[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Phoenix (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 67, Fetching Water.

Yang Zhuihui was speechless. This way of making money was incredibly lucrative, and required almost no capital!

After a long while, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Then why don't you organize people to fetch water from farther places? It's better than throwing money at him."

"It's no use. The water turns black as soon as it reaches Xiyu Village,"

the old woman sighed.

"Then find a way to drive that man away!"

Shi Le shouted.

"It's no use. We've tried everything over the years. At first, we organized a dozen strong men to reason with him, but not a single one came out. Some people even said they saw his ghosts. Later, we even invited a Taoist priest, but before he even went in, he said there was evil energy inside and ran away."

Looking at the old woman's sallow face, Yang Zhuihui couldn't imagine what would happen to people without water. The inhumane tragedy made him lose his appetite.

“Over the years, most able-bodied people have left Xiyu Village, leaving only the old, weak, and disabled. Some people, desperately thirsty, drink the black water, which is tantamount to suicide! Their bodies float in the river, pecked at by those black fish—it's disgusting! Ah, I'm almost in my coffin myself, and I only hope to drink one last sip of sweet water before I die.”

Yang Zhuihui held the old woman's hand firmly, saying, “Grandma, not just one sip, I'll bring you a whole bucket of water!”

“That's such a waste, don't bother buying it.”

The old woman shook her head.

“Leave all this to me, Grandma, don't worry too much. Hehe, I'm hungry, so I won't be polite!”

With that, Yang Zhuihui grabbed a fried dough stick and ate it with relish. Knowing how hard it was to obtain this food, Yang Zhuihui found it even more delicious.

“Grandma, without water, how do you make these steamed buns and fried dough sticks?”

the observant Xia Yao asked.

“Every day, the village chief delivers a little water to each household. I heard that the money used to buy that water comes from the village chief’s daughter, who sells herself in a brothel. It’s so pitiful.”

“I understand.”

Xia Yao chewed her steamed bun and swallowed slowly. Her stomach was a little full, but she felt very angry and had an urge to punch someone.

After finishing their meal, Yang Zhuihui and the old woman made the beds. Although the house was small, it had three rooms, which was enough to sleep comfortably. After finishing, Yang Zhuihui told the women to rest well and went out alone.

As soon as he stepped out the door, Xia Yao called out to Yang Zhuihui, “You can’t go alone. I’ll go with you.”

“I need to pee. I have hands; I can grab it out.”

“Go to hell!”

Xia Yao cursed and turned to slam the door shut.

Looking at the old and dilapidated wooden door, Yang Zhuihui muttered, “Knowing there’s danger, how could I let you take the risk? A man can hold up the world. Just wait for me to thrust into your body!”

With a lewd laugh, Yang Zhuihui walked forward.

As soon as Yang Zhuihui left, Bu Yuanhe (Tianjizi), who had been lurking in the shadows, seized his opportunity. His eyes practically popped out of their sockets as he stared at the constantly spinning golden egg; it seemed he wouldn't give up until he got it!

Following the old woman's instructions, Yang Zhuihui quickly found the large mansion. It was even larger than he had imagined, the same size as a general's mansion, only lacking the adjacent civilian houses. The mansion contrasted sharply with the houses, like a palace versus a thatched hut, making Yang Zhuihui feel sullen.

Reaching the mansion, a golden plaque read "Martial Mansion."

"Martial Mansion?"

Yang Zhuihui frowned, seemingly disliking the surname. He raised his hand to knock, but the door opened by itself, making a long, drawn-out sound before fully opening. The courtyard was gloomy, and gusts of cold wind swept in. Yang Zhuihui shivered several times, more than when he ejaculated.

As he entered, a man's hoarse voice came from the tightly closed room: "What do you want to buy?"

"Water,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

"You don't have a bucket, what will you use to carry the water?"

"Hehe, could you give me an extra bucket? The bigger the better!"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"Sure, but it will cost an extra tael of silver, making it four taels."

"No problem, but...where do I get a bucket to fetch water?"

Yang Zhuihui had already entered the courtyard and was looking at the row of tightly closed vermilion paper windows.

"Put the silver by the well, I'll get it myself. There are buckets there, you can choose whichever you like, but if you don't put the silver away properly, your body and soul will be left here forever."

Hearing the mysterious man's threat, Yang Zhuihui's smile faded. The Taoist priest said there was evil energy here, and Yang Zhuihui felt even more that there was malevolent energy. The man's voice was very deep, and every tone even seemed to contain internal energy; he was definitely a reclusive master! A reclusive master, bullying fishermen like this? Yang Zhuihui felt he was utterly unworthy of being a man!

"Excuse me, where's the well?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

The other man remained silent for a while before speaking, "Everyone in Xiyu Village knows it, but you don't. Besides, you know martial arts, making you completely out of place in this small fishing village. If you want to live, get out now! If not, prepare to die!"

"Heh, the one who's out of place is you, not me. Every day you're here, someone will die because of your greed. So the one who should leave is you, not me, oh no…"

Yang Zhuihui revealed a slightly wicked smile, emphasizing each word, "should…be…death!"

Yang Zhuihui was bluffing, absolutely! He clearly only had internal energy, no external skills whatsoever. What could he do in a fight besides become a meat shield? He had only mastered the first and second forms of the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon.

"I don't care who you are, get out while I'm in a good mood, or else…"

*Clang!*

The paper window was slammed open by an invisible force, colliding and bouncing back repeatedly, making a jarring sound.

Looking into the dark hall, Yang Zhuihui couldn't see the mysterious figure, but he realized the opponent's internal strength was extraordinary. It seemed he had no chance of winning. Yet, retreating felt incredibly frustrating, much like his own weakness when his lingerie shop was robbed.

Yang Zhuihui chuckled dryly, saying, "I don't know why you're doing this. I only know the principle of not preying on the people, and your behavior is utterly despicable. If you're a man, you shouldn't take pleasure in oppressing innocent people; that's the most basic thing. They're almost drained dry by you now, what more do you want? Do you want to turn the entire Xiyu Village into a ghost town before you're satisfied?"

"Don't try to reason with me!"

The paper window pounded even harder, the roar kicking up a cloud of dust that made it difficult for Yang Zhuihui to open his eyes.

At that moment, a dark figure flew out of the hall, attacking Yang Zhuihui with incredible speed.

Knowing he couldn't dodge, Yang Zhuihui quickly channeled his inner strength and struck the dark figure with a palm.

*Crack!*

The two hands collided, and Yang Zhuihui felt a sharp pain in his chest. He was thrown back several steps before stopping, leaving a half-finger-deep mark on the ground.

Only then did Yang Zhuihui get a clear look at the man's face, which could only be described as incredibly ugly. His face was covered in pustules; his mouth, nose, and eyes seemed to be completely covered in them, making him look like he had been brutally beaten. His hair was disheveled, making him look like a madman. Looking at his golden robe and the gauntlets in his hands, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but shake his head and say, "I seem to see your past. You should have been a member of the martial arts world, right? How did you end up like this? It's truly baffling."

The pustules man trembled all over, each pustule on his face squeezing together with his angry expression. He didn't say much, and once again transformed into a black shadow, attacking Yang Zhuihui. Because of the close distance and the strange lightness skill of the opponent, Yang Zhuihui, the unlucky guy who had provoked the other's anger, could only take a heavy punch.

With a muffled groan, Yang Zhuihui was sent flying, crashing into the earthen wall like a pancake, and then sliding to the ground. But he didn't feel much pain; his profound internal energy provided a good foundation for him to become a human shield. Once he reaches Ruoxian Island and masters the superior martial arts of the Lingxiao Sect, who will dare to fight him?

With this thought in mind, Yang Zhuihui stood up, coughed a few times, and wiped his mouth, expecting to bleed, but it was just some saliva.

"Leave all your silver, and I'll let you go,"

the man with the pustules said, extending his hand.

"How can I pick up girls without silver?"

Yang Zhuihui patted his chest, saying, "I'm counting on someone to give me some silver so I can get to Chaozhou smoothly!"

"Then I'll have to come and get it myself!"

The man with the pustules used his lightness skill again, attacking Yang Zhuihui once more.

The man with the pustules tilted his head slightly, his hands digging into the earthen wall, and then reached for Yang Zhuihui's neck. Yang Zhuihui quickly grabbed his hands, smiled coldly, and delivered a precise groin kick to the man with the pustules' vital point.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the man with the pustules squatted on the ground.

Clapping his hands, Yang Zhuihui looked at the trembling, pus-covered man squatting on the ground and laughed, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. As a man, of course, that's the most vulnerable spot. Feeling good, right? Isn't it tens of thousands of times better than ejaculation?"

"Ah!"

the pus-covered man roared, his attack speed increasing. Yang Zhuihui felt a tightness in his throat, almost suffocating.

Grabbing Yang Zhuihui's neck, the pus-covered man's extremely ugly face was almost pressed against Yang Zhuihui's.

"You've given me a reason to kill you!"

The pus-covered man was about to strangle Yang Zhuihui when he suddenly froze. He sniffed Yang Zhuihui, let out a strange cry, and retreated, making hysterical noises. Like a madman, he scratched at the pus-covered sores on his face, his entire face instantly stained with silvery blood, looking extremely disgusting.

Yang Zhuihui had no idea what was happening. The pus-covered man became like this just from a sniff. Did he have body odor? Regardless of body odor, at least his life was saved. It seemed Yang Zhuihui should kick his little pecker a few more times.

"No, no, no, ah!"

The man with pustules roared to the sky, his true energy leaking out, his shirt ripped open, revealing a body of black skin, not bronze, but as black as ink. He stared straight at Yang Zhuihui, his face filled with nothing but fear, his skinny body trembling violently as he walked step by step toward Yang Zhuihui.

The man with pustules' chest heaved as he shouted, "What exactly is your relationship with Third Sister?"

"Third Sister?"

Yang Zhuihui couldn't react for a moment. Thinking of the graceful and dignified Wu Third Sister, Yang Zhuihui seemed to be rekindled with lust, but it was extinguished by the ugly and furious face of the man with pustules.

"Tell me!"

The man with pustules grabbed Yang Zhuihui's collar, extremely angry, but without any intention to kill.

Remembering the words "Wu Mansion" outside the door, Yang Zhuihui exclaimed, "Could you be Wu Santong?"

Seeing that there was still no movement around, Shao Yuanhe planned to use a talisman to steal the golden egg. Just as he silently approached the golden egg, the spot where he landed was struck by a snake whip, leaving a dent half a finger deep. At that moment, the blue-clad girl Yue Chan, her face covered, slowly landed, her phoenix eyes fixed on Shao Yuanhe.

Chapter 68, Is Master a Devil?

Shao Yuanhe didn't know her background, so he didn't act rashly, his hand gripping the white banner slightly sweaty.

"Who dares to ruin my plans?"

Shao Yuanhe shouted.

"Hmph, I won't let you get that egg. Your Shangqing Palace has committed countless evils. If it weren't for that sickly Emperor Yanyan protecting you, you would have been killed long ago!"

Since the other party knew his background and was definitely not someone to be bullied, seeing the snake whip in her hand, Shao Yuanhe vaguely guessed her identity. He smiled and said, "If you won't let our Shangqing Palace get it, do you think your Divine Python Sect can get it?"

"Everything is decided by force. If you want it, you have to ask me first!"

"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Today I will show you the wonders of Taoist magic!"

Shao Yuanhe quickly pulled out a Taoist talisman, drew a few strokes on it with one finger, and then tossed it high into the air, chanting: "Tianpeng, Tianpeng, the ancestor of all gods. Majestic Great Dao, roaming the cosmos. Sitting in the Southern Dipper, standing in the Northern Dipper. Ziwei Grand Marshal, bestowed merit by the Heavenly Emperor! Rise!"

As soon as the sound ended, the Taoist talisman landed, and a faint commotion came from the ground.

Knowing that Shao Yuanhe had used earth-based magic, Yuechan quickly retreated. Suddenly, she sensed something chasing her from the ground and leaped lightly into the air. At the same time, the ground exploded silently, mud flying everywhere, and a pair of muddy hands shot out from the earth like the wind, grabbing at Yuechan!

Yuechan froze in mid-air, forcefully whipping her snake whip to ensnare the muddy hands. Just as she was about to exert force, the muddy hands melted away, turning into mushy mud and falling to the ground.

"You're not a bird, can you stay in the air forever?"

Shao Yuanhe said smugly.

"I think the person you should be worried about isn't her, but me."

The ghostly black-clad beauty appeared behind Shao Yuanhe at some point, striking him in the back with a palm strike.

"Ouch!"

With a cry of pain, Shao Yuanhe fell to the ground.

The black-clad beauty jumped up quickly; the muddy hands had broken through the earth right where she had stood. If she had been any later, she might have been in trouble.

Shao Yuanhe, protected by his magic, wasn't afraid; it was just a moment of carelessness that allowed the black-clad beauty to succeed. Standing up, his inner energy in disarray, he knew this was no place to linger. Continuing the fight would only bring him more trouble; he needed to find a place to recuperate. Seeing that the newcomer was the Black Widow of the Divine Python Sect, Shao Yuanhe didn't say much, grabbed the white banner, and quickly retreated towards the village entrance.

"Aren't you going to chase him?"

Yue Chan asked.

"His Taoist skills aren't far off either. If he has the help of a lustful beast, he'll be even harder to deal with. We're not chasing him anymore. You should go inside; your aunt is leaving."

With that, the beautiful woman in black rose into the air and disappeared into the night.

Xia Yao, who had been observing the battle through the crack in the door, finally understood why the witch had been feigning pitifulness—she was after that egg. For both the Shangqing Palace and the Divine Python Sect to intervene, it must indeed be the Divine Eagle's egg!

Knowing the reason, Xia Yao quickly and quietly went back into the house.

"What exactly is your relationship with Third Sister!"

the man with the pustules roared, like a wild beast from the deep mountains.

If he said he was Wu Sanniang's current man, Wu Santong would definitely kill him without mercy, and might even cut off his penis. So Yang Zhuihui could only feign remorse and say, "Back then, you buried Wu Sanniang, and I accidentally dug her up. I didn't expect her to still be alive. To repay my kindness, she has been taking care of me ever since."

"Still alive?"

Wu Santong released his grip and jumped around like a madman, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, even more so than the deranged Ouyang Feng. After a long while, he finally spoke, "Where is she now?"

"A place you can never set foot in,"

Yang Zhuihui said coldly.

"I...I want to see her!"

Wu Santong cried hysterically.

"You hurt her, buried her alive, and then abandoned your two sons, turning them into even worse bastards. How can you face her now? Look at your current state, you'd scare a lot of kids to death if you went out."

"I... what happened to me?"

Wu Santong grabbed his face, shaking more violently than when he was drunk. He let out a strange cry, knelt down, and buried his face in his hands, sobbing. Suddenly, he raised his head, stared at Yang Zhuihui, and said, "I'm not a good man, I'm a bastard! Ah! I am a bastard! Why did I leave San Niang to cultivate martial arts? Why, why, why did all this happen? No, it's not my fault. It's all that damned South Sea Nun's fault!"

Yang Zhuihui was shocked and asked, "Why blame my master?"

"She... she's a devil!"

Wu Santong screamed, his eyes becoming cloudy. The true energy that had been accumulating in his body suddenly burst through his meridians and surged out of his body.

With a series of crackling sounds, all the pustules on Wu Santong's body burst open, and silver blood gushed out like a fountain, almost hitting Yang Zhuihui. Seeing Wu Santong's body rapidly wither, Yang Zhuihui rushed over and cried out, "What does this have to do with the South Sea Goddess?"

Wu Santong, his face sunken and pupils unfocused, looked at Yang Zhuihui and whispered, "She, she was actually… um…"

His body trembled violently a few times, his head lolled to the side, and he died.

"What is it?"

Yang Zhuihui cried out, but only the howling wind answered him.

"What does this have to do with my master?"

Yang Zhuihui asked himself.

Wu Santong, once a great hero, had met such a tragic end. Yang Zhuihui still had many questions he needed answered, but it was too late to verify them. Watching the silver blood slowly congeal, Yang Zhuihui finally understood why he wanted the silver—he had eaten it all! Turning around, he went into the hall. By the moonlight, Yang Zhuihui saw piles of gold and silver jewels scattered on the floor.

Not wanting to stay any longer, Yang Zhuihui left. By this time, Wu Santong's body had turned silvery-white.

"Be a good person this once!"

With that, Yang Zhuihui took off his robe and covered Wu Santong's body. A life had vanished inexplicably. Yang Zhuihui was in a bad mood, sighed twice, and went outside.

Returning to the old woman's house, Yang Zhuihui found the women already asleep, so he found a clean corner and slept fully clothed.

Before dawn, Yang Zhuihui was awakened by a commotion outside. Opening his eyes, he saw the old woman carrying a full bowl of water. Overwhelmed with emotion, she saw Yang Zhuihui lying on the ground and quickly placed the bowl on the wooden table. Trembling, she approached Yang Zhuihui, grasped his hand, and almost cried with gratitude, saying, "You are our village's great benefactor! Truly a great benefactor! The village chief says he wants to see you!"

"What is it?"

Yang Zhuihui was still a little groggy. He stood up, and the old woman gently brushed the dust off his clothes.

The old woman smiled more brightly than ever before, her face seeming to have become younger. She chuckled, "This morning someone said that bad guy was killed, and the water has become clean again! I thought I was dreaming! Everyone, go and see him covered with your clothes. I knew you killed him! You're truly our village's savior! Come with me to see the village chief!"

Yang Zhuihui suddenly realized, "No need to be polite, it was just a small favor, haha."

"You've done a good deed, haven't you?"

Guo Fu walked in from outside.

"It's commendable!"

Xia Yao, following behind Guo Fu, smiled faintly.

"Young Master Yang has always been kind-hearted!"

Xiao Yue immediately defended Yang Zhuihui.

"I heard we can eat delicious fish later, it's a miracle. Just for that, husband, you've truly done a good deed."

Shi Le smiled charmingly, her shallow dimples particularly adorable.

"Where are San Niang and Han Chan?"

Seeing no one behind him, Yang Zhuihui asked. Knowing that Wu Santong had died last night, Yang Zhuihui was a little worried that Wu San Niang would see his body.

"Young Master Yang, I'm here!"

Wu Sanniang, still veiled in white gauze, emerged from the house. "I'm taking care of Hanchan; her leg injury hasn't healed yet and she needs more rest."

"Hmm, very good."

Yang Zhuihui wiped his face with water from the old woman's bowl, and then, guided by the old woman, he and his group headed towards the village chief's house. Compared to yesterday's deathly atmosphere, the atmosphere in Xiyu Village was much better today. What saddened Yang Zhuihui was that he could only see elderly people, all of them old; not a single young person was to be seen. It seemed that, as the old woman had said, all the capable people had left.

Entering the village chief's house, Yang Zhuihui saw three women busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for these heroes. It looked like it would be a very sumptuous breakfast.

"Hero!"

Wearing a leather hat, the nearly seventy-year-old village chief approached Yang Zhuihui, revealing a mouthful of blackened teeth. Grabbing Yang Zhuihui's hand, he wept bitterly, saying, "Our Xiyu Village can regain its former glory! You are truly the reincarnation of Buddha! I will have a monument erected in your honor, and from now on, our Xiyu Village will burn incense and offer sacrifices to you during festivals."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled dryly, unsure whether the village chief was praising him or cursing him to die soon. He didn't know what to say.

Next, the village chief recounted the village's glorious history to Yang Zhuihui, even involving the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Yang Zhuihui was practically dozing off. Fortunately, the dishes arrived one after another: braised carp, stir-fried snails, steamed squid, steamed lobster, oyster soup…

Looking at the table full of food, the mermaid sisters were the ones drooling the most—after all, they loved fish the most!

Yang Zhuihui picked up a piece of tender white fish and put it in his mouth, slowly swallowing it. The smooth texture was something he had never experienced before. "Truly chef-level!"

Yang Zhuihui praised.

"Hehe, then eat more,"

the village chief laughed.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui saw a dark mass outside the door. Everyone was staring at the food on the table like refugees. Yang Zhuihui asked, "What are they doing there?"

"Nothing, don't mind them. They're just attracted by the aroma. It's been too long since they've had this."

"No way, I can't eat like this."

Yang Zhuihui took it upon himself to turn around and call out, "Who's hungry? Come in and have some!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people rushed in. Before Yang Zhuihui could react, only a few spinning dumplings remained on the table. All the food had been grabbed and eaten.

Yang Zhuihui, his chopsticks hanging in mid-air, tilted his mouth to one side and muttered, "That's incredibly fast. It seems hunger can bring out a person's potential."

"Luckily, I'm full!"

Shi Le spat out two fish bones and said with great satisfaction.

Seeing this, the village chief had no choice but to send someone to prepare some more side dishes so that Yang Zhuihui and the others could eat their fill. Knowing they were going to cross the river, the village chief had the best swimmer among the fishermen steer for them. Several villagers carried their luggage from the cart to the largest fishing boat. With over thirty villagers watching them go, they finally embarked on their journey across the river, the rather human-like golden egg spinning above the boat.

"How long will it take to get to the other side?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

The old man at the helm took off his straw hat, gazed at the opposite bank, and said, "It takes at least half an hour. It's a little easier in the morning when the wind is calm, but if we're crossing at sunset, it'll take a whole hour. And these waters are unpredictable; countless people have capsized and become fish food over the years. For the past three years, the water has been black, but now it's so clean! You're our village's savior!"

Chapter 69, Joy at the Bow

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment."

Sitting on the deck, Yang Zhuihui looked up at the golden egg, still puzzled by its strange behavior.

"Are you not used to being a good person?"

Guo Fu teased.

Yang Zhuihui held up one finger and said, "Fu'er, do you believe I can get you down to find the tadpole mother with just one finger?"

"No!"

Guo Fu stubbornly replied.

Hearing their conversation, Wu Sanniang, sitting at the stern, quickly turned around and raised her voice, "Stop fooling around! If you want to make trouble, wait until we're ashore. If you fall in, you're doomed!"

"Sanniang will plead for you, so I won't poke you!"

Yang Zhuihui smiled and walked to the stern, sitting very close to Wu Sanniang. His gaze pierced through the slightly open collar of Wu Sanniang's dress, which seemed to await his exploration of her full breasts.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Wu Sanniang asked softly. The wind howled, but she wasn't worried about being heard by the men at the bow. It had been so long since she had called Yang Zhuihui "husband," and this single word seemed to intoxicate them both.

Moving closer to Wu Sanniang, Yang Zhuihui's lustful hand was already gently caressing her thigh. Even through the thin skirt, her skin was exceptionally smooth and tender. With a slight pressure, the flesh dented, yet a springy quality prevented further intrusion. Wu Sanniang was clearly a delicate and beautiful woman!

"Don't do this, they'll see,"

Wu Sanniang complained, but didn't actually resist Yang Zhuihui's advances.

"They won't see,"

Yang Zhuihui was right. He and Wu Sanniang were shoulder to shoulder, leaving almost no gap. From behind, they couldn't see him touching her.

"This isn't good," Wu Sanniang

murmured.

"Then shouldn't we let them see?" Yang

Zhuihui teased.

"It's best if they don't touch me,"

Wu Sanniang said, her head lowered, her cheeks flushed, looking incredibly cute. Despite having made love with Yang Zhuihui so many times, she still acted so shy, like a strawberry, making Yang Zhuihui love her dearly.

Yang Zhuihui's hand was already caressing Wu Sanniang's inner thigh, slowly creeping towards her forbidden area.

"No, husband. It really won't do, I'll cry out."

Wu Sanniang pressed her thighs together, trapping Yang Zhuihui's entire hand.

A flick of his fingers against Wu Sanniang's thigh caused a tingling sensation that made her quickly release her grip. Yang Zhuihui swiftly placed his hand on Wu Sanniang's plump vulva, easily pressing it inside her labia and slowly sliding it.

"No... um... husband... don't do this... I'll cry out... um..."

Hearing Wu Sanniang's soft moans, Yang Zhuihui's erection was already aroused, throbbing high. Yang Zhuihui grabbed Wu Sanniang's hand and pressed it onto his erection. Wu Sanniang trembled slightly, glancing back fearfully. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she relaxed a little. Knowing Yang Zhuihui's intentions, she slowly stroked his genitals, feeling the heat penetrating her robes and entering her body. Wu Sanniang became even more shy, her face almost red to her neck. As

they stroked each other's genitals, Yang Zhuihui said, "Sanniang, I want to talk to you about the past. Don't be angry, okay?"

"Ugh...no..."

Wu Sanniang gasped. Whenever Yang Zhuihui's fingers pressed against her already swollen clitoris, Wu Sanniang couldn't help but tighten her thighs, her entire body tense, and she would occasionally look back, afraid of being seen.

"Can you tell me, what martial arts did Wu Santong practice that led him to live in seclusion in the mountains?"

Wu Sanniang's eyes widened slightly, seemingly surprised that Yang Zhuihui would mention her former husband. Actually, she longed to give her virginity to Yang Zhuihui, but they met too late, so the name "Wu Santong" had become a taboo. Seeing Yang Zhuihui's serious expression, Wu Sanniang was a little worried that he might dislike her. She lowered her head and whispered, "Although we are both martial artists, we cultivate separately and have never interacted. As for why he hid in the deep mountains to cultivate, I really don't know. Perhaps I'll have to wait until we return to Dushi City and ask Huang Rong. After all, she adopted the two sons of the Wu family."

"That's true, hehe."

Yang Zhuihui really wanted to know the relationship between Wu Santong and the South Sea Divine Nun, but it seemed he wouldn't be able to find out from Wu Sanniang. Remembering Wu Santong's words last night, Yang Zhuihui felt he didn't fully understand the South Sea Divine Nun. He withdrew his lecherous hand and took out the dual cultivation manual from his pocket.

"Don't let anyone see this,"

Wu Sanniang instructed.

"I know,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled.

"Husband, which form have you studied so far?"

Wu Sanniang asked curiously, her hand continuing to stroke Yang Zhuihui's penis.

Actually, Yang Zhuihui had been studying the "Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon" recently, but he had been troubled by the third form.

"The third move, 'Lustful Dragon's Tyranny,' requires inflicting physical and psychological humiliation on the woman, ideally through binding, bringing her to the brink of collapse before engaging in intercourse. Simultaneously, continue humiliating her, guiding her to orgasm during this process, and then feed her your semen. Continue intercourse, repeating this cycle three times to complete 'Lustful Dragon's Tyranny.' Remember, this is an auxiliary move that can multiply a man's internal energy, but each woman can only practice it once; otherwise, her life will be in danger!" Looking at each word, the meaning was very clear: Yang Zhuihui was to torment the woman he had intercourse with, such as Wu Sanniang beside him. It was similar to the SM scenes in adult films he'd seen before, but how could Yang Zhuihui bear to subject the gentle and virtuous Wu Sanniang to SM suffering? Moreover, it was obvious that he would torment her without her knowledge before having intercourse with her; revealing the details of the third move would likely undermine the purpose of tormenting her both physically and mentally.

"What's wrong?"

Wu Sanniang asked, seeing that Yang Zhuihui remained silent.

"It's alright!"

Yang Zhuihui quickly put away the "Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon," afraid that Wu Sanniang would see it.

"Really?"

Wu Sanniang's eyes widened, and she asked softly, "Husband, are you very concerned about my past?"

"Of course not! It's enough that you don't mind me. I've exhausted you all day long. Haha!"

Hearing this, Wu Sanniang's cheeks flushed, as if she was recalling the scene of Yang Zhuihui's frenzy on her. She quickly withdrew her hand, not daring to look at Yang Zhuihui.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui really wanted to do something erotic with Wu Sanniang, but on the boat, there was nowhere to do it, even though there was plenty of time.

Sitting beside Yuechan, Xia Yao noticed her staring intently at the golden egg and asked, "Yuechan, why are you so focused on it?"

"It's so cute!"

Yuechan smiled, her eyes narrowing.

"You're cute too!"

Xia Yao sneered. Normally, she would have already seen through Yuechan's disguise. Recalling her fierce battle with the Shangqing Palace Taoist last night, Xia Yao knew perfectly well that with her current martial arts skills, she absolutely couldn't defeat this seemingly weak but incredibly powerful witch!

Receiving Xia Yao's praise, Yuechan glanced at Xia Yao, who was still dressed as a woman, and asked, "Young Master Xia, why did you go to Chaozhou with Young Master Yang?"

"Oh, I'm going to see Lord Hai Rui; it's some personal business!"

Xia Yao replied.

"Personal business? Traveling from the capital to Chaozhou? It can't be personal business, can it? Young Master Xia's martial arts are excellent; you must be going there to resist the Japanese pirates, right?"

Yuechan's highly perceptive eyes were scrutinizing Xia Yao.

"Hehe, that's right. As a man, it's only right to shed blood and sacrifice for the people!"

Xia Yao said, cupping her hands in greeting.

Guo Fu couldn't help but chuckle, quickly covering her mouth and turning her head to the side, afraid she might expose Xia Yao's secret that she wasn't actually a man. Of the seven people in the group, only Yue Chan was still unaware; the others all knew Xia Yao was a woman. However, Yue Chan, who had grown up in the Divine Python Sect, had no doubt about Xia Yao's excellent care over the past two days. If Xia Yao were truly a man, she wouldn't have dared to carry Yue Chan on her back or help her up; the lecherous Yang Zhuihui would have kicked her away long ago.

"Miss Han Chan, what are your thoughts on the Ming Dynasty?"

Xia Yao asked. The Divine Python Sect was both righteous and evil, and Yue Chan was the daughter of its leader. The sect would be under her control in the future, so it was necessary to investigate her background now.

"I'm just a commoner, how dare I comment on the Ming Dynasty? If I say the wrong thing, I'll be arrested by the government!"

Yue Chan stuck out her tongue, looking quite adorable, which even made Xia Yao a little tempted. It seemed this witch really knew how to hide her true feelings!

Knowing she couldn't get anything out of Yue Chan, Xia Yao also imitated her and stared blankly at the golden egg.

"Everyone, we're almost ashore, please don't stand on the side, the boat is unstable!"

the fisherman hurriedly said.

Helping up Wu San Niang, whose lower body was soaking wet, the seven of them were already standing in the middle of the boat, excitedly looking at the opposite bank.

"Your foot is healed?"

Xia Yao asked.

Yue Chan was originally going to pretend to be lame, but as soon as she heard that they were going ashore, she jumped up and hurriedly explained, "It's just healed!"

"Congratulations!"

Xia Yao said with a mocking tone.

After anchoring, watching the seven of them go ashore, the fisherman said goodbye to them and then used the pole to laboriously drive the fishing boat back.

"Where are we now?"

Guo Fu asked.

"We've arrived at Jiujiang Prefecture,"

Xia Yao replied, looking at the stone tablet.

Guo Fu covered her forehead and muttered, "My goodness, Chaozhou is really too far away. The land of China is truly vast! I wish I hadn't come."

Looking at Yang Zhuihui, Guo Fu complained, "If you hadn't drugged me, I'd still be enjoying myself in Dushi City, instead of coming to these godforsaken places!"

"Less talk, more action. That's a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, you know?"

After securing their luggage, Yang Zhuihui walked up the slope, with Jin Dan following him, of course!

After walking for a quarter of an hour, they finally saw signs of habitation. They spent ten taels of silver on horses, dry rations, and some daily necessities, and continued their journey, with Yang Zhuihui continuing as the coachman.

For the next two days, they passed through Linjiang Prefecture and arrived at Yanxia Town in Ji'an Prefecture before nightfall. They changed horses and found a mid-range inn; by then, their silver was almost gone.

"Before setting off, I forgot to calculate the cost of changing horses,"

Yang Zhuihui said, a little annoyed by his empty purse. After dinner and assigning rooms, he and Xia Yao went back to their room to rest. Strangely enough, in such a large inn, there were only a few guests. But the price was cheap, and Yang Zhuihui didn't bother to think about it further; it was only for one night anyway.

"Don't do anything reckless!"

Guo Fu glared at Yang Zhuihui before going into the room with Wu Sanniang and Yuechan. The three of them would squeeze in together tonight.

"What can two grown men possibly do?"

Yang Zhuihui retorted.

"Who says they can't!"

Unable to expose Xia Yao's identity, Guo Fu angrily slammed the door shut.

Once inside the room, Xia Yao said, "Don't do anything reckless."

"I know, haven't I been very well-behaved these past two days?"

Yang Zhuihui said with a wry smile.

"What? The night before last, you slept outdoors; you couldn't be unruly even if you wanted to. Last night, you were watching your golden egg; how could you have had a chance to be unruly?"

Xia Yao shrugged, sat wearily on the edge of the bed, took off her boots, and wiggled her toes.

Chapter 70, Flirting

Yang Zhuihui looked at the golden egg through the window, then turned around and said, "You said the people from the Divine Python Sect and the Shangqing Palace came for the Divine Eagle's egg, how could I be in the mood to be unruly with you?"

"You mean I'm not even as good as an egg?"

Xia Yao was a little angry. Having spent so much time with Yang Zhuihui, she still couldn't get used to his casual remarks.

"I think you've become more womanly now,"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"No way!"

"Yes! When will you get Third Sister to dress you up in some bright purple and red clothes? You'll definitely stand out, just like Third Sister, a beauty that could topple kingdoms."

Yang Zhuihui said sincerely.

Xia Yao became a little shy when this topic came up. Knowing she couldn't argue with Yang Zhuihui, she lay down on the bed, covered herself with the blanket, and said, "You're forbidden from sleeping in bed!"

"Hehe, even more womanly now."

Through the bed curtains, Yang Zhuihui could see Xia Yao's firm, jade-like breasts, seemingly beckoning him to touch, kiss, and suckle.

These past two days, the evil Taoist hadn't appeared, and this tranquility made Yang Zhuihui uneasy. If a large-scale conflict broke out between the Shangqing Palace and the Divine Python Sect, he'd probably end up like the beef in a hamburger, flattened between the pieces. Yang Zhuihui, unsure when the Divine Eagle would hatch, was constantly on edge.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Xia Yao asked with concern.

"It's too early, I can't sleep,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

"I can't sleep either, my back aches. I just want to lie down."

"That's good. We men are always sitting, you can just lie down, no effort required."

Knowing Yang Zhuihui was talking about lewd things again, Xia Yao snorted and turned away. She always felt she couldn't see through Yang Zhuihui; aside from being a bit lewd, was his character alright? But Xia Yao just couldn't get used to Yang Zhuihui's lecherous nature. Thinking of how he had once touched her private parts, Xia Yao felt uneasy, wondering what would happen tonight.

Was she expecting something? Xia Yao's body felt hot.

Leaning against the window, Yang Zhuihui stared at the golden egg with eyes that seemed to be on fire. At this moment, he wasn't the only one eyeing the golden egg; Yue Chan, as well as Shao Yuanhe and the beautiful woman in black hiding in the shadows, were also there.

Yuechan's starry eyes reflected the blazing golden egg as she muttered, "If Aunt's calculations are correct, tonight is the day the Divine Condor hatches. Even if I have to kill Yang Zhuihui and the others, I will become the master of the Divine Condor!"

"Hanchan, come and rest,"

Wu Sanniang called out. "You sleep on the innermost side, I'll sleep on the outer side, and Fu'er will sleep in the middle."

"I'm not sleepy yet, I'm full of energy. You guys go to sleep first!"

Yuechan said without turning her head.

"Okay, remember to go to sleep early, we still have to travel tomorrow!"

It was just past Hai Shi (9-11 PM), and there were no people on the streets. It seemed that the security in Ji'an Prefecture was not very good, and it was impossible for people to leave their doors unlocked

at night. Leaning against the window, Yang Zhuihui, whose elbows were a little sore, yawned and finally had the urge to sleep. After taking a few more glances at the golden egg, he lifted the bed curtains. Seeing that Xia Yao was breathing evenly, Yang Zhuihui, afraid of waking her, quietly took off his robe and placed it at the foot of the bed. Wearing only white undergarments, his crotch was bulging high. No wonder, facing the cold beauty Xia Yao, it would be strange if Yang Zhuihui wasn't excited! Especially since he hadn't yet won over Xia Yao, this "white tiger"!

Lifting a corner of the blanket, Yang Zhuihui slipped inside.

Xia Yao, a light sleeper, opened her eyes, turned to face the wall, and said, "Don't do anything rash, understand?"

"Of course."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Xia Yao, his penis even more erect, pressing against Xia Yao's buttocks.

"Didn't I say we shouldn't do anything rash?"

Xia Yao's body was already starting to heat up, becoming a little stiff.

"It's a man's instinct. If I can't get hard, it means you have no attraction for me at all, understand?"

Yang Zhuihui's warm breath tickled Xia Yao's ear.

"That's for the best, I don't want to attract you!"

Xia Yao seemed a little uneasy, her eyes darting around.

"Actually, you really are beautiful,"

Yang Zhuihui sighed, his hands around Xia Yao becoming a little unruly, gently stroking her lower abdomen through her clothes.

"Don't do that!"

Xia Yao quickly removed Yang Zhuihui's hand.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui asked knowingly.

"What are you doing yourself, and you're asking me?"

Xia Yao said angrily.

"What am I thinking?"

"You're still asking? Aren't you just thinking about doing that kind of thing!"

"What kind of thing?"

"It's... it's what you did to Xiaoyue and the others."

Xia Yao's voice was as soft as a falling autumn leaf.

"How do you know?"

Yang Zhuihui continued to press, thinking that Xia Yao was actually quite cute, strong yet gentle. Of course, only he, who shared a bed with Xia Yao, knew.

"Isn't that what you're really thinking?"

Xia Yao retorted.

"You can't see into someone's heart. As for how I want to treat you, you'll never know. Putting all of this together, it means you actually want me to do that kind of thing, right?"

Yang Zhuihui analyzed.

"No way!"

Xia Yao immediately swung her elbow at Yang Zhuihui's lower abdomen. Having learned his lesson, Yang Zhuihui quickly raised his hand to block, firmly grabbing her elbow, and teased, "Xiao Yao, I'm not stupid."

"How about this?"

Xia Yao took a deep breath, arching her snowy buttocks forcefully, instantly pressing against Yang Zhuihui's erect penis.

Yang Zhuihui screamed, his whole body arching, his face instantly turning red, too painful to speak. Except for his penis, the rest of his body remained pressed against Xia Yao's.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui in so much pain, Xia Yao asked worriedly, "You should... be alright, right?"

Yang Zhuihui looked miserable and stammered, "Don't you know this is a man's most vulnerable spot?"

"I'm not a man, how would I know?"

Xia Yao showed no remorse whatsoever.

“Like this.”

Yang Zhuihui suddenly revealed a lewd smile, pinching Xia Yao’s left breast with one hand and squeezing it hard. “This is one of your women’s weaknesses!”

Xia Yao’s face immediately turned red. She tried to resist, but Yang Zhuihui was already on top of her, holding her hands tightly, and said with a lewd grin, “You’ve angered my big cock, and the consequences will be severe. It wants to enter your body now.”

“Get out of the way! Otherwise, I’ll scream and ruin your reputation!”

Xia Yao threatened.

Looking at Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui’s penis was fully erect, but it still throbbed slightly. It seemed that the penis was indeed a man’s Achilles’ heel. Yang Zhuihui breathed out softly and whispered, “When they came in, I had already stripped you naked. And when we were assigning rooms, the boss knew that you and I were in the same room. If I were to say that I was taking liberties with you, what do you think the boss would think? He would call you crazy. You agreed to stay together, so how could there be any liberties?”

“You!”

Xia Yao’s face turned red to her neck, and she looked helpless. It seems that chastity was indeed what women cared about most in ancient times.

"And another thing! If a bunch of men rush in, your body will be exposed. Who will take responsibility then? If they are beasts and rush over to knock me unconscious, then you will be raped one by one. Do you think that's a good thing? You wouldn't want to be penetrated by a bunch of men, would you?"

Faced with Yang Zhuihui's lewd power, Xia Yao could only anxiously watch. Every word Yang Zhuihui said echoed in her mind, making her completely lose her way. She seemed to have become a lost lamb, looking at Yang Zhuihui with a pitiful gaze.

(If Xia Yao were transformed into the female body of the Third Form of the Lustful Dragon, perhaps the effect would be quite good!

Thinking of this, Yang Zhuihui chuckled softly. The Third Form of the Lustful Dragon requires the utter humiliation of the female body. Xia Yao is so concerned with her reputation; making her endure that humiliation, coupled with her being a virgin, the humiliation before and after losing her virginity would definitely maximize the effectiveness of the Third Form of the Lustful Dragon. However, it seems unsuitable to practice the Third Form now; a very quiet place, where no one is around, is needed.

Yang Zhuihui licked his lips, leaned down, and gently kissed Xia Yao's fragrant lower lip, whispering in her ear, "One day, you will become my woman!"

After saying that, Yang Zhuihui rolled over, unable to help but laugh out loud.

"Get off!"

Xia Yao said coldly.

"If you do that again, I'll mount you again,"

Yang Zhuihui retorted.)

"Hmph!"

Xia Yao, her heart still pounding, stood with her back to Yang Zhuihui, her hands pressed between her breasts. Still shaken, she seemed confused as to why Yang Zhuihui had let her go. Did she want him to take things further? Xia Yao couldn't believe she had such a strange thought.

Just then, Yang Zhuihui suddenly sat up.

"Don't do that!"

Xia Yao whispered.

"There seems to be noise outside, I have to go check."

Yang Zhuihui slipped off the bed and tiptoed towards the window. He poked a hole in the paper window and saw Shao Yuanhe confronting the beautiful woman in black.

"You won't be able to stop me tonight!"

Shao Yuanhe roared.

"Tonight is the day the Divine Condor hatches. Do you think I'll let you succeed?"

The beautiful woman in black placed her slender fingers on her shoulder, pulling her collar open slightly to reveal flawless skin, even whiter than moonlight. A white snake, its tongue flicking, crawled out from the opening of her bodice. The snake was five inches long, completely transparent, and its internal organs were clearly visible. The white snake stared coldly at Shao Yuanhe with its diamond-shaped, venomous eyes.

Shao Yuanhe took out three talismans and shouted, "Liuli Qiandai, don't think I'm afraid of you!"

"Hehe, few people know my real name. Those who do..."

The beautiful woman in black stretched out her arm, and the white snake crawled along her jade-like arm, resting on the back of her hand, its head held high.

At this moment, Yuechan jumped down from the second floor and whispered, "Auntie, we'll wake them up."

"Just kill them!"

Liuli Qiandai said coldly.

(Damn it! I've run into another super cold-blooded beauty! She's definitely a snake at heart.)

Yang Zhuihui, standing by the window, dared not make a sound, fearing that the strange snake would bite him.

Shao Yuanhe used the same trick again, scattering three talismans and chanting: "Tianpeng, Tianpeng, the ancestor of all gods. Majestic Great Dao, roaming the cosmos. Sitting in the Southern Dipper, standing in the Northern Dipper. Ziwei Grand Marshal, bestowed merit by the Heavenly Emperor! Rise!"

"Don't try to fool me with your little tricks. I, Liuli Qiandai, dislike people being so ostentatious."

Liuli Qiandai flew up like a black butterfly, her middle finger twitching slightly, and the white snake hissed, arching its body and rushing towards Shao Yuanhe.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Determined to obtain the Divine Condor, Shao Yuanhe had no intention of retreating. He spun around, and the white banner fluttered. The poor white snake crashed directly onto the white banner, and Shao Yuanhe vigorously waved the banner, sending the white snake flying far away.

"If you're so capable, release a few more, you wicked Japanese woman!"

Shao Yuanhe sneered.

Shao Yuanhe's words completely enraged Liuli Qiandai. One after another, white snakes crawled out of her bodice; a count revealed no fewer than twenty. Yang Zhuihui, hiding behind the window, felt a chill run down his spine. Such a beautiful woman harbored so many venomous snakes; if he harbored any ill intentions towards her, he would surely be poisoned to the point of death.

Chapter 71, The Divine Bird's First Appearance .

Shao Yuanhe clasped his hands together, and a white banner rose, rapidly swirling around him, chanting: "Heavenly Six Star Lords, grant me the power to subdue demons, Earth..." "Form is body, breath is life, water is life, rise!" As

soon as the voice fell, a mud monster ten feet tall burst from the ground, letting out a screech as it charged towards Ruri Chiyo. The mud monster lifted off the ground, swinging its fist at Ruri Chiyo.

Ruri Chiyo didn't dodge, instead picking up a white snake that transformed into a transparent whip. She infused it with internal energy to enhance its resilience, and with a powerful swing, the whip became a phantom, wrapping around the mud monster's hands. In an instant, the whip lengthened, spinning continuously around the mud monster's body, binding it tightly.

Thump!

The mud monster landed, raising clouds of dust. The earth essence attached to the mud monster instantly dissipated, and its body immediately crumbled into loose clumps of mud.

"What other skills do you have?"

Liuli Qiandai asked in a victor's tone.

Shao Yuanhe glanced at the golden egg, which already had several cracks, and shouted, "I'd rather destroy it than let your Divine Python Sect get it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shao Yuanhe pulled out more than ten talismans and hurled them at the golden egg.

"No!"

Yuechan tried to rush forward, but Liuli Qiandai grabbed her arm. "Auntie, let me take back the golden egg! It's about to hatch!"

"No, those are explosion talismans! They'll explode if you touch them!" Liuli Qiandai was also getting anxious.

More than ten explosion talismans were spinning rapidly around the golden egg, and the flames on the egg suddenly surged, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Shao Yuanhe sneered, extremely smug. "If I don't get the Divine Eagle, your Divine Python Sect won't get it either! It's about to hatch, so go and snatch it if you dare! Watch my talismans tear your flesh to shreds!"

"You're really willing to do this. Such a divine bird is a once-in-a-millennium sight, and you've ruined it like this."

A flicker of anger ignited in Liuli Qiandai's indifferent gaze. With a wave of her jade arm, a white snake flew towards Shao Yuanhe. Shao Yuanhe's mouth was wide open, and the snake swiftly entered, disappearing into his stomach in a few swift movements.

With a scream, Shao Yuanhe collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat, convulsing and vomiting profusely, bringing up pools of gastric juices.

"The Crimson Blood Jade Refining Poison is extremely potent; it can easily kill you. If you're willing to use your Explosive Body Talisman, I might spare your life!"

Liuli Qiandai shouted.

"Heh."

Shao Yuanhe clutched his stomach, sneering, "Neither of us belongs to any reputable sect. What credibility do we have? If I can't have the divine eagle, I'll destroy it! We'll all perish together!"

"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!"

Liuli Qiandai sneered, her gaze sharp. Shao Yuanhe screamed as the Crimson Blood Jade Chain pierced his stomach and slowly crawled out.

"Ugh..."

Shao Yuanhe gripped the Crimson Blood Jade Chain tightly, yanking it out with all his might. With a forceful tear, a spurt of black blood sprayed onto the ground, and the Crimson Blood Jade Chain was ripped in two. Shao Yuanhe's head lolled to the side, and he fell backward to the ground, already dead, but black blood was still gushing from his stomach.

"Auntie, it's no use. He's dead, but the Explosion Talisman is still there!"

Yuechan cried anxiously.

"Fate is cruel; the Divine Eagle is doomed. Such a beautiful creature, I fear I'll never see again in this lifetime. Yuechan, let's go! There's no need to linger for it any longer; it's pointless."

Ruri Chiyo pulled Yuechan's hand, gently lowering her to the ground, fearing Yuechan might impulsively trigger the magic talisman's explosion, resulting in the death of both human and bird.

The flames burned even more fiercely, resembling a giant fireball, while the outer ring of exploding magic talismans spun faster, awaiting the Divine Eagle's hatching.

Yang Zhuihui stood there anxiously, completely at a loss for what to do. He thought of his time with the silly bird... Remembering its past, recalling the scene of it self-immolating to save him, Yang Zhuihui truly didn't want its eggs to be destroyed. Regardless of whether it was a divine bird or not, Yang Zhuihui believed it was a reborn fool bird, and therefore absolutely didn't want it to die so soon after hatching!

Seeing a gap above the talisman, Yang Zhuihui had an idea. He turned around, picked up his clothes, and was about to look for water, but there was none in the room. He had no choice but to go to a corner, take out his large penis, and urinate.

Smelling the strange odor, Xia Yao, half-asleep, covered her nose and asked, "What are you doing in the room?"

"Pee!"

After soaking his clothes, Yang Zhuihui rushed to the window.

"Crazy!"

Xia Yao, unaware of what was happening outside, continued sleeping, clutching her blanket.

Just as Yue Chan was getting anxious, Yang Zhuihui smashed open the second-floor window. He flew out of the window, grabbing the urine-soaked clothes, and flew towards the golden egg, where a dozen or so explosive magic talismans awaited him.

"Hey! Don't do anything reckless!"

Yue Chan shouted.

"Like a moth to a flame."

Liuli Qiandai smiled faintly, pulling Yue Chan's hand back.

Yue Chan shook off Liuli Qiandai's hand, trying to stop Yang Zhuihui, but Liuli Qiandai grabbed her again, saying, "Your life is much more important than that brat's!"

"But he saved me!"

Yue Chan cried out.

"That was an act!"

"I was the one acting!"

Yuechan was almost in tears.

"You've fallen in love!"

Liuli Qiandai shook her head, looking at Yang Zhuihui who was almost at the golden egg, and said, "It's too late to change things, Yuechan. Let's go! If your mother finds out you've fallen in love, she won't forgive you!"

Seeing that Yuechan was still so stubborn, Liuli Qiandai had no choice but to knock her unconscious, and quickly disappeared around the corner with her in her arms. Since the divine eagle was going to die during the hatching stage, there was nothing to linger here.

"I won't let you die again!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted, already frozen on the golden egg. A scorching aura rose, making him sweat all over. Looking at those strange exploding magic talismans, Yang Zhuihui's hands trembled as he lowered his wet clothes, trying to take the golden egg before the divine eagle hatched.

After successfully lowering the robe, Yang Zhuihui heard a crackling sound, and the stench of urine made it hard for him to breathe.

"Ugh, it stinks!"

After the clothes completely covered the golden egg, Yang Zhuihui's body tilted and fell. The magic talisman swayed past his chest, nearly scaring him to death. If it had touched it, he'd probably be roasted pig.

Fearing the urine on his robe would evaporate, Yang Zhuihui grabbed the hanging robe and fell to the ground, trying to save the golden egg. One thing worth praising is that Yang Zhuihui's urine was quite powerful; it hadn't been completely evaporated by the merciless flames.

The golden egg was forced to fall, and the exploding magic talismans followed. Yang Zhuihui suddenly fell to the ground, clutching the clothes with a large hole burned in them. Looking at the golden egg, whose surface cracks were even more obvious, Yang Zhuihui quickly jumped up and reached out like a madman to grab the golden egg!

The golden egg completely shattered, turning into fragments of light that floated up like fireflies. A cry rang out, and a firebird engulfed in flames slowly spread its wings.

"Don't touch the magic talisman!"

Yang Zhuihui roared, but it was too late. The divine eagle, preoccupied with spreading its golden wings, touched the talisman.

Yang Zhuihui's eyes widened, and he felt a wave of dizziness. A blinding white light, accompanied by a deafening roar, caused him to lose consciousness instantly.

When he awoke, Yang Zhuihui felt countless cute little bees buzzing around his head. Opening his eyes, he found himself surrounded by a sea of fire, the boundless golden flames making even blinking difficult.

(Am I in hell? Oh my god, my dear beauties!)

Unwilling to believe it, Yang Zhuihui adjusted to the blinding light and saw three heads directly in front of him—three silly bird heads!

"Silly birds!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed involuntarily, tears welling in his eyes. Only then did he realize he was on the back of a divine eagle. Compared to before, the eagle now appeared noble and sacred. Shedding its multicolored wings, its entire body was now golden, each feather as if soaked in molten gold, smooth and shiny, seemingly priceless!

"Silly bird!"

Yang Zhuihui called out again, hugging its three necks.

The divine eagle hovering above the inn gently flapped its golden wings. In the instant of the explosion, it saw Yang Zhuihui, who once again became its master after its rebirth. The protective light emanating from it saved Yang Zhuihui's life. If it was merely an ordinary bird before, the divine eagle was now a divine bird transcending the mortal realm!

However, it still looked somewhat silly, no wonder Yang Zhuihui still called it a silly bird.

Each flap of its golden wings sent a wave of golden energy surging in all directions, making the divine eagle appear sacred and inviolable.

"I can finally rest easy."

Yang Zhuihui, embracing the eagle's neck, seemed to feel as if it were his woman too, the feeling of having regained what he had lost intoxicating him.

The eagle's six eyes were fixed on Yang Zhuihui's face, seemingly unable to understand the tears streaming down his face.

After hovering in the air for a moment, the eagle carried Yang Zhuihui to the ground, shook its golden wings, and the golden light around it vanished, leaving only a faint glow on each feather.

Touching the eagle's golden feathers, Yang Zhuihui seemed unsure how to handle this eagle, which was almost the size of a carriage. It was far too conspicuous; if it were seen by greedy people, a fight would surely break out, and someone would definitely bleed.

"What should I do?"

Yang Zhuihui stroked the eagle's wings, seemingly troubled. Before, the eagle had always stayed away from him, always at his beck and call, like a loyal servant. But now, Yang Zhuihui didn't want the eagle to leave him, afraid of losing it again.

The eagle nuzzled its three adorable heads against Yang Zhuihui's chest, seemingly understanding his concerns.

“Silly bird, why don’t you rest on the roof for now? We’ll leave early tomorrow, okay?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

The divine eagle nodded understandingly, shook its golden wings, and gracefully flew up, landing on the roof of the inn.

Yang Zhuihui breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and went into the inn. At this moment, the divine eagle on the roof let out two soft cries, and a wave of intense golden light surged in all directions. Its body gradually shrank, transforming into a blonde girl who looked to be about ten years old, lying on the roof, her head resting on the black tiles, fast asleep.

Entering the first floor of the inn, the innkeeper was still calculating accounts.

“Aren’t you going to rest?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

The innkeeper put down his abacus, looked at Yang Zhuihui with deep eyes, and said, “Preparing to make steamed buns, sir, you should rest early.”

“Making steamed buns? If you make them now, they won’t be fresh tomorrow.”

“Yes, if we don’t bring in the meat from outside, it won’t be fresh.”

“Outside? That Taoist priest?”

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

“Well, to be honest, sir, we specialize in human flesh steamed buns here; accommodation is secondary.”

(Human flesh buns?

Looking at the innkeeper's completely unperturbed face, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Hehe, the people here have a very good habit. Every time night falls, no matter what happens outside, they won't come out to see. I don't have that good habit. I just saw your heroic act, and I guessed you're not a villain. I'm not a good person, but I'm not a bad person either. My bun filling must be evil people, and you don't meet that standard, so I told you. If I hadn't seen your heroic act, you might already be the bun filling."

Chapter 72, The Sleeping Potion in the Apple

Yang Zhuihui broke out in a cold sweat. No wonder there wasn't a single customer in this inn; it turned out to be a place that specializes in selling human flesh buns!

"Please get some rest, sir. You'll get a good night's sleep. Oh, right, there's something else I forgot to tell you. The girls who came with you have all been drugged with a sleeping potion and won't wake up for a while. Please don't be offended, sir. They'll be more energetic tomorrow morning."

"When did this happen?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Hehe, it's like this. I had the waiter put sleeping incense in each room. You happened to be facing the window at the time, and your urine absorbed the incense, so only a little bit of it remained in your room. It didn't have much of an effect on your mind. You can go back to your room and sleep now."

The innkeeper pressed down on his abacus and tapped the sandalwood table. A burly man emerged from the darkness and ran out to move Shao Yuanhe's body.

"I'm going to sleep now. You can continue with your work."

An inexplicable chill made Yang Zhuihui shiver, and he quickly slipped back into his room.

This is a human flesh inn, why do I still dare to stay here? Yang Zhuihui was a little puzzled, perhaps because of the innkeeper's bluntness? Lifting the bed curtains, he saw Xia Yao sleeping soundly, seemingly also under the influence of the sleeping incense. Relieved, Yang Zhuihui took off his boots and got into bed, hugging Xia Yao from behind. His penis was, of course, erect—after all, he was a man with a strong sex drive! Yawning, under the influence of the sleeping incense, Yang Zhuihui didn't do anything reckless and closed his eyes to sleep. Just

as dawn broke, Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes. Thankfully, they hadn't turned into human flesh buns. He woke Xia Yao, asking her to wake the others, and then excitedly ran out to see his divine eagle. He saw it still lying peacefully on the roof, preening its feathers with its long beak.

"Looks like it wasn't a dream."

Relieved, Yang Zhuihui returned to the inn. Seeing the innkeeper still there, Yang Zhuihui wondered if he hadn't slept all night.

"Guest, did you sleep well last night?"

the innkeeper asked.

"Very good."

"The steamed buns are almost ready. Why don't you take a few with you on your journey, sir?"

"No need!"

Yang Zhuihui immediately refused. He absolutely couldn't stomach eating Tianjizi's flesh. Remembering that the pitiful Taoist was actually from the Shangqing Palace, Yang Zhuihui was somewhat surprised and didn't understand why the Taoist had urged him to leave the capital so soon. Was it out of professional instinct?

After everything was packed, Yang Zhuihui asked for some steamed buns, and the group set off. For the past few days, Jindan had been with them, but now it had become a three-headed divine bird. The divine eagle perched on the roof of the carriage, looking around with curious eyes. Its three heads were very convenient, each at a 120-degree angle, looking at places beyond their line of sight.

After leaving Yanxia Town, the official road was deserted. According to the plan, it would take about seven days to reach Chaozhou. This area was poorly defended by the Ming Dynasty, and bandits, Japanese pirates, and wild animals frequently roamed there. Therefore, it was rare to see people, and even if they were, they were mostly bandits who robbed people of their money or sexually assaulted. The five stunning beauties inside the carriage were sure to make them drool. Beauty is a curse, that's an eternal truth! If they really encountered bandits, Yang Zhuihui would definitely make sure they all lost their manhood before his beauties were safe.

After traveling for a while, they encountered some man-made stone roadblocks ahead. Worried about bandits or Japanese pirates, Yang Zhuihui could only place his hopes on the Divine Eagle. Besides, his purse was empty; if he didn't reach Chaozhou as quickly as possible, he would definitely starve to death!

Yang Zhuihui stopped the carriage, called the Divine Eagle, and it obediently lay down on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Yao asked, lifting the curtain.

"We're using a completely new mode of transportation,"

Yang Zhuihui explained.

"Won't it crush your precious little one?"

Xia Yao asked worriedly.

"Absolutely not, its carrying capacity is super strong. You can ask them if you don't believe me,"

Yang Zhuihui patted his chest.

"It really is quite good,"

Shi Le nodded.

With a try-it-out attitude, Xia Yao took her luggage and got off the carriage.

Five beautiful women boarded the bird's back one after another, with Yang Zhuihui, the helmsman, naturally sitting at the front. Once settled, he patted the bird's middle head and said, "Silly bird, fly straight ahead along this road, try to fly as high as possible, otherwise you'll scare others."

The bird cried out, spread its golden wings, and took flight steadily, leaving the poor carriage behind. After ascending over a hundred feet, the bird emitted a golden light and accelerated forward, its speed four or five times faster than a horse, like an arrow released from a bow.

"Brother, what is that thing?"

the short bandit wearing a leather hat asked, looking up in confusion.

The tall bandit, also holding his head high, took off his leather hat and said, "A big bird."

"Then why can people sit on it?"

"Because it's big."

"A wise saying!"

The short bandit cried out, "Brother, brother, my neck is twisted! Quickly twist it back for me!"

The feeling of flying was almost like a straight descent. Yang Zhuihui's face was contorted, his legs tightly gripping the eagle's neck, afraid he would fall off at any moment. The five beauties behind him, some hugging, some embracing, were also unaccustomed to this ultra-high-speed flying vehicle. However, one thing was certain: as long as the eagle flew smoothly, the seven-day journey could be completed in one day, and they might even reach Chaozhou by nightfall! After

half an hour of high-speed flight, the eagle's speed had slowed considerably; it seemed its stamina was also limited. Looking down at the Ming Dynasty's territory, Yang Zhuihui pondered when the Ming Dynasty would finally fall into his hands. He would definitely change the dynasty's name then. Historically, the Ming Dynasty was destroyed by the Qing. If he were to steal the Ming Dynasty's territory, should the dynasty's name be changed to "Iron"? Iron Dynasty? Hmm, Yang Zhuihui felt the name was a bit strange. Anyway, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't let the wheels of history crush him; he'd just let the Ming Dynasty become the Qing Dynasty.

Knowing the Divine Condor was getting tired, Yang Zhuihui made it descend, intending to find a place to rest before continuing. When they were still over fifty feet from the ground, Yang Zhuihui made the Divine Condor stop. His gaze fell on the two people at the foot of the mountain below—Yue Chan and Liuli Qiandai!

Seeing them, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but laugh out loud, muttering to himself, "What a small world! Liuli Qiandai, you'd never guess the Divine Condor isn't dead yet. If you saw it, you'd be very surprised, but before you are, I'll let you enjoy the perfect taste of being a woman!"

"What's wrong?"

Shi Le, who was close behind Yang Zhuihui, asked.

"The show is about to begin."

Looking at the direction Yue Chan and Liuli Qiandai were heading, Yang Zhuihui guessed they were definitely going to cross this high mountain. Taking advantage of the high vantage point, Yang Zhuihui quickly figured out the winding path. Since he couldn't think of a way to deal with them right now, he had to send the Divine Eagle to the mountaintop.

"Auntie, I think I just saw the Divine Eagle,"

said Yuechan, who was very thirsty.

"What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. It's dead, don't think about it anymore, understand?"

Liuli Qiandai instructed. No matter how hot the weather, she never removed her black veil; she was a mysterious figure and a core member of the Divine Python Sect.

"Maybe it's just my imagination?"

Having walked for so long, her thin dress, soaked with sweat, faintly revealed a bellyband embroidered with azaleas. She was drenched in sweat, her hair clinging to her cheeks, and despite her exhaustion, she still exuded an alluring fragrance. It seemed that with a little training, she would definitely become Yang Zhuihui's beloved pet!

So, could Yang Zhuihui conquer her?

"Auntie, I'm very thirsty, how much longer do we have to walk?"

Yuechan asked, sticking out her tongue.

"After a trip to Bazhu Ridge, we can return to the sect. Yuechan, just bear with it a little longer. If you can't even endure this little hardship, how will you tolerate same-sex intimacy when you take over as sect leader?"

"I don't want to become like my mother, women doing that kind of thing with other women, I don't like it!"

Yuechan shook her head.

"All members of our Divine Python Sect are women. To unite their hearts, physical communication is the best way. Your mother deeply understands this, and you'll understand once you try it. When you return to the sect, don't mention Yang Zhuihui to your mother, understand? You should know that your mother hates it when you're with men."

"But it was you, Aunt, who told me to get close to Yang Guo!"

Yuechan retorted.

"Back then, it was to help you obtain the Divine Condor, which would be very beneficial for the future of the Divine Python Sect. Now that the Divine Condor is dead, let's pretend this never happened, understand?"

Hearing her aunt's admonition, Yuechan, now calmer, nodded and said, "Yuechan understands."

As the two walked towards the mountaintop, Yang Zhuihui was already standing at the summit. There were a few wild green apple trees there, but due to the poor location, there were less than ten apples in total, though they were growing quite well.

(On such a hot day, they'll definitely pick apples to eat!)

Having already made his plan, Yang Zhuihui picked all the apples, leaving only two. He then took out a sleeping potion from his pocket, poured it into his palm, and gently stroked the green apple.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Yao asked.

"Picking apples. What are you doing here?"

Yang Zhuihui turned and asked. He had told the others to stay on the other side of the mountain, afraid they would ruin his plans.

"I'm thirsty, seeing if I can find something to eat."

Xia Yao stood behind Yang Zhuihui, unaware that he had applied the sleeping potion to the green apple.

"Then take these and give them to them. Rest a while, I have things to do."

Yang Zhuihui then let Xia Yao take the green apple from his arms.

"I can't be bothered with you."

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and walked away.

Worried that the dosage wasn't enough, Yang Zhuihui applied some more sleeping potion to the green apple. Only after confirming the dosage was sufficient did he hide in the grass, waiting like a cheetah for its prey to approach.

In less than fifteen minutes, Yuechan and Liuli Qiandai appeared.

"Auntie, there are apples!"

Yuechan exclaimed.

The perceptive Liuli Qiandai looked at the two apples and said, "Don't eat them, let's keep going."

"I'll die of thirst if I don't eat them!"

Without Liuli Qiandai's permission, Yuechan jumped up, picked both apples, and handed one to Liuli Qiandai. "Auntie, you have one too, I know you're thirsty too."

Liuli Qiandai was indeed quite thirsty. Skeptical of everything, she smelled the green apple, then held it in one hand, lifted her veil with the other, revealing her moist lips, and gently bit into the apple, chewing slowly and carefully.

Yuechan couldn't imitate her aunt's gentleness; she chewed the apple in large mouthfuls, enjoying the sweet apple juice.

"Rest for a while."

Ruri Chiyo plucked a large leaf, smoothed the hem of her black gauze skirt, and slowly lowered it. Yuechan sat beside her.

Soon, Yuechan felt her eyes drooping and was exhausted. She fell asleep on her aunt's lap. Ruri Chiyo, who had been quite energetic at first, was also soon overcome by the drug, her head resting on Yuechan's neck as she drifted into a deep sleep.

The patient Yang Zhuihui waited a while before coming out. Looking at Yuechan, like a newly blossoming bud, and the fully bloomed beauty Ruri Chiyo, his manhood was already fully erect. He wanted nothing more than to pin them down and rape them, but that would be too boring. Having already planned their future, Yang Zhuihui removed his robe and found some sturdy vines nearby. Like moving a puppet, he moved Yuechan to another bare tree, binding her simply. Then he focused his attention on Ruri Chiyo.

Chapter 73, May 26th: Looking

at the soft, kitten-like Ruri Chiyo, Yang Zhuihui seemed a little worried about the Crimson Jade Lotus hidden in her bodice, fearing she might suffer the same fate as Shao Yuanhe. He didn't want his intestines to rupture.

Using a twig, he loosened Ruri Chiyo's belt. As the belt fell loose, the black dress covering her breasts spread open, revealing her delicate shoulders, her beautifully shaped neck, and her clearly visible collarbones. Less than half a finger below her collarbones was the beginning of her cleavage: the cleavage became more and more obvious as she went down. But when Yang Zhuihui wanted to see Ruri Chiyo's entire breasts clearly, the hateful black bodice blocked his view. Although she was asleep, her breathing made her breasts, hidden in the bodice, full of vitality.

In his hunger, Yang Zhuihui poked her nipple with the twig and heard her soft moan. "Her voice...it seems she's a sensitive woman too!"

If he hadn't witnessed last night's events, Yang Zhuihui would have already pounced on her and taken advantage of her. This venomous woman filled Yang Zhuihui with fear. He thrust a few more times, but aside from seeing her serpentine body writhing, he didn't see the Crimson Blood Jade Lotus emerge.

Swallowing hard, Yang Zhuihui crouched down like a bomb disposal expert, reaching out to gently touch Liuli Qiandai's breasts. The taut elasticity made him completely lose his senses. With unease, Yang Zhuihui yanked down her bodice, expecting to see the Crimson Blood Jade Lotus emerge, but instead saw a pair of large, white breasts. Because he pulled so hard, the breasts swayed, creating waves, and the nipples had adorable red cherries waiting for Yang Zhuihui to pluck them.

"Such a voluptuous figure! This woman has such large breasts, yet she doesn't let men enjoy them. What a pity! Hehe, today I'll use your body to cultivate the third form of the Lustful Dragon, letting you experience the perfect taste of being a woman!"

Having not seen Crimson Blood Jade Lotus and tempted by her enormous breasts, Yang Zhuihui had already forgotten the danger. He pulled her up, pressed her against a tree, and began sucking on her nipples, fantasizing about drawing milk. If only he could! He wouldn't have to go back to eating green apples. Unfortunately, although this woman's breasts were large, they didn't produce milk, and her areolas were very narrow and shallow; he didn't know if she had ever been pregnant. But Yang Zhuihui refused... He never imagined she would still be a virgin!

Holding the vines, Yang Zhuihui bound Liuli Qiandai's body, also binding her hands tightly to prevent her from escaping. Of course, to avoid interfering with their lovemaking, the vines didn't cover her private parts, running along the lower edge of her breasts and forcing her to spread her legs wide, somewhat similar to how Shi Le bound Gongsun Lü'e. In fact, Yang Zhuihui was simply imitating her.

After finishing binding her, Yang Zhuihui stepped back a few paces, carefully examining his work.

Liuli Qiandai lowered her head, her partially undressed black dress revealing a wild, primal beauty, with her high, firm breasts being the finishing touch.

"Perfect woman!"

Yang Zhuihui praised, then briefly reviewed the incantation of the third move of the Lustful Dragon, roughly determining the steps. He approached Ruri Chiyo and licked her nipples with his tongue.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Ruri Chiyo's moans were incredibly beautiful, like a nightingale singing in the night sky, or a music player with her nipples as the control buttons. Yang Zhuihui began to manipulate her with his tongue, making her emit moans that easily aroused a man's lust.

"When you wake up, you'll never guess what kind of torture you'll suffer. Ruri Chiyo, your pride, which is even stronger than Xia Yao's, will definitely make you cry your eyes out, and I won't show you any mercy. The moment you feel despair, I will penetrate you and make you enjoy the humiliating climax."

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui's demonic hand was already caressing Ruri Chiyo's vulva through her black dress and panties. Sometimes, ambiguity is beauty.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Ruri Chiyo slowly opened her eyes, her lifeless gaze fixed on Yang Zhuihui, who was defiling her. Her eyes instantly regained their energy, and she snapped, "What are you doing?"

"Sorry for waking you. I apologize. As for what I'm doing, you should be able to see clearly. I'm about to enjoy your body,"

Yang Zhuihui said nonchalantly, though he remained wary of Ruri Chiyo. If Crimson Blood Jade suddenly sprouted from any part of her body, Yang Zhuihui would definitely run away.

"Impossible! You should already be dead!"

Ruri Chiyo exclaimed in shock, appearing extremely uneasy, completely disbelieving that this man was still alive.

Looking at Ruri Chiyo's face veiled in black, Yang Zhuihui said calmly, "Do you know what I want to do most right now? It's to see what you look like before I do you. Are you a stunning beauty, or an ugly duckling with a devilish figure? I really hope you have an angelic face."

"Don't touch me!"

" Ruri Chiyo cried out.

'Hehe, I like you like this. The more you hate me, the happier I am. You said you weren't allowed to touch me, but my hands just itch so much.'

He pinched Ruri Chiyo's nipple and squeezed it hard.

'Ah!'

Ruri Chiyo couldn't help but cry out, feeling both pain and embarrassment.

Perhaps Ruri Chiyo's cry was too loud, because Xia Yao, who was resting, stood up to investigate, but Shi Le stopped her, saying, 'Don't go.'

'If Yang Guo is doing something bad, shouldn't I stop him?'

Xia Yao, full of a sense of justice, exclaimed.

Shi Le released her, took a bite of an apple, and said leisurely, 'Maybe we'll hear your cries again.'

Remembering Yang Zhuihui riding on top of her last night, Xia Yao's legs became weak, and she had to give up her plan, hoping that Yang Zhuihui wouldn't do anything heinous.

Yang Zhuihui gently touched Ruri Chiyo's breasts; they were soft, warm, and smooth, making Yang Zhuihui feel as if he were caressing freshly made tofu." He lovingly bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and making a "tsk tsk" sound.

"Ugh... ugh... no..."

Ruri Chiyo trembled all over, but couldn't break free of his restraints, and could only let Yang Zhuihui defile her body.

Yang Zhuihui grasped Ruri Chiyo's two breasts and pressed them together, saying, "If you put my cock here, breast sex is no problem!"

Hearing these new terms, "cock" and "breast sex," Ruri Chiyo vaguely understood what they meant. Thinking of that scene, her shame ignited, and she angrily said, "Let me go! Otherwise, you'll be sorry!"

"Thank you for your kind gesture, but I'm already very beautiful, there's no need to beautify me further."

Yang Zhuihui misinterpreted Ruri Chiyo's meaning.

"Outrageous!"

Ruri Chiyo seemed to be at a loss for words.

"You can call me a bastard, a hooligan, a pervert, I don't care. I'll have your body anyway. Later, I'll play with every inch of your skin, strip you naked, and then..."

Yang Zhuihui smiled wickedly, calmly pulling out his hot, thick penis. It was already erect from excitement, the large glans a dark red.

"No!"

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's genitals, Liuli Qiandai cried out, turning her head to the side, unwilling to look at that ugly thing. Little did she know that this ugly thing was about to be inserted into her honeypot!

"I'm already eager to have sex with you."

Yang Zhuihui touched Liuli Qiandai's face through her veil. "Oval face, cherry lips, you're absolutely a beauty. Why won't you show your true face? Are you afraid your beauty will corrupt the country?"

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui squeezed her breasts hard, humiliating Liuli Qiandai with words and actions, preparing for the third move of the Lustful Dragon.

"Kill me if you dare! If you release me, I'll make you a member of the Crimson Blood Clan!"

Liuli Qiandai threatened.

"Tsk tsk, you should be begging me, not threatening me! Aren't you just making me choose to rape and then kill you? You're really stupid. Hehe, actually I'm an impatient person, I want to see your face now."

With that, Yang Zhuihui tore off Liuli Qiandai's veil.

"Don't look!"

Liuli Qiandai cried out, tossing her head, her carefully tied black hair falling loose, covering her entire face. Yang Zhuihui gently brushed aside the black hair covering Liuli Qiandai's face, examining her face as if admiring a work of art. When he saw the area below Liuli Qiandai's upturned nose, Yang Zhuihui was slightly surprised. Her features were extremely delicate, but there was a very shallow scar on her right cheek, ruining the overall beauty. This might not mean much to a man, but for a woman who loves beauty, it was a flaw. Yang Zhuihui stroked the scar, kissed Liuli Qiandai's lips, and said, "I thought something was wrong, but it's just a knife scar. Is it necessary to wear a veil all the time?"

"It means something to me that a vulgar person like you can't understand!"

Liuli Qiandai stared coldly at Yang Zhuihui, wishing she could devour him. Her eyes, sharper than a snake's, were truly terrifying.

"Anyway, I'm too lazy to understand."

Yang Zhuihui began to play with Liuli Qiandai's breasts again, pinching one nipple in each hand, pulling them outwards, then letting go. Her large breasts rippled, a very pleasing sight.

Liuli Qiandai moaned, but it wasn't what she wanted.

"I will let you experience the joy of being a woman."

Yang Zhuihui slowly lifted Liuli Qiandai's black skirt, looking at the black panties that tightly covered her private parts. The outline of her vulva was barely visible, and the two mounds of flesh were very obvious. It seemed that the labia of a mature woman were more fertile than those of a young girl. Having enjoyed the mermaid sisters, Yang Zhuihui understood this principle deeply.

"You'd better not let me live, or I'll chop you up and feed you to the snakes!"

Ruri Chiyo's eyes were tightly shut, her whole body trembling. She tried to close her thighs, but they were fixed in place and she couldn't. She could only let Yang Zhuihui continue to defile her.

His middle finger slid casually along the concave crevice of Ruri Chiyo's flesh, and Ruri Chiyo let out an even louder moan. Yang Zhuihui's eyes, sharper than an eagle's, noticed that the crevice was already soaked. He then grabbed Ruri Chiyo's vulva and rubbed it casually.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Ruri Chiyo kept panting, her breathing becoming heavier, and the moans coming from her throat sounded very helpless.

Yang Zhuihui released his grip and observed Ruri Chiyo's genitals again. The overflowing nectar had already soaked her secret hideout, her pink labia clearly visible. Unable to resist his growing lust, Yang Zhuihui grabbed her panties and ripped them apart with force. With a scream from Ruri Chiyo, the panties were torn to shreds, completely exposing the private parts of this strong-willed woman to Yang Zhuihui's eyes.

Ruri Chiyo's vulva was exquisitely small and lovely, with a tuft of inverted triangular pubic hair at the mons pubis. No hair grew on either side of her labia majora, which were somewhat droopy, hiding between the mounds of flesh, yet glistening with nectar, a truly pleasing sight. Of course, what pleased Yang Zhuihui most was the vulva's pinkish tenderness, like that of a newborn baby.

Chapter 74, Humiliation

"You rarely have sex, do you?"

Yang Zhuihui's fingers gently slid along the cleft, bringing his nose close to smell it. A faint, acrid odor further fueled Yang Zhuihui's lust.

Ruri Chiyo didn't answer Yang Zhuihui, but instead looked at Yuechan, who was still asleep not far away, with a desperate gaze.

"So fragrant. I thought a mature woman like you had been fucked countless times. Hehe, this is truly unexpected. Let me taste your sweet juice!"

He parted Ruri Chiyo's pink labia, looking at the folds of flesh adorned with honey-like fluid, and began licking along the cleft with his tongue.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Ruri Chiyo shivered all over, her strong will almost bringing tears to her eyes. She never imagined that one day her private parts would be licked by a man; the feeling of being struck by lightning almost made her faint.

Yang Zhuihui's tongue began to casually lick Ruri Chiyo's clitoris, which swelled even more under his stimulation, looking quite adorable. Seeing the pores on both sides of her labia, Yang Zhuihui asked, "There should have been a lot of pubic hair here before, did you pluck it yourself?"

Ruri Chiyo still didn't answer Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui casually plucked a pubic hair, stood up, and waved it in front of Ruri Chiyo's eyes, saying, "If you don't speak, I'll pluck all the hair off your genitals!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui's wicked hand began to play with Ruri Chiyo's vulva again.

"Yes,"

Ruri Chiyo replied softly.

"Thank you for your cooperation. You're already very wet down there. Do you want me to penetrate you now?"

Yang Zhuihui lewdly grinned.

Ruri Chiyo shook her head, not daring to look Yang Zhuihui in the eye. Shame had completely extinguished her pride. Perhaps Ruri Chiyo would rather gain her freedom than kill Yang Zhuihui?

At this moment, Yuechan had already woken up. Seeing Yang Zhuihui's erect penis and her aunt's exposed vulva, Yuechan's face flushed red with embarrassment. She cried out, "Yang Guo, what did you do to my aunt?"

"Miss Hanchan, oh no! Yuechan, daughter of the leader of the Divine Python Sect, you're finally awake? Hehe, that's rare indeed. Don't you think your aunt looks incredibly beautiful? Look at your aunt here."

Yang Zhuihui lifted Liuli Qiandai's labia, revealing pink flesh. Drops of vaginal fluid were quietly flowing out, running down the inside of Liuli Qiandai's snow-white thighs, some dripping directly to the ground. "Tsk tsk, her vaginal fluid is so plentiful, more than most people's. The entrance looks so small, but inside it's a vast ocean!"

Mentioning the vast ocean, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but ponder. Could Liuli Qiandai possess a body of exceptional beauty? If so, it must be the Jade Pot of Spring Water?

Yuechan was stunned, completely unprepared for her aunt to be in such a sorry state. She no longer cared that Yang Zhuihui was still alive; she only hoped her aunt would be safe. She cried out, "Yang Guo! Release my aunt! Or I'll kill you!"

Yang Zhuihui frowned, helplessly saying, "Why are you all saying this when you're tied up? You can just kill me, why are you making such a racket?"

"I misjudged you!"

Yuechan said angrily.

"At first, I didn't even pursue the matter of you impersonating Hanchan and infiltrating our ranks! If I had, you'd probably have completed your transformation from girl to woman."

Yang Zhuihui sneered.

"You can't lay a hand on Yuechan!"

Liuli Qiandai cried out.

"So you mean I can lay a hand on you, is that it?"

Yang Zhuihui retorted.

Liuli Qiandai's face flushed red.

"Anyway, I'm going to rape you now and make you my woman, hehe."

With two lewd laughs, Yang Zhuihui pressed down on Liuli Qiandai, the mantra of the third move of the Lustful Dragon flashing through his mind. He opened his mouth and sucked on Liuli Qiandai's nipple, while his hand holding his penis guided the union of their genitals, pressing against the entrance of Liuli Qiandai's honey hole. The glans slid up and down on the slit, preparing for insertion.

"You can't do that!"

Knowing what terrible things were about to happen, Liuli Qiandai shouted, but it was replaced by an involuntary moan.

"Don't do such disgusting things!"

Yuechan shouted. The thought of such a thick thing being inserted into her aunt's body made Yuechan feel that her aunt would die. Yuechan, who had never tasted the pleasure of sex, of course did not know that a woman's honey hole had great expansion.

"Look at you, you've already come out so much water. That water proves that your body really wants me to penetrate you."

Yang Zhuihui straightened Liuli Qiandai's head, scrutinizing his prey like a cheetah. If the scar on Ruri Chiyo's face disappeared, she would be an absolute beauty. But even if it didn't disappear, she would still be a very distinctive beauty. Anyway, Yang Zhuihui didn't care whether she had a scar or not; he just wanted to have his way with her first.

"No!"

Ruri Chiyo immediately denied.

"Tsk tsk, then what's this?"

Yang Zhuihui casually slid his fingers, which were covered in her juices, in front of Ruri Chiyo's eyes. Sticky juices were flowing down his fingers, making Ruri Chiyo stare in disbelief. She couldn't believe that such a pungent liquid was flowing from her lower body.

"Be good, open your mouth, and I'll give you something good to eat."

Ruri Chiyo refused and kept her thin lips tightly closed.

"If you don't open your mouth, I'll go and humiliate Yuechan, won't I?"

Yang Zhuihui lewdly laughed.

Knowing her fate was about to be altered by Yang Zhuihui, Liuli Qiandai's eyes were already wet, her vision blurred, and she choked back sobs. Helpless, she could only open her mouth, and Yang Zhuihui stuffed two fingers into her mouth, saying, "Suck all the lustful fluid on it. It's secreted from your body, and now I'm giving it back to you."

Liuli Qiandai, who had never suffered such humiliation, began to sob softly, her heart feeling as if it were being pierced by countless needles. But for Yuechan's sake, she could only continue to endure this humiliation, slowly sucking on Yang Zhuihui's fingers, swallowing the lustful fluid.

Seeing Liuli Qiandai's appearance, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but laugh. With his other hand, he guided his penis deeper into Liuli Qiandai's honeyed orifice. As soon as the glans entered, Liuli Qiandai cried out in pain, but she still refused to beg Yang Zhuihui for mercy. Her eyes widened, feeling the insertion of Yang Zhuihui's hot penis, and more tears streamed down Liuli Qiandai's face.

"So tight!"

Yang Zhuihui exhaled as he finally inserted his glans into Liuli Qiandai's honeypot, saying, "It seems you're a woman who rarely has sex. You look so mature, but I didn't expect your lower body to be as tender as a young girl's. It's truly rare!"

"Yang Guo! You're not allowed to do such a shameful thing to my aunt!"

Yue Chan shouted, struggling fiercely, but Yang Zhuihui's binding technique was too good, and Yue Chan couldn't break free.

Seeing Liuli Qiandai's stiff expression, Yang Zhuihui knew she was still enduring it. Since he was going to practice the third form of the Lustful Dragon, he had to be a bit violent. So he took a deep breath, slightly adjusted the direction of his glans, aimed at the depths of her honeypot, and thrust hard.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by Liuli Qiandai's scream, Yang Zhuihui's Lustful Dragon directly pierced through the flower core hidden deep within Liuli Qiandai's honeypot, and a mixture of virgin blood and lustful fluid spurted out, staining Yang Zhuihui's white robe red, like the finishing touch of an ink painting.

"A comet hitting the Earth!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed, completely unable to believe that this woman, more mature than a red apple, was still a virgin. He couldn't understand how the stunningly beautiful Ruri Chiyo had preserved her virginity. "It's a miracle!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out, wanting to treat Ruri Chiyo, the woman he had just deflowered, gently. But he couldn't do that; otherwise, it would betray his initial cultivation goal. He had already humiliated her so much; not using her body to cultivate the third form of the Lustful Dragon would be a huge mistake!

Thinking this, Yang Zhuihui withdrew his blood-stained Lustful Dragon, even the glans slipping out. After a moment's pause, he thrust it in forcefully, all the way in, leaving only his testicles outside.

"Isn't it comfortable?"

Looking at Ruri Chiyo, who was constantly shedding tears, Yang Zhuihui began to thrust vigorously. Her vagina was glistening with fluids; a few casual thrusts would release a large amount of fluids. From this, Yang Zhuihui was certain that Ruri Chiyo's vagina was a renowned spring-water jade pot! Another criterion is the moisture level of the other person's eyes. The wetter they are, the more likely it is. But Ruri Chiyo was crying her eyes out; who knows how moist her eyes are normally!

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

With Yang Zhuihui's vigorous thrusting, Ruri Chiyo, who was unwilling to moan, still let out a moan, faint and intermittent, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, precisely in rhythm with the thrusting of his penis.

"Do you like this feeling?"

Yang Zhuihui savagely sucked on Liuli Qiandai's nipples, sometimes even nibbling at them. With both her sensitive areas attacked simultaneously, Liuli Qiandai had no idea what she was feeling. Her lower body was swollen and hot, painful and itchy, while her breasts were primarily aching and itchy.

Yang Zhuihui found this thrusting unsatisfying, so he simply tore off the vines binding Liuli Qiandai's legs, lifted her lower body, and shouted, "Clench your legs around my waist! Otherwise, I'll use the same method on Yuechan!"

Liuli Qiandai, resigned to her fate, had no choice but to obey, her jade legs tightly clamping Yang Zhuihui's waist, appearing utterly wanton.

Chulang grabbed Liuli Qiandai's fleshy buttocks and began thrusting vigorously again, this way he could penetrate deeper and faster. The slapping sounds of their genitals colliding made Yuechan's face turn red to her neck. Seeing her aunt's seemingly comfortable yet uncomfortable appearance, Yuechan lost even the courage to stop him, simply staring blankly at this lewd scene.

Because Yang Zhuihui was working so intensely, the tree to which Ruri Chiyo was tied was shaking violently, its green leaves swirling down, creating a serene and beautiful scene. If it weren't for the two people engaged in their passionate intercourse, this scene would surely be immortalized in a painting. Of course, with the two protagonists, this erotic painting could rival any erotic picture.

"Scream, tell me how good you feel right now!"

Yang Zhuihui lewdly grinned, his penis thrusting in and out of Ruri Chiyo's vagina without any mercy to this newly deflowered woman.

Ruri Chiyo gasped, reluctantly saying, "Ugh...so...good..."

As soon as she spoke, Ruri Chiyo wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground, feeling like a promiscuous woman. Yet, with the frenzied thrusting of that hot object, Ruri Chiyo felt a certain pleasure. Was it just her imagination?

"Can you describe it?"

Yang Zhuihui demanded.

"Please don't do that,"

Ruri Chiyo's voice softened.

"Last night, seeing you kill Shao Yuanhe, I thought you were a super cold-blooded woman. I didn't expect you to become such a lady after I fucked you for a while. Looks like my cock is really amazing!"

Feeling he was about to ejaculate, Yang Zhuihui quickly pulled out his penis. The glans had just slipped out of the swollen vagina when thick white semen spurted out, all of it landing on Liuli Qiandai's lower abdomen.

Yang Zhuihui wiped up some of the semen, shoved his hand into Liuli Qiandai's mouth, and sneered, "Eat all my essence!"

Liuli Qiandai felt nauseous like never before, gagging twice, but still obediently swallowed the semen, tears streaming down her face as she ate.

Chapter 75, Satisfied Departure

"Don't treat my aunt like that, Yang Guo, you heartless bastard!"

Yue Chan, seeing her aunt so humiliated, also shed tears. She had initially had some goodwill towards Yang Zhuihui, but seeing this disgusting scene, that goodwill vanished.

Yang Zhuihui ignored Yue Chan, instead contemplating the third form of the Lustful Dragon. If I'm not mistaken, Yang Zhuihui still needs to have intercourse with Ruri Chiyo twice more, and then feed her his semen twice more to complete the task successfully. But where would he find so much semen to ejaculate? Somewhat helpless, Yang Zhuihui ignored the semen sticking to his glans and thrust into Ruri Chiyo's swollen vulva again, beginning to pump rapidly, hoping to ejaculate as soon as possible.

"Ugh...ugh...no..."

Ruri Chiyo sobbed softly, her tearful appearance incredibly moving.

Yang Zhuihui's fingers slipped into Ruri Chiyo's buttocks, and Ruri Chiyo, in pain, squeezed Yang Zhuihui's waist tightly, her vagina becoming even narrower, tightly sucking on Yang Zhuihui's erect penis.

"So tight! So much water!"

Yang Zhuihui praised, thrusting wildly like an opium addict, making Ruri Chiyo dizzy and almost faint.

"Oh...oh...uh...uh...no...ah...ah..."

Ruri Chiyo moaned incessantly, her cries growing louder with each thrust of his penis into her flower. She was now delirious from the penetration, yet tears still streamed down her face.

After ejaculating a second time, Yang Zhuihui felt his penis was tingling, but he still thrust into her fully engorged vagina. Watching her swollen labia tightly grip his shaft, Yang Zhuihui felt a surge of pride. Amidst Yuechan's curses, he continued to cultivate Ruri Chiyo's fertile, overflowing vulva.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Yang Zhuihui reached his third sexual climax. His now slightly thinner semen spurted from his penis, splashing onto Ruri Chiyo's snow-white skin and flowing down her groin.

Yang Zhuihui scooped up a handful of semen and fed it all to Ruri Chiyo.

From the start to the end of the intercourse, Yang Zhuihui didn't know how many orgasms Liuli Qiandai had reached. He only remembered that his glans had been scorched by Liuli Qiandai's hot vaginal fluid at least three times.

Looking at Liuli Qiandai, who was almost unconscious, Yang Zhuihui felt a hot current constantly pounding in his dantian, making him feel hot all over. He had no choice but to put Liuli Qiandai down and let her lean against the tree. Her vaginal fluid quietly kissed her labia and dripped onto the ground, moistening the naked old tree.

Yang Zhuihui sat down cross-legged and circulated his internal energy.

After a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes again and immediately felt full of energy. He seemed to want to have intercourse again. Looking up at Liuli Qiandai's wet vulva, Yang Zhuihui smiled slightly and muttered, "Your body is indeed suitable for practicing the third form. It's a pity that one person can only practice it once. I still quite like penetrating you. There's so much water inside. It truly deserves to be called the famous Spring Water Jade Pot."

"You will be punished!"

Yue Chan cursed angrily.

Having donned his long robe, Yang Zhuihui looked at the bloodstains on his clothes and felt a pang of frustration. He hadn't expected Liuli Qiandai to still be a virgin!

Yang Zhuihui walked up to Yuechan, reaching out to touch her smooth face, and laughed, "My lovely little witch, we'll meet someday, and then you might be my woman."

"I absolutely want to see you! I'll cut off that ugly thing of yours!"

Yuechan cursed.

"Actually, I'm a kind-hearted person, it's just that your aunt is too beautiful, and I wanted to properly develop her. Now that I've achieved my goal, goodbye!"

With that, Yang Zhuihui untied Yuechan's ropes, quickly retreated, and stood beside Liuli Qiandai, saying, "Take good care of your aunt, and don't come after me, or your aunt will be raped by wild beasts."

Laughing, Yang Zhuihui turned and left.

Little did Yang Zhuihui know that his act of debauchery would result in him being hunted down by the entire Divine Python Sect!

"Bastard!"

Yuechan cursed and ran towards Liuli Qiandai. Smelling the agitated scent emanating from her, Yuechan couldn't help but cry again, sobbing, "Auntie, wake up, wake up! You can't be hurt, waaaaaah..."

A moment later, Liuli Qiandai woke from her nightmare. Seeing Yuechan holding her hand safely, Liuli Qiandai felt a little relieved. Her legs twitched, and she felt a sharp pain in her lower body, like being stabbed with a knife. Touching Yuechan's head, she whispered, "Where is that scum?"

"I don't know, he's already run away,"

Yuechan cried.

"I never thought I, Black Widow Liuli Qiandai, would end up being raped. Have I done too many bad things?"

Liuli Qiandai's gaze became somewhat unfocused.

"Auntie, I must kill him!"

Yuechan's starry eyes flashed with cold light.

"This isn't urgent. Let him enjoy himself for a while. Completing your mother's orders is of utmost importance. Let your aunt rest for a bit, and then we'll head to Bazhu Ridge to retrieve the Zhanpo of the Hanging-Eyed White Tiger, so that it can help your mother cultivate her great magic."

Liuli Qiandai, who had been brought to orgasm too many times, had no strength left.

After covering Ruri Chiyo's exposed areas, Yuechan leaned against her and murmured, "In Yuechan's heart, Auntie is my own mother."

"Silly child."

Ruri Chiyo took a deep breath; her body felt like it was about to fall apart, and all she wanted was a good night's sleep.

Yuechan looked at the scars on Ruri Chiyo's face and asked, "Auntie, what happened to your face?"

"A scar from when I was little, it's nothing."

Ruri Chiyo quickly grabbed her veil and covered her face again, as if only then could she feel at ease.

Back with them, Xia Yao saw several bloodstains on Yang Zhuihui's robe and assumed he had killed someone. Just as she was about to confront him, Yang Zhuihui recounted how he had raped Black Widow. Of course, the roles of rapist and victim were reversed; he said he was eating an apple when Black Widow Ruri Chiyo suddenly appeared and tried to rape him. During the act, Yang Zhuihui injured Ruri Chiyo, and the blood on his body was from the fierce fight.

"Strange, why do I feel like she looks a bit like me back then?"

Shi Le muttered.

"Alright, alright, let's keep going. We must reach Chaozhou before dark,"

Yang Zhuihui urged.

"Mmm! I really want to see Grandpa!"

Guo Fu clapped her hands, believing that she would be safe once she saw him. Little did she know, Yang Zhuihui hadn't been paying attention to her lately; otherwise, she would have become his plaything!

After confirming the divine eagle had rested, the six of them climbed onto its back. With a loud roar, the eagle slowly took flight, rising to a certain height before rapidly flying towards Chaozhou.

"Auntie! Look at that!"

Yuechan exclaimed, pointing at the conspicuously obvious eagle.

Seeing the eagle, Liuli Qiandai was also surprised. She had assumed Yang Zhuihui had survived only by abandoning the eagle's eggs, but it turned out he had survived because he had saved the eagle. The eagle's powerful protective aura had completely blocked the destruction of the exploding talisman.

"Looks like I underestimated him,"

Liuli Qiandai said, her face devoid of anger or a smile, only showing exhaustion—the exhaustion of a post-orgasmic climax.

The journey that followed was much smoother than Yang Zhuihui had imagined; the Divine Condor only rested twice along the way. As darkness fell, they finally saw the brightly lit city of Chaozhou.

"Grandpa!"

Guo Fu shouted.

"Did you see him?"

Yang Zhuihui asked in return.

"Seeing Chaozhou City made me feel like I saw my dear, beloved Grandpa!"

Guo Fu took a deep breath, but her face flushed red from the high-speed flight of the Divine Condor, and Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but laugh.

"Silly bird! Stop!"

Yang Zhuihui quickly patted the middle head of the Divine Condor; based on his experience during the day, the middle head was the fastest-reacting.

"Young Master Yang, what's wrong?"

Wu Sanniang asked hurriedly.

Listening to the occasional gunfire and cannon fire below, along with the faint screams, Yang Zhuihui knew that a conflict had definitely broken out. The gunfire was very intense, the battle seemed fierce, and the sounds were so close to the city gate that Yang Zhuihui deduced it was a conflict between the defending troops and the Japanese pirates.

Yang Zhuihui patted the eagle's head and said, "Silly bird, now's your time to shine. Don't disappoint me, understand? Scare those Japanese pirates to death!"

The eagle let out a low cry, its body radiating dazzling golden light that surged in all directions before plummeting down like a comet.

"Hold on tight!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted. The descent was so fast that the airflow rushed into his mouth, stretching it like a toad's.

"Look! What's that?"

"A deity descending to earth?"

Attracted by the eagle, both sides stopped fighting and retreated.

As the eagle approached the ground, its speed rapidly decreased, creating a vortex of air that struck the ground, sparks flying, and golden dust billowed out like a shockwave. Both sides couldn't help but squint. Upon landing

, the eagle lay down, thinking Yang Zhuihui and his group were about to descend.

"It's Brother Yang!"

a Ming soldier shouted.

"It's the enemy! Fire!"

the Japanese pirates yelled, and they opened fire.

The Divine Eagle's protective halo instantly expanded, the golden aura completely enveloping the six people. Countless gunpowder pellets struck the halo, causing Yang Zhuihui, inside, to break out in a cold sweat. He was extremely worried that the halo would suddenly disappear, leaving him not only as a target but also potentially endangering the beautiful women behind him. Fortunately, the halo's absolute protective power completely dispelled Yang Zhuihui's concerns. The Divine Eagle even licked the back of Yang Zhuihui's hand with its three tongues, appearing quite relaxed.

The gunfire ceased, and the Japanese pirates, seeing an egg-shaped halo protecting Yang Zhuihui and the others, shouted, "Their god has appeared! Run!"

"Annihilate them!"

the Ming general in charge of the battle roared, the attack horn sounded, and the Ming army, full of momentum, pursued the Japanese pirates.

"Alright."

Yang Zhuihui patted the Divine Eagle's head, and the Divine Eagle retracted its protective halo.

"Oh, Brother Yang, it's been so long, you've matured even more,"

a Ming soldier of similar age to Yang Zhuihui ran over.

"Who are you?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, puzzled.

"I'm Qi Jiguang! Don't you recognize me? We even drank together back then, Daughter's Red wine, remember?"

Having studied history, Yang Zhuihui naturally knew who Qi Jiguang was. He was a very famous anti-Japanese general, but he had only recently joined the Ming army and was far from becoming famous! If Yang Zhuihui hadn't appeared, this battle to defend the city would have been a disastrous one under his command. Now, however, this time traveler, Yang Zhuihui, had ruined everything. As for Qi Jiguang's future, it was likely that Yang Zhuihui would rewrite it.

"Oh! It's you! It's been so long!"

Yang Zhuihui jumped to the ground and hugged Qi Jiguang, but inwardly he thought: Why did I have to replace Yang Guo? So many unfamiliar people have appeared, how frustrating!

"Do you remember me?"

Guo Fu asked.

Qi Jiguang looked Guo Fu up and down, not recognizing her for a moment as the little girl who had visited Chaozhou five years ago.

"I'm Guo Fu, Hai Rui's granddaughter, remember?"

Guo Fu smiled sweetly.

Chapter 76, Young

Qi Jiguang patted his head and laughed, "Girls change so much as they grow up, I really don't recognize you, hehe, I'm so sorry."

"Where's my maternal grandfather?"

Guo Fu asked.

"Commander Hai and Lieutenant General Yu went to Jianmen Ferry to fight the Japanese pirates, so Chaozhou City was vulnerable, which is why they dared to act so recklessly. I didn't expect Brother Yang to descend from the sky and bring a divine bird, haha, it's truly a blessing for our Great Ming!"

"When can we see him?"

Guo Fu couldn't wait.

"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, if all goes well it will be tomorrow, if the Japanese pirates..."

Qi Jiguang's thick eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed, he chuckled and said, "It should be tomorrow."

"You're lying!"

Guo Fu, who was very good at observing people, immediately came to a conclusion.

Qi Jiguang's smile faded. "This time, the Japanese pirates have sent over three hundred yakana ships, the largest number since the Yuan Dynasty. They've also colluded with domestic pirates, so the situation isn't optimistic. Let me take you into the city to rest!"

Qi Jiguang didn't want to talk too much. Looking at the large bird, he asked, "What about it?"

"Just let it follow us, no problem,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled.

"I hate this smell, it's so dry,"

Shi Le, the merman who didn't know when to stop, complained.

With the constant gunfire here, all moisture had evaporated; no wonder she was unhappy.

Qi Jiguang raised his arm and shouted, "Cheers to Brother Yang's timely assistance!"

"Yang Guo! Yang Guo! Yang Guo..."

Hearing their praises, Yang Zhuihui was somewhat unhappy. He had already killed Yang Zhuihui; they should be shouting "Yang Zhuihui!" But the current situation prevented him from revealing his true identity. When he could command the winds and rains, he would make sure the entire Ming Dynasty, even the entire Earth, knew his name was Yang Zhuihui! If life existed on the moon, Mercury, or Mars, he wanted them to know too, to prove he was a remarkable transmigrator!

Amidst cheers, Yang Zhuihui and his entourage entered the Governor's Mansion.

Hai Rui was not home; only an elderly nanny received them and arranged their rooms. When the nanny arranged for Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao to share a room, Xia Yao vehemently refused. Qi Jiguang, unaware that Xia Yao was a woman disguised as a man, was quite generous and offered her a room, which Xia Yao refused even more. Left with no other choice, she had to continue sharing a room with Yang Zhuihui. As for what terrible things might happen that night, she seemed to have a premonition.

"I'll prepare some food for everyone,"

the nanny said, heading down to the kitchen.

"This place is quite big, why is no one here?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"It's always been like this. The Governor is very frugal; there are fewer than ten people in the Governor's mansion. Hehe, I'll go change my clothes first, so as not to affect your appetites,"

Qi Jiguang said, bowing before retreating.

"Take care, Brother Qi! See you later!"

Guo Fu waved vigorously at Qi Jiguang. After he left, she rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and snorted, "Are you jealous of how I treated him?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and headed towards the backyard. He wanted to take a good look at his divine eagle.

"Sister, let's go check out the rooms,"

Xiaoyue said, pulling Shi Le's hand.

"Okay, we're bored anyway,"

Shi Le nodded.

With the mermaid sisters gone, only Wu Sanniang and Guo Fu remained in the hall.

"Am I a little crazy?"

Guo Fu asked.

Still veiled, Wu Sanniang led Guo Fu by the hand and slowly sat down on the red chair, saying, "Actually, after observing you these past few days, Aunt Ye has already determined that you have feelings for Young Master Yang."

"Impossible!"

Guo Fu exclaimed, "Unless I'm blind! Even if you kill me, I could never fall in love with that big lecherous wolf!"

"You're too strong-willed. One day you'll believe Aunt Ye's words."

Wu Sanniang stroked Guo Fu's hand, saying, "I really want a daughter. Xiaoxue, will you be my goddaughter?"

"Okay."

Guo Fu nodded, saying, "Aunt Ye is a very kind person. With Aunt Ye around, Yang Guo wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Aunt Ye has taken care of me all this way. I'm very happy to have Aunt Ye as my godmother!"

"Yes, Aunt Ye is too."

Wu Sanniang gently hugged Guo Fu, revealing a knowing smile.

Reaching the backyard, Yang Zhuihui couldn't find the Divine Eagle. He remembered it resting there. He searched for a while, but to no avail. Frustrated, he suddenly heard a faint dripping sound coming from the garden to his left. Following the scent of flowers, he headed towards the garden.

Once inside, the sound grew louder. He found a little girl squatting on the ground urinating. Due to the dim light, he couldn't see her genitals clearly, but he could make out her face—a slightly melancholic face. Looking at her childish face, Yang Zhuihui guessed she was about ten years old.

The Divine Eagle, now in human form, was unaware that its master had witnessed its urination. It was urinating vigorously, its hands supporting its chin, and he could clearly feel the urine gushing from its urethra, watering the unnamed flowers beneath it.

When the little girl stood up, Yang Zhuihui was completely horrified by her figure.

She was petite, barely reaching her chest, yet possessed a pair of enormous breasts that would make most women envious and men astonished; any man who saw them could easily ejaculate. Seeing them clearly in the moonlight, Yang Zhuihui almost had a nosebleed. Her genitals were impeccably clean, without a single pubic hair. Compared to Xia Yao's vulva, this little girl's vulva was far more alluring, like a budding flower, just waiting to be explored.

"Perhaps I should prepare some clothes for myself; I'm really not used to this body,"

the little girl said, head bowed, as she walked towards Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui quickly leaned against the wall, but the little girl didn't notice him. After taking a few steps, she was enveloped in golden light, and golden wings began to grow from her body, covering her vital parts like a golden armor.

"This should feel better,"

she muttered, touching her breasts and vulva covered in golden wings. "It really is quite nice."

Standing in the darkness, Yang Zhuihui witnessed this scene and felt breathless, having no idea who this little girl was.

“Perhaps Master will like it.”

The little girl shrugged, her enormous breasts heaving. Another golden light flashed, and the little girl vanished. Only the silly bird remained, its golden wings tucked under its wings.

Yang Zhuihui was petrified, speechless, completely bewildered by what he had seen. His legs trembled as he walked back, without waking the divine eagle.

Reaching the hall, Yang Zhuihui remained dazed.

“Young Master Yang, what’s wrong?”

Wu Sanniang asked hurriedly.

Yang Zhuihui chuckled foolishly, his mind still filled with the image of the incredibly cute, busty girl.

“Hey! Yang Guo, have you gone mad?”

Guo Fu scolded.

Yang Zhuihui finally snapped out of his daze, jumping up as if he’d won the lottery, shouting, “I’ve discovered a super, super, super, super big secret!”

“Young Master Yang, what’s wrong?”

Wu Sanniang asked anxiously.

Yang Zhuihui was at a loss for words to describe his excitement. The silly bird's rebirth was already incredibly joyful, but to transform into such an adorable, busty girl made him even more excited, his heart pounding so hard he feared he might have a heart attack.

"You've really become stupid,"

Guo Fu rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui.

"Hahahaha, I'm so happy!"

Yang Zhuihui cheered, raising his arms even higher than when he unexpectedly discovered that Ruri Chiyo was a virgin.

"I can't stand you,"

Guo Fu muttered, covering her ears.

Knowing that Yang Zhuihui must be hiding a secret, Wu Sanniang approached him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Still unsure about this unbelievable event, Yang Zhuihui could only lie to deceive Wu Sanniang: "I discovered that I can squat to pee, just like you guys."

Faced with such a clueless husband, Wu Sanniang laughed and sighed at the same time, unsure of what words to use to describe him.

"How shameless!"

Guo Fu said angrily.

At dinner, Yang Zhuihui still maintained an exaggerated smile, as if possessed. His mind kept replaying the image of a large-breasted girl urinating; such a delicate body possessing such proud breasts was truly astonishing. Although Shi Le and Xiao Yue's breasts were already large enough, they were mature enough that seeing them wouldn't be surprising. But that body looked like that of a minor, and being a manifestation of the Divine Condor, Yang Zhuihui couldn't guess her actual age at all.

"Young Master Yang, what's wrong?"

Wu Sanniang asked, still not removing her veil. She lifted a corner of the veil with her left hand, and with her right hand holding bamboo chopsticks, she fed rice to her cherry-like mouth with remarkable elegance and without any affectation.

Yang Zhuihui rubbed his cheeks; his face was almost cramping from his long-standing exaggerated smile. He swallowed the mushy rice in his mouth and explained, "It took us so long to get here from Dushi, and we faced many difficulties along the way, but we overcame them all. How could I not be happy to be settled here?"

"That's not quite right,"

Qi Jiguang quickly interrupted. "Chaozhou is arguably the most unstable place in the Ming Dynasty. Japanese pirates frequently gather here to burn, kill, and plunder; it's hardly a peaceful place, haha."

"Is my grandfather alright?"

Guo Fu inquired. Hai Rui's safety was her biggest worry. If something happened to Hai Rui, then her trip south would have been completely pointless. Of course, it was very meaningful to Yang Zhuihui; it was good for arguing and teasing. The somewhat silly and impulsive Guo Fu was quite suitable for teasing.

Qi Jiguang wasn't good at lying, so he stated matter-of-factly, "There are many Japanese pirates, and with Wu Ping and his sister's pirate group, it's a miracle they escaped unscathed. If we want to wipe out the Japanese pirates, we must first eliminate the pirate group."

"Then eliminate them!"

Guo Fu seemed to think that eliminating the pirates was as easy as eating, something she could swallow in one bite.

"Alas, Miss Guo, you lack experience and don't understand the difficulties involved,"

Qi Jiguang sighed.

"With Japanese pirates outside, pirates inside, and Tatars to the north, plus corrupt officials who prey on the people within the Ming Dynasty, suppressing all rebellions requires more than just efforts from one side. We must start from within to strengthen the Ming Dynasty, which is currently weak. Otherwise, the situation of northern barbarians and southern Japanese pirates will never change. Since the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Japanese pirates have been causing trouble in the southeastern seas for over two hundred years. The reasons for their prolonged inability to be eradicated are multifaceted. Brother Qi, you may think my words and actions are rebellious, but I am only stating the facts. Please do not take offense,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"Brother Yang, it seems you are more mature than before. When Huang Rong rescued you here, you were so immature. Hehe, it seems Huang Rong's discipline over the years has had a great effect. Brother Yang, are you currently serving in General Xu's army?"

Qi Jiguang asked.

Chapter 77, Timely Clouds and Rain

"How could he possibly be qualified to go!"

Guo Fu started stirring things up again.

Yang Zhuihui pretended Guo Fu didn't exist, saying, "Huang Rong is a very good senior, she taught me a lot, and I admire her very much. If it weren't for her saving me, I might have already died under the guns of the Japanese pirates."

"Yes, a heroine, even stronger than Hua Mulan. With her and General Guo guarding Dushi together, I believe the Tatars will be powerless."

(Huang Rong will be my woman from now on!)

Yang Zhuihui deeply desired Huang Rong to become his woman, but he didn't want to force himself on her, so he could only drool over her. Thinking of the mature and beautiful Huang Rong, Yang Zhuihui couldn't wait to return to Dushi. But he had to go to Ruoxian Island to find those four legendary senior sisters first. Once he learned the superior martial arts of the Lingxiao Sect, coupled with his profound internal strength, he would definitely win Huang Rong's favor!

"By the way, Brother Yang, you have a divine bird. Could you go to the Jianmen Ferry area tomorrow and bring back some intelligence? That would put Miss Guo at ease,"

Qi Jiguang asked.

“No problem, I’m so kind-hearted, don’t you think, Fu’er?”

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

Guo Fu got goosebumps all over, rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui, and said, “Yes, yes, yes, you are the kindest person in the world.”

“Of course!”

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Qi Jiguang and asked, “Could you tell me about the current situation, in as much detail as possible?”

"Hmm."

Qi Jiguang put down his chopsticks and said, "These days, the Japanese pirates have been attacking frequently, mainly the Naganuma pirates. Every time they attack, the pirates based on Nan'ao Island, centered around Wu Ping and his sister, assist them by providing food and geographical information. When the Japanese pirates leave, they share some of the gold and silver they have captured with them, achieving a mutually beneficial goal. Without the help of the pirates, the Japanese pirates would not be so arrogant. In the past, they would return immediately after their attack, but now, with the help of the pirates, they even dare to stay on the sea, singing and dancing, which is infuriating to see. The Maritime Commander once planned to wipe out Wu Ping's pirate gang, but the easily defensible geographical advantage of Nan'ao Island gave the Maritime Commander a headache, so he had to give up. The Japanese pirates and the pirates are like jackals, colluding with each other. Without eliminating the pirates, the 'jackal,' it will be very difficult to capture the Japanese pirates, the 'wolf.'"

"From what Brother Qi has said, I have a pretty good idea of the current situation!"

Yang Zhuihui nodded and said, "Then I'll go to Jianmen Ferry tomorrow morning and see if there's anything I can do to help Senior Hai."

"You'd better use your big bird to wipe out all the Japanese pirates!"

Guo Fu said.

"What do you take it for? It's my treasure."

Yang Zhuihui looked at Guo Fu with disdain.

"This fish is quite delicious."

Wu Sanniang interjected, afraid that Yang Zhuihui and Guo Fu would start arguing again, otherwise the meal would definitely not be pleasant. The mermaid sisters, on the other hand, were enjoying their meal very much; fish was their favorite.

"Then I'll trouble Brother Yang."

Qi Jiguang, who had finished eating, stood up and said, "I'll go inspect the city gates and take my leave."

"Hmm."

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. Yang Zhuihui went to see the Divine Condor again. It was sleeping soundly, seemingly exhausted from the high-speed flight during the day. Looking at its massive body, Yang Zhuihui imagined a naked, busty young woman lying there, and a burning sensation rose in his groin. It seemed he needed to find someone to cool off.

Reaching the mermaid sisters' room, Yang Zhuihui heard the sound of splashing water coming from inside. It seemed they were soaking in the water again. It was truly difficult for them; the temperature difference between the north and south was enormous. In Dushi City, it felt somewhat chilly, but here it was like a small furnace. The mermaid sisters, who preferred humid environments, were naturally finding it hard to adapt.

Yang Zhuihui politely knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Shi Le's voice sounded a little annoyed, clearly disliking anyone disturbing her precious time.

"Your man,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

"Come in!"

Shi Le's voice immediately became sweet.

Pushing open the door and closing it behind him, Yang Zhuihui went behind the screen. The two mermaids were already naked, soaking in the water, enjoying themselves. Xiaoyue was still as shy as ever, only letting her neck show, her breasts and below hidden in the hot water filled with flower petals. Shile was much more casual, half of her large breasts were above the water, pink petals clinging to her nipples, and a glimpse of her areolas could be seen.

Shile was washing her vulva with her hand, looking at Yang Zhuihui with a very ambiguous expression, constantly panting. She wasn't looking at Yang Zhuihui's face, but staring at his crotch, a little thirsty.

"Am I disturbing you?"

Yang Zhuihui teased, taking down the red thong hanging on the screen and smelling it. "I remember that women's underwear usually develops a musty smell after being worn for a long time, but yours doesn't."

"That means we mermaids are a more advanced species than you humans,"

Shile smiled slightly, a cute dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"What's so high-class about it? You still need my touch, don't you?"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, setting down his thong and standing in front of the tub, gazing down at the beautiful view on the water. His devilish hand had already submerged in the water, accurately finding Shi Le's vulva, sliding along the slit of flesh. Watching Shi Le's expression of both discomfort and pleasure, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Shi Le glared at Yang Zhuihui, panting, "No...don't...the water will leak out..."

"Preparing for the pleasure later."

Yang Zhuihui bent his finger and inserted it into Shi Le's honey hole, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.

"Ugh...uh...husband...don't...don't do this..."

Shi Le whimpered, while Xiao Yue, standing beside them, dared not look at the two of them, focusing entirely on washing her body. For some reason, she didn't dare touch her breasts or genitals, afraid she would cry out like her sister.

"I kind of want you, I know you want my big cock too, be good, stick your ass up, I'm going to insert it from behind."

Yang Zhuihui gestured.

"Don't put it in my back!"

Shi Le shook her head vigorously.

"Of course not, you've been so obedient, why would I fuck your ass? I'll just go in from behind."

Yang Zhuihui stroked Shi Le's wet labia, constantly stimulating her engorged clitoris.

Knowing that Yang Zhuihui wouldn't hurt her, Shi Le slowly stood up. Countless petals clung to her serpentine body, and the fine moisture made her body look incredibly vibrant. Looking at her swollen vulva, Yang Zhuihui pulled out his hot penis.

"It seems to have gotten bigger again."

Shi Le exclaimed, turning around, spreading her legs, and wrapping her arms around her sister's shoulders. Her snowy buttocks were raised high, displaying her fertile mound nakedly before Yang Zhuihui's eyes.

"Sister."

Xiao Yue, who was a little out of breath from being pressed down, murmured, not resisting much. Looking at Yang Zhuihui's thick, long penis, Xiao Yue's breathing became rapid.

Stroking Shi Le's snowy buttocks, Yang Zhuihui spread her labia majora with both hands, gazing at the glistening, wet flesh inside. Coupled with Shi Le's wanton movements, Yang Zhuihui's penis slid smoothly into her honeyed hole. Because it was so slippery inside, Shi Le moaned as it was fully inserted, hugging her sister even tighter.

"After so many times, still so tight,"

Yang Zhuihui praised, then began to thrust rapidly.

"Mmm...mmm...uh..."

Shi Le moaned continuously, clinging to Xiao Yue. The fullness in her lower body gave her immense pleasure, making her feel incredibly lonely. She felt her world had been turned upside down by Yang Zhuihui's penis.

The impact of their genitals, the spurting fluids from their union dripping into the bathtub, provided even more essential energy for the mermaid sisters' bath.

After half an hour of this, having made Shi Le climax twice, Yang Zhuihui demanded that Xiao Yue also assume that wanton position.

“Xiaoyue wouldn’t do that,”

Xiaoyue said, looking down. Shile, who was almost fainting from being fucked, was soaking in the water, leaning back against the edge of the tub, her eyes closed, savoring the feeling of ecstasy.

“Then you don’t want to be with me anymore?”

Yang Zhuihui asked, his large penis erect.

“No…it’s just…it’s just that Xiaoyue can’t do what sister does…”

Xiaoyue’s voice became very soft, afraid that Yang Zhuihui would get angry.

“Hehe, then you choose, what position do you want?”

“Xiaoyue doesn’t know.”

Yang Zhuihui was a little troubled. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Only that position is suitable, there don’t seem to be any other positions.”

“But it’s really hard to do that.”

Thinking of her sister’s lewd appearance, Xiaoyue’s face turned red with embarrassment, and the clear spring under her eyebrows rippled. On one hand, she wanted to satisfy Yang Zhuihui’s desires, but on the other hand, she didn’t want to become like that. Sometimes she felt that if she could be as open as her sister, she might live a freer life, but she couldn’t. If it weren't for that, when Yang Zhuihui was captured by his sister and imprisoned in the Ghost Cave, before he woke up, Xiaoyue could have gained the ability to walk using Yang Zhuihui's penis.

The more Xiaoyue didn't want to have sex with him in a lewd position, the more Yang Zhuihui wanted to. Lifting Xiaoyue's chin, gazing into her silvery eyes, Yang Zhuihui leaned down and kissed her wet lips, gently sucking on them, and then slipping his tongue into her mouth, entwining it with her fragrant tongue, constantly consuming Xiaoyue's saliva.

After a moment, their lips parted, and Xiaoyue's face turned as red as an apple.

"Just this once, okay?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, his face full of smiles, making Xiaoyue a little embarrassed, as if she had done something wrong.

"Okay... alright..."

Xiaoyue answered somewhat stiffly. Under Yang Zhuihui's gaze, Xiaoyue stood up awkwardly, her hands still covering her large breasts and vulva. Turning around, she let go of her hands, and with an uneasy feeling, Xiaoyue hugged her sister, hesitantly sticking out her buttocks. Knowing that Yang Zhuihui was staring at her private parts, Xiaoyue was so ashamed that she almost cried. This position was too lewd; she never thought she would be in such a position!

"That's a good girl."

Yang Zhuihui thrust his erect penis in, pumping in and out while pinching and playing with Xiaoyue's engorged clitoris, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Mmm... um... um..."

Xiaoyue gritted her teeth, constantly moaning with pleasure.

As they thrust, Yang Zhuihui suddenly remembered a question. He wondered if Shi Le was asleep, knowing she wouldn't care. He asked, "Xiaoyue, can you tell me who made your sister grow legs?"

"It was you… oh… gently… don't be too rough… Xiaoyue can't take it…"

"Me?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed in surprise. "How come I didn't know?"

At this moment, Shi Le opened her eyes and said lazily, "The Ghost Cave is very difficult to enter. We all thought absolutely no one could get in, so we had no hope of walking on land. That day, you and Green Calyx fell into the water, and I saved you. When I saw your thing, I knew what to do. Before you woke up, I transformed into human form and gave you my virginity. Your semen gave me the ability to walk. I tried to persuade my sister to do the same, but she absolutely refused."

Looking at her sister's budding face, Shi Le smiled, her usual indifference replaced by a more serious expression. "My younger sister is so shy, unlike me. We're like two completely different people, so you have to take good care of her, husband. She's very fragile, while I'm very strong, you know?"

Chapter 78, Embracing

Yang Zhuihui couldn't believe that Shi Le's first time was with him, but that was all in the past, and there was no video recording, making it difficult to find out. However, given Xiaoyue's personality, she wouldn't lie, so Yang Zhuihui subconsciously accepted their view that Shi Le had broken her hymen with his penis while she was unconscious. Not experiencing the feeling of losing her virginity firsthand made Yang Zhuihui feel a bit uneasy. If this were modern times, Yang Zhuihui would have made Shi Le have her hymen reconstructed so he could break it again. If she still didn't experience the pleasure of losing her virginity, he would have made her get it repaired again, repaired, broken, repaired again, until she felt satisfied!

"Gently... um..."

Xiaoyue groaned.

Yang Zhuihui then realized he had indeed been a bit too forceful. Compared to Shi Le's endurance, Xiao Yue seemed rather fragile. So he slowed down his thrusting, gently stroking Xiao Yue's buttocks, leaning down to kiss her back. His hands began to grasp and knead her large breasts, which were pressed together with Shi Le's. They were very elastic, and with the warm water making them slippery, they were hard to hold and kept slipping away from his grasp.

"Husband, don't be too rough, this tub will break,"

Shi Le said reproachfully.

"I know,"

Yang Zhuihui straightened up, grasped Xiao Yue's slender waist, and began to focus on intercourse. He opened Xiao Yue's flower core, his glans thrusting towards her cervix, seemingly wanting to insert even her testicles.

"Too deep... um... no..."

Hearing Xiaoyue's soft moans, Yang Zhuihui became even more excited. Knowing that Xiaoyue had adapted to his size, Yang Zhuihui gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. Looking at Xiaoyue's engorged labia that kept turning outwards, Yang Zhuihui gently stroked her anus.

Xiaoyue was as if struck by lightning, whimpering, "Please don't touch there... Xiaoyue can't take it..."

"Husband, I can barely bear it, but Xiaoyue absolutely can't. Besides, she has had intercourse with you very few times and can't withstand that kind of torture. If Xiaoyue can't walk, then even if we have intercourse many times, it will be meaningless,"

Shi Le instructed.

"I cherish Xiaoyue's body and won't do such a thing, don't worry."

Yang Zhuihui smiled and vigorously plowed Xiaoyue's tight, wet, tender hole.

After half an hour of this, Xiaoyue, who had climaxed three times, collapsed weakly onto her sister. Yang Zhuihui let out a low growl, unable to hold back his ejaculation, and thrust forcefully inside her, shivering with pleasure as his semen shot into Xiaoyue's uterus.

"Ah!"

Feeling the spray of semen, Xiaoyue couldn't help but cry out. Shi Le pressed his slender fingers to Xiaoyue's lips and whispered, "Dear sister, someone will hear us."

"Ugh... I know... but... but it's too hot..."

Xiaoyue's body convulsed, her vaginal muscles constantly sucking at Yang Zhuihui's gradually softening penis.

All the semen was poured into Xiaoyue's honeyed orifice. Yang Zhuihui slowly withdrew his penis, which was covered in Xiaoyue's vaginal fluids and semen, soaking wet, with clear semen still seeping from the tip.

"Lick it clean for me,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

Shi Le naturally grasped Yang Zhuihui's penis, sucking on it and swallowing all the droplets of fluid. Her captivating gaze met Yang Zhuihui's, causing his penis to slowly become erect again.

After licking it clean, Shi Le gently stroked his penis, kissing the smooth glans, and asked, "Husband, do you still want to penetrate me?"

"This is someone else's territory. It wouldn't be good if others found out. Once is enough; there's plenty of time later,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"Mmm!"

he responded, kissing Yang Zhuihui's glans. Knowing how to clean up afterward, Shi Le lovingly helped her lover tuck his adorable treasure into his pants, straightened his robe, and fastened his belt.

"Are you going to continue soaking?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Yes, it's our mermaid habit. Please don't mind, husband,"

Shi Le nodded, then pulled his sister into his arms. Xiaoyue was still panting softly; it seemed she was still a little overwhelmed by Yang Zhuihui's fierce and invincible sexual prowess.

Glancing at the mermaid sisters' large, white breasts pressed together, Yang Zhuihui leaned down and kissed them a few times before bidding them farewell. He told them to get a good rest that night, as he would be visiting Hai Rui, who was still fighting the Japanese pirates

, the next day. To be honest, Yang Zhuihui wasn't just someone who knew about sex, but he was very enthusiastic about it. For the sake of a peaceful sex life and the establishment of his own kingdom, fighting the Japanese pirates, eliminating piracy, or helping the poor were all essential. Only by laying a solid foundation could he overthrow the Ming Dynasty with unstoppable momentum; otherwise, if he raised the banner of rebellion alone, no one would know who he was!

Back in his room, Xia Yao was sitting on the edge of the bed. Upon seeing Yang Zhuihui, she smiled sweetly and stood up, saying, "Are you thirsty?"

She picked up a cup of ginseng tea from the table and handed it to him.

This unexpectedly friendly gesture startled Yang Zhuihui. Xia Yao was usually fierce; her sudden gentleness was quite strange to him! Taking the ginseng tea, Yang Zhuihui didn't drink it, which reminded him of Liuli Qiandai, who had been tortured by him after eating the apple.

"I just drank a lot of soup, I'm not thirsty,"

Yang Zhuihui said, placing the ginseng tea back on the table.

"So, are you going to rest now? Let me help you undress,"

Xia Yao asked again.

Yang Zhuihui shuddered, looking suspiciously at the smiling Xia Yao. He had pinched her breasts earlier, yet she could still smile so brightly—something was fishy, definitely fishy!

"What's wrong?"

Xia Yao still smiled.

"Nothing..."

Yang Zhuihui smiled.

At this moment, Xia Yao sat on the edge of the bed, took out a dagger belonging to Bai Guping from under her pillow, wiped it a few times on her sleeve, and said, "I heard that thieves often appear in the developed Chaozhou, so I asked Granny for a dagger. Compared to a longsword, a dagger seems more suitable for self-defense."

Yang Zhuihui not only felt as if his neck had been slashed by the dagger, but also felt that his penis was facing a huge crisis. In order to prevent becoming a eunuch, Yang Zhuihui had given up the idea of teasing Xia Yao, and realized that he absolutely could not sleep with Xia Yao tonight, so he said, "Sleeping together might be too crowded. I'll go find Granny and ask her to make another room. This one is for you. See you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow! Welcome back to sleep."

Xia Yao flicked her fingers like a lucky cat, and after Yang Zhuihui slunk away, Xia Yao chuckled and said triumphantly, "Hiding a dagger in a smile is really useful! Let's see if he dares to mess with me again!"

Yang Zhuihui went to the old woman's room but couldn't find her. After waiting for a long time, he still didn't see her. Like a homeless person, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to run to the backyard. Looking at the divine eagle with its head buried under its golden wings, Yang Zhuihui took a few steps closer and reached out to stroke its extremely soft golden feathers.

The divine eagle was startled awake, and all six eyes were staring at Yang Zhuihui.

"I had nowhere to sleep, so I had to come to you."

Yang Zhuihui lay down on the divine eagle, the warmth from under its feathers giving him a sense of peace. Hugging the divine eagle's neck, sleepiness came over him, and Yang Zhuihui closed his eyes, but the divine eagle was still staring intently at its master.

An hour passed, and Yang Zhuihui had long since fallen into a deep sleep, but the divine eagle was still watching him without moving its eyes. Soft golden light radiated outwards, and the divine eagle transformed into a busty girl. She was not completely naked; her vital parts were covered by golden armor made of golden feathers, somewhere between revealing and concealing, a perfect combination of allure and innocence.

Holding Yang Zhuihui tightly in her arms, the busty girl murmured, "My mother said I should always be your servant, but I wish to be like your other women."

A sigh, a hint of helplessness and resentment lingered, yet a faint, happy smile remained on her lips. The cool breeze gently caressed her fair, rosy cheeks as her long, golden hair reached her shoulders.

Yang Zhuihui was awakened from his dream of making love with Huang Rong. Wu Sanniang stood before him, asking, "Husband, why are you here?"

"To bond with my divine eagle!"

Yang Zhuihui sat bolt upright, and the eagle opened its six sleepy eyes.

"Get up quickly, it doesn't look good like this,"

Wu Sanniang glared at Yang Zhuihui.

"Then kiss me,"

Yang Zhuihui pointed to his cheek, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"I can't stand you."

Wu Sanniang lifted her veil and gave Yang Zhuihui a light kiss, chiding, "Satisfied now? You little rascal!"

"Yes, I'm full of energy right away!"

Yang Zhuihui stood up, stretching his limbs, looking at the divine eagle. Yang Zhuihui had a strange feeling in his heart, was it human or bird?

"Hurry up and get ready, breakfast is getting cold."

Wu Sanniang said.

"Hmm."

Yang Zhuihui squinted at the divine eagle and asked, "Silly bird, do you want to eat something?"

The sensible divine eagle shook its head and lay there to continue resting.

After a quick breakfast, Yang Zhuihui had to head to the Jianmen Ferry area. Afraid that the divine eagle was hungry, Yang Zhuihui specially asked the nanny for ten taels of raw pork to feed the divine eagle, but the divine eagle wouldn't eat. A little frustrated, Yang Zhuihui tried giving it a bowl of rice, which it ate happily.

Watching the eagle busily eating, Yang Zhuihui seemed to realize he should change his previous opinion. It wasn't the same silly bird he'd always seen. Aside from its bird appearance, its personality and behavior seemed more like a person—a large-breasted young woman!

After feeding the eagle and giving it some warm water, Yang Zhuihui set off.

"Here!"

Xia Yao handed him the dagger she'd used to threaten him the night before, as he mounted the bird's back.

"What for?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, puzzled.

"How can you go without a weapon?"

Xia Yao glared at him.

"Thank you,"

Yang Zhuihui nodded. Under their watchful eyes, the eagle carrying Yang Zhuihui soared into the sky. Following the strategic map Qi Jiguang had given him, Yang Zhuihui easily located Jianmen Ferry. With a flick of his index finger and a high-pitched bird cry, the eagle and Yang Zhuihui disappeared into the rising sun. As

Yang Zhuihui looked at the terrain below and compared it to the map, the closer he got to Jianmen Ferry, the more uneasy he felt. What kind of sight would over three hundred Hachiman boats be? The treacherous Yan Song had been embezzling military pay, and it was estimated that a significant portion of the Chaozhou Ming army's pay had also been withheld by him. Their equipment was nowhere near that of the Japanese pirates; perhaps morale would play a more crucial role in defeating them.

Yang Zhuihui remembered that twenty years later, the Ming army, led by Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou, achieved the "Great Victory of Nan'ao," successfully annihilating the pirate group led by Wu Ping and his sister, cutting off the Japanese pirates' supply lines, and thus ending the era of their prosperity.

This happened twenty years later; did it really have to wait until then? If he, a transmigrator, couldn't turn the tide, what was the point of transmigrating? He might as well have been shot dead by the bandits!

Lost in thought, Yang Zhuihui arrived above Jianmen Ferry. (

Chapter 79, May 26th, The Princess of the East)

The booming sound of cannons filled his ears. Looking around, he saw that Jianmen Ferry, forming a triangle, was almost completely blocked by warships. The Ming ships and Hachiman ships were clearly distinguishable from the ship's structure. The Ming army was clearly holding their ground, intending to block the Hachiman ships at Jianmen Ferry. Thick smoke filled the air below. A cannonball landed between the Ming ships, and the screams seemed even louder than the cannon fire. A warship costing 375 taels of silver was instantly swallowed by the sea. The Ming army's main warship was also badly damaged and looked unlikely to hold out much longer.

Yang Zhuihui dared not overestimate the Divine Eagle's defensive capabilities; a hasty landing would likely result in being bombarded. Such a risky battle strategy was not suitable for him.

Scanning the area, Yang Zhuihui's gaze fell on a Hachiman ship hidden at the very back, more than twice the size of the others. It appeared to be the Japanese pirates' main warship. "To shoot a man, shoot his horse first; to capture a thief, capture his king first"—this was a saying by Du Fu, and Yang Zhuihui was determined to put it into practice today!

"Silly bird, we're going straight for the enemy's heart, so be quick and efficient, listen to my commands!"

Having put away the strategic map, Yang Zhuihui lay on the eagle's back, his eyes fixed on the Hachiman ship, directing its flight angle and speed, intending to approach the ship before the Japanese pirates noticed and capture its leader.

At that moment, a woman in a floral-patterned furisode kimono stood at the stern, holding a shamisen—a Japanese traditional instrument somewhat similar in appearance to a biwa (Chinese lute). Judging from the type of kimono, she was likely unmarried. The woman held the shamisen in her left hand and an ivory plectrum in her right, producing a mournful sound with her skillful hands. Beside her stood a young girl in a plain kimono, holding a dark blue oil-paper umbrella to shield her from the sun.

The style of their kimonos clearly indicated a master-slave relationship between the two.

“Princess Minagawa, it’s windy here. Would you like to go back to the cabin? You’ve been standing here for half an hour.”

“My mother wants to hear me play, so I can’t stop. Saya, if you’re tired, you can go back to the cabin to rest.”

Princess Minagawa said softly, her eyes filled with melancholy.

“Wherever the princess goes, Saya will go too!”

Saya shouted loudly, but her voice was completely drowned out by the continuous sound of cannon fire.

“Sing ‘Sakura’ (Cherry Blossom), I’ve played this far.”

With her serene face and elegant demeanor, Princess Minagawa changed the style of her music.

“Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, in the sky of late spring, the clouds are clear and bright for thousands of miles…”

The melody played by Princess Minagawa was very sad, and coupled with Saya’s high-pitched voice, the scene seemed extremely sorrowful, forming a stark contrast with the bloody scene behind them.

After the song ended, Princess Minagawa remained silent for a long time, her brown eyes filled with deep sorrow. She said softly, "Saya, I wonder when I can go home and see the cherry blossoms falling all around. I miss the feeling of cherry blossoms filling the courtyard."

"Soon, as long as our Naganuma family can defeat the Shengyu family, we can go back!"

Saya was full of confidence, but the worry in Princess Minagawa's eyes deepened.

"Wait!"

Yang Zhuihui wrapped his arms around the eagle's neck, peering at the two people at the stern. Seeing a servant beside the woman in the floral kimono, Yang Zhuihui subconsciously assumed that her status among the pirates was definitely not low; she was probably the leader's woman. Although Japan adhered to the samurai code and had a severe preference for men over women, the fact that the leader kept her by his side meant she was highly favored. Using her to blackmail the leader was perfect!

To save the nearly collapsed Ming army, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to use a woman as a bargaining chip this time!

After giving the order to the eagle, it silently approached the two people who were still immersed in a sorrowful atmosphere.

A gust of wind swept in, and Saya screamed as she fell to the ground. Her oil-paper umbrella spun and plunged into the sea. Princess Minagawa gripped her shamisen tightly; despite her seemingly frail appearance, she wasn't blown down by the fierce wind created by the divine eagle. Turning around, she looked at the giant golden bird before her, and her expression turned grim. She immediately recalled what Ieya had said last night, thinking he was using the giant bird as an excuse for his failure, but she never imagined that such a breathtakingly powerful bird truly existed in the world!

Yang Zhuihui had intended to grab the woman, but upon seeing her face, he was so terrified he almost wet himself. She looked exactly like Ruri Chiyo! Except… except for that scar!

"Protect Princess Minagawa! Enemies!"

Hearing the shout from behind, Yang Zhuihui didn't hesitate. He darted to Princess Minagawa, drew the dagger Xia Yao had given him, pressed it against her neck, turned, and wrapped his other arm around her waist, shouting, "Foolish bird! Fly away!"

The eagle let out a low cry and flew behind Yang Zhuihui, its six sharp eyes fixed on the approaching Japanese pirates.

"Release Princess Minagawa!"

More than twenty Japanese pirates stood ten paces away, their muskets all pointed at Yang Zhuihui's head. Because Princess Minagawa was now his hostage, none dared to fire.

"Summon your leader! Otherwise, I'll kill her!"

Yang Zhuihui roared. The dagger gleamed coldly in the light, making Princess Minagawa's neck appear even whiter. If Yang Zhuihui were to truly cut her, that delicate skin would be torn apart.

The Japanese pirates exchanged glances, not understanding what Yang Zhuihui was saying.

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

Yang Zhuihui roared.

Princess Minagawa, held tightly in Yang Zhuihui's arms, was terrified, even struggling to breathe, fearing for her life. Her sorrow was replaced by fear, yet she bravely cried out, "The leader won't care about my worthless life!"

Saya, who had already gotten up from the ground, was at a loss. Hearing Princess Minagawa's words, she, who had retreated into the ranks of the pirates, cried out, "Don't hurt the princess! I'll go get the leader!"

"Hurry!"

Actually, there was no leader; Princess Minagawa was the one in charge of the ship. Saya feared that Yang Zhuihui, knowing Princess Minagawa's identity, would immediately harm her.

A moment later, Saya ran out, flustered, saying, "The leader asks how much gold and silver you want; we'll give you everything."

"I don't want any of that! I just want you to leave Jianmen Ferry and never come near this pure land again!"

Yang Zhuihui sneered, his smugness evident in his eyes as he saw so many people afraid to resist because of a woman.

"I really want to shoot!"

"No, it will hurt Her Highness,"

Saya quickly said.

“Your leader doesn’t have to come out, but you can retreat now.”

“Then release Princess first!”

Saya, mustering her courage, shouted louder than the Japanese pirates.

“Ie, order all Yawata ships to withdraw from Jianmen Ferry,”

Princess Minagawa said, her voice not loud, but very authoritative.

“We painstakingly gathered our forces…”

Standing at the front, Ie raised her right hand to her spear, her left hand on her katana at her waist, feeling utterly helpless. She fiercely raised her musket high and fired three shots.

The nearby warships stopped loading and firing upon hearing the gunfire.

“You’d better release Princess!”

Ie, with her thick eyebrows and large eyes, drew her gleaming sword, raised it high, and roared, “All warships withdraw from Jianmen Ferry!”

Even though the warships in the distance did not understand why they had to retreat, they had received the order and could only lower their sails and slowly sail out of Jianmen Ferry.

"The Japanese pirates are afraid of us!"

"Afraid of you? I'm a coward!"

Iejiang spat on the ground. In the ensuing battle, the Ming army suffered heavy losses, but the Japanese pirates also lost at least ten of their three hundred yakana ships, and five more had their decks smashed. The pirates retreated while simultaneously repairing their ships, all extremely angry. Victory was clearly within reach, so why were they retreating?

The yakana ships, including their main warships, had already sailed more than a mile away, and Yang Zhuihui was still holding Princess Minagawa hostage.

"We've done our job, release Her Highness!"

Iejiang shouted.

Yang Zhuihui sniffed, seemingly smelling the floral fragrance emanating from Princess Minagawa's body. He took a deep breath and laughed, "I'm not a fool. If I release her, you can still go back now, but then I'll become your hostage!"

"You broke your promise!"

Iejiang raised her katana high.

"Heh, sometimes being a villain gives you more room to survive, while those who keep their promises become victims of swords and spears. For survival, you have to play these little tricks. Am I wrong? Once I return the beautiful princess to you, you'll beat me to a pulp. Then, with a wave of my hand, you'll go back to burning, killing, and looting."

"And what do you want? Once we sail out of the South China Sea, you won't be able to escape. I'll definitely rip your intestines out and offer them to the sea god!"

Looking at Jing Jiang, who was as angry as a bull, Yang Zhuihui laughed, "With the divine bird's help, even if I reach your Japan, I won't be afraid."

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui added, "I'll take this princess back with me first."

Yang Zhuihui whistled, and the divine eagle flew to him and obediently lay down on the deck.

Before the group of Japanese pirates could react, Yang Zhuihui had taken Princess Minagawa hostage and climbed onto the back of the divine eagle. Amidst a chorus of curses, the divine eagle had already flown towards Chaozhou.

"Jingjiang, what do we do now?"

"How should I know!"

Jingjiang threw down his katana, stamping his feet in anger.

"Lord Jingjiang, don't worry. This person is clearly sent by Hai Rui. I'm a ninja; I'll go and find out about the princess,"

Saya said.

"My biggest worry right now is the princess's safety. If my lord finds out I haven't protected her properly, even seppuku won't make up for it!"

"Good fortune will come. I'll use the Water Spider to get ashore when it gets dark,"

Saya said.

"Hmm."

Jingjiang picked up his katana, cleared his throat, and shouted, "Listen to my orders! Now that the princess has been kidnapped, I'm in charge of this ship. All warships, stop and wait in place. We cannot abandon the princess!"

"I invested money in you; what about my losses?"

At this moment, a fat man with big ears walked out of the cabin.

"We are samurai! Protecting the princess is more important than our own lives! This is the way of the samurai!"

At this moment, several more middle-aged men who looked very unfriendly walked out of the cabin, all showing disdainful eyes.

"Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"

Jing Jiang roared.

"I don't believe you dare to kill me. Without our support, where would you have gotten the money to build ships, to buy muskets and cannons? Without..."

"Bang!

" The musket in Jing Jiang's hand was still smoking when the troublemaker pointed it at him, coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and collapsed dead.

"All of you, get inside! I'm in charge here!"

Seeing his death, the others dared not utter a sound and could only retreat into the cabin.

This group of Japanese pirates was extremely diverse, mainly composed of Naganuma samurai who had been defeated in the Northern and Southern Wars, mixed with unscrupulous Japanese merchants, pirates, ronin, refugees, and some desperate criminals all driven by greed. All they cared about was money.

Chapter 80, An Alternative Experience:

After the Naganuma clan was defeated by the Sheng Yu clan, a group led by Princess Minagawa became pirates. Their goals were completely different from those of the unscrupulous merchants; they simply wanted to plunder more gold and silver to restore the Naganuma clan. However, all of this seemed so hopeless, and now even their spiritual pillar had been taken away by Yang Zhuihui.

Hai Rui and his group were still checking the casualties at Jianmen Ferry. Their transportation was not as advanced as Yang Zhuihui's, so Yang Zhuihui returned to Chaozhou City early. Qi Jiguang demanded that Princess Minagawa be handed over to him for imprisonment and execution at a later date, but Yang Zhuihui disagreed. How could such a beauty be killed so easily? Moreover, she looked exactly like Ruri Chiyo; perhaps they were twins. Since he'd already slept with Ruri Chiyo, he absolutely couldn't let this one go either. He wanted both twins to lie beneath him and sing "Conquer!"

Even though Qi Jiguang had many reasons, Yang Zhuihui's words, "If the hostages are executed, the Ming army might feel great, but the Japanese pirates will definitely advance unimpeded. Can you bear the blame for destroying the city?"

left Qi Jiguang speechless.

Pushing the defenseless Princess Minagawa into the Governor's Mansion, Yang Zhuihui asked the nanny if there was a place specifically for imprisoning prisoners. He hadn't expected it, but surprisingly, there was. Led by the nanny, he took Princess Minagawa to the special cell in the Governor's Mansion.

Yang Zhuihui didn't think it was a prison at all; instead, it was a charming little house, much better than Xia Yao's room. The only difference was that the doors and windows were boarded up.

"Nanny, who has been imprisoned here before?"

Yang Zhuihui asked curiously.

"Dead man."

The old woman uttered these two words and walked out, sending chills down Yang Zhuihui's spine. What was the point of imprisoning a dead man? Shouldn't it mean the person imprisoned eventually died?

Yang Zhuihui suddenly remembered that she didn't have a place to stay, so she ran out and asked, "Old woman, are there any rooms like this? I need one; Shaofeng isn't used to sleeping with me."

The old woman pointed to the left and left.

Yang Zhuihui looked to the left and saw another room at the end of the corridor, its layout seemingly the same as this one. She turned back and went into the room, lit a candle, and closed the door. The room instantly plunged into darkness, the candle in Yang Zhuihui's hand becoming the only light source. Walking to the bedside, looking at the Japanese woman who had been silent for a long time, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Since you are a princess, why do you associate with the Japanese pirates?"

Princess Minagawa hugged the shamisen in her arms tightly and said softly, "There are some things you will never understand."

"Tell me."

"No, I don't need your sympathy."

Princess Minagawa shook her head.

"So what's your name? Minagawa should be your family name."

"My ancestral family name is Naganuma, and Minagawa is the largest branch of the Naganuma family. My name is Minagawa Yuuki, and I'm the family's princess."

"Then why are you associating with Japanese pirates?"

Yang Zhuihui asked again.

"I won't tell you. I don't want anyone's pity."

Minagawa Yuuki not only possessed the elegance and beauty of a Japanese woman, but also a rare resilience in her character. Like a small blade of grass, she looked so fragile, yet she could grow from the cracks in the rocks.

"Hehe, you really have a unique personality."

Yang Zhuihui stared at her breasts. Although they were covered by her kimono, Yang Zhuihui's sharp eyes could roughly estimate their size. They seemed to be a little smaller than Ruri Chiyo's. It seemed that the environment also influenced the fullness of breasts.

Seeing that Minagawa Yuuki remained silent, Yang Zhuihui said, "You are no longer free. If you don't answer my questions, you should know you will face severe punishment."

"You won't kill me. If you do, all the Japanese pirates will come out in droves, and this place will be reduced to ruins."

"I truly dare not kill you, but..."

Yang Zhuihui lifted Minagawa Yuuki's chin and said, "But I dare to rape you!"

Hearing this, the melancholy in Minagawa Yuuki's eyes deepened, and she stared at Yang Zhuihui expressionlessly. Staring into Minagawa Yuuki's eyes for a moment, Yang Zhuihui felt himself becoming melancholic as well. Faced with such a melancholic beauty, his previous threats seemed to have lost their effect. He had hoped that Minagawa Yuuki would beg for mercy, but she remained so calm, and that look in her eyes was truly unpleasant!

Releasing his grip, Yang Zhuihui said, "You keep saying you're pitiful, but you won't admit it. Do you think I'm not pitiful either?"

Yang Zhuihui cleared his throat and began to play the role of Yang Zhuihui, continuing, "I didn't know who my parents were when I was little. I grew up in hunger and illness, and I was often bullied by you Japanese pirates. Later, I was fortunate to be rescued by good people, and my life became somewhat human. Don't think that you are the only one who is pitiful."

“I know I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but your clothes really don’t look like someone who has had that kind of experience. You also have a divine bird, which allows you to fly freely and go wherever you want, while I am just a woman. I can’t stay in my hometown because it’s all war-torn. My mother…”

Minagawa Yuuki choked up, “My mother also died tragically in the war, and my father is still fighting. It’s okay if you don’t know your own parents, but can you understand the pain of your mother crying out there, unable to save her? If it weren’t for the continuation of the Naganuma clan, I would have preferred to die with my mother back then!”

After saying this, the fragile Minagawa Yuuki could no longer hold back her grief and hugged her shamisen, crying loudly.

Seeing the girl crying, Yang Zhuihui couldn't bear it either. He patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Actually, you can't judge a person's character by their appearance alone. Your and my backgrounds are both pitiful, and I don't object to that. But I can't tolerate you building your family's restoration on the suffering of the Ming Dynasty. You are such a spirited woman; you should know how many people die with the explosions of guns and cannons. Perhaps you have unknowingly caused hundreds or even thousands of people to lose their parents!"

Yang Zhuihui, who had intended to comfort Minagawa Yuuki, couldn't help but lecture her again, his anger simmering within him.

"I don't care about any of that. I just want to go back to Japan and reunite with my father. I don't care about anything else!"

Minagawa Yuuki cried.

"Is this what you call persistence? Persistence at the cost of others' lives?"

"I only know that I love my family very much, and I don't want to lose them,"

Minagawa Yuuki choked out, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

“So in your eyes we’re not human anymore? Tomorrow I’ll take you to experience the lives of ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty, so you’ll realize just how much harm your obsession has caused others.”

Yang Zhuihui placed the candle on the table, walked to the door, and turned back, saying, “I didn’t lock the door. If you need to use the restroom, go to the right; there’s an outhouse there. If you want to find me, go to the left; I live in the room at the end of the corridor.”

“Okay.”

Minagawa Yuuki nodded, her body still trembling, not from fear, but from remembering her sad past. Even while crying, a cute dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth; it seems dimples aren’t only for smiling.

After Yang Zhuihui left, Minagawa Yuuki wiped away her tears, got up, walked to the door, pushed it open, and looked up at the sky. Seeing a halo around the bright moon, she murmured to herself, “It’s going to rain. The cherry blossoms have fallen; I’ll never see those breathtaking cherry blossoms again.”

Tears flowed silently again. Minagawa Yuuki gently strummed her shamisen, and a slightly melancholic melody filled the air.

Before Yang Zhuihui even entered the room, the captivating music filled him with a pang of guilt. Should he have taken Minagawa Yuuki hostage? But given the circumstances, what else could he do? Using Minagawa Yuuki as bait seemed more appropriate than a righteous act of fighting a hundred men alone, bare-handed against firearms.

With a smile, Yang Zhuihui pushed open the door, lit a candle, and surveyed the seemingly well-maintained, enclosed room. He removed his robe, blew out the candle, and lay down on the bed. Despite the darkness, Yang Zhuihui felt a sense of security, as if he were born to survive in the shadows.

Killing Yang Zhuihui and taking his place—Yang Zhuihui believed he could do something a hundred or a thousand times worse than Yang Zhuihui himself. If he successfully reached Ruoxian Island and mastered superior martial arts, he would be able to command the winds and rains. But why did he feel a sense of unease? He thought of Wu Santong's death again. The last few words he hadn't had time to say left him unsettled. What exactly did Wu Santong want to say? How did it get involved with his master?

Lost in these chaotic thoughts, Yang Zhuihui suddenly felt sleepy. He yawned a few times, then hugged the warm, sun-drenched sheets and fell asleep.

In a hazy state, Yang Zhuihui felt someone touching him. He opened his eyes but couldn't see anyone, thinking it was just his imagination. But as soon as he closed his eyes again, a hand gently stroked his lower abdomen.

"Got you!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed excitedly, grabbing the other's hand, but he couldn't see anyone. He was definitely holding something in his hand; he squeezed it, and it definitely felt like a hand. However, he couldn't see anything. Although it was dark, the room wasn't completely dark; Yang Zhuihui could still see his erect penis.

(What's going on?

Yang Zhuihui was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He immediately realized that he had grabbed a transparent person, a person without any warmth. Yang Zhuihui dared not let go, but he did not want to keep holding on like this. Just as he was struggling with this dilemma, the other person's hand suddenly shrank and broke free.)

"Pfft!"

The candle lit itself and floated over, a truly strange sight!

The candle had already floated to above Yang Zhuihui's chest, and Yang Zhuihui felt the other person climb onto the bed, kneeling on either side of his thighs. One hand suddenly began to caress Yang Zhuihui's large penis, very gently, as if handling a sacred object.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui saw a drop of liquid flowing out about two fingers above his penis, slowly dripping onto his crotch. Summoning courage from who knows where, Yang Zhuihui actually reached out and touched it. Compared to the coldness of the other person's hand, this drop of liquid was surprisingly warm, sticky. He brought it to his nose and smelled it, and Yang Zhuihui almost jumped up—it was clearly vaginal fluid!

Yang Zhuihui was shocked. This unseen person was a woman, and completely naked, with vaginal fluid flowing from her genitals!

More vaginal fluid flowed out, dripping onto Yang Zhuihui's... Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard, his mouth watering at the sight of the large, erect penis bulging in his pants. This unseen person had given him so much to imagine. Neither of them made a sound, yet they seemed to understand each other's thoughts. Yang Zhuihui reached out and touched the unseen vulva. It was soft and wet, the labia not tightly closed, perhaps due to the abundant fluid. With

a slight effort, his middle finger slipped into her honeyed depths, slowly moving in and out a few times, releasing another gush of vaginal fluid.

At this moment, the other person had pulled down Yang Zhuihui's pants, and the long-restrained penis sprang out, appearing strong and powerful in the dim candlelight, the veins coiled around it further emphasizing its masculine strength.

Chapter 81, Drizzling Rain and Lingering Feelings.

Yang Zhuihui was a helpful person, and knowing the other person's intentions, he naturally wanted to help her. So he grabbed her waist, just about to exert force... The other person sat down, and the glans immediately pressed against the entrance of the vagina, easily penetrating it. Yang Zhuihui felt his penis being taken into a warm, wet mouth and smoothly swallowed.

The entire penis was inside, leaving only his testicles outside. But Yang Zhuihui felt something strange. As the other person actively stroked him, Yang Zhuihui could clearly see the penis trembling slightly, the foreskin around the shaft gently wriggling, and the vaginal fluid slowly flowing around it—it was as if he had suddenly gained X-ray vision.

Generally, women make some noise when they begin intercourse, but this invisible person actively engaging in intercourse remained completely silent. The eerie silence meant only Yang Zhuihui, lying there enjoying himself, knew someone was having sex with him. After

half an hour of this thrusting, the other person finally… There was no further movement. At the same time, Yang Zhuihui saw a stream of crystalline yin essence spray onto his glans, mixing with vaginal fluid and flowing out, wetting his curly pubic hair.

She had climaxed. Yang Zhuihui's penis, deeply inserted into her vagina, was still quite vigorous. Yang Zhuihui wanted to continue having sex with her, but she slowly stood up, and the candle went out.

Yang Zhuihui reached out to touch her, but only touched air. He suddenly felt very tired, opened his mouth to yawn, but fell asleep.

When he awoke again, his penis was limp. Yang Zhuihui saw a small, seven-colored bead next to his glans. He picked it up and examined it closely. Inside the translucent, seven-colored bead, wisps of colorful clouds were constantly churning.

Yang Zhuihui shook it, but the colorful clouds were unaffected by the shaking, continuing to churn like a tornado.

(This seven-colored bead must be closely related to the person from last night, right?)

After pondering for a moment, Yang Zhuihui put the bead away, got up, and dressed.

He hadn't seen Minagawa Yuuki all night, and Yang Zhuihui was a little worried about her, after all, she was a delicate Japanese woman, even more fragile than water.

Stepping outside, Yang Zhuihui saw that the entire sky was overcast, with a light drizzle falling quietly, making the distant mist even more ethereal and dreamlike, almost like a fairyland.

Yang Zhuihui knocked on the door, and after receiving Minagawa Yuuki's permission, he pushed it open and entered. Upon entering, Yang Zhuihui froze, seemingly finding Minagawa Yuuki even more alluring today, like a cherry washed clean, tempting one to take a bite. But Yang Zhuihui wanted more than just a bite; he wanted penetration!

"Okay."

Minagawa Yuuki stood up and gave a polite half-bow. She didn't know who had kidnapped her, so she didn't know how to address Yang Zhuihui.

Her long black hair was pulled back, revealing her entire pink face. Her delicate features gave a very harmonious feeling: a delicate nose, bright eyes, white teeth, and red lips. Yang Zhuihui didn't know what words to use to describe this fresh and refined woman. A white artificial flower was pinned to the left side of her intricately styled hair, adding to her pure beauty. Her floral kimono featured red cherry blossoms scattered on the handles, sleeves, and hem, while the rest was mainly white. The hem of her skirt swayed slightly... To conceal her insteps, a pair of beige bamboo shoes revealed ten adorable toes, yet they were half-hidden by the playful hem of her skirt. A sachet tucked into her blouse peeked out from its purple tip.

The kimono, primarily composed of straight lines, formed a cylindrical shape when worn, lacking emphasis on the body's curves, but it conveyed solemnity, stability, and tranquility, perfectly highlighting Minagawa Yuuki's serene and naturally noble气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament). In Yang Zhuihui's eyes, this Japanese woman, though almost a carbon copy of Ruri Chiyo, possessed completely opposite temperaments. Ruri Chiyo exuded a deathly coldness, while Minagawa Yuuki radiated a humble warmth that drew people in.

"What's wrong?"

Minagawa Yuuki asked, his eyes brimming with tears.

"N-nothing...nothing..."

Yang Zhuihui stammered, seemingly forgetting last night's confrontation, as if the two were longtime friends.

"I'll take you to get something to eat, then we'll go for a walk outside."

Yang Zhuihui stepped aside.

"Okay."

Minagawa Yuuki, carrying his shamisen, headed outside, his bamboo shoes making a crisp, clattering sound.

“Just leave the instrument inside; no one will take it,”

Yang Zhuihui suggested.

“It’s better to keep it with me; it’s the only thing my mother left me.”

Minagawa Yuuki walked out of the room, gazing at the falling rain, stretching out her hand. Cool raindrops dripped into her palm, and she sighed softly, muttering to herself, “The cherry blossoms must have all fallen.”

What could Yang Zhuihui do with this sentimental woman? The rape scene he had once planned had long been shattered by her gentle demeanor.

“I’ll go get an umbrella; you wait here for me.”

With that, Yang Zhuihui ran into the rain.

After asking the old woman for an oil-paper umbrella, Yang Zhuihui and Minagawa Yuuki stepped into the rain. Fearing that the others would look at Minagawa Yuuki strangely, Yang Zhuihui left the governor’s mansion without their permission, and the two walked silently along the muddy streets.

"Look! It's a Japanese pirate woman!"

"What a dirty person!"

Hearing the same sarcastic remark, Yang Zhuihui laughed, "Yuki, if I'm not mistaken, Ming people look like this when they come to your country, right?"

"Yes."

Minagawa Yuki replied softly, holding her shamisen in one hand and clutching her skirt hem with the other, afraid that her kimono would get dirty from the water.

"Perhaps you should change into our clothes. You're too conspicuous like this, and it will cause unnecessary trouble."

Yang Zhuihui muttered.

"I won't change. I'm Japanese, not Ming people."

Minagawa Yuki immediately refused Yang Zhuihui's offer.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Don't you understand?"

"That's not in my motto."

"Alright, then I won't force you. You'll understand when you've suffered enough. There's soy milk up ahead, let's go get some."

Yang Zhuihui smiled with narrowed eyes, and had already walked into the stall with Minagawa Yuki.

The shopkeeper, who was ladling out hot soy milk, immediately flew into a rage upon seeing Minagawa Yuuki dressed in a kimono. He nearly snapped the spoon in his hand, but seeing her with Yang Zhuihui, he swallowed his anger and stared at Yang Zhuihui, asking, "What do you want?"

He didn't even look at Minagawa Yuuki, as if she didn't exist.

"Two bowls of soy milk, two fried dough sticks, and a steamed bun."

"Why would one person eat so much?"

The shopkeeper's words were clearly directed at Minagawa Yuuki.

"Two,"

Yang Zhuihui replied with a smile.

"I only saw one. The other one isn't human, is he?"

Yang Zhuihui's face still held a smile as he chuckled, "Old man, this is a Japanese pirate I captured yesterday. The reason I brought her out is simple: I wanted her to experience life in our Ming Dynasty and feel ashamed."

"The Japanese pirate killed my son who had just come of age, kidnapped my daughter, humiliated her, and finally drove her to commit suicide by jumping into the river. If you hadn't been with her, I would have slapped him long ago. You're a good man; you saved Chaozhou, so I'll give you face this time."

The shopkeeper, who looked to be in his forties, had a face full of wrinkles, and his two cloudy eyes revealed despair and anger. He placed the food Yang Zhuihui had ordered on the table and continued with his own business.

Drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks, Minagawa Yuuki kept her head down, not daring to look at the shopkeeper.

Yang Zhuihui, on the other hand, ate happily. Rather than verbally abusing Minagawa Yuuki, it was better to bring her out for a stroll in nature.

After finishing their meal, Yang Zhuihui held an umbrella, while Minagawa Yuuki silently followed beside him, head bowed, eyes slightly vacant, her former beliefs seemingly beginning to waver.

A gentle breeze stirred, and the drizzling rain drifted into the umbrella, clinging to Minagawa Yuuki's body like crystals.

"Are you cold?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"No,"

she answered very softly.

"You probably are?"

Yang Zhuihui glanced sideways at Minagawa Yuuki's rather high breasts, placed his hand on her right shoulder, and seeing that she didn't resist, he embraced her. Neither of them spoke, continuing to walk quietly, only now closer together.

Reaching the corner, the rain intensified, as if the heavens were weeping for the spirits of yesterday's dead. Hearing the sound of orderly footsteps ahead, Yang Zhuihui squinted and saw it was the Ming army, knowing that Hai Rui and his entourage had returned. He then turned into a small alley.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

Minagawa Yuuki asked softly, her cheeks flushed. The raindrops from her bamboo shoes had soaked the back of her skirt, but she didn't seem to notice, her mind clearly in turmoil.

"Yang Guo,"

Yang Zhuihui blurted out.

"Then I'll call you Yang-kun,"

Minagawa Yuuki said with a faint smile, her adorable dimples very noticeable.

Yang Zhuihui knew that "kun" was a form of address used by the Japanese, so he didn't mind, only adding, "Calling me Yang-kun feels like an elevation of my status. You can call me Yang Guo sometimes, hehe."

"Okay."

Minagawa Yuuki felt a surge of sweetness in her heart, her melancholy of the past few days lessening considerably. She didn't even know why, but she secretly glanced at Yang Zhuihui, then blushed and dared not look any longer.

After walking along the alley for a while, they saw two naked little girls playing in the rain, grabbing clods of mud and throwing them at each other until they were almost covered in mud.

"They're having so much fun,"

Minagawa Yuuki murmured.

"Do you want to play too?"

Yang Zhuihui asked playfully.

A blush crept across Minagawa Yuuki's face. She shook her head and said, "This isn't for me. I had this thought when I was little, but unfortunately, I come from a prestigious family, and I've always been supervised."

"You can play now,"

Yang Zhuihui said, pulling Minagawa Yuuki's hand towards the two little girls. The girls hadn't developed yet; their lower bodies were bald, without a single hair. One girl's lower body was covered in mud, so it was impossible to tell what she looked like.

"Xiaoyuan, look, what a pretty older sister!"

One little girl stopped, and the other seized the opportunity, scooping up a handful of mud and throwing it at her, hitting her right in the navel. After throwing it, she looked at Minagawa Yuuki, captivated by her beauty.

"But her clothes are so strange!"

the little girl added.

Xiaoyuan tilted her head, looking puzzled.

"What are your names?"

Yang Zhuihui asked with a smile.

"Xiaoyuan."

"Xiaoai."

"Xiaoyuan, Xiaoai, right? Your brother and sister want to play games with you, is that okay?"

Minagawa Yuuki was a little flustered and said, "Tetsu-kun, we can't play, it'll get our clothes dirty. My change of clothes are on the boat."

"Then let's do as the Romans do this once."

Yang Zhuihui smiled regretfully.

"But we didn't bring any clothes..."

Before Minagawa Yuuki could finish speaking, a lump of mud hit her between the breasts.

"Ouch!"

Yang Zhuihui took the shamisen from Minagawa Yuuki's arms and placed it under the thatched shed. To prevent it from getting wet, he placed an oil-paper umbrella over it, tilted his head back, and, basking in the rain, shouted, "Let the rain come even harder!"

Chapter 82: Strike While the Iron Is Hot

. Minagawa Yuuki wiped the rain from his face, looking very awkward. He was just brushing the mud off his chest when Xiaoyuan launched a second wave of mud attacks. His entire body was assaulted to varying degrees. Minagawa Yuuki cried out in alarm and had to hide behind Yang Zhuihui, peeking out to watch the two smug little girls.

"Brother, it's your turn next!"

Xiaoyuan and Xiao Ai, now on the same side, immediately launched a mud attack on Yang Zhuihui. Except for his head, almost every other part of Yang Zhuihui received a mud bath.

A shovel of mud struck Yang Zhuihui in the groin, causing him to scream in pain. He bent over, exposing Minagawa Yuuki behind him. Xiaoyuan and Xiaoai grinned mischievously, throwing handfuls of mud at Minagawa Yuuki.

"You guys are too outrageous!"

Minagawa Yuuki laughed, lifting her sleeves and ripping her skirt open at the back for easier movement. Her exposed legs attracted Yang Zhuihui's attention, leaving him somewhat stunned. Then came several more waves of mud.

"See how your sister deals with you!"

Suddenly changing her tune, Minagawa Yuuki didn't care about being covered in mud. She bent down, scooped up a handful of water, and instead of throwing it at Xiaoyuan and Xiaoai, she poured it on Yang Zhuihui's back, scolding, "This is your punishment for your disrespect yesterday!"

"Then I'll punish you

too!" Yang Zhuihui chuckled, taking the opportunity to scoop up the water and splash it at Minagawa Yuuki. Unable to dodge in time, Minagawa Yuuki's entire upper body was soaked, revealing her white undershirt clearly, even showing her pink nipples and the outline of her cute breasts—it was just too thin.

Of course, only the lecherous Yang Zhuihui would notice Minagawa Yuuki's exposed skin. Minagawa Yuuki herself didn't even notice, just smiling brightly, reaching out to pinch Yang Zhuihui's nose, saying, "Give me a reason to punish me!"

"Because…because you're too good-looking!"

Yang Zhuihui said with a mischievous smile.

"Who said that!"

Minagawa Yuuki blushed deeply after Yang Zhuihui's praise, turning away and avoiding his gaze. Yang Zhuihui, however, carefully admired her shapely buttocks, clearly seeing the cleft clearly. It seemed the rain had its advantages after all!

Xiaoyuan and Xiaoai, seeing Yang Zhuihui and Minagawa Yuuki playing together, had grown tired of their game and quietly left, leaving the two like fish out of water.

"You are indeed very beautiful, not just in appearance, but also in your heart. You are the kindest girl I have ever met, so I don't want you to keep repeating your old life. That's completely unsuitable for you, you know?"

Yang Zhuihui confessed.

Minagawa Yuuki turned around, looking thoughtfully at Yang Zhuihui, biting her thin lips, and said, "Yang-kun, my background and my personality dictate that I have to live that way; I have no other choice. I know you're a good person, but you can't change my beliefs. I can only apologize for the harm I caused to your Ming Dynasty, but if we don't go out to sea to plunder, we'll starve to death."

"You're really stubborn,"

Yang Zhuihui said, grabbing Minagawa Yuuki's delicate shoulders. "Put aside your family and national hatred, don't use your frail body to bear things you can't handle. Find a quiet place to live, okay?"

“It’s impossible, there’s no such place, and…and I really can’t let go of those things. Thinking of my mother’s death, thinking of my father still fighting in Japan, sometimes I wake up from nightmares. Please stop trying to persuade me. I’m a stubborn person. I know what you’re saying makes sense, but I really can’t do it!”

Minagawa Yuuki choked back tears, her heart feeling like it was bound by ropes, making it hard to even breathe. With a “waa,” she threw herself into Yang Zhuihui’s arms, hugging him tightly, crying uncontrollably, her tears mingling with the raindrops falling onto Yang Zhuihui’s shoulder.

Feeling the movement of Minagawa Yuuki’s breasts, Yang Zhuihui swallowed, hugged her, and said, “Actually, I’ve always wanted to say that I can give you the life you want.”

“Even if you could give it to me, I couldn’t accept it myself.”

“You’ll break down sooner or later like this, and I don’t want to see that,”

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"Yang Jun, I promise you, once I'm on the ship, I'll make them sail back to Japan. I won't let your Ming Dynasty suffer anymore. I want to go back to Japan, I want to fight alongside my father and reclaim everything that belongs to us!"

Minagawa Yuuki said firmly.

"I told you you couldn't bear it anymore, do you still want to try?"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

Staring into Yang Zhuihui's eyes, Minagawa Yuuki said firmly, "Rather than live a life of regret, it's better to die a glorious death on the battlefield. This is my current creed, the creed you gave me!"

Yang Zhuihui stroked Minagawa Yuuki's face and said, "What I should give you is a peaceful life, not death."

Looking at Minagawa Yuuki's two wet lips that seemed to be waiting for his kiss, Yang Zhuihui, unable to resist, leaned in, but kissed Minagawa Yuuki's palm instead.

"I'm sorry!"

Minagawa Yuuki let go of his hand and took several steps back. “Yang-kun, I don’t know why you’re so good to me. I know the principle of repaying kindness, but we can’t do that. You’re a Ming person, and I’m a Japanese person. Doing such a thing would be condemned by both countries!”

Yang Zhuihui had never thought of linking a kiss with nationality, but Minagawa Yuuki did. He smiled, staring at Minagawa Yuuki, who was soaked to the bone and almost translucent. Her exquisite figure was exposed by the rain, making Yang Zhuihui’s penis throb, but he didn’t dare to rush over and rape her. This seemingly weak but very strong-willed Minagawa Yuuki might bite her tongue and commit suicide if she resisted.

Taking a few steps forward, Yang Zhuihui said softly, “Yuuki, stay with me, and I won’t let anyone else hurt you, okay?”

Minagawa Yuuki shook her head vigorously and said, “I want to, but I can’t. There are so many women who are better than me. You don’t need to choose me at all!”

“In my eyes, you are the best.”

Yang Zhuihui placed his hand on Minagawa Yuuki’s shoulder again, and his lips were already close to hers.

Four wet lips touched, and Minagawa Yuuki trembled with shock. It was her first time kissing a stranger, and she was stunned. Her heart pounded, and she even mimicked Yang Zhuihui, feeling his lips being sucked on hers. She began to suck on Yang Zhuihui's upper lip in return. A surge of emotion coursed through her, and Yang Zhuihui held her tightly, his unruly hands roaming freely over her back, forcefully sucking on her lips. When Yang Zhuihui's hand began to caress Minagawa Yuuki's buttocks, Minagawa Yuuki abruptly pushed him away. Looking at the utterly bewildered Yang Zhuihui, she covered her breasts and shook her head, saying, "That's enough, that's enough. We can't go on like this. Please don't force me, okay?"

Yang Zhuihui touched his lips, seemingly still able to taste Minagawa Yuuki's unique lip fragrance, and laughed self-deprecatingly, saying, "This time it was my fault. I was too hasty."

Minagawa Yuuki breathed a sigh of relief, loosened her skirt to cover her exposed thighs, and whispered, "We were both wrong. You don't need to mind."

Feeling the chill creeping over her, Minagawa Yuuki stood under the thatched shed, gazing at the endless drizzle, lost in thought.

Yang Zhuihui stood beside her, took her hand, and gently rubbed it twice before asking, "Do you have a twin sister or younger sister?"

"No,"

Minagawa Yuuki denied.

"I saw someone before, named Ruri Chiyo, who looked exactly like you."

"Really? Where is she now?"

Minagawa Yuuki asked, her large eyes sparkling with interest.

Yang Zhuihui dared not admit that he had raped Ruri Chiyo and then abandoned her on the mountain, ignoring her completely. Although he knew the Black Widow was in no danger, he knew Minagawa Yuuki would despise him if he told her. Thinking this, Yang Zhuihui said, "She went to a very far place, and I can't find her anymore."

"That's a pity. I'd like to see her too!"

Minagawa Yuuki smiled, her eyes narrowing.

"Are you sure you don't have a twin sister?"

Yang Zhuihui asked again. Ruri Chiyo and Minagawa Yuuki looked exactly alike, the only difference being the scar on her face. They were both Japanese, so they should be related by blood.

"I really don't know. My mother only gave birth to me. I don't even have any brothers or sisters!"

Minagawa Yuuki shook her head.

"That's strange."

"Yeah, I think it's strange too. We'll have to ask her to know."

"It's hard to encounter, and even if we did..."

Yang Zhuihui immediately pictured the spectacular scene of Ruri Chiyo throwing thousands upon thousands of Crimson Jade Chains at him. He was afraid that not only would his intestines be torn apart, but even his bones would be shredded by the Crimson Jade Chains!

"What will happen?"

Minagawa Yuuki asked.

"It'll be wonderful."

Yang Zhuihui shivered and said, "It's summer, how can I feel cold after getting a little rain?"

"That's normal. So what do we do now?"

Looking up at the rain, which showed no signs of letting up, Minagawa Yuuki seemed to think that the chance of waiting for the rain to stop was a bit slim. Moreover, she was so exposed now that she didn't dare to walk around in crowded places. It would be bad if someone saw her!

"I don't know either, hehe. I was just playing around and didn't think about it carefully."

Yang Zhuihui seemed a little embarrassed. He glanced at Minagawa Yuuki's two cute pink nipples, swallowed, and his penis was already hard.

"It's so dirty."

Minagawa Yuuki looked at his body, stuck out his tongue, and said, "If my mother were still here, I would definitely be punished with a cane."

"Yuuki, are you really unwilling to be with me?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"It's not that I'm unwilling, but that I can't. Let me play a tune for you, Yang-kun!"

Minagawa Yuuki carefully picked up the shamisen, not daring to let it touch his body, and held it with a slightly awkward movement. He took out the plectrum, glanced at Yang Zhuihui, and then plucked the thin strings. The captivating music invigorated Yang Zhuihui. Listening to the melodious music, Yang Zhuihui began to tap his feet to the beat. Although the melody was somewhat melancholic, like that of an erhu, both of their faces were filled with joy.

When his hands got a little sore from playing, Minagawa Yuuki handed the shamisen to Yang Zhuihui and said, "Play it."

"That's easy."

Seeing that the shamisen only had three strings, Yang Zhuihui was full of confidence.

"Don't get it wet, it will break,"

Minagawa Yuuki warned.

Yang Zhuihui gripped the neck of the shamisen with his right hand and held the ivory plectrum in his left. He casually plucked the strings, producing a sound, and chuckled, "It's absolutely simple. I'll play you a lullaby."

Boasting, Yang Zhuihui treated the shamisen like a pipa, naturally wielding the plectrum.

One pluck was fine, but after a few more, the sound was like a demonic chant piercing the brain, causing Minagawa Yuuki to laugh uncontrollably. Her delicate body trembled, her breasts, hidden beneath her undershirt, quivered, the two red dots on her white dress incredibly alluring.

Chapter 83, The Japanese Princess.

After playing for a while, Yang Zhuihui realized he actually knew nothing about the instrument and had to hand it over to Minagawa Yuuki.

"You're just talking big!"

Minagawa Yuuki laughed.

"It's just that this thing looks too simple,"

Yang Zhuihui explained.

“Many things and many people seem so simple, but when you actually get to know them, you find they are incredibly complex, so complex that you can't understand them no matter how hard you try.”

Minagawa Yuki seemed a little melancholy again.

“Maybe.”

Yang Zhuihui stretched, feeling uncomfortable with his clothes sticking to his body. He wanted to take them off, but was afraid of startling Minagawa Yuki.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the rain showed no signs of letting up. Both of them looked anxious.

Half an hour later.

Minagawa Yuuki sneezed, wiped his nose, and said, "I think I've caught a cold."

"Isn't it a bit much?"

Yang Zhuihui looked at the beauty. If she caught a cold, things would get really serious. He absolutely couldn't let that happen, so he said, "This thatched hut isn't well-ventilated. Why don't you go inside and take off your clothes and hang them up to dry? They should dry quickly."

"This...this isn't good..."

Minagawa Yuuki lowered her head and whispered, "The air is damp, and there's no fire. The clothes won't dry."

"Sigh! It seems it's all my fault,"

Yang Zhuihui sighed.

"No, Yang-kun makes me happy, I'm very satisfied,"

Minagawa Yuuki quickly said.

"How have I made you happy?"

Yang Zhuihui lewdly grinned.

Minagawa Yuuki's face turned red to her neck, and she lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Holding Minagawa Yuuki's hand, Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "Sometimes I wish we could stay like this forever, without having to think too much, just living like this for the rest of my life."

"I want that too,"

Minagawa Yuuki unconsciously leaned against Yang Zhuihui, feeling like she was soaking in honey.

At that moment, a ninja dressed in white was quietly approaching the thatched hut.

Seeing Minagawa Yuuki leaning against Yang Zhuihui, the ninja's eyes widened, and the shuriken he had been hiding in his sleeve slipped out and fell to the ground with a clang.

Yang Zhuihui abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of the piercing sound, but saw no one. He thought he had misheard and continued his intimate embrace with Minagawa Yuuki, his hand already around her slender waist. To avoid Minagawa Yuuki resisting him as before, Yang Zhuihui didn't get straight to the point, but instead chatted with her. If he could hold her heart first, she wouldn't resist when he pinned her down. He could definitely make any position possible—69, doggy style, or even the lotus position!

The female ninja had already appeared inside the thatched hut, her hand gripping the shuriken trembling slightly. Staring at Yang Zhuihui's back, she already knew what to do. A white shadow flashed towards Yang Zhuihui, the shuriken thrusting fiercely towards his back.

"Saya! No!"

Minagawa Yuuki, who had already known Saya was there, cried out.

Saya reversed the shuriken, the hilt striking Yang Zhuihui heavily in the neck. With a muffled groan, Yang Zhuihui collapsed to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

Minagawa Yuuki exclaimed in shock.

Saya pulled down the white cloth covering her face and asked, "Your Highness, why won't you allow me to kill him?"

"He is my savior,"

Minagawa Yuuki replied.

Saya looked at the somewhat lewd-looking Minagawa Yuuki and sighed, "Your Highness has been deceived by this cunning man. He will greatly affect our plundering. I will kill him now to prevent future trouble!"

She raised her shuriken, about to stab him, but Minagawa Yuuki grabbed her wrist.

"I won't allow you to do that! I am the princess, and my word is law!"

"If we don't kill him, there will be endless trouble. Princess, please consider the bigger picture!"

Saya said, bowing.

"If you dare to kill him, I will die with him!"

Minagawa Yuuki immediately threatened with his life.

“Saya knows she was wrong, then please come back with me, Your Highness!”

Minagawa Yuuki glanced at Yang Zhuihui a few times, her eyes slightly moist. She loved being with Yang Zhuihui; she didn't have to think too much and could smile from the bottom of her heart. But Saya had to appear at this moment. Minagawa Yuuki knew she couldn't blame Saya, much less go against her wishes, so she nodded and said, “Wait for me.”

Squatting down to look at Yang Zhuihui, Minagawa Yuuki placed the shamisen beside him and stood up, saying, “Let’s go.”

“Princess, what does this mean?”

Saya exclaimed, “This shamisen was given to you by your mother, how can you give it to him?”

“Let’s go.”

Minagawa Yuuki had already stepped into the rain.

“Princess…”

Minagawa Yuuki turned around, smiled faintly, and said, “Saya, I’ve fallen in love with him.”

That smile almost made Saya drop her shuriken. Saya, who had never seen Minagawa Yuuki smile before, seemed unable to understand what charm this man possessed that could captivate the noble princess. After glancing at Yang Zhuihui a few more times, Saya followed Minagawa Yuuki, opened her portable small oil-paper umbrella, and said, “When we get back, we can sail our ships and conquer Chaozhou, kill everyone here, and steal all the gold and jewels!”

“Saya.”

Minagawa Yuuki stopped, whispering, “I’m tired of that kind of life. They’re no different from us; we’re doing bad things.”

“Your Highness seems to have been deceived by him. Let’s go.”

Saya took Minagawa Yuuki’s arm.

The rain intensified, and Minagawa Yuuki and Saya disappeared into the rain.

Before Yang Zhuihui woke up, the seven-colored bead hidden in his pocket rolled out, spun a few times in the rain, and rolled to his lips, slowly melting before disappearing into his mouth and sliding down his esophagus into his stomach.

When he woke up again, the rain had stopped, but the ground was still muddy. Yang Zhuihui felt like his neck was about to break. He rubbed it a few times, sat up, and looked left and right, but couldn't see Minagawa Yuuki. In his unconscious state, Yang Zhuihui seemed to have heard something about Saya.

"Damn it! I didn't even get to do anything, and I got taken down!"

Yang Zhuihui's anger was unimaginable.

Seeing that Minagawa Yuuki's shamisen was still there, Yang Zhuihui picked it up. Looking at the shamisen, Yang Zhuihui seemed to see Minagawa Yuuki's melancholy eyes. Knowing that Minagawa Yuuki had been rescued, Yang Zhuihui was extremely annoyed. He had completely underestimated the stealth capabilities of the Japanese female ninja!

It was too late to turn back, so Yang Zhuihui could only take the shamisen and head back.

As soon as Yang Zhuihui stepped into the Governor's Mansion, a frantic Wu Sanniang rushed out, wanting to grasp his hand but afraid of being seen. She asked, "Young Master Yang, where have you been? You're covered in mud. Where's the girl who left with you?"

"Don't mention it. I'm going to take a bath first,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a wry smile, handing Wu Sanniang his shamisen. "Keep this safe for me. I'll ask for it back when I have time."

"Okay,"

Wu Sanniang nodded.

Entering the hall, Yang Zhuihui saw Qi Jiguang, an elderly man in his sixties, and a bearded man who looked to be around thirty. Guo Fu, dressed in a white dress, was holding the old man's hand, chatting happily.

"Brother Yang, what about the Japanese pirate leader you captured?"

Qi Jiguang asked, standing up.

"What leader?"

"That woman, she's the Japanese pirate leader,"

Qi Jiguang explained.

Yang Zhuihui only knew that Minagawa Yuuki was a princess, not that she was a leader of the Japanese pirates. However, he could easily guess that she was, and whether Minagawa Yuuki was a leader or not was irrelevant to Yang Zhuihui anyway.

"She was rescued,"

Yang Zhuihui explained.

"How is that possible!"

The stubble-faced man slammed his hand on the table, his eyes almost popping out.

"My dear granddaughter, go back to your room first. We need to discuss important matters,"

the old man Hai Rui said, ruffling Guo Fu's hair.

Startled by the stubble-faced man, Guo Fu would have disappeared even if Hai Rui hadn't asked her to leave. After glancing at the disheveled Yang Zhuihui, a puzzled Guo Fu had already entered the inner hall.

Yang Zhuihui was in a bad mood after Minagawa Yuki was rescued. The bearded man's loud insults only fueled his anger. He coldly said, "If she wants to be rescued, what can I do? Go and bring her back if you dare! What's the point of shouting here?"

"Brother Yang, that's General Yu. He's been irritated by the Japanese pirates, haha, please don't take offense,"

Qi Jiguang explained.

Hai Rui looked at Yang Zhuihui and nodded, "It's been a few years, you've matured quite a bit. Zhuihui, was the Japanese pirate leader really rescued?"

Yang Zhuihui frowned and nodded.

"How could that be? Jiguang clearly said you went for a walk with that leader. She wasn't locked up, and no one was with her. Did you release her, or was she rescued? Who knows?"

Yu Dayou shouted.

Yang Zhuihui retorted angrily, "If you can't catch her, what right do you have to shout here? I captured her, and I can release her whenever I want. What are you going to do about it?"

"Did you really release her?"

Hai Rui asked.

Yang Zhuihui took a deep breath. If Qi Jiguang and Hai Rui weren't here, Yang Zhuihui would definitely pull out his big cock, get it to its best state, and then slap this bearded man to death!

"Isn't that right?"

Hai Rui asked again.

Looking at Hai Rui's gray beard, Yang Zhuihui knew he shouldn't have said those hurtful things to provoke the old man, but Minagawa Yuuki had been rescued by the female ninja, and the fat meat that was about to be eaten had flown away. He couldn't care less about anything else, so he said angrily, "I released him, so what?"

"You've made a big mistake!"

Hai Rui was so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes widened. He roared, "Now they will definitely attack Jianmen Ferry again, and then Chaozhou will be plundered by them! Zhuihui, I really don't know how my daughter raised you!"

Hai Rui grabbed a teacup in anger and smashed it on the ground. A loud bang, shattered porcelain shards all over the ground, and the blackened tea leaves inside were splashed everywhere.

"Governor, please calm down!"

Qi Jiguang hurriedly helped Hai Rui up, afraid that this old minister who fought against the Japanese pirates would ruin his health.

“You have disobeyed military orders and should be imprisoned,”

Yu Dayou said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

“Enough! Lieutenant General Yu! Send word that everyone assemble at the East Gate and rush to Jianmen Ferry. We must not let the Japanese pirates break through there!”

Hai Rui waved his hand, his face extremely pale.

"Yushu won't attack, Commander, you can rest assured about that,"

Yang Zhuihui said slowly.

Hai Rui's cloudy eyes gazed at Yang Zhuihui's young and handsome face, and he sighed, "Guo'er, you're still young, you don't understand how unpredictable people's hearts are. You called that leader so affectionately, it seems you're bewitched by her beauty. You can't treat her as a woman, you can only treat her as a heinous Japanese pirate!" "

I guarantee with my integrity that she won't attack,"

Yang Zhuihui said firmly.

"You can go back and rest now, I'm going back to Jianmen Ferry. I also hope everything will be better than I imagine."

Supported by Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou, Hai Rui walked out of the hall.

Now Hai Rui was old and frail. If he hadn't been demoted for submitting a memorial, he would definitely be enjoying a peaceful life in the capital today. Looking at Hai Rui's hunched back, Yang Zhuihui felt that he should also reflect on his actions, but he still believed that Yushu would not bring the Hachiman ships to cause trouble along the coast again.

Chapter 84, Ejaculation

"Yuuki is a good girl, she would never do that."

Reassuring himself, Yang Zhuihui dragged his tired, dirty body into the inner hall.

Leaning against the edge of the wooden tub, Yang Zhuihui was washing himself with a towel, his mind replaying every moment spent with Minagawa Yuuki. Although Minagawa Yuuki and Ruri Chiyo looked exactly alike, Yang Zhuihui really liked Minagawa Yuuki's melancholic and reserved personality. Thinking about kissing her, she connected kissing with their different ethnicities, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but chuckle. What a lovely girl.

Gazing at the wooden window, Yang Zhuihui seemed to see Yuuki standing there in her wet kimono. Lost in his fantasies, Yang Zhuihui's uncooperative penis was fully erect, emerging from the water.

Looking at his glans, Yang Zhuihui muttered, "Do I like Yuuki's personality, or her body?"

After washing and changing into a set of clothes brought by the maid, Yang Zhuihui was rummaging through the pile of dirty clothes.

"Let the nanny take it to wash,"

the nanny said.

"Okay."

Unable to find the seven-colored bead, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to give up and had the nanny carry the pile of dirty clothes out.

"Was last night a dream?"

Yang Zhuihui patted the back of his head. Ever since that female ninja, whose face he hadn't even seen, hit him on the head, he felt his memory had deteriorated. If he encountered that female ninja again, Yang Zhuihui would definitely capture her to help him cultivate the third form of the Lustful Dragon, to see if she would dare joke about the back of his head again—it was the source of all his lewd thoughts!

Yang Zhuihui's biggest worry now wasn't whether the Japanese pirates would attack, but rather Yushu's safety: if she insisted on not attacking, and the pirates were determined to attack, then in the stalemate, this weak woman Yushu would be doomed. If they gang-raped her…

"They shouldn't be as evil as me, right?"

Yang Zhuihui revealed a slightly lewd smile.

Yang Zhuihui went to the room where Minagawa Yuuki had stayed the night before, seemingly hoping she would be there, but she wasn't. Frustrated, he went to Wu Sanniang's room.

"Husband, you really like that girl, don't you?"

Wu Sanniang asked. She had an exceptionally good temper and never got jealous; this was probably a traditional Chinese virtue, since having multiple wives and concubines was common in ancient times!

Yang Zhuihui stroked the strings of his shamisen and smiled, "I don't know myself, but that's how it is."

"If you like her, go find her. At most, it'll just happen again. Anyway, you have the divine bird, so finding that girl will be easy. Actually, I quite like that girl too. She's very lovable and can play the shamisen. She'll add a lot of fun to our lives,"

Wu Sanniang said, hugging Yang Zhuihui from behind, her hands caressing his chest, murmuring, "When I came in just now, I saw you looked unwell, husband. It's probably because of that girl. I don't want you to be upset, so go find her."

“Third Sister, you are so considerate of me.”

Yang Zhuihui held Wu Sanniang’s hand, put the shamisen aside, turned around and hugged Wu Sanniang. Looking at this mature woman who followed him wholeheartedly, Yang Zhuihui removed her veil, revealing her delicate eyebrows, pearly teeth and red lips. Unable to resist the temptation of Wu Sanniang’s wet lips, Yang Zhuihui bent down and kissed her red lips, gently sucking on her lower lip, while his hands roamed freely over her slender waist.

“Mmm…mmm…”

Wu Sanniang, who had been trained by Yang Zhuihui to be very sensitive, immediately let out a moan and hugged Yang Zhuihui even tighter. When she felt Yang Zhuihui’s devilish hand pressing into her buttocks and touching her private parts, Wu Sanniang’s moans became louder, like a nightingale.

When Yang Zhuihui’s hand pressed against her anus and touched her vulva, Wu Sanniang was shocked as if by lightning, her legs went weak, and she let Yang Zhuihui carry her to the bed.

He lowered the bed curtains, removed Wu Sanniang's clothes, and saw her bending her legs to cover her private parts, each hand protecting one breast. Yang Zhuihui had already revealed his thick, long penis.

"So big..."

Wu Sanniang couldn't help but exclaim.

"Sanniang, do you remember the second move?"

Yang Zhuihui had already spread Wu Sanniang's thighs, looking at her vulva, her labia slightly parted, glistening with lustful fluid slowly flowing out and dripping onto the sheets.

Wu Sanniang turned her head, knowing that Yang Zhuihui was looking at her private parts. Wu Sanniang became even more shy and said reproachfully, "Didn't we already practice the second move? Why do we need to do it again? Besides, that feeling of having your acupoints sealed and not being able to flow out is so uncomfortable." Stealing

a glance at Yang Zhuihui, a dimple appeared at the corner of Wu Sanniang's mouth, making her look extremely cute. She mumbled, "Husband, let's practice the third move, okay?"

It wasn't that Yang Zhuihui didn't want to practice the third move with Wu Sanniang, but that he couldn't. Faced with the frail Wu Sanniang, Yang Zhuihui didn't want to engage in sexual intercourse with her in a manner bordering on sadomasochism, so he teased, "The second technique can increase your power, which will be very useful for you in defending against enemies in the future. When we fight in the south and north, you can be my female general."

"I only want to be your little woman,"

Wu Sanniang said, her face turning even redder.

"Shall we practice the second technique?"

Yang Zhuihui's glans was already rubbing against Wu Sanniang's wet vulva, and the stimulation caused the honey-like fluid that had been blocking her entrance to flow out.

"You're the biggest, you decide,"

Wu Sanniang retorted playfully.

"Where am I the biggest?"

Yang Zhuihui teased, looking at Wu Sanniang's flushed face, he forgot his earlier displeasure and only wanted to have intercourse with her. She was arguably second only to Huang Rong in terms of beauty and maturity; her excellent maintenance made her look no more than thirty years old.

“You’re the head of the household, of course you’re bigger,”

Wu Sanniang muttered, answering very seriously, unaware that Zhuolang was teasing her.

“Then where am I bigger?”

Yang Zhuihui was stroking Wu Sanniang’s flat stomach, rubbing a tuft of pubic hair on her mons pubis.

“Down…down there…”

Wu Sanniang whispered, her eyes flickering.

“You mean my thighs?”

Yang Zhuihui continued to play dumb.

“It’s that.”

“Your calves?”

“No, it’s that.”

“Your toes?”

Yang Zhuihui asked doubtfully.

"You're going to put it in my...!"

Wu Sanniang cried out, forced by Yang Zhuihui to utter such lewd words. Embarrassed, she grabbed the blanket to cover her face, scolding, "Husband, you clearly know it's that thing, yet you still make me say it! You're so bad, I'm ignoring you!"

Hearing Wu Sanniang's tingling complaints, Yang Zhuihui felt his penis harden even more. It seemed that using suggestive language between husband and wife had a certain effect on harmonious sexual relations. Of course, if the man had problems with stamina, the woman using suggestive language might cause him to ejaculate prematurely, which would be counterproductive. But for Yang Zhuihui, it only increased his stamina, causing the beauty beneath him to moan incessantly.

He parted Wu Sanniang's labia, looking at her engorged clitoris, and pinched it twice. Wu Sanniang's delicate body trembled, emitting whimpers. The blanket covered her left breast, while her right breast was completely exposed, the nipple regaining its vitality, slowly becoming engorged and hard.

"It's a little uncomfortable, you have to bear with it."

After giving this instruction, Yang Zhuihui sealed Wu Sanniang's three major acupoints: Siman, Guanyuan, and Qugu.

"Ugh...it's uncomfortable..."

Wu Sanniang murmured.

With the acupoints sealed, all the vaginal fluid concentrated at the cervix, not a single drop could flow out. Wu Sanniang felt like she wanted to urinate but couldn't, which made her very uncomfortable. As Yang Zhuihui's penis slowly entered her honey hole, the narrow vaginal opening was stretched open, and as it continued to thrust towards her core, Wu Sanniang felt that feeling even stronger, her slender fingers tightly gripping the sheets. When her core was opened, and her lower body was filled to the brim, Wu Sanniang couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan, her legs involuntarily clamping around Yang Zhuihui's waist, causing the vaginal muscles inside to tighten even more, constantly sucking on Yang Zhuihui's seemingly burning penis.

Finding the perfect position, Yang Zhuihui began thrusting rapidly, the entire bed swaying. Wu Sanniang's moans mingled with the creaking of the bed legs, creating a beautiful and moving melody. While enjoying the music, Yang Zhuihui was a little worried that the bed would collapse.

In less than fifteen minutes, Wu Sanniang reached her first climax.

"Husband... um... I can't... I really can't... quickly release the pressure points... there's so much water down there... um... um..."

Looking at Wu Sanniang's slightly protruding belly, Yang Zhuihui felt that this couldn't be achieved from just one climax. As if sensing something, Yang Zhuihui pulled Wu Sanniang into his arms, put his feet on the ground, and carried her off the bed. After a few more violent thrusts, he withdrew his penis and quickly released her pressure points.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by Wu Sanniang's hysterical moan, a gush of fluid spurted out, almost all of it spraying onto Yang Zhuihui's lower abdomen.

Looking at the glistening stream of water, Yang Zhuihui laughed, "Third Sister, you look so cute when you pee."

Wu Sanniang hugged Yang Zhuihui tightly, swallowed hard, and said weakly, "Husband... I'm sorry... I got you all over..."

"It's alright, you can wash it off later."

Yang Zhuihui supported Wu Sanniang's beautiful buttocks with one hand, while the other hand touched his own sticky lower abdomen. He smelled the liquid gushing from Wu Sanniang's honey hole. At first, he thought it was urine, but it didn't have the pungent smell of urine. He suddenly revealed a victorious smile and said with delight, "Third Sister, so you can squirt!" Wu Sanniang

had no idea what squirting was. Too tired, she just wanted to close her eyes and rest to recover her energy as soon as possible.

He put Wu Sanniang on the bed, took a towel to wipe away the filth from her lower body, wiped his own lower body, then covered Wu Sanniang with the quilt, kissed her on the face, and fell asleep beside her.

Yang Zhuihui slept for over an hour before waking up. Seeing that Wu Sanniang, whom he had exhausted, was still asleep, Yang Zhuihui quietly got out of bed and went out.

He intended to find the mermaid sisters to see if they were still in the water, but bumped into Xia Yao.

"Where are you in such a hurry?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, taking two steps back.

"I just received a message by carrier pigeon. The Japanese pirates and the pirates have joined forces and are heading towards Jianmen Ferry. I'm going there to fight alongside the Sea Commander!"

Xia Yao gripped her sword tightly, her face grim.

"Impossible!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

"I don't have time for your questions. I'm leaving."

With that, Xia Yao ran off.

Minagawa Yuuki had clearly told Yang Zhuihui that he wouldn't invade again; how could he suddenly change his mind? She was a princess, and since the vast majority of the Japanese pirates were her people, she absolutely had the right to decide everything.

Still confused about what had happened, Yang Zhuihui ran to the backyard, mounted the divine eagle, and flew towards Jianmen Ferry. He was determined to stop this before the two Dharma Masters clashed, and he absolutely could not allow any more bloodshed. Otherwise, even if he wanted to be with Minagawa Yuuki, the disaster he had caused would never allow them to be together!

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