[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Phoenix (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 109,

"It was you who came here!"

Huang Laoxie shouted, and hundreds of palms appeared in front of him, raining down on the man in black. Tiles beneath his feet shattered and flew backward, but he remained standing there unscathed.

As the thunderous palms approached him, he flicked his fingers.

"Ah!"

Huang Laoxie screamed and fell to the ground.

"Senior Huang Laoxie!"

Yang Zhuihui called out, flying out of the window and landing on the ground.

"I was drunk and forgot to guard against hidden weapons!"

Several wounds appeared on Huang Laoxie's hands, seemingly from extremely sharp hidden weapons.

Yang Zhuihui looked up at the extremely arrogant man in black, his anger rising. He was very displeased and leaped up, wanting to experience the man in black's hidden weapons firsthand.

When Yang Zhuihui landed on the roof, the man in black rushed to the left, leaping and landing on another roof, turning back to look at Yang Zhuihui.

"Guo'er! Don't chase after him!"

Huang Yaoshi cried out.

Seeing the man in black clearly trying to lure him away, Yang Zhuihui suppressed his innate impulse and landed in front of Huang Yaoshi to help him up. When he turned back again, the man in black was gone.

He helped Huang Yaoshi back to his room and sealed the Waiguan acupoint on his wrist to stop the bleeding. Staring at his injured hands, Huang Yaoshi frowned deeply and said, "It seems he is the murderer of Zhou Botong."

"Master Huang, please take good care of yourself. Nothing can happen before we find Ouyang Feng,"

Yideng said, clasping his hands together, then began to twirl the prayer beads again.

"Master, I'm fine. You should go back and rest. Guo'er can take care of me,"

Huang Yaoshi said.

"Amitabha, goodnight, both of you,"

Yideng bowed and left.

After a while, Huang Yaoshi spoke up: "The black-clad man's hidden weapon should be something like golden thread. Judging from my wound, it does resemble the cut on Zhou Botong's neck. But I really can't understand why Zhou Botong was laughing when he died."

He paused, then continued: "I was injured just now, but Yideng didn't help. Moreover, the black-clad man's purpose didn't seem to be to kill me, but to lure you away. This is too puzzling for me."

Listening to Huang Yaoshi's analysis, Yang Zhuihui also felt it made a lot of sense, but he also felt there were contradictions in the analysis. Huang Yaoshi had already stated that the black-clad man killed Zhou Botong, so Yideng's suspicion could be cleared. But he also brought up the fact that Yideng didn't help, which meant that Yideng was still a suspect. Could he be an accomplice of the black-clad man?

Yang Zhuihui didn't care about any of this. He only wanted to know why the black-clad man wanted to lure him away. He didn't even know him. Could it be an enemy Yang Zhuihui had made in the past? The thought of Yang Zhuihui having offended such an unfathomable martial arts master, and now being made a scapegoat, sent chills down Yang Zhuihui's spine.

"Guo'er, give me your hand."

Before Yang Zhuihui could react, Huang Yaoshi had already taken his pulse, his expression serious. Yang Zhuihui was too frightened to utter a sound.

After a while, Huang Yaoshi released his hand and said, "I heard Rong'er say that she considered having you become my disciple, but later you became the master of the Ancient Tomb Sect. As far as I know, the Ancient Tomb Sect practices Yin-type internal energy, but when I took your pulse just now, I found it very unstable, yet orderly within its chaos—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as manic. This kind of internal energy seems to be the exact opposite of the Ancient Tomb Sect's internal energy. And if I'm not mistaken, Zhuihui, your current internal energy is definitely on par with mine, or even superior."

Hearing Huang Yaoshi's analysis, Yang Zhuihui broke out in a cold sweat and laughed, "I don't understand any of this, senior. What you're saying is a bit too profound."

"What about external energy?"

Huang Yaoshi asked.

"No way."

Yang Zhuihui shook his head.

"With such profound internal strength, yet no external skills?"

Huang Laoxie exclaimed, clearly not believing Yang Zhuihui's words. Most people cultivate both internal and external skills simultaneously, and many even choose to master external skills first for self-defense. Only Yang Zhuihui, who practiced the "Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon," knew nothing about external skills. He only hoped to reach Ruoxian Island as soon as possible to cultivate external skills so he could beat up those who dared to bully him one by one, and then conquer violent women like Liuli Qiandai or Yuechan with force!

Imagining riding Liuli Qiandai while teasing Yuechan's honey hole, Yang Zhuihui immediately revealed a lewd smile.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's dazed expression, Huang Yaoshi asked, "Is your internal energy truly from the Ancient Tomb?"

Yang Zhuihui snapped out of his daze and hurriedly replied, "To be honest, Senior Huang Yaoshi, I was poisoned by Li Mochou's Ice Soul Silver Needles. Later, I met a reclusive master who said that to save my life, I had to abolish all my previous learning. So, the martial arts I learned in the Ancient Tomb were all abolished. Later, she even passed on her

internal energy to me." "That truly is a reclusive master, hehe. Guo'er, actually, we four immortals are just show-offs. There are many more powerful than us. Since she didn't teach you any martial arts moves, I will teach you the Falling Xuan Thunder Palm."

"No need to trouble Senior Huang Yaoshi."

Yang Zhuihui quickly stood up and said, "It's getting late, Senior, please rest well. I'll go back now."

"Alright then, just tell me whenever you want to learn, and I can teach you anytime."

"Of course, of course."

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly ran out, muttering, "The Four Young Masters of Lingxiao are still waiting for me on Ruoxian Island! I'm not learning any other martial arts!"

Back in his room, looking at Xia Yao sleeping soundly, Yang Zhuihui knew she was very tired today and didn't have much of a desire to tease her. He took off his clothes and crawled into bed.

Xia Yao snorted, licked her lips, turned around and hugged Yang Zhuihui, not waking up.

Yang Zhuihui reached out and hugged Xia Yao tightly, as if he could hear her heartbeat. Not feeling sleepy, Yang Zhuihui lay there in a daze, his thoughts a bit chaotic, constantly thinking about Yideng and the man in black, both of whom seemed a bit eerie.

When he woke up, Yang Zhuihui heard Xia Yao scream.

Opening his eyes, Yang Zhuihui saw Xia Yao clutching his clothes, sitting there staring intently at him, questioning, "How did we get so close?"

"You took the initiative."

Yang Zhuihui said dismissively.

"I'm not that kind of person!"

Xia Yao shouted.

"Okay, I pulled you into my arms, I hugged you, I pulled your hand onto my body, I'm the pervert, alright?"

Yang Zhuihui said helplessly. Anyway, Xia Yao always thought he was a pervert, so admitting it once wouldn't hurt.

"Then there's no problem. I knew I couldn't possibly do that."

Xia Yao quickly grabbed her clothes from the foot of the bed and put them on.

After Xia Yao got out of bed, Yang Zhuihui, bored, was still lying on the bed.

At this moment, Saya walked in, holding Yuuki's hand, and said dejectedly, "Same as always. When I woke up this morning, the princess didn't recognize me again. She thought I had kidnapped her. Look, she even bit my arm."

Saya pulled up her sleeve, revealing a row of neat teeth marks on her arm.

"Does she bite people?"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"Brother, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Yuuki buried her face in Yang Zhuihui's arms, her eyes slightly red. It seemed that if she couldn't find Yang Zhuihui again, she would cry.

"Why did you bite Saya? She's your good friend."

Yang Zhuihui gently stroked Yuuki's slightly messy, unkempt black hair.

"I know now, brother,"

Yuuki said sweetly, smiling. "Yuuki likes hugging brother like this. Brother's embrace is so warm. I love brother so much, Yuuki really loves brother, I love brother to death."

"Me too,"

Yang Zhuihui replied with a smile.

Hearing their sweet words, Saya got goosebumps. The princess of the past was never like this. The princess of the past loved to strum her shamisen, gazing towards the island nation with melancholy eyes. Now, she was a completely different person.

Perhaps what hurt Saya most was that the princess had completely forgotten her, even forgetting her when going to the outhouse. But compared to being reminded of the bloody past of killing her companions, wasn't it better to be an innocent girl like this now?

"Yang-kun, the princess is really pitiful. You mustn't let her down. Besides you, there's no one else in this world who can take care of her. She only has you in her heart," Saya said,

biting her lip.

Yang Zhuihui nodded, and said seriously, "I know, Saya, you don't need to worry."

"I'll always worry. Oh well, maybe I'm overthinking it."

Saya smiled and went out.

After spending some time with Yushu, Yang Zhuihui heard Wu Sanniang calling him to eat breakfast. After breakfast, Yang Zhuihui and Guo Fu went to Huang Laoxie's room to visit him. Huang Laoxie looked very well today, but the wound on his palm made him still feel uneasy about what happened last night. They

agreed to meet at 9:00 AM to search for Ouyang Feng's whereabouts in the suburbs. Yang Zhuihui then accompanied Wu Sanniang to buy some daily necessities.

Wu Sanniang told Yang Zhuihui to wait outside the rouge shop, but Yang Zhuihui wanted to go in and help her choose rouge. Wu Sanniang seemed a little shy and could only whisper, "I'm going to buy something for undergarments. Wouldn't you, a grown man, be laughed at if you went in?"

Only then did Yang Zhuihui realize that Wu Sanniang wanted to buy sanitary pads for menstruation. He chuckled a few times and obediently stood outside.

It was already past 11 AM when they returned to the Hetu Inn. Huang Yaoshi and Yideng were waiting for Yang Zhuihui at the door.

Yang Zhuihui told Wu Sanniang to go back to her room to rest and asked her to tell everyone that he wouldn't be back for lunch. Then, Yang Zhuihui, Huang Yaoshi, and Yideng left the inn, still carrying the unsharpened dragon-carved sword.

They hadn't gone far when Xia Yao followed. Unable to refuse her request, he had to let her come along.

Along the way, Yideng told them about the places Ouyang Feng had been seen in the past few days. Yang Zhuihui felt that this place was like a replica of Dushi City. Fortunately, there were no cliffs, otherwise he and Xia Yao might have fallen off one. He feared that instead of encountering some man-eating mermaid, they would have met with a group of homosexual crab spirits, and he would definitely have his anus violated.

Once outside the city, the group split into two. Yideng and Huang Yaoshi were in one group, while Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao were in the other. Yang Zhuihui had originally wanted Xia Yao to go with Huang Yaoshi, but Huang Yaoshi didn't want Yang Zhuihui to go with Yideng, so the two guys, who were completely unfamiliar with the outskirts of the city, ended up in a team.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui looked up at the high mountain in front of him and muttered, "Xia Yao, are we going to just wander around in these mountains forever?"

"That old monster would definitely choose the most remote places to practice his skills, so let's climb to the top first, and then go to the more difficult places. Maybe we can find it,"

Xia Yao said.

"Why can they search in lower places, but we have to climb high mountains?"

"Young people should exercise more. Don't always complain. Just treat it as a form of cultivation."

"I really should have brought my silly bird with me. It could reach the top with just a flap of its wings. Why bother with all this hardship?"

Yang Zhuihui said, wiping his sweat.

"It's too conspicuous, it's better to leave it at the inn. If it flies around, Ouyang Feng will definitely run away immediately."

Xia Yao didn't seem tired at all. Looking at Yang Zhuihui sticking out his tongue, Xia Yao couldn't help but laugh and teased, "You're like a little puppy now."

"Yeah, I'm very thirsty, can you let me suckle?"

"Suck what?"

"Breast milk."

Chapter 110, Passionate

"You bastard!"

Xia Yao was so angry that she quickened her pace, leaving Yang Zhuihui there alone.

"Hey, hey, wait for me!"

Yang Zhuihui followed her eagerly.

After crossing a stream, the two had reached the foot of the mountain. After resting for a while, they started to climb the mountain. At this time, their expressions became very serious. This was considered a dangerous area. Ouyang Feng might be secretly watching them.

It took them a full half hour to reach the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain was covered with dense, unnamed old trees, which could provide shade. The two found a clean place to sit down, exhausted and covered in sweat.

Yang Zhuihui kept wiping the sweat from his face, and asked thirstily, "Did you bring any water?"

"No."

After a pause, Xia Yao added, "And no breast milk either!"

Yang Zhuihui was amused by Xia Yao. He glanced at Xia Yao's flushed face and said, "Do you remember the first time we met? I remember your line, 'I am Xia Shaofeng, the Poison Fist,' very clearly. At that time, I thought you didn't look like a man. You were very delicate, but your swollen lips made me think you were ugly."

"Because if I didn't look like that, I wouldn't look like a man."

"It doesn't matter. When I become emperor in the future, you will be my imperial concubine. You can wear silk and satin, and be as beautiful as you want."

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

"Someone like you will never be emperor. Anyway, it's good that you can help Lord Xu eliminate Yan Song and his son and overthrow the Ming Dynasty."

Seeing Xia Yao's disdainful look, Yang Zhuihui laughed out loud and said, "What if that day really comes?"

"You want breast milk? I'll squeeze it for you!"

Xia Yao shouted. Realizing that she had said something wicked, Xia Yao quickly turned her head and pretended not to care as she watched two sparrows chasing each other.

Glancing at Xia Yao's not-so-large breasts, Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "That day will come. Hmm, sitting here is so comfortable, I don't want to get up."

"Don't let it get dark before you can get back, or your confidantes will come looking for you."

Xia Yao stood up, brushed the dust off her bottom, looked around, and pointed to the west, saying, "Let's go down this way."

"Hmm, I hope we'll run into them, but I also don't hope we will. I've been thinking about why Ouyang Feng gave me the fake scriptures, it feels contradictory. I really hope he trusts his son."

Yang Zhuihui got up, lovingly wiping the sword, and followed behind Xia Yao. There wasn't anything pleasing to the eye here, so Yang Zhuihui could only stare at Xia Yao's two swaying buttocks, wishing he could reach out and pinch them a few times!

"I'm a pure person,"

Yang Zhuihui hypnotized himself.

They had been going uphill before, but now they had to go downhill and follow a serpentine path to find Ouyang Feng's trail. The downhill slope was steep, and Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao almost tumbled down several times, but fortunately, they received help from each other at crucial moments.

After searching the mountain for nearly an hour, they still couldn't find any trace of Ouyang Feng. Having only brought a few flatbreads, they had to eat them dry. Yang Zhuihui even asked Xia Yao for breast milk, only to be verbally refused and then tapped several times with a sword scabbard. But Yang Zhuihui's skin was as thick as an iron wall; the more Xia Yao acted this way, the more amused he became, ultimately resulting in a rather large bump on his head.

Full and thirsty, the two continued their search for Ouyang Feng on the mountain.

Looking at the setting sun, a very tired Xia Yao said, "It's about time we went back, otherwise it'll be dark."

"It seems Ouyang Feng isn't on this mountain. Hopefully, the two seniors have some leads,"

Yang Zhuihui stretched and continued, "Let's go back and take a good bath, so we can prepare for tomorrow's battle!"

"I'm not going to bathe with you,"

Xia Yao said, shaking her head.

"Did I say we'd shower together? Or do you actually want to shower with me? If so, I don't mind, but please don't abuse my body,"

Yang Zhuihui said sternly.

"Bastard!"

Xia Yao angrily drew her sword, while Yang Zhuihui took off running.

Perhaps she was too hasty, because Xia Yao tripped and fell after only a few steps.

"Are you alright?"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly ran back to help Xia Yao up and kindly helped her sheath her sword.

"I'm fine."

Xia Yao dusted herself off, but after taking two steps, she cried out again and grabbed Yang Zhuihui's shoulder, whispering, "I think I twisted my ankle."

"Let me rub it for you."

"No need, I can manage myself, I..."

Before Xia Yao could finish speaking, Yang Zhuihui had already taken off her boots.

Holding Xia Yao's delicate foot, looking at the slightly bruised area, Yang Zhuihui carefully massaged it, asking Xia Yao questions while gently twisting her toes, afraid of hurting her.

Finally, Yang Zhuihui carried Xia Yao on his back and slowly walked towards the city.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them. Xia Yao first gazed at the not-too-bright sunset, then stared intently at Yang Zhuihui's face, a happy smile on her lips. But when Yang Zhuihui's hand pinched her buttocks, Xia Yao's happy smile instantly turned fierce, threatening to bite off Yang Zhuihui's ear, which finally made Yang Zhuihui behave a little. It

was past 7 PM when they returned to the Hetu Inn. Learning that the women hadn't eaten yet while waiting for him, Yang Zhuihui felt a warmth in his heart; it seemed they still cared about him!

He had the waiter deliver the food to Wu Sanniang's room, then went to find Huang Laoxie. Learning that they had also found nothing that day, Yang Zhuihui's heart sank. If Ouyang Feng had already left Qiongzhou, what was the point of his aimless search here?

After dinner, Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao wanted to take a bath, but there was only one wooden tub in the room. As a man, Yang Zhuihui felt it was proper to yield, so he let Xia Yao shower first, while he lay wearily on the bed listening to the sound of water.

At this moment, only Xia Yao's head was above water; she closed her eyes and used a towel to dry every part of her body, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped in warm water—it was very pleasant. However, she still glanced at the screen from time to time, afraid that Yang Zhuihui, that lecherous wolf, was peeping.

When Xia Yao's hand touched her labia, she couldn't help but groan, as if she had been electrocuted. She remembered never having felt this way before, but just now it felt like an electric shock. She touched her labia again, and the feeling remained.

Xia Yao seemed to think Yang Zhuihui was peeping at her showering, so she asked, "Yang Guo, what are you doing?"

After a long day of running around, Yang Zhuihui was already asleep; how could he have time to spy on her?

Hearing Yang Zhuihui's snoring, Xia Yao seemed a little annoyed. She didn't know where this annoyance came from, so she used three fingers to rub her private parts. The rubbing speed gradually increased, and Xia Yao's face became more flushed. Her facial expression was also strange, a mixture of pleasure and pain. She knew she shouldn't keep rubbing her sensitive area, but Xia Yao couldn't stop.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Afraid that Yang Zhuihui would hear her moans, Xia Yao reluctantly withdrew her hand. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat. Xia Yao subconsciously smelled her fingers. Besides the floral scent, there was also a pungent smell that she found somewhat repulsive.

"Looks like I'm crazy. Why am I doing this while thinking about that pervert?"

Xia Yao muttered softly.

If Yang Zhuihui wasn't sleeping at this moment, upon hearing this, he would probably rush in and make love to Xia Yao immediately. Xia Yao, who had just finished masturbating, would definitely be conquered by Yang Zhuihui. Unfortunately, Yang Zhuihui was currently playing chess with the Duke of Zhou in his dreams, discussing whether to take off his clothes or draw a turtle after losing.

After washing, Xia Yao stood up, naked in front of the wooden tub. Her tightly closed vulva was quite adorable, without a single pubic hair.

Drying her body with a towel, she glanced at her small but full breasts, unconsciously comparing them to those of the mermaid sisters—they were incomparable!

"Why do men like big ones? It's a burden for them,"

Xia Yao comforted herself.

After drying her upper body, Xia Yao stepped out of the tub and carefully dried her lower body. When the towel touched her vulva, Xia Yao's face flushed again; she seemed to be in heat. No wonder, given how many times Yang Zhuihui had teased her.

Changing into a clean white undershirt, Xia Yao stepped out from behind the screen. Seeing Yang Zhuihui snoring, Xia Yao woke him and told him to take a bath too. Since it was too much trouble to have the waiter change the water, Yang Zhuihui simply used the water Xia Yao had used to bathe; a grown man shouldn't care about such things.

Hiding under the covers, listening to Yang Zhuihui showering, Xia Yao felt her whole body heat up. The scene of her masturbating just now was still floating in her mind. Now Yang Zhuihui was using the water she had used to shower, and Xia Yao was afraid that Yang Zhuihui would discover her embarrassing moment.

After showering, Yang Zhuihui also crawled into bed and sighed, "After a long day, lying like this feels so good."

"Yeah, I think so too. Tell me, what do you mean by women?"

Xia Yao brought up this topic again, a topic that used to give Yang Zhuihui goosebumps, though back then Yang Zhuihui thought Xia Yao was a man.

"Am I good to them?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Very good."

"That's enough. As long as I'm good to them, what's the point of you asking this kind of question? Instead of lecturing you on grand principles, I'd rather show you reality."

"But why can't you try loving only one person?"

Xia Yao asked, her clear eyes fixed on Yang Zhuihui.

“I can’t do it.”

Yang Zhuihui’s gaze deepened as he recalled the warehouse fire he caused while protecting the dolls from *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. He glanced at Xia Yao, smiled, and continued, “I’m not a very faithful person, but I can guarantee I won’t play with women. Women aren’t toys; they’re meant to be loved, loved for their soul and body. And I can love more than one woman, so I can’t be faithful. All I can do is love and protect them. I won’t abandon the first woman because I love the second; that’s not a good man. Nor will I abandon the second woman I love for the first; that’s also not a good man. In my view, a good man is one who can bring happiness to all the women he loves—it’s simple.”

Yang Zhuihui was clearly justifying his polygamy, but Xia Yao listened intently and found his words quite reasonable. Unconsciously, she clung tightly to him, her eyes filled with melancholy, a stark contrast to her usual heroic demeanor.

At this moment, Xia Yao exuded femininity; her flushed cheeks and arched lips captivated Yang Zhuihui. Swallowing hard, Yang Zhuihui, already aroused, suddenly kissed Xia Yao's red lips, sucking them almost frantically.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Xia Yao's eyes widened, weakly pounding against Yang Zhuihui's firm chest. She quickly gave up resisting, her pearly teeth parting, allowing Yang Zhuihui's tongue to invade. Her fragrant tongue was sucked by Yang Zhuihui, making a blushing "cheep cheep" sound.

Chapter 111, A Good Time Interrupted .

When their lips parted, Yang Zhuihui looked tenderly at the dazzling beauty before him. Xia Yao dared not look directly at Yang Zhuihui, constantly avoiding his eyes that seemed to see through her thoughts. Her entire body almost melted in Yang Zhuihui's warm embrace.

“I will love you the same way I love them, so entrust your soul and body to me to cherish.”

Yang Zhuihui uttered what he considered to be a super classic line. He pulled open Xia Yao’s collar and bent down to kiss her snow-white neck.

“No…no…”

Xia Yao whimpered softly.

When Yang Zhuihui’s devilish hand landed on Xia Yao’s left breast, Xia Yao’s moans grew louder. She wanted to stop Yang Zhuihui’s further intrusion, but she had no strength at all, letting Yang Zhuihui’s hand rub her breast, and she felt as if her lower body was beginning to flow with a shameful liquid.

“Brother!”

You Shu suddenly pushed open the door.

Yang Zhuihui, who was about to make love with Xia Yao, was very annoyed. He quickly turned over and asked, "Why aren't you asleep so late?"

You Shu sat on the edge of the bed, put her arms around Yang Zhuihui's neck, and said, "There's a stranger in my room. I'm scared, so I came to sleep with my brother."

Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to speak, Saya also came in. She also looked extremely annoyed and said in a muffled voice, "My arm was bitten this morning, and this time it's..."

Saya sighed, "Anyway, you and the princess have already consummated your marriage. You can sleep with her tonight, but Xia Jun can't..."

When Saya noticed that there was a woman lying inside, she was immediately frightened and exclaimed, "Where's Xia Jun?"

"I'm sorry, I've always been a woman disguised as a man."

Xia Yao said. Only Saya didn't know Xia Yao's true identity.

"Then... then that means..."

Saya pointed at Yang Zhuihui, unable to speak, "You mean... you mean... you let her disguise herself as a man... and then... then you can do that kind of thing every night?"

"Not yet."

Yang Zhuihui said truthfully.

Xia Yao glared at Yang Zhuihui, quickly got out of bed, put on her robe, and said, "I'll sleep with you tonight, let the siblings sleep together."

Saya wanted to question Yang Zhuihui, but Xia Yao pulled her out.

After the door closed, Yushu took off his clothes and got into bed, tightly embracing Yang Zhuihui.

"Where did you bite Saya just now?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Is her name Saya? I didn't know. I thought she was a bad person, so I bit her there, it's so soft."

Yushu had actually bitten Saya's breast?

Yang Zhuihui gasped. He really wanted to run over and comfort her, and also have Saya check his wound.

"Brother, will you stay with me forever?"

Yushu asked.

"Unless brother dies."

You Shu quickly covered Yang Zhuihui's mouth, scolding, "If brother dies, You Shu will die with brother."

After kissing You Shu's palm, Yang Zhuihui let You Shu rest her head on his arm, stroking her smooth, jade-like face, and said, "Don't worry, we will be together forever. Don't think too much, okay?"

"Mmm!"

You Shu nodded vigorously, smiling very sweetly.

Early the next morning, Yang Zhuihui was woken up by a noise. Guo Fu pushed open the door and saw You Shu's bare shoulders covered by a quilt. She assumed that Yang Zhuihui had done something wicked to You Shu last night. Too lazy to care, she loudly asked, "Pervert! Have you seen the two seniors?"

Yang Zhuihui was still a little dazed, looking blankly at the angry Guo Fu, and lazily said, "I'm not their servant, how would I know?"

"Young Master Yang, Miss Xia Yao is also missing!"

Wu Sanniang ran in, looking flustered.

Yang Zhuihui was struck dumb, springing up like a spring. He quickly put on his robe, tightened his belt, and asked, "When did this happen?"

"I just went to Shaye's room. Shaye said she hadn't seen Xia Yao since early this morning, so I came to ask if she was here,"

Wu Sanniang replied.

"Even Huang Yaoshi and Yideng are missing?"

Yang Zhuihui stared at Guo Fu.

Guo Fu nodded vigorously, almost crying, her eyes brimming with tears.

Still confused, Yang Zhuihui wandered around the room like a headless fly, then put on his boots and went to Huang Yaoshi and Yideng's rooms. Seeing that the rooms were very tidy, he went downstairs to ask the innkeeper. The innkeeper only said that he had seen them run out, about half an hour ago.

"Which direction?"

Yang Zhuihui asked again.

The innkeeper thought for a moment and said, "To the left."

"Sanniang, could you please throw down the sword for me?"

Yang Zhuihui gestured.

After getting the dragon-carved sword, Yang Zhuihui ran out.

He ran and asked along the way, managing not to lose track of the three of them.

He ran out of the city in one breath, and looking at the high mountain he had climbed the day before, Yang Zhuihui vaguely sensed something was wrong. He used his lightness skill to increase his running speed.

Yang Zhuihui's biggest worry now was that Xia Yao would be in trouble. If that happened, he truly didn't know how he would face life without Xia Yao. Just as he had told Xia Yao last night, Yang Zhuihui wasn't a monogamous person, but he could assure her that he loved them all!

(Xia Yao, Xia Yao, Xia Yao…)

Running like a madman for a while, Yang Zhuihui was almost exhausted. Suddenly, he heard the sound of clashing weapons ahead. He continued running, and when he saw the horrifying scene, Yang Zhuihui was speechless with shock.

Two people lay on the grassy plain: Huang Yaoshi and Xia Yao, one standing there, covered in bloodstains, their robes tattered. He clutched his chest, looked at Yang Zhuihui, swayed, and collapsed to the ground.

"Xia Yao!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out and rushed over, helping Xia Yao up. He was slightly relieved to see she was still breathing. He then checked her pulse, finding it erratic, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and very unstable. Her face was also bluish; she had clearly been poisoned.

He then checked Huang Yaoshi's nose; he had stopped breathing, and a sharp object had pierced his chest.

Half-dead, Yideng coughed several times, vomiting blood. He sealed several acupoints in his chest and weakly said, "This morning we discovered Ouyang Feng's whereabouts and chased after him with Huang Yaoshi. We never imagined Ouyang Feng was with that man in black from the night before. The two of us combined couldn't defeat them, hence this fate."

"Then why did she come along?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"This benefactor knew we were chasing Ouyang Feng and followed us. She was poisoned as a result. Young hero, please help her to get treatment. This old man will heal his wounds and return on his own later."

As he spoke, Yideng had already sat cross-legged, circulating his internal energy to heal his injuries.

"Please come back with me, Master, otherwise I'm afraid something might happen to you,"

Yang Zhuihui said, already carrying the unconscious Xia Yao in his arms.

"Hehe, I can't walk anymore, you go back first! They've already left, and I don't think they'll come back. I'll go back as soon as I'm done with my meditation. You should take her to get treatment quickly, don't delay."

Looking at Huang Laoxie, who had already passed away, Yang Zhuihui felt extremely bad. He nodded and said, "When we get to the city, I'll send someone to pick up Senior Yideng, and..."

Looking at Huang Laoxie, Yang Zhuihui's breathing became a little heavy, and he said faintly, "Please bury Senior Huang Laoxie here. I don't want Fu'er to be sad anymore."

"Young hero, you have a kind heart. Buddha will bless you,"

Yideng said, his true energy beginning to circulate through his meridians, and wisps of green smoke rose from his head.

Carrying Xia Yao back to the city, Yang Zhuihui spent a gold ingot to hire several镖局 (bodyguard agencies) to go to the outskirts of the city. He instructed them to bury Huang Yaoshi on the spot and escort Yideng back. He himself went to find the best doctor in Qiongzhou City, but after a quarter of an hour of taking her pulse and examining her, the doctor couldn't determine what poison Xia Yao had been poisoned with. Everyone was at a loss and finally had to ask Yang Zhuihui to find another way.

Carrying Xia Yao back to the inn, everyone gathered in the room, looking at Xia Yao, whose face was as pale as paper.

"Young Master Yang, this can't drag on like this. We have to think of something, "

Wu Sanniang said worriedly .

"But even the best doctor here can't say what poison Xia Yao has been poisoned with,"

Yang Zhuihui sighed.

"I heard there's a small island at the southernmost tip of Hainan Island where a strange and eccentric doctor lives. Maybe you could go there and take a look,"

Shaye suggested.

"Really?"

Guo Fu tilted her head.

“Some Japanese pirates once asked him to treat their wounds, but he refused. The pirates threatened to blow up his island. Later, he agreed to treat them, but when the pirates landed on the island, none of them came out. The warships waiting at sea had to leave because of the receding tide. Some people say that the pirates were all killed by the sorcerer. That's all I know,”

Saya replied.

Wu Sanniang nodded and said, “Although I don’t know about the pirates seeking medical help, I do know that there is indeed a mysterious sorcerer in the martial arts world. He doesn’t heal people, he only kills, and he likes to conduct experiments on people’s bodies. He is indeed hiding there, but since he is a sorcerer, we don’t need to look for him.”

“Is he a doctor?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“He is a doctor who can kill.”

Wu Sanniang added.

“Whether he can kill or not, as long as he is a doctor, that’s fine. I’m taking Xia Yao over there now. You wait for me here. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“I want to go with my brother,”

You Shu muttered.

Yang Zhuihui stroked You Shu's black hair and smiled, "There are some places that aren't suitable for you. You have Saya with you, so your brother will be back soon, okay?"

"Yes, You Shu will be very good."

You Shu nodded, still looking reluctant to part with Yang Zhuihui.

"By the way, where are the other two seniors?"

Guo Fu asked hurriedly.

"Senior Yideng will be back soon. Senior Huang has gone somewhere else and probably won't be back. Fu'er, don't worry, Senior Huang's martial arts are so high."

With a smile, Yang Zhuihui carefully picked up Xia Yao, looked at Wu San Niang, and said gently, "San Niang, I'm leaving things here to you. Don't let me down." "

Take care on your journey, Young Master Yang, and come back soon."

"Husband."

Shi Le seemed a little sullen.

Looking at the six of them, Yang Zhuihui felt that he was actually quite happy, at least he had so many confidantes who cared about him.

Entering the room of the Divine Condor, the Divine Condor, which was lying on the ground dozing off, opened its eyes, looked at Xia Yao in Yang Zhuihui's arms, and let out a soft whimper.

He opened the window, mounted the divine eagle, and told it his destination. The eagle flew out the window and sped towards the small island.

Hovering above the island, shrouded in mist, Yang Zhuihui couldn't make out anything even from his vantage point.

A single-plank bridge connected the island to Hainan Island, so Yang Zhuihui had the eagle land in front of it.

Looking at the stone tablet obscured by weeds, he could barely make out the words "No Return," indicating it was a warning to outsiders. But Yang Zhuihui was too anxious to care about such things; he immediately mounted the eagle and had it fly to the other side of the bridge.

Due to the extremely poor visibility, Yang Zhuihui dared not let the eagle traverse the forest recklessly. The man and the bird had to walk, with the eagle following behind.

Chapter 112, The Demonic Doctor's Daughter.

Yang Zhuihui could only see less than twenty steps ahead, nothing but coconut trees. These three-zhang-tall coconut trees looked almost identical, without any difference, not like wild ones, but rather like carefully cultivated by a gardener.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui's vision was still filled with coconut trees, and she began to wonder if she was lost.

Stopping, Yang Zhuihui turned back to look at the divine eagle emitting a faint golden light and said, "Show me the light like before, let me see where we are."

The divine eagle whimpered, its golden wings flapping, and dazzling golden light spread in all directions. Yang Zhuihui's gaze followed the golden light, but all she saw were coconut trees, an endless expanse of coconut trees. Yang Zhuihui's heart sank. She suspected that the so-called demonic doctor had become addicted to eating coconuts, which was why this island was filled with coconut trees. Moreover, Yang Zhuihui suspected that the demonic doctor looked almost like a coconut.

Helpless, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to continue forward.

He didn't know how long he had walked, until his legs ached, before he finally stopped and panted.

The eagle suddenly cried out, sticking out its tongue and looking ahead. Yang Zhuihui didn't know why the eagle was so happy, but its eyesight was better than his, so he continued forward. Upon seeing the log bridge, Yang Zhuihui froze. This was the starting point!

He had walked so aimlessly for so long, only to find himself stuck in the same place. Yang Zhuihui couldn't believe it, but it was the truth, and he could only face this sad reality.

Looking at Xia Yao in his arms, Yang Zhuihui kissed her forehead. Her forehead was burning hot; she seemed to have developed a high fever.

Turning to look at the misty, unknown path, Yang Zhuihui's eyes turned cold as he pondered where he had gone wrong. How could following a straight line lead back to the starting point?

Looking at the coconut tree, Yang Zhuihui once again had the eagle unleash its golden light.

Following the golden light, Yang Zhuihui smiled and muttered to himself, "So that's it, an optical illusion."

After resting for a moment, Yang Zhuihui closed his eyes and walked forward. Only by entering complete darkness could he avoid the visual illusion created by the coconut trees and confirm that he was walking in a straight line.

After walking several dozen steps, Yang Zhuihui's hand touched a coconut tree. Opening his eyes, Yang Zhuihui smiled faintly, passed through the row of coconut trees, and continued to grope forward with his eyes closed. The Divine Eagle followed foolishly behind him, constantly opening its beak and chirping, as if reminding its master that they had strayed from the right path. In fact, Yang Zhuihui was now walking in a straight line, and the Divine Eagle had also been misled by the visual illusion created by the coconut trees and the mist.

Each time his hand touched a coconut tree, Yang Zhuihui would walk through the row of coconut trees, continuing to walk forward with his eyes closed. The divine eagle behind him continued its protective role, always watching ahead, and would cry out if it detected anything strange.

When Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes for the fiftieth time, the coconut trees had disappeared from sight, and he saw a wooden house, with Yang Zhuihui standing outside the fence.

"Guest, you seem to have come too close."

A powerful laugh rang out from inside the house, each word clear and resonating in Yang Zhuihui's mind. It seemed the other party possessed extremely high internal strength and was no ordinary person.

"Excuse me, my friend is suffering from a strange poison, and I have come to seek the help of the Demonic Healer,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

"May I ask how you got here?"

"This junior is presumptuous."

Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "Using fog as a deception, I created a so-called maze by exploiting visual illusions. What the eye sees is indeed a straight line, but these coconut trees are actually offset by a very small arc. Such a small offset wouldn't attract attention, and after walking for a long time, one's sense of direction would become very poor. Senior Demon Doctor used this to make people go in circles, didn't you?" "Hahahaha, you're indeed quite clever, but you're wrong about one thing. If the offset angle is very small, how could you possibly return to the starting point? Without sufficient distance, a small offset angle is meaningless. Hehe, actually, all the coconut trees on this island are arranged according to the art of Qimen Dunjia, forming a series of ominous formations such as Three Stems Entering the Tomb, Nine Stars Reversing, Six Instruments Striking the Formation, and Fire Entering the Hometown of Metal. The fact that you were able to get here shows that there are still loopholes in the formation I set up."

"No, it's just that I'm incredibly lucky. The array set up by the Demonic Healer is truly a marvel of the world,"

Yang Zhuihui said ingratiatingly, glancing at Xia Yao in his arms, hoping the Demonic Healer would agree to treat her in a moment of pleasure.

After waiting for a long time without the Demonic Healer speaking, Yang Zhuihui said, "Please, Demonic Healer, heal her for me."

"Do you know why people in the martial world call me the Demonic Healer?"

"No,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

"Because I only know how to kill, not heal. If you feel lost and have thoughts of suicide, I can help you, but you don't need to come to me to save her."

"I'll agree to any conditions, Demonic Healer, as long as you can heal her!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

The Demonic Healer pondered for a long time before saying, "If you can marry my daughter, I'm willing to help!"

"What!"

Yang Zhuihui thought he had misheard.

"Marry my daughter."

"Of course!"

Yang Zhuihui said excitedly, but then wondered if the Demonic Healer's daughter might be a hybrid of human and beast, born neither human nor beast. Regardless of the circumstances, Yang Zhuihui was willing to try anything to save Xia Yao, even if it meant abandoning his daughter after leaving No Return Island!

"You'd still be willing regardless of what happens to my daughter?"

the Demon Doctor retorted.

"I'd do anything to save her!"

"Heh, young man, you're impulsive. But I'll take that as a yes. Help that girl in first, then I'll take you to see my daughter."

With that, the wooden door opened, revealing a black-haired old man who looked to be in his forties, dressed in coarse cloth, with excellent health, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Silly bird, wait here."

After instructing him, Yang Zhuihui carried Xia Yao inside.

Placing Xia Yao on the bamboo bed, Yang Zhuihui followed the Demon Doctor out of the wooden house, walking along the path behind it. The Demon Doctor remained silent the entire way, making Yang Zhuihui wonder if he was about to be used for biological experiments.

The Demon Doctor suddenly stopped. Before him lay a patch of green grass, barely two inches high, completely separate from the coconut trees. A girl, appearing to be about eighteen years old, dressed in plain clothes, sat kneeling on the grass. Upon seeing the Demon Doctor, she smiled sweetly and softly said, "Greetings, Father."

Her small, flawless face, delicate skin, exquisite features, deep blue eyes as clear as the ocean, and beautiful, flowing rose-colored hair that inspired envy.

She was as still as a virgin, yet as swift as a rabbit.

She was simply a natural beauty!

Looking at her, Yang Zhuihui almost had a nosebleed, but he also felt there was no such thing as a free lunch. He was clearly a Demon Doctor, clearly using humans as experimental subjects; how could he possibly be willing to treat Xia Yao and give away a daughter for free? But this beautiful woman with such an aura was truly drool-worthy! If the Demon Doctor were to order Yang Zhuihui to consummate the marriage with his daughter now, Yang Zhuihui would definitely be so excited that he would grab his penis and rush over to have sex with her.

"This is my daughter, Xu Jue, and this is..."

"My name is Yang Guo,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

The slender Xu Jue slowly rose, curtsied, and said, "Greetings, Young Master Yang."

"After the wedding ceremony, Xu Jue, you and Young Master Yang will be husband and wife, fulfilling my long-cherished wish."

The Demonic Doctor stroked his white beard and said, "Are you sure you will marry my daughter?"

"I am willing!"

Yang Zhuihui said seriously, swallowing hard, already wanting to push this beauty down and have his way with her.

"Father, I'm sleepy, so I won't be able to properly entertain Young Master Yang."

Xu Jue yawned, closed her eyes, and collapsed onto the grass like a log.

Yang Zhuihui almost dislocated his jaw; he had never seen anyone fall asleep so quickly.

"My daughter is good in every way, except she's a little sleepy. In a day of twelve hours, she usually sleeps for more than eleven hours,"

the Demonic Doctor laughed.

"Doesn't that mean she sleeps all day?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

"Judging from your tone, you're not planning to marry my daughter?"

The Demon Doctor's face immediately darkened.

"Marry, marry, I'll marry, I absolutely will. I value my promises very much,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a forced smile.

(Marrying a Sleeping Beauty? That's ridiculous!)

"Young man, I trust you completely. You absolutely cannot do anything to harm my daughter. Because my daughter is a heavy sleeper, you and she can only be husband and wife in name, not in reality. She can't take care of herself, and she can't have children, do you understand?"

The Demon Doctor's hand landed on Yang Zhuihui's shoulder.

Yang Zhuihui's mind flashed back to the image of carrying Xu Jue around, and the thought of his legs having to bear the weight of two people made him want to cry!

"This junior may ask, why has Xu Jue become like this?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"You don't need to know. Let's go, let's go check on that girl's injuries."

Back at the wooden house, the Demon Doctor took Xia Yao's pulse and soon said, "It seems she has been poisoned by the Shangqing Palace's aphrodisiac."

Hearing the words "aphrodisiac," Yang Zhuihui thought he was going to have sex with Xia Yao, and his nose almost bleeded. But what the Demon Doctor said next chilled him to the bone.

"This kind of aphrodisiac is different from ordinary aphrodisiacs. Ordinary aphrodisiacs arouse a person's desire for intercourse, and can only be cured by satisfying her body. But 'Ultimate Pleasure' is different. If you really satisfy someone who is under the influence of 'Ultimate Pleasure,' she will die during continuous intercourse."

"Is there any way to cure it?"

Yang Zhuihui asked hurriedly.

The Demonic Doctor shook his head and said, "Zhong Bu Huan is generally not used on humans because its refining process is extremely complex. It takes at least ten years to refine even a small bottle of Zhong Bu Huan. Therefore, this aphrodisiac is usually used on those who have betrayed the sect and is rarely used externally. So, the person who possesses Zhong Bu Huan must be an important figure in the Shangqing Palace."

The Demonic Doctor glanced at Yang Zhuihui, his gaze sharpening, and said, "If you have offended the people of the Shangqing Palace, I advise you to find a place to live in seclusion, otherwise you won't know when you will die suddenly. Hehe, if you are willing, you can choose to stay in Lai Wu Hui and take good care of my daughter."

"I'm sorry, Senior Demonic Doctor, I cannot agree to that. I have a very important mission. The people of the Ming Dynasty are living in dire straits. Those stinking Taoists in the Shangqing Palace are using alchemy as an excuse to demand power and money. In addition, Yan Song is greedy and ruthless. The Ming Dynasty is already on the verge of collapse. Therefore, I must save the people of the world!"

Yang Zhuihui said resolutely.

"Hehe, I've been living in seclusion for over ten years and have long since lost interest in worldly affairs. Since you're so stubborn, then I'll tell you the only way to save her."

After a pause, the Demon Doctor continued, "It's very simple. Bind her tightly, and the poison will be neutralized in forty-nine days. However, her body must be submerged in water, but you must prevent water from entering her body and causing other illnesses. Therefore, the area under a waterfall is the best choice. Make sure she takes off all her clothes, otherwise the aphrodisiac will be difficult to expel. There's another point you must remember: after she wakes up, you must not let her lie down, otherwise it won't just take forty-nine days to expel the aphrodisiac; it might take a year, or even several years. Only by making her stand can her aphrodisiac be expelled little by little from her vagina."

Chapter 113, Cleverly Using a Drug

Thinking of that scene, Yang Zhuihui felt as if a boulder was pressing down on his heart, making it difficult to even breathe. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your help, Senior Demon Doctor. I will do my best to save her."

"Well, there's something I need to tell you. She should wake up in three days. At that time, the aphrodisiac will invade her entire body, making her more lewd than anyone else. You must control yourself and absolutely not have intercourse with her. Otherwise, you'll enjoy yourself, but she'll go to hell. Remember that,"

the demonic doctor warned.

"I understand,"

Yang Zhuihui replied, unable to smile at all. His mood was heavier than ever before. If it were just ordinary aphrodisiac, Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao could have sex, but it was "Ultimate Unhappiness"...

"This young lady's life is uncertain, so let's consider our previous promise invalid. Actually, I know it's really unfair to you to marry my daughter. Hehe, now that my daughter knows she has a husband, that's enough. Take her and leave this place."

"A man's word is his bond. Since I said I would marry Xu Jue, I will. It's just that the timing isn't right now. When I've achieved great success, I will definitely come with generous gifts to marry Xu Jue!"

Yang Zhuihui patted his chest and said.

"Hehe, it seems you're more loyal and righteous than I thought. I have a Soul-Controlling Pill here. I believe it can cure all poisons, but it can't cure 'Unrequited Love.' Take it with you just in case."

With that, the Demon Doctor held a dark red pill in his hand and handed it to Yang Zhuihui.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I'll take my leave now."

After taking the Soul-Controlling Pill and bowing in thanks, Yang Zhuihui carried Xia Yao out of the wooden house.

"This island is called 'No Return,' young brother. You need to use the incantation to leave, otherwise you will surely die,"

the Demon Doctor shouted.

"It's alright, I have a silly bird. I'll just leave from the sky,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"Hehe, that's a brilliant method,"

the Demon Doctor laughed loudly.

After Yang Zhuihui left, the Demon Doctor regained his composure and muttered to himself, "I don't expect him to come back to marry Xu Jue anymore. His arrival at least gave Xu Jue some hope. In this chaotic world, how long can a hero hold up the sky?"

After placing Xia Yao on the bed, Wu Sanniang brought hot water, wrung out a towel, and handed it to Yang Zhuihui. Seeing Xia Yao unconscious, Wu Sanniang's heart ached. Perhaps to avoid overwhelming her grief, the others simply stood outside the door.

"What did the Demon Doctor say?"

Wu Sanniang asked.

"It can't be explained in a few words."

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's furrowed brows, Wu Sanniang seemed to feel her trip had been fruitless and was even more afraid that something might happen to Xia Yao. Knowing she couldn't help, Wu Sanniang left the room.

At this moment, Yideng entered and whispered, "Brother Yang, I have something to tell you."

"Senior Yideng, what is it?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Yideng, fiddling with his prayer beads, whispered, "The yamen officials just found a corpse in the south of the city. I recognized it as Ouyang Feng."

"He's dead too?"

Yang Zhuihui gasped.

“This old monk also finds it strange, so I ask you, young hero, to come with me to confirm. If it is indeed him, then the whereabouts of the Nine Yin Manual will be unknown, and this old monk will return to Tianzhan Temple to devote himself to cultivation, no longer concerning himself with worldly affairs. Amitabha.”

“Hmm, then I’ll go with you to take a look.”

Leaving Wu Sanniang to look after Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui followed Yideng out.

After spending a few taels of silver, Yang Zhuihui finally saw the corpse, its flesh torn and twisted by golden threads. Upon closer inspection, he confirmed it was Ouyang Feng. With Ouyang Feng dead, the whereabouts of the Nine Yin Manual became a mystery, perhaps already in the hands of the Shangqing Palace.

Zhou Botong, Huang Yaoshi, and Ouyang Feng all died at the hands of the Shangqing Palace; it seems Yang Zhuihui completely underestimated the Shangqing Palace's strength. Perhaps only the Divine Python Sect in the entire world could rival the Shangqing Palace.

Leaving the yamen, Yang Zhuihui felt somewhat lost. He had once feared most that Ouyang Feng would master the Nine Yin Manual and harm the martial arts world. Now that Ouyang Feng was dead, Yang Zhuihui decided to rush to Ruoxian Island as quickly as possible. That secluded island could not only provide the necessary environment for treating Xia Yao, but also allow Yang Zhuihui to practice external martial arts.

Having made up his mind, Yang Zhuihui bid farewell to Yideng and returned to the Hetu Inn.

On the way, Yang Zhuihui encountered Yao Ling'er again. She was still dressed the same, approaching gracefully with a sweet smile.

"Going to buy rouge and powder again?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Young Master Yang, you're quite the joker."

Yao Ling'er's smile grew even sweeter as she softly said, "Ling'er was just out for a stroll, I never expected to run into Young Master Yang. You don't look well, did something unpleasant happen?"

"Hehe, it's nothing. I have some things to attend to, so I won't chat with you any longer. I'll come find you again when I have time."

"Young Master Yang, would you do me the honor of joining me for a chat at the Purple Rose Pavilion? I truly wish to repay you."

Yao Ling'er smiled shyly, her head bowed slightly, occasionally glancing furtively at Yang Zhuihui.

"Alright."

Yang Zhuihui, inexplicably bewitched, agreed, not even knowing what he was thinking.

Entering Yao Ling'er's room, Yang Zhuihui sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the Nine Heavens Jade Pendant.

"Young Master Yang, Ling'er will pour you some tea, please wait a moment."

"Thank you. Oh, by the way, how is your brother? Is he still at the border?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Yao Ling'er paused for a moment, then smiled even more sweetly and nodded, saying, "It's been a long time since I've seen him. He should be doing well, thank you for your concern, Young Master Yang."

"It's nothing, you can go now."

After Yao Ling'er left, Yang Zhuihui took out a sleeping potion from his pocket, uncorked the bottle, shook it to make sure the dosage was sufficient, and then revealed an evil smile.

In Xiyu Village, Yang Zhuihui hadn't inquired about the village chief's family at all. He'd only mentioned it casually, and Yao Ling'er's answer was so fluent, making her identity highly suspicious. Coupled with the blood-stained undergarment, Yang Zhuihui decided to subdue her and interrogate her thoroughly to see if he could extract any useful information.

A moment later, Yao Ling'er entered carrying hot tea.

"It's a little hot, young master, please be careful. I'll close the door."

Yao Ling'er smiled, turned, and closed the door. Leaning against the door, she gazed ambiguously at the dazed Yang Zhuihui and said softly, "Young master Yang, although my body is a little dirty, it's a token of my affection. Please accept it."

With that, Yao Ling'er removed her cloak, revealing two jade-like arms. Her full breasts, still wrapped in a white undergarment, rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

Yao Ling'er clutched her breasts with both hands, murmuring, "My father said I must repay you upon seeing you. Although it's a bit presumptuous... please don't laugh at Ling'er, Young Master Yang. This is the only thing Ling'er can do for the villagers."

"Are you really planning to do this?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Yes."

"I'm a little excited. Let me prepare myself."

Yang Zhuihui patted his chest, turned around, and subtly poured the sleeping potion into the tea. He then turned back, carrying the tea to Yao Ling'er, and said, "Although you are a woman of the pleasure quarters, I admire you. Drink this cup of tea; consider it our wedding."

"Young Master Yang flatters Ling'er. I only seek momentary pleasure, not forever, so let's skip the formalities,"

Yao Ling'er said calmly with a smile.

"Then I'll be going?"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

“Young Master Yang is putting Ling’er in a difficult position. Since you are so determined, I thank you in advance.”

Yao Ling’er bowed and continued, “Then let’s drink a toast together.”

“Here you go, I’ll pour it.”

Yang Zhuihui handed the drugged tea to Yao Ling’er, then turned to pour another cup. With his back to Yao Ling’er, Yang Zhuihui added a little more drug to the tea, so both cups were now drugged.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to clink glasses with Yao Ling’er, she said, “These are actually phoenix and luan cups. Ling’er’s cup is luan, and yours is phoenix, so we have to switch.”

“Hehe, quite a few rules.”

Yang Zhuihui smiled and switched cups with Yao Ling’er. They crossed their hands and drank the tea. Watching Yao Ling’er drink the tea in one gulp, Yang Zhuihui suddenly let go, and the cup fell to the ground with a jarring sound.

“I’m sorry, I got too excited.”

Yang Zhuihui said with a forced smile.

"It's alright, Ling'er, go get another cup."

Yao Ling'er licked her lips, which, moistened by the tea, were incredibly alluring. Her eyes were suggestive, and her breasts, hidden beneath her bodice, seemed ready to burst forth. If not for the bodice, her breasts would have been even fuller.

In front of Yao Ling'er, Yang Zhuihui drank the freshly poured tea, then excused himself to use the restroom and ran out.

After waiting a moment in the corridor, assuming the drug had taken effect, Yang Zhuihui strode back in. Sure enough, Yao Ling'er was already lying motionless on the bed. Yang Zhuihui nudged her, confirming she was unconscious, then untied her bodice and yanked it open. Her breasts sprang out, rising and falling with her breath. The two nipples, each the size of a little finger, were surrounded by pale areolas, stimulating Yang Zhuihui's lust.

(Whoever you are, fuck me first!)

Yang Zhuihui, already aroused by Yao Ling'er, made her kneel on the ground, tore off her thin skirt, and looked at the full mound of flesh between her two white and tender buttocks. Yang Zhuihui seemed to hear them calling for his invasion. He took out his fully erect penis, pressed his hand to spread Yao Ling'er's labia, and looked at the lewd flower squeezed together deep in her honey hole. He never imagined that a prostitute's hole could be so narrow and pink. This aroused his urge to explore even more. Swallowing his saliva, Yang Zhuihui's hand kept rubbing her vulva.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Although she had already fainted, Yao Ling'er's sensory organs were still functioning perfectly, so when her honeypot was stimulated by Yang Zhuihui's demonic hand, she instinctively let out a moan.

Hearing Yao Ling'er's moans, Yang Zhuihui swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

He rubbed his penis against Yao Ling'er's honeypot a few times, then thrust hard, inserting the glans into Yao Ling'er's warm and moist honeypot. This honeypot was like a mouth full of lustful fluids, sucking on his penis, making Yang Zhuihui shiver several times from pleasure.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Hearing Tiao Ling'er's slightly painful moans, Yang Zhuihui's sadistic desire intensified. He thrust forcefully, inserting his penis halfway, but encountered an obstacle. Yang Zhuihui exerted slight force, but couldn't find a way forward. After several thrusts, Yang Zhuihui felt a fleshy hook rubbing against him, which felt very comfortable. However, this depth was impossible to reach the end, and no matter how long a man's penis was, it could be inserted entirely, at most reaching the uterus. But looking at the part of his penis still sticking out, Yang Zhuihui was puzzled.

Yang Zhuihui pulled out his penis, looking at the pink honey hole that was constantly oozing lustful fluid, and inserted his penis again, not by directly shoving it in as before, but by pressing his penis against the vaginal walls as he advanced. To Yang Zhuihui's surprise, the angle of insertion was very different from before. It felt like it was inserted at an angle, but it was inserted entirely.

Remembering the famous acupoints his master had once introduced, Yang Zhuihui exclaimed with joy: "So it's the Phoenix Nodding, one of the twelve famous acupoints. No wonder I couldn't find the path."

Chapter 114, Running Away After the Facts.

The Phoenix Nodding type of vaginal opening is narrow. After passing this barrier, soon there will be a drooping fleshy hook the size of a grain of rice. After passing the fleshy hook, you can reach the unusually wide clitoris, which is slightly tilted. Because of its slightly tilted structure, the penis must be inserted at an angle downwards. You can't just blindly rush in, otherwise you won't be able to enter the fortress. As long as you carefully insert the penis downwards at an angle, and have the woman's legs tightly clamped, you can charge towards the clitoris in one go. You will definitely hit the target and find the wonderful spot. This way, the woman will definitely be overjoyed and let out a satisfied cry. The reason why this kind of vagina is precious is the effect of the fleshy hook. Once you reach orgasm, the fleshy hook will generate suction, leading the man into a dream world.

Remembering the wonder of the jade Phoenix Nodding, Yang Zhuihui began to thrust vigorously.

Slap, slap, slap...

"Ugh...ugh..."

Yao Ling'er's expression was pained, her eyebrows furrowing intermittently, yet she remained unconscious. Her breasts, pressed against the bed, swayed back and forth with her body, causing the entire bed to shake with Yang Zhuihui's thrusts, threatening to collapse.

The faster and more intense the thrusting, the more pleasurable Yang Zhuihui felt. His penis rubbed against the glans, delivering an unprecedented sexual experience. Seemingly unable to hold back his ejaculation, Yang Zhuihui thrust with all his might, bringing the unconscious Yao Ling'er to orgasm before he even ejaculated. The penis moved even faster, and her vagina contracted tightly, constantly sucking on Yang Zhuihui's penis.

"Even unconscious, you're still so horny!"

Yang Zhuihui groaned, increasing his thrusting speed even further. His thick penis pumped busily, and with a jolt, Yang Zhuihui, already unable to hold back his ejaculation, thrust forcefully, almost wanting to shove his testicles into Yao Ling'er's vagina.

"It felt so good!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted, shivering as his hot semen shot deep into her honey pot.

Lying on top of Tiaoling'er, he waited until his penis softened and slid out of her honey pot before reluctantly standing up.

Seeing Yao Ling'er's constantly contracting, voluptuous flesh and the thick, white semen being squeezed out, Yang Zhuihui grinned wickedly. After getting dressed, feeling the urge to urinate, Yang Zhuihui went outside, intending to return and interrogate Yao Ling'er later.

He ran to the outside of the Purple Rose Pavilion, found a secluded spot to urinate, and then returned. Reaching Yao Ling'er's room, Yang Zhuihui was about to push open the door when he heard a noise inside. Realizing Yao Ling'er was awake, Yang Zhuihui didn't dare breathe.

"You tried to steal a chicken but lost your rice! Yang Zhuihui, I will definitely kill you! How dare you defile this Empress's body!"

(The Empress?

Approaching him as a prostitute, and now calling herself an Empress? If she really is an Empress, then Yang Zhuihui has slept with the emperor's woman...)

Knowing this was no place to linger, Yang Zhuihui tiptoed out of the Purple Rose Pavilion and ran quickly towards the River Map Inn.

It was best to leave Qiongzhou City, this dangerous place!

His purpose in coming to Qiongzhou City was to find Ouyang Feng and retrieve the Nine Yin Manual. Now that Ouyang Feng had been killed by the Shangqing Palace, the Nine Yin Manual was probably in their hands. Yang Zhuihui saw no need to stay here, so he decided to set off for Ruoxian Island.

Yang Zhuihui summoned the six beauties and explained the current situation to them . He told them to pack up and leave as soon as possible, otherwise, if the so-called empress came to cause trouble, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't be able to leave.

Yang Zhuihui had originally planned to have Xia Yao take Guo Fu home after the matter in Qiongzhou was settled, but now that Xia Yao was still unconscious from poisoning and the journey was too far, Yang Zhuihui couldn't let Guo Fu travel north alone, so he had to take her with him.

The six beauties arrived at the room of the Divine Eagle, while Yang Zhuihui went downstairs to pay the bill, and then carried Xia Yao inside.

The Divine Eagle flew out of the window first, and the beauties climbed onto its back one by one.

"Give me the sword,"

Wu Sanniang said, extending her hand.

Yang Zhuihui handed the Dragon-Carved Sword to Wu Sanniang, then hugged Xia Yao tightly and climbed up. Following the instructions of the South Sea Divine Nun, Yang Zhuihui and his group flew towards Ruoxian Island.

Ruoxian Island was located south of the Seven Oceans Continent, east of Shixing Shitang, a completely isolated island. Due to the turbulent undercurrents around Ruoxian Island, no ship had ever dared to approach it for hundreds of years, hence it was often called "Dead Island." Fortunately, they had the Divine Eagle, a high-level flying tool; otherwise, navigating those undercurrents would have been quite a challenge for Yang Zhuihui.

Enjoying the sea breeze, Yang Zhuihui didn't feel particularly comfortable. Looking at Xia Yao in his arms, who seemed about to open her eyes but couldn't, Yang Zhuihui felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, causing him unbearable pain.

The thought of leaving Xia Yao naked under a waterfall for forty-nine days, and having to prevent her from masturbating, was terrifying. Until... Xia Yao awoke, realizing who had poisoned her with the aphrodisiac "Zhong Bu Huan" (meaning "Never to be Happy"). Yang Zhuihui vowed to tear him to pieces! After

flying for an unknown amount of time, Guo Fu, who had been silent all along, suddenly called out, "Hey, isn't that island?"

Everyone looked in the direction of her voice and saw a small island covered in lush greenery two nautical miles away. It was at least three times larger than the Demon Doctor's Lai Wu Hui Island, and all they could see was green; there wasn't even a beach.

The closer they flew, the less they could see the island's terrain, likely due to its camouflage-like green covering.

Most islands have sandy beaches, but Ruoxian Island was surrounded by sheer cliffs; unless one possessed exceptional lightness skills, it was impossible to reach the island.

Hundreds of seagulls were flying leisurely around the cliffs. Upon seeing the Divine Eagle, a divine bird radiating holy light, the seagulls didn't avoid it. Instead, they flew over as if they had found their master, circling the eagle and calling out joyfully.

"Oh no, I can't take a bath!"

Shi Le groaned. She had thought she could soak in the water every day after arriving at Ruoxian Island, but who knew she was surrounded by cliffs?

"Sister, don't worry, look ahead,"

Xiao Yue smiled, holding her sister's hand.

Only then did Shi Le notice a clear spring cascading down the cliff, like a silver river hanging in the sky. The water, combined with the sea breeze, washed over them, making everyone feel more refreshed.

The Divine Eagle let out a cry and immediately increased its flying altitude, passing over the waterfall and appearing on Ruoxian Island.

Looking at the river that seemed to run through the entire island, Shi Le was incredibly excited, wishing she could jump in immediately and wash her somewhat dry skin. For her, He couldn't stand not being in the water for several hours.

Everywhere he looked were towering ancient trees, making it impossible to get a full view of the Immortal Island's terrain. It seemed he had no choice but to land first. He patted the eagle's head , and it flew to the clear river.

Shi Le jumped down first, squatting on the riverbank like a refugee, watching the fish swimming happily. Shi Le not only wanted to bathe but also catch a few to roast. Looking to his left, he saw that the river ended at a cliff; if he were swept away, he would probably never return. Thinking of this, Shi Le couldn't help but shudder.

“Young Master Yang, this island is very high, and there’s a stream flowing through it. It really must be a fairy island,”

Wu Sanniang said.

“Now we need to find the Four Young Masters of Lingxiao. Haven’t you seen them?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“Before Master accepted you as her disciple, she never mentioned that she had other disciples. That’s when I found out, so I haven’t seen them,”

Wu Sanniang explained.

“What? Yang Zhuihui and Aunt Ye are from the same sect?”

Guo Fu exclaimed.

“That’s not important. The priority now is to find a way to save Xia Yao.”

Looking at the deep, secluded Linwen Mountain Road ahead, Yang Zhuihui continued, “If we walk upstream along this river, we should be able to find something. After all, everyone needs water.”

“Brother, it’s so beautiful here,”

Yu Shu exclaimed, looking at the seagulls circling above her head. She reached out her hand, and a playful seagull landed on her palm, tilting its head to look at her.

Just then, footsteps sounded ahead, and everyone turned to look.

The rustling of footsteps on the fallen leaves was very clear. As they approached, a little girl who looked no more than ten years old came into view. The girl only reached Yang Zhuihui’s chest, dressed in white, her long, wavy black hair swaying slightly as if being pulled. Her neatly trimmed bangs just past her eyebrows, below which were a pair of starry eyes that revealed a coldness.

As the little girl drew closer, Yang Zhuihui realized that she was barefoot.

"Junior brother, junior sister, I am Chuyu, one of the Four Chuyu. Please show me your sect leader's token."

Chuyu chuckled, a hint of disdain in her dark pupils.

Yang Zhuihui then took out the token he had kept at the bottom of his bundle. After confirming it was genuine, Chuyu said, "Welcome. It seems there are quite a few more of you."

"How old are you?"

Guo Fu asked, seemingly finding this little girl rather presumptuous.

“Eighteen,”

Chu Yu said, turning around. “A sister is waiting for you. Please follow me. There are many strange beasts in this forest, so please stay close. If you get separated from the group, you will be eaten.” Following behind Chu Yu, Yang Zhuihui couldn’t believe she was actually eighteen years old. Eighteen years old in age, but her body was still that of a ten-year-old? But it wasn’t bad, at least she looked quite like a loli. Looking at her little butt, Yang Zhuihui actually felt lustful towards her. After all, she was one of the Four Chu. According to his master’s instructions, Yang Zhuihui had come to Ruoxian Island not only to cultivate external skills but also to have intercourse with them. He had known this for a very long time, so Yang Zhuihui subconsciously thought that this loli would come to him on her own, but she was a bit cold.

After walking upstream along the river for a while, a white tiger with piercing eyes suddenly leaped in front of Chuyu. Amidst the screams of the beauties, Chuyu reached out and touched its forehead, murmuring something. The white tiger then jumped away like a kitten.

"As obedient as a silly bird,"

Yang Zhuihui muttered, the divine eagle behind him constantly sticking out its tongue, indeed looking somewhat foolish.

"The creatures of Ruoxian Island, except for a very few who obey us, are mostly ferocious. You're lucky you only encountered this little kitten,"

Chuyu said, turning around before continuing on her way.

After walking a few steps, a thousand-year-old giant python suddenly swooped down from above, its triangular, venomous eyes fixed on Chuyu, revealing a fierce glint.

"And this one?"

Guo Fu asked, "Could it be a little mudskipper?"

"I was bitten by it once and almost died,"

Chuyu said without flinching or fear. With a flick of her sleeve, a golden spinning top slid out and landed steadily in her palm, her middle finger wrapped in white silk.

*Chirp!*

The thousand-year-old python darted towards Chuyu like lightning, but Chuyu gracefully swung her golden top: "Go! Spin!"

Chuyu shouted.

The golden top spun rapidly, emitting a piercing sound. The divine eagle, with its extremely keen hearing, cried out in alarm and retreated several steps, its head tucked under its golden wings.

The spinning top flew into the thousand-year-old python's gaping maw, and with its scream, the spinning top pierced its head before flying towards Chuyu. (Chapter 115, May

26th) Chuyu stared intently at the thousand-year-old python, flicked her jade hand forward, and white silk curved and wrapped around the spinning top. With a lightning-fast retraction, the spinning top flew into Chuyu's sleeve, and the thousand-year-old python collapsed to the ground. "Let's go," Chuyu said calmly, and continued walking forward. Looking at the thousand-year-old giant python, Chu Yu remained so calm, and she even concealed a hidden weapon that looked like a toy but was extremely lethal. It seemed that it wouldn't be easy for Yang Zhuihui to take down the four Chu Yu. If Chu Yu, who came to pick them up, was so capable, then were the remaining three even more extraordinary? As the group turned a corner, they saw a waterfall cascading down from above. Yang Zhuihui could see it very clearly with his naked eye; this stream of water was definitely falling from the sky, with nothing above it! Seeing them all stop and stare at this strange sight, Chu Yu coldly said, "This is the Heavenly Immortal Spring, the water source of Ruoxian Island. This is also the center of Ruoxian Island, and the water flows in four directions. If you want to bathe, try to stay nearby and don't go too far down, otherwise you'll be swept into the sea. Also, the farther you go, the more strange beasts you'll encounter, including in the water. This is my advice to you." Glancing at Yang Zhuihui, Chu Yu became even more disdainful, saying, "Don't look at me like that. My body belongs to you, but my soul is not yours." Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui was speechless. Did Chu Yu know what she was thinking? "We, the Four Chu of Lingxiao, each have a famous acupoint. A few days ago, Master sent a message by carrier pigeon, instructing us to give you our services. Master's order is not our wish." With a cold snort, Chu Yu continued walking forward. With a sour face, even if they were famous acupoints, Yang Zhuihui felt they were tasteless to enjoy, like an inflatable doll. A moment later, they arrived at an antique-style four-story wooden pavilion. A mature woman in black was drawing her bow, looking upwards. "This is Sister Chuyan," Chuyu introduced. "Hit!" Chuyan shouted, and the arrow whistled through the air, first sending hundreds of green leaves falling, then a scream of pain from a living creature. A white-furred monster, resembling both a pig and a rabbit, fell, nearly hitting Yang Zhuihui on the head. Looking at the white-furred monster pierced through the chest, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but admire Chuyan's shooting skills. "Young Master Yang, I am Chuyan." Chuyan smiled sweetly, walking slowly towards him, her two large breasts heaving up and down, roughly estimated to be G-cup. Reaching Yang Zhuihui, Chuyan bent down to pick up her prey, her collar open, revealing a third of her large breasts, almost causing Yang Zhuihui's nose to bleed. What surprised Yang Zhuihui even more was that she wasn't wearing a bellyband! Seizing her prey, Chu Yan whispered in Yang Zhuihui's ear, "Does Young Master Yang want my backyard?" Anal sex? Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard, but pretended to be serious, saying, "Could you arrange a place for us to stay?" Chu Yan's hand stroked Yang Zhuihui's crotch, grabbing his already erect penis, and she smiled slightly, turning around to say, "Sisters, please stay on the fourth floor. That's reserved for guests. We don't have beds here, so you'll have to sleep on the floor, but don't worry, there are blankets." "According to Master 's instructions, the second floor is where the four of us 'Chu Yan' rest, the third floor is for this lecherous wolf, and the fourth floor is for you. If the lecherous wolf has any physical needs, he can come to the second floor to find the four of us at any time," Chu Yu said coldly, pushing open the bamboo door and entering. "Hehe, Sister Chu Yu is still young, she probably thinks having sex with Young Master Yang is a terrible thing, that's why she's like this. Please go and see where you'll stay first," Chu Yan smiled and went inside as well. “I find you increasingly disgusting,” Guo Fu said disdainfully. “Yang Jun, what’s going on? You didn’t say you came here to do *that* with four women!” Saya complained. Minagawa Yuuki tugged at Yang Zhuihui’s sleeve, muttering, “Brother, you can’t forget your sister now that you have them. Your sister still wants to marry you.” “Fu’er, let’s go take a look.” Wu Sanniang grabbed Guo Fu’s hand and ran inside. “Husband, can my sister and I go play in the river?” Shi Le asked. She seemed completely unconcerned about who Yang Zhuihui was having sex with; what she cared about most was when she could enjoy the kiss of the spring water. “None of you can go while I’m gone. Settle down first; there are still many things we don’t understand!” Yang Zhuihui said, then led them inside. The room on the fourth floor was very simply furnished, similar to those in Japan, except for an extra screen for changing clothes. Ten quilts were neatly folded in the spacious room. The women were tidying up the bedding, while Yang Zhuihui placed Xia Yao on the quilt Wu Sanniang had spread out, stroking her flushed face. Yang Zhuihui's heart was constantly in his throat, fearing something might happen to Xia Yao. "I'm sorry you'll have to endure this hardship these days," Yang Zhuihui said. Wu Sanniang put the dragon-carved sword aside, smiled sweetly, and said, "How could I? It's not like you're enjoying yourself, Young Master Yang. You're staying in the same place as us. Besides, Young Master Yang, you need to focus on your cultivation. You can't let your master's good intentions go to waste. Once you've completed your major cultivation, everything will be easy for you. At that time, you mustn't forget your promise to your master—to become a reigning lecherous emperor." "Mmm." Looking at Wu Sanniang's shy yet charming mature face, Yang Zhuihui really wanted to press her down and make love to her. But with so many people in the room, he had to put his beautiful desires aside for now. Watching them tidy up the room, Yang Zhuihui went down to the third floor, knocked on the door, and went in after receiving permission. The room was empty except for Chuyu, who was wiping a blood-red rapier. "Chuyu, you have two weapons?" Yang Zhuihui asked.

"She's not here, why are you looking for her?"

"Aren't you Chuyu?"

Yang Zhuihui asked doubtfully.

"Are you looking for me? You pervert."

Chuyu's voice suddenly came from behind Yang Zhuihui. He turned around abruptly, and the person in front of him was indeed Chuyu. So...

looking at the loli wiping her sword, and then at Chuyu in front of him, they looked exactly alike. It seemed they were twins.

"Pervert, hehe, it seems you are Yang Zhuihui, who is going to have sex with us."

"And who are you?"

"My name is Chuzhi, and I am Chuyu's twin. I am the older sister, and she is the younger sister."

Chuzhi answered. Although they were twins, their personalities were completely different. If Chuzhi and Chuyu were the same, then Yang Zhuihui would be killed by these twins.

"Excuse me, does the last one look exactly like Chuyan?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Hehe, it seems you are quite smart."

Chuzhi put her sword aside, stood up and walked towards Yang Zhuihui, looking him up and down, and asked: "When do you plan to have sex with us? Now, or...?"

"Sister! Don't say such disgusting things!"

Chuyu said angrily.

"This is our fate, Chuyu, we can't change it."

Chuzhi seemed somewhat sad.

"I want to understand the Lingxiao Sect first, because my main purpose here is to practice martial arts, not to have sex."

Yang Zhuihui said seriously.

"The most important thing in martial arts practice is sex. When Sister Chushan returns, she will take you to the Asura Cave."

Chuzhi placed her hand on Yang Zhuihui's chest, smiled slightly, and said, "Heartbeat, very good."

Yang Zhuihui was a little confused, feeling that all of them were a bit strange.

"Sister Chushan seems to be back too."

Chuzhi withdrew her hand, walked to the window, stuck her head out, and called out, "Sister Chushan, he's arrived." "Tell him to come down, I'm taking him to the Asura Cave."

"Let's go."

Chuyu said coldly.

Following Chuyu out of the pavilion, Yang Zhuihui saw Chushan and Chuyan, dressed in black, standing side by side. Their bodies were fully developed, and their huge breasts, even larger than the mermaid sisters', attracted Yang Zhuihui's gaze. Yang Zhuihui subconsciously glanced at Chuyu's chest; it had no curves at all, indicating she hadn't started developing yet. No wonder she looked like a ten-year-old despite being eighteen.

"Chuyan, go help them. Make sure you take good care of them. Chuyu, you and Chuzhi prepare food; the guests must be hungry. Young Master Yang and I are going to the Shura Cave so he can familiarize himself with the Lingxiao Sect's martial arts,"

said Chushan, who looked a few years older than Chuyan.

Chuyan smiled and went over, saying, "I've put the game in the east kitchen; add plenty of seasoning."

"I will,"

Chuyu nodded, then went inside with Chuyan, while Yang Zhuihui followed Chushan to the Shura Cave. Chushan

remained silent the whole way. Yang Zhuihui wanted to strike up a conversation, so he asked, "How long have you been apprenticed to the Divine Nun?"

"We've lived here since we were little; she's like our foster mother,"

Chushan replied.

"It seems Master has always been compassionate,"

Yang Zhuihui remarked.

"Perhaps."

Chu Shan frowned, glanced back at the somewhat brazen Yang Zhuihui, and asked, "How did you become Master's disciple?"

"It was unexpected, I can't really explain it. Oh, by the way, does Master also know a man named Wu Santong? He was once known as the Night Demon."

"I don't know, Master rarely comes back, and she doesn't tell us about things outside."

"Why doesn't she take you out?"

"We never question Master's decisions; we just do our duty."

Seeing that Chu Shan seemed reluctant to talk, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to shut up.

After crossing a small river and walking along a slope for a long time, the two arrived at the entrance of the Shura Cave. Led by Chu Shan, Yang Zhuihui entered this crystal-encrusted Shura Cave.

Stone tablets appeared from time to time inside the cave, covered with characters that Yang Zhuihui didn't recognize. The further they went in, the more stone tablets there were. In the depths, however, there were no stone tablets to be found; instead, the walls were covered with human figures and martial arts moves carved in relief.

Before they reached the end, Chu Shan stopped and turned to look at Yang Zhuihui, saying, "Almost all the unique skills of the Lingxiao Sect are here. They are divided into three categories: governance, martial arts, and sexual intercourse. According to Master's instructions, you must learn all three to lay the foundation for practicing the seventh, eighth, and ninth forms of the Lustful Dragon. Master also instructed that before you have mastered all the unique skills here, you are only allowed to practice up to the sixth form of the Lustful Dragon Nine Forms."

To be honest, Yang Zhuihui was very lazy. He had only read the first three forms of the Lustful Dragon Nine Forms secret manual bestowed upon him by the South Sea Divine Nun, and hadn't even looked at the remaining six.

After spinning around for a moment, looking at the martial arts moves that were becoming increasingly clear under the glowing crystal, Yang Zhuihui asked, "How many principles of governance, martial arts moves, and sexual positions are there here?"

"The three classic texts of governance: *Six Secret Teachings*, *Three Strategies*, and *The Book of Changes*; two sword techniques: Frost and Snow Flying Sword and Garan Asks the Buddha; two palm techniques: Tendon-Treating Ghost Claw and Sky-Shattering Strike; the Hundred-Step Piercing Leg Technique and the Eagle Soaring in the Clear Sky Lightness Skill. As for sexual positions, there's only the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique."

After a pause, Chushan added, "Of course, those sword techniques, palm techniques, leg techniques, or footwork can be further subdivided. Let's talk about those after you've grasped the outline, I'm afraid you won't remember them."

"I already can't remember them all,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled dryly, asking, "Master, are you trying to train me into an all-around talent?"

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. "We're just following Master's instructions. Of course, if you feel it's inappropriate, you can bring it up."

"Not yet, I'll tell you when I do. By the way, where is the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique?"

Yang Zhuihui asked curiously.

"Here."

Chu Shan continued walking forward, taking a dozen steps before pointing to the wall. "This is the Yin-Sucking Heart Method, which differs from the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon. The Yin-Sucking Heart Method can strengthen the male body, but it can harm the female body. With diligent practice, the male body can become invulnerable. The Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon, on the other hand, is a secret technique for dual cultivation."

"So, if I practice the Yin-Sucking Heart Method with you, your bodies will not be able to handle it and you might even die, right?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Master instructed us, so we must practice with you. Please don't ask so many questions."

"Why is everything just Master's instruction? Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed, feeling that the four of them were simply sex tools, not human beings at all.

"It was indeed Master's instruction. Sect Leader, you don't need to worry. We Four Heroes are physically stronger than most, so you can cultivate using our bodies without any problems. If you don't believe me, Sect Leader, we can start cultivating now, and Chushan will prove it to you with her actions."

With that, Chushan untied the black silk cloth tied around her waist. With a shudder, the black garment tightly wrapped around her body fell to the ground, revealing a mature body to Yang Zhuihui. She wasn't even wearing a bodice or underpants, only that thin black garment covering her body.

It seems the Four Heroes don't have the habit of wearing underwear!

Chu Shan walked lightly towards Yang Zhuihui, her large breasts jiggling, drawing his gaze like a magnet. What surprised him even more was her smooth, hairless vulva, her labia tightly closed.

Reaching him, Chu Shan grasped his hand and pressed it to her nipple, saying, "Chu Shan's jade is pouring down like a torrential downpour. The sect leader can enjoy it however he wishes—lying down, kneeling, prone, sitting—anything is fine. Please give the order." Yang Zhuihui's hand

trembled slightly. Chu Shan's breasts were incredibly smooth and felt wonderful to the touch. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her large breasts rose and fell with her breath.

Yang Zhuihui withdrew his hand and turned, saying, "Put your clothes on."

"But..."

"This is the sect leader's order; you must obey!"

Yang Zhuihui raised his voice.

"Chu Shan obeys."

A somewhat bewildered Chu Shan had no choice but to put on her clothes.

Turning back again, Yang Zhuihui looked at Chu Shan's two pink, swollen labia as she bent down to pick up her clothes. He really wanted to pry them open and insert his already erect penis, but for some reason, he felt a pang of heartache. He felt that the four girls had such low self-awareness, as if they were specially trained by their master to have sex with him.

Recalling Wu Santong's unfinished words before his death, Yang Zhuihui felt that he didn't fully understand his master. This worry prevented him from having sex to satisfy his lust as before. Otherwise, he could have easily pushed this beauty to the ground and fucked her wildly.

"What about now?"

Chu Shan asked, having finished tying the silk cloth.

Yang Zhuihui looked into the depths of the Asura Cave and asked, "What's in there?"

"Almost to the bottom. There's nothing in there, just piles of crystals."

"Let's go."

"The sect leader hasn't seen those yet."

"I'm not in the mood now. Let's wait until I'm in a better mood."

Yang Zhuihui turned back and smiled, then quickened his pace. Before, Chu Shan had led the way, but now it was Yang Zhuihui who was leading.

"Sect Leader..."

Chu Shan's eyes widened as she watched Yang Zhuihui's retreating figure, seemingly confused as to why he wouldn't sleep with her.

Back in the pavilion, the meal was ready. After eating, Yang Zhuihui stayed with the still-unconscious Xia Yao. According to the Demon Doctor, Xia Yao wouldn't wake up until the day after tomorrow, and Yang Zhuihui would take her to the Heavenly Immortal Spring, where she would be naked and bathed in its waters. To prevent her from masturbating, he would have to tie her up.

Forty-nine days was truly long...

Third floor.

Chu Shan looked at the other three and said, "As Master instructed, we must make the Sect Leader practice the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique. In the Asura Cave, I stripped naked and tried to have intercourse with the Sect Leader, but he refused. Do you have any ideas on how to get the Sect Leader to agree?"

"Sister Chu Shan, since he doesn't like it, let's give up. We have no obligation to do so, and Master..."

"Shut up!"

Chu Shan snapped. Chu Yu had no choice but to remain silent, pulling Chu Zhi's hand.

Seeing that Chu Yu seemed about to cry, Chu Shan explained, "We were raised by our master, and now it's time to repay her. Only when the sect leader successfully cultivates the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique will our mission be complete."

"But I don't want to die!"

Chu Yu bit her thin lips, turned her head, and ran out.

"Chu Yan, go and watch over Chu Yu, don't let her do anything foolish,"

Chu Shan gestured.

"Okay."

After Chu Yu and Chu Yan left, Chu Shan took Chu Zhi's hand and said, "You've never been one to talk much, what's your opinion on this?" "

Whatever my sister says, I'll do. Chu Zhi is very obedient,"

Chu Zhi said with a smile.

"Thank you, then we must find a way to get the sect leader to have intercourse with us."

"But Chuzhi thinks it's not appropriate now. It's not too late to learn about intercourse after the sect leader has mastered governance and martial arts. As Sister Chuyu said, if we die from the sect leader's Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, how will we know that the sect leader has completed governance and martial arts? So it's better to wait a while. This is Chuzhi's humble opinion, I hope you won't laugh at me, sister."

"What you said makes a lot of sense, let's leave it at that for now."

Yang Zhuihui stayed with Xia Yao all afternoon, even refusing Chushan's request to enter the Asura Cave to cultivate. He would only be willing to enter the Asura Cave again after Xia Yao woke up.

For the next two days, Yang Zhuihui hardly left the house. When Shile wanted to take a bath, he had Sichu accompany her, while he stayed by Xia Yao's side the whole time. Yang Zhuihui also asked Sanniang to cook porridge and feed it to her little by little, but she vomited most of it up.

To ensure Xia Yao wouldn't die from exhaustion, Yang Zhuihui, disregarding everyone's advice, channeled some of his true energy into Xia Yao's body to maintain her vitality.

Early the next morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the dense forest, Yang Zhuihui was already awake. You Shu was fast asleep, clinging to his neck. Yang Zhuihui carefully removed her hand, kissed her flushed cheek, and got up to dress.

Pushing open the bamboo door on the fourth floor, he found Shi Le and Xiao Yue gone, apparently off playing in the water. They had been enjoying going out early these past two days, and despite the four chicks accompanying them, Yang Zhuihui was still a little worried about them. Wu Sanniang was dressing Guo Fu, while Sha Ye was fast asleep, drool dripping from her mouth.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to speak, the Divine Eagle poked its head in through the window, growling excitedly. Yang Zhuihui gestured for it to be quiet, and the eagle fell silent. It now sleeps on the roof. Whenever Yang Zhuihui goes upstairs, it hangs upside down outside like a bat. Luckily, the attic is sturdy enough, otherwise it would have collapsed long ago.

"It hasn't woken up yet,"

Wu Sanniang said worriedly.

"Today is the third day. It should wake up by now."

Yang Zhuihui touched Xia Yao's forehead. It was still so hot, her breathing was very rapid, and she was covered in sweat.

"Did Xiaoyue and Shile go to the river?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Yes, Shile said her skin was dry early this morning, so she asked Chuzhi to accompany them to Tianxian Spring. Young Master Yang doesn't need to worry."

"Compared to them, I'm more worried about Xia Yao. I'm looking forward to her waking up, but I'm also afraid that if she wakes up, it will make people even more worried."

Yang Zhuihui seemed to see an image of Xia Yao begging him to have sex with her like a slut. Yang Zhuihui frowned and said, "Find a piece of clothing, something as soft as possible. I need it."

"Wait a moment."

After saying that, Wu Sanniang picked out a gauze dress that she often wore from her bundle and handed it to Yang Zhuihui.

"Change into another one, you still need to wear this one."

Wu Sanniang took out a white brocade robe that she didn't wear often, but it was of very good quality. The robe was a bit thick and not very suitable for summer.

Using Xia Yao's dagger, she cut the brocade robe in two, tied a knot, and put it aside. Yang Zhuihui then went downstairs. Chu Yu was busy in the east kitchen. She glanced at Yang Zhuihui, snorted, and continued making breakfast.

Although the four Chu girls were twins, they only looked alike; their personalities were all different.

Chu Yu was fiery; Chu Zhi was a well-bred young lady; Chu Shan was the head of the family; and Chu Yan was promiscuous and often asked Yang Zhuihui if he wanted to have sex with her.

After breakfast, Yang Zhuihui continued to stay by Xia Yao's side, waiting for her to wake up. As long as Xia Yao didn't wake up, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't go to the Asura Cave to cultivate.

An hour later, Xia Yao suddenly let out a groan, her hand reaching into her collar to grab her breast.

Seeing this, Yang Zhuihui forcefully pressed down on her hands and cried out, "Xia Yao, wake up, wake up!"

Wu Sanniang, seeing this, asked, "Xiao Yao, could she be poisoned by aphrodisiacs? Why is she reacting like this?"

Yang Zhuihui had never explained Xia Yao's condition to them before, and knowing there was no need to hide it now, he told Wu Sanniang that Xia Yao had been poisoned by "Zhong Bu Huan" (a poison that supposedly prevents happiness). Wu Sanniang's face changed drastically upon hearing this, and she exclaimed, "Has Xia Yao offended the Shangqing Palace? They're so ruthless!"

Guo Fu, who had been playing with the eagle by the window, turned her head and asked, "Is Zhong Bu Huan very potent?"

"Those who are poisoned by this usually die from excessive indulgence."

Wu Sanniang looked at Xia Yao, who seemed to be having a nightmare, and was extremely worried, fearing that Xia Yao wouldn't survive this ordeal.

At this moment, Xia Yao opened her eyes, bloodshot. "Zhong Bu Huan" had already invaded her meridians, igniting her lust. Xia Yao gasped, "Yang Guo, I want it so badly, please give it to me, put it in, okay? My lower body is so itchy!"

Hearing this, Guo Fu was speechless with shock, while Wu San Niang looked helpless.

Poison Fist Xia Shaofeng, willing to disguise herself as a man to assist Xu Jie in his rebellion for revenge. How could such a virtuous woman utter such lewd words? It was all the work of the lustful poison "Zhong Bu Huan"!

Yang Zhuihui stuffed the prepared strips of brocade into his pocket, picked Xia Yao up, and comforted her, "I'll take you somewhere, I'll make you feel so good you'll die. Don't move now, understand?"

"But my lower body is so itchy, it feels like lots of bugs are biting me."

On the way to the Heavenly Immortal Spring, Xia Yao tried to pinch her breasts or touch her vulva, but Yang Zhuihui stopped her each time. The two finally arrived at the Heavenly Immortal Spring.

Water splashed, and Yang Zhuihui felt a refreshing coolness.

"Husband, she's awake?" Shi

Le asked, only his head showing.

"What happened to her?"

Chu Zhi walked over.

Yang Zhuihui looked at the large trees on both sides of the Heavenly Immortal Spring and said, "Please find some sturdy vines, they must be sturdy."

Chu Zhi didn't know Yang Zhuihui's intention, but she wasn't one to ask too many questions, so she nodded and walked away.

"Yang Guo, I want you, please put it inside me, okay? I'm so itchy down there."

Xia Yao kept swallowing, her eyes burning with desire.

Chapter 117, Restraint and Detoxification

"If there were seven or eight men here right now, and I let them satisfy you, would you be willing?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"I'd be willing to let any man do it, please, let them all come, I really can't take it anymore."

Xia Yao sobbed.

"Hehe, it seems that 'Unrequited Love' really is the most potent aphrodisiac in the world."

Yang Zhuihui smiled bitterly.

Shi Le, who had already swum to the shore, was stunned by Xia Yao's words. She considered herself quite provocative, but all her provocation was for Yang Zhuihui's benefit; she would never be provocative for another man. Xia Yao had just said that any man could sleep with her, leaving Shi Le completely bewildered.

"Husband, what's wrong with Xia Yao?"

Shi Le asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, she's just going to suffer a bit,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

After Chu Zhi brought over a vine, Yang Zhuihui asked Chu Zhi and Shi Le to hold Xia Yao down, making sure she didn't touch his body. He then flew to an ancient tree with the vine, wrapped it tightly around the trunk, threw it down, and repeated the process on another bare tree nearby.

Yang Zhuihui landed on the shore, glanced at Xia Yao, who was burning with lust, and the two vines swaying in the breeze. He told the two women to help Xia Yao up, and as she struggled, he forcibly stripped her of all her clothes, leaving her naked. Then, he brutally dragged her into the water, bound her wrists with strips of brocade cloth, and tied them tightly to the vines.

"Let me go, I want your rod,"

Xia Yao cried. "Please, fuck me, I want a man, waaaaah..."

Xiao Yue sat on a smooth rock, her thin clothes covering her private parts, looking timidly at the completely unfamiliar Xia Yao, not daring to even breathe.

"She's been poisoned by aphrodisiacs and will have to stay here for forty-nine days before the effects are removed. Chuzhi, tell your three senior sisters not to remove the poison, or I'll make sure they die a horrible death." "

Okay."

Watching Xia Yao struggle in pain, Yang Zhuihui paid no attention to her naked body, but stared at her pained face. He wanted to untie her, but for Xia Yao's recovery, he had no choice but to treat her this way.

"Sister, let's go back,"

Xiaoyue whispered.

"Mm."

Shile responded and put on her clothes. Xiaoyue went ashore naked, sunbathed for a while, and then put on her bra and thong. Chuzhi escorted them back, leaving only Xia Yao and Yang Zhuihui.

After they were gone, Yang Zhuihui jumped into the river without even taking off his boots, walked up to Xia Yao, and examined her delicate body. Looking at Xia Yao's vulva, which was constantly leaking vaginal fluid, Yang Zhuihui knew that Xia Yao desperately craved sex. He figured if he threw her into a crowd, she would willingly engage in group sex, letting all the men insert their penises into her vagina, anus, and even mouth, and letting them ejaculate their thick semen inside her.

Faced with a woman so eager for sex, Yang Zhuihui's beastly penis did indeed harden, but he wouldn't act like a beast. He would quietly stay by Xia Yao's side until she fully recovered.

"Xiao Yao, who poisoned you?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Xia Yao kept swallowing, her reddened eyes fixed on Yang Zhuihui's crotch, and desperately pleaded, "Please, fuck me! I'm so wet down there. If you don't fuck me, I'll die. Please, be a good person and fuck me."

"Answer my question first,"

Yang Zhuihui said coldly. She appeared very strong on the surface, but her heart was breaking.

Once upon a time, Yang Zhuihui believed himself to be a lustful monster with a brain full of semen; once upon a time, Yang Zhuihui came to "The Return of the Condor Heroes" with the goal of riding and ravaging beautiful women; once upon a time, Yang Zhuihui wanted to obtain Xia Yao's body through near-rape. But now, all of that was shattered by Xia Yao's pained expression.

Reaching out to stroke Xia Yao's haggard face, Yang Zhuihui asked again, "Who poisoned you? Tell me, and I'll make him suffer tens of thousands of times more than you!"

"I want your penis..."

Xia Yao gasped, completely ignoring Yang Zhuihui's words.

Yang Zhuihui withdrew his hand, looking at Xia Yao's nipples, which were even more prominent and erect due to her heightened sexual desire. Although not large, they were full of vitality. Compared to Xiao Yue and Shi Le's huge breasts, these cup sizes, somewhere between a B and a C, were enough to make Yang Zhuihui linger. They rose and fell with Xia Yao's rapid breathing, appearing full of vitality under the splash of water.

In the past, Yang Zhuihui would have reached out and grabbed without hesitation, but now he could only look at them as if they were museum artifacts.

Ultimately, no amount of lewd pleasure could satisfy the poisoned person; the poisoned person would eventually die in lewdness, never experiencing true joy.

Yang Zhuihui took a deep breath, having retreated to the shore. Xia Yao's moans and lewd words constantly stimulated his eardrums. His penis was clearly erect, but he dared not approach Xia Yao to relieve his urge.

Yang Zhuihui sat down on the shore, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing. This might be the only way to get through the next forty-nine days. He was terrified that something might happen to Xia Yao, so he dared not leave her side for even a moment.

He tried to circulate his qi through the small heavens, but Xia Yao's painful groans almost caused his heart

to tremble. Helpless, he could only look at Xia Yao with an almost lifeless gaze. Her vibrant body writhed constantly, her breasts trembled slightly, and her private parts were tightly closed, with occasional leaks of vaginal fluid. Xia Yao was so alluring now; any man would be tempted to take advantage of her, but Yang Zhuihui had to suppress his lust.

He picked up the dragon-carved sword beside him, his somewhat haggard face reflected in it. His gaze was deep, his brows furrowed, replacing his usual playful smile.

His hand traced the blade, a faint chill seeping into Yang Zhuihui's meridians. He quickly pulled his hand away; the feeling was strange, as if his entire hand was about to freeze. He didn't seem to have touched the blade before.

With a hint of doubt, Yang Zhuihui touched the blade again, but the same icy, bone-chilling feeling made him afraid to touch it again. He

fully drew the sword, its gleaming light shimmering in the fading sunlight, yet still emanating a chilling aura.

The four chicks brought him three meals a day, and they would occasionally come to keep him company. But seeing Xia Yao suffering from the torment of "unrequited love," they were almost in tears themselves. Even Shi Le, who seemed devoid of emotion, couldn't help but turn away to wipe her tears, while You Shu was the one crying like a baby; her pure heart was completely terrified by the scene before her.

To prevent more people from being saddened, Yang Zhuihui had Wu Sanniang take them all away, forbidding them from approaching the place again. Only the four chicks of Lingxiao would occasionally come to visit.

Sunset.

As night fell, strange cries of mythical beasts echoed intermittently across Ruoxian Island. Sometimes, Yang Zhuihui felt as if they were right beside him, a sensation that kept his nerves constantly on edge, daring not to relax for a moment.

He lit a fire and continued to watch Xia Yao, whose skin was flushed red in the firelight. She had spent the entire day begging him to have sex with her, and now she was exhausted and asleep.

Xia Yao didn't make much noise at night, only occasionally letting out weak moans. Yang Zhuihui was afraid she would collapse, so he checked her pulse frequently; thankfully, everything was normal.

Just after 7 PM, he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw Chu Shan. Although she had a twin sister, Chu Yan, Yang Zhuihui could tell them apart at a glance. Chu Yan's eyes were always filled with a suggestive gaze, while Chu Shan appeared dignified and proper.

Standing on the shore looking at Xia Yao, Chu Shan said, "Even a god couldn't endure such torture for forty-nine days."

"To keep her alive, this is the only way,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a bitter smile.

“Why don’t I go get the bamboo raft and let her lie down?”

Chu Shan suggested.

“That would greatly hinder the expulsion of the poison. This is the best way.”

“It’s really torturous.”

Chu Shan glanced at Yang Zhuihui and said, “From what Master said, Sect Leader, you should be very happy to have intercourse. Why haven’t you had that need for several days?”

“I do love it, but I won’t do it when I’m in a bad mood. Besides, it wouldn’t be good if Xia Yao saw it.”

“I understand. So, once this Miss Xia Yao recovers, Sect Leader will be willing to practice the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique with us four Chu Shans, right?”

Chu Shan asked.

“I really don’t understand your thinking. You know that practicing the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique with me will kill you, so why do you keep forcing me?”

“I’m sorry.”

Chu Shan quickly knelt on the ground and said, “It was all Master’s order. We disciples were just following orders.”

“I’m your junior brother. You’re being too formal.”

Yang Zhuihui quickly helped Chu Shan up, glanced at her swollen breasts, and instinctively swallowed.

“Although Young Master Yang joined the sect later than us four, he has already received the sect leader's token and is therefore the sect leader. So it is only right that we respect you.”

After a pause, Chu Shan continued, “Our mission as the four of us is to assist the sect leader in mastering the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique. If the sect leader refuses, we will be blamed by our master.”

“Is your life more important, or your so-called mission?”

Yang Zhuihui countered.

“The mission,”

Chu Shan answered without hesitation.

Yang Zhuihui suddenly felt sorry for the four of them. Was their fate predetermined from birth, destined to cultivate the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique with him until their lives withered?

“You should go back and rest. I can manage here,”

Yang Zhuihui gestured.

"The sect leader has been here all day and can't continue any longer. I've discussed it with the three sisters. The sect leader will watch over her during the day, and the four of us will take turns from late night until dawn. Tonight, Chu Shan will watch over her. The sect leader can go back first." "

You didn't rest during the day either. Let's talk about it tomorrow night. Listen to the sect leader, you should go back and rest first."

"Can the sect leader guarantee that you'll keep an eye on Miss Xia Yao all night?"

Chu Shan asked back.

Faced with this question, Yang Zhuihui wasn't sure either, so he said, "Then you two will watch over her during the day, and I'll take the night shift. Tonight, the two of us will be together. I feel bad letting a young lady like you spend the night here."

"Okay."

The two sat on the shore, and Yang Zhuihui asked Chu Shan about her background, her master's past, and so on. Although Chu Shan answered, she didn't focus on anything, but it was still good for passing the time.

Yang Zhuihui found some firewood and piled it on the fire. Seeing that Chu Shan kept yawning, Yang Zhuihui let her rest on his lap. Soon, Chu Shan fell asleep.

Looking at Chu Shan in his arms, Yang Zhuihui's hand caressed her face, which was even smoother than a freshly peeled egg. A third of her full breasts were exposed, and Yang Zhuihui could almost see her nipples. Normally, this lecherous Yang Zhuihui would have stripped Chu Shan naked and greedily savored her body. Now, although he had the desire, he wouldn't act on it easily.

The whole night passed, and Yang Zhuihui didn't close his eyes.

Chu Shan, who woke up early, realized she had slept all night and almost knelt before Yang Zhuihui again. Yang Zhuihui only told her to watch for now while he went back to get something to eat.

When he returned, Yang Zhuihui was carrying a bowl of white porridge.

After Chu Shan went back, Yang Zhuihui went to Xia Yao and, looking at her dazed eyes, said, "Like yesterday, open your mouth, and I'll feed you."

"Please...please fuck me...I want your big cock..."

Xia Yao sobbed.

Chapter 118, So Painful.

"Eat this first,"

Yang Zhuihui commanded.

"I want a big dick, I won't eat this."

Xia Yao bit her lip, tears welling up.

Yang Zhuihui scooped up some white porridge and brought it to Xia Yao's lips, soothingly saying, "If you eat this, I'll give you a big dick, okay?"

"You said the same thing yesterday!"

Xia Yao retorted sharply, "But you never kept your word! I want a man, I want a man, do you hear me? I want a man, find a man to fuck me!"

"Do you even remember who I am?"

"You're a spineless man!"

"Heh, it seems you've even forgotten who I am. Maybe all you care about now is lust, but once you recover, you'll know this isn't the real you. Xiao Yao, no matter what, I, Yang Zhuihui, will always be by your side."

Xia Yao seemed somewhat dazed, staring blankly at Yang Zhuihui. Smelling the fragrant aroma of the congee, she slowly opened her mouth and took a bite. Her eyes seemed to be recalling the past, yet lingered with traces of lust.

After barely managing to feed her most of the bowl, Xia Yao again demanded that Yang Zhuihui penetrate her. Helpless, Yang Zhuihui pulled out his penis, making her watch him as she drank the congee. This method was quite effective, at least giving Xia Yao a glimmer of hope that she would be penetrated. Once Xia Yao had finished the bowl of congee, Yang Zhuihui put his penis away, turned, and went ashore, ignoring Xia Yao's curses.

For the next ten days or so, Yang Zhuihui slept only two hours a day, spending the rest of the time with Xia Yao at the Heavenly Immortal Spring. He endured her curses almost daily, trying every possible way to get her to eat. He looked somewhat haggard, but he was confident he could restore Xia Yao to normal!

Late at night on the twentieth day.

"It seems something is coming,"

Yang Zhuihui whispered.

Chu Zhi, who hadn't left yet, nodded and whispered, "I've never heard that sound before. I don't know what it is."

"Whatever it is, it's clearly hostile. Those who come with good intentions don't come with good intentions."

Looking at the direction of the sound, Yang Zhuihui's heart was in his throat. Chu Zhi had already drawn her blood-red sword, ready to attack at any moment.

For half an hour, the unseen beast only made noises, without attacking, as if testing Yang Zhuihui's patience.

Yang Zhuihui never liked to take the initiative with unknown creatures, so he waited for it to come to him.

With a strange cry, a thirty-foot-long green-scaled lizard leaped out. It looked like an oversized lizard, constantly spewing green venomous gas, greedily staring at Yang Zhuihui, its tongue flicking out, its massive teeth clanging together with an extremely piercing sound.

With a flick of its massive tail, its enormous body moved as fast as a colt!

"I'll go!"

Chu Zhi leaped up, aimed at the green-scaled lizard's head, and thrust her sword down. The sword instantly pierced its upper and lower jaws, turning fiery red as it continuously sucked blood from the lizard's body. This was the sword's special bloodthirsty function; once it pierced a creature's skin, it would drain its lifeblood in a very short time!

Just as Chu Zhi was feeling triumphant, three more green-scaled lizards that had been lurking sprang out. One attacked Chu Zhi, and two attacked Yang Zhuihui.

Chu Zhi forcefully pulled out her Bloodthirsty sword, but the lizard was already upon her, its massive tail striking her chest. With a "whoosh," Chu Zhi's small body flew backward like a falling leaf, and the Bloodthirsty sword clattered to the ground.

Yang Zhuihui then attacked the two green-scaled lizards with his Dragon-Carved Sword, constantly dodging the poisonous gas. But this sword was not sharpened; how could it possibly kill the thick-skinned green-scaled lizards?

Seeing Chu Zhi, Yang Zhuihui leaped up and caught her in mid-air. As a giant tail of a green-scaled lizard attacked, Yang Zhuihui retreated several steps, then leaped again, appearing more than four zhang away.

Chu Zhi clutched her chest and whispered, "You have to use the Bloodthirsty Sword, otherwise you won't be able to kill them."

"Don't talk, you should rest first."

Putting Chu Zhi down, Yang Zhuihui walked forward, showing no fear of the three screeching lizards.

The green-scaled lizards seemed confused by Yang Zhuihui's intentions, retreating while screeching.

With a strange cry, one of the impatient green-scaled lizards lunged at Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui clenched his fist, roared, and concentrated most of his true energy into his fist, striking the green-scaled lizard's jaw with his fist—the jaw was pierced through!

Although Yang Zhuihui hadn't yet mastered external martial arts, he possessed inexhaustible internal energy, especially after using Liuli Qiandai's body to practice the third form of the Lustful Dragon, which significantly enhanced his internal energy.

"Stupid thing!"

Yang Zhuihui withdrew his fist, took two steps forward, aimed for its heart, and struck again, shattering its heart.

The green-scaled lizard still wanted to attack Yang Zhuihui, but it was lifeless, lying on the ground like a lump of mud. The other two green-scaled lizards had already retreated to the edge of the grass, letting out a strange cry before fleeing.

After washing his hands, Yang Zhuihui helped Chuzhi up and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Just a minor injury, nothing serious,"

Chuzhi said weakly, blood still lingering at the corner of her mouth.

"Let me see the wound."

Yang Zhuihui was about to pull open Chuzhi's clothes, but knowing he would see something he shouldn't, he asked, "Is it alright?"

"Chuzhi's body will belong to the sect leader sooner or later, so the sect leader can do as he pleases."

With Chuzhi's consent, Yang Zhuihui pulled open her clothes, revealing a diagonal bruise on her snow-white skin, while her breasts remained unharmed.

"Hmm, it seems the problem isn't serious; it will heal in a few days."

Yang Zhuihui quickly pulled Chuzhi's clothes back tight.

Chuzhi's cheeks flushed, and she murmured, "Just now, Chuzhi's heart was beating so fast; I thought the sect leader wanted me."

"Why do you think the same way as Chushan? Is your purpose in life just to have sex with me?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"It was Master's order,"

Chuzhi replied.

"You're all ridiculous. It seems your master has become the standard by which all your actions are judged. Can't you have your own opinions?"

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui continued, "Although Chuyu likes to talk back to me, at least she's self-reliant, unlike the three of you. I prefer her personality to your obedience." "We

can't learn it. We're used to obeying Master's orders. Our fate is to become your mating partners, Sect Leader. For Sect Leader to cultivate the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, we four Chuyu are willing to sacrifice our lives."

Looking at Chuzhi in his arms, Yang Zhuihui was both amused and exasperated. He wanted to scold her but couldn't bring himself to do it. He just held her like this, occasionally glancing at Xia Yao, who seemed to have fallen asleep.

For the next ten days or so, the green-scaled lizards would still occasionally appear, sometimes riddled with holes by Chu Yu's "Spinning Spin" attack, sometimes drained of blood by Chu Zhi's Bloodthirsty Sword, and sometimes pierced through the heart by Chu Yan's "Ghost Burial" arrow. Yang Zhuihui had assumed Chu Shan was unarmed, but she relied on her booming voice, calling it "Dragon's Roar." When the Dragon's Roar was uttered, not only the green-scaled lizards, but even Yang Zhuihui had to cover his ears.

Dawn of the forty-ninth day.

To determine if Xia Yao could return to her original form today, Chu Shan told Yang Zhuihui to go back and rest. Yang Zhuihui refused, intently watching Xia Yao's chest rise and fall.

"If Miss Xia Yao recovers today, the sect leader will enter the Asura Cave to practice our sect's martial arts, is that alright?"

Chu Shan asked.

"We'll see."

Thirsty, Yang Zhuihui had no desire to speak; his eyes seemed to be fixed solely on Xia Yao.

For forty-nine days, Yang Zhuihui not only had to face the ever-present threat of strange beasts, but also endure Xia Yao's scolding. Xia Yao, under the influence of the "Unhappy End" spell, would utter the most nasty words, but Yang Zhuihui didn't care at all. He counted down the days, hoping this day would arrive sooner.

From the moment he bound Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui had hoped to personally untie her. Today should be it, right?

"Sect Leader, there's one more thing I need to ask you. We four young ladies plan to pass on our respective martial arts skills to you. Is that alright?"

Chu Shan asked.

"Of course I have no objection,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

“Yes, I understand. The sect leader has rarely gone back these past few days. Actually, we four have been teaching them martial arts, but Xiaoyue wasn't very interested, so we didn't force them. I'm in charge of teaching Fu'er, Chuyu is in charge of teaching Shaye, Chuzhi is in charge of teaching Shile, and Chuyan is in charge of teaching Wu Sanniang. After they've learned, we'll also pass on our weapons to them, and they can help the sect leader in the future.”

“As disciples of the Lingxiao Sect, haven't you ever thought about helping the sect leader?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“We have, and we will do it, which is to offer our bodies,”

Chushan said.

For the past forty-nine days, Yang Zhuihui had heard them say they wanted to offer their bodies every day, and his ears were practically calloused from hearing it. Just talking about their bodies, they were indeed very tempting. Chushan and Chuyan exuded the aura of mature women, while Chuyu and Chuzhi were like little lolis, their breasts small but with a unique charm, and their small bodies would be very comfortable to hold and have sex with.

Without knowing the Four Young Women, Yang Zhuihui would absolutely be willing to have sex with them. But they treated their bodies as mere tools, seemingly useless except for sex. Besides, the consequences of practicing the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique were so severe that Yang Zhuihui absolutely refused to have sex with them!

"Ugh..."

Xia Yao suddenly shook her body violently, her eyes snapping open, bloodshot, gasping for breath.

"Xiao Yao!"

Yang Zhuihui jumped into the river, ran to Xia Yao's side, and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

"Ugh... I feel so bad... I'm going to die... Please... please kill me..."

Yang Zhuihui had thought Xia Yao was asking him to have sex again, but it turned out she was begging for death. It seemed she had regained some of her senses. Reaching out to stroke Xia Yao's haggard face, Yang Zhuihui said gently, "You won't die. I'll stay with you for the rest of my life. I'll treat you well."

"...I really feel so bad... It feels like something is flowing out down there..."

Xia Yao sobbed.

“The Demon Doctor said the aphrodisiac will be expelled from your Jade Gate, and then you'll be back to normal,”

Yang Zhuihui comforted her.

“It hurts so much, hold me, please hold me,”

Xia Yao cried.

Yang Zhuihui held Xia Yao tightly, but Xia Yao cried even louder, biting Yang Zhuihui's shoulder and whimpering. Her body trembled even more violently, and blood-red aphrodisiac fluid gushed from her vulva into the river, more than a woman would during an orgasm.

As time passed, Xia Yao gradually calmed down, released her mouth, and soon fainted.

Yang Zhuihui felt as if Xia Yao had bitten off a piece of his flesh. He opened her eyelids and saw that the bloodshot in her eyes had faded, which relieved him slightly.

After washing Xia Yao's genitals with river water, Yang Zhuihui untied her and carried her to the bank to rest.

Half an hour passed before Xia Yao opened her eyes. Her gaze was lifeless as she stared at Yang Zhuihui's haggard face. She trembled and burst into tears again, reaching out to stroke his face, choking back sobs, "Actually, I saw everything you did for me these past few days, but I just couldn't help it. I remember what I said. I really didn't want to say those things, but I just couldn't control my mouth. Thank you for taking care of me so many days. Without you, I might already be dead."

Chapter 119, My Sister is So Naughty.

"It's good that you can recover. I have no other desires."

"Yang Guo!"

Xia Yao cried out, hugging Yang Zhuihui tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"You don't have any hair down there, it's really beautiful,"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"You've seen it for so many days, you're tired of it, what's so beautiful about it!"

Xia Yao buried her face in Yang Zhuihui's chest, her body still hot; she felt like she was about to have another attack.

After a moment of tenderness, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Do you remember who poisoned you?"

"That day I heard fighting, so I ran out and chased after a man in black with Huang Yaoshi and Yideng. Later, in a three-on-one fight, I was injured and fainted. I don't remember anything after that."

"That man in black again!"

"Huang Yaoshi seemed to say he was from the Shangqing Palace, but I don't know."

Xia Yao coughed a few times and said, "I'm very hungry and thirsty."

"I'll take you back to eat something."

Picking up Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui headed towards the pavilion, with Chu Shan following closely behind.

After placing Xia Yao on the bed, all the women rushed to comfort her, knowing that Yang Zhuihui's efforts over the past forty-nine days had not been in vain. Everyone was so moved they almost cried, even the eagle outside the window was chirping and flapping its wings.

After feeding Xia Yao something, Yang Zhuihui told her to rest well, and he sat beside her watching her until she was completely asleep before leaving the room.

Outside the pavilion, Chu Zhi was teaching Shi Le swordplay, while Xiao Yue sat watching.

"Xiaoyue, why aren't you practicing?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Xiaoyue seemed a little scared and whispered, "Do I have to practice?"

"Hehe, of course not, I'm just curious."

Yang Zhuihui sat next to Xiaoyue, smelling her fragrance, and felt a surge of desire. With Xia Yao's matter resolved, Yang Zhuihui's pent-up desires, suppressed for nearly two months, began to be released. Glancing at Xiaoyue's two breasts, Yang Zhuihui unconsciously swallowed.

Watching her sister twirling her sword with her tongue sticking out, Xiaoyue murmured, "Although Young Master Yang's master told my sister and me to practice the Seven-Spinning Sinking Fish Sword Technique, I really don't like wielding swords and spears, so I'm being lazy. My sister said she'll protect me in the future and told me I don't need to practice." "

Hmm, then you'll be in charge of warming my bed from now on,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

"Young Master Yang has so many women, how could it be Xiaoyue's turn?"

Xiaoyue smiled, revealing two adorable dimples.

"Who said it's not my turn? Can't it be tonight?"

"Young Master Yang is teasing Xiaoyue again."

Yang Zhuihui's heart warmed. Looking at Xiaoyue's rosy cheeks, he longed to kiss her a few times. Just as he was thinking about lewd things, a bamboo sword flew over and stuck between Yang Zhuihui's legs, still dangling there.

Yang Zhuihui was so startled he almost jumped up. Just as he was about to react, Shi Le ran over and said, "Husband, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop."

"Any closer and your manhood would be gone,"

Yang Zhuihui said, still shaken.

"Shi Le really likes your manhood, how could you be so cruel? It was just a mistake. I'll continue practicing my sword. From now on, I'll protect you."

Pulling out the bamboo sword, Shi Le continued practicing, while Chu Zhi supervised from the side. If there was a problem with a move, she would immediately point it out and teach Shi Le the correct technique.

"Where are the others?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“Third Sister and Saya are both cultivating in the forest. It seems that Fu’er went to the river with Chushan.”

“What about Youshu?”

Yang Zhuihui asked hurriedly.

“She should be in the watermelon patch, behind the attic. She’s been enjoying touching watermelons lately.”

“Enjoys touching watermelons?”

Yang Zhuihui was completely confused and hurriedly ran to the back to find out.

Yu Shu was squatting among several watermelons the size of her head, holding another one in her arms. Upon seeing Yang Zhuihui, she immediately dropped the watermelon and ran towards him, burying her face in his chest. She smiled sweetly and said softly, "Brother hasn't paid attention to Yu Shu for so long. Yu Shu sees so many unfamiliar people every day, I'm so afraid they'll scold me."

It was true that Yang Zhuihui hadn't cared about Yu Shu for over a month. But there was nothing he could do; he couldn't possibly take Yu Shu with him every day to watch over Xia Yao. Only when they went back to sleep could Yu Shu be with Yang Zhuihui.

Knowing he had neglected Yu Shu, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Brother was wrong. So how do you want to punish brother?"

"Eat the whole watermelon, rind and all!"

Yu Shu pouted her cherry-like lips.

“The watermelon is bigger than my belly, how could I possibly eat it all? Let’s change it.”

“No!”

“My dear sister, I really can’t eat it all, let’s change it, let’s change it.”

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui tickled You Shu, who laughed and ran away, finally agreeing to change the punishment, demanding that Yang Zhuihui kiss her.

“Ready?”

Yang Zhuihui had already pulled You Shu into his arms.

You Shu closed her eyes tightly, nodded vigorously, and subconsciously stomped her heels.

“Silly sister.”

Lifting You Shu’s chin, Yang Zhuihui swallowed, and with a hint of excitement, kissed You Shu’s wet lips, habitually probing her mouth with his tongue. You Shu obediently sucked on Yang Zhuihui’s tongue, constantly tasting the saliva he drew from his mouth.

Yang Zhuihui’s hands stroked You Shu’s back, and after a few strokes, he pinched her buttocks, seemingly unable to control himself. No wonder, after abstinence for so long, it was normal to want to find a hole to penetrate.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Yu Shu pressed her body tightly against Yang Zhuihui, letting him do as he pleased.

When Yang Zhuihui's hand landed on Yu Shu's buttocks, Yu Shu suddenly pushed him away, panting, "Why do I feel like I've experienced something like this before, brother? Have we done this before?"

That rain, that forced kiss, that farewell—how could Yang Zhuihui forget? But he didn't want Yu Shu to remember, so he lied, "No way, maybe you found it too exciting, little sister. It seems we can't kiss too often, or you'll go crazy."

"It's brother who's bad, sticking his tongue in my mouth. Really, touching my little butt."

Yu Shu stuck out her tongue, pulling Yang Zhuihui's hand and jumping around in the watermelon patch, almost crushing the watermelons.

Xia Yao was still asleep at lunchtime. It wasn't until sunset that she finally awoke from her slumber. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Yang Zhuihui sitting beside her. She was so moved she almost cried, and she took his hand, murmuring, "I knew you'd always be by my side."

"No, my brother just arrived,"

You Shu interrupted.

Yang Zhuihui glared at You Shu and laughed, "Anyway, you know I'm here for you."

You Shu seemed a little unhappy, shaking Saya's hand and asking, "Did I say something wrong?" "

Of course you didn't say anything wrong, Princess. The one who's wrong is that lecherous man. Don't pay him any mind."

Xia Yao looked around the room, realizing they were all there. She quickly let go of his hand, her face flushed, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Xia Yao was still very weak and couldn't eat anything too dry, so she could only continue drinking porridge. It seemed it would take at least a while for her to fully recover.

"Sect Leader, we have something to say to you,"

Chu Yu suddenly pushed open the door.

"Third Sister."

Yang Zhuihui handed the bowl to Wu Sanniang and followed Chuyu down to the second floor.

Pushing open the door, they saw the other three standing in a row, and Chuyu joined them.

Chushan spoke, "Now that Miss Xia Yao has recovered, it's time for the Sect Leader to cultivate. We are all ready; our bodies are available for the Sect Leader's use at any time. Even if we don't cultivate the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, our bodies belong to the Sect Leader."

"I really don't understand you,"

Yang Zhuihui said, annoyed. "Do you really enjoy becoming sex slaves?"

"Of course not!"

Chuyu tilted her head, adding, "It's just that we have no choice."

"Chuyu, don't talk nonsense."

Chushan tapped Chuyu's head and laughed, "This is the duty of the Four Chuyu of Lingxiao; Sect Leader, you don't need to mind."

"Forget it, I'm not interested."

With that, Yang Zhuihui turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Chu Shan called out, "Then let's not talk about this. At least the sect leader needs to go into the Asura Cave to practice. Can he first master governing the world and martial arts?"

Martial arts was alright, but the three books on governing the world, all written in pure classical Chinese, gave Yang Zhuihui a headache just thinking about them. He didn't know what his master was thinking. Yang Zhuihui used to be bad at Chinese. When he first started studying classical Chinese, he did terribly on the explanation section, almost failing the college entrance exam. In the end, he only got into a junior college with very low admission scores. Thinking of those bitter memories, Yang Zhuihui almost cried. Now, to make him study those three books on governing the world, Yang Zhuihui would go crazy. Unfortunately, he had no reason to refuse; his master wanted to cultivate him into an all-rounder.

But in Yang Zhuihui's heart, he always felt that something was wrong. Whenever he thought of his master, Yang Zhuihui remembered the tragic death of Wu Santong, whose last words had repeatedly startled him awake.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow. I'm going back to my room to sleep. I'm so sleepy."

Yang Zhuihui yawned a few times, then slipped away.

After he left, Chuzhi whispered to Chushan, "Sister, what do we do now? Do we have to keep dragging this out?"

"Wait a few more days. If it really doesn't work, we'll have to force it. After all, Master said

we have to finish it no matter what." "Sister, what are we?"

asked Chuyu, the most rebellious of the four.

"Chuyu, don't think too much. This is our fate. If it weren't for Master's upbringing, we would have died long ago."

"I don't even know who my father and mother are."

Chuyu seemed about to cry, sobbing into Chushan's arms.

"Our father and mother are all Master. Don't think about it anymore."

Early the next morning, Yang Zhuihui was woken up by Youshu. She was touching Yang Zhuihui's penis. Even though it was through his pants, it still startled Yang Zhuihui awake.

Yang Zhuihui moved her hand away, pinched her nose, and asked, "So naughty?"

"It's not that You Shu is naughty ,"

You Shu snorted. "Last night, brother kept pressing his thing against You Shu's lower body, it was so uncomfortable. I didn't know what it was, so I touched it."

Yang Zhuihui didn't remember sleeping with You Shu last night, let alone pressing his penis against You Shu's genitals, but she probably wouldn't lie. To avoid raping You Shu in his dream, Yang Zhuihui threatened, "Brother, that's a weapon. Any girl who uses it will scream, so you can't touch it randomly, or you'll die of pain!"

"Brother touched me himself, and you're blaming me,"

You Shu stuck out her tongue and murmured, "It's so boring here. Every day it's just watermelon, watermelon. When can we leave?"

"Soon."

Yang Zhuihui got up, dressed, kissed You Shu's cheek again, and led You Shu upstairs. Seeing Xia Yao already sitting there chatting with them, Yang Zhuihui finally felt relieved.

After breakfast, Yang Zhuihui, at the insistence of the four children, headed to the Asura Cave.

To prevent Yang Zhuihui from escaping, Chuyu and Chuyan guarded the cave entrance, while Chushan and Chuzhi accompanied him as he looked at the inscriptions. Yang Zhuihui struggled to read them, and Chushan and Chuzhi explained the parts he didn't understand.

Chapter 120, Like a Peach:

"The fish eats its bait, then it is caught in the net; the man eats his salary, then he serves his lord. What does that mean?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Chu Shan smiled and explained, "A ruler governs his people like a fisherman fishing, using bait to lure them in and make them obey."

"It's about interests, I think I understand,"

Yang Zhuihui muttered. "What about this sentence?" Chu Yu

, leaning against the cave entrance, rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui's constant questions and asked, "Chu Zhi, do you think he's an idiot? He doesn't even understand something so simple."

"Hehe, sister, you're being too harsh. Back then, the four of us grew up here. Although Master didn't make us study, we would ponder things here when we were bored. The sect leader has only just started learning, so it's good that he's asking questions. It's better than pretending to know what he doesn't." "

Alright, it seems that apart from me, you all side with the sect leader."

Chu Yu asked bitterly, "I really don't know what will happen if he gets involved. I'm so scared."

"Sister, have you seen the sect leader's...?"

Chu Zhi asked curiously.

“I saw it a few days ago. He came back to rest that noon, and Chu Shan asked me to get him something to eat. When I went upstairs, I saw his thing. It was very thick, thicker than the eggplant I cut yesterday, and it was so long, this long.”

Chu Yu gestured, “I calculated that if it were inserted completely, it would probably go all the way into my stomach. It’s really long, and our holes down there are so small, how could it possibly fit?”

“Is it really that exaggerated?”

Chu Zhi covered her mouth.

“You’ll know when you see it. I really don’t want it to go in.”

Chu Yu sighed, her body trembling, as if she felt Yang Zhuihui’s penis already inserted into her tender hole.

“It’s okay, I can just try it first.”

Chu Zhi comforted her.

“Doesn’t Chu Yan always say she wants to give her back to the sect leader? Let her try it then!”

Chu Yu said with a mischievous smile.

“You’re really naughty.”

Chu Zhi chuckled.

“We’re twins, why aren’t you like me?”

Chu Yu asked.

"I don't know either, that's just how it is."

Chu Zhi looked at Yang Zhuihui, who was pondering the inscription, and couldn't help but laugh. "Sister, last time the sect leader took off my clothes, I thought he was going to do 'that,' but it turned out he was just looking at my wounds."

"I won't let him see!"

Chu Yu stuck out her tongue.

"Actually, I think the sect leader is pretty good, at least better than I imagined. When I received Master's message by carrier pigeon, I thought he was the kind of man who only thought about 'that,' but I didn't expect him to be so handsome and polite. Now he's a bit silly."

Chu Zhi couldn't help but laugh as she spoke.

Chu Yu reached out and touched Chu Zhi's forehead, asking, "Are you running a fever?"

"No, not at all!"

"Then you've fallen in love with him?" Chu Yu pressed.

"I just think the sect leader is a good person."

Chu Zhi retorted.

"Tsk tsk, what's so good about him? Maybe all the men in the world are better than the sect leader? You haven't met any other men besides the sect leader, so what makes you make such a judgment?"

"Anyway, I know in my heart that the sect leader is a good person. " Chu

Zhi raised her delicate eyebrows, her lips curving upwards.

Chu Yu and Chu Zhi were having a great time, while Yang Zhuihui inside was completely overwhelmed. Looking at the inscriptions, he just wanted to explode with anger, but he couldn't resist the earnest instruction from Chu Yan and Chu Shan, so he had to grit his teeth and read them aloud. It felt like he was back in his college entrance exam days, walking, going to the toilet, eating, even masturbating, all while thinking about what the teacher had taught that day, what homework was due tomorrow, and what exams were due the day after.

If this continued, Yang Zhuihui was afraid he would get so angry that he would pin these two mature women in black to the ground and have sex with them.

After 9 AM, Yang Zhuihui really couldn't take it anymore. He turned to look at Chu Shan, feeling like she was covered in inscriptions.

"The sect leader has improved quite quickly,"

Chu Shan said with a smile.

"That's right, the sect leader is really smart,"

Chu Yan echoed.

"I've always felt my IQ hasn't exceeded ten. Sigh, let's go back to eat, I can't take it anymore,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a mournful face.

"Is the sect leader hungry or thirsty?"

Chu Yan asked.

"I'm both hungry and thirsty." "

So, does the sect leader want to eat us sisters?"

Chu Yan's hand landed between her ample breasts, her fingertips touching her nipples, and she said ambiguously, "They're quite large; the sect leader will like them."

"Forget it, I'm not interested."

With that, Yang Zhuihui walked away.

Although he said he wasn't interested, Yang Zhuihui's penis was already erect, but he didn't want to use their bodies as tools. Besides, he kept remembering that "Sucking Yin Heart Technique," which, while granting invulnerability, required the lives of women—how could Yang Zhuihui be willing to pay that price?

"Stop!"

Chu Yu opened her small hands to block Yang Zhuihui.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, puzzled.

"Nothing,"

Chu Yu replied curtly.

Watching Yang Zhuihui walk away, Chu Yu asked Chu Shan, "Sister, when do we act?" "

Let's wait a few more days. Let the sect leader integrate governance and martial arts first. This can't be rushed. But..."

Chu Shan held Chu Yu's small hand and asked, "Are you ready?"

"I can go even if I'm not ready. I won't prepare for that kind of thing,"

Chu Yu huffed.

"Of the four of us, you're the most mischievous. Do you want to survive?"

Chu Shan asked.

"What about you guys?"

Chu Yu retorted.

"We'll leave it to fate."

"Anyway, Chu Yu will always be with her three older sisters!"

Chu Yu puffed out her cheeks and exhaled heavily, like a goldfish catching its breath.

After lunch, Yang Zhuihui went for a nap, but before he had a full nap, Chu Yu grabbed his ear. Knowing that he was going to that Shura Cave he hated again, Yang Zhuihui kept chuckling, but they still dragged him there.

Yu Shu, who was leaning against the window, looked at Yang Zhuihui and muttered, "Poor brother." "

Yang Zhuihui spent the afternoon reciting those so-called principles of governance.

By evening, Yang Zhuihui thought he would finally have some time to himself, but unexpectedly, he was dragged to the Asura Cave by the Four Youngsters again. This time it was better; instead of the principles of governance, it was about martial arts."

Yang Zhuihui first had Chu Shan explain the two sword techniques, one palm strike, one leg kick, and one step technique. He was willing to learn everything except for the Tendon-Removing Ghost Claw. The Tendon-Removing Ghost Claw was too brutal; it gripped the opponent's vital tendons and then pulled them out, causing excruciating pain for an hour or even longer before death!

"Sect Leader, have you memorized the incantation for the Frost and Snow Flying Sword?"

Chu Shan asked.

"Use your Qi to wield the sword, the sword follows your will: do not memorize rigidly, let flexibility become Qi: flying frost is like a sword, the sword is like flying frost: control the sword to create frost and snow: seemingly without moves, every move defeats the enemy, this is the incantation for the Frost and Snow Flying Sword."

Yang Zhuihui nodded and recited.

"Hmm, Sect Leader's internal strength is profound, I believe this sword technique is very simple for you. Let's go out of the cave and try it!"

Chu Shan smiled.

Emerging from the Asura Cave, the four young girls stood to one side. Yang Zhuihui held Chu Zhi's Bloodthirsty Sword, attempting to infuse it with some of his true energy. After confirming the energy was evenly distributed, he tried wielding it, but found it too light. He returned it to Chu Zhi, took out his own unsharpened sword, and infused it with his own energy. The sword felt lighter, but Yang Zhuihui found it very easy to handle, casually swinging it a few times.

"Chu Zhi, go and guide the sect leader,"

Chu Shan gestured. Chu Zhi, gripping the Bloodthirsty Sword, stepped forward.

"Don't stab the sect leader!"

Chu Shan warned.

"Sect leader, please,"

Chu Zhi bowed and slowly drew the Bloodthirsty Sword, throwing the scabbard to the ground. Her eyes flashed with fierce light, awaiting Yang Zhuihui's attack.

"Be careful,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, then rushed forward, thrusting his sword towards Chu Zhi's heart.

Chu Zhi bent back to avoid the attack, then kicked upwards with her right leg, striking Yang Zhuihui's wrist. Yang Zhuihui, wincing in pain, had to release his grip, and the sword fell to the ground.

"Chu Zhi wins!"

Chu Yu shouted.

"Sect Leader, Chu Zhi won't hold back!"

Chu Zhi said, cupping her hands in greeting.

Picking up the Dragon-Carved Sword, Yang Zhuihui laughed, "How can I improve if I don't go all out? Let's go again!"

This time, Yang Zhuihui was smarter, not rushing things. He dodged the Bloodthirsty Sword each time, his attacks were free and unrestrained, striking wherever he pleased. Although it was a bit chaotic, he wasn't defeated in just a few moves. But a novice swordsman is still a novice; he still couldn't beat this little girl, Chu Zhi.

Watching Yang Zhuihui pick up his sword again, Chu Shan exclaimed, "Sect Leader, you should really think about what Flying Frost is!"

"I'm too lazy to think about that nonsense."

Yang Zhuihui once again channeled his true energy into the sword, his expression serious, but he began to ponder Chu Shan's words.

Frost, a condensation of rainwater, falls silently. Given enough speed, no one would notice it before it hits the ground. To wield a sword like that is incredibly difficult.

After another attack, less than ten moves later, Yang Zhuihui dropped his sword.

"Sect Leader, can you be serious?"

Chu Zhi frowned.

"That's enough for today. I'm not in the mood."

With that, Yang Zhuihui picked up his sword and left, leaving the four Chu Zhi standing there in a daze.

Yang Zhuihui was somewhat agitated, so instead of returning to the pavilion, he went to the Heavenly Immortal Spring. Gazing at this spring of unknown origin, his gaze became profound.

Drawing his dragon-carved sword, a chill swept over him, seemingly carrying the aura of death.

"What am I here for?"

Yang Zhuihui asked himself.

He became somewhat lost. His original purpose was simple: to conquer beautiful women and insert his penis into their vaginas. But as one unexpected event after another unfolded, Yang Zhuihui's heart grew heavy. Yang Zhuihui had thought he came here to practice his skills and have some fun with the four young girls, but little did he know that such fun would come at the cost of their lives. He really didn't want to do such a thing. He would never sacrifice a woman's life to increase his strength; such a person couldn't be considered a real man.

Hearing footsteps, Yang Zhuihui sheathed his sword and turned to see Wu Sanniang standing there in a light blue dress.

"They said you hadn't returned yet, so I came out to look for you, and I knew you were here."

Yang Zhuihui embraced Wu Sanniang, stroking her soft hair, and said, "I don't know what the future holds for me, and I don't want to hurt those who helped me."

"Actually, my husband, you are a very free-spirited person, capable of both love and hate. Like with You Shu, you could risk your life for her, be a kind brother for her, even abuse Poppy for her. Why can't you do the same now?"

Wu Sanniang leaned against Yang Zhuihui, closing her eyes to feel his heartbeat. Only when Yang Zhuihui held her did she feel truly at ease. She had never understood how a twenty-year-old man could give her such feelings.

“That’s because the objects of love and abuse are different. There’s something I haven’t had a chance to tell you, Third Sister. The Four Young Ones want me to cultivate a mental technique, but it requires their lives as the price. What do you think I should do?”

“Husband, you would never do such a thing. I have complete faith in that,”

Wu Third Sister said softly.

“That’s precisely why I’m so conflicted. I don’t know what to do, hehe.”

Yang Zhuihui kissed Wu Third Sister’s face a few times, gently stroking her smooth back. He felt that having a woman like Wu Third Sister, who was understanding and not jealous, was the happiest thing about his time travel.

"Husband, don't overthink it. As long as you have a clear conscience, that's enough."

Feeling Yang Zhuihui's erection, Wu Sanniang

's heart raced instantly. She murmured, "Husband, it's been so long since you've made love with a woman." Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard. The pent-up frustration of the past few days led him to indulge himself. So, like a beast, he stripped Wu Sanniang of her clothes. When he removed her pure white underpants, Wu Sanniang's jade-like vulva was displayed before her. In the soft moonlight, the beauty's private parts appeared mysterious and alluring.

Yang Zhuihui's hand slid freely across Wu Sanniang's vulva. Wu Sanniang seemed to have lost her soul, leaning against Yang Zhuihui's chest, letting him fondle her labia.

"Husband... um... I love you so much..."

Wu Sanniang murmured.

“Me too, you always calm my heart.”

Yang Zhuihui lifted Wu Sanniang’s chin, kissed her thin lips, gently sucking on her lower lip, then her upper lip, using his tongue to pry open her teeth, and Yang Zhuihui had already inserted his tongue inside.

“Mmm…mmm…”

Wu Sanniang, already used to this foreplay, very actively sucked on Yang Zhuihui’s tongue, her body trembling uncontrollably, especially when her engorged clitoris was being teased by Yang Zhuihui’s magic hands.

Kissing, Yang Zhuihui had already inserted two fingers into Wu Sanniang’s honey hole, and lustful fluids overflowed.

“Mmm…husband…I can’t take it anymore…”

Wu Sanniang gasped, her eyes flickering, her delicate body pressing even closer to Yang Zhuihui.

“Let me tell you, I haven’t done it for over fifty days, this time it’s going to be very fierce, you have to be prepared to be fucked to death by me.”

Yang Zhuihui teased.

“Don’t bully me!”

Wu Sanniang slumped weakly against Yang Zhuihui’s shoulders.

"Let me taste the flavor of your honey pot, okay?"

"It's dirty down there, why do you like doing that kind of thing, husband?"

Wu Sanniang lowered her head, not daring to look at Yang Zhuihui, afraid that she would be so excited that her heart would stop beating.

"This is an expression of love."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui knelt on the ground: "Spread your legs a little wider."

"I'm so shy,"

Wu Sanniang whispered, but she also opened her legs willingly.

Chapter 121, Riverside Sweet Affairs, May 26th.

Yang Zhuihui pressed open the two wet, slippery labia covered in her juices and licked his lover's flesh with his tongue.

"Mmm...mmm...husband...no...I'll run out of strength...mmm..."

With a strong suck, Yang Zhuihui swallowed a lot of her juices, and his tongue began to linger around Wu Sanniang's clitoris, constantly stimulating her.

With her most sensitive area attacked, Wu Sanniang felt dizzy, and her thighs instinctively clamped Yang Zhuihui's head, but she couldn't stop his tongue from attacking further. When Yang Zhuihui inserted his tongue into Wu Sanniang's wetness, Wu Sanniang tilted her head back and moaned, like a kitten longing to mate.

"Do you want it very much?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Don't tease me,"

Wu Sanniang said, covering her face.

“This is a normal exchange between husband and wife. If you don’t want it, and I still insert it, wouldn’t that hurt you?”

Yang Zhuihui stood up, already pulling out his erect penis.

Wu Sanniang secretly glanced at Yang Zhuihui’s huge penis, blushing and quickly covering her face, murmuring, “I want…I want…”

“Then what position do you want?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“Husband…likes…likes…the position…”

“I prefer to be penetrated from behind, so would you like to lie on the ground and stick your cute little butt up?”

Yang Zhuihui lewdly grinned.

Wu Sanniang was too ashamed to look at Yang Zhuihui, and murmured, "If my husband wants that position, I will cooperate."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Wu Sanniang tightly, kissed her face several times, and said, "The ground is too dirty, how can I bear to let you lie on the ground? Anyway, we have plenty of time together, we can do that position in bed later."

"Hmm..."

Yang Zhuihui's hand was playing with Wu Sanniang's vulva, stimulating her clitoris, and asked, "What do you want to do most right now?" "Sanniang doesn't know."

Wu Sanniang was almost dumbfounded by Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui knew what she wanted to do, so why did he ask?

"Sanniang."

"What is it?" "You're very wet down there, look."

Yang Zhuihui waved his hand, which was covered in her vaginal fluid, in front of Wu Sanniang's eyes. In the moonlight, Yang Zhuihui's fingers glistened, indicating that Wu Sanniang had a lot of vaginal fluid.

In front of Wu Sanniang, Yang Zhuihui sucked on his finger, deliberately making a loud noise, so much so that Wu Sanniang dared not look at him. She could only pretend to be focused on the Milky Way waterfall behind her, the cool water kissing her mature body, making her more alert. But then Yang Zhuihui inserted his finger into her vagina and stirred it, causing her to cry out again. Afraid of waking the spirit of the night, Wu Sanniang quickly covered her lips, but the moans that escaped from between her fingers were still so beautiful.

"Come here."

Pulling Wu Sanniang's hand, Yang Zhuihui first sat on the riverbank, dipping his feet into the water. "Open your legs, then sit down, remember to sit firmly."

"Still that kind of thing."

Wu Sanniang muttered, but still did as she was told.

She placed her feet on the outside of Yang Zhuihui's thighs and slowly sat down with his help.

Fearing that Wu Sanniang might sit on the wrong side and break his large penis, Yang Zhuihui deliberately held his penis with one hand and supported her slender waist with the other. When the head of his penis touched the entrance of her vagina, Wu Sanniang let out a groan, her body relaxed, and she quickly fell down like a deflated balloon.

*Splat*.

His entire penis was inserted into her vagina, and he enjoyed the sexual stimulation brought by the writhing of her vaginal flesh. Yang Zhuihui felt very satisfied, while Wu Sanniang, who was filled to the brim, convulsed all over and miraculously reached orgasm. She leaned softly against Yang Zhuihui's strong chest, trembling, her lower abdomen contracted violently, and her breasts heaved more rapidly, as if she had asthma.

He hugged Wu Sanniang tightly, kissed her earlobe, and said, "The moon is so bright tonight, Sanniang. You are as beautiful as Chang'e in the moon. I will love you for a lifetime."

"Me too."

Enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, Wu Sanniang was finally able to speak fluently.

“You are my first woman, and also the most sensible one among them. Third Sister, can you guide me in the right direction? I’m a little lost,”

Yang said regretfully.

"You have to walk your own path. If you don't like it, no amount of coercion will change that. So, do whatever you think is right, and I will support you."

"That's true, but it's really hard to walk this path with equanimity. I hear the Four Beauties preaching about self-sacrifice almost every day. Perhaps if it were any other man, they would have already sacrificed themselves. And to be honest, they really have no self; they're just slaves to their master. I really can't understand how their master could train them like this."

"Your master is a good person. Perhaps in her heart, only you are the most important, which is why she made the Four Beauties sacrifice themselves, using their bodies to help you."

"I hope so."

Yang Zhuihui thought of Wu Santong's death again, and his mood seemed to worsen. He grabbed Wu Sanniang's breasts with both hands, listening to her moans. Yang Zhuihui pinched her two hard, bean-like nipples and began to slowly thrust his hips, his penis moving in and out of Wu Sanniang's narrow vagina.

"Mmm... Husband... I can't take it anymore..."

Yang Zhuihui licked Wu Sanniang's earlobe with his tongue, further stimulating her lust and giving her an even stronger desire for intercourse. Serving his beloved wife, he could also obtain physical and psychological comfort. Why not? Moreover, Wu Sanniang possessed a jade-like body, and intercourse with such a woman was most beneficial for cultivating the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon. However, tonight, Yang Zhuihui did not want to involve too many martial arts factors.

His penis constantly rubbed against her flesh, which would occasionally suddenly wrinkle and vibrate frequently, like a bird flapping its wings, rubbing against Yang Zhuihui's penis, making him feel incredibly comfortable. However, he felt that this position was a bit too weak, so Yang Zhuihui had Wu Sanniang turn around, her jade arms hooking around his neck, and the two of them exerted force together.

Yang Zhuihui kept thrusting upwards, and Wu Sanniang cooperated by swaying or thrusting her honeyed buttocks, her jade breasts constantly shaking in front of Yang Zhuihui, creating waves of milk, making Yang Zhuihui almost want to devour her entire breasts.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Their tongues intertwined, saliva dripping onto Wu Sanniang's breasts and Yang Zhuihui's chest, but they paid no heed, still excitedly copulating, consuming each other's saliva.

The moon, which had been partially obscured by light clouds, was now fully revealed, like a loving elder bestowing more light upon them, making their copulation seem so sacred and beautiful, even the sounds of their genitals colliding were like a lullaby played by a night spirit.

When Wu Sanniang climaxed, Yang Zhuihui didn't hold back any longer, thrusting forcefully, penetrating her clitoris, reaching her cervix, letting out a muffled groan, Yang Zhuihui tightly embraced Wu Sanniang, and his semen spurted inside her with a series of "plop, plop."

"Husband...I love you so much..."

Wu Sanniang almost cried out, her ten fingers gripping Yang Zhuihui's shoulders until they bled.

Yang, panting, said, "Me too. Once the conflicts in the martial world are over, we can be happy for the rest of our lives."

"It's not that simple. The martial world and the imperial court are both places where dark clouds are swirling. It's absolutely impossible to escape unscathed,"

Wu Sanniang murmured.

“Then we’ll completely control the power of the martial world and the imperial court,”

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

“Like Master planned?”

“More or less, hehe.”

Yang Zhuihui stroked Wu Sanniang’s back and said, “You’re all sweaty, go wash up.”

“Whatever you say.”

When the limp penis slid out of her vagina, a lot of semen mixed with vaginal fluid spilled out. Smelling the fishy smell, both of them laughed. Then they jumped into the water, wiped each other’s bodies, went ashore, naked, and felt the breeze. After they dried, they put on their clothes, held each other’s hands, and walked towards their resting place.

In the morning, Chushan ran into Yang Zhuihui’s room, urging him to get up and go to the Shura Cave to cultivate. Helpless, Yang Zhuihui could only force his tired eyes open and follow her.

After going downstairs, Yang Zhuihui realized that the sun was already high in the sky. It seemed that Yang Zhuihui’s sleep quality was still quite good. After breakfast, under the watchful eyes of Wu Sanniang and You Shu, Yang Zhuihui and the four Lingxiao children went to the Shura Cave.

In the morning, Yang Zhuihui still diligently studied the three classic texts on governance: *Six Secret Teachings*, *Three Strategies*, and *The Book of Changes*. His head was still throbbing, but under the guidance of Chu Shan and Chu Yan, he made rapid progress.

Unexpectedly, he didn't have to go to the Asura Cave in the afternoon, which allowed him to sleep soundly until evening. He hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time. However, after dinner, he had to go to the Asura Cave to practice swordsmanship and palm techniques, which made him feel down again, as if he didn't want his mood to be as depressed as the night before.

"Ready?"

Chu Zhi had already drawn her Bloodthirsty Sword, which emitted bursts of blood-red light under the moonlight.

Yang Zhuihui, who had already infused the Dragon-Carved Sword with true energy, nodded, trying hard to recall the incantation of the Frost and Snow Flying Sword and attacking Chu Zhi, but the sword was still knocked away.

"Still not good,"

Chu Shan shook her head.

"Continue!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

"Yes, Sect Leader!"

Chu Zhi bowed and then assumed a defensive posture again, her clear eyes fixed on the now very serious Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui didn't attack recklessly as before. Instead, he closed his eyes and meditated, trying to relax and wield his sword casually. He had gripped the sword very tightly before, but now he loosened his grip considerably, feeling the sword become much lighter, and his swordsmanship speed increased significantly.

Opening his eyes, a confident smile appeared on his face. Yang Zhuihui shouted, "Flying Frost is like a sword, a sword is like flying frost! At least I understand this principle now. Take this!"

With that shout, Yang Zhuihui attacked again.

"Teach me!"

Chu Zhi cried out, meeting the attack head-on.

Sparks flew as the two swords clashed, the force of the impact sending both of them back several steps.

Chu Zhi, stopping in her tracks, rushed towards Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui, however, held Chu Zhi firmly, his five fingers gripping the hilt of his sword, forcefully injecting more true energy. With a roar, the dragon-carved sword spun rapidly as he pushed it forward.

"Only by controlling the sword can frost and snow be formed!"

Chu Zhi seemed surprised that Yang Zhuihui had used the Frost and Snow Flying Sword technique so quickly, and hurriedly stopped, holding her sword horizontally.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The tip of the Carved Dragon Sword struck the Bloodthirsty Sword, its rapid spin numbing Chu Zhi's arm and sending her flying backward, leaving a sword mark in her face.

Yang Zhuihui rushed forward, not to retrieve his sword, but to leap behind Chu Zhi, placing his hand on her shoulder and laughing, "You're sparring with the sword, not with me, are you?"

Cold sweat beaded on Chu Zhi's face. With a clear whistle, she pushed the Bloodthirsty Sword forward, dissolving the true energy from the Carved Dragon Sword. The Carved Dragon Sword, seemingly soulless, clattered to the ground.

Seeing this, Chu Shan clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Sect Leader, that was a good move!"

"Good in what way?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"The Frost and Snow Flying Sword technique taught by Master actually involves controlling the sword with the palm after multiple rotations and movements. There's no reason to push it out. However, Sect Leader, your inner strength is profound, and you can continuously replenish it through the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon. So even if you consume a lot at once, it's fine. This is the biggest difference

between you and other martial artists." After a pause, Chu Shan continued, "That's why you can inject so much true energy into the sword, allowing the true energy to replace your hands and freeing your own. Therefore, your enemies don't just want to deal with you; they also have a living sword."

"That's what you call shamelessness is invincible,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed regretfully.

Chapter 122, Temptation by a Beauty.

Chu Zhi shook her arm and said, "If I can't block it with my sword, my life will be in danger."

"Sorry, it was just a flash of inspiration, I didn't mean much by it."

"It's alright, seeing the sect leader's rapid progress makes Chu Zhi very happy."

They were being polite to each other, while the fault-finding Chu Yu said coldly, "If anything happens to my sister, I will definitely use the Ti Xuan technique to drain you dry."

"Chu Yu, don't affect the sect leader,"

Chu Shan comforted.

Yang Zhuihui didn't care, he was used to Chu Yu's cold words anyway. Compared to the obedience of the three Chus, Yang Zhuihui preferred the talkative Chu Yu, which proved that Chu Yu had a strong sense of self and wouldn't just think about sacrificing herself.

One night, Yang Zhuihui practiced the Frost and Snow Flying Sword. His favorite move was, of course, his self-created "Man and Sword United." He practiced on Chuzhi the first time, but dared not do so the second time, fearing for Chuzhi's safety. So, he used a tree as his opponent, infusing the Dragon-Carved Sword with even more true energy, which spun out and pierced the old tree. The rapid rotation drilled a large hole in the tree trunk. Yang Zhuihui then strolled away, watching the continuously spinning Dragon-Carved Sword. Only when it slowed down did he grasp it. He

plunged his fist into the tree hole and casually tapped it a few times. The ancient tree crashed to the ground, raising clouds of dust that made Chuzhi curse Yang Zhuihui.

In the following instances, Yang Zhuihui used the rocks around the Asura Cave as his practice targets, with excellent results. Round holes, each more than two feet deep, appeared in the rocks.

After mastering the moves, Yang Zhuihui had exhausted a considerable amount of his true energy. His legs were weak, and he simply sat down on the ground, panting. For an ordinary person, such a depletion of true energy would either kill them or leave them crippled. But Yang Zhuihui had plenty of true energy; a single session of dual cultivation could replenish it completely. Therefore, his body was like a rechargeable battery; his penis was his charger, and women were the source of his current.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui so exhausted, Chu Shan asked, "Sect Leader, shall we continue?" "No, all my muscles are sore."

Yang Zhuihui lay on the ground, gazing at the bright moon in the sky. Although his body was tired, his mood was very good.

"Let's give the Sect Leader a massage."

With that, Chu Shan began massaging Yang Zhuihui's shoulders, Chu Zhi massaged his arms, and Chu Yan massaged his thighs, occasionally stroking the inside of his thighs, making Yang Zhuihui's penis very erect. Chu Yu stood to the side with a cold and arrogant expression.

Yang Zhuihui's vision had faded; only Chu Shan's swaying, enormous breasts, almost spilling out of her neckline, aroused his lust, yet he didn't want to possess them. So he closed his eyes, enjoying the massage from the three Chus, too comfortable to move.

"Sect Leader, do you want us tonight? We can spend the night in the cave,"

Chu Yan said suggestively.

"I can't help it, I'm too tired."

"But…" Chu Yan stared at Yang Zhuihui's confidently erect penis, saying, "But it's still quite vigorous here."

"That's an instinctive reaction, driven by primal desires, it's normal. But don't think I want it, and even if I did, it wouldn't be today. I'm really tired."

Actually, having sex now could replenish the true energy he had previously consumed, but he really didn't want to possess them.

"The sect leader is very tired, so there's no need to force yourself,"

Chu Shan said softly.

"Alright,"

Chu Yan seemed a little disappointed.

After massaging for a while, Yang Zhuihui went back with them.

For the next half month, Yang Zhuihui practiced several martial arts, including Frost and Snow Flying Sword, Garan Asks Buddha, Sky-Shattering Strike, Hundred Steps Piercing Yang, and Eagle Soaring in the Clear Sky. With the help of his powerful internal energy, Yang Zhuihui progressed very quickly, and almost every two days he would have sex with Wu Sanniang or the mermaid sisters under the Heavenly Immortal Spring, replenishing his internal energy while experiencing the intense stimulation brought by sex. However, Wu Sanniang couldn't handle the second form of the Lustful Dragon. With three major acupoints sealed and being penetrated by a hot penis, she felt comfortable but also wanted to urinate. What embarrassed Wu Sanniang the most was that almost every time Yang Zhuihui finished absorbing the essence of sex and pulled out his penis, Wu Sanniang would experience a squirting.

Yang Zhuihui didn't explain to Wu Sanniang what squirting was, so Wu Sanniang always mistakenly thought she had lost control of her bladder.

It wasn't until three months after arriving at Ruoxian Island that he became proficient in the Governing World Manual and the five martial arts techniques.

"Let me show you this move,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a wicked smile, using the Eagle Soaring Through the Sky technique to leap into the air. Due to the obstruction of the leaves, the four young girls had difficulty seeing where Yang Zhuihui was. They waited looking up for a long time, but he didn't come down, making their necks a little sore.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Zhuihui walked over with an apple and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the Sect Leader... um?"

Chu Shan turned around and looked at the smug Yang Zhuihui, realizing they had been tricked! This Sect Leader had actually used his superior lightness skill to find apples to eat, leaving them standing there like fools.

"Sect Leader, you're playing tricks on us again!"

Chu Yan shouted, drawing her bow and shooting an arrow that pierced the apple in Yang Zhuihui's hand, startling him so much he almost screamed.

"I flew to a very, very high place, and then when I got hungry, I went to find apples to eat."

Yang Zhuihui walked over, his hand, which had been hidden behind his back, now held out four ripe red apples. "One for each of you."

"Thank you, Sect Leader,"

Chu Shan, Chu Yan, and Chu Zhi said in unison, only Chu Yu remained indifferent.

The five of them found a flat spot to sit down and chatted, mostly asking Yang Zhuihui how his training was going. In fact, Yang Zhuihui had completely mastered the five martial arts techniques several days ago, but he didn't like them mentioning the "Yin-Sucking Heart Technique," so he kept saying that he hadn't mastered it yet and needed to practice more diligently.

After resting, Yang Zhuihui began practicing his leg techniques, with Chu Yan as his sparring partner.

When Yang Zhuihui's toe swept towards Chu Yan's mature face and stopped, Yang Zhuihui laughed, "Your movements are too slow. I can finish you off with just one toe."

Chu Yan glared at Yang Zhuihui and opened her mouth to bite his toe.

With a scream of agony, Yang Zhuihui finally conceded defeat, the price being a massage for Chu Yan. As he massaged her, he gazed at her large breasts, deliberately pulled low so low that even the areolas were visible, and drool almost dripped from his mouth. Two

days later,

Yang Zhuihui stood by the Heavenly Immortal Spring, with Chu Shan standing behind him. She whispered, "Sect Leader, you've mastered every move to a divine degree. It's time to discuss cultivating the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique."

"I am the Sect Leader. You have no right to order me around,"

Yang Zhuihui said coldly.

"This is Master's order, please obey, Sect Leader."

Chu Shan bowed and said, "If we cannot help the Sect Leader master the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, Master will not forgive us."

"Actually..." Yang Zhuihui turned to look at Chu Shan, "Actually, living is quite good, and this place is peaceful. You four can definitely live happily together, so why are you so persistent? I have learned everything I need to learn, and I will leave in a few days. Your behavior is bothering me."

"I'm sorry."

Chu Shan hurriedly knelt on the ground, "This is all Master's order."

Helping Chu Shan up, Yang Zhuihui walked towards the resting place without looking back.

Looking at Yang Zhuihui, Chu Shan muttered to herself, "If soft tactics don't work, we'll have to be forceful. We must fulfill Master's orders, even if it costs us our lives."

During dinner, Yang Zhuihui announced that they would be leaving Ruoxian Island in two days. Everyone's expressions varied. The most reluctant were Shi Le and Xiao Yue, who had fallen in love with the place where they could soak in the baths all day. The most excited was Guo Fu, who missed her parents terribly. The calmest-looking were the four Lingxiao children, their calmness sending a chill down Yang Zhuihui's spine.

Near the end of the meal, Chu Shan suggested going to the Shura Cave to cultivate that evening. Yang Zhuihui couldn't refuse, so he agreed, knowing he would never cultivate the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique.

Night seemed to fall faster than Yang Zhuihui had anticipated. When he realized the darkness was beginning to engulf his surroundings, the four children were already before him, seemingly unaffected, offering a smile. Yang Zhuihui then followed them to the Shura Cave.

"Do you want to go too?"

Guo Fu asked, seeing Xia Yao lazily leaning against the window.

"No, I just needed some fresh air."

Xia Yao, now fully recovered, was as gentle as ever, less so than before, like a thorny dragonfly protecting itself with its thorns.

Entering the Asura Cave, Yang Zhuihui stopped near its depths, saying, "No need to go any further."

"The Yin-Sucking Heart Technique is inside,"

Chu Shan said calmly.

"I've already said I won't cultivate it."

"Master's..."

"Don't use Master to pressure me!"

Yang Zhuihui almost roared, "If you didn't use Master as an excuse, and didn't prioritize cultivating the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, perhaps I would still be with you. But with these two conditions, I won't agree."

"You have no choice."

Chu Zhi had already drawn her Bloodthirsty Sword.

Standing at the back, Chu Yu yawned and said, "I do wish we had some choices; at least I wouldn't want to do that."

Standing in front of Yang Zhuihui, Chu Shan said gently, "We don't want to force you with force, so we hope the sect leader will favor the four of us."

"With your current martial arts, you are definitely no match for me. At most, you'll both be injured. Anyway, I won't do that,"

Yang Zhuihui sneered, already drawing his unsharpened dragon-carved sword.

"Sect leader, we don't want to see blood. Let's compare our internal strength. If you are stronger than me, I will admit defeat,"

Chu Shan said.

"Alright."

"Sister, isn't this obviously going to result in a loss?"

Chu Yu exclaimed, but then immediately laughed and said, "That would be best. The four of us wouldn't have to do that kind of thing with this lecher."

"Please."

Chu Shan had already begun to circulate her energy.

Sheathing his sword, Yang Zhuihui also circulated his energy, saying, "It might injure your meridians. I can only apologize in advance."

"Please enlighten me!"

Chu Shan shouted, pushing out her left palm.

Yang Zhuihui caught Chushan's left palm with his right and exerted his strength, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and then collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

When Yang Zhuihui woke up again, he was lying naked in the deepest part of the cave, his limbs were bound. Chushan, Chuyan, and Chuzhi were all naked, while Chuyu was lying in the corner, seemingly unconscious.

"What's going on?"

Yang Zhuihui tried to exert his strength, but his body was as limp as a puddle of mud.

Chu Shan, who was studying the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, turned around, displaying her mature and delicate body without any concealment to Yang Zhuihui. Her hairless, plump labia added to her maturity.

"I put a drug in your food. If you overexert yourself within four hours, you will faint, so you'd better not struggle. I have roughly grasped the key points of the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, and we can start practicing together now."

After a pause, Chu Shan continued, "Chu Zhi, you are in charge of acupressure."

"What about me?"

Chu Yan asked.

"It'll be your turn when I'm better."

Chu Shan was already kneeling on either side of Yang Zhuihui's thighs, staring at his erect penis, and said, "Sect Leader, tonight the three of us belong to you. Chu Yu wants to live, so please take good care of her."

"No!"

Yang Zhuihui roared, "I absolutely won't allow you to do this!"

"Sect Leader, please taste my jade torrential rain first."

Chapter 123, Sacrifice.

After saying this, Chu Shan sat down naturally, and the head of her penis entered her jade.

"No!"

Yang Zhuihui roared.

Unfortunately, it was too late. With a groan from Chu Shan, the entire penis was inserted, directly breaking through her very shallow flower core, and blood flowed from the point of intercourse.

"Ugh... ugh... Sect Leader..."

Chu Shan groaned with great satisfaction, rubbing her large breasts with both hands and beginning to sway her honey buttocks, and the penis began to work busily in and out.

"Chu Shan, you madwoman!"

Yang Zhuihui cursed.

“Any woman with a torrential downpour will have a sunken nose and an unusually broad forehead, making her face look like a basin or a barrel. The shape of her vulva perfectly matches her appearance. This type of vulva has a wide outer perimeter and a wide cavity, and the clitoris is very shallow. If you are not a master in this area, you will often hesitate outside, not knowing how to attack. However, once you cross the threshold, the clitoris is there waiting for you. After five or six thrusts, the woman will let out moans of pleasure and twist her body and limbs without restraint. Therefore, the man will also be affected and will quickly reach orgasm. When you encounter a woman with this appearance, before you engage in close combat, you must first calm down and be vigilant, and then proceed carefully. If you are not careful, you can easily be seduced by her and ejaculate in no time.”

Chu Shan smiled and said, “This is the characteristic of my jade artifact. Perhaps the sect leader will wonder why I am so beautiful. This is because we are actually artificial jade artifacts, but we have the same function, so there are some differences in appearance. I believe the master will be very satisfied.”

"I order you to stop immediately in the name of the sect leader!"

Yang Zhuihui roared, but he had no strength left in his body, just like when he was raped by Shi Le.

Chu Shan pressed her hands to the ground, thrusting even more vigorously, her vaginal fluid mixed with blood flowing out, adorning Yang Zhuihui's pubic hair, while Chu Shan's two hairless, plump labia opened and closed, like a small mouth holding Yang Zhuihui's thick penis, constantly spitting out vaginal fluid.

"Chu Shan,"

Yang Zhuihui roared.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Chu Shan's expression was both painful and pleasurable, staring blankly at Chu Zhi, and said, "Do as I say, if you don't cultivate, I won't be able to hold on, because the sect leader's is too big, it feels very good."

"Really?"

Chu Yan pointed her slender finger to her lower lip, seemingly not thinking that this was something that would cost her her life.

Following Chu Shan's instructions, Chu Zhi first pressed Yang Zhuihui's Dahe and Huiyin acupoints to prevent him from ejaculating suddenly, and then pressed Yang Zhuihui's Tanzhong and Jiuwei acupoints on his chest.

"Ugh...it's so swollen..."

Chu Shan shivered, her buttocks swaying even more vigorously as she moaned, "It's the middle courtyard now."

"Alright,"

Chu Zhi replied.

"Ugh...ugh...I'm almost there..."

Chu Shan bit her lower lip, shaking like a madwoman, murmuring, "I can't hold on any longer, quickly seal my four full points."

"Sister..."

Chu Zhi seemed a little confused. Once this acupoint was pressed, Chu Shan's yin essence would flow uncontrollably until all of it was released, meaning Chu Shan would die in the throes of orgasm.

"Hurry!"

Chu Shan shouted.

"Yes..."

Chu Zhi's eyes were moist as she cried as she pressed Chu Shan's four full points.

"It's coming!"

Chu Shan raised her head, looking extremely confused. As her vaginal fluids gushed from her uterus, her entire body convulsed. Waves of fluids sprayed onto Yang Zhuihui's glans, being absorbed bit by bit by his penis. Because many important acupoints in her body were sealed, the essence absorbed from the vaginal fluids flowed into her dantian, but instead of merging with Yang Zhuihui's own essence, it flowed along the meridians. When it encountered a sealed acupoint, it flowed to other meridians, thus strengthening her muscles and bones.

"I'm going to die!"

Chu Shan bit her lips until they bled. Wave after wave of vaginal fluids sprayed onto his glans, and in a short time, she had reached ten orgasms in a row. Her face was flushed and pale, and the spasms in her lower abdomen were becoming more pronounced.

Yang Zhuihui's entire penis was almost soaked in vaginal fluids. He had never experienced such an incredibly pleasurable feeling before, but it came at the cost of Chu Shan's life. He didn't care, but he couldn't stop the stubborn Chu Shan. He roared, but Chu Shan ignored him. She was painfully enjoying the multiple orgasms that exceeded her expectations.

"Chuzhi, you're the best! Stop Chushan's suicidal act!"

Yang Zhuihui roared.

At this moment, Chuzhi was stroking her vulva. Because her body was still that of a ten-year-old, she was worried that such a thick penis wouldn't fit, and was doing warm-up exercises.

Looking at Chushan and Yang Zhuihui, Chuzhi chose to remain silent, but her eyes were already wet, and she mechanically rubbed her vulva.

"Sister Chushan, let's just the two of us. Let Chuzhi keep Chuyu company, otherwise Chuyu will be lonely in the future,"

Chuyan suggested.

"No... at least three are needed to master it..."

Chushan's expression was extremely painful, because she was constantly experiencing orgasms. After a hundred consecutive orgasms, Chushan was already breathless. She glanced at Yang Zhuihui and smiled, "Knowing the sect leader is the greatest happiness of my life. I'm sleepy." With

a sway of her body, the penis slid out of her vagina, and Chushan collapsed to the side, slowly closing her eyes.

"Chushan!"

Yang Zhuihui called out, his penis covered in Chushan's vaginal fluid.

"Sister Chuyan, I'll go first."

With that, Chuzhi took Chushan's place, using her hands to part her pink labia. Looking at the large, red glans, Chuzhi was a little worried that her lower body would be torn, but she still slowly sat down.

"Chuzhi, you..."

Yang Zhuihui was already helpless, completely powerless to prevent the tragedy from happening.

The glans pressed against the entrance of her vagina, Chuzhi's expression was somewhat painful. She wanted to sit down as calmly as Chushan, but she simply couldn't, because her vagina was very tight, completely different from a torrential downpour. Perhaps that was why her body was so small.

"Chu Zhi's jade vulva is a purse-shaped opening. This type of vulva has a wide opening, but it narrows once inside. When the opening is opened, the vulva closes tightly, clamping the penis shut. This causes the man's penis to swell like an inflated balloon, getting stuck at the vulva's entrance. Unless the vulva opens automatically, the man can't pull out and has to beg for mercy from Yu Jiao Niang. This is what's commonly called a 'purse-shaped' vulva."

After a pause, Chu Zhi continued, "I will serve the sect leader like Sister Chu Shan did."

She slowly sat down, the glans of her penis slowly inserting. Chu Zhi's expression was extremely painful, feeling like her lower body was about to be torn apart, but she still endured the excruciating pain and sat down.

"A short pain is better than a long one,"

Chu Yan suggested.

"Hmm."

Chu Zhi hummed, relaxing her whole body. The thick penis thrust straight in, fully inserted. Accompanied by Chu Zhi's scream, Yang Zhuihui's penis was completely inside, reaching Chu Zhi's uterus. There was no way around it; Chu Zhi's vagina was already very short.

Seeing the blood flowing from their point of contact, Chu Zhi's tears also flowed. She sobbed as she moved her little bottom, and the small bumps on her still-developing breasts grew considerably.

"Sect Leader... ugh... Chu Zhi's lower body hurts so much... but I know Sect Leader feels very good..."

Yang Zhuihui knew that saying more was useless, so he simply closed his eyes and endured this nightmarish intercourse.

Chu Zhi didn't reach orgasm as quickly as Chu Shan; her body was too immature. After a quarter of an hour, Chu Zhi, experiencing the illusion of needing to urinate, knew she was nearing orgasm. She had Chu Yan seal her four acupoints, and then, like Chu Shan, she painfully yet pleasurably enjoyed her first orgasm.

"Ugh..."

Her head held high, Chu Zhi trembled all over, her pretty face pale, her hands tightly gripping Yang Zhuihui's arm, leaving bruises.

After experiencing approximately eighty orgasms, Chu Zhi felt her soul about to separate from her body, and her vision began to hallucinate. She saw a dozen or so Yang Zhuihui, who smiled faintly, and then she collapsed to the side, lying in Chu Shan's arms, murmuring, clinging to Chu Shan like a homeless child, before closing her eyes and never opening them again.

Looking at the dead Chu Shan and Chu Zhi, Chu Yan's expression was somewhat strange, neither sad nor happy. Mechanically, she knelt in the spot where they had once knelt, then slowly sat down, mimicking their tone to explain the jade artifact's intricate structure.

"The jade gate of the Nine-Bend Jade Vagina is extremely narrow, with a shallow clitoris. The cavity is like a winding sheep path, with a unique structure. When having sex with a woman with this type of vulva for the first time, one often cannot find the entrance and can only anxiously sweat profusely. However, once the clitoris is touched, a sudden rhythmic contraction occurs. Moreover, the woman will constantly twist her serpentine waist, emitting dreamlike moans and gasps, turning and writhing. At this time, the man often loses control and is led into an indescribable bliss. A woman with this type of vulva will have round eyes and will most likely experience a difficult childbirth, perhaps even dying as a result. Hehe, it's a pity I won't live to see that day of difficult childbirth. I am the end of the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique. As long as I offer my life, the sect leader will be invulnerable to swords and spears."

"I don't want it!"

Yang Zhui said angrily, still not opening his eyes.

"The sect leader can protect more women in the future."

With that, Chu Yan sat down, letting out a painful whimper. The penis was already inside her and began to move rapidly.

Perhaps because it was still a long time, Chu Yan's movements weren't fast. After a quarter of an hour, she withdrew the penis, leaving it pressed against her anus, and said, "From the first day the sect leader arrived, Chu Yan wanted to give her first time to the sect leader as well. If we don't do it today, we'll never have the chance again."

As the glans pushed open the sphincter and entered her anus, Chu Yan's expression became even more pained, trembling as she said, "It's not as comfortable as I imagined, but it's still a kind of happiness."

"You're all idiots!"

Yang Zhuihui roared angrily.

“Master’s orders are more important than anything else. In our hearts, there is only Master and Sect Leader, so we have no regrets. Compared to a life of monotony, we may yearn for a spectacular end to an ordinary life.”

After thrusting for a while, Chu Yan, finding anal sex uncomfortable, swallowed Yang Zhuihui’s penis with her jade pendant again and began to violently sway her hips. Her huge breasts constantly emitted waves, but unfortunately, there was no audience. The only audience, Yang Zhuihui, kept his eyes closed.

“Sect Leader… I’m going to cum too…”

Chu Yan choked out, pressing the Siman acupoint on her lower abdomen. At the same time, her vaginal fluids also gushed out. She cried while enduring the intense stimulation of the orgasm. Enjoying it two or three times was fine, but after a few more times, Chu Yan couldn’t take it anymore. She felt completely drained and extremely uncomfortable.

Chu Yan didn’t know how many times she had orgasmed. She only knew that she was getting closer and closer to death. When she shouted Yang Zhuihui’s name with all her might, her mind went blank, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the side, with a lot of vaginal fluid still gushing out from the swollen jade pendant.

As Chu Yan's life faded, Yang Zhuihui's body began to undergo subtle changes. Every meridian swelled, as if countless insects were wriggling within them.

His face, chest, and lower abdomen would sometimes bulge and sometimes sink, as if a divine craftsman were reassembling Yang Zhuihui's body.

Chapter 124, Finally Meeting Huang Rong.

An hour passed, and this reassembly was finally nearing its end.

To the naked eye, Yang Zhuihui's body appeared normal, but having been forced to cultivate the Yin-Sucking Heart Technique, he now possessed an invulnerable body, impervious to ordinary weapons.

Four hours finally passed, and Yang Zhuihui roared, his sealed acupoints forcibly broken by his true energy, and his semen shot out.

Breaking the ropes, Yang Zhuihui sat on the ground, panting heavily, looking at the three snow-white bodies. Yang Zhuihui's head felt like it had been hit by a stone, the pain so intense that he was at a loss. He never expected that the four young girls would drug his food.

At this moment, Chuyu also woke up. Upon seeing the three sisters' corpses, Chuyu was immediately terrified. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she threw herself onto them, crying incessantly.

Yang Zhuihui stroked Chuyu's hair and said, "I'm sorry, I can't stop them. I won't fight back if they hit or scold me."

Chuyu choked up and said, "It's not your fault. They did it willingly. But why won't they let me do it? I can't live alone. Waaaaah..."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Chuyu tightly and said, "You still have me with you from now on."

"You don't belong to me."

"But you belong to me."

"No, I belong to myself. I don't belong to anyone."

Chuyu touched Chuzhi's pale face. When her hand touched Chuzhi's chest, she hurriedly said, "There's still a heartbeat. She's not dead!" "Really?"

Yang Zhuihui checked the chests of the three Chuyus. They all had heartbeats, but they were very weak. In order to keep them alive, Yang Zhuihui straightened them up and clapped his hands on the four acupoints on their backs: Shendao, Shentang, Shenzhu, and Xinyu, forcibly pouring true energy into their bodies.

The process took half an hour. Standing anxiously to the side, Chu Yu constantly wiped the sweat from Yang Zhuihui's face, fearing something might happen to him.

Yang Zhuihui lowered his hands and began to regulate his breathing, while Chu Yu helped the three children dress.

After a while, he opened his eyes and asked, "Check their breathing."

"They're both breathing, but very weak,"

Chu Yu said excitedly.

"At least they're not dead, so I'm relieved. If they were all dead, I would spend the rest of my life in guilt."

Yang Zhuihui, exhausted from expending too much internal energy, circulated his true energy along his meridians three times before stopping to regulate his breathing, saying, "I'll stay here tonight and not go back. I hope they'll wake up tomorrow morning."

"You wouldn't have any designs on me, would you?"

Chu Yu glared at Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui laughed loudly, "Unless you offer yourself up."

"Forget it, that kind of thing is too terrifying. My sisters are all like this, I'd rather die than do it."

After covering the three young girls with clothes, Chu Yu glanced at Yang Zhuihui and said, "Can you put your clothes on properly? Seeing that thing down there makes me want to cut it off."

Knowing that Chu Yu meant what she said, Yang Zhuihui quickly put on his clothes and sat there quietly watching the three young girls.

An hour later, the very tired Chu Yu leaned against Yang Zhuihui and fell asleep.

"Sleep well, tomorrow will be a sunny day."

Saying this, Yang Zhuihui kissed Chu Yu's cheek.

"Mmm..."

Chu Yu smiled faintly.

Looking at the light shining from the cave entrance, Yang Zhuihui knew that daytime had arrived. He woke Chu Yu up and checked the three young girls' bodies, finding that their breathing and heartbeats were normal, but they remained in a deep coma, somewhat like vegetative state patients.

Yang Zhuihui left Chuyu in the Shura Cave, first carrying Chushan back, then returning to carry Chuyan back, and finally Chuzhi back, while Chuyu stayed by his side.

Looking at the three Chuyu lying on the bed like sleeping beauties, Yang Zhuihui lovingly stroked their faces.

"What are your plans now?"

Chuyu asked.

"Wait a few more days, they should wake up."

"Hmm."

For the next five days, besides his usual training, Yang Zhuihui spent most of his time with the three Chuyu, but they showed no signs of waking, unable to eat, only able to maintain a faint life force through the morning energy transfer.

Finally, helpless, Yang Zhuihui decided to retreat to Dushi City; perhaps only his master knew how to revive them.

The wind was a little chilly, and behind them came the deafening roar of a waterfall plunging into the sea. Yang Zhuihui and his group stood on the cliff edge, the Divine Eagle ready for takeoff.

Looking at the petite and adorable Chuyu, Yang Zhuihui said, "Take good care of the three of them for me."

"They are all my sisters, you don't need to tell me, I will take good care of them,"

Chuyu huffed.

"Anyway, I hope all four of you are safe. Who knows when we'll meet again after this parting?"

"It's best if we don't meet. I know you're always after me,"

Chu Yu continued humming.

Chu Yu did indeed enjoy arguing with Yang Zhuihui; her personality was somewhat like Guo Fu's, but she was more like a child. Smiling, Yang Zhuihui had already had the women mount the divine eagle.

"Saya, remember to take good care of my Tixuan; it's my treasure!"

Chu Yu called out.

Saya, now the owner of Tixuan, hugged You Shu and nodded, "Don't worry, you're my master. I will definitely take good care of the weapon you gave me. If we meet again, I will definitely tell you how well I wielded it."

"It should be useful in the outside world,"

Chu Yu said, sounding somewhat disappointed. "And you three, you inherited your sisters' weapons; you must take good care of them!"

"Definitely!"

Wu San Niang, Shi Le, and Guo Fu shouted simultaneously.

"Oh no! If you don't leave soon, I'm going to cry!"

Chu Yu puffed out her cheeks and shouted, "Hurry up and go!"

"We'll meet again."

Yang Zhuihui climbed onto the back of the divine eagle, waved to Chu Yu, and with a command, the divine eagle flapped its wings and took off, its body emitting a golden light more dazzling than the morning sun. After glancing at Chu Yu a few times, with a cry, the divine eagle carried them northward.

Watching the divine eagle getting further and further away from her, Chu Yu's eyes were already wet, and she murmured, "I promised myself I wouldn't cry, but why am I still crying? How could I possibly care about that lecherous wolf who made my sisters sleep so long?"

Yang Zhuihui couldn't remember how long he had been traveling, it seemed to be almost four months, and he had stayed on Ruoxian Island for nearly three months.

Thinking that he could return to Huang Rong's side, Yang Zhuihui was very excited, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.

(Beautiful mature woman, here I come!

With the Divine Condor, it should only take three or four days to reach Dushi City, but those three or four days will be very difficult, because Yang Zhuihui is preoccupied with Huang Rong.

Two days later, when Yang Zhuihui and his group stayed near Zhengzhou, they learned that the elite Tatar troops were engaged in fierce fighting with the defenders of Dushi City near Longxiao Pass. Yang Zhuihui clearly remembered that Longxiao Pass was a Tatar stronghold; even if the Ming army was stupid, they wouldn't attack, especially with the exceptionally intelligent Huang Rong assisting Guo Jing.

Confused, Yang Zhuihui continued his journey early the next morning.

After sending Xia Yao to the capital and bidding her farewell, the group continued north.

Upon arriving at Dushi City, they heard...) Only after the maidservant of the military headquarters recounted the events of the past four months did Yang Zhuihui learn what had happened.

As soon as Yang Zhuihui and his entourage left, the iron cavalry led by Xin Ai, the eldest son of Anda Khan, attacked Dushi City. They were ambushed by the Ming army outside the city and fled in disarray. This was considered a great victory, but the corrupt Emperor Jiajing, influenced by the scoundrel Shao Yuanjie, ordered the Dushi City garrison to pursue them. Huang Rong wrote a letter overnight, but received no response. Helpless, she could only set out with Guo Jing, but their progress was extremely slow. She hoped Jiajing would rescind his order, but to no avail.

Thus, the Ming army and the Tatars had been fighting in the Longxiao Pass area for nearly three months, a fact completely unknown to Yang Zhuihui.

"I'm going to save my parents!"

Guo Fu cried.

"Of course!"

Looking at them, Yang Zhuihui finally had the four women, each possessing a unique weapon, ride with him on the divine eagle, leaving Xiaoyue to care for You Shu, and they set off for Longxiao Pass.

Longxiao Pass.

"No! This is blatant suicide! Kill that damned emperor!"

Even the usually polite Ma Fang couldn't help but curse. Looking at the surging iron cavalry, he was wounded in several places, his right leg wrapped in bandages.

Standing beside him, Huang Rong, dressed in a thin silk dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure, had her long hair whipped by the cold wind, constantly slapping against her lightly made-up face. Gazing at the two armies already engaged in battle two miles ahead, her expression was extremely grave, deeply fearing for her husband Guo Jing, who was leading the charge.

Although Huang Rong was a disciple of Huang Yaoshi, she had learned strategizing and didn't practice martial arts like Guo Jing. Therefore, her most important task at the military camp was to offer advice and strategies. Without her help, Guo Jing, a mere warrior, could never have become the defending general.

Behind every successful man is a woman who silently supports him; Huang Rong was the best embodiment of this saying.

"It seems we can't stop this wave,"

Huang Rong sighed. "Our deaths are nothing to regret, but this will create an unstoppable momentum. Defense is clearly the only strategy, yet the emperor listens to slander and dares to think that our mere 40,000 defenders can take over the entire Tatar territory. This is the biggest joke!"

"Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; all we can do is obey orders,"

sighed Ma Fang, who had almost lost his life in the war.

"We can't hold on."

Huang Rong's eyes widened, as if she could see the iron cavalry slaughtering the people of Dushi, and she was on the verge of tears.

A bird's cry startled Huang Rong from her nightmare. Looking up at the golden-feathered divine bird, she thought it was a deity descending to earth, staring blankly as it landed in front of her.

"Mother!"

Guo Fu cried out and rushed into Huang Rong's arms in a few steps.

"Auntie, I'm back! Xiao Xue is unharmed,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Huang Rong's eyes were blurry as she hugged her daughter tightly, kissed her forehead, and said, "Your grandfather said you went to Qiongzhou, and I was so worried. I've been waiting for your return day and night."

Glancing at Saya, dressed in a kimono, and Wu Sanniang, still veiled, Huang Rong continued, "Did you find the Nine Yin Manual?"

"We'll talk about that when we get back. Let's defeat them first. Xiao Xue, Saya, Xianni, Shile, let the Tatars see our strength!" Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

"Yes!"

"Mother, I'm capable of going to the battlefield now. Mother, watch over me from here."

With that, Guo Fu walked down the hillside.

"Fu'er!"

Huang Rong called out.

Guo Fu smiled but didn't linger.

Drawing his Bloodthirsty Sword, Shi Le smiled charmingly at the sword that craved blood, murmuring, "Master will feed you."

"Xian Ni, attack from a distance, don't get too close,"

Yang Zhuihui commanded.

"Closer is better,"

Wu Sanniang smiled faintly, saying, "Xian Ni can take care of herself, Young Master Yang doesn't need to worry."

Looking at the strange combination of four women and one man, Ma Fang, leaning on his cane, asked doubtfully, "This is the first time I've seen women on the battlefield, oh no, it should be the second time, Madam, you're one too."

"They all seem to have matured, hopefully they can reverse the tide."

Chapter 125, Following Huang Rong,

the five walked briskly, watching the two armies clashing. Yang Zhuihui was a little worried about accidentally injuring others, so he specifically emphasized again that those wearing which type of armor were their own; fortunately, the Tatar army was all on horseback, while the Ming army was mostly on foot.

Wu Sanniang had already positioned herself, drawn her bow, aimed at a Tatar soldier, and released the arrow. The arrow whistled through the air, piercing the man's chest and continuing its trajectory backward at the same speed, killing five Tatar soldiers in succession.

This was the greatest advantage of the Divine Bow and Ghost Burial technique: maximizing power with minimal arm strength. Infused with true energy, the arrow could even be made to deflect, much like playing ping-pong.

"Well done!"

Yang Zhuihui praised, then drew his dragon-carved sword.

The Tatar soldiers ahead, seeing this man wield an unsharpened sword, couldn't help but laugh and spurred their horses forward.

"I'll make you regret this,"

Yang Zhuihui sneered, roaring, "The Frost and Snow Flying Sword is invincible!"

His sword, imbued with true energy, spun rapidly, flying like an arrow, piercing the first man's silver armor and then his chest. With a scream, the other Tatar soldiers hastily fled on horseback.

"Watch me!"

Saya first killed two Tatar soldiers with shuriken, then took out her spinning top, played with it a few times, and walked forward very quietly.

The Tatar soldiers, seeing Saya playing with the golden top, yelled and charged forward.

Saya swung the top, shattering the helmet of the Tatar soldier leading the charge, and then, just as he opened his mouth, the top flew in and spun inside, leaving him unable to scream, trembling all over. His skull was smashed open, and the spurting blood terrified the Tatar soldiers behind him, who fled in panic.

Guo Fu yawned and muttered, "Looks like it's not my turn to act."

Yang Zhuihui, who was retrieving his dragon-carved sword, hurriedly said, "Xiaoxue, you can't use Dragon's Roar, or our army will be in trouble too."

"I know,"

Guo Fu replied sullenly.

Chu Shan's skill lay in her booming voice; a single shout was like a dragon's roar, capable of shattering eardrums. She discovered that Guo Fu's shout at Yang Zhuihui was extremely loud, perfectly suited for cultivating the Dragon Roar technique, so she taught it to her.

"Prince Xin'ai, the enemy has reinforcements!"

"How many?"

Xin'ai asked, his face grim as he looked at the military map.

"Five...five..."

the scout's legs trembled.

"Five reinforcements? Kill them all!"

Xin'ai said impatiently.

"Those five have already killed over a hundred of our soldiers, and the death toll continues to rise. I implore Your Highness to go out and investigate."

"Useless thing!"

Xin'ai kicked him angrily and walked out.

When he saw it was Yang Zhuihui, he was terrified. He clearly remembered giving Yang Zhuihui the Free Spirit Powder and the Lustful Scorpion; even if Yang Zhuihui hadn't become a lecherous demon, he couldn't possibly be so powerful.

Seeing four beautiful women beside him, each with formidable attack power, he froze. Watching their swift attacks, Xin Ai immediately realized the battle had taken a dramatic turn.

"Bring me arrows!"

Xin Ai shouted.

Obtaining a bow and arrow, Xin Ai aimed at Yang Zhuihui's chest. Before he could pause, the arrow was already shot, striking Yang Zhuihui squarely in the chest.

"Young Master Yang!"

"You lecher!"

"Husband!"

"Lord Yang!"

the four women cried.

Yang Zhuihui pulled out the arrow, touched his chest, and chuckled, "It's nothing, just a little painful. My body is stronger than the Buddha now; even if I shoot a few more arrows, it won't matter."

Wu Sanniang had already aimed at Xin Ai, a hint of anger in her eyes, and fired the arrow.

Xin Ai, prepared, easily dodged the arrow. He glanced at Yang Zhuihui a few more times, puzzled as to why Yang Zhuihui was unharmed. He quickly returned to his tent and ordered a retreat. He was an extremely cautious man; he wouldn't act rashly without a 100% guarantee of victory. Having encountered these women, Xin Ai could only accept his bad luck!

It was nothing short of a miracle that five men could scare away Xin Ai's 50,000 iron cavalry, especially with the help of the Ming army. As

soon as the Tatars retreated, the extremely exhausted Guo Jing ordered a full retreat.

"Father!"

Guo Fu rushed over.

"I didn't expect you to come back, and even save us."

Guo Jing hugged his daughter, then tightly grasped Yang Zhuihui's hand, saying, "No, no, not just us, but all the people of Dushi City."

"It's what I should do, after all, I'm also from Dushi."

"Go back and have a good drink."

Guo Jing laughed.

Hearing Guo Jing's slightly lewd voice and seeing that he had no beard, Yang Zhuihui knew he definitely didn't have a penis. It seemed the doctor had indeed cut it off to save his life.

Thinking that Huang Rong's man had become a eunuch, Yang Zhuihui was somewhat happy; this way, he wouldn't worry about them still being able to consummate their marriage.

They walked and talked, with the four women following behind. After meeting up with Huang Rong, they entered the main camp.

"Judging from the current situation, the Tatars will retreat back to Shajing or even further northwest. Guo'er's performance today has completely shattered Xin'ai's confidence. As far as I know, Xin'ai is an extremely cautious person, so he will definitely not attack easily again."

Pointing to the map, Huang Rong continued, "His Majesty previously decreed that the Tatars be annihilated in the Longxiao Pass area. Now that they have left Longxiao Pass, our mission is complete, so we can sound the horn and return to Dushi City!"

"Auntie, if we leave, won't they launch a counterattack?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"No, this is basic military strategy. When an army is defeated, it takes a considerable amount of time for their morale to recover, and it takes half a day to travel from Longxiao Pass to Dushi City, so I'm certain they won't attack."

"Hmm, Madam's analysis makes a lot of sense."

Ma Fang nodded. "Then we can retreat. Let the brothers go back and rest well, and we should also provide compensation to the families of the dead. Hopefully, the court will reward them with more silver."

"The silver will be greatly reduced after passing through Yan Song's hands, so I don't have much hope."

Huang Rong smiled helplessly.

After discussing the return time, Huang Rong and Yang Zhuihui walked outside, asking each other about what had happened during their stay. When she learned that the Nine Yin Manual had likely fallen into the hands of the Shangqing Palace, and that Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, and Ouyang Feng—four men who had once dominated the martial arts world—were all gone, Huang Rong felt a pang of sadness, especially for Huang Yaoshi, who had taught her both literary and martial arts. Although Huang Yaoshi had a bad temper, he had always taken good care of her. She never expected…

“Fate is such a strange thing.”

Facing the wind, Huang Rong’s eyes welled up with tears, letting the cold wind whip her thin silk dress.

"Take care, Auntie."

"It's alright, I'll take good care of myself."

Huang Rong glanced at Yang Zhuihui, who had indeed matured considerably, then suddenly placed her hand on his chest, feeling it back and forth a few times. She asked, "I clearly saw you get shot just now, so why are you completely unharmed?"

"Who said I'm unharmed?"

Yang Zhuihui said seriously, "Auntie's hand can't feel the wound."

"A wound?"

Huang Rong was very worried. She quickly pulled open Yang Zhuihui's clothes and saw a small red mark on his muscular chest. Huang Rong blushed and quickly pulled his clothes back up, saying, "Where are you injured?"

"I was just joking with you, Auntie. I don't know what happened. Maybe the range was too far, and the momentum wasn't enough,"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"No matter what, I'm glad you're safe. Things here are finally over, but I wonder how long this peace will last."

"Aunt, I remember twenty years ago, after Dayan Khan died, Anda split the Tatars, declared himself Khan, and drove the new Great Khan, Dalai Taiji, to the Guangningwei area. If we could unite with them and help the Great Khan reclaim the rule that once belonged to him, perhaps we wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Yang Zhuihui suggested.

Huang Rong shook her head decisively, saying, "The Emperor deeply hates the Tatars, even Taiji Khan, who has never attacked us, is no exception. Unless we can persuade him."

"What about uniting with the Jurchens?"

"The Jurchens are now divided into three major forces, fighting each other. How could they possibly help us?"

Huang Rong smiled, "But Guo'er, you have indeed changed a lot. You know how to consider the big picture. You're no longer the scoundrel you used to be. I'm really happy for you."

"It's all thanks to Aunt's excellent guidance."

Yang Zhuihui echoed.

"Your abilities and wisdom far surpass my brother Heping. I hope you can achieve great things in the future."

Patting Yang Zhuihui's shoulder, Huang Rong turned and walked back.

Looking at Huang Rong's plump, pert buttocks, which swayed with her steps, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but want to caress them, even having the urge to part them and peek into her honeyed orifice, but he dared not commit rape.

Now that Guo Jing had become a eunuch, Huang Rong was definitely very sexually frustrated, and it seemed Yang Zhuihui would have to find a time to properly satisfy her.

"Let's go,"

Huang Rong said, turning back.

"Oh, oh,"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly followed.

The day after returning to Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui was summoned by Jiajing, who ordered him to go to the capital as soon as possible to receive his title. He had originally wanted to visit his master and Gongsun Lü'e, but it seemed he would have to wait until he returned.

Because of the escort of eunuchs and a troop of imperial guards, Yang Zhuihui could not take all the beauties to the capital, so he could only ask them to take good care of themselves; especially You Shu, he was afraid that You Shu would miss him too much during his absence, this amnesiac girl always worried Yang Zhuihui.

After saying goodbye, Yang Zhuihui mounted the imperial steed and galloped ahead.

They arrived in the capital at sunset. Since there was no court that evening, Yang Zhuihui had to stay overnight. The cunning old fox, Xu Jie, received him.

He welcomed Yang Zhuihui into the house, where food and wine were already prepared, awaiting this hero.

"Knowing that you single-handedly repelled the Tatars, I wish I could sprout wings and fly to Dushi to witness your glory,"

Xu Jie said politely.

"It wasn't just me; I had several friends with me."

"Hehe, I've heard that too. But men are responsible for external affairs, and women for internal affairs; their achievements all belong to you."

Xu Jie urged, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, or the food will get cold."

Seeing that only he and Xu Jie were in the room, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Where is Brother Shaofeng?"

"He's resting inside. It seems you two have become close friends these past few months. You can go see her after dinner."

Xu Jie smiled and poured wine for Yang Zhuihui.

"This is troublesome."

Halfway through the meal, Xu Jie suddenly said he wanted to marry his daughter to Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui was so startled he almost jumped up. The image of a pig immediately flashed into his mind. He had been quite frightened when he went to his daughter's room to eat pastries last time. Now, to marry her would surely make Yang Zhuihui's penis completely unable to get erect. Besides, she was so ugly; even touching her in the dark would be a sin.

To avoid affecting his sexual function, Yang Zhuihui immediately refused Xu Jie's offer. Xu Jie also wanted to introduce his daughter, Xu Yueqing, but seeing that Yang Zhuihui wouldn't give him any room to maneuver, Xu Jie had no choice but to give up for the time being.

In his view, Yang Zhuihui was a young and talented man who had single-handedly repelled the Tatars, and he would surely be promoted and ennobled. If he could marry his daughter to him, it would greatly benefit his grand plan. Unfortunately, he didn't appreciate it, which made Xu Jie very anxious.

Chapter 126, Sharing a Bed

The wine today seemed quite strong; after only ten cups, Yang Zhuihui was already a little tipsy. However, at Xu Jie's urging, Yang Zhuihui continued drinking, as he was in an excellent mood.

Xu Jie went to the outhouse midway through, returning quite some time later to find Yang Zhuihui slumped there, muttering to himself.

"I guess my daughter will have to suffer a little,"

Xu Jie patted Yang Zhuihui's shoulder. Seeing no reaction, he had the guards carry him out—to Yueqing Pavilion!

At this moment, Xu Yueqing was sitting on the edge of the bed, her maid Xiaoqu combing her hair and comforting her, "Miss, this is the fate of women. Don't worry. If it really comes to it, let Xiaoqu spend the night with him, and after it's over, you can lie next to him, okay?"

Xu Yueqing, who had removed her makeup and was wearing a light white pleated skirt, shook her head and said, "Just like Father said, I will live with him from now on. It's something I have to do sooner or later anyway, and I can't let Xiaoqu be disgraced."

"But Miss, aren't you thinking about that young master?"

"He saved Xiaoqu last time and then left. I don't know where he went."

"You can ask Master!"

"I dare not ask. It's impossible anyway."

Xu Yueqing grasped Xiao Qu's hand and instructed, "A woman doesn't really need to ask for much in life. All she needs is a man who loves her and a home. You'll understand, Xiao Qu."

"He's very brave in battle, his name is Yang Guo. Just hearing his name makes him sound like a loser. He's absolutely unworthy of you, Miss. You're well-educated, well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics, a truly talented woman. A talented woman with a brute is a great loss!"

Xiao Qu retorted.

"Don't say that, or I'll cry."

Hearing footsteps, Xu Yueqing said, "Xiao Qu, go back to your room and rest. I'll be fine here alone."

"But..."

Xiao Qu knew she couldn't make the decision herself, so she nodded and withdrew.

A moment later, the unconscious Yang Zhuihui was carried in by guards and carefully placed on the bed. Xu Jie gave his daughter a few instructions and then left.

Xu Yueqing kept her head down. After mentally preparing herself, she turned off the light, stripped down to only her undergarments, and climbed into bed. Filled with unease, she lay down beside Yang Zhuihui, who slept like a log, completely unaware of the stunning beauty beside her. Xu Yueqing waited for him to wake up, but he didn't. She grew tired and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Yang Zhuihui woke up, his hand touching a woman's slender waist. Thinking he was dreaming, he pinched it a few times, startling Xu Yueqing awake. She instinctively cried out,

"Who are you?"

Yang Zhuihui called out.

"Xu Yueqing, the eldest daughter of the Xu family, here to serve you, young master. I don't ask to be your principal wife, just a concubine will suffice,"

Xu Yueqing said softly.

Knowing it was that pig-like young lady, Yang Zhuihui's erect penis instantly went limp, and he rolled off the bed as if he'd been assaulted, crying out, "Don't touch me!"

Xu Yueqing seemed a little confused, saying calmly, "I didn't touch you; it should be you touching me, young master."

Yang Zhuihui's mind was a complete mess, utterly confused. He didn't even know if Xu Yueqing's pig-like face had improved, but even in the dark, making love with this kind of woman was a challenge.

Yang Zhuihui really wondered if Xu Jie had once raped a pig to produce such a terrifying daughter. That old fox actually wanted to force himself on her; how could Yang Zhuihui possibly agree? He

plopped down on a stool, pressing his temples hard to clear his head. Looking at the bed, Yang Zhuihui said, "I absolutely will not have sex with you. Tonight you sleep on the bed, and I'll sit here. I absolutely will not let your scheme succeed!"

"Hehe, young master, that's funny. It seems like I should be saying that,"

Xu Yueqing laughed, her mood surprisingly lightening.

"I'm a gentleman, so don't think I'd make a move on you."

"That's good. I'm not sleepy anymore. Young master, could you please turn on the light? Let's talk."

"No!"

Yang Zhuihui immediately refused.

"Why?"

"You'll scare me."

Yang Zhuihui wanted to run away, but he was afraid that if he rushed out, the woman would scream "rape," and he would be in real trouble. So he wanted to wait until she fell asleep before escaping. He absolutely wouldn't let his pure body be defiled.

"Alright then, as long as I can hear her voice, that's fine. By the way, young master, could you tell me about the outside world? I've never been outside."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui assumed that Xu Jie was afraid to let his daughter go out and scare people because she was too ugly. Feeling a little creeped out, Yang Zhuihui didn't want to talk to her anymore; he just wanted to get through this unbearable night.

Opening the window and breathing in the fresh air, Yang Zhuihui felt much more awake.

"Young master, you'll catch a cold from drinking and being out in the wind,"

Xu Yueqing said with concern.

"It's alright, I'm not afraid. It's better than..."

Yang Zhuihui wanted to tease her, but he felt he couldn't hurt her fragile heart. She was already so ugly; any more stimulation and she might jump off the building. He would be the one to suffer then. "You should go to sleep." "

Then aren't you going to sleep, young master?"

"I'm not sleepy.

" "Me neither.

" "You should go to sleep."

Yang Zhuihui was a little helpless.

"Why?"

"Okay, never mind."

Yang Zhuihui leaned against the window, sighing helplessly.

"I always feel that sleeping together before marriage is... I'm at a disadvantage, why are you so helpless, young master?"

"Okay, you're the one at a disadvantage. To prevent you from being at a disadvantage, I won't touch you."

"Hehe, young master is really a strange person. Your voice sounds a bit like a young master I used to know, but I only met him once."

Yang Zhuihui immediately broke out in a cold sweat. She was definitely talking about him!

Yang Zhuihui still remembered that day when he entered this room to eat pastries, the young lady, like a pig, ran towards him to express her love. If Yang Zhuihui hadn't punched her, he might have already lost his virginity.

To prevent a repeat of the tragedy, Yang Zhuihui said, "Don't get out of bed, or I'll punch you."

"That young master hit my maid that day, but it was all a misunderstanding. If I see him again, I will definitely apologize,"

Xu Yueqing said, opening her heart. She didn't know that the young master she was referring to was Yang Zhuihui.

"Maid?"

Yang Zhuihui was puzzled and quickly asked, "May I ask, what color clothes did the maid you mentioned wear?" "Red, why?"

"Red?"

Yang Zhuihui clearly remembered that the maid was wearing a golden gauze dress that day, while only Xu Yueqing was wearing red. Thinking about it, the maid's attire was much more elegant than Xu Yueqing's; the maid couldn't possibly steal the young lady's thunder. That meant… Yang Zhuihui

stared at the bed and snorted, "The flying dragon is in the sky, a masterpiece created by a master." "

The dragon that soars too high will regret it, fullness cannot last long, young master, you are well-versed in…"

Xu Yueqing sat up in fright, staring at Yang Zhuihui by the window. In the dim moonlight, she clearly saw the young master she had been longing for day and night.

"It's you?"

they both exclaimed simultaneously.

Looking at Xu Yueqing, whose arms were exposed and whose breasts were full, Yang Zhuihui realized he had mistaken her for a maid. That meant the pig-like woman was the maid, and the beautiful woman before him was the eldest daughter of the Xu family!

Seeing such a graceful woman, Yang Zhuihui's mouth practically watered. He really wanted to pounce on her and kiss her, but he had just felt so disgusted, and now he wanted to possess her? She would definitely think he was a bastard. To maintain his perfect image, Yang Zhuihui said, "Sorry, I didn't know it was you."

"Me too,"

Xu Yueqing laughed exaggeratedly. She never dreamed that her father would send the man she had longed for day and night to her side.

A woman doesn't really have much to pursue in life; all she needs is a man who loves her deeply and a complete family. Xu Yueqing always believed that the man before her could provide these things, so she said, "Young Master Yang, go to bed and rest. If you catch a cold, my father will scold me."

"Alright, I won't do anything reckless."

Lying down next to Xu Yueqing, Yang Zhuihui felt that everything had become quite magical, so he asked, "What happened last time?"

"I apologize for teasing you, young master, with the maid last time,"

Xu Yueqing murmured. A man lay beside her, and her body began to heat up, even more so than before. Previously, she had felt no emotion whatsoever, only wanting to complete the task her father had assigned her. Now, knowing this man was someone she had met once before, how could she not be excited?

"Are you cold?"

"A little."

Yang Zhuihui covered Xu Yueqing with the blanket, then asked after a couple of seconds, "How about now?"

"Still a little bit."

"You can borrow my arm."

"Thank you, Young Master Yang."

Resting her head on Yang Zhuihui's arm, Xu Yueqing, who had been lying flat, changed position to lie on her side, looking at Yang Zhuihui in the darkness, seemingly anticipating something.

Yang Zhuihui was currently plotting how to possess Xu Yueqing. He absolutely had to have this woman, but he couldn't act recklessly. Through the little test just now, Yang Zhuihui knew that Xu Yueqing was a woman he could easily win over, because she harbored feelings for him.

After a moment of silence, Yang Zhuihui said, "You listen to your father very well."

"Yes."

"Don't you think this is a waste? A woman's chastity is very important."

"I know, but it's my father's order, and I can only obey. Luckily, I met you, Young Master Yang. If it were anyone else, I might regret it for the rest of my life."

Xu Yueqing murmured, her hand unconsciously resting on Yang Zhuihui's chest.

"So you mean you want to live with me?"

"It's my father's order."

"Then you don't want to?"

"Not really. I'm used to letting things take their course and I don't think too much about it."

"Maybe tomorrow morning, when I wake up, I'll be gone and won't come back."

"Where are you going?"

Xu Yueqing was startled, suddenly feeling abandoned.

"I have a lot of things to do, and I'm usually very busy. I don't want you to become my woman because of your father's orders. That's very unfair to you, you know?"

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui grasped Xu Yueqing's soft, smooth hand, a hand that seemed to have been soaked in milk since childhood, with no trace of bone in the fingers.

"But we're already like this..."

Xu Yueqing emphasized.

"Sleep together?"

"Mmm..."

"It seems you're more naive than I thought."

Smiling, Yang Zhuihui continued, "That doesn't mean you have to marry me, does it?"

"Yes, I can."

Xu Yueqing's voice became very soft, as if she were begging for the marriage.

Yang Zhuihui knew that if he said a few more words, Xu Yueqing might offer herself to him. The thought of riding on such a beauty was an extraordinary pleasure, but he also felt it was somewhat despicable. Since Xu Jie wanted him to marry his beautiful daughter, then so be it. She was so pleasing to the eye. As for physical intimacy, that could wait. Yang Zhuihui didn't believe Xu Yueqing would cheat on him, and besides, keeping her a virgin made it inconvenient for her to do so.

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