[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Phoenix (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 139, Restraint

"Back then, you sent a message back to the capital via carrier pigeon that the Taiji Khan was willing to submit to the Ming Dynasty. Now, that dog Emperor Jiajing definitely knows. If he knows that you have successfully subdued the Jurchen savage tribe, won't he throw a grand banquet?"

Amur sneered. "The reason I brought you here is to use witchcraft to turn you all into puppets who only obey the Witch King, and then use you to break through the capital and directly control the entire Ming Dynasty."

"Quite the boast!"

Yang Zhuihui sneered.

"Enough with the nonsense."

Amur muttered a few words to the savages, and two savages walked towards Yang Zhuihui and Lu Bing, holding ropes in their hands.

"Anyone who dares to resist, I'll stab them!"

Amur shouted.

"I only..."

Lu Bing tried to resist, but Yang Zhuihui pressed down on his Xiuchun knife, angrily saying, "If you dare to do anything reckless, I'll kill you first!"

"Are you crazy! He's just a guard, his life isn't worth as much as ours!"

Lu Bing tried to shout, but a punch to the chest from a savage made him vomit a lot of fluid, and he was quickly bound tightly.

Yang Zhuihui cooperated, voluntarily extending his hands to let them tie him up, so he didn't receive the same "preferential treatment" as Lu Bing.

"Go!"

Amur shouted.

Yang Zhuihui and Lu Bing walked side by side, driven by two savages behind them with spears.

Looking at Xia Yao, who was being held captive by Amur ahead, Yang Zhuihui felt terrible. He hadn't expected that Amur had kept him in the dark, but the facts were right in front of him, and Yang Zhuihui was powerless to do anything about it.

After walking for half an hour, they finally reached the top of the mountain.

Amur made a megaphone shape with his hand and shouted, and torches immediately lit up at the foot of the mountain, and a large fire even broke out in one place. Yang Zhuihui could also hear the howls of the savages.

“You still have some use, so at least you won’t be eaten,”

Amur sneered, urging Xia Yao down the mountain.

Going up was difficult, but going down was easy, and with the occasional kick, they reached the foot of the mountain in just over half an hour.

Before them lay densely packed thatched huts, each with one or more savages standing in front of it. Men, women, and children alike were only wrapped in tiger skins, their breasts uncovered, only adorned with strange patterns.

Perhaps due to gravity, most of the women’s breasts sagged, especially the older ones; those wrinkled old women’s chests were hardly breasts at all, practically two oversized, wrinkled sacs of genitalia.

“Go!”

Amur shouted, and the savages stepped aside. A bumpy path led to the large bonfire that had once caught Yang Zhuihui’s attention.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa…”

all the savages shouted in unison, surging towards the bonfire like a tide.

Five six-foot-tall square stone pillars surrounded the bonfire. Blackened iron chains swayed even without wind, striking the pillars with a sound like shattering bones. A man wearing a tiger-shaped mask was hopping and bending around the fire like a frog just pulled ashore, his body language incredibly expressive. Seeing the three approaching, the man shrieked and ran towards them.

"Witch King, this is a gift for you,"

Amur said, bowing.

The Witch King sniffed the three like a dog, shrieking and hopping around the fire, while the surrounding savages shouted excitedly, their voices deafening.

"Perhaps we'll be eaten,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a bitter smile.

Xia Yao, whose hands were also bound, glared at Yang Zhuihui and said, "You should really listen to Lu Bing. My death doesn't matter; your survival is the most important thing. You should return to the capital and have Jiajing order the campaign against the Dalai Lama and the savage tribes."

"Brother Xia is absolutely right!"

Lu Bing echoed.

“At this point, further words are useless.”

Looking at the witch king performing his ritual dance, Yang Zhuihui had no idea how to escape. Not only were his hands bound, but his weapons had also been taken away. It seemed this time, it was truly all over.

“Shut up,”

Amur coldly stared at them.

After the witch king finished dancing, he walked up to them, his eyes, hidden behind his mask, wide open. His voice was hoarse as he said, “Lock them in the dungeon. Tomorrow, we’ll use the bewitching technique.”

The three sat in the cell, the floor littered with withered grass and bones. Occasionally, a few cute little white mice would pass by, looking at them with pity, only to be kicked out of the cell by Yang Zhuihui.

“My illustrious reputation, Lu Bing, has fallen to such an end,”

Lu Bing lamented.

“I really want to kill you!”

Xia Yao roared.

"You're just a guard, don't you have any sense of responsibility to die for us?"

"Heh, if I had a sword right now, I would definitely rip out your heart and see if it's black. You couldn't have forgotten how you conspired with Yan Song to kill my whole family, could you?"

Lu Bing frowned, staring at Xia Yao. Xia Yao took several steps back in fright, trembling as she asked, "Why...why do I feel like you look a lot like Xia Yan?"

"I am Xia Yao, Xia Yan's daughter, the only survivor of the Xia family."

Xia Yao's eyes blurred as she recalled her happy childhood. She cried, "If it weren't for you, I would be lying in my mother's arms like any other girl, begging my father for candied hawthorns."

"I thought you were carried off by wolves, but I never expected you to become Xu Jie's guard."

Lu Bing sneered, "What can a woman who only knows how to cry accomplish? No wonder I often see you hugging and cuddling with Yang Guo, so you're having an affair."

"Enough!"

Yang Zhuihui stood up, kicking Lu Bing in the groin. Looking at Lu Bing, who was trembling on the ground, he said, "Let's put aside our past grievances and figure out how to escape from here first."

"I won't go along with him. Let me kill him now, so that I can face the Xia family members in the afterlife."

Lu Bing struggled to his feet, retreating to another corner, and said coldly, "If I had known you were a bastard of the Xia family, I would have killed you long ago."

Seeing Xia Yao trying to run over, Yang Zhuihui forcibly pressed her against the wall, saying, "I said, this is not the time for infighting. You can fight and kill each other after we get out."

"We can't escape."

Xia Yao choked back tears, leaning on Yang Zhuihui's shoulder.

"Believe me, everything will be alright."

If her hands weren't tied, Yang Zhuihui would have held Xia Yao tightly.

"What I want to do most right now is kill him. I will never forget how my parents were beheaded."

Xia Yao choked back tears.

“Actually…”

Lu Bing seemed a little awkward, saying, “Actually, it was Lord Yan who approached me that time. He said that as long as I killed your whole family, I could get ten thousand taels of gold, so…”

“So you did that beastly thing.”

Xia Yao trembled all over. If she hadn’t been leaning on Yang Zhuihui, she might have collapsed to the ground.

“Quiet down, this isn’t the time to discuss this,”

Yang Zhuihui mediated. “If we don’t find a way to escape, the three of us will become puppets, and we’ll be infamous for eternity.”

“But there’s no other way. I want to live too. I still have so many things to do,”

Lu Bing said with a bitter smile.

“There is a way.”

Yang Zhuihui had already begun to gather his inner strength. He retreated to the middle, let out a low roar, and the rope snapped with his true energy. Shaking his aching wrist, Yang Zhuihui laughed, “If there hadn’t been so many people, I would have broken it already.”

“Quickly, help me untie this!”

Lu Bing said excitedly.

Yang Zhuihui ignored Lu Bing and helped Xia Yao untie this first. Xia Yao then threw herself into Yang Zhuihui’s arms, her eyes red, and choked out, “I realize I’m really fragile, especially when it comes to the death of my loved ones.”

Stroking Xia Yao’s back, Yang Zhuihui comforted her, “Don’t be like this. You’re a heroine. Don’t let people laugh at you, okay?”

“Help me. We’re in the same boat,”

Lu Bing pleaded.

"If it were me, I would definitely kick you into the river and drown you."

Xia Yao wiped away her tears and said, "I won't argue with you now, but once we escape, I will definitely kill you openly!"

After untying Lu Bing's ropes, Yang Zhuihui stared at the iron gate and said, "You guys step aside, I'll open this gate."

Following the incantation of the Heaven-Shattering Strike, Yang Zhuihui circulated his inner energy, forming a ball of true energy the size of an egg in his palm. It grew larger and larger, even causing the withered grass on the ground to fly up and swirl around the ball of true energy.

Feeling the suction force, Lu Bing exclaimed, "Brother Yang, you are so young, yet your inner strength is so profound that you can even materialize true energy. It seems I completely underestimated you."

"You are looking down on me. I will definitely gouge your eyes out when I get out of here,"

Xia Yao said coldly.

Yang Zhuihui didn't have time to pay attention to them. He continued to circulate his inner energy according to the incantation. Feeling that the flowing true energy was becoming uncontrollable, Yang Zhuihui struck the iron gate with his palm.

"Clang!"

With a loud bang, the entire iron gate flew out.

"The power is too great!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

"Haven't you ever used it before?"

Xia Yao asked disdainfully.

"I practiced a few times, but only on saplings. I thought this iron gate was really that sturdy!"

Excited, they didn't want to linger. The moment their left foot stepped out, a group of savages rushed over, yelling and screaming arrogantly.

"Without hostages, let's see how arrogant you can be!"

Yang Zhuihui was about to unleash his power to give them a taste of his earth-shattering attack, but they all retreated. Just as Yang Zhuihui was feeling smug, Amur walked over carrying a small, smoking urn. He smiled coldly, forcefully splashing the contents into the cell. The three hurriedly retreated.

The urn shattered, the unidentified liquid inside corroding the ground with a hissing sound. The cell was instantly enveloped in white smoke, and the coughs of the three could be heard intermittently.

When the white smoke dissipated, Yang Zhuihui, Xia Yao, and Lu Bing were all unconscious on the ground.

"Trying to fight me!"

Amur sneered.

When the three of them awoke again, they were all bound tightly like dumplings, lying face down on the ground, unable to even stand up.

The moment Yang Zhuihui moved, the savages outside the prison chattered and pointed their spears at him, clearly recognizing him as the most threatening.

Yang Zhuihui tried to circulate his inner energy, but as soon as it gathered in his dantian, it was dispersed by a strange force, leaving his hands and feet numb and causing him to grimace in pain. It seemed this was all caused by that white mist.

"We're done for this time!"

Lu Bing shouted.

"Shut up!"

Xia Yao glared at him.

"We're really done for this time,"

Yang Zhuihui said, glancing sideways at the savages behind him. "If I react even slightly, they'll use me as a target."

"Before I die, I must kill him!"

Xia Yao stared intently at Lu Bing.

"Try it if you dare. When you crawl over like a worm, you'll definitely become a target,"

Lu Bing laughed.

As they were arguing, Amur led six savages to the prison gate. He stared at them for a long time, then smiled coldly and said, "The night of nightmares is about to begin. You will experience the greatest pleasures of humankind, but also suffer unbearable pain."

Before they could react, the savages dragged them out of the prison and hoisted them onto their shoulders.

Once outside, looking at the bright moon, Yang Zhuihui realized it was already midnight.

Chapter 140: After Lady Feifeng

left for a while, the three of them were thrown into a room with a tiger skin covering the center. They rolled several times on the ground before stopping. Poor Yang Zhuihui crashed into the wall, wincing and screaming in pain.

"A wonderful thing is about to begin. You will like it,"

Amur chuckled as he closed the wooden door.

"What exactly is he referring to?"

Xia Yao asked worriedly.

“Who knows?”

Yang Zhuihui, lying on his back on the ground, looked at Xia Yao and Lu Bing, whose faces were full of sorrow, and asked, “Do you have any strength now?”

Xia Yao, who was leaning against the wall, shook her head. Lu Bing tried to exert his strength, but the pain almost made him bite his tongue.

“I really don’t know what kind of poison we’ve been given,”

Yang Zhuihui said bitterly.

“Waste-softening powder?”

Xia Yao guessed.

“This is not waste-softening powder, otherwise we wouldn’t be like our internal energy has been destroyed,”

Lu Bing retorted.

“Whether it’s waste-softening powder or what, I’m curious to know how extreme pleasure and unbearable pain can be combined.”

Yang Zhuihui sighed and looked at the door, hearing footsteps. The door was pushed open, and two savages walked in, called out a few times, and then stepped aside. A woman wearing a fox mask stood there, dressed in a white and pinkish-green embroidered bamboo leaf and plum blossom collar jacket and a light blue horse-face skirt, with a lake-blue printed shawl draped over her arm, and a pink stand-up collar inner garment underneath.

This attire did not resemble that of a Jurchen people at all, but rather that of a woman from the Ming Dynasty.

Behind her followed four girls dressed in pure white six-pleated skirts, all appearing to be around eighteen years old. Behind them were several naked female savages, their breasts much more prominent, suggesting they were all in their prime.

Yang Zhuihui stared at the woman dressed in Ming Dynasty attire for a long time, desperately wanting to remove her mask to see what was going on.

At this moment, the savages chattered nearby, occasionally pointing at the three of them, while the woman nodded repeatedly.

A moment later, the woman turned and left, and the female savages rushed in like sexually frustrated beasts, surrounding the three of them and quickly untying their ropes, their eyes fixed on their groins.

"Yang Guo, you'd better think of something! I need to go back to see Miss Xu!"

Xia Yao was almost in tears.

At this moment, one of the female savages' hands was already groping Xia Yao's groin, looking surprised. Yang Zhuihui and Lu Bing, also being touched, became aroused.

"We're doomed! We're probably going to be raped!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

"Rape..."

Xia Yao's face turned deathly pale. The savage in front of her was still groping her genitals, the somewhat barbaric caresses arousing her. Xia Yao knew perfectly well what he was looking for, but she was disguised as a man; she couldn't possibly have that kind of thing!

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's expression of enjoyment, Xia Yao cursed, "You like this kind of thing? If Miss Yueqing knew you were a pervert, she would never like you again!"

"It's an instinctive reaction."

At this moment, the masked woman entered again, speaking in a language they couldn't understand.

After she finished speaking, the savage women who were caressing Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao stepped back. Four girls in long skirts pulled Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao up and followed the masked woman out.

"What about me?"

Lu Bing shouted. His penis had already been pulled out, and seven or eight savage women were practically drooling.

Yang Zhuihui looked at the woman with the stunning figure in front of him, completely baffled as to why she had saved him and Xia Yao, or perhaps intended to subject them to another terrifying torture? If it weren't for sex, Yang Zhuihui would rather go back and let them rape him.

After walking for a while, Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao were led to a room with bamboo-woven walls. The layout inside was remarkably similar to that of the Ming Dynasty. If it weren't for the occasional shouts of savages, Yang Zhuihui would have thought he had returned to Dushi City.

The masked woman turned to look at them and said, "You four, step back. No one is allowed to enter without my order. If it's the Witch King or Amur, remember to come in and announce your arrival."

"Yes."

The four girls helped Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao to the bedside, bowed, and left.

The door closed, and the woman slowly removed her mask.

When Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao saw her face clearly, they were both stunned.

"Miss Guo?"

Xia Yao blurted out.

This woman looked to be in her early forties, but her skin was several shades whiter than snow. Her hair was styled in a misty, updo, and her face was flawlessly beautiful. Her captivating eyes were incredibly intelligent, shimmering like two pools of clear water.

A faint smile was enough to captivate a city; when her lips parted, they were even more breathtaking.

"Does my wife look a lot like Yueqing?" Her

soft voice soothed their weary souls like heavenly music.

Yang Zhuihui's mind raced. He asked, "Madam must be Yueqing's biological mother, right?"

"I am Ruan Feifeng. You can call me Feifeng. I'm sorry to have startled you."

Ruan Feifeng walked up to them, took Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao's wrists, and said, "I'll be going out for a moment. Please wait a moment."

After Ruan Feifeng left, Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao looked at each other, seemingly unable to believe they were in reality.

"Is she really the young lady's mother?"

Xia Yao asked.

"Do you know anything about her mother?"

Xia Yao shook her head. "I've never heard them mention her, so I can't be sure if she's Yueqing's mother."

"At least she saved us."

Yang Zhuihui, lying limply on the bed, said, "If it had been any later, several women would probably have been screaming because of my stamina."

"Disgusting!"

"Then they would have found out you were a woman and called in several men to gang rape you."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled wickedly.

“Absolutely impossible, and…”

Xia Yao looked at Yang Zhuihui and said, “You wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen, would you?”

Seeing Xia Yao’s somewhat dejected expression, Yang Zhuihui forced himself to sit up and hugged her tightly, saying, “You’re my darling, of course I wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen. I was just joking, you know I like to tease you.”

“But you can’t joke around at such a crucial moment!”

Xia Yao emphasized.

“Huh?”

Yang Zhuihui stared wide-eyed at the corner of Xia Yao’s lips and said, “There’s a grain of rice here.”

“Impossible.”

Xia Yao touched the corner of her lips with suspicion and asked, “Is there more?”

“Don’t move, I’ll remove it for you.”

Yang Zhuihui leaned over and kissed Xia Yao’s fragrant lips with a wicked smile, sucking hard, making a “smacking” sound.

“Mmm… mmm…”

Xia Yao struggled at first, but after a moment she softly pressed herself against Yang Zhuihui’s body and opened her red lips to cooperate with his kiss. Feeling Yang Zhuihui’s nimble tongue enter, Xia Yao’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she held that tongue in her mouth and sucked it somewhat awkwardly.

Seeing Xia Yao's initiative, Yang Zhuihui handed over the battle of words to her, while his hands crawled down her back, past her waist, and just as he touched her pink buttocks, Xia Yao pressed down on his hand and lightly bit Yang Zhuihui's tongue. Yang Zhuihui, in pain, had no choice but to behave and move his hand away.

"You're a complete lecher!"

Xia Yao pressed a finger against Yang Zhuihui's forehead and continued, "Give you even the slightest chance, and you'll exploit it to the fullest. I wonder how many more women you'll ruin in the future."

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Xia Yao's hand, opened his mouth, and sucked on it several times before spitting it out, saying, "That depends on whether I like it or not. Do you think I only like women?"

Xia Yao's pretty face flushed, and she tilted her head to one side, saying, "I can't fathom your thoughts!"

"At least I still like you, a woman who was once a man."

"Wrong!"

Xia Yao stared at Yang Zhuihui very seriously and said, "If you define gender by appearance, then I was originally a woman, but when my family was..."

"I understand."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Xia Yao tighter and said, "I'll stay with you from now on and won't let you be lonely anymore."

"I really miss my family. The only thing I can do now is avenge them and offer their heads as a sacrifice."

The memories pierced Xia Yao's heart like knives, causing her to choke back tears. She tightly embraced Yang Zhuihui, not caring if he took advantage of her—he'd done that many times before, after all.

At this moment, Ruan Feifeng walked in. Seeing the two of them embracing, she exclaimed in surprise, "What are you two grown men doing…?"

Xia Yao and Yang Zhuihui quickly separated. Xia Yao lowered her head, while Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "She remembered some unpleasant things from the past."

Ruan Feifeng handed them two pills, saying, "Take these, or you won't be able to do anything."

"Thank you, Madam Ruan."

Yang Zhuihui opened his mouth and swallowed the pill, immediately feeling a surge of strength. Seeing Xia Yao still hesitating, Yang Zhuihui gave her a wink, and Xia Yao had no choice but to swallow it.

Seeing that their complexions had almost recovered, Ruan Feifeng recounted what had happened fifteen years ago.

“Yueqing was not even four years old then. My husband and I were traveling from Yingtian Prefecture to the capital when we encountered Tatar soldiers while crossing the Wei River. Several servants and guards were killed while protecting us, and I also fell into the water. When I woke up, I was here. Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and everything has changed.”

Ruan Feifeng shook her head with a bitter smile and asked, “How are Yueqing and my husband?”

“They are both doing well.”

Yang Zhuihui nodded and said, “Yueqing still misses you very much.”

“She was very young then, and perhaps she has already forgotten me. Hehe, by the way, has my husband remarried?”

Ruan Feifeng asked.

"Madam Ruan, Lord Xu is a man of impeccable morals and has never remarried."

Xia Yao glared at Yang Zhuihui, that lecherous scoundrel, and continued, "Therefore, we hope that you, Madam, can reunite with Lord Xu and Miss soon."

"And you are?"

"My name is Xia Shaofeng. I am Lord Xu's personal bodyguard and also responsible for protecting Miss,"

Xia Yao said, bowing.

"I understand. And who is this?"

Ruan Feifeng's gaze fell on Yang Zhuihui.

“Him!”

Xia Yao chuckled dryly, “He’s the young lady’s future husband.”

“Then I’ll be your mother-in-law.”

Ruan Feifeng laughed, staring at the silent Yang Zhuihui, and said, “I never imagined that after fifteen years, I would meet my son-in-law first. Knowing they’re still alive, I really want to return to the capital immediately.”

Ruan Feifeng looked at the closed window, a hint of sadness in her eyes, and said, “It’s a pity that a weak woman can’t do anything, and even became the witch king’s woman.”

Ruan Feifeng’s voice trembled, her eyes becoming somewhat moist. She looked at Yang Zhuihui again and said, “As a man, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must protect your wife and daughters. This is the most basic thing.”

“I will.”

Yang Zhuihui nodded. He knew that Ruan Feifeng was indirectly criticizing Xu Jie.

“How did you come to be here?”

Ruan Feifeng, seemingly a little dizzy, sat on a stool.

Yang Zhuihui looked at this still charming and beautiful woman and briefly explained the purpose of his visit.

"It seems you've been deceived by Amur,"

Ruan Feifeng said with a wry smile. "To tell you the truth, he is actually the son of me and the Witch King. From the moment he was born, the Witch King sent him to the Dalai Taiji's side, only returning occasionally. Over time, he became a messenger between the two tribes, a bridge of communication. Heh, the Witch King even plans to have Amur use a curse on the Dalai Taiji one day, so he can control his subjects and prepare for the annexation of various forces."

She paused, then added, "The reason I'm telling you this is so that you can inform the current emperor when you return alive, and ask them to send troops to wipe out this tribe. Otherwise, I'm truly worried that one day the world will be in chaos." "

I've long heard of the terrifying witchcraft of other tribes, but I've never truly witnessed it. I never imagined they could even control people,"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

“There are many kinds of Gu, but here we mainly have snake Gu and golden Gu. Hundreds of poisonous insects are placed in a jar, and after forty-nine days, it's opened. If they all die, it means there are no suitable insects to become Gu. The selection process is repeated until a single insect that can consume all hundred poisonous insects appears. Then it's implanted into the infant's body to absorb the infant's pure blood. When the infant's skin ulcerates and the infant dies, it means the Gu has formed. It's then fed specific poisonous herbs to cultivate its characteristics; feeding on humans is even more effective.”

After hearing Ruan Feifeng's explanation, Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao both showed disgust.

“Does Madam also know witchcraft?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“Having stayed here for fifteen years, you wouldn’t believe me if I said I couldn’t. To be honest, I can, but I use Gu to heal people. In fact, many diseases are caused by internal organs, and most are incurable. But if Gu is allowed to enter a person’s body, many diseases can be cured. At least in these fifteen years, I haven’t killed a single person, but I have saved more than a dozen people. So I am now the shaman of this tribe,”

Ruan Feifeng said with a smile.

“Life and death, two extremes, it sounds truly terrifying. It can save lives, and it can also kill.”

Yang Zhuihui stood up, his gaze falling on the incense burner in the corner of the room, and asked, “Madam, what is that?”

“That’s my Gu furnace.”

“For saving lives?”

“It can also be used to kill.”

Ruan Feifeng stood up and took the Gu furnace, saying, “There’s a golden Gu inside, would you like to take a look?”

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly shook his head, took two steps back, and said, “Let’s not.”

“Perhaps you have some illness that you yourself are unaware of. Perhaps my golden Gu can go in and take a look.”

Ruan Feifeng rotated the first layer of the three-layered Gu furnace, and after lifting it, a burst of yellow mist rose up. After the yellow mist disappeared, a golden Gu about the thickness of a little finger was lying there, looking similar to a caterpillar, but its entire body was golden and shiny. When it saw the light, it raised its head.

Out of curiosity, Yang Zhuihui craned his neck to look at the golden gu. The gu didn't seem scary at all; it appeared he could be

crushed with a finger. So Yang Zhuihui lowered his guard, walked up to Ruan Feifeng, and carefully examined the gu, asking, "Is this worm really that powerful?" "If it weren't for my skillful cultivation, it would have killed countless people,"

Ruan Feifeng chuckled.

"Then I should truly praise you as the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva."

"Perhaps you can call me Mother-in-law."

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Ruan Feifeng's slightly flushed face, noticing the blush had deepened. Beneath her curled eyelashes were two pools of skin, with two agate beads floating within. Combined with her alabaster skin, Ruan Feifeng exuded the charm of a mature woman, and she was now welcoming Yang Zhuihui's somewhat blatant admiration with a faint smile.

"Mother-in-law,"

Yang Zhuihui coughed lightly, "It feels a bit strange. I'll still call you Feifeng."

"I'm not used to that. Please call me Madam or Mother-in-law. You're getting on in years."

Ruan Feifeng reached out and teased the golden Gu, asking, "Do you need it to examine your body?"

"No, thank you."

Yang Zhuihui shook his head, chuckling dryly, "I don't like having worms crawling around inside my body."

"Actually, I quite like that feeling."

Ruan Feifeng closed the Gu furnace, saying, "But I only experience it when I'm alone."

"Why?"

"It's a secret."

Ruan Feifeng put the Gu furnace down and was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

A maidservant pushed open the door and rushed in, saying urgently, "Madam, Amur is here."

Ruan Feifeng's expression changed slightly, and she said urgently, "Amur is inherently cruel, even more so than the Witch King. If he knew that I saved you, who knows what terrible things he would do to you? It seems that we will have to trouble you two for now."

Ruan Feifeng glanced at the maidservant and said, "Xiao Rou, tell him that I am experimenting with a new Gu, and tell him not to come in."

"Yes, ma'am."

Xiao Rou nodded and hurriedly opened the door and went out.

Ruan Feifeng retrieved the Gu furnace again, turned on the second layer, and said, "The first layer is the Golden Gu, the second layer is the newly hatched young Gu, and the third layer is the unhatched Gu eggs."

She pinched out two Gu, about the same size as the Golden Gu, but silvery-white with a yellowish tinge, and looked at the two of them, continuing, "These are new Gu. I don't yet know how toxic they are, but if Amur finds out you are safe and sound, he will definitely capture you to feed you to even more terrifying Gu. So you can only let these two Gu parasitize you for now. After Amur leaves, I will have the Golden Gu eat the new Gu inside your bodies."

These Gu looked plump and disgusting. How could Yang Zhuihui possibly agree to have them implanted in his body? But seeing Ruan Feifeng's urgent expression, and having previously experienced Amur's cruel methods, Yang Zhuihui began to hesitate.

"Madam is testing new Gu, I'm afraid she can't see..."

"I'm looking for those two bitches!"

Hearing Amur's hurried footsteps, Ruan Feifeng appeared very uneasy and said, "In order to survive, we can only ask you two to open your mouths for now."

Helpless, Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao had no choice but to open their mouths. At the same time, Ruan Feifeng flicked the Gu into their mouths.

With two gulps, the Gu was swallowed.

Xia Yao looked at Yang Zhuihui and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It seems..."

Yang Zhuihui's hand went down his neck, lingering on his stomach, and he kept rubbing it, saying, "It seems like there are many worms swimming around inside. What about you?"

Xia Yao frowned and said, "I don't feel anything."

"Looks like I'm overthinking it."

Yang Zhuihui coughed.

At this moment, Amur pushed open the door, glanced at Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao, then stared coldly at Ruan Feifeng. He kicked the door and angrily said, "The Witch King ordered you to bring your people to have intercourse with them. Why did you bring them here?"

"Child, Mother was testing a new Gu. She just fed it to them. Mother wants to know what effect the Gu will have on the bodies of the Central Plains people, in preparation for the Witch King's future rule over the Ming Dynasty,"

Ruan Feifeng said in a trembling voice.

"A new Gu?"

Amur, who had just turned fifteen, had eyes that darted around faster than a fox. He raised an eyebrow and walked towards Yang Zhuihui, with six savages shouting behind him.

At this moment, Amur was arrogant and domineering. He grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand and stared at his wrist. Seeing that the meridian from Waiguan to Sidu acupoints had turned dark red, he shook off Yang Zhuihui's hand, turned around, and said coldly, "I'll trust you this once. The other person is almost exhausted and has been thrown back into the cell to await tomorrow's bewitching technique."

Amur glanced at Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao again, "If they don't die after the poison takes effect, I'll trouble Madam Ruan to bring them to the altar before noon tomorrow."

After saying that, Amur turned and left.

After Amur left, Yang Zhuihui couldn't even laugh. Amur's change was too great; he was very cunning. When he was their guide, Amur had acted timid and cowardly, but now he was like a male dog with a strong sex drive that couldn't be satisfied. How could Yang Zhuihui not be surprised? Moreover, Ruan Feifeng was his own mother, yet he completely disregarded family ties and even called her "Madam Ruan." This was simply outrageous.

If it weren't for the worry that Xia Yao and her fair-skinned mother-in-law might get hurt, Yang Zhuihui would have already pulled out his huge penis and beaten this super scumbag to death!

(Damn, even more scum than me!)

The three people standing in the room remained silent for a long time before Ruan Feifeng spoke first, asking, "How are you two feeling now?"

"I still don't feel anything,"

Xia Yao said.

"I..."

Yang Zhuihui touched his stomach, his cheeks instantly turning red. He stared at Ruan Feifeng, his breathing becoming rapid. He saw the dignified Ruan Feifeng slowly pulling down her collar, revealing her fragrant shoulders, and looking at Yang Zhuihui with ambiguous eyes. She even stuck out her fragrant tongue to lick her red, thin lips, constantly twisting her snake-like body.

Xia Yao saw that Yang Zhuihui's lower body was erect, and her face immediately turned red. She hurriedly cupped her hands and said, "Madam, he... he..."

"I know what kind of Gu this is. It should be a spring Gu, which can stimulate a man's desire for intercourse."

Ruan Feifeng's expression changed drastically. She said, "It's rare to see this kind of spring Gu. I didn't expect that what was planted on him was this."

"Spring Gu?"

Although Xia Yao didn't know what Spring Gu was, seeing Yang Zhuihui's lecherous gaze at Ruan Feifeng, she knew how lewd this Gu was. She asked, "Madam, could you use the Golden Gu to consume the Spring Gu in Young Master Yang's body?"

"Spring Gu is different from ordinary Gu. It's similar to Lust Gu. Once it enters the human body, it melts and exerts its medicinal power. And the most terrifying thing is that the person infected with Spring Gu is only interested in the first woman they see."

Sweat beaded on Ruan Feifeng's forehead as she murmured, "When I was feeding Young Master Yang just now, he kept looking at me, which means..."

"Does that mean you have to let Madam..."

Before Xia Yao could finish speaking, Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard and gasped, "Mother-in-law, if you take any more off, I can't take it anymore."

Faced with Yang Zhuihui's hallucinations, Ruan Feifeng was helpless and chuckled dryly, "Spring Gu creates illusions. He will become so intoxicated by the illusions that he can't extricate himself and will eventually self-destruct and die."

"Then why am I alright?"

Xia Yao asked blankly.

“Many Gu worms look exactly alike, but their effects can be completely different. I really don’t know what kind of Gu worm is in your body.”

Ruan Feifeng frowned and said, “Please, Young Master Xia, go out first. I will treat Young Master Yang.”

“We can’t let him defile Madam’s body, and you are his mother-in-law!”

Xia Yao emphasized.

“Hehe, I have my own way. Don’t worry, you can go out first.”

“But…”

“It won’t be my body, but it will require the Golden Gu. I’m afraid you’ll affect it, so you have to leave, understand?”

Xia Yao looked at Yang Zhuihui, who was practically drooling, as if she could see him having sex with Ruan Feifeng. Although Ruan Feifeng said she wouldn’t use sex as a treatment, Xia Yao didn’t believe her at all.

After a moment of stalemate, Xia Yao nodded, glanced at Yang Zhuihui a few more times, and then went out.

As she closed the door, Xia Yao kept staring at Yang Zhuihui. Seeing him slowly walk towards Ruan Feifeng, Xia Yao slammed the door shut, tears welling in her eyes.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui’s eyes were red. The Spring Gu had turned him into a beast eager for sex, its effects hundreds of times more potent than the venom of the Lustful Scorpion. Moreover, in his eyes, Ruan Feifeng was showing off her fair, tender thighs, tempting him, making his nose bleed. In reality, Ruan Feifeng stood there very seriously, watching Yang Zhuihui approach step by step.

"If I had known it was aphrodisiac, I would never have used it on you. Perhaps this is my destiny. Tonight, my body is yours."

Ruan Feifeng took a deep breath and took two steps back, but Yang Zhuihui forcefully grabbed her waist, while his other hand climbed up her breasts.

Chapter 141, Intense Collision

"Mmm..."

Ruan Feifeng, who had not been touched by a man for a long time, let out a satisfied moan.

Fifteen years ago, Ruan Feifeng was forced to become the Witch King's woman, but the Witch King only slept with her on the first night she arrived here, and never touched her again. That one time of intercourse resulted in her becoming pregnant with Amur. Fifteen

years have passed in a flash. She has been living a life of widowhood for nearly fifteen years. She thought she had long since become indifferent, but her sexual desire was completely unleashed by Yang Zhuihui, who was under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

"Mother-in-law, yours is so big and soft."

Yang Zhuihui leered, having already pinned Ruan Feifeng to the ground. He stared at her like a predator eyeing its prey, his left hand roaming between her breasts, while his right hand slipped inside her skirt, quickly reaching her sacred place. His entire palm pressed against her plump, wet vulva, applying slight pressure until his middle finger sank into her slightly parted flesh, even pushing her underpants inside.

"Oh..."

The nearly barren land was instantly soaked by the overflowing lustful fluid, which flowed more and more, seeping through her underpants and covering Yang Zhuihui's hand.

Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Yang Zhuihui withdrew his hand, sticking out his tongue to taste the lustful fluid on his fingertip, and laughed, "Mother-in-law, your lustful fluid tastes so good, and there's so much of it. I haven't even penetrated you yet, and you're already this wet."

Normally, Ruan Feifeng would have slapped him long ago, but Yang Zhuihui was under the influence of the aphrodisiac. Her only option was to release his desires with her body; only in this way could she save him. She had caused this trouble herself, and only she could save him. Therefore, no matter how Yang Zhuihui toyed with her, Ruan Feifeng would not resist.

To make Yang Zhuihui release his desires sooner, Ruan Feifeng had to act like a shameless harlot.

The usually gentle and refined Yang Zhuihui had become a beast. Laughing lewdly, he tore open Ruan Feifeng's outer robe and pink undergarment, pulling out the red bodice covering her ample breasts as well, and throwing it behind her. Ruan Feifeng's upper body was now naked before Yang Zhuihui's eyes.

Her breasts were high and firm, with two adorable nipples like cherries, already erect. Perhaps because she had breastfed, her areolas were a bit dark, with small bumps, but the color was very alluring, lacking the innocence of a young girl and possessing a mature charm.

"I'm your mother-in-law,"

Ruan Feifeng emphasized, but her hands landed on Yang Zhuihui's waist, adding, "You can do whatever you want with me, I just hope that once the spring poison wears off, you can forget everything that happened tonight."

As she spoke, Ruan Feifeng grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hands and actively pressed them against her breasts, kneading them.

"I like your sluttyness,"

Yang Zhuihui said, his eyes still bloodshot, his hands squeezing and kneading forcefully. Her breasts changed shape under his ministrations, the nipples occasionally appearing between his fingers, more often rubbing against his palms.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Ruan Feifeng hadn't been pampered by a man in a long time, so she gradually abandoned her dignity in the name of saving lives, beginning to try to please Yang Zhuihui. Her first step was to stroke his enormous member through his crotch, panting, "Son-in-law, this thing of yours is so big, be gentle later."

Saying this, Ruan Feifeng's heart pounded faster than ever before, her labia constantly twitching, stimulating her lust and causing her to secrete even more vaginal fluid.

"I can't take it anymore."

Yang Zhuihui pressed down on Ruan Feifeng's genitals with one hand, rubbing them vigorously, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

"Ugh...ugh...be gentle...don't be so rough..."

Ruan Feifeng arched her back, twisting her waist repeatedly. The tingling and itching in her vulva was driving her almost crazy. She really wanted Yang Zhuihui to penetrate her now to fill the emptiness of her fifteen years, but she still couldn't learn to be as wanton as a prostitute.

Yang Zhuihui lifted up the horse-face skirt, revealing a wet slit in front of him. Even with the protection of her underpants, the excessive secretion of vaginal fluid made the underpants almost transparent, exposing her genitals.

Swallowing hard, Yang Zhuihui quickly pulled off Ruan Feifeng's underpants. With a gasp from Ruan Feifeng, she was completely naked, revealing a very thick and white tiger vulva.

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Ruan Feifeng's legs and pressed them upwards, his entire body lying prone on her secret area, which was overflowing with hot, lustful fluid. Before Ruan Feifeng could react, Yang Zhuihui pressed his mouth against her sticky vulva, sucking hard. A stream of delicious lustful fluid flowed into Yang Zhuihui's mouth and was swallowed by him.

"Ugh... How could you... How could you do such a thing..."

Ruan Feifeng, who was receiving oral sex for the first time, almost had an orgasm. Her face was flushed, and she kept moaning, resisting Yang Zhuihui with words, but she was very happy in her heart. She would shake her plump buttocks from time to time, letting her lustful flower rub against Yang Zhuihui's face to climb to the peak of desire, but she always felt that something was missing. Her honey hole needed that hot, fleshy rod to fill it.

Bewitched by the lust bewitching potion, Yang Zhuihui opened his mouth to eat the constantly gushing lustful fluid. Somewhat unsatisfied, he simply put two fingers together and forcefully inserted them into Ruan Feifeng's honey hole, which had longed to be penetrated, and stirred it.

"Ah!"

Ruan Feifeng trembled all over, her vaginal muscles contracting rapidly from the swirling fingers, releasing even more vaginal fluid. Before the fluid could even drip from her perineum, Yang Zhuihui's waiting tongue had already sucked it into his mouth.

"No...no...uh...uh..."

Ruan Feifeng sucked on her little finger, her expression one of pure enjoyment. Just two fingers were driving her to madness; what would happen when that thick, hard penis was inserted? Wouldn't she die?

At this moment, Xia Yao, who had been outside the door, heard all of Ruan Feifeng's cries. She desperately wanted to stop it all, not wanting Yang Zhuihui to have an affair with another woman, especially Xu Yueqing's own mother. If Xu Yueqing found out that Yang Zhuihui had had sex with her mother, Xu Yueqing would definitely go insane.

But...what could Xia Yao do? She could only listen to Ruan Feifeng's continuous moans. The occasional cries of pleasure made the images in Xia Yao's mind even more lewd: she seemed to see Yang Zhuihui thrusting his enormous penis into Ruan Feifeng's vagina, which broke her heart.

“Young master, would you like to rest in my room?”

Xiao Rou asked tentatively. She had also heard the madam's voice and mistakenly thought Xia Yao was a man, so she didn't want her to linger.

“I'm waiting for him to come out; he should be here soon,”

Xia Yao forced a smile.

“But…”

Xiao Rou wanted to say something more, but when she heard the madam's high-pitched moans, her face turned red.

Xia Yao seemed uneasy, pacing back and forth in front of the door. She bit her thin lips until they bled, and kept glancing at the closed door. She was getting impatient and reached out to push it open, but was stopped by the maid.

“You can't go in!”

Xiao Rou said hurriedly.

“I want to go in and see, because…”

Xia Yao grabbed Xiao Rou's hand and pressed it to her breast, saying, “I'm a woman too; I can go in.”

Xiao Rou's face immediately turned red. She had thought that the handsome Xia Yao was a man, but she hadn't expected him to be a woman disguised as a man. Somewhat disappointed, she could only nod and let Xia Yao in.

Upon entering, Xia Yao saw Yang Zhuihui fiddling with Ruan Feifeng's vulva while licking her smooth pubic bone. His tongue tip occasionally hooked at her already engorged clitoris, and her thick labia constantly sucked on his fingers. What

surprised Xia Yao even more was that Ruan Feifeng's genitals, like her own, were hairless.

Xia Yao remembered Yang Zhuihui telling her that women should have pubic hair and that it needed to ingest a man's semen to develop properly. But facing this large-breasted, hairless Ruan Feifeng, Xia Yao really wanted her to solve her problem.

"Ugh…how…oh…"

Ruan Feifeng was so flustered by the two fingers that she could barely speak. Looking at the silent Xia Yao with a terrified expression, she mistakenly thought Xia Yao was treating her like Tie Lang had.

Yang Zhuihui pulled out two fingers; his entire palm was covered in sticky, lustful fluid, some of which had flowed down his perineum, swaying there.

Yang Zhuihui's hand continued to caress Ruan Feifeng's inner thigh, his eyes following her fair face downwards, lingering for a moment on her full breasts before focusing on her alluring vulva.

Her prominent, full vulva was exceptionally pink and tender, completely unrecognizable as a mother's. The two labia, constantly opening and closing, glistened with vaginal fluid like a clam, and her clitoris resembled a pearl, waiting for Yang Zhuihui to pluck it.

"Young Master Xia…please don't look at me like that…"

Ruan Feifeng murmured.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui remove his pants, Xia Yao knew what was about to happen. She chuckled dryly and said, "Someone was passing by outside, so I came in to hide. You two don't need to worry about me; I won't do anything. You can continue."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xia Yao stared at Yang Zhuihui, then lowered the bed curtains, saying, "I'll rest for a while. Once Young Master Yang is better, I'll leave with him."

Ruan Feifeng desperately wanted Xia Yao to leave the room, but she was powerless to stop her. Yang Zhuihui had already pulled out his unusually thick penis, which was extremely aroused, with bulging veins, a bright red glans, and glistening fluid secreting from its urethral opening.

Ruan Feifeng was a mature woman nearing forty and should have been very familiar with such things, but even she couldn't help but gasp in astonishment upon seeing this enormous member. Her mouth gaped open, unable to close. She truly felt that this penis was no ordinary object; it wouldn't be surprising if it were Sun Wukong's golden cudgel.

Yang Zhuihui, who had been infected with the aphrodisiac, grinned lewdly, forcefully spreading Ruan Feifeng's thighs. Staring at the constantly contracting, delicate vulva, he adjusted his position, rubbing his glans against the slightly parted slit, occasionally brushing against the entrance of her vagina, but without any hasty penetration, as if deliberately teasing Ruan Feifeng.

Feeling the friction of that hot, hard penis, Ruan Feifeng trembled with unease. She felt it would penetrate her immediately, but each time it only went in halfway, making her anxious and restless. She moved her body further down, hoping it would enter her immediately, but Yang Zhuihui continued his unhurried rubbing.

Ruan Feifeng gasped as she looked at Yang Zhuihui, wondering if his aphrodisiac had worn off and he only wanted to tease her now. But she preferred to wait; she believed Yang Zhuihui would eventually penetrate her. After all, she had once been a beauty, and she still retained some charm.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xia Yao watched their genitals, feeling an indescribable conflict. She watched as Yang Zhuihui was about to penetrate Ruan Feifeng, but she could do nothing.

She could tolerate Yang Zhuihui's philandering, but she found it hard to bear him having sex with another woman in front of her. However, Yang Zhuihui had been infected with aphrodisiacs, and if Ruan Feifeng didn't use her body to treat him, he would likely die. So, no matter how unwilling Xia Yao was, she had to endure it.

Just as Ruan Feifeng was getting anxious, Yang Zhuihui's penis forcefully thrust into that vast ocean of fluid.

*Splat!*

A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from their point of contact, and Ruan Feifeng was so aroused that she raised her head and let out a satisfied moan. Her beautiful breasts trembled for a while before stabilizing, but then trembled again because of Yang Zhuihui's thrusting, creating waves of milk.

"Mmm...uh...be gentle...I can't take it..."

Chapter 142,

Yang Zhuihui, who only wanted to have sex inside and outside the house, didn't care whether Ruan Feifeng could take it or not. He just wanted to ride her in her cunt with pleasure, so he thrust like a wild bull, rising and falling. Each time, his glans would slip out, and before the lustful fluid had fully overflowed, he would insert it again, plunging it to the deepest point. The soft flesh of her originally closed flower core was pierced open each time, making Ruan Feifeng almost faint from pleasure. Moreover, Yang Zhuihui's glans would occasionally touch the cervix that was shrunken. The impact was like an electric current running along the cunt, shocking the entire uterus and even reaching the pelvic cavity. The numbness was beyond words.

"Mmm...slower...too deep..."

Ruan Feifeng looked at this powerful man with intoxication, constantly humming excited tunes, seemingly forgetting Xia Yao's presence.

After a short while in the most ordinary position, Yang Zhuihui pressed Ruan Feifeng's legs onto her shoulders, raising her entire buttocks. He squatted down, rubbing his glans against her vulva a few times before inserting again. With each penetration, her juices sprayed everywhere.

"Ah!"

Ruan Feifeng was at a loss for words to describe the feeling of fulfillment. Having been a woman for nearly forty years, this was the first time she had felt the allure of intercourse, her body completely conquered by that large penis.

"So much water."

Yang Zhuihui thrust forcefully, his eyes fixed on their point of contact, her engorged labia opening and closing, constantly gushing juices.

Listening to the sounds of their intercourse, Xia Yao's body warmed slightly. Although separated by the bed curtains, the thin fabric did not obstruct her view. She could clearly see how Yang Zhuihui's large penis went in and out, and she could see Ruan Feifeng's expression of enjoyment.

"Oh...you darn bastard...I can't take it anymore...ah..."

Under Yang Zhuihui's rapid thrusting, Ruan Feifeng finally experienced her first orgasm in nearly twenty years. She clearly remembered that her last orgasm was achieved by masturbation. At that time, she was still living with Xu Jie, but he was busy with state affairs and paid no attention to sex. He often talked to Ruan Feifeng about national matters, completely neglecting sex. That night, she was forced to have sex with the Witch King, and Ruan Feifeng was numb like a piece of wood, only feeling sadness and helplessness. This time was completely different. This time, she was enjoying a long-awaited sexual orgasm.

Looking at Yang Zhuihui, Ruan Feifeng wanted him to stop intercourse so she could experience the tingling sensation of orgasm, but she dared not stop him. She could only enjoy the orgasm while enduring the rapid thrusting of his hot penis, holding her thighs with both hands, allowing Yang Zhuihui to move more freely.

Watching the two engaged in passionate intercourse, Xia Yao, her body burning with desire, couldn't resist reaching for her genitals, only to withdraw her hand again. After several repetitions, Xia Yao finally parted her thighs, pressing her fingers tightly against her vulva. Her eyes widened in shock; a strange yet somewhat familiar sensation made her heart clench. Staring at them, Xia Yao began sliding her middle finger, guiding her labia, hidden within her panties, to rub against each other, causing her to let out soft moans. Afraid they would hear, she covered her mouth, but her moans paled in comparison to Ruan Feifeng's.

After rubbing for a while, feeling the flow of vaginal fluid, Xia Yao withdrew her hand, intending to end this awkward masturbation. However, driven by curiosity about genitals, Xia Yao touched her vulva again, this time inserting her entire hand into her panties for direct contact.

"Mmm..."

Xia Yao, letting out a soft moan, sweat beaded on her face as her fingers carefully rubbed along the vulva, attempting to press her middle finger inside.

As her middle finger was held by her labia, and her index and ring fingers pinched between her labia majora, Xia Yao felt as if her acupoints had been sealed shut. She lay limply on the bed, her thighs instinctively parting, and began to rapidly slide her fingers, experiencing the wonderful pleasure of masturbation.

Gradually, Xia Yao seemed to forget the existence of Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng, closing her eyes to enjoy the pleasure of masturbation. Her hand, which had been resting by the bedside, climbed up to her not-so-high breasts and began to knead them, occasionally letting out comfortable moans.

"This slave can't take it anymore... slower... this slave wants more..."

Ruan Feifeng's eyes widened as she was once again pushed to the peak of sexual pleasure by the thick penis. A gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, while the hateful penis continued to thrust violently, almost causing Ruan Feifeng to faint.

"This slave can't take it anymore... um... stop..."

Ruan Feifeng begged.

Just as Ruan Feifeng was feeling helpless, Yang Zhuihui released her thighs, freeing them, and pressed his entire body against hers, grasping one breast in each hand and thrusting faster.

"Oh...you darling...I'm going to die..."

With a low growl, Yang Zhuihui ejaculated, the semen that had been blocking his ejaculation gate shooting into Ruan Feifeng's uterus, nearly bringing her to a third orgasm.

Feeling his penis slowly soften, Ruan Feifeng wrapped her arms around Yang Zhuihui's broad shoulders and murmured, "Are you recovered?"

Yang Zhuihui, panting heavily after ejaculating, his hands randomly squeezing Ruan Feifeng's soft breasts, his senses gradually returning.

When Yang Zhuihui realized he had actually had sex with Ruan Feifeng, he was extremely surprised and hurriedly asked, "Mother-in-law, what happened?"

Yang Zhuihui appeared astonished, but inwardly he was overjoyed. How wonderful it would be to also seduce the well-educated Xu Yueqing!

"The poison planted in your body is a spring poison, and only my body can cure you,"

Ruan Feifeng said softly.

Yang Zhuihui scrutinized Ruan Feifeng's alluring body, unable to resist swallowing hard. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Xia Yao's moans. Mistaking this for an act of misconduct, Yang Zhuihui jumped up, ignoring the weak Ruan Feifeng, and abruptly pulled back the bed curtains. Seeing Xia Yao rubbing her genitals with one hand and kneading her breasts with the other, Yang Zhuihui finally felt relieved.

Seeing Xia Yao still engrossed in masturbation, Yang Zhuihui smiled wickedly, slipping one hand inside Xia Yao's panties, taking over the other's territory, and began skillfully caressing her genitals.

"Ah!"

Xia Yao cried out in surprise. Seeing Yang Zhuihui's wicked grin, she felt relieved and murmured, "No...don't do this...madam will see..."

"What are you doing?"

Ruan Feifeng, dressed and approaching, was utterly bewildered. She had always assumed Xia Yao was a man, so she was very surprised.

Yang Zhuihui withdrew his hand, which was sticky. He rubbed it on his chest, sniffed his fingers, and noticed a faint odor. He smiled slightly and said, "I sometimes play like this with Brother Shaofeng."

"Does son-in-law like men?"

Ruan Feifeng asked in surprise.

"Perhaps,"

Yang Zhuihui half-admitted.

"Madam, don't listen to him, it's not like that!"

Xia Yao quickly said.

"If that's true, son-in-law, you really should change."

Recalling Yang Zhuihui's vigor just now, Ruan Feifeng couldn't believe that Yang Zhuihui was gay, but she also felt that he had that tendency.

"Madam, I'll tell you a secret."

Yang Zhuihui beckoned with his finger, and when Ruan Feifeng stepped forward, he grabbed her hand and pressed it towards Xia Yao's genitals.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Yao instinctively cried out, trying to resist, but it was too late; Ruan Feifeng's hand landed on the fertile soil.

Ruan Feifeng moved her fingers and exclaimed in surprise, "So she's a eunuch!"

Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but laugh and said, "Actually, she's a woman, but she disguises herself as a man for convenience."

Ruan Feifeng suddenly understood and asked, "Then what is your relationship?"

"She's my..."

"Just friends,"

Xia Yao interrupted.

Seeing that Xia Yao didn't want to reveal their relationship, Yang Zhuihui chimed in, "We're just ordinary friends."

"Impossible! How could ordinary friends be so intimate?"

Ruan Feifeng stared at Xia Yao's flushed face, laughed, and said, "I thought you were a handsome young man, but you're actually a woman. You're quite beautiful."

"I was a bit rude earlier, please forgive me, Mother-in-law."

Yang Zhuihui bowed and asked, "Wasn't she also infected with the Gu? Why isn't she showing any reaction?"

"Let me see your hands."

Ruan Feifeng examined Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao's arms, confirming that the Gu poison had subsided before she felt relieved. She said, "I don't know what kind of Gu Miss Cheng was infected with, but the poison has disappeared, so don't worry. What you should worry about now is how to leave this place." "

How is Lu Bing now?"

"Who?"

"The one who came here with us."

Yang Zhuihui explained.

"Him?"

Ruan Feifeng chuckled dryly, "If I hadn't brought you here, you'd probably be half-dead from those women who specialize in raping men."

"Is Lu Bing dead from exhaustion now?"

"His will has only been weakened, not raped to death, because we'll be performing witchcraft tomorrow."

After a pause, Ruan Feifeng continued, "One is my son-in-law, and the other is my husband's family's guard. I absolutely cannot let anything happen to you. When it's late at night, I'll escort you two across Poyun Mountain, and then have Xiaorou guide you back to the capital."

"No!"

Yang Zhuihui resolutely refused, saying, "My purpose in coming here is to unite the Jianzhou, the Wild Men, and the Haixi Jurchens. If I fail to complete the mission entrusted to me by His Majesty, I will be persecuted

by Yan Song even if I return. Going back means death, and staying here also means death. I might as well stay here with my mother-in-law." Hearing Yang Zhuihui's "confession," Ruan Feifeng's heart warmed, and she immediately regarded Yang Zhuihui as a man of ambition. She smiled slightly and said, "After you return, find Lord Xu. I believe he will save you."

Yang Zhuihui was angry at the thought of Xu Jie, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Although Lord Xu and Yan Song are both ministers, one is a civil official and the other a military one. In terms of power, that dog Yan Song, the Minister of Personnel, has more power. Moreover, he is deeply favored by the Emperor. If Lord Xu were to protect the two of us, I'm afraid he would lose his official position. It would be a loss for him. Therefore, I beg my mother-in-law."

As he said this, Yang Zhuihui pretended to kneel down, but Ruan Feifeng helped him up.

"What do you mean?"

Ruan Feifeng asked in surprise.

“My mother-in-law knows witchcraft, so could we inoculate several leaders of the Wild Jurchens with it? That way, even if the Wild Jurchens are subdued, we wouldn't need the Ming army to come here. If it really comes to that, it won't benefit either side.”

“This…”

Ruan Feifeng hesitated, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.

“It seems I’ve been presumptuous,”

Yang Zhuihui said with a bitter smile.

Ruan Feifeng sighed slightly and said, “As long as we can control the Witch King and Amur, that would be fine, but one is practically my savior, and the other is my son. How can I bear to harm them?”

“Madam should consider the bigger picture,”

Xia Yao said righteously. “Even if Young Master Yang and I return to the Ming Dynasty alive, there’s no guarantee they won’t inoculate other Ming people with it. At that time, the foundation of the Ming Dynasty might collapse overnight. A thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole. So I hope Madam can consider the bigger picture. I believe Madam doesn’t want to see the people of the Ming Dynasty poisoned by witchcraft.”

After saying that, Xia Yao knelt on one knee.

Chapter 143, Heart-Fluttering

"I know what you're saying makes a lot of sense, but..."

Ruan Feifeng hurriedly helped Xia Yao up, looked at the two of them, and shook her head, saying, "I'm just an ordinary woman, and I also wanted to serve only one husband in my life, but fate always loves to play tricks on people, causing me to end up here, not only defiled by the Witch King, but also giving birth to a son, and just now with..."

Ruan Feifeng looked at Yang Zhuihui, who had a sincere expression, and smiled bitterly, "My body is no longer clean, so how can I have the face to return to Lord Xu's side? I'd rather spend the rest of my life

here." Yang Zhuihui carefully examined Ruan Feifeng. This woman, who was nearly forty years old, did not look old at all, but rather mature and voluptuous. She was the kind of woman that made people want to possess her. Regardless of the relationship between Xu Jie and her, since Yang Zhuihui had already slept with her, there was no reason to leave her for the Witch King or Xu Jie. He had already given them both a high green hat, so of course he would wear it to the end.

Gazing into her alluring eyes, Yang Zhuihui said regretfully, "I have a compromise, I'll tell you, Mother-in-law."

Having captured Ruan Feifeng's attention, Yang Zhuihui continued, "If, as you say, we can control the entire Jurchen tribe by controlling the Witch King and Amur, then as long as we do all this without harming them, you won't be harming them, but rather stopping their sins. Otherwise, they'll surely go to the eighteenth level of hell after they die. Also, you can actually go back, as long as you don't tell anyone except us what happened here. If you still have concerns, you can go to the Ming Dynasty as a Jurchen witch doctor. You won't reveal your true identity, and no one will suspect you're the Ruan Feifeng of fifteen years ago. What do you think?"

Faced with Yang Zhuihui's advice, Ruan Feifeng was still a little hesitant. She had become accustomed to her current life, and she was reluctant to change it again. Of course, what she was reluctant to give up was not her identity as a witch doctor, but her peaceful life. As fragile as a willow catkin in the wind, she could not withstand too much turmoil and stimulation.

After a long silence, Ruan Feifeng finally spoke, "The witchcraft ceremony won't be held until noon tomorrow. There's still some time. I'll give you an answer at sunrise. You'll rest here tonight, and absolutely mustn't go out. If you're seen by Amur or the Witch King's men, I'm afraid you'll meet with misfortune tonight." "

Alright."

Yang Zhuihui looked at the bamboo bed and asked, "Will you all sleep together tonight?"

"Dream on!"

Xia Yao tapped Yang Zhuihui on the forehead and glared at him, "You sleep on the floor, and I'll sleep on the bed with Madam."

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and said helplessly, "Why am I so unlucky?"

"Actually..."

Ruan Feifeng frowned and said, "How about you and this..."

"Xia Yao."

"Miss Xia Yao, you can sleep in my room. I'll sleep with Xiao Rou tonight, and we'll see each other again tomorrow, how about that?"

"Okay."

Yang Zhuihui nodded.

"No way!"

Xia Yao retorted, "Young Master Yang is Miss's future husband. How can I, a servant, sleep with him? If word gets out... that would be very bad."

Ruan Feifeng placed her hand on Xia Yao's shoulder, squinting and smiling, "If you're just ordinary friends, then I'm blind. It's decided then. See you tomorrow."

Turning to the door, she smiled back at them before leaving.

As soon as Ruan Feifeng left, Yang Zhuihui hugged Xia Yao from behind, kissed her earlobe, and teased, "Are you angry with me again?"

"How dare I? You're Miss's husband."

Xia Yao tossed her head.

"See, see, see, you still say you're not angry with me."

Yang Zhuihui picked Xia Yao up by the waist, threw her onto the bed, rolled onto her, and pinned her down. Looking at this difficult woman, he couldn't help but smile heartily, saying, "Of all these women, you're the most mischievous."

"You mean the one who gets jealous the most easily?"

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't say that, you said it yourself. But you really are a jealous person."

Yang Zhuihui pinched Xia Yao's cheek and continued, "If one day you see me with another woman and don't even blink, I'll be disappointed. At least getting angry proves you still love me."

"Love you my foot!"

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui again. She wanted to pretend to be serious, but seeing Yang Zhuihui's ridiculous expression, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, revealing her pearly white teeth and red lips that gave one the urge to bite them.

"I didn't get you on Ruoxian Island back then, but I definitely have the chance today. A man and a woman alone in a room, you know what will happen."

Yang Zhuihui grinned lewdly, his hand already moving down Xia Yao's face. Just as he was about to lift Xia Yao's clothes, Xia Yao grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand.

“This isn’t the right setting. I don’t want my first time to be spent in fear. If you truly love me, you’ll give me a safe and secure environment.”

Seeing Xia Yao’s seriousness, Yang Zhuihui’s rising lust instantly plummeted. He turned aside and said, “I really don’t know when. Just now you saw me and Madam Ruan doing it, and you were touching yourself all over. Don’t you want that feeling?”

“No!”

Xia Yao immediately denied, but added, “Unless I get my revenge!”

Thinking of Lu Bing, Yang Zhuihui said, “I have a very wicked idea. I’ll tell you.”

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui leaned close to Xia Yao’s ear and whispered.

After hearing Yang Zhuihui's words, Xia Yao's face tightened, and she stiffly replied, "Okay."

"Xiao Yao, let me tell you, death isn't the most painful thing. The most painful thing is living a life worse than death, or having your fate in someone else's hands. When you finally realize this, you find the whole world is turning against you, understand?"

Xia Yao rested her head on Yang Zhuihui's arm and said, "Treat me like a child."

"Who said you're a child? You're old enough to have children,"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"I'll wait until I've avenged my family before I have children, "

Xia Yao said seriously.

"Ten months of pregnancy, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, if I promise you I can avenge you within ten months, can we make love tonight?"

Yang Zhuihui grinned mischievously.

Xia Yao blushed, and her elbow bumped Yang Zhuihui's chin, making him wince in pain.

Faced with such a violent Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui really had to tone down his words.

Perhaps exhausted from the day, Xia Yao fell asleep quickly, snuggling close to Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui, however, dared not move, fearing another beating, a possible dislocated jaw, or even the loss of his manhood.

After bathing, Ruan Feifeng and Xiao Rou lay on the same bed. She lay awake, her eyes wide open, unable to sleep. Scenes from the past played in her mind, causing her great distress. She truly didn't know what to do.

Seeing that Xiao Rou was still awake, Ruan Feifeng gently took her hand and asked, "Do you want to stay here, or go back to your hometown?"

"I want to stay with Madam. Madam saved our lives."

"So you want to go back too..."

Xiao Rou, not understanding the meaning behind Ruan Feifeng's words, hesitated to answer for a long time.

"Go to sleep. I hope tomorrow will be a good day."

Ruan Feifeng tucked Xiao Rou in, but didn't care about her own exposed body.

"Madam, go to sleep early too,"

Xiao Rou murmured.

"Mm,"

Ruan Feifeng replied, but she herself was wide awake. Yang Zhuihui's words kept echoing in her mind. She would occasionally recall the scenes of intercourse with him, the intense pleasure of which intoxicated her. She vaguely felt Yang Zhuihui's large penis still thrusting in and out of her. How could a lonely mature woman forget the large penis that filled her entire vagina so completely?

Half an hour later, Ruan Feifeng finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Ruan Feifeng woke up with a start, covered in sweat. Seeing that it was barely dawn and Xiao Rou was still asleep, Ruan Feifeng tiptoed out of bed, lifted the curtain, and went to the window. She slipped her hand inside her underwear and casually touched her vulva; it was already wet.

When she withdrew her hand, her fingers were covered in fragrant, lustful fluid—the result of a wet dream. In the dream, the male protagonist was the incredibly virile Yang Zhuihui, and Ruan Feifeng had become a wanton woman striking various lewd poses.

"It's been a long time since I've had a dream like this."

Ruan Feifeng smiled faintly, already knowing how she would choose in her uncertain future.

Entering her room, Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao were chatting on the edge of the bed.

Upon seeing Ruan Feifeng, the somewhat impatient Yang Zhuihui asked, "Mother-in-law, how is it?"

Ruan Feifeng sat in front of the mirror, removed her gold hairpin, revealing her long, black hair cascading to her waist. She carefully combed it with a wooden comb, saying, "I'll listen to you."

(Does this sentence imply that Ruan Feifeng can be manipulated at will, and that he can do whatever he wants with her?

If Xia Yao weren't here, Yang Zhuihui would have pounced on Ruan Feifeng like a wolf, devouring her like breakfast. But since she's here, Yang Zhuihui can only restrain himself, saying, "Mother-in-law, you've lived here for fifteen years, you should be very familiar with it, so we should be listening to you."

Ruan Feifeng smoothed her black hair, put it up, and secured it with a gold hairpin. She stood up and said, "Then this time, I'll take charge. Once things are settled here, I'll listen to Young Master Yang on what to do next."

Yang Zhuihui's nose was almost bleeding. He glanced at Xia Yao out of the corner of his eye, seeing Xia Yao's face full of displeasure...) He was pleased, so he coughed twice and said, "There are only two hours left until noon. Time is of the essence. What does Mother-in-law want us to do?"

Ruan Feifeng held the wooden comb and said, "There is a dry well about four hundred steps east of here. This well is called the Gu Well. The Gu Well is considered a forbidden area of the Jurchen tribe. No one can approach it except by the order of the Witch King. There are all kinds of Gu inside, both poisonous and non-poisonous. It is a large nest of Gu. The snake Gu that the Witch King wants is also there. At noon, he will let the snake Gu enter Lu Bing's body. The snake Gu will burrow into his brain and control him. After that, Lu Bing will only obey the first command he hears until the snake Gu is removed or he dies."

"Does Madam mean for Young Master Yang and me to go to the Gu Well and capture the snake Gu?"

Xia Yao countered.

"Something like that."

"Is that even possible?"

Yang Zhuihui blurted out.

One golden Gu had already terrified Yang Zhuihui half to death, and one spring Gu had unleashed his beastly nature. If a whole bunch of Gu burrowed into his body, wouldn't he be killed?

"Hehe, I didn't ask you to go down the well to find the snake Gu. I'll tell you how to lure the snake Gu out of the Gu Well."

Ruan Feifeng stood up and continued, "But before that, you must find a way to deal with the two witch guards there. They carry poisonous Gu with them, and you might get poisoned if you're not careful. You might not even know the Gu has entered your body."

"What should we do then?"

Yang Zhuihui asked hastily, believing that Ruan Feifeng definitely had a solution.

Ruan Feifeng brought out the Gu furnace and placed it on the table, saying, "There are Gu eggs on the third level that snake Gu love to eat. Just place them in front of the Gu well, and the snake Gu will crawl out on their own. However, to prevent the snake Gu from escaping, realgar is sprinkled at the well opening. After you deal with the witch guards, you must remove the realgar." 05-26

Chapter 144, Deeper into

"Difficulties Abound."

Yang Zhuihui stroked his chin, watching Ruan Feifeng take out a white Gu egg the size of a little finger.

"It is estimated that the Witch King will go to the Gu well in two hours, so you have less than two hours. I have told you what to do. Now you can only rely on yourselves. If you can successfully retrieve the snake Gu, the rest will be easy."

"Then how do we catch the snake Gu after they crawl out?"

Yang Zhuihui asked doubtfully.

"Hehe, I forgot to tell you, they'll fall asleep after eating these Gu eggs, making them easy to bring back. Open your palm."

Ruan Feifeng placed several Gu eggs in Yang Zhuihui's palm, saying, "Don't break them, the liquid that leaks out will dissolve your bones."

Looking at these inconspicuous Gu eggs, Yang Zhuihui's hands trembled. If it were any other time, Yang Zhuihui would have crushed them with one hand to experience the thrill of crushing testicles.

"Young Master Yang, should I carry them?"

Xia Yao asked.

"No need, I can do it myself."

Yang Zhuihui stared at the Gu eggs and said, "We can't hesitate any longer, let's set off now."

“I still need to disguise you a bit,”

Ruan Feifeng said, ruffling Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao’s hair. “I’ll take you out, but once we enter the path, you’ll have to fend for yourselves.”

Clasp their hands together, and Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao followed behind Ruan Feifeng. She even had them pretend to be idiots, feigning poison, to deal with any potential shamanic guards.

Stepping out of the house, Yang Zhuihui saw several savages wielding spears approaching. He quickly lowered his head.

As they drew near, the savages began chattering, and Ruan Feifeng smiled and explained in the Jurchen language. Being a shaman of her tribe, she didn’t arouse much suspicion, and the shamanic guards quickly bypassed them and continued their patrol.

Ruan Feifeng breathed a sigh of relief, saying as they walked, “If they had captured you just now, everything would have been over.”

“We have to thank my mother-in-law for her resourcefulness,”

Yang Zhuihui said with a forced smile.

"I hope everything goes smoothly. I'm going all out this time. If anything happens to you, I won't live either. If it weren't for Amur's birth, I wouldn't have survived either. It's a pity that this child has really disappointed me. He was raised into a villain by the Dalai Lama and the Witch King,"

Ruan Feifeng said through gritted teeth.

"He's only fifteen. He can still be changed,"

Yang Zhuihui said perfunctorily, but he didn't want that scumbag Amur to live. He wished he were dead right now.

After seeing Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao to the crossroads, Ruan Feifeng said, "Walk another two hundred steps or so and you'll reach the Gu Well. Before you enter the Gu Well, you need to find a way to deal with the two witch guards."

"I've only seen male witch guards. Why are there witch guards guarding this place? Don't they think the defense is too weak?"

Yang Zhuihui asked curiously.

“The entire Jurchen tribe only has ten witch guards, all responsible for guarding areas where Gu poison appears in large quantities, seemingly because of their extremely Yin nature,”

Ruan Feifeng said as the witch guards returned from patrol. “I’ll go back to the house first. Take care.”

Yang Zhuihui wanted to ask what extremely Yin meant, but Ruan Feifeng had already hurried away. He was pulled into a path by Xia Yao and hid in the weeds. They waited until the witch guards were far away before coming out and walking along the path.

After walking for a while, a large open space appeared ahead, with a well in the center. The grass in the open space was withered and yellow, clearly indicating that the Gu poison in the vicinity was too severe, killing all the flowers and plants.

Observing their surroundings, they didn’t see any witch guards.

“Maybe they went to the outhouse,”

Yang Zhuihui whispered.

“I’m a guard, and I know my duties better than anyone. This is the most important place in the tribe; they can’t possibly abandon their posts.”

Xia Yao was about to walk forward when Yang Zhuihui grabbed her arm and pointed to a large tree diagonally ahead. Two women stood in the tree, both holding bows and arrows, guarding their surroundings.

Unlike the other tribespeople, they didn’t expose their breasts, wearing one-shoulder tiger-skin dresses, their right shoulders completely exposed, the hem of the skirt extremely short, just covering their shapely buttocks, giving them an extremely wild look.

“If you ran out, you’d be a hedgehog by now,”

Yang Zhuihui said in a low voice.

“I just didn’t expect them to have a habit of climbing trees.”

Xia Yao smiled and said, “It seems that dealing with the two of them will be really difficult.”

“The people themselves aren’t so scary; what’s scary is their Gu poison.”

Yang Zhuihui carefully observed the two women and gritted his teeth, “Even if I have an invulnerable body, I really have no way to deal with Gu poison that can penetrate to the bone marrow.”

“Time is running out; how about we fight them head-on?”

Xia Yao was getting a little restless.

"Don't you think we're missing something?"

"What?"

"Weapons."

Yang Zhuihui shrugged. "When Amur captured us, all our weapons were taken away. We're unarmed now."

"I have poison fists."

"And they have poison gu!"

Yang Zhuihui rolled his eyes at Xia Yao and said, "I'll think of something else. Rushing out is definitely suicide."

While Yang Zhuihui was thinking, Xia Yao kept an eye on the witch guards. Thankfully, they hadn't discovered them before, otherwise they would have been easy targets.

These two witch guards were always in attack stances, truly well-trained. If they could be recruited, they could definitely be trained into top-tier assassins. Plus, with their knowledge of gu poison, their attack power would be like a venomous snake.

Xia Yao wanted to win over the witch guards, but knew it was wishful thinking.

After a full quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui finally spoke, "I have two ideas."

"Tell me."

"First, charge straight out."

"And the second?"

"Second, defecate and suffocate them."

"After thinking for so long, how come you only came up with such a disgusting method?"

Xia Yao glared at Yang Zhuihui and said, "I really don't know what use those worldly wisdom books you learned on Ruoxian Island are?"

"I also have a trick to lure the enemy in."

Yang Zhuihui smiled slightly, picked up a small stone, and casually threw it towards the Gu Well.

The stone landed, and the attention of the two witch guards was drawn to it. After chattering a few times, one of them jumped to the ground, drew her bow, kicked the stone away with her bare feet, and raised her head to speak in a language that Yang Zhuihui couldn't understand at all.

"Is it like this?"

Xia Yao also imitated Yang Zhuihui and threw a stone, hitting the witch guard on the back of the head.

"Wow."

The witch guard turned around and stared at them, her arrows moving horizontally from side to side, ready to fire at any moment.

Meanwhile, the witch guard above also focused her attention on Yang Zhuihui. Fortunately, the bushes provided good concealment, otherwise they would have been exposed long ago.

Seeing the witch guard slowly approaching, Yang Zhuihui handed the Gu egg to Xia Yao, saying, "Protect the Gu egg well; my indestructible target will also be put to use."

Seeing Yang Zhuihui about to go to his death, Xia Yao hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, trying to stop him, but he had already stood up.

The two witch guards cried out simultaneously, their eyes wide open.

Yang Zhuihui raised his hands, saying, "I have no weapon."

Prepared to be shot, Yang Zhuihui stepped forward lightly, now standing in front of the withered grass, thus ensuring Xia Yao's safety.

The witch guard slowly approached Yang Zhuihui, chattering as she spoke.

Less than ten steps away from Yang Zhuihui, she stopped, looked him up and down, and then chattered a few words to the witch guard in the tree. Receiving a response from the witch guard in the tree, she sucked her finger and whistled.

Knowing this was a signal, Yang Zhuihui rushed over to stop her. The witch guard in the tree saw this and fired an arrow, striking Yang Zhuihui squarely in the thigh.

Due to the effects of the *Sucking Yin Heart Sutra*, Yang Zhuihui was completely immune to weapons, but being attacked so close by a powerful crossbow bolt still caused his thigh to go numb, his leg buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

At the same time, the witch guard in front of him pressed an arrow against his neck, his most vulnerable spot.

Xia Yao, hiding in the bushes, desperately wanted to save Yang Zhuihui, but her martial arts were no match for the arrow. To have any chance of survival, Xia Yao could only remain hidden in the bushes, barely daring to breathe.

A short while later, chaotic footsteps came from behind. The Witch King was leading a squad of witch guards, looking furious, with Amur beside him.

"Tsk tsk, they actually came all this way. Looks like Ruan Feifeng is a traitor!"

Amur sneered.

Even though he hadn't been hit by an arrow, Yang Zhuihui pretended to be wounded, clutching his thigh to prevent the arrow from falling, and said, "She's your own mother. Calling her by her name is already an act of treason, and you dare call her a traitor?"

"I've never acknowledged her existence,"

Amur said, stepping on Yang Zhuihui's ankle. "She did something incredibly foolish. If she weren't a witch doctor, the Witch King would have executed her. Tell me, where is Xia Shaofeng?"

"He's dead."

"What a joke! The witch guards just said Ruan Feifeng brought you out!"

Amur exclaimed.

"Since you know she's still alive, what's the point of asking? Let me tell you the truth, I've sent her back to the Ming Dynasty. In a few days, the Ming army will raze this place to the ground."

"No one can leave this place; it's the lair of death."

Amur moved his feet, turned to the Witch King, and said, "I beg Your Majesty to execute him on the spot."

The masked Witch King bent down to look at Yang Zhuihui, sniffed him a few times like a dog, and said in a hoarse voice, "Send someone to chase after the other one, execute witchcraft on this one and the other man together, and then send them back to the Ming Dynasty to assassinate Jiajing."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui grabbed the witch guard's arrow and snapped it in two. With a crisp sound, the arrow broke. Just as he was about to take the witch guard hostage, he felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he had no strength at all. He kept gagging, vomiting yellow liquid.

"I know you're the most skilled among them, and I know we can't possibly defeat you by martial arts alone. That's why I planted the Gu in you. If you want to save your life, don't do anything rash,"

Amur sneered.

Yang Zhuihui could clearly feel an insect wriggling in his throat. The feeling was extremely disgusting and terrifying, as if he had turned into a piece of rotting flesh, while the Gu leisurely savored what it considered delicious rotten flesh.

"Take him away,"

the Witch King waved his hand, and two Witch Guards carried Yang Zhuihui back.

"Witch King, shall we summon the Snake Gu now?"

Amur asked.

The eyes behind the mask, seemingly able to see through everything, stared at the Gu well for a moment, then turned and said, "It's not time yet. The Snake Gu is most effective at noon."

With that, the Witch King flicked his sleeve and left.

"What a wait!"

Amur snorted and followed the Witch King away.

Only two witch guards and Xia Yao, hiding in the bushes, remained near the Gu Well. She desperately wanted to rescue Yang Zhuihui, but running out would be suicide. Looking at the few Gu eggs she had almost crushed in her hand, a glimmer of hope ignited within her.

A quarter of an hour later, one of the witch guards approached Xia Yao.

Mistakenly believing her presence had been exposed, Xia Yao prepared to attack. However, the reality was unexpected. The witch guard removed her quiver and placed it on the ground along with her bow and arrows. She walked into the bushes, squatted down less than ten feet away from Xia Yao, and pulled up her short skirt, revealing her slightly darker buttocks. A pair of shorts that barely covered half of her buttocks were pulled down to her knees, completely exposing her lower body. With a soft moan, a stream of urine shot from her urethra, moistening the unnamed pubic hair.

Chapter 145, Thirty Times in One Night.

Xia Yao breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the witch guard had only come to relieve herself.

Seeing her enjoying herself through the bushes, Xia Yao hatched a plan. She approached the witch guard, who was still urinating, at an extremely slow pace.

As she turned her head, Xia Yao rushed over, grabbed her by the neck with one hand, and opened her other hand, shouting, "Dare to do anything, and I'll feed you a Gu egg!"

Startled, her urine stream abruptly stopped, then immediately resumed, splashing onto her ankles. She stared at the Gu eggs, then at Xia Yao, too afraid to do anything rash, and could only squat there quietly urinate, while the other witch guard screamed.

After she finished, Xia Yao dragged her towards the Gu well, gesturing for the witch guards above to come down.

Although they couldn't understand each other's language, they could still comprehend some basic movements, so the witch guards in the tree obediently jumped down.

Xia Yao stripped the two witch guards of their tiger-skin dresses. They both pressed their thighs together, shyly covering their private parts with their hands. Perhaps due to excessive sun exposure, their arms, thighs, and necks were brown, while the areas covered by the tiger-skin dresses were unusually fair.

Looking at the two wild women, Xia Yao was wary of any trickery. If they were suddenly poisoned like Yang Zhuihui, neither of them would likely leave alive.

Xia Yao bound their hands together with their clothes and deliberately gagged them. After confirming it was secure, she sneered, "I'll show you how I kill the snake gu."

Looking at the well, Xia Yao walked over, and the two witch guards made muffled noises.

At this moment, Xia Yao had disregarded life and death, only hoping Yang Zhuihui would be safe, so she didn't care what was in the gu well.

Seeing the well opening was dark red and smelling a foul odor, Xia Yao knew it was realgar.

Tearing off a piece of her robe, Xia Yao wiped away the realgar.

"Mmm...mmm..."

The witch guards' eyes almost popped out, constantly twisting their bodies. With their hands bound behind their backs, they couldn't cover their breasts and private parts, leaving them exposed to nature. It was a pity Yang Zhuihui wasn't there; otherwise, they would definitely have been brutally raped by him.

After making sure the realgar was completely clean, Xia Yao placed the Gu eggs less than a foot away from the Gu well. She then took a few steps back, staring intently at the well. She had a feeling that a snake Gu was poking its head out, but a blink of an eye revealed it was just her subconscious mind playing tricks on her.

A moment later, a white snake poked its head out, its tongue flicking. Its diamond-shaped eyes stared at Xia Yao, then at the seemingly delicious Gu eggs, before finally sliding out of the well. It opened its jaws and bit down on one of the Gu eggs. With a jerky lift, its jaws snapped shut, and the Gu egg cracked open, dark yellow liquid slowly flowing into the snake's belly, some even dripping from its mouth.

Looking at this snake Gu, only as thick as a little finger and half a foot long, Xia Yao didn't dare breathe. She also saw three more snake Gu crawl out of the well, gnawing on the Gu eggs.

Soon, all the Gu eggs were gone, and the four snake Gu lay motionless on the ground.

Xia Yao grabbed a handful of mud and threw it over. Seeing that the snake worms didn't move, she took an arrow, walked over, stomped on the snake worm's head, and the sharp arrow pierced its body. With a forceful slash, she cut the snake worm in two.

Seeing this, the witch guards' legs went weak, and they all knelt on the ground, watching helplessly as Xia Yao disemboweled the second snake worm.

Having killed four snake worms, Xia Yao let out a long sigh and said, "Now you can forget about controlling the Regretful One."

Just as Xia Yao was feeling triumphant, Amur suddenly appeared not far away. Seeing that Xia Yao had killed all the snake worms, he angrily grabbed a bow and arrow from one of the witch guards, drew the string, pointed it at Xia Yao, and fired with a roar.

Whoosh!

The arrow grazed Xia Yao's left shoulder, not injuring her, but completely disrupting her balance. Xia Yao, leaning backward, opened her eyes wide. Before she could cry out, she had already fallen into the worm well.

“Those are all poisonous Gu below; he’ll definitely become their food.”

Amur sneered, but his smile vanished completely when he saw the snake Gu were all dead. He muttered, “The snake Gu I painstakingly fed are dead. It seems the Witch King will definitely skin them alive.”

Seeing the naked witch guards, Amur ordered his men to untie them, then turned and left, still carrying half a snake Gu in his hand.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui and Lu Bing were both chained to a square stone pillar. Lu Bing,

who had been raped by the female savage for a night, had dark circles under his eyes, dry and white lips, and no strength to even open his eyes. His legs trembled uncontrollably; without the chains, he would probably collapse.

When they were brought here, Yang Zhuihui asked Lu Bing how many times he had ejaculated the night before. Lu Bing answered very softly, but Yang Zhuihui still heard him clearly: a full thirty times!

Normally, a man who can ejaculate five or six times in a night is already very strong; unexpectedly, Lu Bing, who didn’t seem to last long at all, ejaculated thirty times in one night.

Under persistent questioning, Yang Zhuihui finally learned that Lu Bing's erections were forced upon him; his penis would spontaneously erect upon contact with the

vaginal fluid, allowing them to take turns raping him. Vaginal fluid causing an instant erection? This function seemed similar to Xerox's vaginal fluid.

Yang Zhuihui could only be thankful that he had encountered Ruan Feifeng last night; otherwise, this transmigrator, who considered himself sexually potent, would have been completely drained, and might have even witnessed Xia Yao being humiliated by a male savage—something he absolutely did not want to see.

(Xiao Jiu: You readers wouldn't want to see that either xd) Seeing Amur approach, Yang Zhuihui glared at him coldly.

Reaching Yang Zhuihui, Amur appeared smug, saying, "I didn't expect Xia Shaofeng to have stayed here all this time, hiding near the Gu Well. I happened to run into him there, so I made him go down into the Gu Well to feed the poisonous Gu."

"Beast!"

Yang Zhuihui roared, but the poisonous Gu stuck in his throat almost suffocated him.

Amur shook the snake gu and said, "But at least his death was worthwhile. He killed the snake gu, preventing us from performing witchcraft."

Knowing that Xia Yao had died in the gu well to save him, Yang Zhuihui was speechless, only able to clench his fists. He wanted to beat Amur severely, but he was powerless because he was tied up. Amur

patted Yang Zhuihui's cheek, then glanced at Lu Bing, who was barely alive, and sneered, "The snake gu will only crawl out of the gu well when it smells the gu egg, and the realgar that was sprinkled was ruined by Xia Shaofeng. The only conclusion we can draw is that Ruan Feifeng betrayed the Jurchen tribe, so she definitely won't have a good life."

"She is your mother, and you have half Ming blood in your veins."

Yang Zhuihui tried his best to remain calm and not let the poisonous gu cause trouble.

“In my eyes, she’s not even as good as a dog.”

“You were born of her, saying that only demeans yourself.”

Yang Zhuihui sighed, “It seems you’ve become a monster due to a lack of maternal love.”

“Shut up!”

Amur punched Yang Zhuihui in the stomach, gripped his chin, and shouted, “If you provoke me again, I’ll kill you right now!”

“I’m going to die sooner or later, so dying now makes no difference.”

Yang Zhuihui sneered, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

“I won’t let you die so easily. I’ll make you watch how Ruan Feifeng is tortured, and then I’ll throw you into the Gu Well to feed you poisonous Gu.”

Looking at fifteen-year-old Amur, Yang Zhuihui never imagined he could be so cold-blooded. Knowing that words were meaningless, he could only lower his head, unwilling to engage in any further verbal sparring.

Thinking Yang Zhuihui had given up, Amur laughed several times and turned to leave.

Yang Zhuihui tried to gather his true energy in his dantian, but the poisonous Gu in his throat tightened around his trachea like a demon's hand, causing his face to turn as red as a monkey's bottom. The little true energy he managed to gather also dispersed due to his rapid and disordered breathing, almost damaging his dantian.

Yang Zhuihui believed his internal strength was extremely profound, and with the aid of the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon, few in the martial arts world could match his internal strength. The worst part was that every time he fell into trouble, either his true energy was sealed or he couldn't use it freely. It seemed that as long as his true energy was controlled by the enemy, he could never be a hero.

Glancing at Lu Bing, then at the departing Amur, Yang Zhuihui was now worried about his unexpectedly beautiful mother-in-law, Ruan Feifeng. He wondered what horrific things Amur might do to his own mother.

Under the blazing sun, Yang Zhuihui was drenched in sweat, his lips cracked and parched, his thoughts a jumbled mess. Unable to withstand the intense heat, he could only keep his head down. To make matters worse, the square stone pillar was getting hotter and hotter. Yang Zhuihui felt like an egg, the pillar a frying pan, destined to become a fried egg.

"Water, I need water,"

Lu Bing groaned weakly.

Equally parched, Yang Zhuihui smiled bitterly, "Give me a woman now, and I'll drink her juices until I'm full."

"Water, give me water, cough cough."

Yang Zhuihui remembered the first time he saw Lu Bing; he never imagined he'd be reduced to this state, raped by a savage woman all night, now looking like a withered old man.

Just after noon, Amur reappeared, followed by two shaman guards.

"I'll let you witness a woman's lewd death."

Amur waved his hand, and the witch guards unlocked their chains, restraining Yang Zhuihui.

"You're unworthy to be human, ptooey!"

Yang Zhuihui spat at Amur.

"She's the biggest stain on my life, and now it's time to erase it. The Witch King has given his approval."

Amur grabbed Yang Zhuihui's chin, laughing hysterically.

"Even a dog knows how to repay kindness better than you."

"A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs. I really like this saying of you Central Plains people. You, a fallen tiger, will fully prove it. Take him away!"

Amur walked ahead, while the exhausted Yang Zhuihui was carried by two witch guards, his feet dangling in the air.

Their destination was the prison where Yang Zhuihui had been the previous night. Ruan Feifeng was now tied to an iron pillar in the prison. Because her body was bound by chains, Ruan Feifeng's alluring figure was on full display, her mature body exuding a seductive aura. Two savage women stood on either side of her.

Yang Zhuihui was pushed into the cell. He stared intently at Ruan Feifeng, whose eyes were filled with sorrow, unable to speak. Something seemed to be blocking his chest. He turned around, ignoring the spear in the hands of the shaman guards, and charged forward, ramming his head into Amur's chest. Amur was knocked back several steps, tripped on the steps, and fell headfirst to the ground.

"Feeling good?"

Yang Zhuihui sneered, now held by the shaman guards.

"I'll make you both feel good to death, use the poison! Damn it!"

Amur rubbed the back of his head, looking at his palms, which were covered in blood. He had no choice but to have the shaman guards tie Yang Zhuihui to the front of Ruan Feifeng. After making sure the tie was secure, he hurriedly left with the shaman guards.

The outer iron gate was locked, leaving only Yang Zhuihui, Ruan Feifeng, and two savage women removing poisonous Gu inside.

"Mother-in-law,"

Yang Zhuihui called out, but felt a sharp pain in his throat and vomited blood.

Ruan Feifeng looked at Yang Zhuihui opposite her and said with a bitter smile, "I'm sorry, I killed Miss Xia Yao."

"Life is full of unexpected events, and no one can decide what to do."

Yang Zhuihui stared at the poisonous Gu in the female savage's hand and exclaimed, "She is the witch doctor of your tribe. Without her, you would never have survived long."

"It's no use. They only listen to the Witch King and Amur. This is a lustful Gu, I'm not afraid."

Although she said this, Ruan Feifeng's face was very ugly.

Chapter 146, Forced by

a female savage, a female savage lifted Ruan Feifeng's long skirt and pulled down her underpants, revealing her still slightly swollen vulva. It was Yang Zhuihui's masterpiece last night. Because the penetration was too intense, the swollen labia had not yet subsided. However, last night was the most comfortable intercourse Ruan Feifeng had ever had.

The two female savages pointed at Ruan Feifeng's vulva and talked. One of them pressed her labia apart, revealing the pink and tender flesh rarely seen in mature women. The other placed the extremely excited lustful Gu at the entrance of her vagina, and it crawled inside.

When the savage woman released her grip, the lustful venom had already crawled into Ruan Feifeng's honeypot, slowly melting and stimulating her lust. Despite Ruan Feifeng's current dignified demeanor, once the venomous venom completely melted, her lust would be multiplied, turning her into a wanton woman!

The savage woman exchanged a few more words, then savagely ripped off Ruan Feifeng's belt, pulled open her jacket and high-collared undergarment, and ripped off her bodice, revealing a pair of full, proudly erect breasts. Two pink nipples were miraculously hard and engorged, requiring no male stimulation whatsoever.

"Don't do this..."

Ruan Feifeng quickly closed her eyes. Even though she had already had sex with Yang Zhuihui the night before, she still didn't want to expose her body naked before him. But she was powerless to stop it. She felt her lower body growing hotter and itchier, an urge to be filled with a large penis spreading through her, but reason warned her not to succumb to lust.

Watching Ruan Feifeng's nipples gradually harden, the two savage women laughed, occasionally pinching them. The extremely sensitive Ruan Feifeng let out soft moans, her legs trembling. She would occasionally steal glances at Yang Zhuihui, feeling utterly ashamed when he stared at her.

After playing with Ruan Feifeng's breasts for a while, the savage women lifted her horse-face skirt and tied it up. Her long, slender legs, without any excess fat, were brought together, and the underpants covering her genitals were already soaked with overflowing vaginal fluid, revealing the full outline of her labia, which seemed to be gently wriggling like a mouth, releasing more vaginal fluid.

Looking at the bound and humiliated Ruan Feifeng, Yang Zhuihui found her exceptionally alluring at this moment, his manhood already erect.

Yang Zhuihui kept swallowing; he desperately wanted to rush over and enjoy Ruan Feifeng, this woman about to be possessed by lust, but bound, he couldn't move. He wanted to break free, but he was truly powerless, only able to watch Ruan Feifeng being played with by the two savage women.

A savage woman was caressing Ruan Feifeng's labia through her underpants, while another pinched her nipples.

"Ugh...no...no...like this...I can't take it..."

Ruan Feifeng pleaded. Stimulated by the aphrodisiac, every part of her body was extremely sensitive; how could she withstand the savage woman's stimulation?

Hearing Ruan Feifeng's pleas, the savage woman quickened her caresses and pinches, stimulating Ruan Feifeng even more intensely.

The savage woman, squatting on the ground, withdrew her hand, her eyes drawn to the aphrodisiac fluid on her palm. She licked it with her tongue, her eyes gleaming, and then simply opened her mouth to kiss Ruan Feifeng's genitals.

"Ah!"

Ruan Feifeng trembled all over. Although she couldn't bear a woman performing oral sex on her, she was overcome with lust and truly enjoyed the feeling. She even wished the savage woman would remove her underpants and insert her tongue into her utterly empty vagina. But she knew that without a man's semen to neutralize the aphrodisiac's effects, she would die from this intense lust.

Panting, Ruan Feifeng looked at Yang Zhuihui, whose face was filled with hunger, and could only smile bitterly.

The savage woman squatting on the ground pulled down Ruan Feifeng's underpants, pressed her mouth against her exceptionally wet vulva, and sucked hard, tasting the deliciously sweet vaginal fluid, while her hands squeezed Ruan Feifeng's buttocks forcefully. The

standing savage woman laughed and opened her mouth to suck on one of Ruan Feifeng's nipples, sucking like a baby, making a "slurping" sound.

"Ugh...oh...no...I can't take it..."

Ruan Feifeng gasped for breath, occasionally licking her thin lips, which were originally wet but felt unusually dry, while her lower body swayed slightly back and forth, her labia rubbing against the savage woman's lips, giving her a strange pleasure.

She was almost losing herself.

Seeing Ruan Feifeng gradually shift from resistance to enjoyment, Yang Zhuihui knew how powerful the aphrodisiac was. He estimated its effects were similar to those of "Utterly Unhappy," both causing death through extreme lust.

"Mother-in-law..."

Yang Zhuihui was at a loss for words.

Ruan Feifeng looked at Yang Zhuihui with ambiguous eyes, her lower body swaying faster, whimpering, "Young Master Yang... my body won't obey me... only this way can I feel better... I'm sorry... oh... it's so itchy... inside... um..."

"I don't blame you, blame Amur. If I were free, I would absolutely tear him to pieces!"

Yang Zhuihui gritted his teeth.

"Um... he's my son..."

Ruan Feifeng raised her head, moaning while tears streamed down her face.

“Even a dog is better than him; at least it wags its tail while eating shit.”

“Stop talking… um…”

“Alright, there’s no point in saying more anyway.”

Yang Zhuihui glanced at the two savage women, his eyes darting around, and shouted, “It’s not fun with women at all. Come and do it with me, I guarantee you’ll feel like you’re dying of pleasure.”

Knowing he couldn’t communicate with them, Yang Zhuihui had Ruan Feifeng translate for them.

“That won’t do, Young Master Yang will end up like that man.”

Ruan Feifeng immediately shook her head.

“Maybe they’ll let us go once they’re satisfied.”

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

“No… um… we can’t let Young Master Yang take the risk…”

“Amur won’t let me go either. I’d rather be raped to death by a woman than die like this, so please relay my words to them.”

Yang Zhuihui said righteously.

"This..."

Ruan Feifeng trembled all over, letting out hysterical screams. She reached orgasm under the manipulation of the two savage women, and the women swallowed every drop of her gushing vaginal fluid, not wasting a single drop. They even inserted their tongues into Ruan Feifeng's vagina, stirring and consuming the mixture of vaginal fluid and vaginal discharge.

Completely exhausted, Ruan Feifeng relayed Yang Zhuihui's words to them haltingly.

Upon hearing Ruan Feifeng's words, the two savage women simultaneously turned their gaze to Yang Zhuihui's erection, their smiles utterly lewd.

One of the women approached Yang Zhuihui, ripped off his belt, and quickly pulled out his enormous penis.

Upon seeing this penis, larger than they had imagined, both women gasped in amazement. The woman who had been pinching Ruan Feifeng's nipples immediately ran over, staring at Yang Zhuihui's large penis with extreme lust.

The two men chatted for a while, one of them then took Yang Zhuihui's penis into his mouth and sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing out. The other untied the tiger-skin skirt covering the woman who was giving him oral sex, pulled off her shorts underneath, and stroked her buttocks. Like a dog, he pressed his face against the woman's cleft, his nimble tongue licking along the flesh, occasionally licking her anus.

"Young Master Yang, you should be prepared, they will take turns doing 'that' with you,"

Ruan Feifeng said, her legs still trembling. The itching from her vagina was causing her unbearable pain. She even wished that she were the one giving Yang Zhuihui oral sex, at least that would alleviate this unprecedented sexual hunger.

Looking at the savage woman who resembled a dog, Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "I won't repeat Lu Bing's mistakes. I'll make them taste death. Mother-in-law, remember to obey my orders."

Although unaware of Yang Zhuihui's plan, Ruan Feifeng nodded. Her vulva opened and closed repeatedly, occasionally releasing glistening vaginal fluid.

After a while, the savage woman spat out the wet penis. The other woman stood up, licking her lips, her eyes filled with lust as she looked at Yang Zhuihui's trembling penis.

The savage woman hooked her arms around Yang Zhuihui's neck, staring at his face as if in submission. Her other hand rubbed her private parts with great force, two fingers digging into her flesh. Then she used that hand to manipulate Yang Zhuihui's penis, smearing it with her own vaginal fluid. It seemed she knew that Yang Zhuihui's penis was too large, and that inserting it rashly would be fatal.

A moment later, like a sloth, she hooked one leg around Yang Zhuihui's waist, grabbed his penis, and pressed it against her vulva, about to slowly insert it. But Yang Zhuihui thrust his hips forcefully, causing his penis to penetrate instantly.

"Oh..."

Filled with his large penis, the wild woman arched back in pleasure, her legs slamming together, pushing the remaining part of his penis inside. Her vulva was completely stretched open into an O-shape, the flesh inside undulating and stimulating Yang Zhuihui's large penis.

"Mmm..."

She hooked both arms around Yang Zhuihui's neck, and began to shake her hips vigorously like a bitch in heat, constantly emitting melodious moans, her eyes becoming exceptionally glazed.

Looking at this wild woman, Yang Zhuihui would occasionally thrust his hips against her clitoris, wanting only to bring her to orgasm quickly. His eyes weren't fixed on her swaying breasts, but rather on her abdomen.

While being raped, Yang Zhuihui tried to reach forward with his left hand, attempting to touch the savage woman's abdomen, but the chains were too tight, and he couldn't achieve his goal. Yang Zhuihui could only cry out, "Mother-in-law, tell her to release one of my hands, and I'll give her even greater pleasure."

Hearing the slapping sounds of the savage woman and Yang Zhuihui's genitals colliding, Ruan Feifeng was somewhat dazed until Yang Zhuihui reminded her again. She then snapped out of her daze, her already flushed face turning an even deeper blush, and relayed Yang Zhuihui's words to the savage woman.

The savage woman swayed as she spoke to another savage woman, who then released Yang Zhuihui's left hand.

With his left hand free, Yang Zhuihui cupped the female savage's buttocks and began to actively penetrate her, causing her to moan and groan, her juices flowing freely. The other female savage was equally excited, fiddling with her own vulva, watching their intense intercourse with eager anticipation, hoping it would be her turn soon.

Bewitched by the lustful spell, Ruan Feifeng was conflicted by this lewd scene. On one hand, she wanted to suppress her lust, which was about to completely break down her defenses; on the other hand, she wanted Yang Zhuihui's large penis to fill her empty vulva. She also worried that Yang Zhuihui might follow in Lu Bing's footsteps. Feeling that her future was bleak, Ruan Feifeng almost wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide. If any man other than Yang Zhuihui saw her body, she would definitely bite her tongue to prove her innocence. Seeing that the female savage was about to climax, Yang Zhuihui quickly pressed his acupoints at Tanzhong and Jiuwei, and then swiftly pressed the four Man acupoints on the female savage's abdomen.

It turned out that Yang Zhuihui wanted to use the female savage's body to cultivate the "Sucking Yin Heart Technique." The moment he pressed the female savage's four acupoints, she reached her climax. She intended to have another companion take over, taking turns raping Yang Zhuihui. However, an unexpected event occurred. The first wave of vaginal fluid gushed out, and the climax should have been nearing its end, but her cervix opened very wide, and a second wave of vaginal fluid followed, then a third, a fourth, a fifth…

"Ah!"

The female savage's moans were mixed with fear; her face turned deathly pale. Her anticipation of the climax had completely turned into the beginning of a nightmare.

Chapter 147, The Young Master's Mischief

. Another female savage, completely unaware of what was happening, was screaming incoherently.

Yang Zhuihui tightly held the female savage's waist, preventing her from breaking free. While thrusting, he said to Ruan Feifeng, "Tell her that if she doesn't let me go, I'll fuck her to death!"

Ruan Feifeng had no choice but to translate his words to the other female savage.

The female savage looked at her companion, who was convulsing from the continuous climax, covering her mouth with both hands, her legs trembling.

“Tell her again that I am a god, who punishes promiscuous women. If she disobeys my orders, I will make her suffer this torment as well.”

Sensing that the savage woman was barely breathing, Yang Zhuihui pushed her away.

The savage woman fell to the ground, convulsing, her eyes unfocused, her vulva wide open, continuously gushing out vaginal fluid, splattering it all over the ground.

Seeing this, the savage woman who had not yet received Yang Zhuihui's baptism hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, and speaking in a language that Yang Zhuihui could not understand at all.

“She said she would listen to you in everything, that you are her god, hehe.”

Ruan Feifeng's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed. If she had known that having sex with Yang Zhuihui carried the risk of dying from continuous orgasms, she would never have tried it recklessly.

Yang Zhuihui took a deep breath, channeling the essence he had absorbed from the savage woman into his dantian. Although a poisonous Gu was still causing trouble in his throat, it didn't hinder the absorption of essence; it just prevented him from gathering it. Most of the essence dispersed into his meridians as soon as it reached his dantian. Even so, Yang Zhuihui's body had almost fully recovered, and his eyes blazed with a dazzling light.

"Release us,"

Yang Zhuihui said arrogantly, but his face suddenly turned pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He quickly licked it clean, putting on an air of superiority.

Ruan Feifeng translated Yang Zhuihui's words to the savage woman. After hearing them, the savage woman hesitated. Yang Zhuihui roared, and the savage woman had no choice but to untie both of their chains.

"Ouch!"

Ruan Feifeng cried out and threw herself into Yang Zhuihui's arms, her swollen vulva pressed against his glans.

Ruan Feifeng blushed, wanting to push Yang Zhuihui away, but her mind was bewitched by the lustful potion, and she was unwilling to let go for a long time, hoping that Yang Zhuihui would possess her now.

"Mother-in-law."

Yang Zhuihui lifted Ruan Feifeng's chin and smiled, "Tell me how to save you."

"With me...with me..."

Ruan Feifeng lowered her head, but saw Yang Zhuihui's erect penis, and her hand involuntarily grasped it, gently stroking it, her lower body pressing against Yang Zhuihui.

"And then?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, his hand kneading her breasts, which seemed to be filled with water, and her nipples hardened even more, and Ruan Feifeng let out an uncontrollable moan.

"Just shoot inside..."

The sound, like a mosquito swatting its wings, made Yang Zhuihui's heart heat up, and his penis bounced several times, grinding against Ruan Feifeng, making her feel very comfortable. She just wanted Yang Zhuihui to insert it quickly, and under the bewitching influence of the lustful potion, Ruan Feifeng took the initiative to press Yang Zhuihui's penis towards her honey hole.

Seeing Ruan Feifeng's initiative, Yang Zhuihui laughed, "Actually, it's quite nice for a woman to be a little seductive sometimes."

Ruan Feifeng didn't answer Yang Zhuihui, but continued to push the penis deeper into her vagina, pressing her upper body against Yang Zhuihui's firm chest, rubbing up and down, the friction of her nipples exciting her.

Yang Zhuihui kissed Ruan Feifeng's forehead and said gently, "Mother-in-law, it's already inside. You're so hot and wet inside, so much water." With

most of the penis inside, Ruan Feifeng was very satisfied. She hugged Yang Zhuihui tightly, closed her eyes and enjoyed it, murmuring, "Don't call me mother-in-law, our relationship is no longer mother-in-law and son-in-law. Call me Xiaofeng or Feng'er, okay?"

As she spoke, she actively swayed her body, enjoying the pleasure of the glans hitting her flesh, but the movements were slow, as the standing position made it difficult for her to exert force.

Yang Zhuihui lifted Ruan Feifeng's hair and laughed, "I still think 'mother-in-law' sounds better."

"Don't be like that!"

Ruan Feifeng said reproachfully.

"Okay, okay, okay, Feng'er, is that alright?"

Yang Zhuihui pinched Ruan Feifeng's cheek.

"Mmm..."

Ruan Feifeng hugged Yang Zhuihui tightly and murmured, "When you enter my body, I become much more awake. Hurry up and ejaculate. We need to leave here immediately. We can't delay any longer. If Amur comes in, we won't be able to leave."

"Understood, Mother-in-law, I..."

"Wrong!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. It was my dear Feng'er, Mother-in-law..."

"Mmm!"

"Mother...hehe..."

"You're so naughty!"

Ruan Feifeng bit Yang Zhuihui's shoulder.

"I'll make you feel good. Hold me tight."

Yang Zhuihui pulled up Ruan Feifeng's legs and made them clamp around his waist, pressing her entire body against the iron pillar. In this way, Ruan Feifeng was suspended in the air. The illusion of landing made her clamp her waist tightly around Yang Zhuihui, making her honey hole even tighter, and Yang Zhuihui began to slowly thrust.

After just a couple of thrusts, her wet honey hole gushed out several streams of lustful juice. Yang Zhuihui was no longer gentle and began to thrust vigorously.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Ruan Feifeng cried out with abandon. Stimulated by the aphrodisiac, her lust was at its peak, and the hot penis was melting that lust, making her honey hole seem to be ignited. The layers of fleshy flesh kept sucking on the bulging penis, bringing the two of them supreme pleasure.

Before twenty thrusts, Ruan Feifeng climaxed. This was not surprising, as her body had been in the most sensitive stage.

Streams of vaginal fluid gushed out, and Yang Zhuihui held Ruan Feifeng's two fleshy buttocks, plowing Ruan Feifeng's fertile soil like a rutting lion.

"Young Master Yang...uh...slower...I can't take it..."

"It's okay, I'm about to cum."

Yang Zhuihui thrust hard a few more times, feeling that he could not hold back his ejaculation, so he pressed Ruan Feifeng tightly, opened his mouth and nibbled at her breasts, and his semen spurted into her uterus, making Ruan Feifeng almost climax again.

"Young Master Yang...it's so hot...I'm going to die..."

After all the semen was ejaculated inside, the aphrodisiac poison in Ruan Feifeng's body was gradually neutralized, and her reason overcame her lust. Looking at Yang Zhuihui, who was like a child, Ruan Feifeng smiled sweetly, hugged his head and pressed it between her breasts, and said, "I will always be your Feng'er."

"Then don't you want Xu Jie anymore?"

Yang Zhuihui provoked.

Ruan Feifeng's body trembled, and she said, "Don't you want me anymore?"

Yang Zhuihui kissed her breast and said, "Until the mountains crumble and the heavens and earth unite, I will never part from you."

"I don't want any title or status. My body is dirty."

Yang Zhuihui didn't think so. He didn't know how great it would be to cuckold Xu Jie.

"Are you rested?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, his limp penis sliding out of her honey hole. The glans made a muffled sound as it separated from her tightly gripping labia. Both of them couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Zhuihui had the female savage open the cell door, then knocked her unconscious with a single blow. He watched as Ruan Feifeng awkwardly dressed. Because her undergarment was too dirty, Ruan Feifeng crumpled it up and tossed it in a corner, then put on a high-collared inner garment, a plum blossom-collared jacket, and a light blue horse-face skirt.

When Ruan Feifeng learned that Yang Zhuihui had a poisonous Gu in her throat, she quickly grabbed his hand and led him outside, sneaking along the grass beside the prison towards her house.

Yang Zhuihui crouched down, letting Ruan Feifeng ride on his neck as they climbed through the back window of the house, then jumped inside.

"The Gu furnace is still there, thank you Guanyin Bodhisattva,"

Ruan Feifeng said, clutching her chest with a bright smile.

"What do we do now?"

"We must first kill the poisonous Gu in your mouth, otherwise you'll be forever controlled by it, and you might even lose your life. I don't want that to happen."

Ruan Feifeng blinked, having already removed the golden Gu. "Open your mouth."

"It feels disgusting,"

Yang Zhuihui said disdainfully.

"Fighting poison with poison, only this method can save you. If something happens to you, what will happen to Miss Xia Yao in heaven... Let's not talk about that. Quickly open your mouth, and remember, don't bite my golden Gu. This is the culmination of my fifteen years of hard work, my precious treasure."

"Am I more important or is it?"

Yang Zhuihui asked with a wicked smile.

"It's a Gu, you're a human, you can't be compared."

Ruan Feifeng punched Yang Zhuihui's chest and said, "Open your mouth obediently, don't be naughty."

"Yes, Mother-in-law."

"You're calling me that again."

"Feng'er, my good Feng'er."

Yang Zhuihui put his arm around the mature woman's slender waist, his smile somewhat wicked.

"Hmm, Young Master Yang is right like that."

"Don't you think calling me Young Master Yang is too formal?"

Yang Zhuihui retorted.

"Then what should I call you?"

"Husband."

"Husband?"

"Yes!"

"No, I'll still call you Young Master Yang. Feng'er's body isn't clean; she doesn't have that kind of luck."

Ruan Feifeng said softly.

"You're a witch doctor. If you stay by my side, I won't be afraid of any witchcraft anymore . I should say that I, Yang Zhuihui, am blessed to have a woman like you in my past life, understand?"

Faced with Yang Zhuihui's sweet words, Ruan Feifeng remained silent, but her heart was filled with joy, and her emotions were stirred by Yang Zhuihui.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui lifted Ruan Feifeng's chin and said with a smile, "Your face is red again, but it was even redder when we were doing it."

"Don't make fun of me!"

Ruan Feifeng glared at Yang Zhuihui and said seriously, "Young Master Yang, open your mouth obediently, or that poisonous Gu will crawl into your brain."

Threatened like this, Yang Zhuihui quickly opened his mouth.

"Stick out your tongue."

After Yang Zhuihui stuck out his tongue, Ruan Feifeng placed the golden gu on it. The gu slowly crawled into his mouth, sending chills down Yang Zhuihui's spine.

In modern times, Yang Zhuihui would have stomped on a caterpillar at the sight of it, but now, to survive, he had no choice but to let this plump thing crawl into his mouth. He could feel the golden gu touching his throat, making him almost jump up, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Ruan Feifeng looked at the terrified Yang Zhuihui and laughed, "In our tribe, even savages are proud to have a golden gu enter their bodies. Young Master Yang is truly blessed but doesn't know it."

Yang Zhuihui wanted to retort to Ruan Feifeng, but he was afraid of accidentally swallowing the golden gu, so he could only helplessly keep his mouth open, tears welling up in his eyes.

Although he couldn't see the golden gu, Yang Zhuihui could feel it had reached his Adam's apple and was wriggling there. Waves of pain made him break out in a cold sweat, yet he had to maintain steady breathing. He felt like a pregnant woman, constantly nauseous, his clenched fists soaked with sweat.

After a moment, the pain in Yang Zhuihui's throat lessened somewhat; he felt as if saliva was stuck there, and he wanted to swallow.

When he felt the golden gu crawling out, he couldn't hold back any longer and gagged, spitting out the poor gu. Luckily, Ruan Feifeng caught it, otherwise it would have definitely fallen to the ground and died.

"How are you feeling now?"

Ruan Feifeng asked.

Yang Zhuihui coughed a few times, still feeling something in his mouth. He wiped his mouth and said, "At least I don't want to vomit anymore."

"That's not what I'm asking."

Ruan Feifeng had already put the golden Gu into the Gu furnace. "Has your power recovered?"

Yang Zhuihui tried to circulate his energy, and a surge of true qi easily gathered in his dantian, making him feel much more relaxed. He then hugged Ruan Feifeng and said with delight, "I'm really better now."

"You'll hurt me."

Ruan Feifeng quickly pushed Yang Zhuihui away and said, "My body is very fragile."

Chapter 148, Flying for Fun

"I'm just too excited."

Yang Zhuihui made a face and said, "I'll be very gentle with you from now on, don't worry."

"I can't tell."

Ruan Feifeng rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui, smiled very sweetly, and flicked Yang Zhuihui's forehead, saying, "Now is not the time for empty talk. We have very important things to do. We can't let Miss Xia Yao die in vain. We must avenge her. Amur has disappointed me too much. I should also put righteousness before family."

"Does Feng'er have some magic weapon to subdue them?"

Yang Zhuihui asked excitedly.

"Yes."

"Where? Let me see."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui's hands continued to grope Ruan Feifeng's body, making Ruan Feifeng's entire face turn red.

"It's not on my body."

Ruan Feifeng quickly pushed Yang Zhuihui's hands away. If he continued to touch her, Ruan Feifeng was really worried that she would get wet down there again.

"Where is it?"

Ruan Feifeng touched her lips, her eyes alluring, and said, "Far away, yet right before my eyes."

"Is it the Golden Gu?"

"Never mind, I won't tease Young Master Yang anymore. My magic weapon is Young Master Yang."

"Me?"

Yang Zhuihui pointed to his nose and chuckled dryly, "Then you might as well say it's that thing down there."

"Would Young Master Yang use that thing to... stab Amur and the Witch King?"

Yang Zhuihui shook his head vigorously and said, "I don't have that kind of 'sexual' interest yet."

"I know Young Master Yang is highly skilled in martial arts, but getting close to Amur or the Witch King is still a bit difficult. Young Master Yang is from the Central Plains and has little contact with poisons and Gu, so it's easy for him to be poisoned. It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark."

"I am indeed very afraid of poisons and Gu. I can be poisoned without even realizing it, and once it takes effect, I can't do anything."

“So we can only fight fire with fire. We must find another way to obtain snake gu and use it to control Amur and the Witch King. Once they are subdued, the others will submit,”

Ruan Feifeng said with a smile.

Yang Zhuihui frowned and asked, “Are we going to the Gu Well again?”

“In the Wild Jurchen tribe, there are no more than ten witch guards, and their duty is to guard the Gu Well. Of course, there is more than one Gu Well. Go south, about four miles away, there is a Gu Valley. There is snake gu there, but the tribesmen never dare to enter the Gu Valley. It is a forbidden area of the Wild Jurchen tribe. There are six witch guards at the entrance. Perhaps we can get snake gu from there.”

After hearing Ruan Feifeng’s words, the usually frivolous Yang Zhuihui’s face turned serious. He asked, “Why is it considered a forbidden area?”

“I heard there is a kind of ice gu there, which is very terrifying.”

Ruan Feifeng took Yang Zhuihui’s hand and said, “If it really doesn’t work, Young Master Yang, don’t go back to the Central Plains. Find a place to stay and don’t get involved in the conflicts of the martial world and the court.”

Yang Zhuihui felt that Ruan Feifeng's thoughts were somewhat similar to Wu Sanniang's, perhaps because they had both experienced too much. He embraced Ruan Feifeng's delicate body, which exuded a faint fragrance, and said, "I still have too many things to accomplish. I have no right to enjoy peace. Don't worry, peaceful days will come eventually. Perhaps then you can reunite with Qing'er."

"That won't do. I'd rather she think that I, her mother, am dead than have her know about my affair with Young Master Yang,"

Ruan Feifeng hurriedly said.

"What if Qing'er wants you to be with me?"

"Impossible."

Ruan Feifeng shook her head and said, "No matter how open-minded I am, I would never agree to a mother and daughter sharing a husband."

"Then we'll talk about it later. Let's go to Gu Valley first; we can't delay any longer."

"Young Master Yang is truly a righteous man. It's a blessing from my past life that Feng'er can serve you,"

Ruan Feifeng smiled.

"Remember what you said, you'd serve me for life."

"Feng'er knows, let's go, we can't delay any longer."

Reaching the window, Yang Zhuihui, without a word, swept Ruan Feifeng up in his arms. Amid her gasp, Yang Zhuihui leaped into the air, flying out the window. His toes touched the branches a few times, and he was already a hundred feet away.

Having not used Eagle Soaring Through the Sky for so long, and having gained considerable power through the "Sucking Yin Heart Technique," Yang Zhuihui flew exceptionally smoothly, like a swallow soaring south.

"Too high... ah... Young Master Yang... I'm afraid I'll fall..."

Ruan Feifeng, who had never left the ground before, was terrified, her face pale. She clung tightly to Yang Zhuihui, and every time she looked down, she let out a scream, the sound even louder than when she reached her climax.

Because they were flying so fast, the wind kept battering Ruan Feifeng's clothes, causing them to open and reveal her breasts. Her red bodice had been thrown into the cell, so naturally, there was no bodice to cover her beautiful breasts.

“Young Master Yang… this won’t do…”

Ruan Feifeng’s breasts trembled with her rapid breathing.

Yang Zhuihui ignored Ruan Feifeng, staring at the sight of her chest as he flew forward. His distracted state caused him to fly poorly, almost crashing into a towering pine tree.

Unable to conceal her ample bosom, Ruan Feifeng glared at Yang Zhuihui and said, “Be serious, I don’t want to fall to the ground.”

“I won’t.”

Yang Zhuihui suddenly leaned down and kissed Ruan Feifeng’s cleavage, his tongue tracing the peak of one breast, where a cherry awaited his taste.

“Watch out!”

Ruan Feifeng cried out.

Yang Zhuihui quickly looked up, only to find another pine tree blocking his path. He swerved to the side, flying past the tree, but his shoulder bumped into it, making him wince in pain.

“See if you dare to do that again!”

Ruan Feifeng glared at Yang Zhuihui.

"I'd die for you,"

Yang Zhuihui teased, gazing ahead at a waterfall. Before him lay a nearly still stream, devoid of any vegetation or animals, its banks barren and yellow.

Ruan Feifeng followed Yang Zhuihui's gaze and said, "The Gu Valley is hidden behind the waterfall."

"What a deathly place,"

Yang Zhuihui remarked, already descending to the bank.

After landing, Ruan Feifeng quickly straightened her clothes and said, "The poisonous gas from the Gu Gu has overflowed from the Gu Valley, killing all the fish in this river, and even affecting the plants."

"Are the witch guards hiding behind the waterfall?"

"Probably. I've never been here before and don't know much about it; I only know this place exists."

"Since we're here, we can't leave empty-handed. Let's go."

"Wait!"

Ruan Feifeng called out, "I forgot to bring the Gu Furnace. I forgot it when you picked me up. Without the Gu Furnace, we'll be courting death."

"Then wait for me here. I'll go back and get it now."

"Be careful."

Yang Zhuihui smiled and flew away, disappearing from Ruan Feifeng's sight after a few kicks.

Before Yang Zhuihui even reached the tribe, he saw Amur leading a dozen witch guards towards the Gu Valley. It seemed Amur had guessed their whereabouts. Seeing this, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to speed up.

Jumping into Ruan Feifeng's room, seeing that the Gu Furnace was intact, Yang Zhuihui breathed a sigh of relief, picked it up, and flew towards the Gu Valley.

After Yang Zhuihui landed, Ruan Feifeng emerged from her hiding place, picked up the Gu Furnace, and said with relief, "Luckily you're strong, otherwise it would have taken you ages to get a Gu Furnace."

"If I weren't strong, I wouldn't have survived this long."

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui continued, "Amur is leading the Witch Guards this way."

"It's alright, they definitely wouldn't dare enter Gu Valley,"

Ruan Feifeng said firmly.

"But we still need to be aware of the danger."

Yang Zhuihui looked at the waterfall, then thought of the Heavenly Immortal Spring on Ruoxian Island, and even more so of the three chicks who had sacrificed themselves for him. He wondered if they had woken up yet. Yang Zhuihui only hoped they would wake up soon, otherwise this heartache would never be cured.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui lost in thought, Ruan Feifeng asked, "Young Master Yang, what's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "I was thinking of an old friend, hehe, it's nothing, let's go."

To determine the location of the Witch Guards, Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng did not proceed along the shore, but instead walked into the grass and moved slowly forward.

Upon reaching the deep pool near the waterfall, Yang Zhuihui saw six female witch guards indeed behind it. Four were standing, and the other two were sitting cross-legged, chatting amongst themselves, though their voices were drowned out by the sound of the waterfall cascading into the pool.

Behind them was a cave about ten feet high and five feet wide.

“Young Master Yang, I will lead them away. You should enter the Gu Valley first, but don’t go too deep. I’m afraid you might encounter the Ice Gu.”

“I can’t let you take the risk.”

“They’ve been guarding here all along and won’t know what’s happening in the tribe, so they’ll mistake me for a witch doctor and won’t suspect anything.”

Ruan Feifeng smiled, and before Yang Zhuihui could speak, she had already started to walk away.

Yang Zhuihui quickly grabbed Ruan Feifeng’s hand, saying, “Take care of yourself. You’re going to serve me for the rest of your life!”

Ruan Feifeng rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and scolded, “Young Master Yang, how come you only know this kind of thing?”

“Because I feel very comfortable with you,”

Yang Zhuihui teased.

Ruan Feifeng blushed and quickly pulled away from Yang Zhuihui's hand, saying, "This servant will take good care of myself, and please take care, Young Master Yang."

"Take care."

After Yang Zhuihui released her hand, Ruan Feifeng walked straight towards the entrance, while Yang Zhuihui waited for an opportunity to act.

Seeing the witch doctor arrive, the witch guards quickly lined up, appearing very humble. Ruan Feifeng smiled and chatted with them.

After a while, Ruan Feifeng, citing the appearance of a large number of poisonous Gu on the shore, asked the witch guards to go and investigate.

Upon hearing this, the witch guards were frightened. If a large number of poisonous Gu had escaped from Gu Valley, they might be punished by the Witch King, so four witch guards hurriedly went to investigate.

A moment later, Ruan Feifeng sent two more witch guards away, instructing them to go to the other side to investigate, while she would guard the entrance for them.

This was the witch doctor's order, so they naturally didn't hesitate and left.

Having successfully distracted the six witch guards, Ruan Feifeng beckoned with her finger, and Yang Zhuihui rushed towards the entrance. Before the witch guards could react, he had already grabbed Ruan Feifeng's hand and run into the Gu Valley.

At the same time, Amur's witch guards also arrived at the shore.

Upon seeing Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng enter the Gu Valley, Amur, whose head was wrapped in a cloth, widened his eyes and roared, "Those stupid women are worse than dogs! They can't even guard the gate! We must punish them severely when we get back!"

Amur had intended to stop them before they reached the Gu Valley, but things didn't go as planned. Faced with the Gu Valley exuding an aura of death, Amur dared not enter, so he could only order his men to guard the entrance and wait for them to come to him. The entrance resembled a door, and on the other side of the door was a desolate land, covered with yellow sand. On both sides were sloping, loose sand layers twenty or thirty feet high, with traces of rainwater flowing over them, like green snakes crawling across them. There were countless caves of varying sizes in the sand layers, the largest being about six feet in diameter, and the smallest only the size of a little finger.

To Yang Zhuihui's surprise, despite the loess plateaus on both sides, the straight path in front of him was incredibly muddy, riddled with countless puddles of unknown depth.

Ruan Feifeng gasped, "This is the first time I've seen so many poisonous gu! It's terrifying!"

"Where?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Ruan Feifeng pointed to the caves, saying, "The poisonous gu usually hide inside. Young Master Yang, count how many there are."

"I thought they were all washed out by the water. Are these all places where the poisonous gu live?"

Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but ask.

Chapter 149, Ice Gu

"Actually, there aren't that many, because poisonous Gu often devour each other. If there's a very powerful poisonous Gu here, then the weaker ones will be eaten by it. This can continue for years or even decades, until only that one poisonous Gu remains."

After a pause, Ruan Feifeng added, "Like the legendary Ice Gu, it's definitely the king of poisonous Gu. I really hope it's just a legend and we don't encounter it here."

"According to your guess, if there really is an Ice Gu, then wouldn't all the Snake Gu have been eaten?"

Yang Zhuihui asked rhetorically.

"So I hope my guess is wrong."

Ruan Feifeng glanced back at the entrance and said, "I'm afraid Amur and the others will rush in, so we must go further away."

"Try not to step into the puddles. Some of them might be bottomless pits, definitely deeper than where Feng'er is."

"You're teasing me again!"

Ruan Feifeng rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, pulling Ruan Feifeng's hand and moving forward, taking each step very carefully. He was really afraid that these puddles would be like swamps, and if he fell in, he would be swallowed whole.

The journey of a hundred steps took them half an hour, demonstrating the terrifying nature of this place. They not only had to avoid slipping into puddles, but also guard against suddenly appearing poisonous Gu. However, they hadn't seen a single Gu yet. Yang Zhuihui, of course, hoped so; he now had a fear of Gu. Ruan Feifeng, on the other hand, hoped to encounter some, otherwise her worries would only intensify.

This was Gu Valley; it was normal for various poisonous Gu to appear here. The absence of any meant many Gu had been consumed by highly aggressive ones.

"Here it is,"

Ruan Feifeng stopped, turning the Gu furnace, taking out two Gu eggs, and carefully placing them on the ground. "I really hope to see a snake Gu; I'd be willing to be bitten a few times."

Yang Zhuihui gazed at the desolate surroundings and said, "No poisonous Gu has appeared yet."

"This means there's a high possibility a very powerful poisonous Gu is hidden here, like an ice Gu."

"That's just a legend; don't worry about it so much,"

Yang Zhuihui reassured her, but he was also a little uneasy, looking at the caves, hoping a snake Gu would crawl out.

After waiting for a full quarter of an hour, there was still no movement around them. Even the sound of the wind passing through the valley was exceptionally clear. Ruan Feifeng's skirt danced in the wind, occasionally revealing her two white and tender thighs, her bound feet encased in red cloth shoes.

After another quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui could no longer contain himself and said, "It seems there really isn't any snake gu here."

"This is truly not a good omen."

"There are six witch guards here, and there were two at the previous gu well. So, is there another gu well somewhere guarded by the last two witch guards?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“Yes, there is.”

“Then we can go there to find snake gu.”

“But there are only young gu there. Even if there are young snake gu, it will take several months to grow into adults. Do we have that time to wait?”

Ruan Feifeng turned to look at Yang Zhuihui. Feeling a little sad, she leaned against Yang Zhuihui’s chest and sobbed, murmuring, “What can we do? Without snake gu, I cannot fulfill Young Master Yang’s request.”

“Feng’er, why are you acting like a child?”

Yang Zhuihui ran his fingers through Ruan Feifeng’s hair and said, “It’s nothing serious. Anyway, I can flatten all of them.”

“I just feel that I’m useless.”

“You are a witch doctor, you have saved many lives, haven’t you?”

“Young Master Yang, please don’t comfort me. I really am useless.”

Yang Zhuihui wanted to continue comforting Ruan Feifeng, but felt a chill and quickly asked, “Feng’er, do you feel…”

"Ice Gu!"

Ruan Feifeng exclaimed, turning her head hurriedly. "It seems the legends are true. There really is an Ice Gu here. We can't stay here any longer. I'm afraid it will even swallow people!"

Yang Zhuihui was about to speak when he saw the puddle in front of them freeze instantly and spread rapidly. He could hear the faint sound of the water freezing, like bones breaking.

"Hurry!"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Ruan Feifeng's hand and tried to run back, but the water behind them had also frozen, emitting gusts of cold air.

The sun was blazing overhead, but the ground beneath their feet was a layer of ice that exuded a chilling cold.

"It's better if it paves a path for us!"

Yang Zhuihui reassured himself and took off running. Seeing that Ruan Feifeng couldn't pull herself up, Yang Zhuihui simply picked her up and ran. He would rather be infected with the Gu by Amur than die at the hands of the Ice Gu.

After running less than ten steps, Yang Zhuihui stopped abruptly and saw a huge insect-shaped ice monster sliding down the slope. Rocks rolled down in front of it, smashing the ice and cracking it.

This ice gu was twenty feet long, completely transparent, with sharp, icicle-like spikes running along its back. As it

writhed, these spikes collided, producing an extremely piercing sound. When it opened its mouth, it spewed out bursts of icy air; its upper and lower jaws were filled with sharp teeth twice the length of a thumb, emitting a sound like a baby's cry.

It was very close to the entrance, so the shaman guards saw it clearly, and were terrified, prostrating themselves on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

Amur, outside the valley, had always believed that ice gu only existed in legends, completely unaware of its existence. He too was terrified, his legs going weak, and he felt the air suddenly turn cold, almost freezing him.

Amur exhaled the cold air, knowing this was no place to linger. He ordered the shaman guards to return to the tribe with him, but forbade the other six shaman guards from going back. He even hoped they would be eaten by the ice gu as punishment for their negligence.

"We're blocked by it,"

Yang said regretfully.

"This is the first time I've seen such a large gu. I wonder how many gu it ate to become this big."

Ruan Feifeng trembled uncontrollably; the temperature was nearing freezing, it would be strange if her delicate skin didn't freeze.

Looking at the slowly wriggling ice gu, Yang Zhuihui clenched his fist and said, "It's just a fat worm; I can rip its intestines out with one hand."

"This is an ice gu, the king of all gu; its body is probably full of toxins."

Ruan Feifeng turned on the gu furnace and saw the golden gu trembling. She said, "Even the golden gu is afraid; we absolutely cannot confront it head-on."

"Let's go."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Ruan Feifeng's delicate body tightly and ran towards the depths of the gu valley. They couldn't fight it head-on; they could only take it one step at a time.

As Yang Zhuihui ran, the ice gu opened its mouth, emitting a baby-like cry, and increased its wriggling speed, closing in on Yang Zhuihui.

At the entrance, a witch guard, seeing the ice gu, actually wet her pants; urine dripped down her inner thighs onto the ground, making her shiver from the cold.

At this moment, Xia Yao, like a ghost, sat on a tree looking at the entrance to the Gu Valley, muttering to herself, "I really don't know how terrifying the Ice Gu is. And what about you?"

A completely black butterfly crawled on the back of Xia Yao's hand—no, not a butterfly, but a scorpion with butterfly wings. A black stripe also appeared on the back of her hand, with finer markings branching out like butterfly antennae, extending all the way to her sleeve. Her delicate body swayed slightly, her clothes slipped down, revealing black markings on her exposed shoulders. Her eyes became extremely cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Xia Yao had clearly fallen into the Gu Well; could this woman not be Xia Yao?

Meanwhile, inside the Gu Valley, Yang Zhuihui was running frantically with Ruan Feifeng in his arms. The Ice Gu, seemingly clumsy, was relentlessly pursuing them, using the smooth ice surface to slide, so Yang Zhuihui couldn't shake it off at all.

Compared to the Ice Gu, Yang Zhuihui, wearing boots, was obviously running very slowly, almost slipping several times. Out of breath, Yang Zhuihui finally couldn't take it anymore. He turned around and looked at the Ice Gu, shouting, "I'm not a deserter anymore!"

Shivering from the cold, Ruan Feifeng stroked Yang Zhuihui's cheek and said, "It seems that both I and Young Master Yang are going to die here today. It's all my fault. If I hadn't sent Young Master Yang to the Gu Valley to find the Snake Gu, this wouldn't have happened."

"Now is not the time for self-blame. We need to find a way to kill this disgusting insect!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

Strangely, as soon as Yang Zhuihui stopped, the Ice Gu also stopped, lying there watching them.

"We can't defeat the Ice Gu,"

Ruan Feifeng shook her head.

"We can't get close to it. What should we do?"

Yang Zhuihui bit his lip, thinking about how to defeat the Ice Gu.

Yang Zhuihui didn't dare approach ordinary poisonous Gu; even a poisonous Gu the size of a finger could subdue him. Now this Ice Gu was enormous, and the king of all Gu. Even if Yang Zhuihui had a thousand lives, he wouldn't dare approach it easily, fearing an inexplicable death.

Yang Zhuihui sneezed incessantly, exhaling white breath. After standing for only a moment, he felt the sweat pouring down his body almost freeze. He slowly retreated, still keeping a close eye on the Ice Gu.

This Ice Gu was very strange. It seemed to regard Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng as its prey, showing no signs of attacking. Instead, it maintained a certain distance from them, occasionally raising its plump tail and tapping the ice surface, appearing very excited.

After retreating more than a hundred steps, Ruan Feifeng suddenly called out, "Young Master Yang, we can crawl into that!"

Looking in the direction of the voice, Yang Zhuihui saw a cave large enough for one person to crawl into, but one that the Ice Gu definitely couldn't fit into. Yang Zhuihui put Ruan Feifeng down and said, "You go in first, I'll wait a bit."

Ruan Feifeng's legs were almost numb from the cold. She stamped her feet, grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand, and breathed on his palm, saying, "I'll go in first, Young Master Yang, please come in quickly too. If the Ice Gu goes berserk, I don't know what might happen."

"I'm not good at much else, but I'm best at escaping, don't worry."

Seeing that Ruan Feifeng had already entered the cave, Yang Zhuihui felt slightly relieved.

As a man, the most basic thing is to protect his woman.

After a moment, Ruan Feifeng poked her head out of the cave and called out, "Young Master Yang, it's very big in there, please come in quickly!"

At this time, Yang Zhuihui had already retreated to the front of the cave. Looking at the Ice Gu, which was no longer wriggling, he smiled coldly and bent down to crawl inside.

The Ice Gu cried like a baby, and its heavy body suddenly rushed towards Yang Zhuihui like a wave, shooting out icy breath.

"Damn it!"

The moment his foot entered the cave, Yang Zhuihui felt his legs go numb from the cold. He tried to stand but couldn't muster any strength. With Ruan Feifeng's help, he moved to the side, pressing the Futu and Hegu acupoints to seal off the extreme cold trying to invade his body. He then regulated his breathing, sending some of his true energy to the meridians in his thighs; otherwise, his legs would definitely be ruined by the invasion of the cold.

"How are you?"

Ruan Feifeng asked hurriedly.

"I'll heal first."

Yang Zhuihui clenched his palms, continuously sending his condensed true energy down to the meridians of his lower body. While neutralizing the cold, he also lost a lot of true energy. His whole body was soaked in sweat, wisps of blue smoke rising from it.

Ruan Feifeng knew Yang Zhuihui was healing himself, so she didn't dare say anything, only kneeling there watching him, her face full of anxiety.

When Yang Zhuihui finally managed to neutralize the chill that had entered his body, his lips were a little pale. Opening his eyes to look at the cave, he realized it was a completely different world—the entrance was small, but the inside was enormous, about the size of Ruan Feifeng's room, or even larger. There were still many unexplored spaces, and the depths were pitch black, raising concerns about the presence of poisonous Gu.

"Are you alright?"

Ruan Feifeng held Yang Zhuihui's hand.

"I never imagined the chill of the Ice Gu would be so terrifying. If my whole body were sprayed with it, I'd instantly become an ice statue. And this chill is so abnormal; I really don't know what it ate to grow up like this!" Yang

Zhuihui rubbed his thigh, his muscles still aching. "It ate other poisonous Gu to grow up," Ruan Feifeng said seriously. Yang Zhuihui shrugged, took Ruan Feifeng's hand, and laughed, "No matter what, at least we're safe for now." "But we can't leave here; the Ice Gu is guarding outside." Ruan Feifeng, sensitive to the cold, nestled into Yang Zhuihui's arms like a kitten, her eyes half-closed, enjoying his warm, firm embrace. A sense of belonging, inexplicable, warmed her heart. "I can feel it," Yang Zhuihui sneezed, "It's getting colder in here too. It seems that dead worm won't be satisfied until it kills us." Using the light streaming in from the cave entrance, Ruan Feifeng pressed her slender fingers against Yang Zhuihui's lips, saying, "Young Master Yang, your lips are turning blue." "So, are you planning to use your body to replenish my energy?" Yang Zhuihui chuckled. Ruan Feifeng suddenly remembered the savage woman who had been rendered unconscious by Yang Zhuihui, and asked, "Young Master Yang, what happened in the prison? I remember savage women were very strong; they could drive men half to death, but why..." "That means I'm the best of men; no woman can escape my grasp," Yang Zhuihui said with a grin. "But that's too powerful; it could kill someone." "Of course, you have to kill an enemy, but a beauty like you deserves my tenderness. I'll cherish you for a lifetime." Yang Zhuihui hugged Ruan Feifeng tightly, his hands roaming over her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

“I’m an old woman now. In a few years, my face will be covered in wrinkles, and Young Master Yang will definitely despise me then.”

“In my heart, Feng’er, you will always remain in your most mature season, you know?”

Hearing the word “mature,” Ruan Feifeng’s body heated up, and she dared not look at Yang Zhuihui. Her slender fingers slowly slid down to Yang Zhuihui’s chest, and she whispered, “Feng’er is already a withered flower.”

“But it’s still so elastic here.”

As she spoke, Yang Zhuihui reached out and pinched Ruan Feifeng’s fleshy buttocks hard. Ruan Feifeng almost jumped up in pain, and her small fists immediately pounded Yang Zhuihui’s firm chest. She scolded, “To harass a respectable woman in broad daylight, aren’t you afraid of being arrested by the authorities?”

“You are my wife. Is it a crime to harass one’s own wife?”

Yang Zhuihui pinched Ruan Feifeng’s fleshy buttocks again.

Ruan Feifeng looked at Yang Zhuihui seriously and said, "I don't want a title. I just hope you can treat my daughter well. You can't harass her like this."

Thinking of her daughter Xu Yueqing, whom she had been separated from for fifteen years, Ruan Feifeng's eyes dimmed. "When Qing'er and I separated, she still had pigtails. Fifteen years have passed in a flash. I'm afraid I won't recognize her."

"Isn't that even better?"

"Why?"

Yang Zhuihui said with a wicked smile, "Then I can put you and Qing'er in bed together, and she won't know you're her biological mother. Don't you think so?"

"So that's all the wicked thoughts in your head."

Ruan Feifeng glared at Yang Zhuihui and said, "Young Master Yang, I've been intimate with you twice. The first time was because you were poisoned by the Spring Gu, and the second time was because I was poisoned by the Lust Gu. Both times were out of necessity, so neither time was my true self. Perhaps Young Master Yang thinks I'm a promiscuous person, but in fact..."

Before Ruan Feifeng could finish speaking, Yang Zhuihui interrupted, "I've never thought that way. I don't like the feeling of being overly polite, so I sometimes have some little actions, you know?"

"I don't know what to say anymore, hehe. Perhaps I am indeed a wanton woman. There's an old saying: 'A woman should not serve two husbands,' but I've already served two men, and now..."

"Never mind the past, just look at the present. Anyway, you've made up your mind to be with me, haven't you?"

Yang Zhuihui lifted her pointed chin, gazing at this woman with a tragic fate. She was able to survive among the foreign tribes and even become their witch doctor. Just from that point of view, she was already very capable.

"I don't know either, I just feel that Young Master Yang treats me very well."

Ruan Feifeng closed her eyes, not daring to look at Yang Zhuihui.

"I will be good to you for the rest of my life."

Yang Zhuihui leaned down and kissed Ruan Feifeng's thin lips, gently sucking them twice. Ruan Feifeng let out a soft moan, her delicate body pressing even closer to Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui first sucked on her upper lip, then her lower lip. Just as he was about to pry open her pearly teeth with his tongue, a chill rushed into the cave, and he heard the cry of an ice gu infant.

"Damn it! You interrupted my good time!"

Yang Zhuihui cursed the Ice Gu while helping Ruan Feifeng up, saying, "We can't stay here. We have to go further so the Ice Gu will think we've escaped. Otherwise, if it sprays a few more times, this place will become an ice cave."

Shivering, Yang Zhuihui hugged Ruan Feifeng tightly and walked deeper into the dark cave.

"It's too cold. I'm afraid the Golden Gu will freeze to death,"

Ruan Feifeng murmured, looking at the Gu furnace in her hand.

Yang Zhuihui could use his true energy to keep warm, but Ruan Feifeng was a weak woman, and he was afraid she would catch the cold. So he took off his outer garment and draped it over Ruan Feifeng.

"I'm not cold,"

Ruan Feifeng quickly shook her head.

"You have to wear it even if you're not cold. Don't you know you're carrying my child?"

Yang Zhuihui said seriously.

"How could it be so soon?"

"Haven't we already done it twice?"

"But... even if we were, we couldn't possibly know now,"

Ruan Feifeng said earnestly. She didn't know that this was Yang Zhuihui's plan to make her wear the garment.

"Anyway, I think it's there, so you need to keep warm, otherwise the child will freeze and become stupid, and I'll deal with you then."

"Thank you, Young Master Yang,"

Ruan Feifeng whispered.

Yang Zhuihui didn't speak, but simply hugged Ruan Feifeng tighter, his gaze fixed ahead. Entering further would mean complete darkness, and fearing encountering poisonous insects, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to stop, saying, "There's no light, we can't go in any further."

"Staying here isn't a solution either, Young Master Yang, what do you suggest?"

Unable to move forward or backward, who knew what to do? But as a man, he had to maintain control, so he said, "Let's stay here for now. I don't believe that fat worm will stay outside forever."

"Hmm."

Ruan Feifeng was moving her feet when she cried out in surprise, stomping her foot, saying, "Something just grabbed my foot!"

"Don't scare me."

Yang Zhuihui wasn't easily frightened, but this wasn't the modern world he was familiar with. He'd seen the Immortal Blood Dragonfish, the Three-Headed Phoenix, and the Blue Dragon before, and now this enormous Ice Gu. Even if some kind of ghost or monster appeared, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't be surprised. He just really didn't want it to appear at this critical moment; it would be adding insult to injury.

To verify if it was real or not, Yang Zhuihui kicked the spot where Ruan Feifeng had just been, but he kicked something, though he didn't know what it was.

"Maybe it's a branch."

Comforting Ruan Feifeng, Yang Zhuihui stomped on it a few more times until he finally stepped on it. He realized it was a hand, and it cracked under his foot.

"It's just a dead person."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Ruan Feifeng tightly.

"Our clansmen are strictly forbidden from approaching here; there can't be anyone here!"

Ruan Feifeng cried, almost in tears.

"Then let's not stay here."

Saying this, Yang Zhuihui pulled Ruan Feifeng away.

"We can't go out either."

“Then let’s stay between the ice poison and the dead.”

Leaving their previous spot, the two moved to a distance of about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) from the cave entrance,

their shadows stretched extremely long by the light. It was past mid-afternoon, and the sun was moving westward. The cave entrance faced west, and the surrounding area was all ice, so their shadows would grow longer and longer, and the light slowly filled the cave. It was a pity there was no water in the cave; otherwise, the refraction of light would be even more complete, like countless mirrors reflecting light.

“Are you still cold?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“Just a little.”

Ruan Feifeng shook her head, but her breath was clearly visible; it would be strange if she wasn’t cold.

“You must be feeling very uncomfortable.”

"I'm already very happy to be with Young Master Yang like this."

Women are easily satisfied; all they need is a man who treats them well. This beautiful woman, Ruan Feifeng, had been lonely for over a decade. How could she not be satisfied with Yang Zhuihui, a handsome man with exceptionally strong sexual abilities?

After standing there for a while, Yang Zhuihui told Ruan Feifeng to stay put. He moved towards the cave entrance, but feeling a chill, he retreated, saying, "That damned fat worm is still outside. I really want to burn it."

"Perhaps it will leave tonight. Let's wait a little longer."

"I know, I just don't like to sit and wait to die," Ruan Feifeng comforted.

Yang Zhuihui sat cross-legged, letting Ruan Feifeng sit on his lap. He then hugged the delicate beauty from behind, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her body. "What do you usually use to bathe?"

"Why?"

"Your body smells so good."

Ruan Feifeng blushed slightly and murmured, "A kind of herb. I usually make sachets to carry with me, but I put it under my pillow yesterday."

"I like this fragrance."

Yang Zhuihui took several deep breaths as if inhaling drugs, saying, "I really want to kiss every inch of your skin."

"Young Master Yang, don't joke around. There are many places I can't kiss."

Ruan Feifeng put the Gu furnace aside and leaned completely against Yang Zhuihui. She really liked the feeling of physical contact.

"For example?"

"I won't tell you."

"If you won't tell me, then I can only kiss every part of your body."

Yang Zhuihui laughed and kissed Ruan Feifeng's earlobe.

"It tickles."

Ruan Feifeng shuddered.

"And here?"

Yang Zhuihui leered, his hand already on Ruan Feifeng's thigh, moving inwards.

"Young Master Yang...don't...don't touch there...I can't take it..."

Ruan Feifeng cried out.

Yang Zhuihui's hand had touched the edge of Ruan Feifeng's private area, but didn't penetrate further. Instead, he stared at Ruan Feifeng's tightly closed eyes, her delicate eyebrows trembling slightly. Yang Zhuihui could vaguely see her eyeballs moving beneath her eyelids.

Seemingly anticipating Yang Zhuihui's violation, Ruan Feifeng opened her eyes a crack. Seeing Yang Zhuihui staring intently at her, she quickly closed them again, not daring to breathe, feeling that Yang Zhuihui had seen through her thoughts.

Yang Zhuihui's hand moved a little further towards the most sacred part of a woman's body. Feeling Ruan Feifeng's trembling body, Yang Zhuihui laughed, "Are you scared?"

Ruan Feifeng shook her head.

"Anticipated?"

Ruan Feifeng shook her head again.

"What did that feel like?"

"You're so naughty!"

Ruan Feifeng glared at Yang Zhuihui, brushed his hand away, and said, "You always make me answer naughty questions."

"Really? I don't remember at all,"

Yang Zhuihui asked doubtfully.

"Anyway, I remember,"

Ruan Feifeng said coquettishly.

"Is my memory really that bad? How come you don't remember anything?"

Yang Zhuihui pinched Ruan Feifeng's cheek and asked, "Like which time?"

"You're trying to tease me again."

Ruan Feifeng looked at the cave that was gradually becoming brighter and said, "Usually, poisonous Gu like to live in clean places. There are spider webs here, so it seems there are no poisonous Gu."

"Not even spiders,"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

“If there is any, it might be a spider gu.”

Ruan Feifeng held Yang Zhuihui’s hand and murmured, “I’m very tired, I want to sleep for a while.”

Chapter 151, Springtime in the Cave.

Yang Zhuihui touched Ruan Feifeng’s wrist to make sure her pulse was normal, then kissed her forehead and said, “I will protect you, Mother-in-law.”

“You’re teasing me again!”

“Alright, alright, my good Feng’er.”

Yang Zhuihui was a little amused and exasperated. Calling her “Mother-in-law” was so satisfying, but unfortunately, Ruan Feifeng still didn’t understand the thrill of taboos. If Yang Zhuihui ever laid her and Xu Yueqing down on the bed together, she would be mortified.

Gazing at the sleeping beauty in his arms, Yang Zhuihui turned his head to look at the cave entrance. He could still feel the chill creeping in, which meant the ice gu was still guarding outside. This made Yang Zhuihui extremely helpless. If the ice gu refused to leave, Yang Zhuihui might have no choice but to live a cave-dwelling life with Ruan Feifeng. What about the other beauties?

In order to ensure that San Niang, Fu'er, Xiao Yue, Shi Le, You Shu, and the others could live a happy and fulfilling life, Yang Zhuihui absolutely could not die here.

Time flew by, and light shone deeper, revealing a mummified corpse.

Looking at the corpse's attire, Yang Zhuihui was astonished; it was dressed exactly like the Witch King!

Could it be that the Witch King died here? That's absolutely impossible!

Confused, Yang Zhuihui wanted to wake Ruan Feifeng, but seeing her fast asleep, he gave up and stared blankly at the corpse.

Half an hour later, Ruan Feifeng finally woke up. Upon seeing the mummified corpse on the ground, she screamed and quickly hugged Yang Zhuihui tightly, hysterically saying, "How could the Witch King die here? Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Feeling Ruan Feifeng trembling, Yang Zhuihui quickly hugged her tighter, saying, "Perhaps it's just wearing his clothes."

"Could it be..."

Ruan Feifeng quickly got up and went over.

Fearing for Ruan Feifeng's safety, Yang Zhuihui grabbed her hand but didn't stop her from moving forward. Instead, he followed her toward the mummified corpse.

Ruan Feifeng stared at the corpse for a long time, then removed its mask. She nestled into Yang Zhuihui's arms as if pricked by a needle, trembling as she said, "This is definitely the Witch King. I've always remembered this face."

"I saw the Witch King this morning, but now he's dead here. This doesn't make any sense, and he's obviously been dead for a long time."

"I know, but if he really is the Witch King, then..."

Ruan Feifeng convulsed as if in an orgasm, murmuring, "Perhaps the one now isn't the Witch King anymore."

"Then who could it be?"

"Since giving birth to Amur, the Witch King has never removed his mask. I've always considered this a tribal rule. If he's a fake Witch King, then the real Witch King would have died here long ago. Because of the presence of the Ice Gu, his body hasn't decomposed."

Ruan Feifeng squatted down to examine the mummified corpse. Seeing something unusual on the ground, she blew away the dust, coughed a few times, and several large characters written in blood appeared there—Jurchen script.

"What did he say?"

"Traitor, just those two words."

Ruan Feifeng sighed, "Before Amur was born, the Witch King was indifferent to me, but at least he would occasionally come to see me. But since Amur's birth, the Witch King seems to treat me like I don't exist. I thought he only used me as a tool for having children, but I never imagined he had already met with an accident."

"Traitor? Could it be Amur?"

"Impossible, Amur had just been born then, so it absolutely couldn't be him."

After a pause, Ruan Feifeng said, "I remember now, someone came to see the Witch King, seemingly wanting to stay in the tribe. Later, the Witch King came to Gu Valley alone with him. Perhaps that person killed the Witch King."

"Who?"

"I don't know, but someone mentioned it. At that time, I had just given birth and was weak, so I was resting in my room."

Ruan Feifeng smiled bitterly, "I never imagined he had deceived the entire Jurchen tribe for so many years."

"I really want to know what the face under that mask looks like."

Yang Zhuihui sneered.

"Has the Ice Gu left?"

Yang Zhuihui, preoccupied with the mummified corpse, forgot the most important thing at hand. Sensing the temperature rising, he hurried towards the cave entrance.

Standing there for a while, he felt no chill and was fairly certain the Ice Gu had left. However, he dared not venture out rashly, fearing the Ice Gu was more intelligent than a human and that a blast of cold air on his head would kill him instantly.

After a moment's thought, Yang Zhuihui returned to the mummified corpse and asked, "Could I borrow the corpse for a moment?"

With Ruan Feifeng's permission, Yang Zhuihui pulled the corpse out. Its sunken eyes seemed to be staring at him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Reaching the entrance, Yang Zhuihui kicked the corpse in the rear, sending most of its body sliding out. At the same time, a blast of cold air rushed into the cave, making Yang Zhuihui want to skewer that wretched Ice Gu and roast it!

Yang Zhuihui, who had run away, cursed, "Damn it, this ice gu is really troublesome. If I had gotten out first, my head would probably have been ripped off."

"Hmm."

Ruan Feifeng looked at the desiccated corpse being dragged out by the ice gu and said, "It seems it won't stop until it eats us."

"There's nothing we can do, there's too little food here."

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and muttered, "The ice gu wants to use us for dinner, but I'm hungry too."

"Young Master Yang hasn't eaten anything all day, of course you'll be hungry."

"Yes, trapped here, we'll either freeze to death or starve to death."

Afraid that Ruan Feifeng would get cold, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to hug her and murmured, "With you here, I won't feel hungry."

"Why?"

"Because you taste delicious."

Yang Zhuihui smiled, glancing at the cave entrance from time to time. The Witch King's corpse was long gone, and the ice gu was probably enjoying its feast outside. Yang Zhuihui could even hear the sound of bones cracking.

"How could I eat that? Young Master Yang, you're really joking."

"Who says you can't? Didn't I already eat it? And you ate me too."

"Really?"

Ruan Feifeng asked doubtfully.

"I was under the influence of the Spring Gu. Didn't I drink a lot of water from Feng'er's place then? And later, didn't Feng'er swallow my thing?"

Faced with Yang Zhuihui's blatant teasing, Ruan Feifeng's face turned as red as a tomato. She kept leaning against Yang Zhuihui's chest, repeating, "You're so bad, so bad, so bad..."

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Ruan Feifeng's hand and said, "Feng'er, are you hungry?"

"A little."

"Then do you want me to get you something to eat?"

Ruan Feifeng glanced at Yang Zhuihui's bulging crotch and quickly shook her head, saying, "It's definitely not good stuff. Feng'er would rather starve than eat it."

Yang Zhuihui was about to take out his penis and let Ruan Feifeng use her mouth to cool him down when he heard the cry of the Ice Gu, which was much louder than before. Did it sing after it had eaten its fill?

Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to speak, a diamond-shaped block of ice slid into the cave entrance. He quickly pulled Ruan Feifeng aside.

When Yang Zhuihui saw that it wasn't ice, but a transparent piece of flesh emitting a foul odor, he froze—could the Ice Gu have been destroyed?

"Did it get help?"

Ruan Feifeng guessed.

"Feng'er said the Ice Gu is the king of all Gu, how could it be so easily destroyed?"

"Nothing is absolute."

After the Ice Gu's screams stopped, Yang Zhuihui still didn't dare to move. Only when the surrounding temperature gradually rose did he decide to go out and see what was going on.

"Be careful."

Yang Zhuihui smiled and crawled out. Before he had even fully crawled out, Yang Zhuihui saw the ground littered with the remains of the Ice Gu. The ice began to melt, as if early spring had arrived in an instant.

Crawling out of the cave, Yang Zhuihui looked around but couldn't see who had killed the Ice Gu. He had no choice but to help Ruan Feifeng out first.

"Could it be that a deity helped?"

Ruan Feifeng guessed.

"Who knows? We absolutely can't stay here any longer. There might be even more vicious poisons than the Ice Gu. We need to leave quickly!"

Holding Ruan Feifeng's hand, the two headed towards the entrance. Because the ice was melting so quickly, their movement was extremely slow, and they worried about falling into a puddle.

At this moment, Xia Yao stood before a pool deep within the Gu Valley. The butterfly scorpion perched on the back of her hand, gently fluttering its black wings. She watched Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng leave with a resentful look, closed her eyes, raised her head, and sighed softly. With a

flick of her fingers, the butterfly scorpion took flight, dancing gracefully around Xia Yao. Xia Yao then removed her green robe, leaving only a white cloth covering her breasts and pure white underpants. Most strangely, her entire body was covered in black markings, concentrated in a very regular pattern on her arms and back.

As she unwrapped the milky-white cloth, the mark of a butterfly scorpion was etched on her back like a demon's curse. The so-called black markings were actually its tentacles, and the butterfly wings wrapped around Xia Yao's armpits, completely embracing her not-so-full but firm breasts, looking extremely eerie.

Xia Yao looked down at her reflection in the water, her eyes wide open. With slightly stiff movements, she also took off her underpants. The butterfly scorpion's tail extended just to her buttocks, disappearing between her tightly closed buttocks. Her

hairless pubic area swelled, the slit parted slightly, revealing pink, tender flesh.

"So hot, I'm about to be set on fire,"

Xia Yao muttered to herself, jumping into the pool. Water splashed, and the triumphant butterfly scorpion landed on her head as it surfaced, its venomous tail raised high.

"Ouch!"

Ruan Feifeng almost slipped into the puddle.

"Be careful!"

Yang Zhuihui wrapped an arm around Ruan Feifeng's slender waist, otherwise Ruan Feifeng would definitely be soaked to the bone.

Looking at the entrance that seemed somewhat distant, Ruan Feifeng exhaled, "The ice has melted, the road is even more slippery, it's really hard to walk."

"Do you perhaps wish the Ice Gu were still there?"

Yang Zhuihui asked in return.

"Then I'd rather fall into the water... Ouch..."

Before Ruan Feifeng could finish speaking, her right foot slipped into a puddle. It happened so fast that Yang Zhuihui couldn't hold her back and watched helplessly as she fell into the puddle.

"Feng'er!"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly called out.

Ruan Feifeng poked her head out of the water, spat out the water, wiped the water droplets from her face, and said, "I'm freezing."

"Quickly, I'll pull you up."

"Take this first."

Ruan Feifeng picked up the Gu furnace and said, "I absolutely cannot lose the Golden Gu."

Taking the Gu furnace, he pulled Ruan Feifeng up. She was completely soaked, her black hair sticking to her cheeks, her clothes semi-transparent, her mature and delicate body faintly visible, two points showing on her chest, the outline of her beautiful breasts clearly visible, making Yang Zhuihui's nose almost bleed.

That alone wouldn't have been so bad, but what was infuriating was that her light blue horse-face skirt was far too thin. Once wet, it became like a thin veil, revealing her fleshy skin, and her thighs, pressed together, were especially exposed, like a large abalone, with pink flesh peeking out from the center.

Ruan Feifeng was only focused on wringing out the water from her clothes; how could she know she was almost naked? She was also unaware that Yang Zhuihui was fantasizing about her body, practically ready to pin her down and have his way with her.

"Young Master Yang, your clothes,"

Ruan Feifeng said, looking at Yang Zhuihui's robe floating on the water, somewhat embarrassed.

Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard and said, "It's alright, it'll dry in the sun."

As he spoke, he lifted his robe.

"I'm so sorry,"

Ruan Feifeng turned around and said, "My back is all wet, Young Master Yang, please help me dry it."

Yang Zhuihui stared at her buttocks, and his hand fell there, touching her perineum with extreme precision.

"Ugh... not there..."

Chapter 152, Teasing the Mother-in-Law

Ruan Feifeng said coquettishly, her body trembling as if struck by an electric current.

Yang Zhuihui's palm reached in from behind, covering her entire vulva, and began to slide quickly, pressing her underpants and thin skirt into her flesh, making Ruan Feifeng groan repeatedly.

"No... um... you can't do this..."

Ruan Feifeng pressed her thighs together, tightly clamping Yang Zhuihui's hand, panting, "Don't do this to me... my body will be ruined..."

Yang Zhuihui withdrew his hand and sniffed, the pungent smell making him swallow hard. He hugged Ruan Feifeng tightly, murmuring, "I really hope you can swallow my treasure."

"My body is very wet, it will wet Young Master Yang."

"I also want you to wet my treasure."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui pulled down Ruan Feifeng's clothes and kissed her fragrant shoulder.

"Young Master Yang... you can't..."

Ruan Feifeng quickly pulled her clothes back up, saying, "The Ice Gu was killed by something, we must leave here. After this matter is resolved, I will serve Young Master Yang properly, okay?"

Knowing that what Ruan Feifeng said was true, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to forcefully suppress the lust that was about to erupt, and kissed this mother-in-law he had picked up hard, saying, "Let's go, we can't fall down again, you know?"

"It's not like I wanted to do this."

Ruan Feifeng said shyly.

“Let’s go, we can’t linger any longer, or we might end up like the Ice Gu.”

Yang Zhuihui put his arm around Ruan Feifeng again and walked along the muddy path.

Approaching the entrance, seeing no one guarding it, Yang Zhuihui was overjoyed and quickened his pace.

Emerging from the Gu Valley, Yang Zhuihui saw six corpses of witch guards on the ground.

Ruan Feifeng examined the bodies and said gravely, “They died from Gu poison, but this kind of Gu poison seems unprecedented. Things are getting more and more complicated.”

“Indeed complicated, let’s go,”

Yang Zhuihui said.

Leaving the Gu Valley, they didn’t return directly to the tribe. Instead, they found a well-hidden place. Yang Zhuihui needed to let Ruan Feifeng dry her clothes first; he didn’t want other men to see his beautiful mother-in-law’s body.

They were near the Gu Valley, in a relatively spacious area within the dense forest, baked by the blazing sun. Yang Zhuihui's robe hung on a wooden frame, while Ruan Feifeng stood behind the bushes, and Yang Zhuihui stood outside, waiting for Ruan Feifeng to take off her clothes so he could hang them to dry.

Seemingly a little worried that Yang Zhuihui might suddenly burst in, Ruan Feifeng's movements as she undressed were somewhat hesitant, occasionally peeking at Yang Zhuihui's feet through the bushes. Though slow, she undressed methodically.

"Here you go,"

Ruan Feifeng said, tossing her outer garment to Yang Zhuihui.

"What else?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"I'm taking it off now, don't peek!"

With that, Ruan Feifeng had already taken off her horse-face skirt and tossed it to Yang Zhuihui.

Her undergarment had perished in prison, so Ruan Feifeng was now only wearing her undergarment and panties. Her adorable nipples, due to Ruan Feifeng's unease, pushed against the undergarment, revealing the beautiful curve of her breasts, like the outline of a full moon.

Although Ruan Feifeng had given birth twice, she maintained a good figure, completely unchanged. Gone was the shyness of a young girl; she exuded a mature aura.

"You really can't peek, okay?"

Ruan Feifeng repeated.

"Absolutely not, you trust me,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

"Mm."

Reassured, Ruan Feifeng removed her undergarment, revealing her full, firm breasts. The areolas, not very dark, accentuated the erect nipples, with small cracks in the center where milk had once seeped. Combined with her fair skin, she looked no more than thirty, though she was actually almost forty. It seemed she was a woman who knew how to take care of herself.

After tossing her undergarment to Yang Zhuihui, Ruan Feifeng quickly removed her underpants and threw them to him.

Now completely naked, Ruan Feifeng, a little shy, squatted on the ground, thighs together, covering her genitals and half of her breasts with her hands.

Yang Zhuihui smelled Ruan Feifeng's underpants; the faint odor intoxicated him.

"Did you hang them to dry?"

Ruan Feifeng asked.

"Right away."

Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to lay her clothes flat and hang them on the wooden rack.

Ruan Feifeng, squatting in the grass, didn't dare to stand up, hoping the clothes would dry quickly. Hearing Yang Zhuihui's footsteps, she raised her voice, "Young Master Yang, you can't peek."

Yang Zhuihui was a little helpless. Did he look like a voyeur? But then again, he really wanted to peek at the naked Ruan Feifeng, and they had already had sex twice. What was wrong with peeking?

Stimulated by this lewd thought, Yang Zhuihui decided to be a voyeur for once. He held his breath and walked towards the grass, unaware that Ruan Feifeng was about to urinate.

Ruan Feifeng spread her legs, rested her chin on her hands, and looked ahead. Her lower abdomen spasmed slightly, and her tightly closed labia parted like a clam, a beautiful arc shooting out from her small urethra, splashing onto the ground.

Feeling the urine slowly flowing out, Ruan Feifeng shivered, and a cute little dimple appeared on her lips.

Yang Zhuihui had only intended to steal a few glances and leave it at that, but when he saw the beautiful Ruan Feifeng urinating completely naked, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he involuntarily moved forward.

"Young Master Yang!"

Ruan Feifeng cried out, too frightened to urinate. She desperately wanted to find something to cover her private parts, but there was nothing to cover them, so she could only squat there dumbly.

Yang Zhuihui squatted in front of her, staring at her pink, vulva, and asked, "Have you finished urinating?"

Ruan Feifeng covered her eyes and murmured, "No... I was too scared by Young Master Yang to urinate..."

"I'm not a wild animal, just pretend I don't exist, keep urinating,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"But it's so embarrassing, how can I let Young Master Yang see such a filthy thing?"

"Then do I have to urinate in front of you before you'll urinate?"

Yang Zhuihui threatened.

"Young Master Yang, you're really wicked."

Ruan Feifeng moved her hand away and glared at Yang Zhuihui, saying, "I'm afraid you'll corrupt Qing'er, perhaps you already have."

"No, she's still as pure and innocent as ever. If Feng'er doesn't believe me, wait until we return to the capital and see the elegant Qing'er, then you'll understand."

Yang Zhuihui laughed, stroking Ruan Feifeng's inner thigh, staring at the urine slowly dripping onto the ground, and said, "Hurry up, let your husband have a good look at Feng'er's elegant way of urinating."

"Really."

Ruan Feifeng tilted her head to one side, snorted softly, and urine shot out again.

This was the first time Yang Zhuihui had ever seen a woman urinate so closely, and he was naturally very excited. If this were modern times, he would definitely take out his phone to record this scene forever, and maybe he could even play it back while masturbating later. Unfortunately, in ancient times, he could only record this scene with his naked eye.

After urinating, Ruan Feifeng saw that Yang Zhuihui was still staring intently at her private parts, so she quickly closed her thighs and said, "I'm done, can Young Master Yang leave now?"

"It's so beautiful."

Yang Zhuihui came back to his senses and said, "Don't you want me to stay with you?"

Ruan Feifeng glanced at Yang Zhuihui's bulging crotch and murmured, "I'm afraid Young Master Yang might do something inappropriate, so it's best if Young Master Yang leaves for now, okay?"

"Don't we need to discuss what comes next?"

"What is it?"

"Exposing the fake witch king."

Yang Zhuihui said seriously.

"We absolutely have to expose him, otherwise the fake witch king might lead the Jurchen tribe to extinction. Although I am a civilized person, I still have some feelings for this tribe."

Ruan Feifeng whispered.

"So we need to have a good talk now."

Yang Zhuihui said with a lewd smile.

Unable to bear Yang Zhuihui's lewd smile any longer, Ruan Feifeng whispered, "Let me have some peace and quiet. With Young Master Yang here, my mind is in turmoil."

"Understood."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled and leaned in to kiss Ruan Feifeng's earlobe, whispering, "You'll be in turmoil for the rest of your life."

"I know,"

Ruan Feifeng mumbled, "I'm prepared. You'd better get out of here."

With that, Ruan Feifeng gave Yang Zhuihui a gentle push.

Stepping out of the bushes, Yang Zhuihui found a shady spot to sit down. It was quite close to the bushes, so he could occasionally hear the faint sounds Ruan Feifeng made.

Biting a leaf, Yang Zhuihui gazed somewhat bewildered at the withered leaves being blown down by the breeze. He caught one and murmured to himself, "What's gone can never come back, Xiao Yao. I loved the feeling of arguing with you, and the days we shared a bed."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled dryly, "Back then you were always so silly, clearly liking me but refusing to say it, and always getting teased by me. I really miss those days."

After resting for a moment, Yang Zhuihui got up and touched the clothes. They were almost all dry. Except for his own robe, Ruan Feifeng's clothes were very thin, so they dried particularly easily.

Yang Zhuihui gathered all of Ruan Feifeng's clothes and walked to the edge of the grass, saying, "

You can wear them now." "Throw them in. " "Can

you catch them?"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"Sure, I have hands and feet."

Yang Zhuihui grinned mischievously and called out, "Catch them!"

He knew Ruan Feifeng's location, but he deliberately tossed them behind her.

Seeing the clothes fly over her head, a flustered Ruan Feifeng, disregarding her nakedness, stood up abruptly, turned around, and bent down to pick up the clothes from the ground. Her fleshy buttocks were sticking out, her plump genitals generously displayed before Yang Zhuihui's eyes, seemingly hoping that Yang Zhuihui's large penis would immediately be inserted.

"So beautiful,"

Yang Zhuihui murmured.

Hearing Yang Zhuihui's voice, Ruan Feifeng didn't dare to turn her head. She quickly put on her underpants and then her close-fitting inner garment before she breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wouldn't expose her body anymore.

Looking at her prominent breasts, Ruan Feifeng, having already put on her horse-face skirt and plum-flower collared jacket, turned around and asked, "What's so interesting to see?"

"The good stuff is all hidden by your clothes,"

Ruan Feifeng shook her head helplessly, asking, "Where's my Gu furnace?"

"Uh..."

Yang Zhuihui scratched the back of his head, saying, "It's sunbathing."

"Oh no! The golden Gu prefers shade, it'll die from the sun!"

Exclaiming, Ruan Feifeng ran out of the bushes, dashing towards the golden Gu furnace like a celestial rabbit.

"I've never seen her run so fast before. It seems that insect is more important than me, but at least it's my savior,"

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and followed.

Ruan Feifeng picked up the Gu furnace, but burned her hands from the sun's heat, so she wrapped her hands in her sleeve and spun the furnace.

The golden Gu shrank into a ball, and Ruan Feifeng's heart broke. She quickly picked it up, spitting a few drops of saliva onto the golden Gu. She had raised this golden Gu for fifteen years, and was quite attached to it.

Seeing that the golden gu had consumed all the saliva and regained some vitality, Ruan Feifeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was afraid of high temperatures,"

Yang Zhuihui said sincerely.

"It's my fault for forgetting to remind Young Master Yang. It's alright, it's still alive."

Ruan Feifeng stood up and asked, "Are Young Master Yang's clothes dry?"

"Yes,"

Yang Zhuihui replied, taking off his robe and draping it over himself.

"Let's go. Hopefully, we can get everything settled before sunset."

Ruan Feifeng reached for the gu furnace, but Yang Zhuihui had already lifted it before her.

"With me here, we'll be at the tribe in no time,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed, but quickly stopped. "Have you figured out how to deal with the fake Witch King?"

Chapter 153, The Lustful Beast

. "I have,"

Ruan Feifeng nodded. "I'll tell you on the way."

Yang Zhuihui tried to pick Ruan Feifeng up, but she took two steps back. "Just carry me, no need for that. I'm afraid I'll throw away the Golden Gu."

"Looks like you're not suited for high-altitude flight, hehe."

Yang Zhuihui squatted down.

Ruan Feifeng climbed onto his back, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw the Golden Gu into your mouth and make your intestines rot."

Yang Zhuihui held the Gu furnace in one hand and supported Ruan Feifeng's buttocks with the other, then leaped into the air.

"Don't fly too high, I can't take it,"

Ruan Feifeng cried out, but she was still very excited, smiling brightly, her pearly white teeth showing.

During their flight to the savage tribe, Yang Zhuihui repeatedly tried to seduce Ruan Feifeng, even attempting to slip his hand into her buttocks, but Ruan Feifeng threatened him with her golden poison, forcing him to behave.

Besides this, they also analyzed the impending conflict and discussed strategies for resolving it.

To Yang Zhuihui's surprise, Ruan Feifeng was incredibly intelligent and thoughtful. He had initially thought she was just a woman with strong desires who refused to admit it, but her analytical abilities were unexpected. In this respect, Xu Jie had truly married the right person. Unfortunately, now that she lay in his arms, Xu Jie could no longer reunite with her. Yang Zhuihui even wanted to put Xu Yueqing and Ruan Feifeng on the same bed for his pleasure, as playing with both mother and daughter would be much more exciting.

Speaking of mothers and daughters, Yang Zhuihui most desired to subdue Huang Rong and have her and Fu'er serve him together.

Of course, if he could have both Ruan Feifeng and Xu Yueqing, and Huang Rong and Guo Fu serving him simultaneously, that would be even more exhilarating!

Approaching the savage tribe, Yang Zhuihui landed on the ground. Flying for too long had depleted his true energy considerably. He really wanted to use Ruan Feifeng's body to cultivate the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon to replenish his energy. Of course, it would be even better if he could have a few female savages to practice the *Sucking Yin Heart Technique*. The *Sucking Yin Heart Technique* was more conducive to recovery, but it was too domineering; one-way absorbing energy could easily turn a woman into a vegetable. Unless under special circumstances, Yang Zhuihui would not use the *Sucking Yin Heart Technique*, and the Four Young Masters of Lingxiao were a major worry for him.

As they neared the tribe, several shaman guards appeared ahead, brandishing spears and chattering amongst themselves.

Ruan Feifeng stepped forward and spoke to them in the Jurchen language.

Yang Zhuihui, who didn't understand Jurchen, stood there like a fool, but judging from their intense reaction, the matter of the fake shaman king had definitely caused a huge uproar!

“I’ve already told them about the fake Witch King. They agreed to help us find out the truth, but on the condition that we plant poisonous Gu inside us. If we lie, they will execute us.”

“That way, they won’t lose anything, but we won’t gain anything either.”

Yang Zhuihui’s body was covered in goosebumps. He was most afraid of poisonous Gu, and even more afraid of them entering his body. But this time he nodded. “But that’s all we can do. I just hope our guesses are correct, otherwise we won’t see the sun tomorrow.”

“Give me the Gu furnace. They want to take the Golden Gu.”

Ruan Feifeng stretched out her hand.

Yang Zhuihui felt that this was a desperate gamble, but at this point, he had no choice but to take the plunge.

Ruan Feifeng turned on the Gu furnace. One of the witch guards confirmed that the Golden Gu was still in the furnace, nodded, took the furnace, handed it to another witch guard, placed the two poisonous Gu in his palm, snorted, and held it out to Ruan Feifeng.

Ruan Feifeng grabbed one and placed it on her arm. The poison pierced her skin and burrowed into her blood vessels. Ruan Feifeng's hand twitched several times before stabilizing, and at the same time, the veins in her arm turned black.

"It hurts a little,"

Ruan Feifeng laughed.

Yang Zhuihui's scalp began to tingle, and he could only pull up his sleeve and watch as the witch guard placed the poison on his arm.

The poison pierced Yang Zhuihui's skin as soon as it touched his arm, and the pain made Yang Zhuihui almost want to dig the poison out.

After the poison had completely entered the veins, Yang Zhuihui's arm twitched like Ruan Feifeng's, as if he couldn't adapt to the invasion of the poison, but after a few times, it calmed down.

Yang Zhuihui moved his arm to make sure that his arm was not crippled by the poison before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng walked in front, with the witch guard following behind them like a guard. Women and children looked at them curiously, and the pairs of sagging breasts made Yang Zhuihui's sex drive drop sharply.

Passing by the altar, Yang Zhuihui saw Lu Bing still bound. He merely twitched his eyebrows but didn't react much. Lu Bing's life or death was irrelevant to him. What he wanted most now was to expose the false witch king's true colors, which might lay the foundation for controlling the Jurchen tribe. But that despicable Amur was always a stumbling block.

Speak of the devil, and he appears.

Amur strode over, looked at Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng, and was about to order their arrest when the witch guards behind Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng stepped in front of them, pointing their spears at Amur.

Amur roared and jumped like a toad being roasted on a hot plate.

Looking at Amur, Ruan Feifeng sighed, "He's too impatient. Perhaps he doesn't understand that the most powerful person in the tribe isn't the witch king or him, but the witch guards who support them. If the witch guards betray them, they will completely lose their foothold." "

What are they saying now?"

Yang Zhuihui, who didn't understand Jurchen, asked.

"The Witch Guard wants to see the Witch King, and Amur insists on capturing the two of us. Heh."

"Unfortunately, he can't make the decision now,"

Yang Zhuihui said coldly.

"Give me your hand,"

Ruan Feifeng whispered, moving closer to Yang Zhuihui.

Unsure of what she meant, Yang Zhuihui reluctantly extended his hand. He saw the golden gu crawling out of Ruan Feifeng's sleeve, jumping onto the back of his hand, and disappearing into his sleeve.

Yang Zhuihui clearly remembered that Ruan Feifeng had already put the golden gu into the gu furnace earlier. Could there be a second one?

Ruan Feifeng lowered her head and whispered, "Don't let anyone see this."

"Where did this come from?" "

This is my golden gu." " And what about

the one in the gu furnace…"

"That's its molted shell. Perhaps because of the high temperature, the golden gu entered its molting period early. It completely molted on our way to the tribe. I was afraid they would use this trick, so I switched it."

"You're so clever!"

Yang Zhuihui praised.

Fortunately, the Witch Guard couldn't understand their language, otherwise they would have definitely thrown a few more poisonous gu at them.

Amur was still confronting the Witch Guards, while the Golden Gu had already devoured the poisonous Gu within Yang Zhuihui's meridians and was crawling down his arm.

Looking at the Golden Gu that had climbed onto the back of his hand, Yang Zhuihui suddenly found it incredibly cute, almost wanting to kiss it as if it were a lover.

Ruan Feifeng pulled Yang Zhuihui's hand, and the Golden Gu jumped back into Ruan Feifeng's hand and burrowed into her sleeve.

If the Witch Guards hadn't been focused on Amur, the Golden Gu would definitely have been discovered.

Finally, Amur relented, stepping aside, while the Witch Guards led Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng towards the Witch King's house.

"Don't think that just because the Ice Gu can't kill you, you can get cocky. Let me tell you, as long as I, Amur, am alive, I will definitely kill you all!"

"Perhaps you should come with us to see who the fake Witch King really is. Your biological father has died in the Gu Valley,"

Ruan Feifeng said earnestly.

"I don't care! Whoever is good to me, I am their son!"

Amur shouted.

“We should have strangled him in his infancy,”

Ruan Feifeng sighed softly.

“Let’s expose the fake Witch King’s true colors first, then we can teach Amur a lesson,”

Yang Zhuihui comforted him.

“I really hope he’ll mature soon,”

Ruan Feifeng said with a bitter smile, still holding onto a sliver of hope for Amur.

“He will eventually.”

For Yang Zhuihui, Amur had brought him too much pain. If it weren’t for him, they wouldn’t have been so easily captured by the savages, and Xia Yao wouldn’t have perished in the Gu Well.

Thinking of Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui already harbored murderous intent towards Amur.

A witch guard knocked on the door of the Witch King’s room. After waiting for a long time without a response, he had no choice but to break down the door.

At this moment, the fake Witch King was standing by the window, hunched over like a hunched old man. Seeing them enter the room, he turned around and looked at them through his tiger-skin mask.

The witch guard at the front bowed politely and spoke in a language that Yang Zhuihui couldn’t understand.

“The witch guards request that the Witch King remove his mask,”

Ruan Feifeng translated.

"I hope everything goes smoothly,"

Yang Zhuihui nodded.

The Witch King looked at Ruan Feifeng and Yang Zhuihui, slowly raised his hand, and removed his mask in front of them, confirming his identity as the Witch King.

"It can't be the Witch King!"

Ruan Feifeng's legs went weak.

Looking at the man's thin, dark, and ugly face, and comparing it to the mummified corpse in Gu Valley, Yang Zhuihui indeed felt the two looked exactly alike. Could he and the Witch King be twin brothers?

Seeing the Witch Guards angrily pointing their spears at them, Yang Zhuihui knew something was wrong. He pulled Ruan Feifeng into his arms, ignoring the several spears thrusting from different directions, and ran backward.

Two spears pierced his chest, but could not penetrate further. How could he, with his invulnerable body, fear mere spears?

With a roar, Yang Zhuihui cleaved the spears in two with a palm strike, unleashing a devastating attack. Accompanied by the screams of the Witch Guards, the two in front were thrown back from the house by the surging true energy, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

The Witch King called out, and the Witch Guards stepped aside.

Just as Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng were about to run out of the house, a bear-like lewd beast appeared before them like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, its giant claws swept towards Yang Zhuihui. Yang Zhuihui couldn't believe a lewd beast could roam here; he was struck hard in the waist, vomiting blood, and was sent flying to the side, crashing into a pillar before falling to the ground.

"Young Master Yang!"

Ruan Feifeng cried out, running to him and wiping the blood from his mouth with her sleeve.

At the Witch King's command, the witch guards retreated.

Thump!

The door slammed shut, plunging the entire room into darkness.

"Yang Zhuihui, a General of Martial Virtue bestowed by the Emperor himself. The Emperor also wants you to find a way to subdue the three major Jurchen tribes and win over the Dalai Lama. Moreover, you are Huang Rong's son-in-law."

The Witch King sneered, "I didn't expect you to still be alive."

Feeling as if his internal organs had been rearranged, Yang Zhuihui leaned against a pillar, looking at the menacing beast and the Witch King, and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

"Hehe, since you're going to die here anyway, I might as well tell you the truth."

The Witch King waved his hand, and the beast's giant arm landed on Yang Zhuihui's shoulder, lifting him up and pressing him against the pillar. It even opened its mouth and spat out a giant penis, drooling all over the ground.

Faced with such a huge beast, Ruan Feifeng, who was just a witch doctor, was completely powerless and could only cry softly to the side.

"I am Zhou Buxian, one of the three elders of Shangqing Palace."

Yang Zhuihui knew very little about Shangqing Palace and had never heard of Zhou Buxian, but upon hearing that he was an elder of Shangqing Palace, Yang Zhuihui knew that things had developed to a point where he could no longer control them.

"Before you came here, I had already received orders to kill you. I didn't expect you to be alive until now. It's really surprising. But in the end, you still walked into the trap."

Zhou Buxian laughed.

Chapter 154, Doing it in person

"Why did you kill the Witch King?"

Ruan Feifeng asked timidly.

"Those who don't know the times will naturally die!"

Zhou Buxian looked at Ruan Feifeng and laughed, "If I told Xu Jie that his wife not only gave birth to a vicious son for the tribal chief but also had a relationship with the man who came to persuade him, do you think he wouldn't be so angry that he would vomit blood and die?"

"A man shouldn't threaten a woman!"

Yang Zhuihui said angrily, which provoked the lewd beast to roar several times, and his chest was almost crushed by the lewd beast.

Zhou Buxian stared at Yang Zhuihui and said, "I've examined the bodies of the women you nearly raped to death. I found that your thing is very similar to that of the lewd beast, but the lewd beast ruptures a woman's vagina, causing death—that's considered an external injury. Yours, however, leaves the woman exhausted, even at risk of death. If you tell me how you did it, I can let you both go."

"Since you received orders to kill me, how could you possibly let me go?"

Yang Zhuihui sneered.

"I've been here for over ten years, never returning to Shangqing Palace. I know how chaotic Shangqing Palace has become under Shao Yuanjie's thumb, so I can only be considered half a member of Shangqing Palace. I thought Shangqing Palace had long forgotten me, but you've made them remember me."

Zhou Buxian paced back and forth, glancing at Yang Zhuihui out of the corner of his eye, and continued, "So as long as you tell me, I will definitely let you go, at most pretending I never met you."

"Sounds like a very good deal,"

Yang Zhuihui grinned.

"Of course!"

"I know what it means to go back on your word, so I'd rather die than tell you."

Yang Zhuihui sneered, "Why don't you kneel down and beg me, and maybe I'll take pity on you."

"Heh, you're smarter than I thought, but I'm not afraid."

Zhou Buxian pointed at Ruan Feifeng and laughed, "Perhaps you want to see how this lewd beast rapes her, and even more so, see her die in ecstasy?"

The lewd beast is a tireless sex machine, and it treats women as toys to be torn apart at will. Women raped by it have absolutely no chance of survival; their vaginas will be torn apart, and their skin will be ripped open. How could Yang Zhuihui allow the delicate Ruan Feifeng to suffer such humiliation? So he compromised and said, "Fine, I'll tell you."

"A wise man submits to circumstances."

Zhou Buxian laughed, and told the lewd beast to release Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui stood up, feeling a metallic taste in his mouth, and spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood onto the ground.

“Tell me now.”

“It’s actually very simple. You just need to learn to control some important acupoints, such as the Tanzhong acupoint.”

Yang Zhuihui wiped his mouth and said.

Zhou Buxian narrowed his eyes and said, “Tell me in more detail.”

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Ruan Feifeng and said, “If you learn that kind of bed technique, you can handle any woman. So don’t you think we should let her leave first? Otherwise, if she spreads the method, wouldn’t every man in the world know how to replenish yang through yin-yang cultivation?”

Zhou Buxian’s eyes darted around, and he summoned the witch guards to take Ruan Feifeng away.

"Alright, now it's just the two of us."

"It's much easier to talk when it's just the two of us."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled wickedly, "Amur isn't your son. If I want to punish him, you certainly won't have any objections, right?"

"Yes."

"Then before I reveal the incantation for replenishing yang through yin-yang cultivation, can I take my revenge first?"

"The initiative isn't in your hands now. You have no right to make any demands. I don't want to waste time with you. Tell me the method now." "

Alright, it's actually very simple."

Yang Zhuihui's eyes darted around, and he said, "Just press her four full acupoints when she's about to climax. Can you release us now?"

"We'll talk about it after we try it."

With that, Zhou Buxian, now wearing a mask, left the room and returned shortly after, bringing with him a female savage. This female savage was clearly the one who had attempted to rape Yang Zhuihui in prison.

Upon seeing Yang Zhuihui, the female savage tried to escape, but Zhou Buxian grabbed her shoulders and forcibly pushed her in front of Yang Zhuihui, cursing the female savage in Jurchen.

The savage woman trembled, staring at Yang Zhuihui as if he were a monster, tears streaming down her face.

"You do her now, let me see the effect."

Yang Zhuihui sized up the savage woman; she appeared to be around twenty-five years old. Wearing only a tiger-skin skirt around her waist, she looked very healthy, except her breasts were slightly sagging. But it's no wonder a woman's breasts sag when she's always shirtless; after all, gravity is unavoidable.

"What, you're afraid?"

"I dare, who says I wouldn't? But with a man around, my thing won't get hard," Yang

Zhuihui laughed.

"What a hassle,"

Zhou Buxian said, flicking her sleeve. "You're more troublesome than a woman giving birth. I don't have the leisure for that. If you won't do it, I'll let that lecherous beast rape her to death, and then rape Ruan Feifeng to death."

Yang Zhuihui reached out and stroked the woman's face. For the first time, he felt that she seemed to have feelings too; at least the tears in the corners of her eyes didn't lie.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Zhuihui said, "Alright, I'll show you."

He went around behind the savage woman, and Yang Zhuihui had already put his hand inside her skirt and pulled her close-fitting shorts down to her knees. His fingers stroked back and forth at the cleft of her flesh. After confirming that it was wet, he took out his big penis, pressed it against the savage woman, and inserted his big penis into her skirt. He accurately found the entrance to her honey hole, and with a forceful thrust, accompanied by the savage woman's soft moan, his big penis forced open her labia and forcefully inserted itself to the deepest point.

"Mmm..."

Zhou Buxian watched the entire process, from caressing the savage woman to the start of intercourse, but unfortunately, her skirt remained closed, so she couldn't see their genitals.

This was exactly what Yang Zhuihui wanted; he disliked having men present when he was having sex with a woman, and he especially disliked exposing their genitals to a man's eyes, so he preferred the savage woman to wear a skirt.

Watching Yang Zhuihui thrusting his hips, Zhou Buxian said, "Don't make any small movements, or I'll kill you immediately!"

"What small movements could I possibly make?"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed the savage woman's shoulder with one hand, while the other hand crawled along her inner thigh towards her vulva, forcefully rubbing her slightly protruding clitoris.

Stimulated, the savage woman began to moan loudly, and because she was being filled with such a thick, long penis again, and being penetrated while standing, she moaned even louder, her breasts shaking incessantly, and her gushing fluids covering the ground.

After more than three hundred vigorous thrusts, the female savage could no longer endure it. Her vaginal muscles gripped Yang Zhuihui's penis like suction cups, making even his thrusts difficult.

Knowing she was close to climax, Yang Zhuihui pretended to change positions, pressing her against a pillar. During this process, he had already pressed his acupoints, Tanzhong and Jiuwei, and while still thrusting, he held up two fingers, saying, "Just as she's about to climax, I pressed her Siman acupoints. She'll keep climaxing until she dies, and we can absorb her essence from this process. Watch closely!"

"Oh..."

The female savage trembled all over, her vaginal muscles writhing exaggeratedly, her vaginal fluids drenching Yang Zhuihui's glans.

Realizing she had already climaxed, Yang Zhuihui quickly pressed her Siman acupoints.

Before the first climax had even ended, the second wave arrived. Knowing what fate awaited her, the female savage simply kept moaning, enjoying this final, death-defying feast of climax.

After bringing the savage woman to her fifth orgasm, Yang Zhuihui pulled out his wet penis, wiped it on her skirt a few times, and then put it back in his pants. He turned around and asked, "How was it?"

Looking at the savage woman who had collapsed to the ground, the inherently suspicious Zhou Buxian went over and grabbed her wrist. After a moment, he smiled and said, "I never imagined that a single 'Four Full Acupoints' could allow for the absorption of Yin and Yang, and so easily at that. It seems I must make good use of this technique!"

"Your disguise is quite good, but the Witch King's face is truly hideous. As a senior in the martial world, could you allow this junior to see your true face?"

“No.”

Zhou Buxian stood up and stared at Yang Zhuihui, saying, “If the witch guards find out I’m not the real witch king, my position will be in jeopardy. I’m not that stupid. Now, perhaps I should release you?”

Seeing the cunning look on Zhou Buxian’s face, Yang Zhuihui knew this was definitely a ruse, so he said, “Whether I release you or not is a small matter. But I want to know why you’re willing to stay in this barbaric land?”

Perhaps it had been too long since he had interacted with anyone, so Zhou Buxian didn’t intend to kill Yang Zhuihui immediately. He said, “More than ten years ago, the former palace master of Shangqing Palace died a violent death. As the three elders, Shao Yuanjie, Ji Hanxiang, and I were all qualified to inherit his mantle. But unexpectedly, Shao Yuanjie forced Ji Hanxiang away in order to become the palace master, and even committed adultery with the former palace master’s woman, ultimately becoming the palace master.”

Recalling the unpleasant past, Zhou Buxian was somewhat saddened and sighed, “Since Shao Yuanjie became the palace master, I have been restrained at every turn. In a fit of anger, I left Shangqing Palace and stayed here under the pretext of training lewd beasts.”

"Then there's no reason to kill the Witch King and take his place."

"There is,"

Zhou Buxian said coldly, "This place contains a large amount of poisonous Gu. If I could use it properly, I could unify the martial arts world and the imperial court, making everyone submit to me. I could also make Shao Yuanjie compensate me for all the suffering I've endured over the years. But the Witch King is completely uncooperative, so he has no choice but to die."

Knowing that Zhou Buxian was actually a cunning and treacherous man, Yang Zhuihui broke out in a cold sweat. He realized that Zhou Buxian would be a stumbling block to him and that he had to find a way to get rid of him. He also understood that Amur's cruelty was actually cultivated by Zhou Buxian, and Amur was merely Zhou Buxian's tool.

"Senior, to be honest, I have an irreconcilable hatred for the Shangqing Palace. As long as you release me, I will definitely find an opportunity to avenge you and kill that bastard Shao Yuanjie when I return."

Yang Zhuihui said with a fawning smile.

Zhou Buxian glanced at Yang Zhuihui and coldly said, "You have even greater value. Once the snake gu is fully formed, you and Lu Bing will return to the capital with my mission. You and he will both be infamous for eternity, but a new dynasty will be born. The Zhou Dynasty? Heh, Ji Fa has already established one, so what era name will my dynasty use?"

Facing Zhou Buxian, who was lost in his fantasies, Yang Zhuihui clenched his fists. He refused to believe that his martial arts would be inferior to this old man.

Just as he began to gather his true energy, Zhou Buxian said, "With one command, Ruan Feifeng will be pierced through the heart. Don't think I don't know your little tricks."

"How dare I, how dare I,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed, but his heart was filled with turmoil. Saving his own life was simple, but Ruan Feifeng was still in Zhou Buxian's hands, which meant Yang Zhuihui's hands and feet were tied.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was lost in thought, Zhou Buxian suddenly struck him in the chest with a palm strike.

Yang Zhuihui slid backward, clutching his chest tightly, feeling as if his internal organs had been dislocated by Zhou Buxian's blow.

Chapter 155, Prison and Wedding Chamber.

Zhou Buxian spread his five fingers, and four silver needles clattered to the ground. He laughed, "This is a rare poison extracted from the Golden Gu. It can not only seal your eight extraordinary meridians, but also make you as weak as an infant. Just wait for the day you become my puppet."

"You're so despicable!"

Yang Zhuihui's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

"One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand. One more of you doesn't matter."

"Damn it!"

Yang Zhuihui gritted his teeth.

Afterwards, Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng were imprisoned again. Since Yang Zhuihui was completely unable to move, and Ruan Feifeng did not know any martial arts, they were not locked up.

After the witch guards left, Ruan Feifeng rushed into Yang Zhuihui's arms, choking back tears, "I don't know where I went wrong."

Stroking Ruan Feifeng's head, Yang Zhuihui smiled, "Actually, it's all thanks to you that I learned the true face of the fake witch king."

"Who is it?"

"The man who went to Gu Valley with the witch king, Zhou Buxian, one of the three elders of Shangqing Palace. Unfortunately, I couldn't defeat him."

"It's all because of me."

Ruan Feifeng unbuttoned Yang Zhuihui's shirt, looked at the four red dots on his chest, and asked, "I wonder if the Golden Gu can neutralize all the poison?"

"Let's try, otherwise we're just waiting to die,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

"This servant only knows that the Golden Gu can be used when there is poisonous Gu in the body. Right now, Young Master Yang only has poison in his body, no poisonous Gu, and it's obvious that the poison has already spread. One Golden Gu won't be effective at all. We can only ask the fake Witch King to produce the antidote,"

Ruan Feifeng sighed.

"That cunning old codger, I'll cripple him sooner or later,"

Yang Zhuihui coughed.

“Young Master Yang, don’t you have that Yin-Yang replenishment method? Perhaps you could try it with my body; maybe it will cure the poison.”

“Thank you for your kindness, but I have no strength at all right now.”

“Every time I feel powerless, my heart aches so much.”

“No one is omnipotent.”

Yang Zhuihui sighed, “It’s all that bastard Fengyoujing’s fault. He wrote 50,000 words and then stopped, leaving so many things unexplained. Sigh.”

“Who is Fengyoujing?”

“A palace eunuch.”

Yang Zhuihui kissed Ruan Feifeng’s forehead and said, “Perhaps we can only wait to die.”

“Let’s try. We can’t just sit here and wait to die.”

As she spoke, Ruan Feifeng began to stroke Yang Zhuihui’s crotch, very gently. Even without direct contact with his penis, Yang Zhuihui still got hard from Ruan Feifeng’s touch.

“Young Master Yang, it’s possible.”

Ruan Feifeng said happily.

“I can’t do it; it will hurt your body.”

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly said.

“But we have to try. I really don’t want Young Master Yang to die here because of me.”

Ruan Feifeng leaned close to Yang Zhuihui, panting, “Even if I have to die, I hope Young Master Yang can truly feel Feng’er just once, okay?”

For some reason, Ruan Feifeng’s technique of stroking his penis was excellent, making Yang Zhuihui feel that all his remaining strength was used for his erection, leaving him completely exhausted. He wanted to shake his head, yet he also wanted to nod, and finally chose to remain silent, continuing to enjoy the caresses of Ruan Feifeng’s jade fingers.

“Young Master Yang, this is so big, Feng’er likes it so much.”

Ruan Feifeng took the initiative to kiss Yang Zhuihui’s right cheek, and slowly kissed his neck, her hand continuing to caress his fully erect penis, while her other hand untied his belt.

“I can’t do that, I don’t want Feng’er to get hurt.”

Yang Zhuihui gasped, involuntarily swallowing his saliva.

Having already pulled out her penis, Ruan Feifeng gazed at the crimson glans, smiled faintly, and said, "In Gu Valley, didn't Young Master Yang want me to suck it for you? Now I'll show you."

Yang Zhuihui was about to stop her when Ruan Feifeng's small mouth engulfed the entire glans. An indescribable pleasure almost made Yang Zhuihui groan.

Sucking the glans forcefully, Ruan Feifeng asked, "Does this feel good?"

"To be honest, it feels very good,"

Yang Zhuihui said with an embarrassed smile.

Ruan Feifeng gently stroked the large penis, smiled, and lowered her head to take the glans into her mouth again, gently sucking it twice. The "squeak" sounds she made were very embarrassing, but perhaps they would never be able to leave this place. As long as it made Yang Zhuihui feel good, no matter how shameful, Ruan Feifeng would do it.

Yang Zhuihui stroked Ruan Feifeng's back and said, "Take it in deeper, lick it with your tongue."

Receiving the order, Ruan Feifeng quickly took the entire penis into her mouth, sucking hard, her fragrant tongue licking the glans back and forth.

Yang Zhuihui's bones felt like they were melting from Ruan Feifeng's ministrations. Consumed by lust, he reached inside her clothes, cupping one of her warm breasts and gently kneading it.

"Mmm..."

Ruan Feifeng seemed to be in pain, but didn't resist Yang Zhuihui's advances, slowly sucking on his large penis, her saliva occasionally dripping onto his lower abdomen.

"Feng'er, your mouth is truly amazing,"

Yang Zhuihui hummed, increasing the pressure with his fingers, though his strength was limited due to the poison.

Her head swayed, her thin lips sucking on his penis in a piston-like motion. After a dozen or so strokes, feeling her mouth getting sore, Ruan Feifeng could only lick the glans with her tongue, letting out intermittent moans, especially when Yang Zhuihui's hand touched her engorged nipples, her moans becoming even louder.

Seeing Ruan Feifeng stop moving, Yang Zhuihui said, "Let me feel if Feng'er's lower body is wet."

Ruan Feifeng spat out the penis, her cheeks flushed as she looked at Yang Zhuihui, murmuring, "It seems really wet, Young Master Yang, please don't laugh at Feng'er."

"Of course not."

Ruan Feifeng, her body weak, barely managed to stand up, her lower body almost touching Yang Zhuihui's cheek, murmuring, "Young Master Yang, please feel, Feng'er is already very wet."

"Hmm, let me examine Feng'er's body."

Yang Zhuihui pulled up Ruan Feifeng's skirt, looking at the mysterious area covered by her underpants. Her vulva, like a freshly baked bun, was soaked with vaginal fluid, and because the underpants were pulled very tight, it looked very plump and protruding.

"So wet."

Yang Zhuihui casually wiped his fingertips, which were covered with Ruan Feifeng's vaginal fluid.

"Ugh..."

Ruan Feifeng groaned, her hands gripping the iron pillar, her eyes glazed, her breathing becoming very rapid, waiting for Yang Zhuihui's further violation.

"Let me have a good taste."

Yang Zhuihui, like a thirsty desert traveler, opened his mouth and kissed the plump vulva, sucking hard.

"Oh... Young Master Yang...it's so itchy...it seems like even more is flowing out...mmm..."

Ruan Feifeng's shoulders shrugged, her arms wrapped around the upper part of the snake-like waist, her whole body trembling. Feeling the thick lustful fluid gushing from the depths of her honey hole, Ruan Feifeng felt as if she were soaking in wine, and involuntarily rubbed her breasts against the iron pillar, seeking even stronger stimulation.

Licking the vulva through the underpants was already quite arousing, but Yang Zhuihui still preferred close contact, so he said, "Feng'er, take off this too, let your husband taste your nectar."

"Young Master Yang, you are not my husband, you can only marry my daughter, understand?"

Even at this moment, Ruan Feifeng still remembered morality and ethics, which was truly rare!

"You're about to die, and you still care so much?"

Yang Zhuihui paused, then continued, "Call me husband quickly."

"No...no..."

"Satisfy me."

Saying this, Yang Zhuihui kissed Ruan Feifeng's private parts again, deliberately nibbling gently on the cute little bud at the top of the cleft with his teeth.

"Husband...no...Feng'er will die...not there..."

"You finally called me husband."

Yang Zhuihui said excitedly, having won a victory.

"You're the worst..."

Ruan Feifeng said coquettishly.

"Keep calling me."

"Husband...bad husband, bad husband, bad husband, you're so bad."

Having already let go, Ruan Feifeng's moans flowed smoothly, but for some reason, every time she cried out, her vaginal opening would contract, and when it opened, a lot of lustful fluid would overflow. She felt as if her whole body was ignited by those two words, so numb that she almost couldn't stand up.

"It seems this is our bridal chamber,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a wry smile.

"Then let's make it wonderful and fulfilling."

As she spoke, Ruan Feifeng began to take off her underpants, intending to have intercourse with Yang Zhuihui. On the one hand, she could satisfy their sexual desires, and on the other hand, she hoped that her body could help Yang Zhuihui detoxify. Even if it meant death

, it didn't matter. What was wrong with dying for the person she could entrust her life to?

Just as Ruan Feifeng was about to completely remove her underpants, the sudden sound of footsteps startled her. She quickly pulled her underpants back up, sat down next to Yang Zhuihui, and even helped him put his erect penis back in.

Amur appeared before them, clapping his hands as he said, "Ruan Feifeng, you woman spouting nonsense! You dare to deceive all the tribespeople and claim the Witch King is an imposter? I'm so happy to see you all back here! I was just thinking about how to torture you!"

"Amur, you really..."

Ruan Feifeng wanted to scold Amur, but Yang Zhuihui covered her mouth, saying, "Amur, perhaps there are some facts you haven't seen yet. Let me tell you."

"What facts?"

"Have the Witch Guards withdraw first."

"It's alright, they don't know what we're talking about."

"That wasn't the real Witch King. The real Witch King died in Gu Valley. You were too young then to know. Of course, whether he's real or fake, as long as he's good to you, he's your father, right?"

Amur's face twitched, and he said stiffly, "Continue."

"I stayed in his room for a long time and talked to him for a long time. I found that he's very much like you. He also wants to conquer the Ming Dynasty. Oh no, I can't say very much like him; it's his ideal, and you're just his tool."

"Enough!"

Amur stamped his foot. "If you dare to sow discord between my father and me again, I'll kill you right now!"

"I just want you to see his true colors. You should know who's right and who's wrong, so you won't be betrayed by him without even knowing it."

Seeing that he had angered Amur, Yang Zhuihui was very happy and continued, "His true identity is Zhou Buxian, one of the three elders of Shangqing Palace, who has already infiltrated the Ming Dynasty Imperial Palace. His purpose in coming here is to find more poisonous Gu like snake Gu that can control people, and to use poisonous Gu to refine highly poisonous hidden weapons."

Yang Zhuihui tore open his clothes and said, "This is all thanks to him."

The four red dots on Yang Zhuihui's chest had turned black, indicating that the poison had spread even more severely.

Looking at the dark spots, Amur's face turned very ugly. He asked, "So what?"

"You're still young and don't understand. Actually, the logic is very simple. He's from the Shangqing Palace, and he'll eventually return to the Shangqing Palace. What about you? Will you stay here to become the next Witch King, or will you follow him as a lowly follower? If you become the Witch King here, do you think Zhou Buxian, with his treacherous personality, will let you stay here? You share the same ideals as him. Two tigers cannot share one mountain. Sooner or later, he will either plant a curse on you or kill you. If you follow him, you'll be like a dog, without freedom. You might even be killed for saying a single word. You should know best whether these words are alarmist or not."

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