't bring herself to do it. After all, she was also at fault, having allowed Yang Zhuihui to take liberties with her. Besides, if her breathing were disrupted again, she would die. "What's wrong?" Yang Zhuihui asked again, wanting to grab Wu Sanniang's hand but hesitant to move. Seeing that Wu Sanniang's breathing was more rapid than before, he asked, "Is the poison attacking your heart?" Wu Sanniang took a deep breath, trying to calm her breathing, and said, "You really shouldn't be like this. I'll give you whatever I can, understand? You need my consent before doing this. Now the poison is all concentrated around my heart. If my will falters, the poison will really attack my heart, and then you'll have no choice but to bury me." Realizing he had made a grave mistake, Yang Zhuihui clenched his fists and whispered, "I'm sorry, Sanniang, I won't do this again. Tell me how to cure you!" Wu Sanniang tried to force the poison back by circulating her internal energy, but unfortunately, her vital meridians were blocked by the Ice Soul Silver Needle poison. She couldn't circulate her energy at all and could only lean against the headboard, gently stroking her chest, and said, "The Ice Soul Silver Needle poison is extremely yin in nature. To completely remove it, we must use something extremely yang." "What is something extremely yang? I'll go find it!" Yang Zhuihui said firmly. Wu Sanniang's face flushed slightly. She shook her head, a bitter expression on her face, and said softly, "Forget it, forget it. Anyway, I'm almost in my coffin, so I won't waste any more time. Guo'er, if Sanniang leaves, you must be a good person. Now that you're under Guo Jing's command, you should help them eliminate the Mongol invaders and Japanese pirates, and restore our Ming Dynasty, understand? Now the Jiajing Emperor is obsessed with alchemy and has handed over the reins of government to Yan Song and his son. The people are suffering, and there are internal and external troubles. Alas!" "I don't understand those grand principles. I just want to live peacefully with Sanniang here. We can still have our own children!" Yang Zhuihui said firmly. Wu Sanniang covered her forehead, smiled faintly, her emotions a mixture of joy and worry. She shook her head helplessly and said, "Guo'er, a man's ambition lies in the four corners of the world. Besides, Sanniang's body is not pure to begin with. I'm not good enough for you. Don't you still have Xiaolongnu?" Yang Zhuihui was stunned by this question. Damn it! He shouldn't have said he and Xiaolongnü had a secret affair! To be honest, since being reborn into the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes, Wu Sanniang was the closest person to him. From a certain perspective, Wu Sanniang's position in his heart had become more important, especially since she had even taken drugs for him. Perhaps it was because he hadn't met Xiaolongnü yet that Yang Zhuihui said such a thing. In any case, Yang Zhuihui loved all the women in this world! Who could blame him when every woman was described in such tantalizing terms by the author of the novel "Tiger Oil"? Now, Wu Sanniang was the first woman Yang Zhuihui wanted to take! "Sanniang, to be honest, Guo'er is so unrestrained and romantic, so I can't live my life only with Xiaolongnü. You can call me a beast, or you can call me a romantic, but as long as you're willing to be with me, I don't care what you say!" Yang Zhuihui suddenly grasped Wu Sanniang's hand and said affectionately. "Guo'er." Wu Sanniang quickly brushed Yang Zhuihui's hand away, closed her eyes, and said, "Don't do anything rash, I'm poisoned." "Sanniang, just tell me how to force all the poison out of your body. As long as it can save you, I'm willing to die. My life originally belonged to you!"

“A solution…”

Wu Sanniang looked out the window and murmured, “There is a solution, but it’s too unethical. Forget it, forget it.”

“Speak!”

Yang Zhuihui said in a commanding tone. Right now, Wu Sanniang’s life was more important than anything else.

"Since you want to know, I'll tell you, but it's impossible anyway."

After a pause, Wu Sanniang continued, "Four days later, the Blood Jade will take shape inside the mouth of the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish. As long as you can consume the Blood Jade, gather the ultimate Yang energy in your body, and then cultivate with a pure Yin woman..."

At this point, Wu Sanniang's cheeks flushed, and she whispered, "That is, cultivate with me. Not only can you force out the deadly poison in my body, but you can also successfully fuse with the Blood Jade, possessing five hundred years of internal energy. There is absolutely no one else in the world whose internal energy can compare with Guo'er's..."

Cultivation, the legendary cultivation, and cultivation with Sanniang...

Chapter 012, Flying Together with Sanniang Yang

Zhuihui almost had a nosebleed, and asked stupidly, "Can I eat it before the Blood Jade is formed?"

"Absolutely not. You must wait until the night of the full moon on the fourth day, when the moonlight shines brightly, for the outer skin of the Blood Jade to loosen. That skin contains deadly poison, even more terrible than the poison in my body. It will rot as soon as you touch it. Guo'er, you absolutely cannot have such thoughts!"

Wu Sanniang hurriedly said.

"I understand, I understand."

Yang Zhuihui nodded vigorously, not wanting to disturb Wu Sanniang's life force any further. If she couldn't survive four days and passed away, it would be such a pity.

"Guo'er, the nun will probably be back in a day or two. I'm afraid she might harm you, so you should leave first. Just consider what Sanniang said to you as nonsense, okay?"

"I won't leave. I want to stay with Sanniang. Do you think a nun would kill me?"

Yang Zhuihui was very stubborn.

"Then be good, okay? If the nun asks, just say you're my godson, understand?"

Yang Zhuihui naturally wouldn't object and nodded.

After chatting for a while, a question suddenly popped into Yang Zhuihui's mind. Wu Sanniang had just said she was a pure yin woman, but doesn't pure yin mean virginity?

Risking a scolding from Wu Sanniang, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Sanniang, you said that if I consume the Blood Linglong, I must find a pure Yin woman for dual cultivation. But doesn't a pure Yin woman mean a woman who has never consummated her marriage?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Sanniang blushed and murmured, "There are two kinds of people in the world who can be considered pure Yin women. The first is like what Guo'er said, and the second is a woman who has cultivated the Nine Yang Manual. Sanniang was taught by the Divine Nun and has been cultivating the internal energy method of the Nine Yin Manual."

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui only wanted to ask if the Nine Yin Manual could repair a hymen, but then thought it best not to ask such a highly technical question, since the current situation meant that Wu Sanniang was also a pure Yin woman.

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui said, "Third Sister, actually, even if I wanted to leave, I couldn't. Look at my leg, I'm afraid it won't heal for another four days. I really don't know how I'll manage to snatch the Blood Jade then."

"Guo'er, the Blood Jade is the possession of the Divine Nun. It's better not to touch it. Third Sister has no desires in this life, I only hope that the people I care about can be safe and sound. Do you understand what I mean?"

Wu Sanniang seemed somewhat forlorn, the door to her emotions had long been opened by Yang Zhuihui.

"Actually, my thoughts are the same as Third Sister's. I can't let go of Third Sister either, so I can't let you die. I won't try to get you by despicable means like before. I will be upright and honest, and make you willingly be with me!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted, very firmly.

Wu Sanniang smiled bitterly, shook her head, and said, "I need to rest. If you touch me again, Sanniang won't see the moon tonight."

"Mm."

Yang Zhuihui responded and walked out of the house. Leaning against the railing, he looked at the unfathomable Jingyue Lake and muttered, "You monstrous creature, I'll definitely devour your Blood Linglong in four days. I don't care what kind of nun she is. If she dares to mess with me, I'll make her beg for my services!"

Thinking of the South Sea Nun, a question suddenly popped into Yang Zhuihui's mind: if she's a nun, does that mean she's a virgin?

Instantly, a lewd smile appeared on Yang Zhuihui's face as he fantasized about the South Sea Nun he hadn't yet met. Yang Zhuihui's mouth was practically watering. If the South Sea Nun were a nun with sagging breasts and skin as old as tree bark, Yang Zhuihui would feel nauseous at today's fantasy.

Unable to disturb Wu Sanniang and unable to cross to the other side, Yang Zhuihui, bored out of his mind, simply turned around and sat on the railing, enjoying the legendary sunbathing – the beginning of a blissful life!

He sat there for almost the entire afternoon. As the sun began to set, Wu Sanniang, who had finished resting, walked out lightly and was startled to see Yang Zhuihui sitting there dozing. The lakebed was the hunting ground for Immortal Blood Dragonfish; if Yang Zhuihui fell in, he would most likely end up in the belly of an Immortal Blood Dragonfish.

Wu Sanniang, afraid of startling Yang Zhuihui, tried to wake him with a gentle voice. When she saw that Yang Zhuihui's crotch was bulging again with his enormous member, she smiled helplessly, shook her head, and said softly, "Guo'er, it's time for dinner."

Yang Zhuihui, who was dreaming of fighting hundreds of rounds with Aoi Sora, woke up from his erotic dream, gripped the railing, and saw Wu Sanniang standing in front of him. He grinned foolishly a few times, swallowed hard, and quickly circulated his qi to make his engorged member subside. Only then did he feel a little relieved. It wouldn't be right to keep making Wu Sanniang blush.

Yang Zhuihui looked Wu Sanniang up and down and noticed that she was wearing a pure white bodice.

"What shall we eat?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, landing on one leg.

"Third Sister isn't just someone who eats fruit. For dinner tonight..."

Wu San Niang smiled sweetly and said, "I'll take you to the market to find something to eat."

But she immediately frowned and muttered, "It seems we can't get across. I can't use my internal energy, and you, Guo'er, have no feeling in your leg. You're crippled and I'm missing something. Sigh, let's just eat the remaining apples."

Seeing Wu San Niang's distress, Yang Zhuihui laughed and said, "Third Sister, it's true that I'm crippled and you're missing something, but if we combine, we'll become a circle, neither crippled nor missing. Don't you think so?"

"Who wants to combine with you? Shame on you!"

Wu San Niang retorted.

"No, no, that's not what Guo'er meant. What Guo'er meant was..."

Yang Zhuihui thought about how to express his thoughts, and after a moment, continued, "Let's just do it directly, Third Sister, come on."

Yang Zhuihui turned around and patted his back. "Climb up, and I'll carry you across."

"No, you have no feeling in your left leg. You can't fly across,"

Wu San Niang shook her head.

“Third Sister, hold onto my waist, and lend me your left leg. You're so smart, you should understand what I mean. Although I have difficulty walking with one leg, flying to the other side shouldn't be a problem. Just trust me,”

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

“No, it's too risky,”

Wu Sanniang shook her head. She wasn't mainly thinking about herself; she was afraid they wouldn't be able to fly to the shore and would fall into the water. The Immortal Blood Dragon Fish might smell her scent and not eat her, but Yang Zhuihui might not be so lucky. If he were swallowed by the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish, Wu Sanniang wouldn't want to live either.

“Sigh, what a hassle,”

Yang Zhuihui stuck out his tongue and sighed helplessly. Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly heard a bird's chirp. His eyes lit up, and Yang Zhuihui was so excited he almost jumped up, shouting, “That's right, that's right! How could I forget about that silly bird? With its help, we can go to the market!”

With his index and middle fingers in his mouth, a clear whistle, like the cry of a hawk, echoed in all directions.

Wu Sanniang felt her steps falter slightly, thinking to herself: "Guo'er may be young, but his internal strength is truly profound. It seems he will definitely become a grandmaster in the future!

" "He should come, right? Although I don't have much of a relationship with him,"

Yang Zhuihui muttered.

A bird's cry pierced the sky!

Yang Zhuihui looked up sharply and saw the divine eagle plummeting down like a plane crash.

"Don't fly over the water, you'll be hunted by the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish!"

Wu Sanniang cried out.

"Don't... fly... over... the... water... like... a... stupid... bird!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted at the top of his lungs.

The divine eagle was very intelligent. With a loud cry, it flew down from directly above Yang Zhuihui and landed behind the two of them.

The divine eagle looked at Yang Zhuihui, then at Wu Sanniang, and flapped its wings. Little did it know that every time Yang Zhuihui called its name, he was actually cursing it.

"Good boy, silly bird, you're the most obedient to me. Next time I'll find you snake gall to eat."

Yang Zhuihui stroked the eagle's fluffy head and said, "We're going to the market. Will you take us to a place closer, okay?"

The eagle nodded, its long beak open, and excitedly flapped its wings, already wanting to fly.

"Third Sister, please get on. This mode of transportation isn't very safe, but with me here, you can definitely sit comfortably."

Yang Zhuihui invited politely, "Alright."

Wu Sanniang was also very excited. She had never ridden in an eagle before. Before Yang Zhuihui could say anything more, Wu Sanniang straddled the eagle's back and held out her hand to Yang Zhuihui.

"Thank you, Third Sister!"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Wu Sanniang's hand tightly. Wu Sanniang pulled hard, and Yang Zhuihui sat behind her.

"Silly bird, fly."

Yang Zhuihui patted the eagle's neck.

The eagle cried out and flew towards the solitary rock.

Looking down at the magnificent landscape of the Ming Dynasty, Wu Sanniang began to sigh, but her body trembled slightly.

It turned out that Yang Zhuihui's restless hands were caressing her lower abdomen, moving up and down.

"Don't be so handsy! If the poison gets to your heart, I'll feed you to the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish!"

Wu Sanniang threatened.

Chapter 013, Gentle Sanniang .

The flying eagle was incredibly fast, and Yang Zhuihui could barely keep his eyes open. He said, "Sanniang, I don't mean to take advantage of you, it's just that this silly bird flies too fast, I'm afraid I'll fall. I'm timid, I'm sorry."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui tightly embraced Wu Sanniang, inhaling her body fragrance that could drive any man in the world crazy. Yang Zhuihui was also almost driven mad, his manhood pressing against Wu Sanniang's buttocks, gently rubbing against her. Even through the thin skirt, it was incredibly pleasurable.

Wu Sanniang wasn't sure if Yang Zhuihui was telling the truth. She sat stiffly on the bird's back, her face gradually turning from white to red, her breathing quickening, but not to the point of being poisoned.

"Guo'er, do you hate the Mongols and Japanese pirates?"

Wu Sanniang asked, trying to distract Yang Zhuihui and avoid making things worse.

"They occupy my land and kill my people! How could I not hate such a lowly people? If I weren't so weak, I would have already run to Mongolia and raped the Tatar leader!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

"Chrysanthemum? Are there chrysanthemums this season?"

Wu Sanniang asked疑惑地, not understanding the meaning of "rape the chrysanthemum." If

Wu Sanniang understood this modern internet slang, she'd be a god.

Yang Zhuihui smiled, hugging Wu Sanniang even tighter, his body shifting slightly, his sensitive glans gently rubbing against her buttocks, waves of tingling almost making him ejaculate.

"Rape the chrysanthemum means to kill them in a very cruel way,"

Yang Zhuihui explained.

“After years of self-cultivation, I don’t agree with this approach. Guo’er, you’re young and full of vigor, it’s normal to have these thoughts, but our Great Ming is a peaceful nation, we can’t be as brutal as them. Besides, you can’t be called a thug by them, understand? So let the laws of the Great Ming punish them.”

Wu San Niang said, pointing diagonally downwards, and said happily, “We’ve finally arrived at Dushi City!”

The flying speed of the Divine Eagle was no less than that of a bus. It flew for a full quarter of an hour, it seemed that there was still some distance between Jingyue Lake and Dushi City.

The Divine Eagle landed in a secluded spot, Yang Zhuihui hopped to the ground on one foot, Wu San Niang followed closely behind, afraid that he would not be able to stand, so she offered her shoulder for him to support.

“Silly bird, thank you, get some rest.”

Yang Zhuihui patted the Divine Eagle’s head, and the Divine Eagle flew away happily.

Reaching the roadside, looking left and right, Yang Zhuihui said bluntly, "Third Sister, let me tell you, I have absolutely no sense of direction. I have no idea where I am."

"Third Sister, although I only set foot in Dushi City once a month, I still know this is the west side of the city, quite close to the General's Mansion. Would you like me to take you back? Guo Jing and his wife must miss you terribly,"

Wu Sanniang laughed, her eyes filled with affection.

"Miss them? Then why don't you go see your husband and son, Third Sister?"

Yang Zhuihui countered. "

Let's not talk about the past. Guo'er, why are you asking such a question? Don't you want to…"

Wu Sanniang seemed unsure how to clarify their relationship.

Age-wise, Yang Zhuihui could be her son; emotionally, she quite liked this somewhat clumsy man. She wondered if this was what they called mutual understanding.

"I really want to be with Third Sister,"

Yang Zhuihui said, hugging Wu Sanniang tightly and kissing her on the cheek.

Wu Sanniang seemed to feel her body temperature rise immediately, her eyes flickering. She said calmly, "Don't do that, I'll get poisoned."

Relying on the poison from the Ice Soul Silver Needles within her, Wu Sanniang constantly threatened Yang Zhuihui with the threat of poison attacking his heart, forcing Yang Zhuihui to become somewhat obedient.

After a moment of silence, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Sanniang, I'm not very familiar with the Dushi area, and I don't know what to eat. Could you lead the way?"

"I'll take you to eat beggar's chicken. I remember there's an authentic shop nearby; let's look for it."

With that, Wu Sanniang helped the limping Yang Zhuihui walk forward.

After walking for nearly fifteen minutes, they arrived at an inn with a sign that read: Phoenix Chicken Inn.

"This is it. We can eat here and rest for the night before heading back tomorrow morning,"

Wu Sanniang said.

Yang Zhuihui sniffed; a fragrant aroma of meat wafted towards him, along with the refreshing scent of lotus leaves.

His appetite was whetted, and Yang Zhuihui's stomach began to rumble, indicating his strong interest in beggar's chicken.

"I'll help you,"

Wu Sanniang said a few words before helping Yang Zhuihui into the inn.

Yang Zhuihui planned to eat in the lobby, but Wu Sanniang was afraid of running into acquaintances, so she asked the innkeeper for a superior room and ordered that the roasted beggar's chicken be brought directly to the room. She then helped Yang Zhuihui into the room.

After letting Yang Zhuihui sit on the bed, Wu Sanniang went out to fetch water.

Yang Zhuihui lay sprawled on the bed, wondering what to do after dinner. It was a pity that San Niang was poisoned and that he was lame; otherwise, they could have enjoyed some intimate moments.

"What a pity,"

Yang Zhuihui muttered, seemingly thinking tonight would be nothing special.

As Yang Zhuihui was lost in thought, Wu San Niang brought in warm water and placed it at his feet, saying, "Wash your face first, then your feet, and you can get a good night's sleep."

Wu San Niang wrung out a towel and handed it to Yang Zhuihui, letting him wash his face.

"Once your legs are more flexible, you can wash them yourself."

Wu San Niang helped Yang Zhuihui remove his boots, carefully guiding his feet into the water, gently wiping his toes.

Because Wu San Niang was bent over, Yang Zhuihui's gaze went directly into her neckline, seeing two mounds of snow-white flesh. It was a pity that her pure white bodice was tightly wrapped around her, otherwise, her cleavage would have been completely exposed.

Recalling the scene of him kneading Wu Sanniang's breasts during the day, Yang Zhuihui's penis gradually hardened again, making it difficult to soften, because this beautiful woman was simply too alluring.

"Your feet are quite white. It seems you weren't what I imagined when you were little."

Wu Sanniang laughed, diligently rubbing Yang Zhuihui's feet.

"They're alright."

Yang Zhuihui replied. He didn't know much about Yang Guo's childhood, except that he seemed to have spent his days wandering the market before being rescued by Huang Rong. He himself had spent his childhood playing video games, being a homebody who was too lazy to go out, preferring to hide in his room with one or two close friends playing video games.

"I miss it a bit."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"What?"

Wu Sanniang shook the water droplets off her hands, looked up, and saw that Yang Zhuihui's crotch was already bulging. She immediately blushed, as if she had returned to her wedding night.

"I'm sorry!"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly covered his crotch, grinning foolishly.

"At your age, this is perfectly normal. Hehe, I scolded you again, why are you apologizing? I'm going to get the foot bath water."

Wu Sanniang hurriedly went out.

Before Wu Sanniang returned, the waiter had already brought up the prepared food. Among them, the one that made Yang Zhuihui's mouth water the most was the beggar's chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.

Although wrapped in lotus leaves, the rich aroma of meat still wafted over, making Yang Zhuihui's mouth water. He could almost see the beggar's chicken dancing on the round table, waiting for him to pounce on it.

At this moment, Wu Sanniang walked in with an empty basin. Seeing Yang Zhuihui's appearance, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, sweetly saying, "Guo'er, it seems you like beggar's chicken more than you like Sanniang. Why don't you stay here and learn to make beggar's chicken from your master? You can also send a few to Jingyue Lake for Sanniang to eat when you have time, how about that?"

After putting down the empty basin, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Yang Zhuihui's handsome face. Her gaze moved down, and seeing that his manhood was still erect, Wu Sanniang felt a little helpless.

Chapter 014, Savage Guo Fu

"How can beggar's chicken compare to Sanniang? Sanniang is unique, and I like her very much."

Looking at Wu Sanniang's face, which was comparable to Chang'e, Yang Zhuihui only wanted to lean over and kiss her a few times, but unfortunately, he was physically unable to do so, and Sanniang was seriously injured.

"Always talking nonsense!"

Wu Sanniang glared at Yang Zhuihui, asking helplessly, "Guo'er, what about this? If it's like this every night when we sleep together, I won't dare sleep with you anymore, afraid you'll get bored."

Yang Zhuihui stroked his chin, a slightly wicked smile on his face, and said, "Sanniang, how about you help me soften it?"

"No."

Wu Sanniang refused, then paused, softening her tone, and said, "Just this once, you teach me how to do it."

Yang Zhuihui was so happy he almost jumped up, quickly unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his knees. His bright red penis stood there, practically spitting fire.

"Sanniang, kiss it with your mouth, suck it, okay?"

Yang Zhuihui said shamelessly.

"Just this once!"

Wu Sanniang seemed to be mentally preparing herself for the oral sex that was about to begin.

"Okay, okay, just this once."

Yang Zhuihui nodded, but that wasn't what he really thought. He knew that women were initially concerned with saving face, but once they truly experienced this pleasure, even without his request, she would pounce on him and perform oral sex.

"Don't look, Third Sister is very shy."

Wu Sanniang knelt between Yang Zhuihui's legs, holding his warm, throbbing penis, and opened her mouth to take his glans in, slowly sucking.

*Tsk tsk, tsk tsk, tsk tsk…

* "Mmm, so comfortable."

Yang Zhuihui shivered several times.

Up to this point, he was still a virgin; no one had ever performed oral sex on him before. This first taste of the wonderful sensation made him want to imitate the moaning of actresses in pornographic films.

Actually, Wu Sanniang had seen Yang Zhuihui's penis while sucking his drugs.

Especially when her red lips were sucking on the inside of his thigh, his soft penis slowly hardened, reaching its peak size, significantly larger than Wu Santong's, which startled Wu Sanniang.

"Third Sister, it's coming!"

Yang Zhuihui groaned, completely unable to control his ejaculation. *Pfft, pfft, pfft*, all his semen shot into Wu Sanniang's mouth.

The legendary oral sex!

Wu Sanniang's willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed, the semen blocking her throat, making it difficult to breathe. She barely felt the penis soften before spitting it out, her head tilting, her mouth opening, and the thick, hot semen was expelled onto the ground. After coughing a few times, she ran to the round table to rinse her mouth with soup, only then feeling the fishy taste lessen.

"Don't do this again!"

Wu Sanniang sat back down next to Yang Zhuihui, glaring at him.

Yang Zhuihui smiled somewhat sheepishly, saying, "Third Sister, I didn't mean to, but I really couldn't help it. Next time, I won't ejaculate in your mouth, okay?"

"I won't give you that chance!"

Wu Sanniang rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui.

After a few moments of banter, Wu Sanniang was about to help Yang Zhuihui to dinner when…

“Miss Guo, I’m sorry, I’ll have the servants make it for you right away, okay?”

“No! I want that one!”

“That one already belongs to those two guests, isn’t that a bit inappropriate?”

“Aren’t you afraid of my parents?”

Upon hearing Guo Fu’s voice, Yang Zhuihui knew something was wrong and quickly jumped onto the bed, making Wu Sanniang climb on top as well. She drew the curtains and peered outside through the gaps.

The door was kicked open, and the haughty Guo Fu stood by the door, surveying the room, followed by two sycophantic followers.

“Miss Guo, the guests may be resting. The next beggar’s chicken will be ready soon, please wait a moment,”

the owner bowed.

“I also ordered beggar’s chicken, why didn’t you give it to me first? My father is a garrison general, don’t you think you should give him some face and give me the beggar’s chicken first?”

Guo Fu’s face was full of anger, like a rose with thorns.

Seeing the tightly drawn bed curtains, Guo Fu took a few steps over and shouted, "Get out here right now! Judging from your appearance, you two, one big and one small, are clearly not good people. I'm taking you back for a proper interrogation!"

Hearing this, the old woman almost knelt down to beg Guo Fu, sobbing, "Miss Guo, you mustn't do this! If word gets out, how will I do business?"

"You two drag him out!"

Guo Fu ordered.

Wu San Niang's two sons grabbed the shopkeeper and shoved him out.

The door closed, and the two of them pretended to glare fiercely at the bed curtains.

The shopkeeper knocked on the door and called out, "Wait here, I'll call the big boss!"

"Those are your two sons,"

Yang Zhuihui whispered.

"Disgracing the Qin family,"

Wu San Niang said softly, her mood extremely bad.

"Don't get upset. You can have another one for me later, and we'll work together to raise him well,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

Hearing the whispers from the bed, Guo Fu shouted, "Get out here! If you don't come out, I'll... I'll drag you out!

" "What do we do?"

Wu Sanniang began to tremble. She really didn't want to face her two sons; in their hearts, she should be a dead man. "

At worst, we'll fight. Although I have one leg and am immobile, the three of them can't do anything to me,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile, seemingly unfazed, but inwardly he was a little uneasy.

Although he possessed profound internal strength and the Cangyun Sword Technique, he had very little practical combat experience. It was like watching many pornographic films but still being a virgin. He hadn't lost his virginity before because his heart was only set on the women in the world of *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. Now, however, he could, and the object of his affections was tentatively Wu Sanniang in his arms.

"Aren't you coming out yet!"

Guo Fu called out, taking a step forward.

"Who's playing around here?"

A powerful, resonant voice rang out from outside. Before anyone could react, the bolted door was flung open by the force of the internal energy. A smiling old man walked in, stroking his white beard as he looked at Guo Fu. "

I thought someone dared to challenge this old man's place," he chuckled. "It's you, my mischievous Fu'er! It's been over a year, and you've grown as big as your mother."

Turning around, he recognized Hong Qigong, who had retired from the martial world and handed over the Beggars' Sect to Huang Rong. He was also one of Guo Fu's parents' masters.

Guo Fu was startled and ran over, affectionately taking Hong Qigong's hand. She said playfully, "Grandpa, I'm in a bad mood. I came here to eat your favorite beggar's chicken. The one on the table was supposed to be mine, but that damned waiter took it upstairs.

How could I not be angry?" "Oh, I see. Hehe, I thought something was wrong. My dear Fu'er, I'll go get you a real one. Come on." "

Hong Qigong chuckled.

"But I just..."

Although Guo Fu was mischievous, she knew she should give Hong Qigong face, so she had no choice but to give up the beggar's chicken that was about to be in her mouth, pouting as she went out with Hong Qigong.

After the door closed, Yang Zhuihui and Wu Sanniang breathed a sigh of relief.

When Wu Sanniang felt Yang Zhuihui's chest rising and falling, she was shocked to realize that she was actually leaning against him tightly. If she wasn't wearing clothes, it would be complete contact.

"Eat...eat..."

Wu Sanniang blushed and quickly slipped off the bed, helping Yang Zhuihui to sit at the round table. Wu Sanniang was afraid that Yang Zhuihui would have difficulty moving around, so she sat with him. Before

Wu Sanniang could even start eating, Yang Zhuihui had already peeled off the lotus leaves layer by layer, revealing a shiny beggar's chicken lying there, its aroma filling the air.

"So fragrant!"

Yang Zhuihui's mouth was practically watering.

"Eat quickly, look how hungry you are."

Wu Sanniang laughed.

"Actually, I prefer you to the beggar's chicken." "

Yang Zhuihui teased.

Chapter 015, Tenderness

"Eat my ass, it'll get cold if you don't eat it soon."

Wu Sanniang glared at Yang Zhuihui.

Tearing off the two legs of the beggar's chicken, Yang Zhuihui handed one to Wu Sanniang, and stuffed the other into his mouth to chew. He had never tasted such meat before. It was not oily or greasy, the chicken's own aroma was fully preserved, and it was very tender. It was indeed top-quality.

After finishing the chicken leg, Yang Zhuihui's stomach growled even louder. He didn't care about his image and completely dismembered the beggar's chicken, placing the pieces there.

Seeing that Wu Sanniang had finished the chicken leg, Yang Zhuihui picked out a piece with more meat for Wu Sanniang and said, "Sanniang, eat more, so you can give me a fat baby in the future."

"Who said I wanted to have a baby with you!" Wu

Sanniang rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui, but still took the chicken from his hand and began to savor it.

Wu Sanniang didn't know how long it had been since she'd tasted meat; she just felt her appetite was better than before, and she wouldn't mind eating a little more.

"You absolutely have to eat this,"

Yang Zhuihui said, pinching the chicken's rear end and holding it to Wu Sanniang's oily lips.

Wu Sanniang didn't recognize it as a chicken's rear end and asked, "Why do I have to eat it?"

"As the saying goes, you grow what you eat. It would be a waste if you didn't eat it, "

Yang Zhuihui said, winking.

"Never heard of it. Where is this meat from?"

"Chicken rear end,"

Yang Zhuihui answered directly.

"I won't eat it! It's awful!"

Wu Sanniang complained.

Yang Zhuihui's hand slid over Wu Sanniang's buttocks, and he chuckled, "I heard that women with big buttocks can give birth to sons. So eat it, and you can give me a chubby son, and we'll raise him to be successful together."

"So you mean my buttocks are small?"

Wu Sanniang glared at Yang Zhuihui. "

No, no, then I'll eat it, I'll eat it, okay? Sigh, it's a pity this chicken doesn't have a breast, otherwise Sanniang could really eat more."

Yang Zhuihui reluctantly ate the chicken's rear end.

"You're so bad!"

Wu Sanniang clenched her fist and punched Yang Zhuihui on the shoulder, to which Yang Zhuihui responded with a sly smile.

After dinner, and after washing their hands, Wu Sanniang helped Yang Zhuihui lie down on the bed.

"You need to change your dressing; it might hurt a little, you have to bear with it."

Saying this, Wu Sanniang shamelessly pulled down Yang Zhuihui's pants, glancing at his erect penis, and said helplessly, "Guo'er, what's wrong with you? Why are you like this again? What am I supposed to do? Sigh, never mind, I don't care about you anymore."

Wu Sanniang carefully peeled back the gauze covering the wound, revealing a slightly swollen and dark area. She took a medicine bottle from her pocket, uncorked it, and said, "It'll hurt a bit, bear with it." "

Okay, I'm not afraid,"

Yang replied regretfully.

Though he said he wasn't afraid, he was actually a little scared. He'd watched too many martial arts films, and seeing that kind of bottle made him think of poison; he feared that if he poured it in, his flesh would rot.

"Ah!"

White powder was sprinkled on Yang Zhuihui's wound, and he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"You're really useless!"

Wu Sanniang flicked Yang Zhuihui's wildly swaying penis, her face full of helplessness.

"But it really hurts."

Yang Zhuihui's left foot was numb and painful.

"Didn't you say you couldn't feel anything in your left leg before? Now you can feel pain, which means you've improved."

Wu Sanniang comforted him.

Thinking about it, it was indeed true. Yang Zhuihui's tears turned into laughter, and he said, "Thank you, Sanniang. If it weren't for you, I would be dead. I will repay you well in the future. How many children do you want? I will cooperate with you!"

"Cooperate with my big head!"

Wu Sanniang said irritably, seemingly thinking that Yang Zhuihui was just a smooth talker. Wu Sanniang bandaged Yang Zhuihui's wound while saying, "Sanniang's body is not good right now. Wait until I recover..."

"Then we'll consummate our marriage?"

Yang Zhuihui interrupted.

"It's not the wedding night,"

Wu Sanniang's face flushed again. "It's after I recover, I'll use the Ghostly Claw from the Nine Yin Manual to crack open your wicked head!"

"Ghostly Claw? Sanniang, don't scare me, is there really such a martial art?"

Yang Zhuihui asked. Although he hadn't thoroughly studied the 50,000-word Divine Condor, he knew that the Nine Yin Manual didn't have this move.

"I thought your head was just full of nonsense. It turns out you know that there is a move called Ghostly Claw in the Nine Yin Manual. People in the past didn't practice it correctly and went into qi deviation, turning the divine claw into a ghost claw. It's a pity. So, the nun was afraid that my willpower wasn't enough, so she only allowed me to practice the mental cultivation method, not the moves."

Wu Sanniang explained.

"Hmm, don't practice, just like this is fine. I already like it very much."

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

"But I don't like you like this."

Wu Sanniang pointed to Yang Zhuihui's crotch.

"Then please help me cool down, Sanniang."

Yang Zhuihui said shamelessly.

"Hmph!"

Wu Sanniang casually pulled down the bed curtain, straddled Yang Zhuihui's crotch, grasped his hot penis, and took it into her mouth.

The temperature of his penis wasn't as high as Wu Sanniang's rosy lips. As soon as

it was taken into her mouth, Yang Zhuihui almost cried out in pleasure, his buttocks tightened, and his fists clenched, as if he would ejaculate immediately.

Although he had practiced the Cangyun Sword Technique, this martial art seemed to have no effect on prolonging ejaculation time. Yang Zhuihui, who was still half a virgin, couldn't stand Wu Sanniang's sucking and her fragrant tongue licking his glans.

Tsk tsk, tsk tsk, tsk tsk, tsk tsk...

"Sanniang, slow... slow down, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come!"

Wu Sanniang quickly spat out Yang Zhuihui's penis, and just as she was about to push it outwards, the milky white semen shot out, most of it landing on Wu Sanniang's lips.

Wu Sanniang looked at Yang Zhuihui with a very resentful look, stuck out her tongue to lick the semen from her lips into her mouth, tilted it outwards, and spat it on the ground.

Looking at the sticky glans, Wu Sanniang took it into her mouth again, sucking it intently, her tongue sweeping over it, cleaning up the mess.

After finishing, Wu Sanniang climbed onto the bed and lay in Yang Zhuihui's arms.

A few strands of cold moonlight shone in, lazily spilling onto the bed curtains, dappling their bodies.

Neither of them was asleep. Yang Zhuihui stared at the bed curtains, seemingly lost in thought.

Wu Sanniang held Yang Zhuihui, carefully looking at his young yet mature face, seeing the slight sorrow in his eyes. She wanted to know what he was thinking.

Moving closer, she pressed her ear against Yang Zhuihui's chest, listening to the thumping of his heart. Wu Sanniang's face gradually flushed red; she felt almost intoxicated.

"What are you thinking about?"

Wu Sanniang asked softly.

"Hmm?"

Yang Zhuihui was wondering what was "real" and what was "false," whether he had been reborn, or was still living in an eternal nightmare world. But upon hearing Wu Sanniang's soft voice, Yang Zhuihui knew that regardless of whether this world was real or not, as long as he could still feel the warmth of these women, hear their moans, and touch their most private parts, why bother with so much? Once experienced, there was no need for regret.

Since he was already in this world, he believed he should be like Yang Guo, flirting with women everywhere. But he also wanted to do something Yang Guo would never dare to do: take all the women in The Return of the Condor Heroes under his wing!

"You look confused."

Wu Sanniang sat up, her hand gently stroking Yang Zhuihui's cheek, as if afraid of startling him.

"Everyone has moments of confusion. Sanniang, don't worry too much. Actually, I'm thinking about how to obtain the Blood Jade, you know? My desire to be with you is more intense than the summer sun, more frantic than a tsunami, and more stubborn than the winter ice."

As she spoke, Yang Zhuihui turned to the side, looking at Wu Sanniang's slightly melancholy eyes, and embraced her tightly.

"Guo'er, Guo'er, don't do this, I can't breathe, you're going to kill me!"

Wu San Niang was being held tightly by Yang Zhuihui, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Chapter 016, Teasing San Niang

Yang Zhuihui released her, letting Wu San Niang rest her head on his arm, his free hand stroking her cheek, and asked, "Besides using violence, what other way is there to obtain the Blood Jade before the Divine Nun?"

"Guo'er, you shouldn't try. I'm already very satisfied with how far we've come, okay? Listen to my advice, don't anger the Divine Nun. Although she's a nun, she doesn't strictly adhere to the rules. I'm afraid something bad might happen to you."

Wu San Niang said sadly, hugging Yang Zhuihui even tighter.

"San Niang, then tell me how the Divine Nun obtains the Blood Jade."

Yang Zhuihui asked from a different angle. If he knew the Divine Nun's method, his chances of obtaining the Blood Jade would increase significantly.

"The Divine Nun..."

Wu San Niang didn't know whether she should say it or not.

Rationally, she couldn't say it, but emotionally, she had to.

She also wanted to be with Yang Zhuihui; this somewhat dissolute fellow had given her a passion she'd never experienced before, and she wanted it to continue, like a desert traveler yearning for spring water.

"Four days later, the Immortal Blood Dragonfish will spit out the fully formed Blood Jade. The Blood Jade will linger on the dragon horn atop the Immortal Blood Dragonfish's head for about fifteen minutes, absorbing the essence of the full moon. The layer of poison on the surface of the Blood Jade will automatically peel off. It can only be taken at this crucial moment. Any later, the Immortal Blood Dragonfish will put the Blood Jade back into its mouth, and after it turns into a small bead, it will return to the Immortal Blood Dragonfish's throat."

"The treasure I nurtured, I have to digest myself—it's truly absurd,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"Every animal has its own habits, and the Immortal Blood Dragonfish is like that,"

Wu Sanniang explained.

"Hmm, hmm, I understand. That means I have to compete with the Divine Nun for the Blood Jade. Hehe, this seems interesting. I wonder if I can succeed."

Yang Zhuihui let out a breath, outwardly appearing calm, but inwardly he was completely uncertain. Since she was a nun, she must possess extraordinary abilities; Yang Zhuihui feared he couldn't even withstand a single blow from her.

Since his strength couldn't match the nun's, he'd have to resort to some tricks.

Yang Zhuihui's hand touched the wound on his left leg, saying, "I can feel the pain now, so it might heal faster than expected. I really hope this leg will be mine by the fourth day, then maybe I can compete with the nun for the Blood Jade."

"Logically, it shouldn't be this fast. That's strange,"

Wu Sanniang muttered. "The Ice Soul Silver Needle poison is extremely potent; it shouldn't heal in four days."

"Do you want to know why?"

Yang Zhuihui asked with a grin.

Wu Sanniang, unaware of the malice hidden beneath Yang Zhuihui's smile, nodded like a studious student, while Yang Zhuihui acted like a beastly teacher.

Yang Zhuihui whispered in Wu Sanniang's ear, "Because Sanniang helped me suck, the blood circulation around my thighs accelerated, so the toxins were metabolized faster."

The latter part was modern slang, which Wu Sanniang didn't understand, but she heard the first few words clearly. Glaring at Yang Zhuihui, Wu Sanniang scolded, "Don't mention that kind of thing again! Aren't you ashamed? I am!"

"I can't help it, Sanniang. We're completely open with each other now. Keeping things to myself would make me uncomfortable,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a sly smile.

"Okay, okay, I know, really."

Wu Sanniang buried her head in Yang Zhuihui's chest, her left leg instinctively pressing against his two legs. When she felt that huge, supposedly limp member touch her inner thigh, she was genuinely startled.

"How many times a night do you want to do this?"

Wu Sanniang asked, annoyed.

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Wu Sanniang's hand and chuckled, "It'll get hard, which proves Sanniang is attractive. Do you really want me to be unable to get hard looking at your body after we're married?"

"Hmph! I won't talk about such embarrassing things!"

Wu Sanniang flicked Yang Zhuihui's cheek, ignoring his throbbing erection, and gradually became sleepy.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Zhuihui called out, "Sanniang, Sanniang, are you asleep?"

Wu Sanniang lay on top of Yang Zhuihui without even a groan; she seemed to be fast asleep.

This was understandable; she was so tired during the day, it was normal for her to go to bed early.

After confirming that she was really asleep, Yang Zhuihui gently moved her hand away, slid off the bed using his nimble right leg, and almost cried out in pain when his left leg touched the ground. It seemed that oral sex really did have a healing effect on wounds! Feeling pain wasn't a good thing at the moment, but it did prove that his foot was slowly regaining feeling.

Yang Zhuihui's hand slipped into Wu Sanniang's discarded clothes and found a gold ingot. He was so excited he almost cried out, then quickly hid it in his pocket.

Glancing at Wu Sanniang, afraid of waking her, Yang Zhuihui dared not hop like a rooster standing on one leg, but could only shuffle slowly to the door. Each time his left leg touched the ground, cold sweat nearly broke out.

Finally, he managed to open the door and slipped out like a thief. Looking downstairs, he saw many people still gathered around a wooden table, chatting and laughing, toasting each other, drinking merrily.

Only after confirming that Guo Fu wasn't downstairs did Yang Zhuihui feel relieved. He wouldn't let Guo Fu see him so easily; once his leg healed, he would scare that spoiled brat, Qiao Sheng, to death!

Holding onto the handrail, Yang Zhuihui reached the first floor and beckoned the waiter to him, asking, "Excuse me, where's the nearest pharmacy?"

The waiter sized Yang Zhuihui up, noticing his left leg was unable to bear weight, and quickly replied, "Go out and turn left, walk about two li (approximately 1.5 kilometers), there's a pharmacy there. I don't know if it's closed yet. Sir, since you have difficulty walking, would you like me to arrange a sedan chair for you?"

"Hehe, no need, thank you. I'll just consider this exercise."

Yang Zhuihui stretched and slowly hopped towards the door. The people eating and drinking looked at the clown-like Yang Zhuihui with disdain, but Yang Zhuihui ignored them. He was upright; what did it matter if the world despised him?

Following the waiter's directions, Yang Zhuihui quickly found the pharmacy.

A young man offered to help him, but he politely declined, insisting on earning his own living. However, if it had been a beautiful woman, Yang Zhuihui would have immediately agreed, his penis erect.

As he jumped up the steps and was about to go inside, a doctor with a white beard but no wrinkles on his face was about to close up shop. Seeing Yang Zhuihui, the sharp-eyed doctor knew there was something wrong with his leg. He quickly helped him sit in a sandalwood chair and asked, "Young man, is your leg injured?"

Yang Zhuihui, a little unaccustomed to ancient language, shook his head and said, "My leg is fine. I mainly came here to ask about some medicine, haha."

Yang Zhuihui feigned embarrassment, "Old sir, to be honest, I've never been able to get an erection since I was a child. I can't even get one after looking at my wife's body, so I thought I'd come here to get some medicine and see if that works."

"Haha."

The doctor stroked his white beard and laughed heartily, patting Yang Zhuihui on the shoulder. "Young man," he chuckled, "this kind of thing may not be respectable, but there's no need to be embarrassed. I've practiced medicine for many years and have some treasured items, obtained from Dali. My body is old, and I dare not use them recklessly, fearing a sudden death. I've always thought they were useless. Today I'll get them for you to examine. You're the first patient to come to me asking about this illness, haha."

Laughing, the doctor went into the pharmacy.

Could this be the legendary stroke of luck?

Yang Zhuihui seemed smug, his eyes gleaming with lust.

Half an hour later, the doctor came out again, carrying a bottle in each hand, its contents unknown.

The doctor placed the items on the table and pointed, saying, "This bottle contains the 'Heavenly Flower Falling Carefree Powder,' suitable for both men and women. Its effects last for one hour. I don't need to elaborate; the name alone tells you its power. It dissolves instantly in water, is colorless and odorless. And this 'lustful scorpion,' is a rare delicacy. I don't even have the courage to open it. I only know there's a lustful scorpion inside, fed on erotic substances since childhood, and it survives long periods in water—more ruthless than a thousand-year-old tortoise. My close friend warned me when he gave it to me that if I wanted to become a lecherous monster, I should never open it. These two items were once the exclusive property of the notorious womanizer Ren Xiaoyao. Later, he was enlightened by Master Yideng and offered them to him. I was fortunate enough to obtain them, hehe."

Chapter 017, Five Immortals

. Yang Zhuihui roughly understood the effects of these two items. One was similar to an aphrodisiac, and the other was an aphrodisiac, and would turning someone into a lecherous monster after taking it? Yang Zhuihui's mind raced. He absolutely had to buy the Heavenly Flower Falling Carefree Powder, but would he dare buy the lustful scorpion in the black bottle? If he couldn't resist his curiosity and opened it, wouldn't he turn himself into a lecherous monster?

It doesn't matter how lecherous a person is, but the most important thing is not to be promiscuous; otherwise, he'd be no different from a stallion used solely for mating.

"Young brother, judging from your complexion, you're probably only suited for some kind of 'Heavenly Flower and Unfettered Powder.' I'd better keep this bottle to avoid causing trouble in the martial world. What do you think?"

the doctor asked, watching Yang Zhuihui's expression closely.

Yang Zhuihui, however, gripped the black bottle and laughed, "Doctor, you speak so eloquently. If I don't buy it, I'll be letting you down after all your earnest advice. I'll buy it first, and I'll take responsibility for the consequences. What do you think?"

The doctor laughed loudly and said, "Young brother, don't be so polite. It's a gift, no need to talk about money."

"But doctor, you own a pharmacy. It would be a disservice if I didn't give you some money. You name your price,"

Yang Zhuihui said. Actually, he only had one ingot of gold on him; the doctor's price was too high, and he probably couldn't afford it.

"No, no, you can take it. The doctor needs to sleep too."

The doctor was still laughing.

"Okay, I'll take it then."

Yang Zhuihui put both items into his pocket and left the pharmacy happily.

Watching Yang Zhuihui walk away like a cripple, the doctor's face gradually turned sinister. He grabbed his earlobe and ripped off the skin, revealing a young but ruthless face. He said, "Yang Zhuihui, you've ruined the plans of my Mongol royal family time and time again. This time, if I don't make sure you're completely disgraced, I'm not Xin'ai!"

Xin'ai was the eldest son of Anda, the leader of the Mongol Tatars. He had once led troops to attack Wanquan Right Guard, but was tricked by Yang Guo's deception and returned to Mongolia. This led to a deep-seated hatred between him and Yang Guo, and Yang Zhuihui, who replaced Yang Guo, became the scapegoat.

Yang Zhuihui didn't know that the doctor was Xin'ai in disguise. Excited, he carried the "Heavenly Flower Powder for Leisure" and the bottle containing the aphrodisiac scorpion towards the inn.

Back at the inn, those still eating and drinking stared at Yang Zhuihui as if he were a strange beast, seemingly unable to understand why this person with a leg disability was still running around. Was he exercising his slightly crippled leg?

"Have you heard? In ten days, the Four Immortals are gathering at Tianjue Peak outside Dushi City. It seems they're going to compete to see who is the best in the world. Have you heard?"

"It's not just the four of them, I heard Ouyang Feng is coming too. They should be the Five Immortals!"

"Really? That Ouyang Feng who went crazy from practicing martial arts is coming too?"

As soon as this topic came up, everyone present started discussing it. Bored people love to talk about those who are at the forefront of power. It would be strange if they weren't excited to hear that five masters would be gathering together! As a reborn person, Yang Zhuihui just smiled and didn't pay much attention.

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Yideng, Zhou Botong, and Ouyang Feng, these five people are called the Five Immortals, but they are just mediocre people.

"The Five Immortals, heh, they'll all be fleeting clouds."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled coldly, then gently pushed open the door and entered.

After confirming that Wu Sanniang was sleeping peacefully, Yang Zhuihui put away the Heavenly Flower Delight Powder and the Lustful Scorpion, took off his outer clothes, and lay down on the bed.

The slight noise woke the soundly sleeping Wu Sanniang. She rubbed her eyes and, seeing Yang Zhuihui sitting by the bed, assumed he was about to get up, so she asked, "Guo'er, are you going to the toilet?"

"I've already finished."

Yang Zhuihui slipped into the covers, stretched out his arm, and let Wu Sanniang rest her head on his arm. Feeling the mature aura emanating from her, Yang Zhuihui was captivated, saying softly, "Sanniang, believe me, I will succeed in obtaining the Blood Jade, at any cost!"

"Don't scare me, I don't want you to get hurt,"

Wu Sanniang said dejectedly.

Like a young girl in love, although over forty, she still longed for a happy life. Could Yang Zhuihui give her that?

"Sanniang, can you call me husband?"

Yang Zhuihui shamelessly asked.

"Why?"

Wu Sanniang was a little puzzled. Being somewhat old-fashioned, she thought such words were no longer relevant to her.

Even if they had existed before, when she was buried by Wu Santong while in a state of suspended animation, those two words were erased from her dictionary.

So, hearing Yang Zhuihui's request, Wu Sanniang was somewhat confused.

"Consider it a reward for my risky actions, okay?"

Yang Zhuihui hugged Wu Sanniang tighter. Because she still had the poison from the Ice Soul Silver Needles in her body, he had to behave himself.

Haste makes waste, and this was the current situation.

"Who's your wife?"

Wu Sanniang said reproachfully, pinching Yang Zhuihui's cheek with her beautiful hand before turning away.

Yang Zhuihui hugged Wu Sanniang and said playfully, "How about we make a deal? When I obtain the Blood Jade and cultivate Yin and Yang with you, Sanniang, you'll always call me husband, okay?"

"If this is the condition for your risky actions, Sanniang won't agree,"

Wu Sanniang said. She really didn't want Yang Zhuihui to take risks for her. If something happened to Yang Zhuihui, how would she live her life afterward? If something happened to Yang Zhuihui, wouldn't she also die?

"It's okay if San Niang doesn't agree now, we'll talk about it later."

Yang Zhuihui smiled, hugged Wu San Niang tightly, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Yang Zhuihui behaved very well all night, the only disturbance being his unruly, erect penis rubbing against San Niang's beautiful buttocks, but it didn't affect their sleep; it was more of an instinctive behavior.

In the morning, after getting dressed, Wu San Niang gave Yang Zhuihui a kiss sweeter than a cherry, then helped him downstairs. After paying for the room and food, the two left the inn.

Reaching a secluded corner, a whistle echoed through the clouds, and a divine statue, appearing from nowhere, swooped down like a missile.

Near the ground, its speed suddenly decreased, and it slowly descended.

It flapped its wings and cried out twice, seemingly seeking Yang Zhuihui's praise.

"You silly bird, you're so obedient."

Yang Zhuihui patted the eagle's head, then let Wu Sanniang mount its back first, before using her arm strength to climb on as well.

The eagle soared into the air, flying towards Jingyue Lake.

Looking down upon the Ming Dynasty's landscape, the countless unnamed peaks deeply captivated Yang Zhuihui's attention.

If one day he could name every single mountain, he would undoubtedly be a king ruling the world.

Little did he know, years later, he could indeed name every mountain, even the entire world's territory!

"Sanniang, that mountain's shape is so strange, can anyone climb it?"

Yang Zhuihui stared at a mountain peak below that seemed to be plunging upside down.

This mountain was truly unique, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, like a cone; it looked impossible to climb.

"Tianjue Peak, about thirty zhang high, is the tallest peak on Dushi Mountain. Without extremely strong internal energy and exceptional lightness skills, it's absolutely impossible to climb it,"

Wu Sanniang explained.

Upon hearing the words "Tianjue Peak," Yang Zhuihui recalled the gossip from the inn and said, "I heard that the Five Immortals will come to Tianjue Peak in ten days to compete for the title of the world's number one. Is that true?"

Wu Sanniang laughed and said, "Except for Ouyang Feng, the other four immortals are indifferent to fame and fortune. How could they possibly come to Tianjue Peak to compete? It's just hearsay. Why take it so seriously?"

"Ouyang Feng,"

Yang Zhuihui muttered.

He greatly admired Yang Guo's arrogance and would take it to its extreme!

"Do you know who in the world is more powerful than them, someone they couldn't defeat even if they joined forces?"

Wu Sanniang asked mysteriously.

"The martial world is vast, with many masters, and even more hidden masters. It's perfectly reasonable for people more powerful than them to exist,"

Yang Zhuihui immediately teased.

Seeing that Yang Zhuihui had absolutely no sense of humor, Wu Sanniang replied directly, "Actually, the most dangerous person in this world is my master, the South Sea Divine Nun! Her internal strength far surpasses that of the Five Immortals, and her martial arts style is extremely strange, seemingly without moves yet possessing moves, often leaving opponents helpless. So, you, with your audacity, shouldn't even think about competing for the Blood Jade!"

Yang Zhuihui hugged Wu Sanniang tightly and chuckled, "Sanniang, how can we cultivate together if I don't get the Blood Jade? Besides, consuming the Blood Jade can cure illnesses and prepare for having offspring, so why not?"

Chapter 018, The Evil Scorpion's Mischief

Teasing by Yang Zhuihui, Wu Sanniang blushed instantly, seemingly unsure how to retort. So she simply remained silent, gazing forlornly at Tianjue Peak.

Seeing Wu Sanniang's silence, Yang Zhuihui, who hadn't slept well the night before, hugged her tightly, leaning on her shoulder and beginning to doze.

The Divine Eagle landed in front of the hut, and Wu Sanniang woke Yang Zhuihui, saying, "You rascal! Get up now, it'll be dark!"

Yang Zhuihui rubbed his sleepy eyes, seemingly unaccustomed to the sunlight, and it took him a while to adjust.

He then told the Divine Eagle to leave, to go do whatever it wanted; it was useless for it to stay. Afterwards

, Yang Zhuihui, supported by Wu Sanniang, went inside to rest.

Calculating the time, the third night would be the moment the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish spat out the Blood Jade Dragon.

After Wu San Niang took the Dragon Face Grass to feed the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish, Yang Zhuihui took out the Heavenly Flower Delightful Powder and the black bottle containing the Lustful Scorpion from his robes, muttering, "Death Goddess, I don't believe you have no estrogen in your body. As long as you have estrogen, this medicine will definitely work. Then you won't be some kind of divine nun, but a wanton harlot! I want to see if you're still a virgin!"

Looking at the black bottle, Yang Zhuihui felt a sense of evil about it, as if he could see a lustful scorpion eager to mate crawling inside, its pincers striking the bottle cap.

Yang Zhuihui's mind went blank, and the black bottle fell to the ground.

Oh no! Yang Zhuihui thought to himself that something was wrong, but he was still lying down and injured, and his speed couldn't keep up with gravity.

As he watched the black bottle shatter on the ground, he still held onto a sliver of hope, ignoring what kind of lustful scorpion was inside, and reached for the writhing fragment.

He initially thought it was just his imagination, that nothing was actually moving, but in reality, a black scorpion was raising its tail, watching Yang Zhuihui's approaching hand, and then suddenly whipped its tail around.

"Ah!"

The excruciating pain almost made Yang Zhuihui jump up. He flung his hand away, and the poor, lewd scorpion was thrown onto the bed.

Ignoring the pain in his fingers, Yang Zhuihui stomped on the scorpion, which was finally able to see the light of day again. Disgusting liquid splattered all over the bed, mixed with the smell of medicine.

Hearing Yang Zhuihui's scream, Wu Sanniang, ignoring the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish that was begging for food, threw the entire basket into the fish's mouth.

Seeing this, Wu Sanniang was terrified. She quickly grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand, trying to use her internal energy to force out the scorpion venom, but the Ice Soul Silver Needle Poison within her body gave her no chance.

Every time she tried to use her internal energy, her chest ached as if a knife was twisting inside, leaving her without the strength to speak.

"Third Sister, I'm alright!"

Yang Zhuihui endured the excruciating pain. A force, seemingly sucking his blood, was crawling along the wound throughout his body, causing him to convulse, but he still maintained a calm demeanor.

Most martial artists know to seal key acupoints to prevent the spread of poison, but Yang Zhuihui, this reborn individual, knew nothing about important acupoints. He simply endured the pain, and only when a drop of black liquid dripped from the wound did he feel his body begin to return to normal.

Seeing that the wound had healed, Yang Zhuihui felt very strange. Looking at Wu Sanniang, her expression was still somewhat pained, clutching her chest and breathing heavily.

"Third Sister, what's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Wu Sanniang shook her head and said, "I was too arrogant. I thought I could suppress the poison while expelling it for you, but as soon as I tried to circulate my energy, it felt like my heart was being ripped out."

"You need to rest properly, listen to me."

Yang Zhuihui initially wanted Wu Sanniang to lie down and rest, but then thought the bed was too dirty and she might get some kind of skin disease. So he asked, "Is this quilt washed in the lake?"

Wu Sanniang looked at the mottled stains on the sheets, sniffed, and felt a little nauseous. She told Yang Zhuihui to lie down, and she took the sheets outside to wash them.

Yang Zhuihui stared wide-eyed at the wooden ceiling, feeling a burning sensation between his legs, wanting nothing more than to find a hole.

He tossed and turned several times, the feeling growing stronger. Even when he turned over and his glans touched the bed, he wanted to thrust in and break the bed frame.

Yang Zhuihui was in great pain, but there was no way to quench his thirst.

Looking outside, he saw Wu Sanniang washing the sheets. Unable to bear his erection any longer, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to stand up and walk outside.

"Third Sister, are you free?"

"No, I'm washing..."

Wu San Niang turned her head, startled, to see a bright red penis pressed against her lips.

Judging by its appearance alone, it didn't seem to belong to Yang Zhuihui. She had sucked on it a few times before, and this one seemed much larger and thicker. Its color was a darker red, like a piece of welded iron just pulled from the water.

"Suck it for me, I can't take it anymore,"

Yang Zhuihui said helplessly.

Wu San Niang didn't say anything, simply rubbing the sheets while taking Yang Zhuihui's penis into her mouth.

When she used her mouth to measure Yang Zhuihui's penis, she was astonished; it was indeed different from before. She sucked hard a few times, spat it out, and asked, "Guo'er, are you poisoned? Why are you different from before?"

Yang Zhuihui, holding his manhood, pressed it against Wu Sanniang's moist red lips, thrust forcefully, and inserted it directly. Then he began to pump in and out on his own, each time reaching the back of Wu Sanniang's throat before withdrawing. While pumping, he said, "I don't know what's wrong, I'm just a little sexually frustrated. I hope Sanniang will forgive me."

After pumping forcefully for over a hundred times, Yang Zhuihui finally felt the urge to ejaculate. He wanted to release his seminal vesicle, but couldn't. He could only continue pumping, looking at Wu Sanniang's eyebrows that were almost knitted together, Yang Zhuihui looked apologetic.

Finally, after pumping for two hundred times, his seminal vesicle opened, and a stream of hot semen shot into Wu Sanniang's mouth.

[Exclamation of lust!]

Wu Sanniang reluctantly swallowed Yang Zhuihui's semen, spitting out the now-softened penis. She glared at Yang Zhuihui, her pretty face flushed, and remained silent, turning back to continue washing the sheets.

Yang Zhuihui felt something was amiss, and without saying much to Wu Sanniang, he simply said "thank you" before returning to the room, lying on the bed in a daze.

"My body seems to have changed. Could it be because of this?"

Yang Zhuihui stared at the shards on the floor, seemingly seeing a lewd scorpion, but he had already taken it, its essence… Looking at the wound, Yang Zhuihui felt everything was wrong. Was he about to become the legendary lewd demon?

Over the next two days, a miracle occurred to Yang Zhuihui's injured left leg; the wound completely healed.

Wu Sanniang took his pulse, confirming that the Ice Soul Silver Needle poison was gone, but she noticed his pulse was very unstable, like someone who was sick, yet more like someone with boundless energy.

To use an exaggerated analogy, it was as if a raging fire was burning inside him. If he didn't find a way to release it, Yang Zhuihui might die suddenly. His pulse only stabilized slightly after each time Wu Sanniang performed oral sex on him.

In just two days, Wu Sanniang had already performed oral sex on him no less than ten times. This need terrified Wu Sanniang; sometimes, even using her mouth wasn't enough to make Yang Zhuihui ejaculate, she had to constantly stimulate him with her hand.

"I...I'm coming!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out, finally releasing his semen into Wu Sanniang's mouth. Wu Sanniang turned to her side, spitting the semen onto the ground, then lay down beside Yang Zhuihui, embracing his strong body. Seeing Yang Zhuihui staring blankly at the ceiling, Wu Sanniang asked, "Guo'er, what's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui frowned slightly and said softly, "I don't know if I'm just worrying unnecessarily, but I feel like that need is getting stronger and stronger. I'm really afraid I'll do something terrible in the future."

"You're overthinking it, Guo'er. Third Sister's mouth will serve you until you no longer have this need,"

Wu Sanniang said, pursing her lips.

Yang Zhuihui laughed, looking at Wu Sanniang's beautiful face, gently stroking her smooth cheek, and said, "If this need had an end, there probably wouldn't be any flower thieves in the world, you know? Third Sister, you seem to have become younger, but you've also become dumber."

"Oh, you're already starting to dislike me now, huh! Three-legged toads are hard to find, but aren't two-legged men like you easy to find?"

Wu Sanniang said angrily.

"Who said I'm a two-legged man? I'm a three-legged toad!"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

Wu Sanniang's hand lingered on Yang Zhuihui's legs for a few moments, then she asked疑惑地问道, "Where's the third leg?"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Wu Sanniang's restless hand and pressed it between his legs, saying seriously, "This is the third leg. It's growing strong and will support the entire Yang family in the future."

Chapter 019, The South Sea Divine Nun is a Beauty

"You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!"

Wu Sanniang blushed and quickly pulled her hand away, afraid that she might accidentally make him hard again, which would require her a lot of effort.

After a very peaceful night, when the first rays of warm sunlight shone through the cracks in the room, Yang Zhuihui and Wu Sanniang both woke up.

"Have you ever heard of a pillar supporting the sky?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"I...have never heard of it!"

Wu Sanniang was about to climb off the bed when Yang Zhuihui grabbed her hand, feigning pitifulness, and said, "Sanniang, please help me, it really hurts."

Yang Zhuihui was indeed in great pain. Ever since being bitten by that scorpion, his libido had become much stronger than before, and his penis was as thick and long as if it had been given some kind of stimulant. This not only frightened him but also terrified Wu Sanniang, who always tried to relieve his desire with her mouth.

"The nun will be back today, so you have to be good. Now that your foot injury is healed, why don't you leave here first? I'll ask the nun to cure me, okay?"

Wu Sanniang held Yang Zhuihui's enormous member, looking at him with a pitiful gaze.

Yang Zhuihui immediately shook his head and said, "I can leave now, but that doesn't mean I won't come back to retrieve the Blood Jade. Third Sister, don't worry, I already have a way to subdue the Divine Nun."

"She's not as weak as you think, don't you understand that?"

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's resolute expression, Wu Sanniang had no choice but to lower her head and take his massive member into her mouth, beginning to suckle intently.

After ejaculating the essence of the new day into Wu Sanniang's mouth, Yang Zhuihui got up and spent a few moments of tenderness with her, ate some fruit, and watched as she fed the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish. At her request, Yang Zhuihui left Jingyue Lake.

Turning back to look at Wu Sanniang waving at him, Yang Zhuihui shouted, "No matter what, Third Sister, wait for me! I, Yang Zhuihui, will never be a heartless man! One day, I, Yang Zhuihui, will welcome you into my home in a grand sedan chair carried by eight men!"

Hearing Yang Zhuihui's declaration, Wu Sanniang was moved to tears, but she still pretended to be strong and smiled, letting the tears flow freely.

Yang Zhuihui didn't go far, but hid out of Wu Sanniang's sight, quietly observing the movements of Jingyue Lake.

Spending a day monitoring Jingyue Lake was worthwhile in order to deal with the South Sea Goddess that night!

When lunchtime arrived, Yang Zhuihui was starving, so he summoned the Divine Eagle and asked it to catch some snakes and extract their gallbladders to eat.

Snake gallbladders, though bitter, were excellent tonics; he didn't know if they would enhance virility, but Yang Zhuihui ate them with great pleasure.

At Shenshi (3-5 PM), unable to bear the swelling in his groin, Yang Zhuihui pulled out his penis and vigorously masturbated. Compared to Wu Sanniang's small mouth, his hand felt much weaker. After a quarter of an hour of masturbation, his semen finally shot out, reaching over five meters.

In modern times, this range could qualify for a Guinness World Record.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was gloating over finally achieving his goal, a white shadow appeared in his sight.

Her figure was graceful and her posture elegant. As she walked, her white robes billowed, revealing her jade-like legs encased in long boots. Her face was expressionless, as if frozen, but her eyes, nose, and moist red lips were all incredibly alluring to Yang Zhuihui, drawing his penis in.

"Damn it! Your useless little brother!"

Yang Zhuihui muttered under his breath.

Looking at her, Yang Zhuihui had already accepted that she was the legendary South Sea Divine Nun.

Since she was a nun, she probably didn't have long hair, but unfortunately, her white robe also had a hat, covering her entire body except for her face, hands, and feet.

"Quite large breasts!"

Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but exclaim, seeing the South Sea Divine Nun's breasts tremble with her light steps.

He pulled out the bottle of "Heavenly Flower-like Carefree Powder" from his pocket, wondering how to feed it to the South Sea Divine Nun. But the effects would wear off in an hour; what would he do with the South Sea Divine Nun then? Rape and kill her outright? Before seeing the true face of the South Sea Divine Nun, Yang Zhuihui would definitely have thought of that – no poison, no man! But after discovering that the South Sea Divine Nun was actually a beauty, Yang Zhuihui slightly changed his mind. He could rape her, but not kill her; killing her would be a desecration of the heavens.

After thinking for a while, Yang Zhuihui still decided to have the South Sea Divine Nun take the Heavenly Flower Delightful Powder an hour before the Blood Jade was fully formed. Then, the South Sea Divine Nun would only want to be fucked and wouldn't bother with the Blood Jade at all, making it his for the taking.

Imagining himself obtaining the Blood Jade and cultivating with Wu Sanniang, a lewd and obscene smile appeared on Yang Zhuihui's face.

Watching the South Sea Divine Nun fly towards the center of the lake, Yang Zhuihui's smile faded. Judging from Wu Sanniang's words, the South Sea Divine Nun seemed quite cold-blooded.

If that were true, could he even get close to the South Sea Divine Nun and make her take the Heavenly Flower Delightful Powder?

Yang Zhuihui, from the modern world, seemed to feel that things weren't as simple as he had imagined. If he were the director of this world, perhaps he could make the South Sea Divine Nun obediently open her mouth and take the Heavenly Flower-like Carefree Powder.

"A tragic society!"

Yang Zhuihui muttered.

Regardless of how the South Sea Divine Nun would treat Wu Sanniang, Yang Zhuihui needed to fill his stomach first.

Remembering there was fruit around, Yang Zhuihui began searching for it.

After searching for a while, he found some somewhat shriveled pears. Knowing he couldn't stray too far from Jingyue Lake, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to gnaw on the pears, swallowing a mouthful of bitterness. Yang Zhuihui thought to himself: "Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to those who are destined for them, and will first test their will, strengthen their bodies, starve their flesh, and empty their minds and bodies."

Spitting out the pit, Yang Zhuihui rolled his eyes several times, almost choking to death on the pear.

As night fell, Yang Zhuihui stealthily crept to the hillside in front of Jingyue Lake. He dared not get too close; the South Sea Divine Nun's cultivation was extremely high, and getting too close might alert him.

Thinking of battle, Yang Zhuihui fumbled on his back, only then realizing that the Cangyun Sword had been gone for many days. Unarmed, possessing only profound internal energy, Yang Zhuihui was destined to be beaten to a pulp.

Gazing at the wooden house, now lit, Yang Zhuihui's sharp, eagle-like eyes were fixed on Wu Sanniang and the South Sea Divine Nun as they emerged. Seeing Wu Sanniang's composed demeanor, Yang Zhuihui's heart, which had been pounding in his chest, finally settled.

"Finally, the day has come."

The South Sea Divine Nun smiled meaningfully, her graceful demeanor captivating, but that enchanting smile vanished instantly, replaced by her usual coldness.

"Congratulations, Master,"

Wu Sanniang bowed.

"After obtaining the Blood Jade, I will be leaving tomorrow morning, and I don't know when I will return. If I don't appear within ten days, you will become the sect leader of Lingxiao Sect."

It sounded like a farewell, and Wu Sanniang quickly replied, "Master will live to be a hundred!"

The South Sea Divine Nun looked at the somewhat humble Wu Sanniang and said, "Everyone dies eventually, and I understand that perfectly. If that day truly comes, you can use the sect leader's token to go to Ruoxian Island in the South Sea. My four disciples are all on this island, and they will follow you!"

Wu Sanniang had never heard the South Sea Divine Nun mention any disciples before. She had assumed that the South Sea Divine Nun only had her as a disciple, but it turned out she had disciples overseas. Regardless of whether she would take over as sect leader, Wu Sanniang still whispered, "Master's lifespan is longer than the heavens; please don't say such things."

Seeing Wu Sanniang's hesitation, the South Sea Divine Nun said, "Lingxiao Sect disciples are always competitive. If you don't change yourself, you will surely be bullied by your four senior sisters! How can you be the sect leader then!"

"Then why didn't you choose them, but chose me?"

Wu Sanniang asked疑惑地.

"I have my reasons, don't ask too much."

The South Sea Divine Nun turned to look at the bubbling lake surface and said, "It seems the dragonfish has awakened. In another two hours, the Blood Jade will be fully formed. My long-cherished wish..."

The South Sea Divine Nun took a deep breath, then shook her head, "It's a pity that the Lingxiao Sect has no male members."

Wu Sanniang seemed not to understand the meaning behind the South Sea Divine Nun's words, but she really wanted to know what the South Sea Divine Nun wanted the Blood Jade for. It was clearly a highly yang substance, and the Divine Nun couldn't possibly consume it.

Women are yin in nature, and if they encounter the highly yang Blood Jade, their meridians will be severed and they will die.

She wanted to ask, but felt that the timing was wrong.

Yang Zhuihui didn't know what the South Sea Divine Nun and Wu Sanniang were talking about, but for Wu Sanniang's sake, Yang Zhuihui still mustered up his courage and slid down the hillside to try to get close to the South Sea Divine Nun first.

"Sanniang, can I come over?"

Yang Zhuihui stood by the lake and waved vigorously, his expression natural.

Before Wu Sanniang could react, the South Sea Divine Nun had already noticed Yang Zhuihui. After glancing at him casually, she used her lightness skill to fly away.

Before the South Sea Divine Nun even landed, Yang Zhuihui was terrified, almost collapsing to the ground.

His bound feet touched the ground, and the South Sea Divine Nun walked up to Yang Zhuihui, scrutinizing him and asking, "Where are you from?"

"Pig Village!"

Yang Zhuihui lied.

"Name?"

"Yang Guo!"

Yang Zhuihui answered. He wasn't ashamed at all now; after all, Yang Zhuihui was dead, and in this world, he was naturally Yang Guo.

The South Sea Divine Nun continued to scrutinize Yang Zhuihui, suddenly grabbing his hand and pressing on an external acupoint on his wrist, her phoenix eyes already closed.

Seeing this, Wu Sanniang in the middle of the lake was frightened, fearing something bad might happen to Yang Zhuihui.

The South Sea Divine Nun suddenly opened her eyes, seemingly puzzled, then grabbed Yang Zhuihui's other hand, confirming that a venomous scorpion was flowing through his body. She then felt around Yang Zhuihui's back for a moment.

Chapter 25, May 26th: Guo Fu, disguised as Yang Guo, and the

South Sea Nun forced a smile, saying, "This is exactly what I wanted, but unfortunately, Master is a woman, so it's just wishful thinking. I've wanted to find a male disciple for a long time, but I didn't have a suitable candidate, and you, you little rascal, got the job. To be honest, if it weren't for the venom of the lustful scorpion in your body, I wouldn't have taken you as my disciple, because Master foresaw that the journey to Tianjue Peak would be fraught with danger, so I didn't have the time to teach you."

"Then should I thank the doctor who gave me the lustful scorpion?"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin, "The lustful scorpion is not produced in Kunlun, nor is it something that your wicked disciple Yideng would use, so that doctor must be fake, possibly someone who has a grudge against you in disguise. It takes about fifty years for a lustful scorpion to mature, and it needs to be fed the blood of a virgin, so it's very difficult to raise it properly. The only people in the world who still raise such lustful creatures are the Mongols."

The South Sea Nun explained.

Reminded by the South Sea Nun's suggestion, Yang Zhuihui also sensed something amiss. Recalling the first 50,000 words of The Return of the Condor Heroes, there seemed to be a section about Yang Zhuihui cleverly outwitting Xin Ai, the eldest son of Anda, causing him to retreat from the Mongols. It seemed that the person impersonating the doctor was Xin Ai.

"I will settle accounts with him!"

Yang Zhuihui had already decided on his target.

"Guo'er, you go out first, let San Niang help me change my clothes,"

said the South Sea Nun.

"Master, please rest well."

Yang Zhuihui nodded and went out.

Seeing that her master's white robe was covered in bloodstains, Wu San Niang took out a light blue long dress embroidered with lotus flowers from the wardrobe for her master to change into.

Standing outside, Yang Zhuihui had already determined his recent goals: to find the Four Young Masters of Lingxiao on Ruoxian Island, learn the exquisite martial arts of the Lingxiao Sect, and then find a way to make a name for himself in the martial arts world and the imperial court. As long as he could gain a foothold, climbing the ranks later would be much easier.

Before achieving this goal, the most important thing is to get Master safely to the Ancient Tomb so that Xiaolongnü can take care of him.

Thinking of Xiaolongnü, Yang Zhuihui recalled a very important question: was Xiaolongnü still a virgin? The real Yang Zhuihui said Xiaolongnü was rescued when she was being sexually assaulted, but hearing is believing; he still needed to observe Xiaolongnü's genitals with his own eyes. If she was a virgin…

imagining breaking Xiaolongnü's hymen in the Ancient Tomb and hearing her scream in agony, a lewd smile immediately appeared on Yang Zhuihui's face. It seemed he would never learn to be proper; being a lecherous king was fine, but being the leader of the martial arts world was a bit difficult.

After Wu Sanniang came out, Yang Zhuihui went inside to chat with his master. Yang Zhuihui originally wanted to take the South Sea Divine Nun to the Kunming Ancient Tomb as soon as possible, but the South Sea Divine Nun disagreed. She knew that her internal energy channels were not flowing smoothly and she needed to quietly recuperate for many days before she could move. Therefore, she decided to leave Jingyue Lake in a month and head to the Ancient Tomb. If there were signs of recovery, perhaps they wouldn't even need to go to the Ancient Tomb.

For several days in a row, Yang Zhuihui rode the Divine Eagle to the market to buy tonics for the South Sea Divine Nun to strengthen her body. Sometimes, when he was bored, he would eat some peanuts in restaurants and listen to the gossip of the citizens. Much of it was useful information. What surprised him the most was that Ouyang Feng was still active in the city and had not left Dushi City.

In addition to buying tonics and some ready-made dishes at the market to make their daily lives more colorful, Yang Zhuihui's most frequent activity was dual cultivation with Wu Sanniang. However, because he was afraid that their embarrassing affair would affect the South Sea Divine Nun's recuperation, they usually chose to do it in the dense forest. Wu Sanniang finally learned what it meant to have sex in the wild.

Fifteen days later, Yang Zhuihui reappeared at the market, having bought a pound of red dates to stew at a local's house to take back to the South Sea Divine Nun and Wu Sanniang for nourishment. However, he overheard people talking behind him.

"I heard Yang Guo is back, already at the General's Mansion."

"Isn't that right? He even brought back a woman of unparalleled beauty, I think her name is Xiaolongnu."

"Oh, unparalleled beauty? She's practically a celestial being descended to earth!"

"I'll have to go outside and see the Ice Maiden's face one of these days!"

Listening to their discussions, Yang Zhuihui felt a knot forming in his heart. He had clearly killed Yang Guo and buried him. Could he, like Wu Sanniang, have faked his death?

Absolutely impossible!

Yang Zhuihui's face turned ashen. He thought to himself: His heart was clearly pierced; there's no way he could still be alive!

If Yang Guo was truly dead, then who was in the General's Mansion now?

Yang Zhuihui grew increasingly agitated, so he found a secluded family home, spent an ounce of silver to stew red dates, and brought them back to Jingyue Lake.

He gave the South Sea Divine Nun and Wu Sanniang the red date soup, and Yang Zhuihui drank some himself. Yang Zhuihui and Wu Sanniang, in perfect unison, flew towards the lake, holding each other's hands as they headed towards the dense forest.

"It seems we can already cultivate the second form. Lingxiao Sect will become the number one sect in the martial arts world."

Through the crack in the door, watching Yang Zhuihui and Wu Sanniang already walking up the hillside, the South Sea Divine Nun couldn't help but reveal a slightly eerie smile.

Coughing a few times, the South Sea Divine Nun took a deep breath, trying not to let her illness affect her good mood of the past few days.

Entering the dense forest, Yang Zhuihui familiarly pulled off Wu Sanniang's underpants, too lazy to remove her white skirt, his hand tracing back and forth between her flesh.

Wu Sanniang skillfully clamped onto Yang Zhuihui's body, and Yang Zhuihui found the entrance to her honeyed orifice, thrusting forcefully, his lustful dragon surging deep inside.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Enduring the thrusting of such a thick, long, lewd dragon, Wu Sanniang cried out, but refused to utter any obscene words, preferring only to hum onomatopoeic sounds. Seeing that Yang Zhuihui seemed somewhat distracted, Wu Sanniang touched his cheek and panted, "Husband, what's wrong? What's on your mind? Did Sanniang upset you?"

Yang Zhuihui gave a dry laugh and explained, "Sanniang is fine, I'm very satisfied, but there's something that's been weighing on my mind. Today at the market, I heard people say Yang Guo was at the General's Mansion. Can you believe I wasn't surprised? I'm clearly here."

"Is that so? Aren't you here?"

Wu Sanniang gasped, intending to fully enjoy the thrusting of the lewd dragon into her honeyed orifice, but Yang Zhuihui's words dampened her spirits.

"I don't know if it's true, but it sounds a bit creepy."

Looking at Wu Sanniang's breasts, which trembled with his thrusts, Yang Zhuihui smiled, not revealing his true identity.

“Then… um… then you should go and confirm… um… hurry… hurry… um…”

Wu Sanniang finally made her request. Normally, Yang Zhuihui, in pursuit of sexual pleasure, would thrust at an extremely fast pace, like a drilling machine. Now, lost in thought, his speed naturally slowed down, no wonder Wu Sanniang spoke up herself.

“Sorry.”

Yang Zhuihui squeezed Wu Sanniang’s smooth, beautiful buttocks and began to thrust vigorously, enjoying the sucking of her sensitive flesh.

“Ah… ah… ah…”

The friction of their genitals caused Wu Sanniang to moan uncontrollably, but she didn’t want to utter any overly obscene words.

After ejaculating, Yang Zhuihui hugged Wu Sanniang tightly, panting as he enjoyed the quiet after his orgasm.

Early the next morning, Yang Zhuihui left on the Divine Eagle under the pretext of buying lunch.

Watching Yang Zhuihui gradually disappear into the distance, Wu Sanniang couldn’t help but feel a little lonely.

Last night, Yang Zhuihui hadn’t said a word, seemingly preoccupied with the matter of the fake Yang Guo at the General’s Mansion. Wu Sanniang had also kept him company in silence all night. Wu Sanniang

, who had unusually gotten up early to accompany Yang Zhuihui in practicing the Second Form of the Lustful Dragon, left early without any intention of doing so.

"I hope you return safely,"

Wu Sanniang said softly.

Sitting by the bed, the South Sea Divine Nun chuckled, saying, "Sanniang, you're getting sentimental. It seems my charm is quite great. How's your practice of the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon?"

Wu Sanniang blushed and replied, "I'm...still getting used to the first form. Next time I'll start practicing the second."

The South Sea Divine Nun nodded with satisfaction, checking her own pulse, and said, "Your pulse is stabilizing. It's a pity that Master is like a cripple now, completely useless."

"Master, don't be discouraged!"

Wu Sanniang encouraged.

"No, Master is already satisfied with the two of you."

Arriving at the market, Yang Zhuihui didn't immediately buy lunch for the three of them. Instead, he headed towards the General's Mansion. He wanted to confirm who this Yang Guo really was!

To avoid causing panic, Yang Zhuihui bought a black cloth from a tailor shop to cover his face.

Reaching the high wall behind the General's Mansion, Yang Zhuihui tied a black cloth around his neck. His sharp eyes fixed on the wall, which was covered in spikes. He became even more cautious, rising slowly and landing lightly on the ground in the courtyard.

The effects of his days of dual cultivation with Sanniang were quite noticeable. Not only was his complexion excellent and he full of energy, but he could also freely utilize the two hundred years of internal energy within him. The only drawback was that he hadn't yet learned any martial arts moves. Perhaps his only move was the "Lustful Dragon" technique? But this technique could only be used on women. If Guo Jing used his palm technique, and Yang Zhuihui pulled out his penis and screamed "Lustful Dragon" while charging at Guo Jing, that would be too ridiculous.

It seemed Yang Zhuihui really needed to go to Ruoxian Island to learn the Lingxiao Sect's martial arts moves as soon as possible.

Yang Zhuihui had only been to the General's Mansion once, but it wasn't unfamiliar. After confirming the location of Yang Zhuihui's room, he stealthily made his way along the wall like a ghost towards his destination. After

confirming that no one was around, Yang Zhuihui had already slipped to the window of Yang Guo's room.

He poked a hole in the paper window and looked inside. He saw the bed curtains were tied, and a person was sleeping, turned to the side, but he couldn't see their face.

To confirm that it was indeed Yang Guo in the bed, Yang Zhuihui leaped in. After confirming that everything was alright, he slowly approached the bed, holding a candied hawthorn in his hand, intending to secretly give it to the simple-minded girl as a way of repaying her for performing breastjobs on him.

The closer he got, the more uneasy Yang Zhuihui felt, fearing that the other person was indeed Yang Guo.

If it was, Yang Zhuihui would definitely kill him again!

Suddenly, the bed sheet was ripped off and flew towards Yang Zhuihui!

Yang Zhuihui knew he was in trouble and used the candied hawthorn as a weapon, swinging it wildly, releasing a shockwave.

*Crack!

* The bed sheet tore in two, and Yang Guo was thrusting his sword at Yang Zhuihui!

Seeing that it really was Yang Guo, Yang Zhuihui was stunned for a moment.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his Adam's apple, he quickly dodged, but was still slightly pierced.

Yang Zhuihui took several steps back, staring intently at Yang Guo.

Just as he was about to speak, he caught a whiff of a delicate fragrance. Looking at Yang Guo's figure and those phoenix eyes that so easily betrayed her true nature, a smile crept onto Yang Zhuihui's lips. It seemed this person, like himself, was an imposter of Yang Guo, and a woman at that! The fake Yang Guo said nothing, brandishing her sword and attacking Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui, relying on his profound inner strength, was naturally unafraid of her, but he didn't want to be injured by the sword again. If that sword had grazed his face, this handsome man would be disfigured.

The sword thrust towards him, and Yang Zhuihui dodged to the side, then pinched the blade between two fingers and twisted it forcefully.

"Ah!"

the fake Yang Guo cried out, her wrist throbbing with pain, forcing her to release her grip. The sword fell to the ground, and Yang Zhuihui stared directly at the fake Yang Guo, peering at her chest. It seemed she deliberately covered it with cloth;

otherwise

, she would have been completely flat-chested!

Yang Zhuihui grinned lewdly, already rubbing his hands together, eager to see who this woman was who dared to impersonate Yang Guo and keep him up all night.

The woman wasn't about to back down either; despite being unarmed, she charged at Yang Zhuihui, wanting to fight him hand-to-hand.

Her fists came flying with a gust of wind, suggesting she was from a reputable martial arts school.

Yang Zhuihui reacted swiftly, grabbing her restless hand and easily striking her acupoint between her breasts with his other hand, rendering her unable to move and only able to speak.

"Ignorant brat!"

She cried out.

The voice was familiar; Yang Zhuihui had heard it two or three times before. It sounded like Guo Fu, the one who had cut off Yang Guo's arm.

Chapter 26: Teasing Guo Fu

. Coupled with her arrogance and rudeness, Yang Zhuihui was now certain she was Guo Fu. So he moved to a place out of Guo Fu's sight, tucked his left palm inside his clothes, pretending to have severed it, and walked up to her. Yang Zhuihui pulled down the black cloth, staring coldly at Guo Fu.

"Impossible?"

Guo Fu was terrified.

"Guo Fu, you cut off my hand that day, and I haven't even sought revenge yet. Now you dare to impersonate me here? Aren't you afraid I'll take your life?"

Yang Zhuihui shouted, his eyes scanning Guo Fu's figure. He casually hooked her chin, and their eyes met. Guo Fu's eyes were filled with fear.

"Who told you your martial arts are so bad! You can't even dodge a sword!"

Guo Fu shouted, showing no remorse for cutting off Yang Guo's arm.

"You're clearly just making excuses! Watch how I deal with you!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted, his hand already reaching for Guo Fu's breasts.

When Yang Zhuihui's hand pressed against Guo Fu's breasts, which were covered with a white cloth, Guo Fu almost cried.

Apart from Huang Rong bathing her when she was a child, no one had ever touched her body.

"Tsk tsk, breasts are naturally soft, why wrap them in cloth?"

Yang Zhuihui smiled wickedly, his lustful dragon already awakened by Guo Fu's pitiful appearance, yearning to enter Guo Fu's honey hole and thrust.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to defile Guo Fu, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind.

Yang Zhuihui gritted his teeth, and could only let Guo Fu go for now. He pulled up the black cloth to cover his face, and flashed to the window to look outside. He saw the heroic Huang Rong and Guo Jing walking briskly towards him.

When they were about to enter the room, Yang Zhuihui jumped out of the window, leaping to the second floor. Wanting to know what they were talking about, he hooked his legs around the pillar, hanging there like a bat, his ears perked up.

Upon seeing her daughter's state, Huang Rong rushed over, pressed her Zigong acupoint, and asked, "What happened? Has Ouyang Feng returned?"

Guo Fu's body went limp, and she threw herself into Huang Rong's arms, sobbing softly, yet she dared not reveal that she had seen Yang Guo. She

nodded gently, sobbing, "Mother, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop Ouyang Feng, he got away."

Huang Rong hugged her daughter tightly, comforting her, "It's good that he's safe, it's good that he's safe, I was so worried."

Guo Jing looked at the few candied hawthorns on the ground and said, "It shouldn't be possible. We chased Ouyang Feng to the Burial Mound and retreated as quickly as possible. No matter how high his lightness skill is, he couldn't possibly get here before us."

"Fu'er has already told you, do you think Fu'er is lying?"

Huang Rong was a little angry, continuing to stroke her daughter's long hair, "Fu'er, I'm sorry for you, Mother promises you, I won't let you impersonate Yang Guo to attract Ouyang Feng again. If anything happens to you, Mother will be heartbroken."

"Yes! Yes!"

Guo Fu's eyes were already filled with tears.

Hanging upside down, Yang Zhuihui seemed to know why Guo Fu was impersonating Yang Guo—it appeared to be to lure Ouyang Feng into a trap and obtain the Nine Yin Manual.

As for why she was impersonating Yang Guo, the only possibility was that Ouyang Feng and Yang Guo had some kind of connection. What that connection was, Yang Zhuihui didn't know.

Thinking about how they used Yang Guo to set a trap for Ouyang Feng, Yang Zhuihui smiled, his gaze deepening. He thought to himself, "This is a good opportunity. If I can use it well, I can infiltrate the righteous sects!"

Yang Zhuihui seemed to feel everything had become clear. He used his legs to leap onto the second-floor floor, wanting to enter the silly girl's room, but worried that the simple-minded girl would expose his whereabouts, so he

decided it was best not to go in. Having exposed the fake Yang Guo, Yang Zhuihui was now wondering where to go. Should he buy tonics to take back to Jingyue Lake to nourish the nun and Wu Sanniang?

(No!

Since Ouyang Feng is here, and since the Nine Yin Manual is in his hands, Yang Zhuihui absolutely must seize the Nine Yin Manual, or even destroy it!

The Five Immortals harmed their own master, almost causing the death of such a delicate and lovely nun, and her honey hole is the Dragon Welcoming Pearl, what a pity if she dies! She is simply the perfect woman for cultivating the Nine Lustful Dragon Style! How could Yang Zhuihui easily let them go after harming such a top-quality woman! Just as he told the nun before, killing a person is very simple, the victim will at most feel physical pain, but it cannot cause long-term suffering, if you want to cause long-term suffering, you have to go after their wives and daughters!

Defile their daughters, humiliate their wives!

Yang Zhuihui was immersed in his lewd thoughts, but the silly girl pushed open the door, only because the sound of Yang Zhuihui landing caught her attention.)

"Big brother, where are my candied hawthorns?"

the silly girl asked, tilting her head.

She was pretty, with a silly look in her eyes and brows, and her silly smile had a certain charm.

Yang Zhuihui's lecherous eyes were fixed on the silly girl's breasts, which seemed about to spill out, completely forgetting to talk to her. Only when the silly girl was right in front of him, staring up at his handsome face, did Yang Zhuihui realize what was happening. He gave an awkward smile and whispered, "Big brother got lost when he went to buy candied hawthorns..." "It wasn't easy getting back, silly girl, big brother will buy you more later."

The silly girl pouted, snorted, and turned to go into the room.

Seeing her straightforward behavior, Yang Zhuihui smiled, thinking that people only reveal their truest selves when they act foolishly.

Reaching the pavilion, Yang Zhuihui used a cloud-ascending step, rising into the air and landing outside the General's Mansion.

Looking back at the heavily guarded mansion, Yang Zhuihui muttered to himself, "Huang Rong, Guo Fu, both of you will be mine, Yang Zhuihui's." "Things!"

he said, turning and leaving.

To avoid worrying his master and Wu Sanniang, Yang Zhuihui took some time to return to Jingyue Lake.

The South Sea Divine Nun, now fully recovered, looked much better, her face rosy and her thin lips smiling. She was completely different from the cold nun Yang Zhuihui had seen before; perhaps Yang Zhuihui's meticulous care over the past few days had melted her icy exterior.

He placed the beggar's chicken on the wooden table, tore off two legs, giving one to Wu Sanniang and the other to his master.

The South Sea Divine Nun shook her head and said, "I'm only half..." "A nun like you should avoid such greasy food. I'll just have some peas. San Niang has been exhausted from your mistreatment these past few days; you should let her eat more meat."

Wu San Niang knew her master was teasing her again, her face flushed, and she was a little uncomfortable in this situation. Actually, this kind of thing happened almost every day. Yang Zhuihui felt that this little bit of ambiguity would greatly enhance both appetite and libido. The South Sea Nun was probably just doing it for fun, while the beautiful Wu San Niang felt somewhat shy.

"Third Sister, come on, eat more. When I get back, we can practice the Second Form of the Lustful Dragon, which will make you feel even better,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

Wu Sanniang rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and said coquettishly, "Who said it would be better? Every time, it's you who feels better, while I'm almost killed by you!"

The South Sea Divine Nun, who was adding peas to her bowl, stopped eating and asked, "Guo'er, you said when you come back, are you going to leave here?"

"Leave?"

Wu Sanniang was startled and looked at Yang Zhuihui with an incredulous gaze.

To obtain the Nine Yin Manual, Yang Zhuihui needed to stay in Dushi City for a few days. The thought of making Wu Sanniang endure several days of torment filled him with reluctance, yet he had no choice. He had initially wanted to keep Wu Sanniang by his side, so they could cultivate together in the quiet of the night, but he feared encountering her two sons. Therefore, he had to let Wu Sanniang endure a few days of loneliness.

With a faint smile, Yang Zhuihui explained his plan.

"The Nine Yin Manual is currently in Ouyang Feng's hands. Whether he can cultivate it or not, it will be a significant obstacle to the growth of my Lingxiao Sect. If he is unfortunately captured by the other four old fogies, the manual falling into their hands will also be an obstacle. Knowing that there is an obstacle, we should find a way to eliminate it. Therefore, I plan to stay in Dushi City for a few days to see if I can retrieve the manual."

"Don't bring the manual back, just destroy it! Guo'er, you can use this opportunity to establish your prestige among the righteous sects. Then, the Lingxiao Sect's entry into the Central Plains will be unstoppable."

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's knowing smile, the South Sea Divine Nun knew he already had a plan.

Yang Zhuihui nodded and said, "I've thought all these things through carefully. I know what to do. Oh, right, Master, there's something I've always forgotten to ask you. It seems like no one in the martial world knows about the Lingxiao Sect?"

"Hehe, I've mentioned it to you before. Before you joined the Lingxiao Sect, I had no disciples other than the Four Young Masters of Lingxiao and Third Sister. Because they were all women, I felt there wasn't much hope of them entering the Central Plains. Now that you're the sect leader, I have some hope. After you destroy the Nine Yin Manual, take some time to visit Ruoxian Island."

Looking at the South Sea Divine Nun who had already arranged his itinerary, Yang Zhuihui nodded, laughed, and said, "Master, I have a small request."

"Speak."

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's lewd expression, the South Sea Divine Nun was a little scared.

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Wu Sanniang, then carefully examined his master's pretty face. It was fair with a rosy glow, incredibly delicate, making Yang Zhuihui want to take a few bites. Since that intimate encounter underwater, Yang Zhuihui hadn't taken liberties with her again, seemingly feeling that she was too vulnerable after losing all her power, and afraid of hurting her.

"Fine, don't tell me then,"

the South Sea Divine Nun provoked.

"After I rule the martial world and usurp the Ming Dynasty's power, can Master be my concubine?"

Upon hearing this, the South Sea Divine Nun couldn't even hold her chopsticks, which clattered onto the table.

Seeing her master's face turn pale, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly said, "Master, I didn't mean to offend you, it's just...it's just..."

Yang Zhuihui hesitated for a moment, then continued, "When Guo'er learned that Master's honey hole was the 'Dragon Welcoming Pearl,' I wanted Master even more!"

Hearing Yang Zhuihui's words, the South Sea Divine Nun knew that Yang Zhuihui had spied on her body while she was injured and unconscious. She felt a mixture of shame and indignation, but also thought it was normal for Yang Zhuihui, who practiced the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon, to examine her body while she was almost naked.

Thinking of this, the South Sea Divine Nun replied, "If that day ever comes, I will obey Yang Guo, hehe, but I don't know how many years it will take. By then, Yang Guo might find his master old and faded."

The South Sea Divine Nun's words clearly agreed, and Yang Zhuihui was overjoyed. He exclaimed, "Master! You've given me the motivation for dual cultivation!"

Turning to look at Wu Sanniang, who was eating beggar's chicken, Yang Zhuihui had already circled behind her, hugged her, and chuckled, "Let Master watch our dual cultivation up close today!"

Wu Sanniang's face was already red, and Yang Zhuihui's words made it even redder, even her neck was tinged with crimson. She stammered, "Later... let's cultivate in the forest..."

Seeing that his master didn't object, Yang Zhuihui knew she also wanted to see their dual cultivation, so he ignored Wu Sanniang's protests and began to untie her silk robes.

"No... Husband... not here..."

Wu Sanniang resisted, but didn't move at all, even separating her hands herself, her body already waiting for Yang Zhuihui to explore.

Pulling up Wu Sanniang, he kicked the stool aside and swiftly lifted her thin skirt, tearing off her underpants. Her famous "Flying Dragon in the Sky" orifice was then generously displayed before the South Sea Divine Nun. Yang Zhuihui's seemingly even stronger erotic dragon was already pressing against the entrance of Wu Sanniang's honeyed orifice, thrusting forcefully.

*Swoosh! *

The erotic dragon pierced straight to the heart of her flower!

Chapter 027, Maidservant Serving

"Husband...you're so bad...you're so bad..."

Wu Sanniang sobbed, her lust gradually rising. Looking at her master, the South Sea Divine Nun, and seeing her smiling face, she felt much more at ease and began to endure the increasingly powerful impacts of the erotic dragon.

Watching Yang Zhuihui's terrifying erotic dragon busily moving in and out, the South Sea Divine Nun's appetite improved considerably. She was slowly chewing her food, continuing to enjoy the scene of her two disciples' lovemaking. Unconsciously, the South Sea Divine Nun found that her honeyed orifice was a little wet.

The lewd dragon relentlessly pounded against Wu Sanniang's honeyed orifice, causing her to moan incessantly, while the South Sea Divine Nun feigned indifference as she watched them.

After Wu Sanniang ejaculated twice, Yang Zhuihui released his semen, shooting it deep into her honeyed orifice.

Feeling the dragon's nectar pouring in, Wu Sanniang couldn't help but cry out, "Husband...husband...hot...so hot...um...don't ejaculate inside...I'll get pregnant..."

"I just want you to have my child,"

Yang Zhuihui said, stroking Wu Sanniang's delicate body.

After ejaculating, Yang Zhuihui held Wu Sanniang tightly, enjoying the quiet as their body temperatures gradually decreased.

After dinner, Yang Zhuihui and Wu Sanniang strolled hand in hand along the shore of Jingyue Lake. After several moments of tender affection, Yang Zhuihui summoned the divine eagle to bid farewell to Wu Sanniang. Wu Sanniang's phoenix eyes welled with tears, yet she was helpless; it seemed she would have to spend several days alone in her empty bed.

Returning to Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui went to the market and bought a string of candied hawthorns. Since the silly girl had offered her breasts, he should keep his promise and give her candied hawthorns. If he couldn't even fulfill this simple promise, wouldn't he have to pay an even greater price to win her over later? Remembering how the silly girl called his lecherous dragon a "little bird," Yang Zhuihui felt a little worried. What if she accidentally bit him off? Wouldn't his rebirth end in tragedy?

After buying the candied hawthorns, Yang Zhuihui headed straight for the General's Mansion.

Upon entering, Huang Rong, carrying a baby girl, slowly approached. Seeing Huang Rong's disheveled clothes, Yang Zhuihui felt a tightness in his chest. Had Huang Rong and Guo Jing just had a passionate encounter?

"Guo'er!"

Upon seeing Yang Zhuihui, Huang Rong called out hurriedly, walking quickly to him. After looking him over, she asked, "Where have you been these past few days? Your aunt was so worried."

"I met Li Mochou. I was afraid of implicating you, so I didn't dare to come back. I only dared to return after confirming she had left the city. Hehe, I'm so sorry to have worried you, Aunt."

Yang Zhuihui observed Huang Rong's beautiful face and noticed some traces of breast milk on her white collar. He asked, "Did Xiang'er just finish eating?"

"Yes."

"Would you like some more milk?"

Yang Zhuihui continued.

Huang Rong noticed Yang Zhuihui's gaze was fixed on her breasts, a somewhat lewd look in his eyes. She quickly changed the subject, saying, "Go back to your room and rest well. I'll have a maid help you bathe later. Get a good night's sleep. There's a martial arts tournament this evening; you should accompany your aunt."

"A martial arts tournament?"

Yang Zhuihui paused, then laughed, "Aunt, if all the heroes are here, I think I'd better avoid it. Hehe, Guo'er isn't ready for a big event."

"Guo'er, you're still young. I can't tell you the implications yet. Just listen to your aunt; I'll train you well."

Huang Rong continued, "I'll take you back to your room. Look at you, your pants are all dirty. You really need a good bath."

Yang Zhuihui looked down and saw a white spot on his trouser leg. It wasn't a stain; it was a trace of love, spilled from his penis when he withdrew from Wu Sanniang's vagina.

Regardless of whether it was semen or not, Yang Zhuihui feigned helplessness, shrugging and saying, "I was in too much of a hurry."

Seeing the candied hawthorn in Yang Zhuihui's hand, Huang Rong said, "Is it for Sha Gu? I'll take it for you."

"Yes, I'm a decent person, of course I'll give it to her,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"If you're so decent, don't do that kind of thing to Sha Gu!"

Huang Rong glared at Yang Zhuihui, not out of anger, but rather as if she were flirting with him. Even if Huang Rong was truly angry, Yang Zhuihui would interpret it as flirting.

"You take the candied hawthorn; Xiang'er can hold it for me,"

Huang Rong said, taking the candied hawthorn and handing Xiang'er to Yang Zhuihui. At the moment of handover, Yang Zhuihui deliberately pressed the back of his hand against Huang Rong's swollen breasts. Having just finished breastfeeding, Huang Rong's breasts were still very sensitive. Feeling the pressure, she quickly released her hand, letting Yang Zhuihui hold Xiang'er.

"Auntie, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

Yang Zhuihui asked knowingly.

"Hehe, it's nothing, I'll leave now."

Huang Rong turned and left.

Watching Huang Rong's mature and alluring back, Yang Zhuihui's pupils gleamed with lust. It seemed that no woman of this world could escape his grasp.

"Wah!"

Xiang'er suddenly cried, as if scorning Yang Zhuihui's lust.

"Xiang'er, be good, Xiang'er, don't cry, big brother will give you something delicious."

Yang Zhuihui quickly comforted her.

He sang to her and made faces at her until Xiang'er stopped crying. Yang Zhuihui breathed a sigh of relief and went to his room. After

playing with Xiang'er in his room for a while, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps. Through the window, Yang Zhuihui saw two maids gracefully approaching, dressed in narrow-sleeved shirts, each carrying a bucket of hot water.

Thinking that his body was about to be exposed to their eyes, Yang Zhuihui worried whether they would faint from shock.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Please come in,"

Yang Zhuihui said politely.

The maids entered, greeted Yang Zhuihui softly, and poured water into the wooden buckets behind the screen. After about five rounds, the water was ready. One maid took care of Xiang'er, while the other stood by the bucket, waiting for the handsome Yang Zhuihui to come and change and bathe.

"Take good care of Xiang'er,"

Yang Zhuihui instructed, walking to the bucket. Looking at the petite and lovely maid who seemed quite young, a smile played on his lips, but he said nothing more. The well-trained maid had already bent down to undo Yang Zhuihui's belt, her cheeks flushed slightly.

When Yang Zhuihui's shirt was removed, revealing his strong muscles, the maid blushed even more, indicating she wasn't used to undressing men.

"First time?"

Yang Zhuihui asked with a smile, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Yes, I always help Madam before,"

Liaofa whispered.

"It's really hard on you. I'll take care of my pants myself. I'll call you after I'm in bed. What's your name?"

"Bilian,"

the maid replied, running to the screen as if granted a reprieve.

Another maid, who was acting as a cradle, saw Bilian come out and quickly asked in a low voice, "Bilian, did Young Master Yang do something to you?"

"No..."

Bilian quickly shook her head.

This maid slipped up to Bilian and whispered, "Bilian, as far as I know, Young Master Yang doesn't have any wives or concubines yet. If he's interested in you, be bold and have something happen between you. I'll keep an eye on things for you. If you become successful in the future, you'll have to take care of me, Bilan!"

"It's not what you think!"

Bilian glared at Bilan.

"I'm ready,"

Yang Zhuihui announced loudly from behind the screen.

"Take good care of Xiang'er."

Bi Lian turned and walked behind the screen.

Yang Zhuihui, whose lower body was submerged in the water, seemed very comfortable. The water temperature was just right, and the kisses on his genitals felt wonderful. It was as if some water sprites wanted to crawl into his anus, making him feel tingly and itchy.

"I'll scrub your back."

Bi Lian took a towel and put it in the wooden tub, but in her haste, she let the towel sink into the water, covering Yang Zhuihui's penis.

"I'm sorry!"

Bi Lian hurriedly said, reaching for the towel, but unexpectedly, her hand not only grabbed the towel but also grasped Yang Zhuihui's penis. The penis bounced a few times, startling Bi Lian, who cried out loudly. She quickly pulled her hand out of the water, splashing water all over Yang Zhuihui's face.

"I'm sorry!"

Bi Lian was so excited that she lost her composure. She quickly took the wet towel and covered Yang Zhuihui's face to wipe the water away, forgetting that the towel had just been taken out of the water.

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

Bi Lian cried out again, quickly grabbing the towel. Looking at Yang Zhuihui's helpless expression, Bi Lian was afraid of offending him.

She wrung out the towel and carefully dried Yang Zhuihui's face, whispering, "Lian'er is clumsy, please forgive me, Young Master Yang. It won't happen again."

"It's alright, hehe."

To maintain his good image, Yang Zhuihui maintained his super-nice face, but in his heart, he wanted to push Bi Lian into the wooden tub and rape her.

After sprinkling some soapy water on Yang Zhuihui, Bi Lian gently wiped his body, first his back, then his chest, and then his abdomen. Looking at the rippling water, Bi Lian stopped and whispered, "Young Master Yang, you can wash the rest yourself, okay?"

If Yang Zhuihui disagreed, Bi Lian would have to wipe his lower body.

"Hehe, okay, thank you. Oh, by the way, I rarely use soap, could you help me apply some before I go out?"

With that, Yang Zhuihui stood up abruptly, his dragon spear bursting from the water, erect at a sixty-degree angle—quite frightening!

"Ah!"

Bilian cried out, quickly covering her mouth.

Yang Zhuihui covered his penis, feigning surprise, and said, "Sorry, I thought you wouldn't be afraid."

"It's Lian'er's fault."

Bilian blushed, but secretly felt a surge of joy. For some reason, she felt a strong urge to explore the secrets of that terrifying thing.

"Help me apply some,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"Okay."

Bilian didn't dare look Yang Zhuihui in the eye.

Bilan, who was outside making Xiang'er giggle, heard Bilian's cry and assumed Yang Zhuihui was about to make a move on her, imagining Bilian's embarrassed state under Yang Zhuihui's threat.

Bilian dared not look at Yang Zhuihui's penis, nor did she want to touch it, but as a qualified maid, these were things she absolutely had to do. Reluctantly, Bilian poured some soapy water into her palm, steeled herself, and grasped Yang Zhuihui's slippery penis. She casually stroked it a few times, making sure it was covered in soapy water, then felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. She quickly rubbed the soapy water onto Yang Zhuihui's buttocks and thighs. After receiving Yang Zhuihui's praise, she hurriedly ran outside the screen, her whole body practically burning with desire.

"Did he touch you?"

Bilian asked, squinting.

"No...no..."

Bilian walked to the window, looking at the peach trees planted on both sides of the path, breathing heavily. While rubbing Yang Zhuihui's genitals, she almost stopped breathing. Unawakened by desire, she imagined Yang Zhuihui's enormous member in her mind, a strange anticipation rising within her. Looking at her palm, she could almost still feel the warmth of that thing.

Bilian felt disgusted by her own thoughts, her face flushing red. She quickly turned back to tease Xiang'er, no longer daring to let her mind wander.

After bathing, Bilian helped Yang Zhuihui put on his new clothes and combed his hair. After tying it up, she smoothed his slightly fringe with her slender fingers, stepped back a few paces, and looked at the refreshed Yang Zhuihui, praising, "Young Master Yang, you are truly elegant!"

"That's all thanks to Bilian's skillful hands,"

Yang Zhuihui echoed.

Chapter 28, Threatening Guo Fu

"Thank you for the compliment, Young Master Yang. If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave now,"

Bilian inquired.

"Nothing for now, thank you for your trouble."

Bilian and Bilan bowed and turned to leave. Yang Zhuihui lay on the bed to rest, while Xiang'er crawled around on the bed mischievously, constantly touching Yang Zhuihui's face with her little fingers, seemingly enjoying being with him.

Xiang'er's eyes were clear and bright, completely untouched by worldly corruption. Yang Zhuihui pinched Xiang'er's cheek and chuckled, "Good Xiang'er, when you grow up, you'll be mine, my youngest concubine. Let's calculate, you're not even a year old yet. When you turn eighteen, we'll marry and consummate our marriage. And let me tell you, your mother Huang Rong and your sister will both be my women, hehe."

Daydreaming, Yang Zhuihui gradually felt sleepy, yet didn't want to sleep. He sat cross-legged and began to circulate his internal energy. He knew that with his current internal strength, he could easily be considered a martial arts master, but lacking external skills as support, he was essentially a punching bag, only good for taking hits and not dying, with little offensive power. To become a true strongman, he still needed to go to Ruoxian Island! Before he

had even circulated his energy for a quarter of an hour, Xiang'er, neglected by Yang Zhuihui, began to wail loudly. Yang Zhuihui tried to comfort her, but to no avail. He simply put his little finger to her lips, and she sucked on it happily.

Watching Xiang'er suck her fingers, Yang Zhuihui lewdly said, "Xiang'er, when you grow up, if you're willing to suck your big brother's cock like this, your big brother will definitely feed you handfuls of semen, even more nourishing than breast milk."

Xiang'er had no idea that her future was already predetermined at such a young age. She continued to suckle Yang Zhuihui's fingers, fantasizing that delicious milk would flow from them.

"Wah!"

Unable to get any milk, Xiang'er burst into tears again.

Seeing her like this, Yang Zhuihui even considered taking out his penis to feed her some semen, but fearing Xiang'er would choke, he could only carry her out, hoping to find Huang Rong and have her feed him some milk.

Not very familiar with the General's Mansion, Yang Zhuihui wandered aimlessly. Since his room was here, Huang Rong's room should be nearby too. Yang Zhuihui darted around like a wildcat smelling fish.

After wandering around for a while, they bumped into the maid Bilian. Seeing Xiang'er crying so fiercely, Bilian was also very anxious. When Yang Zhuihui asked about Huang Rong's whereabouts, Bilian told him that Huang Rong had gone to the military camp.

"Then what about her?"

Yang Zhuihui pointed to Xiang'er, who was still sucking his finger.

Bilian hesitated, saying, "We can only wait for Madam to return."

"What if Xiang'er starves to death? Can you find a wet nurse to breastfeed her?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, not wanting his plans for raising her to fail.

Bilian quickly lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, Young Master Yang. Madam previously instructed that no woman other than herself should be allowed to breastfeed Xiang'er. This is Madam's order, and I dare not disobey."

Seeing that Bilian was almost crying, Yang Zhuihui didn't want to make things difficult for her. He nodded and said, "Then you can go down first. By the way, where does Miss Guo live? Perhaps I can ask her for help."

"The room on the second floor on the left with the red lantern hanging outside the door. Miss Guo should be taking a nap. Young Master Yang, then I'll take my leave."

Bilian bowed and quickly retreated, afraid of being harassed by Young Master Yang again. Actually, it wasn't really harassment, but as soon as she saw Yang Zhuihui, Bilian thought of that terrifying thing!

"Life should be about finding your own enjoyment,"

Yang Zhuihui muttered as he walked towards Guo Fu's room, even putting his finger to Xiang'er's lips. Since Huang Rong had gone to the military camp, and Xiang'er couldn't be left hungry, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to designate Guo Fu as the one to provide milk. After all, Guo Fu was Huang Rong's daughter, so having her breastfeed should be fine, right? He just didn't know if Guo Fu's flat chest could actually produce milk.

Going up to the second floor, Yang Zhuihui solemnly knocked on Guo Fu's door.

A moment later, he heard Guo Fu getting up.

"Who is it? I'm sleeping,"

Guo Fu's languid voice came from inside, immediately conjuring up an image of Guo Fu disheveled, waiting for him to do something suggestive .

Standing at the door, Yang Zhuihui didn't answer, standing there like a statue.

Guo Fu, wearing only a light blue bodice and white underpants, seemed a little angry, asking several times without an answer, but then she heard the baby crying.

"Xiang'er?"

Guo Fu was startled. She hurriedly put on her outer garment, not even bothering to fasten her belt, and rushed over. Opening the door, the first thing she saw wasn't her younger sister Xiang'er in Yang Zhuihui's arms, but rather Yang Zhuihui's somewhat wicked face.

"Yang Guo?"

Guo Fu exclaimed, almost loosening her grip on her outer garment. But if she did, Yang Zhuihui would pounce on her like a wild beast.

"Surprised? I thought I looked just like Ouyang Feng. Did you think it was Ouyang Feng who attacked you and touched your chest? Tsk tsk, still deceiving your mother. Can't you just tell me you cut off my arm?"

Yang Zhuihui said coldly, deliberately retracting his arm, giving the illusion that it had been severed.

Seeing Xiang'er wailing, Guo Fu cried out, "Give Xiang'er back to me! If you want revenge, come find me!"

"Hehe."

Yang Zhuihui maintained his cold smile, glancing at Guo Fu's exposed jade neck, which was fair and smooth, with veins seemingly visible. Her two collarbones outlined a beautiful curve, indicating that Guo Fu had just the right amount of fat, a very well-maintained type. However, her breasts were not so ideal; perhaps she was still young, just turned eighteen.

"Give her back to me!"

Guo Fu cried out again, but dared not get too close to Yang Zhuihui. The memory of being humiliated while impersonating Yang Guo was still echoing in her mind, truly frightening. If Guo Fu were already a married woman, perhaps she wouldn't be so afraid, but she was still a virgin, a delicate virgin who didn't want anyone to touch her body!

"Xiang'er isn't yours, why should I give her back? You even added the word 'give back,' so can I say something too?"

Yang Zhuihui's eyes widened as he strode into the room. Guo Fu, terrified, took several steps back, barely daring to breathe. Seeing Guo Fu's panicked state, Yang Zhuihui became even more smug and shouted, "Give me back my arm!"

"I didn't mean to! Apologize, okay?"

Guo Fu choked back tears.

Yang Zhuihui took a few more steps forward and kicked the door shut, dimming the room. Guo Fu became even more frightened, feeling as if she were locked in a prison by Yang Zhuihui, with imaginary rats scurrying around her feet, making her look suspiciously at her own feet.

"If I did it to you and then apologized afterwards, would that be acceptable? If you would, I have no objection."

"That's not the same thing at all!"

Guo Fu stomped her feet angrily, looking into Yang Zhuihui's eyes as if she read the word "blasphemy," which made her even more uneasy. With her parents at the army camp, and the servants and guards at home no match for Yang Guo, Guo Fu felt like a lamb led to the slaughter. She could only hope Yang Guo would remember her parents' kindness and spare her.

"Alright, since you say it's not the same thing, then it's not the same thing! Now, let's not talk about my broken arm. Let's talk about Xiang'er in my arms. To be honest, Xiang'er is really adorable. I really want to take her to the Ancient Tomb. If Xiang'er were raised by me and my senior sister, Xiaolongnu, she would definitely become a phoenix among men. I wonder… what do you think?"

"I absolutely will not allow you to take Xiang'er away!"

Guo Fu took several steps back, picked up the sword beside the bed, and, disregarding whether Yang Zhuihui would see her, drew the sword directly. The blade gleamed coldly, reflecting on Guo Fu's flushed face. With her left hand holding the sheath and her right hand gripping the sword, her unfastened silk robe instantly parted, revealing her delicate breasts, which were still wrapped in her bodice, and her flat stomach was generously displayed before Yang Zhuihui.

"If you dare to do anything reckless, I don't know whether Xiang'er or I will bleed first."

Yang Zhuihui sneered, looking at Guo Fu, whose red lips had turned white with anger, and said calmly, "Didn't I just say? I'm not here to collect a debt from you. I'm here with a heart full of concern for Xiang'er, and I want to ask you why your mother doesn't allow other women to breastfeed Xiang'er? Doesn't she know that she can't stay with Xiang'er while she's breastfeeding?"

"No means no!"

Guo Fu snorted.

"Everything has a reason, and this should have one even more. Speak! If you don't speak, I'll take Xiang'er back to the Ancient Tomb."

Yang Zhuihui made a move to walk towards the door.

"Don't take Xiang'er away! I'm telling you! Because my mother wants Xiang'er to cultivate the 'Xuexuan Yin True Qi Technique'."

"Xuexuan Yin True Qi Technique?"

Hearing the seemingly mystical words, Yang Zhuihui turned around with interest, smiled with narrowed eyes, and asked, "What is the Xuexuan Yin True Qi Technique?"

"It's...it's..."

Guo Fu quickly changed her tone, shouting, "That's something we girls cultivate! Why are you asking so many questions? Give Xiang'er back to me!"

Yang Zhuihui stared at Guo Fu with disdain, saying, "You're naturally beautiful, you don't need any makeup to enhance your looks, but unfortunately, I really dislike your willful personality. Do you think the world will only be fair to you if everyone in the world obeys you? Like me, I didn't want to obey you, so you tried every means to make things difficult for me, and even cut off my arm. Tsk tsk, it seems I need to properly train you, otherwise you'll never learn humility. If I wanted, I could train you into a sex machine!"

Guo Fu didn't know what training or a sex machine meant, but seeing the lustful light flashing in Yang Zhuihui's eyes, Guo Fu's heart began to race. She really wanted to pierce Yang Zhuihui's heart with a sword to vent her hatred!

“Once I’ve turned you into a sex machine, maybe I’ll have to teach you an English phrase: ‘fuck me.’” Yang Zhuihui’s lips curled up, looking very smug. He continued, “Xiang’er has been crying since the beginning. Can you find a way to stop her from crying? Uh, the best way would be to breastfeed her. Since your mother isn’t here, you can breastfeed her.”

Guo Fu’s cheeks flushed red with anger, and her sword trembled. She shouted, “Your father is a traitor, and you are a lecher! Even if I, Guo Fu, die, I will never bow down to you!”

“No, no, you absolutely won’t die, but she…”

Yang Zhuihui lifted the wailing Xiang’er with one hand, “She’ll slam to the ground with a bang, her brains will split open and spill out, and your mother will blame you and kick you out of the house. You’ll never be able to come back, you’ll become a beggar on the street, maybe you can even join the Qingfeng Gang. Then you might be able to charm some old beggars with your little bit of beauty. You can marry him, and he’ll share half of his steamed buns with you. Tsk tsk, that life seems pretty wonderful.”

“Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!”

Guo Fu shouted at the top of her lungs.

Chapter 29, Forcing Guo Fu to Breastfeed

Yang Zhuihui was worried that she would alert the guards of the General’s Mansion, so he quickly said, “Guo Fu, my demands are not high. I only want you to breastfeed Xiang’er, that’s all. If you agree, you will have no loss; if you don’t agree, you will lose everything!”

“Fine! Give me Xiang’er, I’ll breastfeed her!”

Guo Fu shouted.

"Hehe, now that the door's closed, could you take off your bodice so I can see if your little breasts are good enough to breastfeed Xiang'er?"

Yang Zhuihui leered, his erection already throbbing, seemingly eyeing Guo Fu's honeyed orifice.

Guo Fu was furious with Yang Zhuihui, but looking at her younger sister Xiang'er, she knew she couldn't let her get hurt, much less die. Yet, she didn't want Yang Zhuihui to see her body. Torn between these conflicting emotions, Guo Fu was on the verge of collapse. After thinking for a while, she said stiffly, "Fine, but you can't tell anyone. If you do, I'll kill you even if it costs me my life!"

"Thank you,"

Yang Zhuihui bowed very politely.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's shamelessness, Guo Fu became even angrier. Gritting her teeth, she sheathed her sword and tossed it onto the bed. She casually brushed aside the square sachet hanging on her chest and stiffly untied the drawstring of her bodice. When she felt the bodice, which had been protecting her breasts, slowly separating from her body, she hesitated. She quickly pressed down on the bodice to prevent it from falling off, glaring at Yang Zhuihui with hatred, and said angrily, "Do you really want to force me to do this?"

"I learned what etiquette is from your mother, so I won't force you, but..."

Yang Zhuihui looked at the crying Xiang'er in his arms and continued, "Perhaps when Xiang'er grows up, she won't need to cultivate the 'Mysterious Yin True Qi Technique.' It would be better if I took her back to the Ancient Tomb."

"Bastard!"

Guo Fu cursed, her hand already loosening its grip. The pale green soft bodice fell to the ground like a leaf, revealing a pair of firm, white breasts, not particularly full, but with clearly visible veins, to Yang Zhuihui. The two pink cherries at the nipples were especially adorable, swaying gently with Guo Fu's rapid breathing, as if hoping to be kissed by Yang Zhuihui.

"So small, but you've only just come of age and haven't been nourished by a man yet. Once I serve you with my hardworking hands and my cock that loves to explore, your breasts will definitely swell up like steamed buns, as big as Silly Girl's. Then you can use them for breast play,"

Yang Zhuihui lewdly laughed.

Guo Fu covered her breasts in shame, gritting her teeth, "Give me Xiang'er, so I can breastfeed her!"

"Okay,"

Yang Zhuihui replied, walking lightly towards Guo Fu. Guo Fu retreated step by step, her legs going weak when she reached the bedside, and she sat down on the bed, hoping Yang Zhuihui wouldn't come any closer, but he was getting closer and closer.

“You might feel a little uncomfortable when you first start breastfeeding, so…”

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Zhuihui suddenly thrust his middle finger out, striking Guo Fu’s Zigong acupoint and immobilizing her.

Guo Fu's eyes were practically blazing with fury as she cursed, "You damned Yang Zhuihui! If I'd known, I would have not only chopped off your arm, but I would have chopped off your head too!"

"It doesn't hurt, I don't mind you saying a few more words."

Yang Zhuihui sat on the edge of the bed, his left hand prying open Guo Fu's hand that was still pressed against her chest, revealing her breasts. The nipples, untouched by a man, were a beautiful color, the tips a deep crimson, surrounded by a rose-red areola.

"Wait! You're lying to me!"

Guo Fu was terrified to see that the arm she had supposedly severed was still intact in her sleeve. That night, there was lightning and thunder; although she couldn't see clearly, she had clearly witnessed Yang Zhuihui's arm being severed, blood splattered all over her. How could it still be there?

"Fine, let's lie then. Anyway, none of that matters right now. The important thing is that Xiang'er wants to nurse."

With that, Yang Zhuihui pushed Guo Fu down onto the bed and placed the still-crying Xiang'er in front of Guo Fu's breasts. Smelling the milk, Xiang'er opened her mouth and took Guo Fu's left nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, trying to draw out milk. But Guo Fu was still a virgin, where would she get milk?

"Mmm...mmm...no...uh..."

It was the first time Cherry had been suckled, and Guo Fu felt strange, a little itchy. She twisted her waist, but she couldn't stop her sister from suckling her nipple.

Watching Guo Fu's face gradually flush red, Yang Zhuihui leered. Seeing her other breast looking a little lonely, his demonic hand landed on it, slowly kneading it, and he exclaimed, "It's really small, and it's not very satisfying to squeeze. Looks like you really have the potential to disguise yourself as a man. Hehe, Guo Fu, don't worry, as long as I'm here, I'll do everything I can to make your breasts bigger, like your mother's."

"Ugh...I'll kill...kill you..."

Guo Fu wanted to curse Yang Zhuihui, but he pinched her nipple hard with two fingers, making her unable to speak from the pain.

Xiang'er sucked for a while, seemingly realizing she couldn't get any milk, and started wailing again.

"Let me go! I want to take Xiang'er to my mother!"

Guo Fu cried out.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui had taken Xiang'er's place, his demonic hand grasping Guo Fu's breasts, gently kneading them, making the gradually hardening and engorged nipples even more prominent. Ignoring Guo Fu, he bent down and took one nipple into his mouth, beginning to grind it with his teeth.

"Ah...what are you doing...no...don't do that..."

Guo Fu sobbed, her slender waist twisting even more violently. Her mind was rejecting Yang Zhuihui, but her body was beginning to relish his savagery. Waves of tingling pleasure coursed through her, making her almost think she was going mad, even experiencing a fleeting joy at being taken advantage of.

After sucking on her left nipple, Yang Zhuihui began sucking on her right, his tongue constantly scraping against Guo Fu's increasingly hard nipple. His free hand moved towards Guo Fu's lower body.

"Don't touch there!"

Guo Fu screamed hysterically.

"Miss."

Bi Lian's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"You ruined my good time,"

Yang Zhuihui muttered, his hand, still resting on Guo Fu's lower abdomen, quickly sliding down to her warm vulva, rubbing it there before standing up.

Pressing Guo Fu's acupoint, Yang Zhuihui whispered, "If word gets out, your reputation will be ruined. I don't care; I've always been a street urchin anyway."

Guo Fu glared at Yang Zhuihui and called out to the door, "Bilian, wait a moment. I'm still sparring with Yang Zhuihui. I'll open the door right away."

The clever Guo Fu certainly couldn't send Bilian away; if she did, she'd be the one in trouble. She was genuinely afraid Yang Zhuihui would touch her private parts.

With her back to Yang Zhuihui, she fastened her bodice, draped a crimson long dress over her shoulders, and tied her belt. After grooming herself in front of the mirror and making sure she wouldn't look disheveled, Guo Fu opened the door.

Bilian bowed and said, "Madam has returned. She asked me to take Xiang'er to the living room and invited Young Master Yang to join her." "Yang Zhuihui, then you and Bilian can go see my mother together." Guo Fu was overjoyed, knowing she was finally free from Yang Zhuihui's clutches. "

No problem. " Yang Zhuihui's lustful dragon gradually softened. He let Bilian hold Xiang'er and followed her out, glancing back at Guo Fu with utter contempt.

Guo Fu felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders and decided to avoid Yang Zhuihui from that day forward.

Following the maid Bilian into the living room, she saw Huang Rong, Guo Jing, and a man about her age, dressed in armor. This man looked weathered and worn, with two scars on his face that completely ruined his otherwise handsome features

. Dressed in white with a red cloak draped over her shoulders, Huang Rong heard her beloved daughter crying and quickly rose to approach Bi Lian. Her delicate face was flushed, her jade-like skin glowing with a rosy hue, her features as beautiful as snow, and the cloak added to her heroic air. Watching Huang Rong approach, Yang Zhuihui was somewhat mesmerized; it seemed that nothing could stir his desire more than this beautiful woman!

Huang Rong took Guo Xiang from her, and the mischievous Guo Xiang seemed to smell the scent of Huang Rong's breast milk, her little hands pawing at Huang Rong's breasts.

"Guo'er, this is General Ma Fang of Xuanfu. He just arrived from Datong Prefecture today to assist us in resisting the Mongol Tatar attack," Huang Rong

introduced.

"Greetings, General Ma,"

Yang Zhuihui bowed.

"You're too kind, haha. Young brother, you are a man of great bearing, truly a general. Now that the Mongol Tatar army is pressing in, to repay the Emperor's great kindness, it is only right to shed blood for the country!"

Ma Fang, who was as strong as half a man, stood up and glanced at Yang Zhuihui. He was handsome and dignified, no ordinary man, but his eyes held a hint of unruliness. "

Brother Ping, I'll take my leave now."

Huang Rong, who was going to breastfeed Guo Xiang, went into the back room after receiving Guo Jing's permission, leaving Yang Zhuihui there.

Back in her room, Huang Rong lifted her clothes, untied the drawstring of her bodice, and brought her breast, which was full of delicious milk, to Guo Xiang's mouth. She gently squeezed it, and the milk dripped onto Guo Xiang's lips. Guo Xiang, tasting the milk, immediately opened her mouth and took Huang Rong's nipple into her mouth, beginning to suckle vigorously.

"It feels so strange, why do I have that feeling?" Huang

Rong seemed a little lost, perhaps because she was too lonely.

Yang Zhuihui wanted to leave, but Guo Jing insisted he stay in the living room, so he accepted the ginseng tea offered by Bilan and listened to their lofty ambitions while drinking it. It wasn't that Yang Zhuihui disliked hearing about military strategies and the military affairs of the Mongol and Ming dynasties; he simply disliked Guo Jing.

After listening for a full half hour, Guo Jing and Ma Fang, who were discussing their ideals of serving their country, finally came to an end. Guo Jing saw Ma Fang out, and Yang Zhuihui jumped up as if he had hemorrhoids, muttering to himself, "If you make me sit down again, I'll definitely fart and stink you to death!"

Without caring whether Guo Jing would return, Yang Zhuihui went straight to the back hall, wanting to find Huang Rong, catch a glimpse of her beauty, and perhaps ask about the details of the martial arts tournament that evening.

Guided by two servants, Yang Zhuihui finally found Huang Rong's room, knocked on the door, and politely said, "Auntie, it's me, Guo'er. May I come in?"

Huang Rong, still enjoying the tingling sensation from Guo Xiang nursing, was startled and quickly said, "Guo'er, wait a moment, Auntie is still busy." "

Call me when you're done."

Yang Zhuihui guessed Huang Rong was breastfeeding Guo Xiang, because he occasionally heard the "tsk tsk" sound. Thinking of Guo Xiang's little mouth suckling his beloved's nipple, Yang Zhuihui felt somewhat excited.

After Guo Xiang finished nursing, Huang Rong let Guo Xiang lie down on the bed to sleep, while she tidied her clothes and, after making sure everything was alright, opened the door.

Looking at the mature and charming Huang Rong, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Auntie, do I really have to participate in the martial arts tournament tonight?"

"Come in, Auntie will explain in detail."

Huang Rong stepped aside, and after Yang Zhuihui entered, she closed the door.

Looking at the few drops of milk still clinging to Guo Xiang's lips, Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard.

"All the martial arts masters will be there tonight, so Guo'er should go too, because..."

Huang Rong paused, then continued, "There's something your aunt hasn't told you. Actually, there was another reason I risked my life to save you. You know Ouyang Feng, right? He had a son, Ouyang Ke, who was killed by my brother Ping over some trivial matters. Upon hearing the tragic news, Ouyang Feng went mad. You look seven-tenths like his son; perhaps you can contribute to capturing Ouyang Feng."

(Brrr! Looking like Yang Guo is one thing, but now you look like Ouyang Ke!

Chapter 30, Gongsun Lü'e)

Yang Zhuihui asked疑惑地问道, "Why capture him?"

Actually, he knew the righteous sects wanted to reclaim the Nine Yin Manual!

"Guo'er, your aunt has a few words from the bottom of her heart to say to you."

Huang Rong gestured for Yang Zhuihui to sit at the round table.

Seeing that Yang Zhuihui was already seated, Huang Rong explained, "A few days ago, Ouyang Feng stole the Nine Yin Manual. He's half-mad, half-crazy. If he were to learn the martial arts within, no one in the martial world would be his match. To prevent the martial world from falling into an irrecoverable catastrophe, Guo Jing and I have widely distributed invitations, inviting all virtuous and ambitious people from the martial world to gather in Dushi City to discuss our plan to retrieve the manual."

Seeing that Yang Zhuihui remained calm, Huang Rong continued, "Guo'er, although you are usually playful and mischievous, this time I..." "We hope you can prioritize the greater good of the martial world and help us capture Ouyang Feng. If we asked you to kill Ouyang Feng, would you do it?"

Yang Zhuihui was a time traveler and hadn't personally experienced Yang Guo's previous mischievousness. However, to secure a place in the martial world, Yang Zhuihui was willing to kill Ouyang Feng with his own hands! Maintaining his facade of benevolence, Yang Zhuihui had to feign helplessness and grit his teeth, saying, "Auntie, if there's no other choice, this is the only way. For the sake of the martial world and to allow you to focus on resisting the Mongol Tatar invasion, Guo'er will absolutely cooperate fully!"

"Hmm, Guo'er, I'm relieved that you're so sensible. By the way, will you still be like that these days?"

Huang Rong's heart raced. She shouldn't have brought up this topic again, but she couldn't help asking.

"Hehe, do you want me to tell the truth?"

Yang Zhuihui spread his hands and said, "These past few days, I've been avoiding Li Mochou. Even if I wanted to, I had nowhere to relieve myself. Sometimes I could only use my own hands. Aunt, thank you for your concern."

"Use your own hands!"

Looking at Yang Zhuihui's hands, Huang Rong seemed to be able to imagine Yang Zhuihui holding his penis and masturbating, and she felt that his expression at that time must have been very helpless and happy! Thinking of this, Huang Rong said, "After the martial arts tournament, Aunt will take you out to relieve yourself. Remember not to tell anyone."

"Where to relieve myself?"

Yang Zhuihui asked again, remembering that he had asked last time.

"You'll know when we get there. Don't ask now."

Huang Rong glared at Yang Zhuihui.

Meeting that almost reproachful look, Yang Zhuihui's heart warmed and he wanted to hug Huang Rong. At this moment, the door was pushed open.

"Mother, I..."

Guo Fu, who had rushed in, nearly collapsed in fear upon seeing Yang Zhuihui.

"Fu'er, what's wrong?" Huang Rong asked quickly, noticing her panicked expression.

"N-nothing... I'll go out now."

Seeing Yang Zhuihui was like seeing a plague; even if she had something to say to her mother, she would wait for another time. Before Huang Rong could reply, Guo Fu had already slammed the door shut and run out.

"Guo'er, go back to your room and get ready. After dinner, you'll come with us to the martial arts tournament,"

Huang Rong said.

"Okay, I know. After the tournament, will you go and take care of my problem right away?"

Yang Zhuihui kept staring at Huang Rong's high, firm breasts, seemingly wanting to become Guo Xiang and savor Huang Rong's delicious milk.

Huang Rong sighed helplessly and said, "We'll talk about it later!"

"Alright."

Yang Zhuihui stuck out his tongue and left the room, his desire still burning. With Wu Sanniang not around, he could only suppress it.

At dinner time, the four of them sat at the table: Yang Zhuihui, Huang Rong, Guo Fu, and Guo Jing.

After dinner, they returned to their rooms to rest for a while. Then Huang Rong came to call Yang Zhuihui, who had no choice but to go with them to some martial arts tournament. It was a grand invitation to heroes from all walks of life, and he didn't know how many would attend.

The tournament was held on a flat area outside the east of the city. Torches illuminated the gaunt faces of the Beggar Clan disciples, each with a serious expression. People from all walks of life arrived one after another, and the entire area was filled with an unprecedentedly lively atmosphere. The makeshift platform in the middle was deserted, awaiting the arrival of Guo Jing, the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Having connections in both the imperial court and the martial arts world, Guo Jing should have been quite influential. Unfortunately, he lacked the ability to curry favor, remaining merely a martial artist, forever unable to achieve higher rank. His eventual death at Dushi City was another story.

Upon seeing Guo Jing and his entourage arrive, the crowd parted. Guo Jing led the way, followed closely by Huang Rong, then Guo Fu and Yang Zhuihui, and Wu Sanniang's two incompetent sons. Only Guo Jing ascended the platform; Huang Rong wasn't even qualified to go up, merely standing on the edge.

"Hey, are you free tonight?"

Yang Zhuihui asked softly, standing next to Guo Fu.

Guo Fu tried to avoid Yang Zhuihui, but the crowd around her was too dense, so she turned her head away, pretending not to hear.

"You stinking toad, don't even think about hitting on the noble Miss Guo!"

Wu Dunru, one of Wu Sanniang's sons, said viciously.

Yang Zhuihui glanced back at Wu Dunru, who was putting on a fierce face, and thought only of gouging out those two cunning eyes to feed to the dogs. One sweep of his eagle eyes, and Wu Dunru was too scared to say a word.

Suddenly, Yang Zhuihui twitched his nose, as if he smelled a very familiar scent. He looked around and quickly squeezed out of the crowd. When he saw Hong Qigong sitting in the corner, sipping beggar's chicken, Yang Zhuihui remembered the scene of him injuring his master that day. His blood boiled. If his martial arts skills weren't still lacking, and if there weren't so many martial arts masters around, Yang Zhuihui would definitely have killed this old beggar eating chicken!

"Brother Yang!"

A crisp voice rang out.

Yang Zhuihui looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in green running towards him. Her skin was like jade, delicate and flawless. The soft moonlight added to her ethereal beauty. She seemed to be about the same age as Guo Fu.

The woman in green reached Yang Zhuihui, her face flushed from her rapid breathing, perhaps because she had seen her beloved.

Yang Zhuihui was still stunned. This girl was probably just over twenty years old. She wore silver earrings and a light green veil as a headdress. A three-inch-wide dark green belt was particularly eye-catching. Unlike Guo Fu, whose light green top was not tightly wrapped, hers was not closed all the way to her belt. The dark green bodice underneath was clearly visible, and her snow-white skin was sometimes visible and sometimes hidden. It didn't seem like she was trying to seduce anyone, but rather like she was showing off the pure beauty that belonged to a young girl. Unfortunately, her breasts were the same size as Guo Fu's, and even her cleavage could only be seen slightly.

"Brother Yang, why are you looking at me like that?"

the girl said with a smile, without any hint of reproach.

"Smell, long time no see, you seem to have become even more beautiful."

Yang Zhuihui smiled gently, seemingly unaware of who he was talking to.

"Where is Miss Long?"

the girl asked, as if she felt it was strange that Yang Zhuihui was alone.

"She's in the ancient tomb, hehe."

Yang Zhuihui probed, "Where did you come from? Are you alone?"

"The Valley of Heartbreak! Brother Yang, my father forbids me from leaving. Where else can I go but there? This time is an exception. The Valley of Heartbreak received a hero's invitation, and since my father doesn't like participating in martial arts affairs, he sent me to Dushi City."

Gongsun Lü'e, daughter of Gongsun Zhi, the master of the Valley of Heartbreak, was known as the "Green Fairy." Yang Guo had met her a few times, and Gongsun Lü'e secretly loved Yang Guo.

So it was Gongsun Lü'e! What a pure and beautiful woman! He wondered what a wonderful scene it would be like to push her into bed and make love with her. Yang Zhuihui knew that Gongsun Lü'e had always secretly loved Yang Guo, so he was already setting a trap, intending to make Gongsun Lü'e one of the women he practiced the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon with!

"Miss Lü'e, did you come alone?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, seemingly conducting necessary investigations before the beastly act that was about to occur.

"No, if I came alone, wouldn't my father be worried to death? Several of my senior brothers are here too, admiring the heroic demeanor of Guo Jing! Hehe, why is Brother Yang in Dushi City, while Miss Long is in the Ancient Tomb? Isn't Brother Yang worried about Miss Long? By the way, how is the Heartbreak Poison in Brother Yang and Miss Long's bodies? Let Green Calyx take your pulse."

Gongsun Green Calyx skillfully took Yang Zhuihui's pulse and said happily, "Brother Yang, could it be that you met a master and have cured the Heartbreak Poison? Has Miss Shi been cured as well?"

"I was poisoned by the Ice Soul Silver Needle of the Red Serpent Fairy a few days ago. I thought I was going to die, but who knew that the Ice Soul Silver Needle poison and the Heartbreak Poison are mutually exclusive. Using poison to fight poison, I'm fine now, hehe."

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

In the world of *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, the real Yang Guo was stabbed to death by Yang Zhuihui. There was no question of poisoning. His worst misfortune was being injured by Li Mochou, but that should also be considered the beginning of all happiness. If he hadn't been poisoned by the Ice Soul Silver Needle, Yang Zhuihui would never have met Wu Sanniang, become the only male disciple of the South Sea Divine Nun, or cultivated the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon!

"Brother Yang is truly a benefactor; even Heaven is protecting you. What about Miss Shi?"

Gongsun Lü'e asked. She had previously wanted two women to share one husband, but Yang Zhuihui disagreed, only wanting to be with Xiaolongnü. Gongsun Lü'e could only silently endure the torment of longing. Thinking of Xiaolongnü still suffering from the Heartless Poison, a voice deep within Gongsun Lü'e even wished for Xiaolongnü's death, so she could be with Yang Zhuihui. Unfortunately, that was just a fleeting, impure thought.

"Once things are settled here, I'll go back to the Ancient Tomb to find my senior sister, hehe. When are you going back?"

"Not yet, Brother Yang, is something wrong?"

Gongsun Lü'e was starting to look forward.

"It feels like it's been a long time since we talked. I want to have a good chat with you."

Seeing the crowd moving towards the platform, Yang Zhuihui stopped talking and walked towards the platform with Gongsun Lü'e.

The martial arts world, as the name suggests, is a place where all sorts of people mingle, tall and short, fat and thin, good and evil. Gongsun Lü'e, who had always lived alone in the Valley of Heartbreak, seemed a little uncomfortable with the noisy crowd. She instinctively moved closer to Yang Zhuihui, seemingly unconcerned about being taken advantage of by him. Being taken advantage of by a loved one is better than being taken advantage of by a stranger, right? No! Since it's a loved one, it can't be called taking advantage; it should be about fully realizing the value of one's body!

Guo Jing wasn't the only one on the platform; there were also Huang Yaoshi, Yideng, and Hong Qigong, all three of whom had hurt their master. Zhou Botong was arguing with Huang Rong, wearing a silly smile.

“One, two, three, four, Ouyang Feng is still missing,”

Yang Zhuihui whispered.

“Brother Yang, what’s wrong?”

Gongsun Lü’e looked up at Yang Zhuihui’s face, which had become somewhat cold, seemingly puzzled, feeling that he wasn’t quite the familiar Brother Yang.

“Counting monkeys, hehe, I like to count monkeys when I can’t sleep at night, I just habitually open my mouth to count.”

Yang Zhuihui teased.

“When I can’t sleep, I count sheep, and I even imagine the scene of them jumping into the fence, it’s so interesting.”

Gongsun Lü’e moved even closer to Yang Zhuihui, not to seduce him, but simply because she liked that close feeling.

Guo Jing glanced at Huang Yaoshi and said, "I, a junior, lack the confidence to speak. Senior Huang, please speak."

Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily and said, "Rong'er has followed you for so many years, yet your stubbornness hasn't changed at all. In terms of martial arts, you are on par with us, and you are so young. When you are as old as us, your martial arts will surpass ours. Of course, you should hold up this scene. If this hadn't been caused by us, we would never have stepped onto the stage. See? Everyone in the martial arts world is watching you. How can you not speak?"

"Alright."

The rigid Guo Jing stepped forward, raised his hand to signal the crowd to quiet down, and shouted, "Heroes from all walks of life, I am Guo Jing. I am honored by your kindness in allowing me to stand here and say a few words. The purpose of gathering everyone here is very simple: to retrieve the Nine Yin Manual and store it in Shaolin Temple!"

"The Nine Yin Manual?"

"Putted in Shaolin Temple?"

Hearing that it was about stealing the legendary martial arts manual, the crowd erupted in excitement, whispering amongst themselves, as anxious as ants on a hot plate. It seemed this manual was even more potent than an aphrodisiac.

"Please quiet down, everyone,"

Guo Jing gestured for silence, then continued, "Gentlemen, I, Guo Jing, as the leader of the martial arts alliance, hereby issue this order: whoever can seize the manual, I am willing to relinquish my position as leader of the martial arts alliance. I hope everyone will take action!"

"Abdicate?"

Guo Jing's words caused a stir among the crowd. It seemed today's excitement was extraordinary, with each wave more intense than the last.

"Who actually has the manual?"

a Beggar Clan disciple asked.

"It's in Ouyang Feng's hands,"

Guo Jing stated bluntly.

"What? Ouyang Feng! Ouyang Feng!"

"His Toad Skill is amazing!" "

One of the Five Immortals, no wonder he offered such high terms!"

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui, who had been observing Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and the others with eyes full of hatred, loudly proclaimed, "Great Hero Guo, if I may ask, if the true scripture is destroyed and Ouyang Feng is killed during the struggle, can he still obtain the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader?"

Upon hearing this, the so-called martial arts heroes were once again in an uproar.

Guo Jing did not think much and said, "As long as it can be ensured that the martial arts world will not fall into catastrophe, I, Guo Jing, am willing to give up the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader!"

"This is going to be interesting,"

Yang Zhuihui said calmly.

"Brother Yang?"

Gongsun Lü'e had been watching Yang Zhuihui's facial expression, and the longer she watched, the more uneasy she felt.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui smiled with narrowed eyes, taking advantage of his height, and peered between Gongsun Lü'e's breasts, but unfortunately, he could only see a little bit of tender white flesh, not the lovely cherries.

"It's nothing."

When Gongsun Lü'e met Yang Zhuihui's seemingly burning gaze, her heart warmed, and she quickly lowered her head, unconsciously grabbing the hem of Yang Zhuihui's clothes, feeling a sweet sensation in her heart.

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