[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Phoenix (Complete) - 25-27

Chapter 156, Husband, Don't Want

Us. Zhou Buxian raised Amur like a tool from childhood, and his own ambition even influenced Amur. Therefore, every word Yang Zhuihui spoke was like a needle piercing his heart, making him restless.

Amur occasionally stared at the dark spot on Yang Zhuihui's chest, and occasionally looked at the witch guards behind him, and sneered, "I can't be fooled by you!"

After saying that, Amur turned and left.

"You've angered him,"

Ruan Feifeng whispered.

Yang Zhuihui laughed loudly, "He has already wavered. His interests were originally aligned with Zhou Buxian's, but they couldn't share them. So now he will go to find the truth, the truth that can bear the weight of my words."

"Young Master Yang, why did Zhou Buxian kill the Witch King?"

Yang Zhuihui then recounted the real reason why Zhou Buxian killed the Witch King.

After listening, Ruan Feifeng sighed, "Trouble comes to you even if you don't seek it out. The world is truly unpredictable."

At this moment, Xia Yao was standing on a high ground, looking at the tribe that was about to fall into darkness. The butterfly scorpion had already folded its wings and crawled up her arm to her shoulder.

Xia Yao picked up the Butterfly Scorpion, her cold eyes flashing with a chilling light. She murmured, "I want to kill that woman. I even want to kill all the women around Yang Zhuihui. What should I do? And..."

Xia Yao forcefully flung the Butterfly Scorpion away, her back feeling as if it were being burned by a raging fire. The inexplicable pain, as if she were in a sea of flames, was driving her almost insane. She screamed hysterically, "He belongs to me alone! No one can take him away! Whoever tries to take him, I will kill them, no matter how many!"

The surrounding birds scattered in fright, and the Butterfly Scorpion landed on the back of Xia Yao's hand again, gently fluttering its wings.

Amur paced back and forth in front of the Witch King's house. Even after the candles in the various houses were lit, he still didn't go in. His eyes flickered, and a jumble of chaotic thoughts kept swirling in his mind.

After hesitating for a long time, Amur finally stepped onto the stairs, knocked on the door, and, with Zhou Buxian's permission, went inside.

"Excuse me,"

Amur bowed.

Zhou Buxian, still wearing his mask, turned around and said, "I'm going to feed the poisonous Gu. You're coming with me."

"Okay."

Following behind Zhou Buxian, Amur suddenly felt that this figure was so unfamiliar. Yang Zhuihui's words kept playing in his mind, making his legs feel like they were filled with lead, making it difficult to walk. He even felt that he was about to be fed to the poisonous Gu.

When they arrived at the basement that Zhou Buxian used to raise the young Gu, the witch guards who had been waiting for orders there were dragging a female savage. It was the same female savage who had tried to rape Yang Zhuihui but ended up in a vegetative state as a result.

Upon seeing the witch king, the witch guards stepped aside. They waited until Zhou Buxian and Amur had entered the basement before they went down one after another.

The basement was not large, only a third the size of the witch king's room, and the layout was very simple. A stone well about ten feet in diameter was built in the center.

Amur's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he covered his nose. The stench of corpses in the air made him nauseous.

No matter how many times he came here, he always felt disgusted by this place. However, Zhou Buxian, who had reached the stone well, liked it very much, even feeling that it was the origin of his dreams.

The well was six feet deep, its inner surface coated with a layer of plant secretions to prevent the poisonous insects from escaping. At the bottom, a dozen or so corpses, in varying degrees of decay, lay scattered about, some already white bones, others just beginning to decompose, their expressions of agony at the moment of death still visible. Various poisonous insects were coursing through their bodies.

At this moment, its mouth slowly opened, and a dark green spider crawled out, leaping with all its might, trying to attack Zhou Buxian at the edge of the well. However, it was too short and fell back down, its body covered in fur and streaks of blood.

"They all look quite good, and they're very aggressive,"

Zhou Buxian said with a sinister smile.

"Witch King, why not raise these poisonous insects together in the Gu Well?"

Amur asked.

Before this, he had never doubted the Witch King, obeying him without question and even believing everything he did to be the truth. But after Yang Zhuihui's instigation, the Witch King's position in his heart began to waver.

Zhou Buxian glanced at Amur and said, "He has his uses."

"Ruan Feifeng and Yang Guo said you are a fake witch..."

"Insolence!"

Zhou Buxian roared, "Don't forget who raised you all these years, who made you an adult!"

"Is a Gu more important, or my son?"

Amur whispered.

"Gu."

Hearing that word he heard almost every day, Amur clenched his fists, but then looked up and smiled, saying, "I hope the Witch King's grand ambition will be realized soon."

Next, under Zhou Buxian's orders, the witch guards threw the vegetative female savage into the stone well. As soon as there was new food, the poisonous Gu that rotting among the corpses swarmed towards the female savage. In an instant, the female savage's skin was covered with poisonous Gu, and blood sprayed everywhere.

A heavy stench of blood mixed with the stench of corpses filled the basement. Zhou Buxian laughed triumphantly, while the witch guards behind him bowed their heads. Amur stared at Zhou Buxian's back with venomous eyes, gritting his teeth.

Ruan Feifeng stroked Yang Zhuihui's chest. The pinhole-sized dark spots had now spread, resembling four flowers of death. Ruan Feifeng even felt that when they fully bloomed, Yang Zhuihui would be taken away by the Black and White Impermanence.

"What should we do?"

Ruan Feifeng choked out.

"We can only hope for a miracle. Amur and Zhou Buxian must have developed a grudge, but we don't know if things will escalate to the point of explosion."

Yang Zhuihui coughed, a sharp pain shooting through his chest.

"The night is long, I'm so afraid that Young Master Yang won't be able to hold on. Feng'er doesn't want to open her eyes again and find Young Master Yang gone... Don't do that."

Ruan Feifeng hugged Yang Zhuihui tightly, her heart shattered by the reality, and tears streamed down her face.

"It shouldn't be that serious, you don't need to worry."

"A long time ago, I felt that my fate was controlled by others. I was betrothed to Xu Jie since childhood, so no matter what he was like, I was going to marry him. Later, I gave birth to Qing'er, and I felt quite happy. But then I was kidnapped here, and even by the Witch King... After giving birth to Amur, I planned to spend my life here, focusing on being a good witch doctor. But I never expected Amur to be so disappointing. Now he has recognized a thief as his father and doesn't even want me, his own mother."

Ruan Feifeng sighed, her hand already inside Yang Zhuihui's crotch, stroking his gradually erect penis. She murmured, "Tonight is our wedding night, okay? I can call you my husband for the whole night, as long as Young Master Yang thinks it sounds good."

Yang Zhuihui pulled Ruan Feifeng's collar to the side, stroking her smooth, jade-like shoulders, and said, "It's a pity that I can't make you feel as good as before. I really don't have any strength now."

“This time, Feng’er will make you feel good, my husband.”

Ruan Feifeng stood up and, in front of Yang Zhuihui, lifted her horse-face skirt. A little shyly, she pulled her underpants down to her knees, revealing her hairless genitals to Yang Zhuihui. She asked, “Husband…does this part of me look good?”

“Very good.”

Yang Zhuihui reached out and touched it. Although the surface was dry, when his fingers slid into the crevice, the accumulated vaginal fluid wetted his fingers.

By the light of the torches outside the cell, Yang Zhuihui carefully examined Ruan Feifeng’s genitals. He reached out and pulled her plump labia apart, revealing a vulva that opened and closed, releasing fragrant juices.

Yang Zhuihui, his throat slightly dry, stuck out his tongue and poked at Ruan Feifeng's vulva, then sealed the entrance and ate the nectar.

"Mmm... Husband... We clearly agreed that Feng'er would make you feel good..."

Ruan Feifeng bit her little finger, her breathing becoming heavier due to Yang Zhuihui's teasing, and she let out a soft moan like a nightingale.

After rubbing Ruan Feifeng's clitoris a few times with his teeth, Yang Zhuihui said, "It's very wet, Madam can serve me now."

"Then what does Husband want Feng'er to do?"

"Let me think."

Yang Zhuihui leaned his head against the iron pillar, staring blankly at Ruan Feifeng's face, and forced a smile, saying, "Come closer, I'll tell you."

The obedient Ruan Feifeng knelt in front of Yang Zhuihui, listening to his words, but before he finished, Ruan Feifeng shook her head and said, "How could Husband like that?"

"But I really like it, I can't help it, is that alright?"

Yang Zhuihui smiled.

Ruan Feifeng paused for a moment, then scolded, "You naughty husband, you can't let my daughter do that again, understand?"

"Of course not,"

Yang Zhuihui nodded. He didn't know if he could go back yet. If he could, he would definitely find a way to get Ruan Feifeng and Xu Yueqing, this mother and daughter who had been separated for fifteen years, onto the same bed, letting them enjoy the pleasures of being women.

"I understand."

Ruan Feifeng's breath hit Yang Zhuihui's face, and she kissed the corner of his lips before doing as he instructed.

Yang Zhuihui placed his legs flat on the ground, while Ruan Feifeng knelt on the ground with her back to him, her arms pressing against the ground, raising her fleshy buttocks, and even coyly lifting her skirt, revealing the most mysterious private parts of a woman to Yang Zhuihui.

Below her slightly dark anus was a honey hole that seemed to breathe like a mouth, the engorged labia opening and closing, the slivers of lustful fluid hanging down because they were too sticky, lingering for a while before finally falling near Yang Zhuihui's penis, some even dripping onto his glans.

Seeing Ruan Feifeng sprawled like a dog, Yang Zhuihui's excitement was indescribable. He began to caress Ruan Feifeng's fleshy buttocks and said, "Closer, raise it a little higher."

Ruan Feifeng, breathing heavily, had no choice but to comply, raising her fleshy buttocks high, displaying her private parts more clearly to Yang Zhuihui's eyes.

Yang Zhuihui bent down and kissed Ruan Feifeng's private parts, his tongue sliding back and forth along the cleft, tasting the extremely delicious nectar, occasionally making "smacking" sounds, making Ruan Feifeng almost bite her fragrant lips until they bled. Moreover, she had to keep an eye on the steps, afraid that someone would suddenly barge in. She didn't want anyone to see her lewd appearance.

Yang Zhuihui inserted two fingers into Ruan Feifeng's honey hole and thrust them in and out a few times. Then he pulled her labia apart, carefully observing the flesh inside. The layers of flesh were undulating, glistening and translucent. It wasn't quite a top-tier honey hole, but it was still exquisite. Two babies had been born here, yet it remained so vibrant and pink.

Yang Zhuihui slowly inserted his tongue, curled into a column, into her opened honey hole, sucking in the nectar while slowly thrusting in and out.

"Husband...it itches...don't do this...uh..."

Ruan Feifeng whimpered, her body trembling violently. She habitually swayed her hips, rubbing against Yang Zhuihui's cheek.

After performing oral sex on Ruan Feifeng for a while, Yang Zhuihui kneaded her distinctly wrinkled anus, asking, "Has anyone ever inserted anything here?"

"How could anyone go in there? Husband, you're joking,"

Ruan Feifeng retorted.

Yang Zhuihui was too weak to do so now; otherwise, he would have made Ruan Feifeng understand that anus could also be penetrated.

"Alright, now it's your turn."

Chapter 157, Xia Yao's Jealousy

"Yes, I understand."

Ruan Feifeng reached out from between her legs with one hand, grasped the hot penis, stroked it a couple of times, then lowered her body, letting the glans touch the entrance of her honey hole, and shook the penis, letting it be covered with her own lustful fluids.

The thought that she would do something like a slut made Ruan Feifeng want to ask Yang Zhuihui what she meant to him? But in the end, she didn't ask, and only slowly inserted the penis into her extremely empty honey hole.

When half of the penis was inserted, Ruan Feifeng felt so comfortable that she shivered several times, her lower abdomen spasmed continuously, and the lustful flesh inside her hole writhed rapidly, bringing pleasure to both of them.

"Mmm... mmm..."

Ruan Feifeng kept licking her red lips, feeling like her heart was about to jump out of her throat. After quietly enjoying it for a while, she slowly straightened up, and the penis continued to penetrate, making Ruan Feifeng want to shout out that it felt good.

When Ruan Feifeng squatted between Yang Zhuihui's legs in a urinating position, only her testicles were exposed. As if electrocuted, she leaned wearily against Yang Zhuihui's chest, emitting soft moans. Her thighs were unnaturally wide open, clearly revealing her vulva stretched taut by his penis, her labia kissing the bulging veins of his shaft.

Yang Zhuihui hugged Ruan Feifeng tightly and asked, "Why aren't you moving? Didn't you say you'd make me feel good?"

Ruan Feifeng began to rub her clitoris, moaning, "It's a long night, husband, don't be so impatient. I'll make you feel good."

"But all I see is you doing yourself,"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

Ruan Feifeng blushed even more, quickly moving her hand away, muttering, "Then I won't."

"It's alright, you can do it. I know you'll make me feel good."

"Hmm..."

Ruan Feifeng began to rock her hips back and forth, like grinding ink, while his penis slowly thrust in and out of her wet vulva.

Yang Zhuihui's wicked hands were already kneading Ruan Feifeng's breasts through her clothes, easily finding her two already hard and engorged nipples, which he squeezed and twisted forcefully.

"Ah!"

Stimulated, Ruan Feifeng cried out, her body shaking even more violently, her head held high, her eyes closed, enjoying this lewd wedding night, her hands almost numb from holding herself up.

After copulating in this position for a while, Ruan Feifeng raised her buttocks, her honeyed orifice slowly releasing the penis. When the glans slid out, the lustful fluid that had been blocked at her clitoris gushed out all at once, soaking Yang Zhuihui's pubic hair and sticking to his lower abdomen.

Without the fullness of the penis, Ruan Feifeng suddenly felt a little empty, so she quickly turned around, knelt on the ground again, and wrapped her arms around Yang Zhuihui's shoulders, her fleshy buttocks slowly sinking down.

Afraid that the penis would be inserted in the wrong place, Yang Zhuihui quickly gripped the penis, and only when the glans was inserted into the honeyed orifice did he release his hands, holding Ruan Feifeng tightly.

"Oh..."

With a gasp, Ruan Feifeng's honeyed orifice swallowed the large penis again, and she began to thrust her hips rapidly, actively making thrusting movements.

"Ugh... ugh... husband... it's so hot inside... I'm going to die..."

"Me too, it feels really good like this, Feng'er, your technique is really too good."

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"Again... you're making fun of me again..."

Ruan Feifeng twisted her hips while tearing open her clothes, revealing a pair of trembling, rhythmic breasts to Yang Zhuihui. "Husband... it's itchy here too..."

Faced with Ruan Feifeng's uncontrollable lust, Yang Zhuihui was quite pleased. As long as she was being lewd for him alone, that was enough. He opened his mouth and took one nipple into his mouth, rubbing it a few times before sucking hard on the soft flesh, as if he wanted to devour her entire breast.

At this moment, Xia Yao, who was like a ghost, was grabbing the face of a witch guard. A wisp of green smoke rose up. When she let go, the witch guard's face had turned as black as charcoal, his features were completely deformed, and his body swayed a few times before falling to the ground.

Xia Yao descended the steps, and when she saw Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng excitedly engaging in intercourse, she felt a burning sensation run down her spine. She screamed hysterically, "I'm going to kill that woman!"

Upon seeing Xia Yao, Ruan Feifeng slumped onto Yang Zhuihui's lap, covering her breasts in shock. Yang Zhuihui, however, smiled brightly and exclaimed, "Xiao Yao, how could you..."

"Do you really want me dead?"

Xia Yao's eyes were bloodshot. The butterfly scorpion hovered above her head, its tail raised, seemingly ready to attack at any moment.

The delicate beauty of the butterfly combined with the venomous scorpion created a bizarre and unsettling scene.

"That's not what I meant..."

Yang Zhuihui wanted to stand up, but poisoned, he could only lean against the edge of the cell, looking at Xia Yao outside. Seeing the strange markings on her arm, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly asked, "What happened to your hand?"

Xia Yao didn't answer Yang Zhuihui, but stared at the alluring Ruan Feifeng, saying, "She took you away, I'm going to kill her, I won't allow anyone to take you away!"

Seeing Xia Yao's murderous intent, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly shouted, "She's Yueqing's mother!"

"Xu Yueqing also took you away!"

Xia Yao grabbed the slender pillar of the cell and cried, "I can't bear that heart-wrenching feeling, so I'm going to kill all the women around you!"

After saying that, Xia Yao clenched her fist, and with a roar, she actually bent the thick iron pillar.

Unable to comprehend why Xia Yao was still alive, or why she had become so tyrannical, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly embraced the terrified Ruan Feifeng, saying, "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I know this isn't the real you, and I know you love me very much, but killing her won't allow you to completely possess me."

Xia Yao, already inside the iron cell, trembled violently, feeling as if her spine was on fire. The excruciating pain fueled her killing intent. She coldly stared at Ruan Feifeng, saying, "Yang Guo is mine, not yours! You want him, don't you?"

Xia Yao threw a punch at Ruan Feifeng, but Yang Zhuihui blocked her way.

"Why?"

Xia Yao gritted her teeth, stopping her punch.

"I don't know what happened after you fell into the Gu Well, but I can confirm that everything you're doing now isn't of your own volition. Don't hurt anyone, okay?"

Yang Zhuihui said earnestly, his penis still inside Ruan Feifeng's vagina, slowly moving in and out with her trembling.

Just as Xia Yao was about to speak, several witch guards rushed down the steps.

"Since you insist on protecting her, then you'll all die here!"

Xia Yao turned and walked out of the iron cage. Facing the four spears thrusting at her, she completely disregarded them, grabbing two in each hand and pulling them back with all her might. The four witch guards were forced to rush towards Xia Yao. Before they could react, Xia Yao's palms struck them more than twenty times in the chest, like a phantom.

When Xia Yao withdrew her hands, the witch guards lay dead on the ground, their eyes wide open.

Yang Zhuihui couldn't even imagine the speed of her attack, and the four witch guards hadn't made a sound.

While Yang Zhuihui was stunned, Xia Yao had already turned around, her slender hand raised, and a butterfly scorpion landed on her delicate fingers, flapping its wings.

"I'll make you a pair of doomed lovers."

Hearing Xia Yao's departing footsteps, Yang Zhuihui realized that he was soaked in sweat, while Ruan Feifeng in his arms was trembling like a newborn mole.

Lifting Ruan Feifeng's chin, Yang Zhuihui saw the tears in her eyes.

"It's alright now."

Holding Ruan Feifeng in his arms, Yang Zhuihui kissed her face several times.

"Did you see that scorpion with butterfly wings?"

Ruan Feifeng asked in a trembling voice.

“I saw it, but I’m more curious about what happened to Xiao Yao.”

Ruan Feifeng, ignoring the slowly throbbing penis inside her honeyed orifice, murmured, “Actually, among all the poisonous Gu, the Ice Gu is indeed the most powerful, but there’s another Gu that’s terrifying. What’s terrifying isn’t the Gu itself, but its ability. It amplifies the hatred buried deep in a person’s heart infinitely. Miss Xia Yao loves you very much, but she doesn’t want you to have anything with other women. This is the hatred buried in her heart, and this hatred is amplified by that Gu…”

After listening to Ruan Feifeng’s explanation, Yang Zhuihui finally understood the gist, but he still had some doubts, so he asked, “Was it the poison she was in the Gu Well?”

“It should be. If she hadn’t been turned into a puppet by the Butterfly Scorpion Gu, she wouldn’t have been able to survive facing thousands of poisonous Gu in the Gu Well. So the Butterfly Scorpion Gu saved her but also harmed her.”

After a pause, Ruan Feifeng sighed, “Now Miss Xia Yao is filled with hatred because of love, which is really difficult to deal with.”

According to Ruan Feifeng, whoever he falls in love with, Xia Yao will kill him. What about the beauties left in Dushi City and the capital?

“Is there no way?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“Yes, use poison to fight poison!”

“Be more specific.”

“Pull that out first, otherwise I can’t speak.”

Ruan Feifeng slowly lifted her beautiful buttocks, and Yang Zhuihui’s penis slid out, spraying out a lot of lustful fluid.

Yang Zhuihui, who had no interest in intercourse, had Ruan Feifeng sit next to him, watching her get dressed while trying to make his penis go soft.

After a moment, Ruan Feifeng, having finished tidying up, spoke up: "If I'm not mistaken, the Ice Gu was also killed by Miss Xia Yao. She loves you deeply, and she wouldn't stand idly by if you were in trouble. But because of my presence, she didn't show herself before..."

Yang Zhuihui quickly interrupted Ruan Feifeng, saying, "That's not the point. Tell me quickly how to save her."

"Hehe, it seems Young Master Yang really cares about Miss Xia Yao, and she cares about you too much."

After a pause, Ruan Feifeng continued, "Then I won't waste any more words and will get straight to the point. For ordinary poison Gu, the Golden Gu is sufficient, but the Butterfly Scorpion Gu is different. It doesn't reside in a person's body, but in their heart. This sounds a bit strange, but it's true. So only by making Miss Xia Yao feel your love for her can she break free from the Butterfly Scorpion Gu."

"Love?"

Yang Zhuihui was dumbfounded. How could he make Xia Yao feel something so ethereal?

"Hehe, Young Master Yang is a charming playboy, so I don't need to explain further."

Reminded by Ruan Feifeng, Yang Zhuihui asked, "You mean you want me to play the role of a Casanova?"

"Exactly, but there are some details that must be clarified, which may disgust Young Master Yang."

Ruan Feifeng whispered in Yang Zhuihui's ear, making his mouth twitch and occasionally letting out gasps of surprise.

After Ruan Feifeng finished speaking, Yang Zhuihui fell into deep thought, and after a while, he nodded and said, "Before we begin, I only hope I can survive."

"Don't worry, Miss Xia Yao wouldn't stand by and watch someone die."

Ruan Feifeng smiled.

"I'm afraid she'll hurt you."

Yang Zhuihui coughed, feeling an unusual pain in his chest. It seemed the poison in his body had spread even more severely. Feeling weak all over, he just wanted to rest, but how could he possibly be safe in this cage? He was worried that if he closed his eyes, he would never open them again.

"I am impure, so death is nothing to me."

Ruan Feifeng murmured softly, still looking at the wound on Yang Zhuihui's chest. Seeing the black spots that had appeared on the skin, she became even more worried. She reached out and stroked Yang Zhuihui's groin, saying, "Let's continue, see if we can heal it."

Chapter 158, Rippling Joy

"I'm very tired, and I can't let you get hurt."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Ruan Feifeng and said, "I need to rest well, I really need to rest well, these days have been too tiring."

"Mm."

Ruan Feifeng subconsciously held Yang Zhuihui's meridians, afraid that he would suddenly die, but even so, Ruan Feifeng was powerless to save him.

Soon, several more witch guards arrived. They ignored Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng and instead carried the corpses away.

Zhou Buxian, standing in front of the altar, was examining their wounds. His face, hidden behind a mask, was almost distorted with anger. He muttered, "I didn't expect the Butterfly Scorpion Gu to appear. It seems we must find a way to catch it, otherwise I won't be able to sleep peacefully."

"Witch King, what should we do?"

Amur asked.

"I'm going to set up the formation. You have them dispose of the corpses properly."

Zhou Buxian turned and left.

"When will they be executed?"

Zhou Buxian asked without turning back. "The new snake gu will be formed in the next two days. We'll feed them then."

"Then... what about Ruan Feifeng?"

"Kill her when the time comes."

After having the witch guards drag the corpses away to bury them, Amur said viciously, "If we're talking about cold-bloodedness, I'm better than you!"

Late at night.

Amur walked to the cage and looked at Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng sleeping together. He frowned, coughed twice, and waited until they both woke up. Then he said, "Are you willing to cooperate?"

Knowing that Amur would definitely come, Yang Zhuihui smiled slightly and said, "It seems you've come to your senses."

"Rather than waiting to die, it's better to strike first."

Amur sniffed and laughed. "I didn't expect you two could make things happen here. It seems you've been thirsting for this for too long, Ruan Feifeng."

"Let's get serious. Don't change the subject,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

“Fine.”

Amur said solemnly, “I will kill the Witch King and then control the tribe. After I succeed, I will let you go.”

“I remember Zhou Buxian said the same thing before, and you were trained by him. I find it hard to believe you.”

“In my eyes, you are completely unimportant, so you can trust me. If you don’t trust me, you will be infected with snake venom in the next two days. Then you will become his puppet. He can make you eat shit, he can make you drink urine. You might prefer death to humiliation. If he sends you back to the Central Plains to assassinate Jiajing, it won’t just be you who dies, but your entire family will be exterminated.”

Amur sneered, “So you must cooperate with me.”

If it really comes to exterminating the entire family, Yang Zhuihui will probably have to go back to the modern world and bring all his relatives to the Ming Dynasty.

Yang Zhuihui's eyes darted around, feigning fear, and he nodded, saying, "Okay, then what do you want me to do?"

Amur took out a bottle from his sleeve and said, "This is the antidote. Taking it will neutralize the poison in your body, but I'm afraid you might use it against me, so this is only half. It will maintain its effect for at least five days. Without the other half, you will definitely die."

Taking the antidote, Yang Zhuihui poured it into his mouth without thinking. After swallowing it, he immediately felt much better in his chest, and his strength began to slowly return. Moving his fingers, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"With your martial arts and my wisdom, I believe the Witch King will definitely die at our hands."

Amur put away the bottle and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, the bewitching technique won't be performed on the altar, but here. You must go all in then. If you fail, don't expose me."

"So, you'll be fine no matter what."

Knowing Amur's sinister intentions, Yang Zhuihui smiled coldly.

"Every man for himself, or the world will destroy him."

Amur took out a tightly sealed bamboo tube from another sleeve and said, "There's a snake gu in here, which I secretly raised. You'll use it on the Witch King. As for how to use it, you can ask that vile woman."

Amur glanced behind him and said, "Don't give yourself away. I don't want to die. Farewell." As he

walked up the steps, Amur turned back and warned, "If anything goes wrong, you definitely won't get the other half of the antidote!"

After Amur left, Yang Zhuihui stood up, stretched his limbs, and sat cross-legged to meditate.

While Yang Zhuihui was meditating, Ruan Feifeng loosened the stopper slightly and saw that it was indeed a snake gu inside. She was also greatly surprised, never expecting that Amur would raise gu, let alone snake gu that could be used to control people. Like

father, like son; it seems that Amur had long been corrupted by Zhou Buxian.

Hiding the bamboo tube in her sleeve, Ruan Feifeng quietly waited for Yang Zhuihui to finish meditating.

Half an hour later, Yang Zhuihui finally concentrated the scattered internal energy in his dantian and evenly distributed it to all the meridians in his body, thus restoring about 90% of his power.

Seeing Ruan Feifeng nodding off from time to time, Yang Zhuihui quickly hugged her and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Ruan Feifeng rubbed her eyes and murmured, "Waiting for Young Master Yang."

"Aren't you going to call me husband anymore?"

Yang Zhuihui smiled.

Ruan Feifeng rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and said, "Young Master Yang, aren't you afraid that I'll get into the habit of calling you that in public?"

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and said, "As long as you don't feel embarrassed."

"Of course I will,"

Ruan Feifeng punched Yang Zhuihui lightly.

"Ouch!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out in pain, "The poison has relapsed."

Ruan Feifeng's face changed drastically, and she was at a loss for what to do. She choked out, "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it, Young Master Yang, please don't scare me."

"Quickly call me husband, I'm about to die!"

Yang Zhuihui began to roll on the ground.

"Husband, husband, husband, husband..."

Hearing Ruan Feifeng's sweet voice, Yang Zhuihui stopped rolling around and instead hugged Ruan Feifeng, laughing and saying, "You're better now." "

You're teasing me!"

Ruan Feifeng finally realized what was happening and punched Yang Zhuihui with her small fists again.

"Murder your husband!"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed her fist, slamming her against the iron pillar. His powerful body pressed tightly against her, and he said, "I'm going to teach you a lesson, or you'll definitely murder me!"

Seeing the lust in Yang Zhuihui's eyes, Ruan Feifeng turned her head to the side and murmured, "I know I was wrong. I'll punish you however you want, I just hope you can forgive me."

"I will."

Yang Zhuihui's hand had already slipped inside Ruan Feifeng's skirt, easily touching the soft edge of her vulva.

"Mmm...it's so itchy..."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled lewdly, his other hand unbuttoning her top, wantonly kneading her full breasts, and pulling down her underpants.

"I'm going to use my big cock to teach you a lesson, to let you know who the most powerful man in the world is!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui pulled out his penis, had Ruan Feifeng clamp her legs around his waist, and easily thrust it deep into her muddy, wet vagina.

"Oh..."

Ruan Feifeng, clearly satisfied with being filled, gripped Yang Zhuihui's waist tightly, hoping he would penetrate even deeper. However, Ruan Feifeng's vagina was longer than that of an average woman, and it was already quite an achievement for Yang Zhuihui's glans to penetrate her core.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson,"

Yang Zhuihui winked, and began to thrust his hips rapidly, his thick penis rhythmically pumping in and out, causing Ruan Feifeng to moan and beg for mercy repeatedly, yet her face was filled with a blissful, seductive smile, and occasionally she would open her mouth and let out a wanton cry.

A lustful woman meeting a muscular man—the result was predictable: both were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

For the next two days, Amur and Zhou Buxian did not appear, and meals were delivered to them. Yang Zhuihui found it difficult to adjust to eating meat at every meal, but there was nothing he could do. The Jurchen people were a hunting-based people, and even simple vegetables were a hundred times more precious than delicacies.

Despite this, Yang Zhuihui had a very pleasant two days, thanks to Ruan Feifeng's company. Every night, the two would rush into action, each time leaving Ruan Feifeng exhausted. However, she loved that feeling of ecstasy, and only Yang Zhuihui, who practiced the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon, could satisfy her.

Of course, Yang Zhuihui wasn't just having intercourse with Ruan Feifeng; he also used her body to practice the first and second forms of the Lustful Dragon, preparing for his fierce battle with Zhou Buxian. He dared not use the third form, the Lustful Dragon's Tyranny, on Ruan Feifeng; that was practically sadomasochism.

On the morning of the third day,

Zhou Buxian and Amur descended the steps together, their four shamanic guards standing watch at the door.

Upon seeing Zhou Buxian, the usually energetic Yang Zhuihui immediately feigned illness, coughing and saying, "I'm about to die."

"You will absolutely not die,"

Zhou Buxian said, standing with his hands behind his back. "The snake poison is ready. Today you will become my slave, and a sinner despised by the Ming Dynasty for all time. Heh heh, I can even use you to take revenge on the Shangqing Palace."

"It seems I'm doomed today,"

Yang Zhuihui said, glancing at Amur, who was winking at him. "But I have something to tell you, it's about Amur."

"Don't listen to him,"

Amur hurriedly cried.

"Hmm?"

The ever-suspicious Zhou Buxian immediately opened the cell door.

Yang Zhuihui gave Amur a wink, and the not-so-idiot Amur immediately understood Yang Zhuihui's intention, shouting, "Witch King, you absolutely cannot believe his words! I have absolutely not done anything to betray you!"

"Absolutely."

Yang Zhuihui beckoned with his finger, saying, "Don't let him hear."

"Just say what you have to say. It doesn't matter if he's here."

Zhou Buxian said, "What can he do?"

"It's like this..."

Yang Zhuihui deliberately remained silent.

"Speak your mind."

Zhou Buxian was clearly provoked by Yang Zhuihui.

"It's like this..."

Yang Zhuihui repeated.

"I don't have time to waste with you!"

Zhou Buxian walked over and grabbed Yang Zhuihui's collar, about to teach him a lesson, when a bamboo tube slid out from Yang Zhuihui's sleeve, aimed at Zhou Buxian's face, and with a flick of the stopper, a snake worm shot out, darting towards Zhou Buxian like lightning. Before he could react, the snake worm had already crawled into his mouth.

Zhou Buxian staggered backward, gagging, and was about to pry the snake gu out when he felt a splitting headache, as the snake gu had pierced his palate and burrowed into his brain.

In excruciating pain, Zhou Buxian rolled on the ground, his body convulsing, blood gushing from his mouth, and even from his nostrils, eyes, and ears.

Seeing this, Ruan Feifeng, suppressing her nausea, shouted, "Have him keep an eye on you!"

Yang Zhuihui, who already knew how to plant snake gu, immediately went to Zhou Buxian.

"He's mine!"

Amur cried out. "If you dare to mess around, you won't get the other half of the antidote!"

"I'll get it sooner or later,"

Yang Zhuihui sneered. "At this point, you can't stop me."

Yang Zhuihui squatted down and took out two bamboo tubes containing snake venom from Zhou Buxian's sleeve. He said, "According to his plan, one will be planted in me, and the other in Lu Bing. In this way, you will have two puppets powerful enough to shake the Ming Dynasty."

"What are you going to do?"

Amur retreated, his legs weak, unable even to take out the venom. He could only stare intently at the bamboo tubes in Yang Zhuihui's hand.

"Hehe, the anger that has been suppressed for so long has finally reached its point. Now I'm going to give him a taste of his own medicine." Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to open the bamboo tubes, Ruan Feifeng burst into tears.

"He is, after all, my son!"

Chapter 159, Fei Feng is thoroughly accustomed to Amur

's ruthlessness and Ruan Fei Feng's soft heart. To eliminate any future troubles, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to harm Ruan Fei Feng, so he still targeted Amur and pulled out the bottle stopper.

When the snake gu burrowed into Amur's mouth with lightning speed, Ruan Fei Feng screamed and fell backward, fainting.

Looking at Zhou Buxian and Amur, who were being tortured by the snake gu and bleeding from all seven orifices, Yang Zhuihui laughed loudly and said coldly, "You've been bullying us for so long, it's time for you to pay the price."

Yang Zhuihui kicked the half-dead Zhou Buxian over, stared at his still bleeding eyes, and said, "The elders of Shangqing Palace, perhaps they really want to see you now." At this

moment, Zhou Buxian's entire body began to convulse violently again, his face contorted in pain. The snake worm's tail protruded from his nostrils, then immediately slithered back in. Yang Zhuihui could even see the snake worm traversing through Zhou Buxian's skull, a truly disgusting sight.

A full quarter of an hour passed before Zhou Buxian stopped bleeding. He stared at Yang Zhuihui, expressionless.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Master,"

Zhou Buxian replied.

"Very good."

Yang Zhuihui clapped his hands and walked to Amur, confirming that both of them were under his control. Yang Zhuihui was very pleased.

He took the other half of the antidote from Amur and swallowed it. Then, Yang Zhuihui said, "Lie down and bark like a dog."

Upon hearing the command, Zhou Buxian and Amur both lay down and barked, wagging their buttocks vigorously. It was a pity they lacked dog tails; otherwise, they would have looked exactly like dogs.

"Lick my boots."

Watching their filthy licking of his boots, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but laugh, only calming down after a while. He

picked up the still unconscious Ruan Feifeng and ordered the two of them to follow him outside.

As soon as they were outside, the four shaman guards turned their attention to Yang Zhuihui.

Zhou Buxian quickly shouted, reprimanding the guards in Jurchen. The four guards were stunned, completely unaware of what was happening.

Although Yang Zhuihui couldn't understand their language, he knew that Zhou Buxian, now a puppet, was speaking on his behalf.

After a moment, the guards bowed and stepped aside. Yang Zhuihui quickly carried Ruan Feifeng to her room.

Instructing the maid Xiaorou to take good care of Ruan Feifeng, Yang Zhuihui led Zhou Buxian and Amur to another room; he was going to punish them properly.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the two of them, Yang Zhuihui smiled with narrowed eyes and said, "From today onwards, Zhou Buxian, you will be the man, and Amur, you will be the woman. You are husband and wife. Now, let's begin our wedding night."

"Yes,"

they both nodded and bowed simultaneously, as obedient as could be.

Next, Yang Zhuihui gave them the bed.

"Husband, be gentle,"

Amur said in a coquettish voice.

"Don't worry,"

Zhou Buxian stroked his white beard, carrying Amur to the bed and beginning to caress Amur's chest and groin.

The thought of Zhou Buxian about to violate Amur's anus made Yang Zhuihui feel very satisfied, but it was best to avoid watching scenes of male-male incest, otherwise, he would definitely lose his appetite.

Just as Yang Zhuihui stepped outside, he heard Amur's screams, "Husband, it hurts! Be gentle! It hurts so much!"

Cold sweat beaded on Yang Zhuihui's forehead as he muttered, "This couple will surely be very happy."

Although Yang Zhuihui had violated other people's chrysanthemums before, they were all beautiful women. Imagining Zhou Buxian violating Amur's chrysanthemum made his stomach churn, so he simply walked away to let them consummate their marriage.

Entering Ruan Feifeng's room, he saw that she had woken up and Xiao Rou was feeding her water. Yang Zhuihui was relieved and smiled, "You scared me to death."

"How is Amur?"

Ruan Feifeng asked anxiously.

"He's fine, just poisoned by snake venom. Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless."

Afraid of upsetting Ruan Feifeng, Yang Zhuihui tried his best to speak kindly. Fortunately, Amur's voice, still hoarse from the violation, couldn't reach them, otherwise Ruan Feifeng might have fainted again.

Ruan Feifeng's face was extremely pale, yet she possessed a sickly beauty that captivated Yang Zhuihui. However, with Xiaorou present, Yang Zhuihui could only dutifully play the role of a pure son-in-law.

Ruan Feifeng took a sip of water and then instructed Xiaorou to leave.

As soon as Xiaorou closed the door, Yang Zhuihui pulled Ruan Feifeng into his arms, stroking her jade-like skin, and said, "Feng'er, you scared me to death."

"Is Amur really alright?"

Ruan Feifeng looked up and asked, appearing pitiful.

"Really,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled, "He's your son, how could I possibly harm him? Now he and Zhou Buxian are both my puppets, only beneficial to me. I still need them to control this tribe, so you can rest assured."

After saying this, Yang Zhuihui leaned down and kissed Ruan Feifeng's thin lips.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Ruan Feifeng hurriedly pushed Yang Zhuihui away, her face flushed, and said, "Don't do this, I'm afraid someone will see."

Ruan Feifeng, her eyes darting around, had already forgotten about Amur, and simply leaned softly against Yang Zhuihui's chest, murmuring, "What do you plan to do now?"

"Enter your body,"

Yang Zhuihui breathed.

"You're being silly again!"

Ruan Feifeng puffed out her cheeks and said coquettishly, "I asked a serious question, when do you plan to return to the Central Plains?"

"I still have to deal with Jianzhou and the Haixi Jurchens, otherwise my trip won't be complete."

Yang Zhuihui sighed, becoming serious. "But I don't care about that now. What I care about is Xiao Yao. I absolutely can't let her continue like this. Not only her, I'm even worried that the people I love will be in danger."

Yang Zhuihui sighed several times in a row, "Because it's her, I can't bring myself to do it. I'm really worried that I'll have to fight her." "

Young Master Yang, there's no need to worry so much. Miss Xia Yao loves you deeply, so she must be somewhere in the tribe. As long as we follow the methods we discussed before, we can definitely bring Miss Xia Yao back to her senses."

Ruan Feifeng said with a smile.

"I hope so."

Yang Zhuihui still didn't have much confidence.

"I'll rest with you for a while. Once you've recovered, we'll deal with the tribe's affairs. We must transfer the tribe's rule to you."

"I didn't think that far ahead. Since Young Master Yang has already controlled Zhou Buxian, you can have him pass the title of Witch King to you."

"No, most of the tribe's people are too rigid in their thinking. Letting an outsider be the Witch King is absolutely impossible. After thinking it over, you're the most suitable. Besides, you'll be an envoy to the Ming Dynasty."

Yang Zhuihui, having taken off his boots and gotten into bed, lowered the bed curtains, embraced Ruan Feifeng, kissed her earlobe, and said, "Rest well first. We'll talk about this later."

Feeling Yang Zhuihui's hard penis pressing against her buttocks, Ruan Feifeng said, "It's hard to rest properly like this."

"Then what should we do?"

"No..."

"Tell me."

Smelling Ruan Feifeng's fragrance, Yang Zhuihui was somewhat intoxicated. It was a pity that Ruan Feifeng was weak; otherwise, this beast Yang Zhuihui would definitely have pulled out his penis and thrust it everywhere.

"I was just talking nonsense, Young Master Yang, please don't take it to heart."

Ruan Feifeng tried her best not to think about the penis she both loved and hated, closing her eyes tightly and forcing herself to rest.

Soon, Yang Zhuihui fell asleep, but Ruan Feifeng was wide awake, because Yang Zhuihui kept shifting his body, constantly rubbing against her genitals.

"Young Master Yang?"

Ruan Feifeng called out, wide awake.

Seeing that Yang Zhuihui didn't react at all, Ruan Feifeng had no choice but to remain silent, but inexplicably, she reached out and touched Yang Zhuihui's crotch, her heart pounding. Her slender fingers traced along the glans, all the way to the testicles.

Ruan Feifeng swallowed, and seeing that Yang Zhuihui didn't react, her movements became more vigorous, feeling the penis getting hotter and hotter, almost setting her ablaze.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes and watched her actions, remaining silent. But even a monk couldn't resist such constant touching, let alone Yang Zhuihui, a virile man who frequently thrust his penis into women's private parts. So he finally coughed.

"Ah!"

Ruan Feifeng quickly withdrew her hand.

Yang Zhuihui stroked the outside of Ruan Feifeng's thigh and moved towards the inside, saying, "You woke me up, do you know what your punishment is?"

"I didn't mean to,"

Ruan Feifeng said reproachfully.

Yang Zhuihui's palm was already rubbing her soft vulva through her skirt, saying, "It seems wet."

Ruan Feifeng, not yet fully relaxed, said shyly, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

"If your body has recovered enough, we can make love, but we can't shout as loudly as we did in prison, otherwise people will hear us."

"Recovered...almost..."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui immediately pressed her down on top of him, catching her darting gaze, and smiled gently. He spread her thighs apart, lifted her skirt, and casually pulled off her underpants, which were wet with honey juice. A swollen, lustful flower was then displayed before his eyes, the labia already gently open, wriggling, and exhaling fragrant nectar.

"Don't look at me there,"

Ruan Feifeng quickly covered her eyes.

Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard, already pulling out his penis and pressing it against the slightly parted entrance of her honeyed orifice, which was eagerly awaiting his insertion. He deliberately rubbed it up and down, even using the glans to tease the entrance. Every time Ruan Feifeng thought Yang Zhuihui was about to penetrate her, he would pull out the glans, making Ruan Feifeng restless.

After a few repetitions, Ruan Feifeng couldn't take it anymore, so she reached out and grasped his penis, guiding it towards her honeyed orifice.

"Are you ready for some pleasure?"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"You're just making fun of me!"

Ruan Feifeng rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and said, "If you don't come in, I'll close the door."

"Since the beauty has invited me into this trap, how can I refuse?"

With that, Yang Zhuihui thrust hard, and his penis slid in with a "whoosh."

"Oh...slow...slower...it's full..."

Ruan Feifeng arched her back, feeling like she was about to die. She could only blame Yang Zhuihui for thrusting too quickly and for that thing being too thick and long.

But for a mature woman like Ruan Feifeng, the more it was like this, the more she loved it, though she hadn't yet learned to ask like a prostitute.

"Do you want me to go in a little deeper?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, but his entire penis was already inside.

"Hmm..."

"Wait a minute."

Yang Zhuihui pretended to pull out.

"What are you doing?"

Ruan Feifeng asked anxiously.

"I've already gone in, and it's still not long enough. I'm going to go outside and find a cucumber twice my length."

Yang Zhuihui said seriously.

"A cucumber?"

Ruan Feifeng couldn't laugh at all.

“Hmm, mine isn’t long enough, sigh!”

“Enough…enough…”

Ruan Feifeng’s face flushed red, she wished she could disappear into a hole. If Yang Zhuihui’s size wasn’t considered long, then there probably weren’t many men in the world whose penises were long enough.

“Since my wife says it’s enough, then I’ll go in again.”

Yang Zhuihui grinned mischievously, thrusting in two-thirds of the way in, and asked, “Would you like me to go in a little deeper?”

“Enough.”

Ruan Feifeng turned her head away.

“But some is still outside.”

Yang Zhuihui raised his voice.

“Young Master Yang…please don’t tease me…”

“I’m not teasing you, I just want you to enjoy it more.”

Yang Zhuihui rubbed Ruan Feifeng’s left breast and said, “If your body isn’t sensitive enough, you can’t experience the comfort of the bridal chamber.”

“Ugh…I…I know…”

Feeling the penis begin to slowly thrust inside her honeyed hole, Ruan Feifeng’s breathing became rapid, and her throat felt very dry, swallowing frequently.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Chapter 160.

Xiao Rou, carrying hot water, saw the bed curtains drawn and assumed the mistress was asleep. She made no sound, intending to place the basin beside the bed so the mistress could wash her face upon waking.

Pulling back the curtain a crack, Ruan Feifeng saw Xiao Rou and quickly said, "Just put it on the table."

"I'm sorry, I woke the mistress."

Completely unaware of Ruan Feifeng and Yang Zhuihui's intimate moment, Xiao Rou put down the basin and tried to leave, but Yang Zhuihui coughed.

"Shh..."

Seeking excitement, Yang Zhuihui pulled back the curtains, deliberately exposing their genitals, and asked, "Xiao Rou, have you seen this before?"

"Ah!"

Xiao Rou cried out in surprise, quickly covering her eyes, frozen in place as if her pressure points had been acupunctured.

When Ruan Feifeng removed the Gu poison from Yang Zhuihui last time, Xiao Rou was standing outside the door. Yang Zhuihui knew this, so it could be said that Xiao Rou already knew about his and Ruan Feifeng's past sexual encounter. Therefore, it wasn't a big deal for her to see it now. However, this was only Yang Zhuihui's opinion; Ruan Feifeng was extremely unwilling. Women's views on sex are very different from men's. But regardless, it was an undeniable fact that Xiao Rou had seen it.

Just as Ruan Feifeng was about to cover her private parts, Yang Zhuihui began to thrust, deliberately pulling her up so that her body faced Xiao Rou. His penis was busy going in and out, making a slapping sound.

"Ugh...don't...don't look..."

"Aren't you surprised?"

Yang Zhuihui asked with a smile, his hands beginning to grasp and knead Ruan Feifeng's breasts, while his tongue licked her earlobe.

Being penetrated while being watched by the maid, Ruan Feifeng's body became even more sensitive. After several thrusts, she reached orgasm, her vaginal fluids gushing out, moistening Yang Zhuihui's pubic hair like rain.

"I'm sorry."

Xiao Rou, her heart pounding like a deer, turned to leave.

"Aren't you going to watch anymore?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Xiao Rou stopped and said, "I've disturbed Madam and Young Master Yang, I deserve to die."

With that, she quickly ran out.

Seeing that he had scared Xiao Rou away, Yang Zhuihui felt an indescribable sense of pride. However, if Xiao Rou was willing to continue watching this feast of intercourse, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't be stingy. He even hoped that Xiao Rou could participate, after all, Xiao Rou was quite pretty.

"You're embarrassing me to death."

Ruan Feifeng had no strength left after her orgasm, but she could only cooperate with Yang Zhuihui's thrusts. The flesh inside her vagina contracted irregularly, sucking on the hot penis like a small mouth.

"Isn't the effect very good? You immediately reached the peak."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Ruan Feifeng tightly and continued to make piston-like movements.

"This kind of thing can't be done again, I don't like my body being seen by others."

Ruan Feifeng gasped.

"I know, you're my darling, and I don't want anyone else to see you."

Yang Zhuihui made Ruan Feifeng lie face down on the bed and continued his thrusting in a doggy-style position. Looking at her delicate chrysanthemum, he stroked it and asked, "Can I go in here?"

Ruan Feifeng hurriedly shook her head, saying, "Young Master Yang, please don't do that! Absolutely not! I'll die!"

"Alright."

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Ruan Feifeng's slender waist and began thrusting in with a nine-shallow-one-deep motion. Each time he forcefully penetrated her, Ruan Feifeng would let out a high-pitched moan, her body trembling.

After a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui ejaculated his hot semen into Ruan Feifeng's uterus, shivering, and said, "I've ejaculated inside so many times, you must have my child in your belly."

"I'm old, I probably won't get pregnant anymore,"

Ruan Feifeng groaned, feeling an unbearable heat in her lower abdomen, with a strange urge to urinate.

After his penis softened, Yang Zhuihui cleaned Ruan Feifeng's private parts. Just as he was about to wipe his penis, Ruan Feifeng said, "Let me do it."

Before Yang Zhuihui could react, Ruan Feifeng knelt on the ground, opened her mouth, and took the glans in, sucking hard and swallowing all the semen.

Faced with this unexpected extra service, Yang Zhuihui was extremely excited, and his limp penis immediately became erect.

"Hmm?"

Seeing that it was erect again, Ruan Feifeng quickly spat it out, licking the shaft with her tongue until it was clean, then quickly released it, saying, "Alright, Young Master Yang can put it away now." After

putting away their "tool," Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng lay back on the bed to rest, discussing what to do next, the main focus being, of course, rescuing Xia Yao, who was controlled by the Butterfly Scorpion Gu.

After lunch, Yang Zhuihui made a special trip to visit the same-sex couple.

Zhou Buxian was holding Amur, resting on the bed. There were bloodstains on the floor; it seemed Amur's anus had been pierced. He instructed them to get dressed, and Yang Zhuihui led them out.

At this moment, the entire tribe had gathered before and after the altar, all staring at Yang Zhuihui, Amur, and Zhou Buxian as they approached quietly. Lu Bing, bound and gagged, watched them with a stiff smile; he too had been infected with snake venom and become Yang Zhuihui's slave.

"Alright,"

Yang Zhuihui gave Ruan Feifeng a look, and Ruan Feifeng stepped onto the altar.

Facing the entire tribe, Zhou Buxian, wearing a tiger-shaped mask, began to speak eloquently.

"Are you really going to pass it on to me?"

Ruan Feifeng was clearly surprised.

Yang Zhuihui smiled, his eyes narrowed, and whispered, "This is your reward."

After Zhou Buxian finished conveying Yang Zhuihui's words, he removed the tiger-shaped mask in front of the entire tribe and carefully handed it to Ruan Feifeng.

The entire tribe knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves in worship of the new witch king, Ruan Feifeng.

Holding the tiger-shaped mask, Ruan Feifeng was somewhat excited, her hands trembling as she put it on. A thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd, a common occurrence at every Witch King succession ceremony. The numb tribespeople only prayed for good weather and

abundant harvests. Regardless of who ruled them, they rarely complained, only hoping for a better life.

After successfully succeeding to the throne, Ruan Feifeng began to explain her future plans. The most important, of course, was to unite with the Ming Dynasty to fight the Tatars. At this point, whispers began to circulate among the crowd; many clearly didn't understand Ruan Feifeng's intentions.

"We can't let them cause a disturbance,"

Yang Zhuihui whispered.

Feeling somewhat overwhelmed, Ruan Feifeng had to analyze the pros and cons for them, which calmed their unrest.

After the succession ceremony, Ruan Feifeng dispatched two Witch Guard teams to the territories of the Jianzhou Jurchen and Haixi Jurchen tribes, attempting to persuade them to join the resistance against the Tatars. The outcome remained uncertain.

Now, Ruan Feifeng holds the dual positions of witch doctor and witch king, and Yang Zhuihui, the behind-the-scenes leader, is naturally the biggest beneficiary. However, he is still somewhat worried about not being able to win over the two major Jurchen branches, Jianzhou and Haixi.

Yang Zhuihui originally intended to see Zhou Buxian's true face, but found that the fake face had completely blended with his own skin. It seems he will never see Zhou Buxian's true face in his lifetime. But that's fine too, as Yang Zhuihui also plans to bring Zhou Buxian back to the Central Plains.

Two days later.

Looking at the blazing sun outside the window, Yang Zhuihui muttered to himself, "I wonder how Xiaoyao is?"

Ruan Feifeng, standing behind him, comforted him, "I have sent out witch guards to search everywhere. I believe we will have news soon, Young Master Yang, there is no need to worry."

"What news is there from Jianzhou and Haixi?"

Yang Zhuihui turned around and asked.

"Not yet, but it should be soon."

"What are the chances of success?"

"The three major tribes rarely interact, so I cannot be sure of the outcome,"

Ruan Feifeng replied truthfully.

"I really hope things here will be settled soon, then I can take you back to the Central Plains to see Qing'er."

Yang Zhuihui held Ruan Feifeng's hand and continued, "You probably think so too, right?"

"I'm a little worried."

Ruan Feifeng leaned on Yang Zhuihui's shoulder and said sadly, "I want to see Qing'er, but I'm afraid I won't be able to control my feelings."

"It's inevitable to see your long-lost biological daughter."

Yang Zhuihui was about to continue comforting Ruan Feifeng when there was a knock on the door.

Releasing his hand, and with Ruan Feifeng's consent, Wu Wei pushed open the door and entered, kneeling down and speaking eloquently.

After he finished speaking, Ruan Feifeng said, "Someone saw Xia Yao."

"Hurry, we absolutely can't let her disappear again."

Following Wu Wei's directions, Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng arrived at Poyun Mountain.

"Young Master Yang, do you remember what I told you a few days ago?"

Ruan Feifeng asked.

"I know, fight poison with poison."

Yang Zhuihui nodded and stepped onto Poyun Mountain ahead of them.

"But it's very difficult to do."

Ruan Feifeng hurriedly followed Yang Zhuihui.

"You should always try when you have the chance."

Besides Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng, they were accompanied by more than a dozen witch guards. Because Poyun Mountain had many forks in the road, Yang Zhuihui sent two witch guards along each fork to search.

"Ah!"

Hearing the witch guard's scream, Yang Zhuihui leaped into the air, using his light-footed skill, like an eagle soaring through the clear sky, his feet treading on thin leaves, disappearing from Ruan Feifeng's sight in the blink of an eye. The defenseless Ruan Feifeng could only follow the remaining two witch guards towards the source of the sound.

Xia Yao released her grip, and the witch guard, his face emitting blue smoke, collapsed dead.

"Xiao Yao!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out as he landed, his heart aching at her violent nature.

"Why did you come looking for me?"

Xia Yao said coldly, the butterfly-scorpion gu on her shoulder leisurely fluttering its wings, its scorpion tail gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"I want you back by my side,"

Yang Zhuihui said as he walked forward.

"Then let me kill all those women!"

Xia Yao roared.

Not daring to provoke Xia Yao too much, Yang Zhuihui could only soothe her, saying, "I've already severed ties with Ruan Feifeng, and we have nothing to do with each other anymore. Come back with me, and we'll return to the Central Plains tomorrow. Then I'll cut ties with Fu'er and the others, and only stay with you until we grow old, okay?"

"I won't believe you,"

Xia Yao said hysterically, "You're a big liar! I really want to kill you too!"

"Trust me this once."

Yang Zhuihui, sweat beading on his forehead, slowly approached Xia Yao, but he was a little worried that she might really harm him.

"Don't come any closer!"

Xia Yao quickly retreated, looking at Yang Zhuihui, her back ached even more, as if it were burning up, and a tear of blood slid from the corner of her eye.

"Listen to me."

Afraid that Xia Yao would run away, Yang Zhuihui stopped and said, "In my heart, no one can ever replace you: I haven't been able to sleep these past few days without hearing from you. If you don't come back to my side, I'll break down, Xiao Yao, come back to my side, okay?"

At this moment, Ruan Feifeng and the other two witch guards had arrived.

"You're still with her!"

Xia Yao roared.

Yang Zhuihui immediately smiled and said, "So what if I'm with her? No man in this world would dare want a woman as jealous as you. I'm doing you a favor by wanting you, yet you're so ungrateful."

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Ruan Feifeng and said suggestively, "She's my woman, she makes love with me every night, I don't know how blissful it is, hehe, how could you possibly understand those things? Of course, if you..."

"Yang Guo!"

Xia Yao was so angry her fists were practically steaming, this time a thousand times more vicious than before.

"What do you want?"

Yang Zhuihui said coldly.

"I...I'm going to kill both of you!"

Xia Yao shouted in a sweet voice, and rushed towards Yang Zhuihui. Her speed was so fast that it completely exceeded Yang Zhuihui's expectations.

Chapter 161, Stripped Naked

"Go."

Yang Zhuihui picked up Ruan Feifeng around the waist, used Eagle Soaring Through the Sky, and rode the wind.

The responsible witch guards drew their spears to try to stop Xia Yao, but Xia Yao was too lazy to kill them. She pushed off with her feet and followed closely behind Yang Zhuihui.

Seeing Xia Yao's anger, Ruan Feifeng hurriedly said, "Young Master Yang, she's about to catch up."

"I never expected that Xiao Yao's power would increase so much after being poisoned by the Butterfly Scorpion Gu. I'm really afraid I won't be able to control her later."

With a twitch of his ears, Yang Zhuihui knew that Xia Yao was close at hand. He grabbed a green bamboo, bent it, and released it. The green bamboo was thrown at Xia Yao.

While Xia Yao dodged the green bamboo, Yang Zhuihui had already landed at the foot of Broken Cloud Mountain. Eight witch guards were rushing towards him, as well as some clansmen standing at the door looking around.

To Yang Zhuihui, these were now all his own people, so he absolutely couldn't let anything happen to them again. He instructed Ruan Feifeng to call them all inside.

"Husband, I'm scared."

It wasn't Ruan Feifeng who said this, but Amur, leaning against Zhou Buxian, who at this moment looked like a complete transvestite.

"Wife, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zhou Buxian hurriedly comforted Amur, kissing him on the cheek from time to time.

Standing beside them, Lu Bing just stared blankly at Yang Zhuihui rushing towards them.

"All of you, inside!"

Yang Zhuihui roared.

At this shout, Zhou Buxian, Amur, and Lu Bing, who were still outside, hurriedly scrambled into the house. The tribe was unusually empty and quiet; even the sound of ants moving house could be heard.

Hearing Xia Yao's footsteps, Yang Zhuihui quickly hugged Ruan Feifeng tightly and ran like a whirlwind towards the basement where Zhou Buxian had once used to raise young Gu.

"Stop!"

Xia Yao chased after Yang Zhuihui as soon as she landed, unaware that she was about to fall into his trap.

Something's wrong! This must be a trap Zhou Buxian prepared for Xia Yao!

Yang Zhuihui kicked open the basement door and rushed down.

The stone well in the basement was now sealed, but the air still reeked of corpses and dampness. Eight sorcerer guards, wielding chains with Taoist talismans and carrying yin-yang mirrors, hid on either side of the basement. They were all dressed in white Taoist robes and hats.

Xia Yao slowly descended, not noticing the sorcerer guards. She coldly said, "You have nowhere to go. Today, I will make you all perish here!"

"Heh, I won't let you harm Feng'er. I still want to take her back to the Central Plains to marry her."

Yang Zhuihui took two steps back, glanced at the Bagua formation on the ground, and continued, "You will never have me."

"Shut up!"

Xia Yao rushed towards Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui flicked a single finger, and a blast of true energy shot upwards, shattering the skylight covered with black paper. Bright sunlight streamed in, illuminating the Bagua formation, and Xia Yao happened to step onto it.

Ruan Feifeng immediately gave the order, and eight witch guards hurriedly surrounded the Bagua formation in eight directions. They all took out Yin-Yang mirrors, and eight pure white beams of light shot towards the top of Xia Yao's head, precisely enveloping the butterfly scorpion Gu at its center.

At the same time, the witch guards threw out iron chains, locking Xia Yao's limbs one by one.

"Ah!"

Xia Yao screamed hoarsely, her back feeling like it was being burned, her expression ferocious, and shouted, "Yang Guo, I will kill you sooner or later!"

Seeing that the formation set up by Zhou Buxian had indeed taken effect, Yang Zhuihui finally breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise he really wouldn't know what to do with Xia Yao. Taking two steps forward, Yang Zhuihui said, "Xiao Yao, you've been bewitched by that Gu. I'm here to save you now."

"Stop pretending!"

Xia Yao was still struggling, but the source of her power, the Butterfly Scorpion Gu, was sealed by the Yin-Yang Mirror. She herself was also affected by the Dao talisman, making it impossible for her to resist. Her struggles were futile. The Butterfly Scorpion Gu flapped its wings at incredible speed, its scorpion tail constantly thrashing, shooting out streams of venom, all of which were evaporated by the light emitted by the Yin-Yang Mirror.

"Tell them to retreat,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

Under Ruan Feifeng's command, eight witch guards fixed the Yin-Yang Mirror to the walls, the other end of the chains attached to barbs on the walls.

After the witch guards retreated, Yang Zhuihui approached Xia Yao and said, "I missed you so much."

"But you were with her!"

Xia Yao retorted angrily, the chains clanging as if about to break.

“Once I’ve dealt with the Butterfly Scorpion Gu, you’ll know your true feelings.”

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Ruan Feifeng and asked, “Is everything ready?”

“Yes, please have Young Master Yang remove Miss Xia Yao’s clothes. Do not obstruct any Yin-Yang Mirrors, otherwise, once the Butterfly Scorpion Gu gains its freedom, Miss Xia Yao will also escape.”

Ruan Feifeng took a bamboo basket woven from bamboo strips from a corner, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. Her hand was already on the lid, and the faint sounds of the poisonous Gu wriggling could be heard from inside.

Walking up to Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui scrutinized this woman burdened with a deep-seated blood feud, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

“Don’t touch me, you bastard!”

Yang Zhuihui felt that this scene was just like on Ruoxian Island. Back then, Xia Yao was poisoned with the lustful poison Zhong Buhuan, and now it was the Butterfly Scorpion Gu. However, the Butterfly Scorpion Gu was ten thousand times more powerful than Zhong Buhuan. If Zhou Buxian hadn’t already set up the formation, Yang Zhuihui wouldn’t have known how to subdue Xia Yao at all.

Using the soul-capturing power of the Yin-Yang Mirror to lock the Butterfly Scorpion Gu, and then using iron chains with Daoist talismans to bind Xia Yao, only that old codger Zhou Buxian could come up with such a plan. Fortunately, Xia Yao didn't fall into Zhou Buxian's hands, otherwise the consequences would have been unpredictable.

Speaking of which, if Zhou Buxian, one of the elders of Shangqing Palace, has such abilities, Yang Zhuihui is really worried that he can't defeat the Palace Master Shao Yuanjie, especially since he has the incompetent Emperor Jiajing as his backer.

Casually untying Xia Yao's belt, the green robe naturally fell apart, revealing her breasts tightly wrapped in white cloth and a white underpants. Her flat abdomen was fully exposed, and with Xia Yao's rapid breathing, her ribs were clearly visible. It seems that Xia Yao is a typical slender beauty; perhaps it is because of her thinness that her breasts appear so delicate.

Without thinking too much, Yang Zhuihui stripped Xia Yao of her green robe and underpants.

"You beast!"

Xia Yao cried out, her legs clenched in shame. Her hairless vulva, however, offered no cover. Her labia were tightly closed, revealing glimpses of pink flesh, and her smooth pubic bone was far more arousing to men than a woman with pubic hair. However, Yang Zhuihui had no desire for intercourse; he only hoped Xia Yao would recover quickly.

Reaching out to caress Xia Yao's fair skin, listening to her curses, Yang Zhuihui smiled. He moved behind her, looking at the black markings, gently stroking them, feeling Xia Yao's trembling. He seemed to understand the hatred and love in her heart.

With a slight sigh, Yang Zhuihui untied the white cloth, casually pulling it open. A pair of not-so-full but proudly erect breasts were generously revealed, trembling with Xia Yao's breath. The nipples were bright red, like cherries just pulled from the water, tempting and delicious. But there were also black spots there, like butterfly wings covering half of her breast.

"She's so beautiful, it's a real shame she's dressed as a man,"

Ruan Feifeng said.

"I'll kill you all!"

Xia Yao continued to curse, struggling even more violently, but to no avail. Bruises appeared on her arms where they were in contact with the chains.

"Feng'er, let's begin,"

Yang Zhuihui gestured.

Ruan Feifeng walked to Xia Yao, put down the bamboo basket, took out a bamboo tube from her pocket, opened it, poured the dark yellow liquid into her palm, and carefully applied it to every part of Xia Yao's body.

Looking at Xia Yao, whose body radiated a faint glow, Ruan Feifeng trembled slightly as she opened the bamboo basket. In that instant, hundreds of poisonous gu swarmed out. Those with wings flew directly to Xia Yao, while those without wings crawled up her calves. Some with the ability to jump leaped onto her like fleas.

Before this, Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng had both been coated with the liquid secreted by the golden gu, so the poisonous gu absolutely refused to approach them.

Looking at the densely packed poisonous gu on Xia Yao's body, Yang Zhuihui was deeply conflicted. He wanted to stop it all, but to bring Xia Yao back to his side, he could only let her endure this pain.

"Don't do this!"

Xia Yao exclaimed, her eyes wide. She screamed hysterically, while the butterfly scorpion gu above her head kept bobbing around, clearly affected by other poisonous gu.

Making Ruan Feifeng step back, Yang Zhuihui faced Xia Yao, reaching out to cover her genitals, his middle finger slowly sliding inside her vulva. After a moment, he felt her honeypot become wet, hot, and constantly twitching.

"You should still remember this feeling. When we went south and discovered you were a woman, I wanted to conquer your body, but your strong personality prevented me from doing so. You were most adorable when you were hovering on the edge of desire and reason." "I don't

want to hear it! I don't want to hear it! You're a big liar!"

Xia Yao closed her eyes tightly, her thin lips bitten red, and tears seemed to slide down her cheeks.

"That time, you stopped to save Ranji and Xuan, and were accidentally poisoned by the aphrodisiac, Zhong Buhuan. Only after visiting the Demonic Healer did I learn how to cure you. At that time, I was frantic, wishing I could exchange my own life for your safety."

Yang Zhuihui exhaled heavily, his other hand moving from her lower abdomen to her breasts. The poisonous Gu worms retreated at the scent of the golden Gu on Yang Zhuihui's hand, clearing a path like snow-white jade.

Grasping one breast, Yang Zhuihui continued, "Later, I brought you to Ruoxian Island and used the Heavenly Immortal Spring to cure Zhong Buhuan. Those days weren't just painful for you and me; everyone on Ruoxian Island was suffering, silently praying for your recovery. You shouldn't forget these things; every single one contained my love for you."

"You're lying! You clearly went to Ruoxian Island to practice martial arts!"

Xia Yao glared at Yang Zhuihui, her eyes bloodshot.

“You are more important than any martial arts manual.”

Yang Zhuihui bent down and took Xia Yao’s nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it. One hand pinched her slightly warm breast, while the other hand slid faster, occasionally touching Xia Yao’s clenched vulva with his fingertips.

“Mmm…mmm…”

Xia Yao’s eyes flickered, and she kept panting, but she was unwilling to respond to Yang Zhuihui’s caresses. However, the honey overflowing from the depths of her vulva completely revealed that her body had begun to respond to Yang Zhuihui.

“I know you like this feeling.”

Yang Zhuihui made an indistinct sound, sucking on Xia Yao’s nipple like a baby, occasionally squeezing her breast to make the flesh of the nipple stand out, sucking it in big gulps.

“Mmm…no…don’t do this…”

Yang Zhuihui suddenly released his hands.

“Hmm?”

Xia Yao was stunned for a moment, but immediately became angry and shouted, “Let me go if you have the guts!”

“Young Master Yang, you can’t stop.”

Ruan Feifeng hurriedly said. Seeing the scene of Yang Zhuihui disciplining Xia Yao, Ruan Feifeng had a physical reaction, and her lower body was wet.

Yang Zhuihui placed the hand that had touched her vulva in front of Xia Yao's eyes and said, "The fluid on these fingers is your love juice. Only when you touch someone you love will it flow so much, so deep down, you love me."

"I do love you deeply!"

Xia Yao gritted her teeth, "But I won't allow other women to share you with me." 05-26

Chapter 162, Birthmark

"Your jealousy has been amplified to an endless degree by the Butterfly Scorpion Gu. Open your heart and think carefully about our past and future. I once said that I am not a monogamous person, but I can guarantee that I will love each and every one of you."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui pressed his fingers, still sticky with her juices, to Xia Yao's lips and said, "Taste the love juice, and you will remember our past."

"Hmph!"

Xia Yao shook her head, ignoring Yang Zhuihui.

Seeing her unwavering resolve, Yang Zhuihui squatted down, playing with her labia. Looking at the pink, glistening vulva glistening with her juices, he said, "That night at the Minister's residence, I tasted this place, just like this. You'll never forget that feeling."

With that, Yang Zhuihui opened his mouth and kissed Xia Yao's vulva, his nimble tongue licking along the cleft, making soft, rhythmic sounds, like a beautiful melody.

"Oh..."

Xia Yao raised her head, becoming somewhat dazed. Feeling the occasional electric shocks emanating from her vagina, she seemed to truly recall that night playing the 69 position with Yang Zhuihui and performing oral sex on him, swallowing his semen—but it was only for a fleeting moment.

When the Butterfly Scorpion Gu began to flutter its wings violently to stop Xia Yao from remembering, her eyes returned to their cold intensity. She felt as if her skin, covered in black spots, was being burned by fire, experiencing extreme pain.

"No, I don't want to remember!"

Xia Yao groaned in pain, the chains with talismans clinking loudly.

Seeing this, Ruan Feifeng felt a pang of pity and said, "This servant will take her leave and wait outside for good news."

Before Yang Zhuihui could agree, Ruan Feifeng had already left the basement, leaving only Xia Yao's groans, the sounds of Yang Zhuihui's oral sex, and the clanging of the chains in the empty basement.

"I know you like this feeling."

Yang Zhuihui's tongue, curled into a cylindrical shape, slowly inserted into the overflowing honey hole.

"No...no, this can't be..."

Yang Zhuihui's tongue would push against the hymen and then retract, pumping tirelessly, constantly consuming the overflowing honey hole. The narrow honey hole was repeatedly stretched open by Yang Zhuihui's tongue, and the labia began to engorge with blood, showing a tendency to curl outwards.

Hearing Xia Yao's moans, Yang Zhuihui simply freed one hand to grab and knead her breasts, occasionally twisting and pinching her erect nipples, stimulating her from both above and below.

"Ugh...ugh..."

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Mirror emitted a buzzing sound, shaking more violently, and the beam of light began to become irregular, but it still shone on the Butterfly Scorpion Gu, preventing it from escaping.

The Butterfly Scorpion Gu began to frantically crash into its surroundings, wisps of black smoke rising from its butterfly wings, and the scorpion tail, which had been in an attack stance, drooped weakly.

"Tell me...you love me..."

Xia Yao choked out.

Yang Zhuihui stood up, stroking her misty hair, which was damp with tears, and said affectionately, "Xiao Yao, I will love you for all eternity, through thick and thin, my heart will never change."

After saying this, Yang Zhuihui sealed her lips with his, sucking on her slightly cold lips, easily prying open her pearly teeth.

"Ugh..."

Xia Yao opened her eyes wide, hesitantly sticking out her fragrant tongue.

Yang Zhuihui sucked on her fragrant tongue, swallowing her saliva, while one hand carefully teased her honey pot.

Xia Yao closed her eyes, hot tears sliding down her cheeks.

Broken, broken, broken…

With eight consecutive shattering sounds, the Yin-Yang Mirror was blown to pieces, scattering fragments all over the ground. The Butterfly Scorpion Gu began to spontaneously combust, crackling and falling to the ground like withered leaves. At this moment, the poisonous Gu left Xia Yao's body and gathered around the Butterfly Scorpion Gu, instantly turning into writhing spheres of flesh.

"Xiao Yao, you're back?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

The love and hate of the past few days had left Xia Yao with no strength to speak. She simply nodded gently, her body going limp, and her head rested on Yang Zhuihui's shoulder.

Hearing the explosion, Ruan Feifeng hurried down to the basement. Seeing the Yin-Yang Mirror shattered, she knew her mission was accomplished. Without saying a word, she quickly untied Xia Yao's chains...

draped a blue robe over Xia Yao, and Yang Zhuihui carried her outside. Ruan Feifeng then lured the poisonous Gu into the bamboo basket, and tucked the white cloth and underpants from the ground into her bosom before leaving.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui head towards his room, Ruan Feifeng handed the bamboo basket to a shaman guard, gave him a few instructions, and followed him.

After placing Xia Yao on the bed, Yang Zhuihui asked Ruan Feifeng to take her pulse.

A moment later,

"Her pulse is stabilizing; Young Master Yang can rest assured."

"But why is this nightmare still there?"

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Xia Yao's arm; the black spots showed no signs of fading, only their color had lightened considerably. "I just looked from behind her; it's practically a replica of the Butterfly Scorpion Gu. The scorpion's tail reached her buttocks, and those wretched wings were even hugging her breasts."

"Is Young Master Yang jealous?"

Ruan Feifeng smiled.

"I'm serious, because if this continues, Xiao Yao won't be able to stand it,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a dry laugh.

“At least she’s back, Young Master Yang, so you don’t need to worry so much. I believe Miss Xia Yao will be the same as before.”

Yang Zhuihui frowned and asked, “Feng’er, from what you’re saying, this mark will stay on her body forever?”

Although reluctant, Ruan Feifeng nodded and said, “If too much time passes, this mark will follow her like a birthmark for the rest of her life.”

“Damn it!”

Yang Zhuihui slammed his fist against the bedpost.

“Don’t wake Miss Xia Yao, she needs to rest.”

Ruan Feifeng hurriedly said.

If this were modern times, modern medicine could definitely restore Xia Yao’s fair skin, but such technology was impossible in the Ming Dynasty. It seemed that Yang Zhuihui was helpless, but at least the Butterfly Scorpion Gu was eliminated, and Xia Yao was back by his side, though she needed time to recover her strength. With

Xia Yao rescued, Yang Zhuihui focused his attention on Jianzhou and the Haixi Jurchen tribe, but he still had to wait for news from the Witch Guards.

As he and Ruan Feifeng walked out of the room, Yang Zhuihui saw several Witch Guards entering the tribe from the entrance.

“A team has returned.”

Ruan Feifeng said happily.

Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng hurried over, and an envoy from the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe bowed to the witch king Ruan Feifeng and began chattering. Yang Zhuihui, who couldn't understand the Jurchen language, could only stand there dumbfounded.

Ruan Feifeng listened to the envoy's narration while answering his questions, and the whole process lasted for half an hour.

"Young Master Yang, the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe has agreed to send reinforcements, but on one condition: they want to redivide their territory after defeating the Tatars."

"That's easy. The Ming territory hasn't been invaded anyway; they just can't stand the Tatars' constant incursions. If we can join forces to defeat the Tatars, we're willing to give them more land."

"Young Master Yang, you misunderstand me."

After a pause, Ruan Feifeng continued, "They don't want more territory; they just want to redivide the Jurchen tribes' territories because they feel each tribe's resources are too limited."

Yang Zhuihui suddenly understood: "That's simple, just trade."

"That's something to discuss after defeating the Tatars. We can discuss it then. Right now, we need to wait for news from the other shamanic guards; they should be back today or tomorrow." "

With Feng'er's help, this trip is truly like adding wings to a tiger. I'll pamper you tonight,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

Ruan Feifeng blushed, wanting to act coquettishly towards Yang Zhuihui, but with her own people all around, she had to pretend to be serious, saying, "It hurts so much, I'll bite off Young Master Yang's manhood, then let's see how you can still commit such acts."

"Then you'll be too weak to bite."

"Who said that?"

Fortunately, the Jurchens didn't understand their language, otherwise Yang Zhuihui would definitely have been arrested by the witch guards, for harassing the witch queen.

After having lunch with the Jianzhou Jurchen envoy, the three found a secluded place to discuss the details of their cooperation. Yang Zhuihui readily agreed to all the envoy's requests, but the decision-making power ultimately rested with the incompetent Jiajing Emperor. But who cared? First, they needed to win them over to defeat the Tatars. As long as there was merit, it would be difficult for Jiajing to disagree.

After settling the envoy, Yang Zhuihui went to visit Xia Yao.

Fearing that Xia Yao would be frightened upon waking, Ruan Feifeng didn't follow Yang Zhuihui but went to Xiao Rou's room to rest.

Seeing Xia Yao's pale lips and still unconscious state, Yang Zhuihui took her hand and gently kissed the back of it. Her eyelashes fluttered.

"Xiao Yao?"

Yang Zhuihui called softly. Xia Yao's eyelashes fluttered even more violently, like a butterfly about to emerge from its cocoon.

Yang Zhuihui leaned down and kissed her forehead, whispering in her ear, "Come back to me, we'll be together forever."

Xia Yao slowly opened her eyes, her eyes brimming with tears. Looking at Yang Zhuihui, she reached out and hugged his neck, sobbing continuously, like a wounded child.

"Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat?"

"I don't want you to leave!"

Xia Yao shook her head vigorously, acting very childishly.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"No, I just want you with me."

Xia Yao sobbed, her voice trembling, "I feel like I've been living in darkness for so long, I miss your embrace, I miss your kisses, I miss everything about you."

Hearing her confession, Yang Zhuihui laughed loudly, saying, "You sleeping beauty, I've awakened you. From now on, you're my woman, understand?"

"Didn't you say that on Ruoxian Island?"

"Saying it again this time means you'll still be my woman in the next life."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Xia Yao, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, saying, "Crying too much will give you wrinkles, so you have to keep smiling."

Xia Yao forced a smile, saying, "I've been too willful these past few days, almost hurting Madam, I deserve to die."

"It's all because of the Butterfly Scorpion Gu, you don't need to worry about it."

“That day I fell into the Gu Well and was surrounded by countless poisonous Gu, but they all fled after a while. I saw a butterfly fly by, and afterwards I felt that I loved you even more, but I didn’t want you to have another woman.”

Xia Yao rested her head on Yang Zhuihui’s shoulder and smiled faintly. “Now that I think about it, I feel so stupid. No matter what the circumstances, you could never be possessed by another woman, let alone me.”

“It’s good that you’re safe. Let’s not talk about those things. I’ll tell you that the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe sent an envoy today and agreed to assist the Ming Dynasty in attacking the Tatars.”

“Really?”

Xia Yao obviously couldn’t believe the news.

"Yes, the envoy is resting. Now we'll see how things go on the Haixi Jurchen side. But there's another very troublesome matter: how to deal with the Dalai Taiji of Guangning Guard. He used Amur to lead us into danger. If he finds out that we've actually controlled Amur, he'll probably be wary of us, and there will definitely be bloodshed."

"You controlled Amur?"

Xia Yao was startled again.

Yang Zhuihui pinched Xia Yao's bouncy cheek and chuckled, "I not only controlled him, I also changed his gender."

"Cut off...that?"

"Cough cough, no, it's just using the power of the snake gu. He's now paired with Zhou Buxian."

"Zhou Buxian, the one from Shangqing Palace?"

Xia Yao was shocked again.

Chapter 163, No Clothing Underneath

Because Xia Yao had been bewitched by the butterfly scorpion gu these past few days, she was unaware of some important matters. So Yang Zhuihui could only narrate the events of the past few days like a storyteller. To avoid upsetting Xia Yao, he skipped over all the scenes of intercourse with Ruan Feifeng that occurred almost daily.

When Yang Zhuihui mentioned using the power of the snake venom to bring Zhou Buxian and Amuer together as a same-sex couple, Xia Yao couldn't help but burst into laughter while clinging to him.

After laughing for a while, Xia Yao finally spoke, "That's disgusting! How can men marry men? And you even let them consummate their marriage."

"Women have two holes down there, men have one, what's wrong with that?"

Yang Zhuihui said seriously.

"It's really impossible."

Xia Yao looked up at Yang Zhuihui's mischievous gaze and said, "The front and the back are very different. The front is for giving birth, but the back isn't; it's for pooping."

"How about we try it?"

Yang Zhuihui winked.

"No way!"

Xia Yao snorted, "I'm not as perverted as you!"

"Shi Le and I have both done it."

Yang Zhuihui grinned mischievously.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Forget it, that's really perverted. I won't try it with you."

Xia Yao was about to speak when her stomach started rumbling, her face flushed, and she dared not speak.

"I'll go get you something to eat."

"Don't go!"

Xia Yao quickly grabbed Yang Zhuihui's sleeve. "I'm afraid you'll leave me. I've lost too much; I can't lose you too."

"Okay, then I'll have someone bring some food in at the door. How about some plain porridge?"

"Okay."

Xia Yao finally let go.

Watching Yang Zhuihui push open the door, Xia Yao was really worried that he would leave her. She stared at the marks on her arm, seemingly recalling her battle with the Ice Gu, Yang Zhuihui's intercourse with Ruan Feifeng, and other scenes. A faint jealousy washed over her, and she quickly pinched her arm hard; the slight pain helped her stop overthinking.

Yang Zhuihui returned to Xia Yao's side and said, "This thing on your body won't disappear anytime soon, but it's very pretty. It's a butterfly; most girls would want one but don't."

"Thank you for your comfort."

Xia Yao leaned against Yang Zhuihui again.

A little over fifteen minutes later, Xiao Rou brought in the plain porridge. Seeing their affection, Xiao Rou placed the porridge on the table, closed the door, and left.

"Her face seemed to turn red just now, could it be that you..."

"No!"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly shook his head, saying, "Maybe I'm too handsome, she's not used to it."

"Dream on!"

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at him.

Picking up the bowl of white porridge, Yang Zhuihui blew on it as he fed Xia Yao. Watching her face gradually flush red, Yang Zhuihui finally felt relieved.

After eating most of it, Xia Yao was full and lay down to rest. Yang Zhuihui held her hand and sang to her at her request. Although it was terrible, Xia Yao still felt it was the most moving music in the world.

After Xia Yao fell asleep, Yang Zhuihui didn't leave. He wanted Xia Yao to see him as soon as she opened her eyes.

When the tribe was shrouded in the setting sun, Xia Yao finally opened her eyes. Seeing Yang Zhuihui asleep against the bedpost, her heart warmed, and she revealed a rare sweet smile, as beautiful as a peach blossom, with dimples. It was a pity that she was still dressed as a man. If she could dress up properly, she would definitely be a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, Xia Yao quickly woke Yang Zhuihui.

"Gentlemen, it's me."

Yang Zhuihui, rubbing his eyes, let her in when he heard Ruan Feifeng's voice.

"How is Miss Xia Yao?"

Ruan Feifeng stepped forward. "I'm so sorry to disturb your rest."

"Madam Ruan, Xiao Yao is fine. Thank you for your concern. I hope you will forgive me for frightening you last time."

As she spoke, Xia Yao clasped her hands in a fist and bow.

"We are all women, so let's skip the formalities. I have two things to discuss with you. The first is about the Haixi Jurchens, and the second is about dinner."

"There's news?"

Yang Zhuihui quickly stood up.

“Yes, there is, but…”

“Rejected?”

“Not really.”

Seeing Ruan Feifeng hesitate, Yang Zhuihui knew something was amiss and quickly said, “Speak frankly, don’t overthink it.”

“It’s like this, they are willing to unite, but they feel that doing so would be submitting to the Ming Dynasty, so they are asking the Ming Dynasty to do something.”

Ruan Feifeng observed the changes in Yang Zhuihui’s expression and continued, “The area where they live, Yushisuo, has been attacked by a sea monster these past few days, and their fishing boats have suffered heavy losses. So they hope that the Ming Dynasty can help them eliminate that sea monster. If so, they are willing to do their utmost to help the Ming Dynasty defeat the Tatars.”

“Sea monster?”

Yang Zhuihui immediately thought of a great white shark, and even felt that the great white shark was opening its mouth waiting for him. After thinking for a moment, Yang Zhuihui asked, “What are your thoughts?”

“The sea monster must be eliminated. Only in this way will the Haixi Jurchens trust the Ming Dynasty. Otherwise, there is no way to unite them.”

Ruan Feifeng said firmly.

“But…”

Xia Yao interjected, “Are we supposed to ask the Ming Dynasty to send a large army to Yushisuo right now?”

“No.”

Yang Zhuihui shook his head. “If we do that, our credit will likely be swallowed up by that old fox Yan Song. The best way is for us to deal with that sea beast ourselves. But I’m actually a little scared. Killing people is fine, but killing a sea beast is no easy task.”

“So, does Young Master Yang mean he agrees?”

Ruan Feifeng asked.

“Yes, do you still have my sword?”

“Yes, I’ve been keeping it safe. I forgot to give it to Young Master Yang. I’ll go get it now.”

“No need to rush.”

Yang Zhuihui smiled. “We’ll talk about it on the day we set off.”

“Then, you two, come with me for a meal, and we can learn more about that sea beast.”

“Xiao Yao, how are you feeling?”

Xia Yao hurriedly got up, only to discover that she was completely naked under her blue dress. Startled, she clutched the dress tightly, her cheeks flushed, looking both innocent and adorable.

Seeing this, Ruan Feifeng quickly took out a white bodice and Xia Yao's underpants from the cabinet, saying, "Young Master Yang, please go out first. This is a young lady's matter."

Now was the time for Ruan Feifeng and Xia Yao to cultivate their relationship, and the sensible Yang Zhuihui naturally stepped out.

After Yang Zhuihui left, Ruan Feifeng asked Xia Yao to take off her blue dress, intending to put the bodice on her.

"Madam, Xiao Yao is still used to being wrapped in cloth,"

Xia Yao said shyly.

Ruan Feifeng took Xia Yao's hand, smiling with narrowed eyes, "You are still young. If you always do this, it will be very inconvenient in the future. If you are wrapped for too long, your body will become smaller or even deformed. In that case, how will Young Master Yang cherish you? So listen to me and wear this. I have never used it before; it's very clean."

"But I'm afraid someone will see it,"

Xia Yao said shyly.

"Your health is important, and as long as you wear your outer clothes properly, who will see your undergarment?"

Xia Yao finally relented, stood up, and turned her back to Ruan Feifeng to remove her blue robe.

Looking at the seemingly still-living butterfly scorpion on Xia Yao's back, Ruan Feifeng's expression turned solemn. She wrapped Xia Yao's undergarment tightly, tying a knot as she said, "I think a woman is most beautiful when she wears this. Being completely naked isn't a big deal; it's the alluring beauty that truly captivates a man."

"Madam seems to know quite a lot, hehe."

"When you reach my age, you'll understand too. What men truly desire is to strip you of your last layer of clothing. Sometimes, letting him have it too easily isn't good." "

But he's already seen everything, and this morning..."

Xia Yao dared not continue, because Ruan Feifeng had been present and had clearly seen how Yang Zhuihui kissed and caressed her. There was no need for Xia Yao to elaborate further.

"Hehe, don't think so much. Young Master Yang is a good man. Come, lift your legs."

Ruan Feifeng bent down and saw Xia Yao's hairless pubic area, saying, "Your lower area is very clean, without any hair, just like mine. It seems we are truly destined for each other."

"Thank you, Madam."

Xia Yao hurriedly held onto the bedpost, anxiously letting Ruan Feifeng help her put on her underpants.

Pulling the underpants tight, Ruan Feifeng also touched Xia Yao's pubic area, saying, "How many times have you and Young Master Yang done it?"

"No..."

"No?"

Ruan Feifeng was obviously very surprised. She had always thought that Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao had already consummated their marriage.

"Hmm, Madam, please don't ask. It's embarrassing."

Xia Yao, whose legs were a little weak, hurriedly put on her blue robe.

"We're both women, what's there to be shy about?"

Ruan Feifeng put her arm around Xia Yao, tied her belt into a pretty bow, and then combed her long hair with a wooden comb, tying it up. She looked Xia Yao up and down, saying, "What a beautiful and pretty girl."

"Will she be able to tell?"

Xia Yao hurriedly asked.

Ruan Feifeng smiled, deliberately feigning seriousness, and said, "At first glance, you look like a pale-faced young man, but upon

closer inspection, you realize you're a beautiful young lady. Hehe, just kidding. No one will suspect you in this attire, as long as you watch your voice." "I know. Actually, I usually use a falsetto, but I don't use it in front of Zhuihui. Madam is one of us, so Xiaoyao doesn't need to either."

Xia Yao coughed lightly and deliberately spoke a few words in a neutral voice for Ruan Feifeng to hear.

Ruan Feifeng clapped her hands and said, "Brilliant, brilliant!"

"Are you two ready?"

Yang Zhuihui knocked on the door.

"We'll sleep together tonight and have a good chat then."

Ruan Feifeng pulled Xia Yao's hand and walked out.

"What about him?"

Xia Yao asked anxiously.

"Then the three of us will sleep together?"

Ruan Feifeng countered.

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui forcefully pushed open the door, leering, "Let's have a good chat about the people's livelihood tonight, but that bed is a bit small, we'll have to find another one to put together."

The two women glared at Yang Zhuihui simultaneously and shoved him out. Yang Zhuihui almost tripped and fell flat on his face.

While eating roasted meat and drinking meat soup, they watched the envoys from the Haixi Jurchen tribe gesticulate wildly, babbling incoherently. He and Xia Yao couldn't understand

a word, but they had to pretend to be serious, at least to give the impression of sincerity. Throughout the meal, Yang Zhuihui couldn't get a word in edgewise, appearing quite bored. Fortunately, Xia Yao occasionally kept him company.

After the meal, after ordering the envoys from Jianzhou and the Haixi Jurchen tribes to be settled, Ruan Feifeng, Xia Yao, and Yang Zhuihui strolled along a shady path near the tribe, discussing the sea beast.

Hearing Ruan Feifeng's description, Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao were both stunned.

"Is it the same one from last time?"

Xia Yao exclaimed.

"It seems so."

Ruan Feifeng's description was exactly the same as the blue dragon ridden by Fei Ji, except that she never mentioned Fei Ji on the dragon's head. Looking at the hazy night sky, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Isn't that sea beast ridden by someone?"

"Never mentioned."

"If it really is that one, things will be much easier."

Xia Yao said excitedly, "Anyway, you just need to go in and out, and she'll leave when she gets excited."

Yang Zhuihui rolled his eyes at Xia Yao and said, "She might fall in love with me and decide to stay on the ground. Then you'll be jealous again."

"I've been jealous so many times, what's one more time?"

As she spoke, Xia Yao pretended to kick Yang Zhuihui in the crotch.

Chapter 164, One Man and Two Women

"This is a treasure, you can't do anything reckless!"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly ran forward, and Xia Yao chased after him.

Yang Zhuihui deliberately used only thirty percent of his lightness skill, but still managed not to shake Xia Yao off. Seeing that Xia Yao was running with all her might, Yang Zhuihui revealed a slightly wicked smile, deliberately speeding up, but then grabbed a purple bamboo in front of him, his body turning sharply. Before Xia Yao could react, Yang Zhuihui was already rushing towards her.

With a scream from Xia Yao, she crashed into Yang Zhuihui's arms.

Holding Xia Yao tightly, Yang Zhuihui chuckled, "My beauty, why did you come to me like this? Do you want to get intimate with me?"

"Get away!"

Xia Yao tried to push Yang Zhuihui away, but he held her too tightly, so she had no choice but to give up resisting, lowering her head like a budding flower.

Seeing them having so much fun, Ruan Feifeng finally felt relieved, but she was still planning her threesome that night. Ever since Xia Yao was possessed by the Butterfly Scorpion Gu, Ruan Feifeng knew she was a person of intense love and hate. If she wasn't taught to share Yang Zhuihui's love with the other sisters, this kind of thing would probably happen again; at the very least, the nightmarish mark would remain.

After playing around for a while, it got dark, so they headed back.

They didn't say anything about whether the two girls would sleep together that night or one boy and two girls, seemingly forming a tacit understanding, and all went to Ruan Feifeng's room.

Just as Ruan Feifeng was about to push open the door, she suddenly grabbed Xia Yao's hand and whispered a few words in her ear. Xia Yao then followed Ruan Feifeng away, leaving Yang Zhuihui alone.

"Where are you going?"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly asked, not wanting to sleep alone tonight.

Seeing that the two women didn't even turn their heads, Yang Zhuihui was incredibly frustrated and had no choice but to walk into the room with his head down.

To his surprise, there was an extra bed in the room, neatly arranged, enough for the three of them to make love. Why were Ruan Feifeng and Xia Yao leaving?

"Women are such difficult creatures to understand,"

Yang Zhuihui thought, lying back on the bed, too lazy to even light a candle.

At this moment, Ruan Feifeng was helping Xia Yao undress. The naked Xia Yao quickly covered her breasts and stepped into the wooden tub, sitting down, feeling very comfortable as the warm water kissed her entire body.

"Is the water temperature okay?"

Xiao Rou asked, peeking out from behind the screen.

"Just right, thank you,"

Xia Yao quickly replied.

"Alright, Xiao Rou, you can go now. We'll call you when you're done washing."

Receiving Ruan Feifeng's instructions, Xiao Rou bowed and left, leaving only Xia Yao and Ruan Feifeng in the room.

"Wash yourself clean so you can sleep well tonight."

Ruan Feifeng scooped up some warm water, sprinkled with flower petals, with a wooden spoon and poured it onto Xia Yao's shoulders. She then massaged Xia Yao's shoulders and asked, "Does this feel good?"

"Thank you, Madam. It should be Xiao Yao serving you."

"Hehe, don't be so polite with me. It's rare to have a sister I can chat with."

Ruan Feifeng's hand moved along Xia Yao's shoulder to the upper edge of her breasts. She said, "Let me massage them for you."

Before Xia Yao could react, Ruan Feifeng had already begun to gently massage her breasts, saying, "These are one of the marks of a woman. You mustn't mistreat them. You're not allowed to wrap them in cloth anymore. I'm really afraid they'll become useless. Also, don't be shy. Massage them whenever you have time, or ask Young Master Yang for help. It'll be beneficial."

Xia Yao wanted to stop her, but then she thought what Ruan Feifeng said made sense, so she just sat there and let her massage her.

"You don't mind if I wash with you, do you?"

Ruan Feifeng asked.

"I can help you scrub my back, Madam."

"Helping each other is fine."

Ruan Feifeng began to undress, and in a moment she was completely naked. Compared to Xia Yao, her figure was much fuller, exuding a mature charm, and her vulva was also much thicker. Her vulva wasn't as tightly closed as Xia Yao's, which was understandable, considering she had already given birth to two children. However, her lower abdomen was still so flat, it seemed that pregnancy hadn't left any marks on her.

Xia Yao glanced at Ruan Feifeng's private parts, then quickly turned her head away, extremely shy.

Ruan Feifeng sat directly opposite Xia Yao, her thighs wrapped around Xia Yao's, and asked, "Have you decided what to do tonight?"

"Whatever you say, Madam..."

"Hehe, how can that be? Let's not talk about that now. I'm afraid Young Master Yang is getting impatient. Turn around, let me give you a scrub first."

Ruan Feifeng picked up a towel floating on the water, smelled it, and said, "I really like this scent, and I believe Young Master Yang will like it too."

"I usually just use plain water to bathe because I'm afraid people will notice my scent. Men don't always smell nice."

Xia Yao, with her back to Ruan Feifeng, enjoyed Ruan Feifeng's back-scrubbing service.

Looking at the brand on Xia Yao's back, Ruan Feifeng rubbed it even more gently, saying, "Young Master Yang told me about your background. I also hope you can take revenge soon, and then be with Young Master Yang as a woman for the rest of your life. At that time, you and my daughter will serve Young Master Yang together."

"But that feels so strange, mistress and servant serving the same man."

"Throughout history, there have been many marriages between people of unequal social standing. In fact, as long as two people love each other, why care so much?"

Ruan Feifeng gently embraced Xia Yao, pressing her whole body against her back, gazing somewhat blankly at the screen embroidered with bluebirds, her hands unconsciously rubbing Xia Yao's chest.

"And what about you, Madam?"

"What?"

"You and Xu... I'm sorry..."

Ruan Feifeng sighed softly, saying, "Forget it, it's all in the past. He already thinks I'm dead, so I absolutely can't tell anyone that I'm still alive. I've decided to go to the Ming Dynasty as the clan's witch king. Although I can't recognize Qing'er, just seeing her once will be enough."

"And then?"

"Who can say what the future holds? Let's take it one step at a time."

At this moment, Ruan Feifeng's hand had already reached for Xia Yao's lower body.

When her hand slid over her pubic bone, Xia Yao quickly grabbed it, saying, "I can wash here myself, Madam, no need to trouble you."

"Let me do it, you'll have to help me wash later too."

Faced with Ruan Feifeng's motherly gentleness and kindness, Xia Yao had no choice but to let go, allowing her hand to roam over her genitals. Feeling her labia being constantly teased by those nimble fingers, Xia Yao felt a tingling sensation all over her body, and could only lean softly against her, enjoying it all.

"You and Qing'er should be about the same age, right?"

"Hmm..."

"Then you can be my goddaughter."

"No, Xiao Yao is not worthy of that."

Ruan Feifeng hugged Xia Yao tightly, continuing to rub her private parts, and said, "I can't acknowledge Qing'er as my mother, and Amur has become neither male nor female again. I only hope to still experience the joy of being a mother. Xiao Yao, you should understand my feelings." "

Actually... I just felt like my own mother was washing me."

Xia Yao's eyes were already blurred with tears. She turned around excitedly, not caring that they were both naked, and hugged Ruan Feifeng tightly, choking out, "Mother."

A simple word, yet it carried so much emotion and sorrow.

"My darling daughter."

Ruan Feifeng cried tears of joy, kissing Xia Yao's forehead twice, and said, "From now on, we're mother and daughter. Remember to tell your mother whatever you're thinking. I'm old enough to advise you on many things, especially those matters of love and romance."

"I'm so confused about that."

Smelling the milky fragrance emanating from Ruan Feifeng's breasts, Xia Yao almost wanted to suckle like a baby.

"Keep your direction in mind. Don't get lost. I'll teach you how."

Ruan Feifeng whispered in Xia Yao's ear.

When Ruan Feifeng pushed open the door, Yang Zhuihui on the bed was startled. Seeing their hair was wet, he realized they had gone to take a bath.

"I've been waiting for a long time."

Yang Zhuihui laughed, his lower body stirring.

"A bath before bed helps you relax."

Seeing that Yang Zhuihui hadn't even lit a candle, Ruan Feifeng lit the candle, tossed her black hair that was draped over her chest, letting it fall loosely down her back, and sat on the edge of the bed combing it. Ruan Feifeng continued, "It's getting late, you two should get some rest. We'll be heading to Yu Shi Suo in the next couple of days."

Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard. Seeing that Xia Yao didn't react at all, he pushed her towards the bed and said, "Why are you still so shy?"

Xia Yao was completely unprepared for the upcoming threesome. Although Ruan Feifeng had hinted at it, she was still at a loss when it actually happened, so she just sat mechanically on the edge of the bed and didn't move.

"Want me to help you take them off?"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"I don't need to, and I won't show you."

Xia Yao took off her boots, rolled over, and rolled to the inside of the bed, saying, "I'm going to sleep."

Knowing Xia Yao wasn't used to it, Yang Zhuihui didn't force her to take off her clothes. He simply stripped naked in front of Ruan Feifeng, his fully erect penis pointing directly at her, twitching several times as if in defiance. Ruan Feifeng, who was so close, couldn't help but tilt her head, glancing at it with a hint of fascination.

"Take it off,"

Yang Zhuihui whispered in Ruan Feifeng's ear. "You need to properly train Xiao Yao tonight. She needs your guidance, otherwise she won't know how to get along with them in the future."

"Okay."

Bearing this important task, Ruan Feifeng removed her clothes one by one. Yang Zhuihui took off her bodice and underpants, and then casually ran his hand along her vulva, causing Ruan Feifeng to groan. Xia Yao, with her back to them, became very uneasy, feeling that Yang Zhuihui was about to make a move on her.

Tonight was destined to be a decadent feast, all for the purpose of getting Xia Yao involved in a polygamous sexual experience. Otherwise, Xia Yao would never learn to get along with her sisters. For this reason, Yang Zhuihui had to become very proactive, and Ruan Feifeng had to become very lewd.

Holding the glans to Ruan Feifeng's lips, Yang Zhuihui said, "Feng'er, open your mouth and take my rod in."

"You're so naughty."

Ruan Feifeng rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui, her red lips slightly parted, her fragrant tongue licking her slightly dry lips. She then kissed the red glans and grasped it with both hands, saying, "It seems to have gotten bigger again, Xiao Yao, do you want to see?"

"No!"

Xia Yao immediately refused, but then wanted to turn back.

"It's really big, warm, and it even moves."

Saying this, Ruan Feifeng opened her mouth and took the entire glans in, sucking hard, making "slurping" sounds, and deliberately making exaggerated moans.

"Lick my urinary spot with your tongue."

Yang Zhuihui put his hands on his hips, but didn't pay attention to Ruan Feifeng. Instead, he looked at Xia Yao, hoping that she could adapt to this lewd atmosphere as soon as possible. If she couldn't even accept serving him with Ruan Feifeng, it would be very difficult for her to serve him with San Niang, Fu'er, Xiao Yue, and Shi Le in the future.

As he was thinking, Ruan Feifeng lightly bit her glans and

said reproachfully, "I'm serving you, but you keep looking at Xiao Yao, as if I don't exist." Seeing Ruan Feifeng's resentful expression, Yang Zhuihui simply sat on the edge of the bed and hugged her, his hands starting to knead her breasts. He said, "I love both of you, but I'm afraid of neglecting Xiao Yao."

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui reached out and patted Xia Yao's shoulder, asking, "Are you sleepy?"

"Mmm,"

Xia Yao replied softly, still not daring to turn around.

Chapter 165, Chrysanthemums in Bloom (Part 1)

"Then let me rest with you."

Yang Zhuihui climbed onto the bed, placed his hand on her slender waist, gently stroking it, and murmured, "It will be very hot to sleep at night, you should at least take off your outer clothes."

Xia Yao shook her head vigorously.

Seeing that Xia Yao was still reluctant to relax, Ruan Feifeng climbed onto the bed and began stroking Yang Zhuihui's penis, which was still sticky with her saliva. She said, "I just recognized Xiao Yao as my goddaughter. Tonight, my daughter and I will serve Young Master Yang together as a reward for your upcoming trip to Yushi. Remember to defeat the sea monsters!"

"Mother and daughter?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Yao, this cold-blooded animal, actually..."

Before Yang Zhuihui could finish speaking, Xia Yao struck him in the abdomen with her elbow, making him almost cry out in pain. He then roughly flipped Xia Yao over and lewdly said, "You hit me, so I'll let a commoner like you taste what it's like to be raped!"

"Young Master Yang, rape me first,"

Ruan Feifeng retorted.

Faced with the uncontrollable arousal of Ruan Feifeng and the insistence on forceful sexual intercourse with Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui was somewhat bewildered, unsure of who to strike first. Looking left and right, he leaned down and kissed Xia Yao's thin lips, murmuring, "Little Yao, I'll show you what we'll have to do from now on, something we've never done before."

Xia Yao blushed, unsure where to look.

"Young Master Yang, shall I be on top?"

Ruan Feifeng asked, her hand continuing to stroke Yang Zhuihui's hot penis.

To allow Xia Yao a clear view of their genitals, Yang Zhuihui chose the lotus position.

With Yang Zhuihui's support, Ruan Feifeng slowly sat down, confirming the glans was at the entrance of her vagina. She then relaxed, enjoying the feeling of her vagina being instantly filled by his penis.

"It's...it's all inside..."

"I can feel it."

Yang Zhuihui kissed Ruan Feifeng's neck, slowly thrusting his penis, saying, "You're so wet and hot inside, it seems you really want me to go inside you."

"It's all your fault, you rascal, I would never have done this before."

Complaining to Yang Zhuihui, Ruan Feifeng very proactively rubbed her engorged clitoris, moaning, "Xiao Yao, it feels so good to be filled like this, I want you to experience this feeling too."

Lying there, Xia Yao wanted to look away, but the large fleshy walls that were constantly entering and exiting her pink honey hole made her body freeze. Her thick labia were sometimes stretched open, sometimes like a mouth holding the penis, and honey juice was constantly overflowing. This lewd scene made Xia Yao feel that even breathing had become a luxury.

Seeing that Xia Yao was attracted, Yang Zhuihui whispered in Ruan Feifeng's ear.

“Xiao Yao, today we become mother and daughter. I’m going to give you a gift that you’ll never expect.”

As she spoke, Ruan Feifeng knelt on the ground, crawling like a female dog, but not letting her penis slip out of her vagina, and even spreading Xia Yao’s thighs apart.

“Godmother, what are you doing?”

Xia Yao was frightened.

“Giving you a big gift.”

Ruan Feifeng had already untied Xia Yao’s belt and skillfully pulled down her panties. Looking at her bulging vulva and tightly closed slits, Ruan Feifeng sighed, “Youth is so wonderful…”

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Ruan Feifeng’s slender waist and slowly thrust in and out. In order to ensure that Ruan Feifeng could complete her task smoothly, he couldn’t thrust too fast, for fear that Ruan Feifeng would be immersed in lust and forget that the protagonist of tonight was Xia Yao.

“Godmother.”

Xia Yao didn’t know what to say, looking at Ruan Feifeng’s beautiful breasts swaying back and forth while covering her smooth vulva.

"Godmother wants to give you a gift."

With a smile, Ruan Feifeng easily disarmed Xia Yao. Looking at the glistening, fleshy opening, Ruan Feifeng bent down and kissed Xia Yao's genitals with her red lips.

"Ah!"

Xia Yao cried out in surprise, completely unexpected that Ruan Feifeng would do such a thing. She had always thought that only men could lick women's private parts, but…

no! Before meeting Yang Zhuihui, Xia Yao didn't even dare to touch her private parts, having been teased by Yang Zhuihui many times. It wasn't until that time in the Minister's mansion, after the 69 position, that Xia Yao learned that men and women could lick each other's genitals. And now, she realized that women could also lick other women's genitals.

Watching Ruan Feifeng diligently working on her, Xia Yao couldn't help but groan.

Compared to Yang Zhuihui's oral sex skills, Ruan Feifeng was far less skilled. However, being a woman herself, she knew the most sensitive areas of the genitals and how to arouse Xia Yao's desires. So, she pressed out the engorged clitoris hidden beneath the soft flesh, her tongue licking it incessantly, making soft, smacking sounds.

"Godmother...no...don't do this..."

Completely rendered powerless to resist, Xia Yao could only submit to his manipulation. Her eyes were fixed on Ruan Feifeng's beautiful breasts, which rippled with each thrust, or her high, rounded buttocks. She longed to see where Yang Zhuihui and Ruan Feifeng were joined, but everything was blocked. She could only hear the sounds of their genitals colliding, echoing throughout the room.

Seeing that Xia Yao was beginning to enjoy herself, Yang Zhuihui relaxed considerably and asked, "Xiao Yao, how does it feel?"

Xia Yao was burning with desire from the licking, and felt as if her internal energy had been completely destroyed. She had no strength left to answer Yang Zhuihui's question, so she could only nod slightly, constantly writhing her serpentine body. She wanted to stop Ruan Feifeng's invasion, but the bone-chilling pleasure made her unable to resist. Coupled with the watchful gaze of Yang Zhuihui's burning eyes, Xia Yao became even more distracted, constantly humming softly.

“Xiao Yao, you smell really good here. I believe Young Master Yang would enjoy licking it too.”

Ruan Feifeng pressed open the slit, tasting the flowing female fluid, her tongue occasionally brushing against Xia Yao’s lovely anus.

“Godmother…you’ll kill me…”

“This is a gift from your godmother to you. From now on, you and Qing’er will serve Young Master Yang in the same way.”

Ruan Feifeng propped herself up and said, “Let your godmother give you a good hug.”

As she spoke, she embraced Xia Yao, her lips beginning to kiss her neck.

Because Ruan Feifeng changed her position, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to change as well, supporting Ruan Feifeng’s body with his thighs, his penis still thrusting wildly inside her honey hole, a combination of the lotus position and the doggy style, but he still couldn’t thrust too hard, after all, he wasn’t the protagonist of this threesome.

Ruan Feifeng stroked Xia Yao's face and said, "Stick out your tongue."

"Godmother...like that..."

"Be good."

Xia Yao, her face flushed, could only timidly stick out her tongue. Before it was fully extended, Ruan Feifeng kissed it and began to suck on it.

"Mmm..."

Xia Yao's eyes widened, and she involuntarily opened her mouth wider to welcome the invasion of Ruan Feifeng's fragrant tongue. She felt that nimble tongue constantly moving in her mouth, scooping up her saliva. Xia Yao then began to imitate her movements, letting her tongue stir in Ruan Feifeng's mouth, gulping down the saliva that Ruan Feifeng deliberately put into her mouth like a thirsty desert traveler.

In an instant, the two women's tongues intertwined completely, like two green snakes in the midst of mating. The continuous moans aroused Yang Zhuihui's lust even more, and he wanted to have sex with them many times over. But Xia Yao was still a virgin...

Ruan Feifeng kissed Xia Yao's cheek forcefully and said seductively, "Do you like this gift from your godmother?"

Xia Yao hugged Ruan Feifeng and murmured, "Thank you, godmother. I know what to do from now on."

"Hmm, godmother's back is so hot. Do you want to try?"

Ruan Feifeng panted.

"Actually... I told Yang Guo that I would only have sex with him after I had avenged my great enemy..."

"I see."

Ruan Feifeng smiled and whispered in Xia Yao's ear.

After hearing this, Xia Yao shook her head violently and said, "Absolutely impossible."

Seeing Xia Yao's strong reaction, Yang Zhuihui asked, "What important matter were you discussing?"

"I told Xiao Yao that we could also do it from behind..."

"Godmother, stop!"

Xia Yao quickly covered Ruan Feifeng's mouth, her eyes flashing.

Yang Zhuihui suddenly realized, "Xiao Yao, you can do

it later too." "I won't believe you!"

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui, but stammered, "If... if you want to try... I'll cooperate..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhuihui almost had a nosebleed, and his penis was pulled out of Ruan Feifeng's wet vagina, bouncing several times.

A strange emptiness made Ruan Feifeng seem a little disappointed, but tonight they planned to discipline Xia Yao, so she could only make herself suffer.

Standing aside, Ruan Feifeng left the battlefield to the two of them, reaching out to touch her vulva, which was muddy and smelled faintly of musk, still warm from the friction of Yang Zhuihui's penis.

"Are you really going to try?"

Xia Yao's eyes widened, a strange fear making her tremble several times. Seeing Yang Zhuihui's expectant face, she knew that everything was about to happen.

“Try it, and stop if it hurts too much.”

Yang Zhuihui hugged Xia Yao and said affectionately, “It’s all up to you.”

“Okay, so what should I do?”

“Lie down, raise your buttocks as high as possible, relax, you can even sing a song.”

“Sing my foot!”

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui, lay down, tilted her head to one side, but kept sneaking peeks at Yang Zhuihui’s big penis.

“Spread your legs.”

Xia Yao glared at Yang Zhuihui several times, but slowly opened her tightly closed legs, generously presenting her wet and sticky vulva to Yang Zhuihui. She covered her face shyly and said, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Xiao Yao’s vulva is really beautiful.”

Ruan Feifeng praised sincerely.

“Godmother… don’t laugh at me…”

Xia Yao said reproachfully.

“It really is beautiful.”

Yang Zhuihui’s fingers slid along the distinct folds of flesh, and strands of honey-like fluid, glistening with lust, wrapped around his fingertips.

Looking at the tightly wrinkled daisy, Yang Zhuihui placed a pillow under Xia Yao's pink buttocks to raise her buttocks higher, otherwise it would be difficult to penetrate her anus.

Actually, for anal sex, having Xia Yao lie face down would be the best choice, but that would be much less interesting. Yang Zhuihui wanted to enjoy Xia Yao's expression, regardless of whether she was in pain or not.

Kneading Xia Yao's slightly dry anus, Yang Zhuihui smeared the lustful fluid overflowing from her honey hole there, gently stroking it, and said, "Remember to tell me if it hurts later."

"Mmm..."

"Young master, you're not wet enough here either."

As she spoke, Ruan Feifeng bent down and took Yang Zhuihui's penis into her mouth, starting to suck on it, while using one hand to manipulate her own vulva, stimulating herself.

"Feng'er, you really know how to serve people."

Feeling Ruan Feifeng's tongue constantly sweeping across his glans, Yang Zhuihui shivered several times, afraid that he would ejaculate from her extremely strong suction mouth. So he quickly focused his attention on Xia Yao's chrysanthemum, continuing to smear honey on her anus, and occasionally trying to insert his fingers.

"Yang Guo..."

Xia Yao hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

Seeing that Ruan Feifeng was sucking happily, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Feng'er, should it be done?"

Chapter 166, Chrysanthemum Blooms (Part Two)

Hearing this, Ruan Feifeng had no choice but to spit out the big meat stick, kissing the red glans with some reluctance, and said, "It's very wet."

"Remember to remind me if it hurts."

Yang Zhuihui spread Xia Yao's thighs wider, and the originally tightly closed flesh slits also slightly parted, like a delicate and dewy rose. The flowing love juice overflowed from the narrow flesh slits, adorning her slightly darker chrysanthemum.

Moving his thigh, Yang Zhuihui's glans was already pressed against Xia Yao's anus. With a slight effort, the glans squeezed in a little bit.

"It hurts!"

Xia Yao arched her back and screamed in agony.

"Young Master Yang, you should be gentler, Xiao Yao. Don't be afraid, your godmother is here."

Ruan Feifeng lay down next to Xia Yao, rubbing Xia Yao's breasts through her bodice, and said, "This should help you relax."

Feeling the penis that seemed to tear her anus apart as it slowly penetrated, Xia Yao gripped Ruan Feifeng's hand tightly and gasped, "If... if it really goes in, I'll die..."

Seeing Xia Yao in so much pain, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to pull his glans out, saying, "If you really can't get it in, then forget it."

"Gently... Xiao Yao can do it..."

Xia Yao hurriedly said, not wanting to disappoint Yang Zhuihui.

At this moment, Ruan Feifeng had already untied Xia Yao's bodice and was kissing her breasts, trying to distract Xia Yao.

Yang Zhuihui then took some honey and applied it to her slightly parted anus, saying, "Remember to tell me if it hurts."

He then pressed his glans against her anus again and slowly inserted it.

Hearing Xia Yao's painful whimpers, Yang Zhuihui was tempted to give up, but the satisfaction from anal sex was far greater than that from intercourse. Moreover, if he gave up this time, conquering Xia Yao's anus again would be extremely difficult. Therefore, he could only try to ignore Xia Yao's feelings and slowly insert his penis.

"Godmother..."

Xia Yao concentrated almost all her strength in her palms, squeezing Ruan Feifeng so hard she nearly cried out in pain.

"Relax, it's almost all the way in,"

Yang Zhuihui reassured her.

"Little Yao, don't worry."

Ruan Feifeng rubbed Xia Yao's nipples with her teeth, then propped herself up to look at their joined bodies. She couldn't believe such a thick penis could actually be inserted, and she felt Xia Yao's anus was sunken in.

"Almost there, almost there."

Yang Zhuihui tried to thrust inside Xia Yao's anus, but it was still difficult; it was very dry inside. It was a pity this wasn't modern times; otherwise, some lubricant would have made things much better. However, he could still manage to thrust, but he felt the foreskin was about to peel off.

“I’ll help you.”

With that, Ruan Feifeng knelt on the bed and leaned down to kiss Xia Yao’s vulva.

“Ah… Godmother… no… don’t do this…”

“Godmother will make you never forget this night.”

Ruan Feifeng parted the engorged labia, her tongue licking the tender flesh, and a trickle of love juice flowed out, mixing with Ruan Feifeng’s own saliva as it flowed towards the stretched O-shaped anus.

When Yang Zhuihui’s penis was pulled out, Ruan Feifeng even kindly spat some saliva on it to help Xia Yao get through the ordeal.

With her vulva being licked by Ruan Feifeng and her anus being penetrated by his penis, Xia Yao was almost fainting from the simultaneous attack on both orifices. She would occasionally giggle, and occasionally let out a painful groan. She was really going crazy from Yang Zhuihui and her godmother.

When Yang Zhuihui's entire penis was inserted into her anus, Xia Yao felt a great fullness in her lower body, but this feeling was too strange. It was like pain, yet also a feeling of fullness, as if something was about to be pulled out. Especially when Yang Zhuihui withdrew his penis, it almost drove her crazy.

As time passed, Xia Yao had almost gotten used to anal sex and began to moan softly with Yang Zhuihui's thrusts.

Ruan Feifeng kissed Xia Yao's pubic bone and said, "Goddaughter, is it very comfortable to insert it there?"

"Godmother has...tried it too...why ask me..."

"You've tried it?"

Yang Zhuihui asked in surprise. He didn't remember ever inserting it into Ruan Feifeng's anus.

"Didn't you?"

Xia Yao was equally surprised.

Ruan Feifeng seemed a little embarrassed and said, "When I was taking a bath last night, I did tell Xiao Yao that Young Master Yang had touched my anus, because I was worried that Xiao Yao would be scared."

"Godmother, you actually lied to Xiao Yao."

Xia Yao's cheeks puffed out.

“Hehe, why would you agree otherwise? It’s alright, I can always take over next time.”

Ruan Feifeng lay down next to Xia Yao, hugging her and stroking her face, saying, “You’re all sweaty, looks like you’ll have to take a shower later.”

“It’s all my fault…”

Xia Yao hugged Ruan Feifeng, whispering, “It felt good in the back, it just hurt a little at first.”

“Don’t lie to me, okay?”

“Really. How about I try it now?”

Xia Yao smiled.

Ruan Feifeng whispered in Xia Yao’s ear, “Actually, tonight was all prepared for you, because Young Master Yang is worried that you won’t be able to handle serving him with other women at the same time, understand? There will be many more such situations in the future, maybe not just two women, maybe several. You’ll have to understand Young Master Yang’s preferences then.”

“Thank you, Godmother, I understand, um…”

“Can I go faster?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Seeing that Xia Yao didn’t answer, Yang Zhuihui increased the speed of his thrusting, his hand even pinching Xia Yao’s clitoris, occasionally smearing it with her nectar and tasting it.

After ejaculating deep into Xia Yao's anus, Yang Zhuihui lay on top of her to rest, occasionally pinching her still engorged nipples.

Ruan Feifeng got out of bed fully clothed and went out to fetch a basin of water to clean the three of them. When Yang Zhuihui used a towel to wipe Xia Yao's swollen anus, Xia Yao trembled all over and cried out in pain several times.

After cleaning, Yang Zhuihui lay in the middle, holding Ruan Feifeng in his left arm and Xia Yao in his right, feeling incredibly happy.

Yang Zhuihui had originally planned to play for two days before going to Yushisuo, but he was worried that Dalai Taiji would find out that he had reached an agreement with the Yeren and Jianzhou Jurchen tribes, so he decided to head to Yushisuo early in the morning, saving his personal matters for when he returned to the Ming Dynasty.

If that sea beast was indeed the blue dragon ridden by the concubine, things would be much simpler, but why didn't the Haixi Jurchen people see the dragon rider on the dragon's head?

Listening to the two women's even breathing, Yang Zhuihui didn't think too much about it, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep as well.

The next morning, Yang Zhuihui was woken up early by Xia Yao.

"Get up, get up, get up!"

Xia Yao, already dressed, pushed Yang Zhuihui forcefully.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Xia Yao frowned and said, "I can't even walk now."

"Why?"

Yang Zhuihui quickly sat up.

Xia Yao walked back and forth a few steps in front of Yang Zhuihui, complaining, "My back hurts so much, it hurts even more when I walk."

"Come here."

Yang Zhuihui held out his hand.

"What?"

Xia Yao sat down on the edge of the bed.

Yang Zhuihui immediately started getting handsy, saying, "Let me see the wound. My saliva has healing properties; just lick it and it'll be fine."

"No way!"

Xia Yao quickly slipped away, saying, "I've never seen such a pervert as you! Last night you actually stabbed someone in the back, and you even conspired with your godmother! I'm telling you, next time you have to stab your godmother in the back too, otherwise I'll feel unbalanced."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say."

Yang Zhuihui pulled Xia Yao into his arms, saying, "Then tonight we'll conspire to stab your godmother in the back, okay?"

"I won't be a bad person."

Xia Yao pushed Yang Zhuihui away again and said, "Hurry up and get dressed. We'll be on our way after breakfast."

"Where to?"

"Fish Lost."

"So impatient?"

"Otherwise, were you planning to stay here and sing every day, then kill me and my godmother every night?"

Xia Yao had already reached the door, pushed it open, and threw out the words, "Hurry up!"

"You seem to have become more lively and cute. Is anal sex really that beneficial?"

Yang Zhuihui smiled lewdly, but then suppressed his smile. He was genuinely worried about that sea beast.

After washing up and having breakfast together, everyone packed their luggage and prepared to head to Fish Lost.

As the current Witch King of the Wild Jurchen tribe, Ruan Feifeng naturally had to stay in the tribe and couldn't go.

Zhou Buxian and Amur, this same-sex couple, absolutely had to go. On one hand, Zhou Buxian's Taoist skills were superb, and on the other hand, they were only under Yang Zhuihui's control, and he was afraid something might happen if they weren't with him.

Of course, Lu Bing was also indispensable; if necessary, Yang Zhuihui could use him as a human shield.

Although Xia Yao claimed to have a sore anus, she was still willing to go to Yu Shi Suo with Yang Zhuihui.

In addition, Ruan Feifeng selected ten strong and capable witch guards as their escort.

Once dressed, they were ready to set off.

Looking at the dashing Yang Zhuihui, Ruan Feifeng handed him the dragon-carved sword and smiled, "Waiting for your safe return. Remember to take good care of my goddaughter."

"I will."

Yang Zhuihui nodded.

"Godmother."

Xia Yao hugged Ruan Feifeng, choking back tears, "I'll miss you."

"It's alright, we'll meet again soon."

Ruan Feifeng glanced at Amur, who was embracing Zhou Buxian, and said, "Amur has committed many evils, and he deserves his fate, but… Young Master Yang… I still hope you can take good care of him, after all, he is…"

"I understand. Even if I don't take good care of him, I believe Zhou Buxian will."

Yang Zhuihui shrugged.

"It's almost time. You should set off now. We can't delay any longer. The journey is long, so take good care of yourselves."

With a command from Ruan Feifeng, the shaman guards shouldered their luggage and bows and arrows and walked at the front, while Yang Zhuihui and the others followed behind. The Jurchen tribespeople came out to see them off, with teenagers jumping and skipping behind them until their parents dragged them back.

Far from the Jurchen tribes, Yang Zhuihui felt a pang of reluctance.

He had come here as a prisoner, but was leaving as a VIP—it was truly unbelievable. The reason for this was all because of Ruan Feifeng: without her, Yang Zhuihui would have long since become a puppet like Lu Bing, perhaps even returning to the Central Plains to assassinate Jiajing, or perhaps already beheaded. This journey of "The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Broken Phoenix" would have ended with the tragic death of a time traveler.

“Xiao Yao, actually I used to love collecting puppets. I think puppets are really beautiful, especially those dressed in ancient clothes. I loved them madly back then, especially the sea…”

Yang Zhuihui smiled faintly and said, “It’s such a happy thing to meet you all.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Maybe you’ll understand what I’m talking about when the story ends. Let’s go.”

Taking Xia Yao’s hand, Yang Zhuihui quickened his pace.

“The end? There’s an end?”

Xia Yao was stunned. “Will we be separated?”

“No, we’ll be together forever, until one of us closes our eyes forever.”

“If Shangqing Palace can really refine the elixir of immortality, maybe we can never close our eyes.”

Xia Yao said longingly.

“Life and death are predestined. So-called immortality absolutely does not exist, otherwise reincarnation would have been reversed long ago. Moreover, life is precious precisely because it is never eternal. If we could never die, what would be the point of living?” 05-26

Chapter 167, Taking Advantage

“You’ve never seemed so serious before.”

Xia Yao smiled and squeezed Yang Zhuihui’s hand even tighter.

“Husband, a mosquito is biting me.”

Amur complained.

"Wife, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zhou Buxian quickly hugged Amur's waist and continued, "If it bites you again, I'll slap it to death."

"Thank you, husband, I love you so much."

Hearing their extremely perverted conversation, Xia Yao got goosebumps all over her body and couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "You're really funny, actually acting as a matchmaker to bring them together."

"Don't you think they're a good match?"

Yang Zhuihui raised his eyebrows, looking very smug.

"It's weird."

Xia Yao glanced at the expressionless Lu Bing and said, "Now Lu Bing is also under your control, it seems that the day I get my revenge is coming soon."

"No matter what you want to do, remember to discuss it with me first. Yan Song and his son are not so easy to deal with, and they have the support of the Shangqing Palace behind them."

"I know, I will listen to you from now on."

Yang Zhuihui casually pinched Xia Yao's pink buttocks and said with a grin, "Does it still hurt?"

"You're being indecent again."

Xia Yao pushed Yang Zhuihui away and ran forward like a happy forest elf.

“She’s really like a different person. I wish it could stay like this forever,”

Yang Zhuihui sighed, following along. Zhou Buxian was helping his beloved wife swat away mosquitoes.

It took them three whole days to travel from Jianzhou Left Guard to Yushi.

During this time, Yang Zhuihui even harbored wicked thoughts about Xia Yao’s rear, but Xia Yao refused, as she didn’t want to walk painfully the next day. To avoid disappointing Yang Zhuihui, she had to relieve his sexual desire with her mouth and hands, and even drank the delicious semen that spurted from his penis.

When they arrived at Yushi, eight young girls dressed in bright red skirts were already there to greet them.

Upon seeing these beautiful young women, Yang Zhuihui couldn’t help but exclaim, “Civilized places are so nice; at least they know how to express beauty.”

Xia Yao, always prone to jealousy, immediately nudged Yang Zhuihui in the chest with her elbow.

Since they didn’t understand the Jurchen language, Amur became their translator. A sixty-year-old man who claimed to be the tribal chief welcomed them into the tribe and explained the information about the sea beasts to them more clearly.

Yang Zhuihui repeatedly asked if anyone could control the sea beast, but the answer was always no. This made him uneasy; he wasn't sure if he or the unsheathed dragon-carved sword could kill a ferocious sea beast.

If it was female, Yang Zhuihui would kill it with his large penis.

If it was male, Yang Zhuihui's chrysanthemum might be in danger.

During their conversation, the food and wine were prepared, and several young women in flowing skirts danced gracefully at the banquet, occasionally flirting with Yang Zhuihui. This annoyed Xia Yao greatly; disguised as a man, she couldn't drive away the girls who fluttered around Yang Zhuihui like butterflies, and two more girls surrounded her, teasing her with feather fans from time to time.

Seeing that Yang Zhuihui didn't restrain himself at all and even occasionally revealed a lecherous smile, Xia Yao gritted her teeth and simply grabbed the girls' hands, making them sit next to her, hoping to provoke Yang Zhuihui. Unfortunately, she wasn't surrounded by handsome men, so how could Yang Zhuihui possibly get angry?

After dinner, they went to the room prepared for them by the clan chief to rest. To prevent Yang Zhuihui from flirting with other women, Xia Yao insisted on sleeping in the same room as him, and Yang Zhuihui could only nod helplessly.

After a restful afternoon, a rather uneventful dinner was followed by a campfire performance.

As a VIP, Yang Zhuihui was surrounded in the center, with Haixi Jurchen girls in exotic clothing holding hands and humming cheerful songs, frequently crowding around him, allowing Yang Zhuihui to take advantage of them quite a bit.

"This is infuriating!"

Xia Yao, standing outside the circle of people, stomped her feet in anger.

Seeing another pretty young woman approach him, Yang Zhuihui pretended to bump into her by accident and casually touched her thigh. He was glared at and quickly withdrew his hand. Anyway, as long as there was that campfire, no one would notice even if he took advantage of her.

After playing around for nearly half an hour, the campfire performance reached its climax.

Several burly men brought over skinned oxen skewered on iron rods as thick as arms and placed them over the fire. Two men turned the iron rods, one applied oil, and the rest shouted incessantly.

Half an hour later, the aroma of beef filled the air, and Yang Zhuihui's mouth was watering.

At this moment, Amur walked to Yang Zhuihui's side and whispered, "Master, this is a farewell gift."

"What do you mean?"

Yang Zhuihui's smugness vanished instantly.

"Someone just said that tomorrow our master will be fighting a sea monster, and usually, it's a one-way trip. So, this grand farewell ceremony has been prepared for our master."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhuihui realized it was a disguised funeral. Although he was a little annoyed, he tried his best to appear happy. After all, the fight with the sea monster was inevitable, so tonight he should enjoy himself. If he could get intimate with those slender alien girls, that would be ideal.

Unfortunately, all of this was wishful thinking on Yang Zhuihui's part. With Xia Yao present, no matter how unrestrained he was, he couldn't possibly succumb to the gentle embrace of the alien girls.

A little while later, the chieftain used a knife to cut pieces of roasted beef, placing them on plates and distributing them to Yang Zhuihui and his guests, as well as the elders of the tribe. As for the tribespeople, they could only watch.

After enjoying the feast, the campfire performance was nearing its end, and everyone began packing up. Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao went back to their room to rest.

Lying in bed, Xia Yao buried her face in Yang Zhuihui's chest and asked, "Are we really going to find that sea beast tomorrow?"

"In terms of appearance, it's the same as the one we saw in Chaozhou, but why is the dragon rider missing?"

Yang Zhuihui, who was a little full, let out a burp and continued, "If there really isn't a dragon rider, maybe I can become its master."

“Absolutely impossible.”

Xia Yao propped herself up, staring at Yang Zhuihui’s face, and said, “In my opinion, you are indeed a top-notch expert, but facing a sea beast whose strength is not even on the same level, I think you should be careful. If it doesn’t work, let’s just go back tomorrow.”

“Then the purpose of this trip will not be achieved at all, and it will be impossible to unite with the Haixi Jurchens. We might even lose the trust of the Jianzhou Jurchens. It’s impossible to defeat the Tatars by only uniting with the Savage Jurchens.”

Yang Zhuihui hugged Xia Yao tightly and said with a grin, “What are you afraid of? I could handle the last one, and I can definitely handle this one too.”

“You’re just comforting me. Anyway, I’m going with you tomorrow. I’ll die with you if you die.”

“Okay, okay. Can you suck me?”

“It’s already hard, really!”

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui, very proactively took out his penis, sealed the hot glans with her cherry-like mouth, and began to work hard. Yang Zhuihui was thinking about tomorrow.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Zhuihui ejaculated, filling Xia Yao's mouth with his semen. Xia Yao swallowed it all, then lay in Yang Zhuihui's arms, quietly enjoying this rare moment of peace. Under

the bright sun, several fishermen were untying their ropes and pushing their fishing boats out to sea.

Normally, the beach, where fish had lost their homes, was filled with children catching crabs and shells, but now there were no children to be seen—all thanks to the sea beast.

"Master, the chieftain told me that as soon as the fishing boats go out to sea, the sea beast will appear, first smashing the boats, then eating the fishermen, and then disappearing into the vast ocean,"

Amur explained. Zhou Buxian held his hand, as if afraid his wife would fall in love with Yang Zhuihui.

"So, these fishermen are prepared to die."

"Because they make their living by fishing. If they can't go out to sea, their livelihood is ruined. Besides, the chieftain has ordered them to go out to sea, even if they don't want to,"

Amur explained.

"Wife, don't disturb Master,"

Zhou Buxian said sternly.

"Sorry,"

Amur quickly hugged Zhou Buxian, pouting, "I was just analyzing it for Master."

Glancing at the same-sex couple, Yang Zhuihui gripped the dragon-carved sword tightly and said, "Thank you for your reminder. I wish you a son for your husband soon."

"He works very hard every night, making me feel like I'm in heaven every night,"

Amur said shyly.

Yang Zhuihui still couldn't imagine the scene of Zhou Buxian penetrating Amur's anus.

At this moment, a fisherman waved to Yang Zhuihui, and Yang Zhuihui walked towards the fishing boat. Xia Yao was still asleep. To ensure her safety, Yang Zhuihui had specially given her some sleeping pills. He estimated that when she woke up, he would already be fighting sea monsters in the sea.

Stroking the blue and gold dragon-carved sword, Yang Zhuihui followed the fisherman onto the fishing boat.

"Take care, Master,"

Amur, Zhou Buxian, and Lu Bing said in unison.

The fisherman poled his boat away into the distance, the vessel swaying precariously, making him seem like a novice. However, his hunched back and thick calluses on his fingers suggested he was an experienced fisherman.

Yang Zhuihui desperately wanted to speak with him, but the language barrier was insurmountable.

Standing on the shore, the chieftain of the Haixi Jurchen tribe watched the fishing boats disappear into the distance, clasped his hands together, and prostrated himself on the ground, praying like a devout believer. The other tribesmen present followed suit.

Seeing so many people prostrate on the shore, Yang Zhuihui felt as if he were about to die.

"How ridiculous! How could I possibly die here!"

Yang Zhuihui slowly drew his dragon-carved sword.

Under the bright sun, the blade gleamed with a golden light, yet it gave Yang Zhuihui an icy chill. This sword was forged with the souls of Yi Liu and Huai Die, and Yang Zhuihui had always treasured it, so no matter how strange it behaved, he didn't care much.

Turning the hilt of his sword, the cold blade reflected Yang Zhuihui's mature face and deep, resolute eyes.

Sheathing the sword, Yang Zhuihui stood at the bow of the ship, gazing into the distance, anticipating the appearance of the sea monster.

The coastline gradually receded from view, and the salty sea breeze constantly filled Yang Zhuihui's nostrils, causing his long robe to flutter loudly, clinging tightly to his strong body, and his black hair tossing wildly in the sea breeze like weeds.

Yang Zhuihui was well aware of the Blue Dragon's attack methods. The Blue Dragon wouldn't foolishly charge from afar; instead, it would attack from underwater. Therefore, his gaze wasn't fixed on the distance, but on what was close at hand.

The seawater reeked of a strong fishy smell and was covered with a thick layer of yellow foam, making it impossible for Yang Zhuihui to see what was happening underwater.

As time passed, the fishing boats drifted further and further away from the fish farm. Yang Zhuihui could only hear the mutterings of a few fishermen nearby and the crashing of the waves against the boats.

Suddenly, a giant wave rose out of nowhere, like a demon baring its fangs and claws, lunging at the two fishing boats on the right.

At the same time, a blue tail rose up, hovered in mid-air, and then slammed down on the fishing boats.

Chapter 168, Wet and Hot:

The fishing boats were smashed to pieces, planks flew everywhere, and a fisherman was thrown into the air by the force.

Seawater cascaded down like a torrential downpour, crashing and roaring. A whirlpool gradually appeared on the surface, expanding and spinning rapidly. Accompanied by the fishermen's screams, they disappeared into the center of the whirlpool.

Seeing this, the remaining fishermen turned their boats around, attempting to escape their predetermined fate.

A roar!

Another giant wave erupted on the surface as a blue dragon raised its head, chewing furiously, blood dripping from its jaws onto the surging waves.

"It really is a blue dragon, and an untamed one at that!"

Yang Zhuihui gasped.

The most important reason Yang Zhuihui was able to subdue Fei Ji was that she couldn't let go; otherwise, the blue dragon would become even more ferocious and savage. Now, this blue dragon was completely untamed, meaning its attack power and destructive force would be even more terrifying than Fei Ji's.

In an instant, a jet of water gathered in the blue dragon's mouth. With a deafening roar, the water jet struck like lightning, hitting the fishing boat in front of Yang Zhuihui.

A massive wave crashed in, soaking Yang Zhuihui to the bone. The overwhelming stench of blood assaulted his nostrils; the fisherman on the other boat had been pierced through the stomach by the water jet, his entrails and flesh splattered everywhere.

Yang Zhuihui wiped the blood-stained seawater from his face, calmly drew his Dragon-Carved Sword, pointed it at the blue dragon, and shouted, "Only by wielding the sword can frost and snow be forged!"

The Dragon-Carved Sword flew from Yang Zhuihui's hand like lightning towards the blue dragon's throat.

It struck, spinning rapidly, attempting to finish the dragon off in one blow.

But Yang Zhuihui was too naive. The unsheathed Dragon-Carved Sword had very limited attack power, and the blue dragon's body was covered in slippery scales. So, after a few spins, the sword slid to the side, flying behind the dragon.

Seeing this, Yang Zhuihui quickly pushed off the boat.

Roar!

The blue dragon roared deafeningly, using its massive tail to lash out at the approaching Yang Zhuihui.

A fierce wind swept in, and Yang Zhuihui hurriedly used his remaining sword sheath to defend against the blue dragon's tail, which was more than ten times larger than him.

With a muffled groan, Yang Zhuihui was slammed into the sea. Falling into the water,

Yang Zhuihui quickly held his breath and swam towards the back of the blue dragon. His goal was to retrieve the Dragon-Carved Sword; he couldn't care less about this behemoth.

The blue dragon roared several times, its head plunging into the water. Seeing Yang Zhuihui swimming backward, it changed direction.

The change in direction caused the current to shift, and Yang Zhuihui almost veered off course. Seeing something flashing a pale white light ahead, Yang Zhuihui swam forward with all his might.

He reached out and gripped it tightly—it was undoubtedly the Dragon-Carved Sword. If he had been any later, it would have been forever sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Before he could even process this, Yang Zhuihui had already surfaced. His head had barely emerged, his eyes not yet fully open, when a powerful pressure descended—the blue dragon's gaping maw was snapping at him!

Taking a deep breath, Yang Zhuihui plunged into the water and swam diagonally downwards.

The blue dragon, having missed its target, became even more enraged and submerged, its giant eyes fixed on Yang Zhuihui as it silently approached.

Yang Zhuihui turned around and gasped, spitting out a mouthful of bubbles.

(Damn it! I can't outrun this monster!) Just

when Yang Zhuihui thought he was doomed, the blue dragon suddenly stopped its pursuit, bubbles rising from its jaws. Then it changed direction and swam downwards.

Seeing this, Yang Zhuihui breathed a sigh of relief and tried to surface for air, but the seawater began to boil, and he was tossed about like a piece of duckweed.

Turning his head, Yang Zhuihui's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

At least twenty blue dragons were rapidly approaching.

(Damn!)

Before Yang Zhuihui could react, the blue dragons charged forward like a raging flood. To his surprise, these blue dragons weren't wild; each dragon's head had a beautiful woman in a fiery red dress and a butterfly-wing mask on it—the same attire as Fei Ji.

Confused, the leading blue dragon lifted Yang Zhuihui up and propelled him towards the surface.

The waves churned, and the slippery blue dragon raised its head, its surface gleaming in the bright sunlight. With a long, triumphant roar, it lowered its head docilely and floated on the water.

Yang Zhuihui, perched on the dragon's head, looked up and saw a pair of burning eyes.

"I told you, I'll appear whenever you're in danger, as long as it's at sea,"

Fei Ji said, turning her head and smiling.

"You came here for me?"

Yang Zhuihui asked curiously.

"Actually… our Dragon Taming Clan is here to capture that escaped blue dragon."

"And its master?"

"An accident happened, she's dead."

Gazing at the plank floating on the sea, Fei Ji sighed, "She made a mistake, letting go outside the territory, and was instantly bitten to death by the blue dragon. The blue dragon fled north, eventually reaching this place."

Yang Zhuihui recalled the last time Fei Ji's horn separated from the blue dragon's. Thinking back, both of them were relatively lucky then, at least they didn't become the blue dragon's snacks.

"How have you been these days, young master?"

Fei Ji asked, unable to let go of his grip, she could only stand and speak to Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui stood up, glanced at Fei Ji's mature and alluring body, then pressed himself against her from behind, saying, "Peaceful and uneventful, yet also dramatic, I don't know how to describe it."

"Young master, please don't touch me!"

Fei Ji suddenly cried out.

Yang Zhuihui had thought Fei Ji wanted to make love to him, but unexpectedly, he was firmly rejected, so he had no choice but to take a step back and ask, "What's wrong?"

“There are other members of our tribe. We can’t let them see us being intimate, or the young master will be executed.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhuihui’s previously erect penis instantly went limp, and he didn’t know what to say.

At this moment, a blue dragon surfaced, floating upside down like a dead fish, its body covered in blood, constantly emitting mournful cries.

Looking at this blue dragon covered in bite marks, Yang Zhuihui frowned. The fragility of life was too stark. One second, this blue dragon was the overlord of the sea, and the next second, it lay dead in the sea.

There is always someone stronger than the strong.

At the same moment, more than twenty blue dragons floated up around the concubine. Several graceful dragon-riding beauties made Yang Zhuihui almost have a nosebleed. Moreover, because they had been soaking in the water, their red clothes were wet and clung to their delicate bodies, revealing their curves, and even the outlines of their private parts were clearly visible.

“Mission complete, I should go back now. I’ll see you off.”

Fei Ji spoke to the other dragon riders and then steered the blue dragon towards the direction of Yu Shi Suo.

The five remaining fishermen, upon seeing the blue dragon, were so terrified they collapsed onto their fishing boat, too afraid to move.

"Take them with you,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

"Easy,"

Fei Ji nodded, then had the blue dragon use its body to push the fishing boat towards Yu Shi Suo.

The fishermen, completely unaware of what was happening, simply stared blankly at Yang Zhuihui and Fei Ji atop the dragon's head, not daring to breathe.

Yang Zhuihui pinched Fei Ji's soft buttocks and said, "Are you going back soon?"

"Yes, I can't keep my people waiting too long. Maybe there will be another chance next time,"

Fei Ji said sadly.

"I kind of miss your wet and hot place."

Faced with Yang Zhuihui's teasing, Fei Ji, who longed to make love with him, could only feel helpless.

When the Haixi Jurchen people on the shore saw the blue dragon slowly approaching, they all retreated in fear, except for Xia Yao, who stood on the shore.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui return safely, Xia Yao breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "What a worrying pervert."

The fishing boat was pushed ashore by the blue dragon, which then lowered its head, touching the ground to let Yang Zhuihui disembark.

"I hope we can meet again,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled, then leaped onto the beach.

Ji nodded and said, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The blue dragon gradually disappeared into the distance, but the residents still stood at a distance, not daring to approach, unaware of what had happened, and even looking at Yang Zhuihui with fear.

"Bastard!"

Xia Yao stomped hard on Yang Zhuihui's foot.

"I almost died!"

Yang Zhuihui said irritably.

"I said if we're going to die, we'll die together. If you dare to treat me like this again, I'll cripple you! Humph, I was almost worried to death..."

Xia Yao wanted to give Yang Zhuihui a good scolding, but she began to choke up.

With so many people around, Yang Zhuihui didn't dare to be too intimate with Xia Yao, who was disguised as a man. He could only say, "It won't happen again next time, I promise you."

"Nobody believes you!"

Xia Yao snorted and turned her head away, her vision a little blurry.

At this moment, the surviving fishermen recounted Yang Zhuihui's heroic deeds to the arriving tribal chief, describing them in fantastical terms. They almost worshipped Yang Zhuihui as a god.

Having successfully eliminated the sea monster, the Haixi Jurchen tribe decided to unconditionally unite with the Ming Dynasty to resist the Tatars, entirely out of their reverence for Yang Zhuihui.

In feudal times, a human who could defeat a sea monster would naturally be regarded as a god-like existence. Moreover, Yang Zhuihui's deeds would spread among the other two Jurchen tribes, and even further afield, laying a foundation for his future hegemony. Of course, it could also bring him death.

After staying overnight at Yushi, Yang Zhuihui and his party set off back to the Wild Man tribe.

With the three Jurchen tribes finally dealt with, Yang Zhuihui's biggest headache now was the Dalai Taiji, who had framed him. He had to deal with the Dalai Taiji as soon as possible, ensuring he wasn't on guard. Yang Zhuihui already had a plan for this.

Back at the wild tribe, that night Yang Zhuihui engaged in passionate lovemaking with Ruan Feifeng and Xia Yao until midnight. Xia Yao naturally offered her genitals again, while Ruan Feifeng's genitals remained untouched.

The next day, they prepared to return to the Central Plains.

With preparations complete, they ascended Poyun Mountain.

The group mainly consisted of Yang Zhuihui, Xia Yao, Ruan Feifeng, Xiao Rou, Amur, Zhou Buxian, Lu Bing, the Haixi Jurchen envoy, the Jianzhou Jurchen envoy, and eight shamanic guards escorting them.

Five days later, at the Dalai Taiji's camp in Guangning Guard.

At this moment, a man dressed in a long, wide, straight robe that reached his ankles stood before the main tent, gazing at a group of people not far away. His robe, with its side slits and gold trim on the collar and cuffs, highlighted his identity; he was none other than the Dalai Taiji who had feigned welcome to Yang Zhuihui and his companions.

Amur walked at the front, while Yang Zhuihui and the others were surrounded like prisoners by the guards.

As they approached, the guards standing beside the Dalai Taiji drew their broadswords.

"Everything is proceeding according to plan. They've all been infected with snake poison and are now under my control,"

Amur said.

The Dalai Taiji waved his hand, and the guards sheathed their swords. With a smile, the Dalai Taiji embraced Amur, saying, "Good brother, you've done a great job."

"Being infected with snake poison means they can't be in the sun for long, so could we let them in?"

"Of course,"

the Dalai Taiji stepped aside.

Entering the Dalai Taiji's tent, Yang Zhuihui revealed a cold smile.

Outside the tent, the Dalai Lama exchanged a few pleasantries with Amur before entering, eager to see Amur's masterpiece.

"I'm very satisfied,"

the Dalai Lama said, clapping his hands as he looked at Yang Zhuihui, Xia Yao, Lu Bing, and the others. "As long as they are under our control, the Ming Dynasty will be completely finished. I really want to see the assassination attempt on the Jiajing Emperor."

Chapter 169, Reunited with Beauties

. "Like this,"

Yang Zhuihui suddenly drew his dragon-carved sword and pressed it against the Dalai Lama's Adam's apple.

"Come on..."

"If you scream again, I'll castrate you!"

Xia Yao threatened.

The Dalai Taiji immediately lost his spirit, staring at Amur and demanding, "Why did you betray me? We're brothers!"

"Uh… Great Dalai Taiji, I forgot to tell you, it wasn't me who was afflicted by the snake poison, it was him,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile, pulling a bamboo tube from his pocket with his other hand. "You and Amur are brothers. He's been afflicted by the snake poison, you should accompany him."

"Please, I'll do anything you ask, I don't want to become like that,"

the Dalai Taiji pleaded, his legs trembling.

"I still remember your righteous words, saying you would help the Ming Dynasty and completely eradicate the Tatars. Do you remember?"

"I… I remember…"

"But it was all a lie."

Yang Zhuihui turned his sword, the hilt striking the Dalai Taiji's neck. With a thud, the Dalai Taiji fell face-first into the mud, but dared not resist.

"Talking to someone like him is a waste of breath,"

Xia Yao said.

"Young Master Yang, what Xiao Yao says is true,"

Ruan Feifeng nodded.

“That’s right.”

Yang Zhuihui’s eyes darted around. “Amur, you take them out first. I’ll plant the Gu first, then I’ll go find you. Zhou Buxian, you stay here.”

“He’s going to do something bad again.”

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and pulled Ruan Feifeng’s hand to leave.

“I’ll do it to you tonight,”

Yang Zhuihui teased.

After they all left, Yang Zhuihui ordered Dalai Taiji to open his mouth. He pulled out the plug, and the white snake Gu slithered into his mouth as if it had found a safe haven.

“Mmm…”

Dalai Taiji rolled on the ground, his eyes fixed on the tent entrance a few steps away. His head throbbed with pain, and he couldn't even scream. His vision was slowly being obscured by blood, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

Planting the Gu poison also takes time, and Yang Zhuihui, a man who disliked procrastination, ordered, "Zhou Buxian, treat him like your wife, and insert it from behind."

"But my wife is outside. If he finds out I'm philandering, that won't be good,"

Zhou Buxian whispered.

"I'm your master. I tell you to do it, so do it. Don't be so wishy-washy,"

Yang Zhuihui said coldly.

Back then, Yang Zhuihui had been forced by Zhou Buxian to have sex with the female savage and had been beaten by Zhou Buxian and Amur multiple times. Now, it would be unreasonable not to use them as punching bags. Since Zhou Buxian frequently violated Amur's anus, then from now on, he would be Yang Zhuihui's fierce anal-violating general!

Any man, regardless of height or weight, who dared to defy Yang Zhuihui, would be subject to Zhou Buxian's ruthless and ethereal anal-rape.

Yang Zhuihui pointed at the Dalai Taiji, and Zhou Buxian had no choice but to begin.

Yang Zhuihui had absolutely no interest in watching men rape each other; what he wanted was for the other man to be abused by another man. This kind of behavior would be a fatal blow to his self-esteem, but it probably made no difference to the Dalai Taiji, who was about to become a puppet.

Glancing at Zhou Buxian, seeing that he had already begun to thrust like a dog, Yang Zhuihui turned his back to them.

A moment later, seeing Zhou Buxian shiver...

After getting ready, Yang Zhuihui met the expressionless Dalai Taiji's gaze and successfully subdued him.

"From today onwards, you will be stationed in Guangning Guard as my subordinate. You may only act upon my orders, and you must never obey the orders of anyone other than me,"

Yang Zhuihui said sternly.

"Yes,"

the Dalai Taiji replied, his face covered in blood, wiping it with his sleeve.

Having dealt with the Dalai Lama, Yang Zhuihui's expedition was a resounding success. However, upon returning, he would face even more bloodshed. Yan Song and his son, the Shangqing Palace, and even Xu Jie might become his enemies!

Stepping out of the tent, he was met with Xia Yao's unfriendly gaze. Yang Zhuihui shrugged and stepped aside.

The Dalai Lama stepped forward and said, "I will definitely obey."

"What a polite fellow."

Yang Zhuihui smiled and continued, "We should continue our journey; they're all getting impatient."

Xia Yao stuck out her tongue, tightened her grip on Ruan Feifeng's hand, and muttered, "That lecherous man, only thinking about women, he'll definitely forget all about us when we get back."

"Young Master Yang shouldn't be that kind of person,"

Ruan Feifeng said.

"Let's go,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

"Really!"

Xia Yao angrily ran ahead.

"Young Master Yang, you've upset Xiao Yao again."

Ruan Feifeng shook her head helplessly and whispered, "The marks on her body haven't disappeared yet, you can't act recklessly. If the Butterfly Scorpion Gu is reborn, without the aid of the formation, you'll probably have to beg for mercy on your knees."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui's smile immediately vanished, and he said as he walked, "That's what I was most worried about. The color of the marks has faded, but the veins are still very clear."

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that. Everything is going smoothly now, and I'll be able to see Qing'er soon, it's truly something to look forward to."

"I miss them too."

Yang Zhuihui gripped the Dragon-Carved Sword tightly and hurriedly caught up with Xia Yao.

Five days later, outside Dushi City.

Looking at Dushi City so close at hand, Yang Zhuihui was filled with emotion. He felt like he had been away for several years, but in fact, it had only been a little over half a month. Perhaps it was because so many things had happened along the way?

"My lovers!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out in his heart, his mouth practically watering. He could almost see the mermaid sisters serving him, the coy resistance of Third Sister, and the allure of Fu'er, a young woman experiencing love for the first time.

Of course, the image of teasing the adorable younger sister, You Shu, was also indispensable.

Thinking of these beauties with their unique charms, Yang Zhuihui wished he could sprout wings and fly to their side. Uh... wait...

Yang Zhuihui was startled when his vision was suddenly blocked by something.

"Silly bird,"

Yang Zhuihui called out.

The three-headed phoenix flapped its wings and flew over, its body emitting a faint golden light. Bathed in the morning sun, it appeared sacred and inviolable, like a divine bird from the celestial realm.

With a low cry, the three-headed phoenix landed on the ground, chirping joyfully, and then rushed towards Yang Zhuihui.

"Hey, wait!"

Before he could stop the three-headed phoenix's affectionate actions, Yang Zhuihui was tackled to the ground, the three-headed phoenix's heavy body immediately pressing down on him.

"Master! Master! I missed you so much!

" Yang Zhuihui, who had almost suffocated from being crushed, barely managed to crawl out and tapped the three heads of the three-headed phoenix in turn, saying, "You almost murdered me."

The three-headed phoenix, looking a little shy, kept scratching the sand with its claws and nudging Yang Zhuihui's chest with its head.

"Young Master Yang actually possesses such a divine bird."

Ruan Feifeng couldn't help but exclaim. At this moment, she was already wearing the tiger-shaped mask symbolizing her status as the Witch King.

"Let's go back first, they're all getting impatient."

Yang Zhuihui patted the three-headed phoenix's back.

"Pervert, he'll definitely leave me aside."

Xia Yao muttered.

As soon as the city gate opened, Yang Zhuihui saw several familiar faces.

Wu Sanniang, Guo Fu, Xiaoyue, Shi Le, and Guo Jing, but he didn't see Huang Rong and You Shu.

“Young Master Yang.”

Wu Sanniang, veiled in a thin gauze, nodded and smiled, suppressing her inner joy.

Guo Fu, somewhat shyly, approached Yang Zhuihui, stood before him, and said coquettishly, “Husband, you’re finally back.”

Looking at Guo Fu’s docile demeanor, Yang Zhuihui began to wonder if she missed their lovemaking. He wanted to tease her, but in public, he had to restrain himself. No matter, he’d make Guo Fu moan with ecstasy tonight.

Leaning close to Guo Fu’s ear, Yang Zhuihui whispered, “After so many days apart, remember to serve me well tonight.”

Guo Fu’s face flushed red, she glared at Yang Zhuihui, and retreated to her godmother, Wu Sanniang.

“I thought you were dead,”

Shi Le, always outspoken, yawned.

"It's good that Young Master Yang is back,"

Xiaoyue whispered, still looking as shy as ever, the opposite of Shi Le.

After the four women finished their greetings, Guo Jing pulled Yang Zhuihui into his arms, patting his back, and asked, "Was the trip smooth?"

Hearing his slightly coquettish voice, Yang Zhuihui was startled, only then remembering that Guo Jing was now a eunuch, and hurriedly replied, "Everything went smoothly. I'll discuss the details with my father-in-law when we get back. By the way, where's my mother-in-law?"

"She's taking care of the child and can't go out easily. You'll see her when we get back,"

Guo Jing coughed, trying to sound hoarse. Unfortunately, it was too late now. His stubble had completely disappeared, his chin was smooth, and his movements had become somewhat feminine; it seemed he was slowly undergoing gender reassignment surgery.

On the way back to the General's Mansion, Yang Zhuihui inquired about Yushu's recent situation. Learning that she missed him so much that she had secluded herself at home, Yang Zhuihui felt a pang of pain in his heart, and the blood-stained past involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Guo Jing was in charge of settling the guests, while Yang Zhuihui headed towards Yushu's room.

Reaching the door, Yang Zhuihui saw Saya, dressed in a plain kimono, pacing back and forth.

"Yang-kun!"

Saya rushed towards Yang Zhuihui as if grasping at a straw, tightly grabbing his hand and crying out, "If you don't come back, the princess will go mad! She doesn't recognize anyone anymore!"

"I'll go see."

Pushing open the door, Yang Zhuihui saw a beautiful woman in a floral kimono sitting on the bed, holding a shamisen. She was radiant and captivating, her kimono half-open, revealing her smooth, jade-like skin and a hint of deep cleavage.

Seeing that Yushu didn't react at all, Yang Zhuihui coughed lightly.

"Hmm?"

Yushu looked up, her eyes wide open as if she had seen an alien. She then put down her shamisen, tears welling up in her eyes. Like seeing a long-lost relative, she ran towards Yang Zhuihui, throwing herself into his arms and bursting into tears, pounding his chest with her small fists.

Saya leaned against the door, sighing, "It seems that in this world, only Yang-jun is the one who can bring happiness to the princess."

"I'm sorry, I've been away for too long, but now that I'm back, I'll never leave again,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

"Brother is so bad! Yuuki thought brother didn't want me anymore! So bad, so bad! Brother is a big bad guy!"

Yuuki cried, pounding Yang Zhuihui's chest, then wrapped her arms around his waist, sobbing softly.

"Alright, stop crying, or no one will want you later,"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"Yuuki will marry brother in the future. Brother is my man, my man for life. Yuuki will also have children for brother."

Yuuki looked up, her eyes still glistening with tears, but a rare smile appeared on her face, her cherry lips pouting, giving one the urge to nibble on them.

Pulling You Shu to sit on the edge of the bed, Yang Zhuihui pulled her into his arms, kissed her forehead, and said, "Now that your brother is back, You Shu must be happy, otherwise your brother will leave again." "

No!"

You Shu nestled into Yang Zhuihui's arms, shaking her head vigorously, and said, "Brother must stay with me forever. I won't allow brother to leave, or You Shu will kill herself in front of you."

"Then you have to be good, so that people will like you, and your brother won't leave you."

Yang Zhuihui wiped away the tears from the corners of You Shu's eyes and said, "You look so haggard. Have you not eaten anything these days?"

Chapter 170, Huang Rong Breastfeeding

"Because I see strangers every day, You Shu is afraid they are bad people."

You Shu puffed out her cheeks and said coquettishly, "As long as brother is with You Shu, You Shu can eat anything."

"Really?"

Yang Zhuihui raised his eyebrows.

"Yes."

You Shu nodded very seriously.

Yang Zhuihui pulled You Shu's hand and placed it between his legs, his penis gradually becoming erect. He chuckled, "Then eat this."

"What is it?"

You Shu seemed a little confused, her hand slowly stroking Yang Zhuihui's penis before she reached to undo his belt, wanting to see what that hot thing was.

"Don't eat it now, brother will teach you next time."

Yang Zhuihui stopped You Shu's actions, because Saya by the door was already furious.

"Okay, then remember to tell me when you want me to eat it, okay? You Shu will eat anything brother tells you to."

You Shu smiled shyly, playing with Yang Zhuihui's hair.

"Can you only remember me now?"

"Yes."

"I know."

Yang Zhuihui sighed slightly, kissed You Shu's smooth forehead several times, and said in a raised voice, "Saya, go prepare some food for You Shu."

"Yes."

Soon, Saya came in carrying a bowl of fish porridge.

"Her name is Saya, she's your good sister, you can't forget her."

Yang Zhuihui introduced her.

Yuuki scrutinized Saya intently, muttering, "Saya, sister, forget... um, I won't forget."

Putting down the fish porridge, Saya chuckled dryly, "I'll forget in a moment. I'm used to it. Although I don't want the princess to remember the past, this feeling of being forgotten is really unbearable."

"Don't say these things in front of Yuuki,"

Yang Zhuihui interrupted.

"Yes, Yang-kun, I'm outside. Call me if you need anything."

Saya smiled and withdrew.

Scooping up fish porridge and feeding Yuuki, Yang Zhuihui occasionally wiped her lips. Looking at the mature yet composed Minagawa Yuuki, Yang Zhuihui's lips curled into a smile. He really wanted to strip her naked and experience the pleasure of defilement on her mature body.

Actually, defilement of Yuuki should be very simple, but Yang Zhuihui felt he couldn't do it now. If he got her pregnant, he feared the world would condemn him, and Yuuki was incapable of taking care of herself; raising a child would be an impossible task for her.

After feeding her the porridge, Yang Zhuihui instructed Saya to prepare hot water for Yuuki to take a bath, and then he made an excuse to leave temporarily.

He knocked on Huang Rong's door, and after receiving her permission, Yang Zhuihui went in.

At this moment, Huang Rong was breastfeeding You Rong. Since Yang Zhuihui had seen her breastfeeding the previous two times, she didn't try to hide it this time. While stroking You Rong's face, which was as smooth as a peeled egg, she looked at Yang Zhuihui who had walked in and smiled, "Guo'er, did the trip go smoothly?"

Looking at Huang Rong's moist nipples being suckled by Xiang'er, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. He said, "Everything is settled. The three major branches of the Jurchen tribe are all willing to lend a hand to the Ming Dynasty. The Dalai Lama has also agreed. Now it mainly depends on Jiajing."

"Heroes have always emerged from among the young. Guo'er, it seems that your mother was right about you, but..."

"Mother, please speak frankly. Guo'er is listening."

Yang Zhuihui was not only listening but also watching. He wanted to take You Rong's place and conquer Huang Rong's breasts with his superb tongue skills. He was also wondering whether the baby suckling would make Huang Rong produce lustful fluids.

“Judging from the current situation, Guo’er’s career can be considered relatively smooth sailing, and Jiajing may even bestow further honors upon him this time. However, there are some things I must tell you first.”

Seeing Yang Zhuihui staring at her chest, Huang Rong’s heart raced. She subconsciously pulled up her collar to conceal her almost half-naked breasts and continued, “Currently, the power of the court is mainly concentrated in the hands of Yan Song, the Minister of Personnel. If Guo’er wants to rise through the ranks, he must rely on him.”

“Impossible.”

Yang Zhuihui immediately denied it. “That dog Yan Song, how could I, Yang Guo, possibly curry favor with him? Aunt, you underestimate me.”

Huang Rong smiled with relief and said, “I am relieved that you can say these words. Actually, Jing-gege and I were very worried that you would submit to that old fox Yan Song, because…”

Huang Rong hesitated for a moment and said, “There are some things I cannot tell you now. We will talk about them later. You need to prepare for your trip to the capital. Jiajing will definitely summon you overnight once he knows you have returned.”

"I want to stay in Dushi City a few more days and spend more time with everyone,"

Yang Zhuihui said helplessly.

"These days, Fu'er hasn't been eating or drinking. Spend some time with her tonight, okay?"

Seeing that You Rong had finished eating, Huang Rong put her in her swaddling clothes.

While they were talking, Yang Zhuihui kept staring at her breasts, which were gleaming slightly. Perhaps because she was too focused on You Rong, Huang Rong didn't notice that her clothes were wide open, and her breasts, which were partially covered by a purple-blue bodice, really excited Yang Zhuihui.

After covering the baby up, Huang Rong pulled her clothes tighter and glanced at Yang Zhuihui. Seeing his wolfish expression, Huang Rong's heart trembled, but she also felt very disappointed. Now that Guo Jing was a eunuch, Huang Rong, who was burning with desire, couldn't find release at all. She could only occasionally relieve herself with her hands, but her hands were really much worse than a penis.

"Go and keep Fu'er company,"

Huang Rong gestured.

"I understand, Mother, take care."

Yang Zhuihui nodded and left.

"Fu'er is so lucky,"

Huang Rong sighed, seemingly recalling the day she stumbled upon Yang Zhuihui and her daughter being affectionate.

As Huang Rong had expected, at noon, the General's Mansion received a message by carrier pigeon from the palace, requesting Yang Zhuihui to go to the capital the next day. Upon hearing this news, Guo Fu, Shi Le, Wu San Niang, and the other girls were all very disappointed. You Shu, Yang Zhuihui's younger sister who was extremely dependent on him, even cried while eating, and it took Yang Zhuihui a long time to calm her down.

He was going to the capital the next morning, and it had been too long since he had been intimate with them, so Yang Zhuihui naturally wanted to make the most of the remaining time.

After lunch, he first exhausted Guo Fu, then ran to Xiao Yue and Shi Le's room to bathe with them. He then used doggy style and Guanyin sitting on a lotus position to have sex with Xiao Yue and Shi Le. Faced with the insatiable Shi Le, Yang Zhuihui, who had already ejaculated once on Guo Fu, wanted to escape, but he still defeated Shi Le, making her orgasm twice in a row. After the battle, Yang Zhuihui carried them to bed to rest, but as a male prostitute, he still had a mission to complete.

Entering Wu Sanniang's room, he saw Wu Sanniang embroidering.

"I've come."

Yang Zhuihui smiled somewhat lewdly.

"Young Master Yang... Husband..."

Wu Sanniang hurriedly put down her work, got up and closed the door, and deliberately looked outside, afraid that someone would see her.

"Did you miss me?"

Yang Zhuihui asked with a grin.

"Mmm."

Wu Sanniang, not good with words, nodded and said, "I think about you every day. My husband seems to have lost weight?"

Grasping Wu Sanniang's slender hand, he pulled down her veil, revealing a face of rosy cheeks and green hair, as beautiful as a fairy. Yang Zhuihui's heart stirred, and he swept her up and pressed her onto the bed, saying, "I've grown thin for you, my clothes grow looser, but I don't regret it. As long as I can be with you, I don't care how thin I get."

"My husband is so eloquent now,"

Wu Sanniang chuckled, not daring to look Yang Zhuihui in the eye, and hooked

her slender arm around his neck. Smelling the delicate fragrance of Wu Sanniang's body, and caressing her fair skin, Yang Zhuihui untied the light blue veil around her waist, his hand creeping along the bottom edge of her bodice towards her breasts.

When his hand successfully reached the peaks and found her already erect nipples, Wu Sanniang couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan, her eyes flickering with unease, her face as radiant as a peach blossom, and her delicate body undulating slightly like a green snake.

“You’ve become more sensitive,”

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

“I’m so embarrassed,”

Wu Sanniang turned her head away.

“Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore.”

Yang Zhuihui’s other hand had already lifted Wu Sanniang’s skirt, and was groping at her full and wet vulva.

“Mmm…”

“Godmother, are you there?”

Guo Fu’s anxious voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.

Startled, Yang Zhuihui almost rolled off the bed, and hid behind the screen in fear.

“I was just about to rest.”

Wu Sanniang, who had fastened her light gauze, got up and opened the door, welcoming Guo Fu into the room. “Fu’er, what’s wrong?”

Guo Fu, who had no idea that Yang Zhuihui was in the room, said, “Godmother, could you teach me embroidery? I want to embroider a handkerchief for my husband, otherwise he might forget to come home.”

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui almost burst out laughing.

(It seems that this little girl, Fu'er, still cares about me!

) Just as Yang Zhuihui was feeling smug, Guo Fu added, "If he doesn't come back and goes out to flirt with other women, and gets a venereal disease, then I'll be the one who suffers."

Yang Zhuihui was completely speechless. It turned out that Guo Fu cared about his health.

"Your godmother is embroidering right now. Go back to your room and get some fabric. I'll teach you step by step,"

Wu Sanniang said with a smile.

"Wait for me!"

Guo Fu happily dashed out like a whirlwind, completely lacking the reserve of a married woman.

Yang Zhuihui pulled Wu Sanniang into his arms and said, "Take good care of yourself. I'll take good care of you next time I come back." "

How's your practice of the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon?"

Wu Sanniang suddenly asked.

"Uh..."

Yang Zhuihui had almost forgotten about the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon.

Wu Sanniang said seriously, "You should understand your master's last wish. Practice the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon diligently. You can't disappoint your master in the afterlife, understand? Besides, practicing the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon will also help your husband to deal with other women. You should be more diligent."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

After being scolded, Yang Zhuihui could only lower his head and admit his mistake, saying, "I'm leaving now."

Back in his room, Yang Zhuihui took out the manual for the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon from the bottom of the cabinet, where Yao Ling'er's golden bodice and underpants were also kept.

Grabbing it, Yang Zhuihui recalled the scene of him ravaging her anus that night. He was a little worried about running into her tomorrow in the capital.

"If we meet again, I'll rape her again, until she's satisfied."

Yang Zhuihui lay back on the bed, reaching down to grab his slightly sore penis, and began to carefully study the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon.

Yang Zhuihui had already mastered the first three forms; six more remained.

"The fourth move, 'Lustful Dragon Submerges in the Abyss,' is a fusion of the first three moves. It requires even greater humiliation of the female body, and may even injure her if necessary. Before the female orgasm, seal her three major acupoints: Siman, Guanyuan, and Qugu, to absorb the essence of intercourse. This move is a comprehensive mastery of the first three moves, so practice it more."

Yang Zhuihui was a little confused by "Lustful Dragon Submerges in the Abyss." Since it was described as a fusion of the first three moves, it should combine the essence of all three. However, the incantation was somewhat disorganized, not clearly stating whether or not to thrust forty-nine times like in the first move, nor whether or not to feed the semen to the female body. But surely that was necessary?

Feeling that this move was not very meaningful, Yang Zhuihui flipped through the manual and began to look at the fifth move.

"The fifth move, 'The Lustful Dragon Swims in the Drought,' is... uh..."

Yang Zhuihui was almost dumbfounded. He hadn't expected the fifth move to be anal sex. This was truly beyond his expectations. Carefully reading the incantation, Yang Zhuihui realized that this move wasn't just simple anal sex. It also required acupressure like the second move, consuming the woman's vaginal fluids, and...

"Damn, that's disgusting."

Chapter 171, Two Women Accompanying

Yang Zhuihui almost vomited. He hadn't expected the manual to require inserting the penis into the woman's mouth after anal sex, and specifically, into her throat.

When Yang Zhuihui saw the last line, he breathed a sigh of relief. There was a prerequisite: after absorbing the woman's essence, the penis had to be cleaned before being inserted into her mouth.

The manual didn't mention the purpose of this move.

Yang Zhuihui continued flipping through the pages, wanting to see the later forms, but then he saw several large characters: "Never refer to the sixth form without practicing the fifth form."

Just that one line on a blank sheet of paper made Yang Zhuihui a little uneasy. He realized how obedient he had been; from the moment he received the manual, he hadn't flipped through it carelessly, or rather, he hadn't paid any attention to it at all. He figured understanding the first two or three forms was enough.

"Looks like I can ignore the fourth form and directly practice the fifth."

Yang Zhuihui put away the manual, his mind filled with images of several beautiful women, trying to choose one suitable for dual cultivation of the fifth form.

Since anal sex was involved, Yang Zhuihui set his sights on Xia Yao or Shi Le, but neither of them was suitable. Anal sex would be followed by oral sex, which most women wouldn't agree to. Xia Yao was naturally tolerant, and Shi Le's anus couldn't be opened indiscriminately, so Yang Zhuihui had to give up on those options.

The fifth form wasn't just simple anal sex; it also required the woman to abandon her dignity, which was quite difficult.

Yang Zhuihui tossed and turned on the bed like a cat on a hot tin roof, unable to think of anyone suitable to practice the fifth form with him. After all, this move was really a bit perverted!

But if he couldn't even practice the fifth form, how could he practice the remaining four? Moreover, these four forms might become increasingly perverted. Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but suspect that the final form of the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon might involve dismembering the female body…

“It's really perverted.”

Yang Zhuihui shuddered, unable to imagine the scene—an ancient version of a chainsaw killer.

Thinking of these lewd moves, Yang Zhuihui's mind was once again filled with the image of the South Sea Divine Nun, and the scene of her being stabbed to death by Gongsun Lü'e and then devoured by the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish.

For his master's sake, Yang Zhuihui decided to diligently practice the Nine Forms of the Lewd Dragon.

He lay there all afternoon, thinking, but still couldn't come up with a solution. It was dinnertime, so he simply washed his face and went to eat.

As a responsible husband, having been separated from his wife Guo Fu for so long, Yang Zhuihui naturally wanted to sleep with her that night. However, he was captivated by You Shu's pitiful eyes and couldn't help but hesitate between You Shu and Guo Fu, completely unsure who to sleep with.

Standing in the corridor, Yang Zhuihui looked at his two hands. Muttering to himself, "You Shu is my sister, so pure and lovely. She'd be heartbroken if I didn't spend the night with her, and her memory is so bad; Fu'er is my lawfully wedded wife, and I'm a live-in son-in-law, so I can't not sleep with her on my first night back. Sigh, why don't I have Sun Wukong's clone technique?"

Just as he was fretting, Yang Zhuihui's ear was suddenly pinched.

"Fine, you can go keep your sweetheart company!"

Guo Fu, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, said angrily.

"Gently..."

Yang Zhuihui quickly grabbed Guo Fu's hand, otherwise his ear would definitely be twisted off.

Rubbing his ear, Yang Zhuihui sighed, "Wife, how about the three of us sleep together tonight?"

"You!"

Guo Fu clenched her fists, but then compromised, "Fine, then bring You Shu to our room. I know you can't belong to me alone."

"Can I bring Xiao Yue, Shi Le, and Xiao Yao too?"

Yang Zhuihui shamelessly asked.

"Sure!"

Guo Fu smiled sweetly. "Then should I call my mother over too, and then let you do whatever you want?"

Yang Zhuihui quickly shook his head, saying, "I appreciate your kindness, but I can't handle it. Uh, I'm going to pick up You Shu. You go back inside and wait for me."

Watching Yang Zhuihui run off, Guo Fu lowered her head and muttered, "Why did I agree to share my man with someone else? It's really degrading myself, but it's bound to happen. Who told me to fall in love with this charming man? But being able to marry him is a kind of happiness."

Recalling the scene of being almost exhausted by Yang Zhuihui at noon, Guo Fu felt a slight heat in her lower body and covered her face, saying, "My husband has corrupted me."

After leading You Shu to the room, Guo Fu was already hiding under the covers, revealing her smooth, fragrant shoulders.

Seeing her pink embroidered silk dress folded at the foot of the bed, Yang Zhuihui knew that Guo Fu was definitely only wearing a bodice and underpants. Could this little girl be planning a threesome?

Yang Zhuihui was still fantasizing when Youshu walked to the bedside and asked curiously, "Brother, will the three of us sleep together tonight?"

"Of course."

A little impatient, Yang Zhuihui began to undress and said, "Youshu, be good, take off your clothes and put them at the foot of the bed."

"Okay, do I have to take them all off?"

Youshu asked seriously.

"No...no need..."

Yang Zhuihui revealed a slightly lewd smile. If Guo Fu hadn't been there, he would have definitely hoped that Youshu would strip naked and then some erotic things would happen.

"Youshu understands."

Youshu took off her floral kimono, folded it neatly and put it at the foot of the bed before crawling into bed. She even kindly covered Guo Fu with the blanket, then opened her clear eyes and looked at Yang Zhuihui climbing into bed.

The bed was a bit cramped, so Yang Zhuihui lay face down in the middle, holding Guo Fu with one arm and Youshu with the other. He smelled the faint fragrance emanating from their bodies, and his uncooperative penis remained erect, yet he dared not touch either of them.

During this time, Guo Fu didn't make any big movements or speak. She didn't like sharing Yang Zhuihui with other women, so she just hoped to fall asleep early, but her mind was a mess and she couldn't sleep at all.

"Brother, are you leaving tomorrow?"

You Shu asked sadly.

"Yes."

"Can I take You Shu with me?"

"I'll take you next time, not this time,"

Yang Zhuihui comforted her.

"You Shu will be very, very good. Whatever brother wants You Shu to do, You Shu will do. What brother doesn't want You Shu to do, You Shu won't do. If brother wants You Shu to eat that thing, You Shu will eat it too."

You Shu clung to Yang Zhuihui, her full breasts unconsciously rubbing against his arm.

“I know You Shu is a good girl, so this time you have to listen to your brother and stay here. Your brother will be back soon.”

“I really don’t want to leave my brother.”

You Shu said, her voice trembling with tears, her hand resting on Yang Zhuihui’s strong chest. She asked, “You Shu doesn’t know anyone here. You Shu is really worried… worried that if your brother isn’t here, You Shu will be heartbroken to death, boohoo…”

Hearing You Shu’s cries, Yang Zhuihui quickly hugged her tightly and said, “You silly little sister, your brother said he’d be back soon. Why are you crying? If you cry again, your brother will throw you out to feed the tigers.”

You Shu hurriedly wiped away her tears and murmured, “You Shu knows she was wrong. You Shu knows that your brother loves her the most. You Shu wants to have lots of children for your brother in the future.”

“She’s really a good little sister.” “

So cheesy, I can’t even stand it. ”

Guo Fu muttered.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I was asleep.”

Guo Fu turned around and said, "I was woken up by your mushy talk. I bet you've already slept with You Shu, haven't you?"

"No,"

Yang Zhuihui immediately denied.

"Really?"

Guo Fu clearly didn't believe Yang Zhuihui. In her eyes, Yang Zhuihui was a super beast; You Shu had become his sister and even said she wanted to have his child. Wouldn't it be very easy for them to have sex?

"Really,"

Yang Zhuihui hugged them both tightly and said, "She's my sister, I wouldn't do anything inappropriate."

"Then what is this?"

Guo Fu grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hard penis with one hand and said disdainfully, "So hard, and you still say you're not interested in her?"

"It's erect for you,"

Yang Zhuihui said sincerely.

At this moment, You Shu's hand also reached out to touch Yang Zhuihui's penis and asked curiously, "Sister, did brother make you eat this? He told me to eat it today."

"Pervert!"

Guo Fu squeezed Yang Zhuihui's penis hard, so angry that she wanted to kick him off the bed.

Yang Zhuihui cried out in pain, unsure how to refute their words; he had to take the blame.

He woke up early the next morning with heavy dark circles under his eyes; he hadn't slept well all night. He hadn't done anything outrageous, except that Guo Fu had attacked him several times, each time targeting his genitals. Eventually, Yang Zhuihui could only lie on the bed like a toad. After

packing his luggage, it was time for Yang Zhuihui to head to the capital.

The procession was essentially the same as when they entered Dushi City, except for the addition of several strong guards specially selected by Guo Jing. He had to ensure the safety of the three envoys, Ruan Feifeng and the other two; after all, they were honored guests, and if anything happened to them, the plan to unite the Jurchens to attack the Tatars might be ruined.

After bidding farewell to those who came to see them off, they headed towards the capital, facing the rising sun.

Among all the people, the most excited was Ruan Feifeng, as she was about to see her daughter Xu Yueqing, whom she had been separated from for over ten years, though they couldn't acknowledge each other.

At noon that day, the group took a short rest. Yang Zhuihui chatted with the guards, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter. Yang Zhuihui's approachable nature made the guards feel very comfortable, allowing them to say whatever they wanted, even imitating him with several bawdy jokes.

Yang Zhuihui was about to tell a bawdy joke, but then shut his mouth, gesturing for everyone to be quiet, and picked up his dragon-carved sword, walking towards the back. He

stopped, gazing at the desolate yellow earth in the fierce wind, feeling something strange, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was—perhaps just nervousness.

Before coming, Huang Rong had repeatedly instructed Yang Zhuihui to be careful, especially to ensure the safety of the envoys from the three Jurchen tribes, and even warned of potential bandits along the way, so he had been very attentive to every rustle of wind.

"Young Master Yang, what's wrong?"

Ruan Feifeng approached, standing under the blazing sun.

"Nothing, just my imagination,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled. "There's a lot of sand and dust here; the Witch King should stay in the carriage."

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Yang,"

Ruan Feifeng nodded.

Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to escort Ruan Feifeng back to the carriage, he felt the ground shake violently. A sandstorm swept in from behind, clods of earth exploding and flying everywhere, instantly obscuring the sky with billowing dust.

"Protect the envoy!"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly drew his dragon-carved sword. Facing the approaching sandstorm, Yang Zhuihui broke out in a cold sweat, having no idea who the enemy was.

"These are the meat beasts kept by the Shangqing Palace,"

Zhou Buxian said.

"Meat beasts? What are those?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed, as if meat beasts were some kind of delicacy.

"They are meat beasts."

Zhou Buxian hugged Amur tightly, saying, "Wife, don't be afraid, your husband is here."

Seeing the two of them, Yang Zhuihui was a little annoyed and could only direct them to retreat while watching the approaching sandstorm.

With a deafening roar, a fleshy beast, as large as two carriages, emerged from the ground. Its entire body was covered in blood-red fat, bound by countless iron chains. Its head, resembling a tortoise head, emerged from beneath the flesh, except for a gaping maw with massive, half-foot-long teeth on both jaws. A talisman, deeply embedded in the flesh, was stuck to its forehead. The

fleshy

beast slammed to the ground with a thud, scattering bits of flesh everywhere and emitting a putrid stench. It looked like a pile of excrement, and Yang Zhuihui nearly vomited up his food.

The beast merely howled in place, showing no signs of attack.

"Damn it, what is this thing?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

"This is a fleshy beast from the Shangqing Palace. The flesh on its body is all from dead people, bound together by talismans. If the talismans are destroyed, the beast will die,"

Zhou Buxian explained.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Yang Zhuihui gripped the Dragon-Carved Sword tightly, ignoring the disgusting sight of the beast, and charged towards it.

Infusing his inner strength into the sword, Yang Zhuihui pushed it forward with his palm, roaring, "Control the sword, and you will become frost and snow!" The

Dragon-Carved Sword pierced the talisman like lightning, but just as it was about to strike, the beast's turtle-like head retracted into its fat. *

Thud!

* The Dragon-Carved Sword pierced through the beast's body, but then clattered to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, even its turtle head can retract."

The beast writhed in place, its head emerging from another direction.

Faced with a lump of flesh that looked like freshly fermented meat, Yang Zhuihui didn't know what to do, but he couldn't understand why the beast wasn't attacking.

"Long time no see."

A long-haired girl wearing a brown leather corset bent down and picked up the Dragon-Carved Sword.

"Poppy?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed in disbelief. He never expected Poppy to appear here, but that attire could only belong to Poppy—a dark red cloth hat, a wolf-tooth necklace, and that cruel smile.

Poppy toyed with the dragon-carved sword, looking at Yang Zhuihui with disdain, and said, "I, Shuiyuan, will never forget what you did to me, so no matter the cost, I will seek revenge. I think of that pain almost every night. Back then, I only wanted to die, but the thought that you, you bastard, not only ruined me, but also my family, and even my brother's and my career, makes my heart restless. Knowing you were in the North, I came here. Heh, your expression is so cute right now. I love seeing that expression, and I even hope it will be stained red with blood!"

Faced with the sudden appearance of Poppy, Yang Zhuihui was speechless.

“Yang Guo, consider this a small gift. See you in the capital.”

Poppy tossed out her dragon-carved sword, whistled, and the beast burrowed into the ground. When the dust settled, only a long, winding pit remained. Poppy and the beast had vanished without a trace.

Yang Zhuihui bent down to pick up the dragon-carved sword, sheathed it, and his face was extremely grim.

Yang Zhuihui wasn't an arrogant man, but after his trials on Ruoxian Island, he had always believed that few in the martial world or the imperial court could rival him. Poppy's appearance completely changed his mind. He couldn't even understand why Poppy was involved with the Shangqing Palace. Was her hatred for him really enough to make her pay any price?

The revenge of a narrow-minded person is truly terrifying.

"Let's go."

Yang Zhuihui felt he was about to lose his voice.

"See you in the capital."

Riding at the forefront, Yang Zhuihui had lost count of how many times he'd repeated this phrase. He always felt that the simple four words "poppy" concealed a deadly intent, like a trap already dug, waiting for Yang Zhuihui, his prey, to fall into it.

In Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui was still a figure of some importance, but the capital was the territory of the Shangqing Palace and Yan Song, and Xu Jie, that opportunist, would definitely use him as a shield in a crisis. It seemed Yang Zhuihui was now walking into the lion's den.

"Damn it!"

Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but curse, whipping the horse harder, the horse groaning as it galloped forward like a woman in climax.

Ruan Feifeng, who had been observing Yang Zhuihui through the curtain, seemed to have noticed something amiss, but dared not ask further.

At sunset, Yang Zhuihui and his party entered the capital under the protection of the Imperial Guards. Xu Jie, the Minister of Rites, was quite dutiful, escorting them from the city gate all the way to Lanyue Pavilion.

Lan Yue Xuan, located on the east side of the palace, was once a place where Emperor Xingxian recruited scholars and literati. After Emperor Xingxian's death, those scholars and literati were dispersed by Emperor Jiajing, returning to where they came from; those with nowhere to go became beggars.

Later, Lan Yue Xuan underwent minor renovations and became a temporary residence for envoys from various countries. Today, Lan Yue Xuan still exudes a strong scholarly atmosphere, but unfortunately, it has become mere decoration.

After the banquet, servants led them to rest, while Yang Zhuihui continued drinking with Xu Jie, discussing his experiences among the foreign tribes—of course, an abridged version. Yang Zhuihui couldn't possibly recount his romantic escapades in detail; at least, Xu Jie wouldn't be a suitable listener.

As Yang Zhuihui's drunkenness intensified, he inquired about Shangqing Palace from Xu Jie, but apart from knowing they refined elixirs, Xu Jie told him nothing. He didn't even know about the beastly eroticism. Whether it was feigning ignorance or genuinely being oblivious, Yang Zhuihui could never truly confide in Xu Jie. He would forever remember Xu Jie's betrayal of Xia Yao.

Recalling Poppy's words, Yang Zhuihui picked up the wine bottle and gulped down his drink, wanting only to drown his sorrows.

In a desolate corner of East Street in the capital.

"He's already here."

"You must be very excited, right?"

A fat man resembling a Taoist priest smiled, his eyes narrowed, appearing honest and simple.

"Senior Brother Shi, he's offended me so many times, this time I'll make sure he dies a horrible death!"

A slender, beautiful woman draped in black veil said coldly.

"Junior Sister, you don't need to worry about this. The Palace Master has already made arrangements. Poppy is truly a good pawn."

"Has the transformation already begun?"

the beautiful woman asked.

"It's mostly finished, everything should go smoothly."

The fat Taoist looked up at the starry sky and saw a shooting star streak across the horizon. He said, "The time for the Shangqing Palace to control the Ming Dynasty is fast approaching."

"Anyway, I don't care about that. I just want Yang Guo to die a horrible death."

"Tomorrow you'll see a very exciting performance. Remember to do your job well. Hehe, I'm going back now. I still have to play chess with Senior Brother Shao. The endgame may still have to continue."

With that, the fat Taoist flicked his sleeves and left.

"I'm going back too."

The beautiful woman kicked her foot and disappeared into the night like a ghost.

When Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes again, he was already in bed. Seeing the light streaming in through the open window, he knew he had slept all night.

Getting out of bed, Yang Zhuihui felt a little unsteady. It felt like there were several bees buzzing around his head. He also felt very uncomfortable in his stomach, as if he was about to...

"Ugh!" Yang Zhuihui vomited up everything he had eaten the night before, and the room instantly filled with the sour smell of alcohol.

At this moment, a girl dressed in red, who looked like a maid, pushed open the door and entered. She was Xiao Qu, Xu Yueqing's personal maid.

"Young Master Yang."

Xiao Qu hurriedly helped Yang Zhuihui sit on the bed, then rushed out with a wet towel to apply to his throat. Anxiety flickered across her youthful face. "What should we do? Miss wanted me to take you back, but it seems you really are as drunk as Master said."

Yang Zhuihui did indeed appear completely drunk, but his mind was still relatively clear. His splitting headache made him reluctant to even open his eyes. Touching his chest, Yang Zhuihui asked, "How is Qing'er lately?"

"Young Master Yang, I thought you were unconscious."

Xiao Qu beamed with excitement. "Miss missed you so much she couldn't concentrate on playing the zither or reading. Your charm is truly great."

"Hehe."

Yang Zhuihui took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. "Go pour me some ginseng tea to sober me up."

"Yes, yes, right away."

Xiao Qu flew out like a gust of wind, returning shortly with a steaming cup of ginseng tea.

After drinking some ginseng tea, Yang Zhuihui finally felt the bees above his head had flown away. He leaned against the headboard for a moment to rest, then asked, "What time is it now?"

"Just past Chen Shi (7-9 AM)."

"Oh no, that means the morning court session is already over!"

"It's alright. Master instructed Xiao Qu to take good care of Young Master Yang and let him recover first. He said the court session can be postponed until tomorrow."

"Does he have that authority?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, puzzled.

Xiao Qu raised her willow-leaf eyebrows and puffed out her chest, saying, "Of course, Master is the Minister of Rites, and the Ming Dynasty is a land of etiquette. A banquet for a foreign power naturally requires careful preparation, so postponing it by a day is perfectly normal. It also shows the sincerity of our Ming Dynasty."

Yang Zhuihui tapped Xiao Qu's head and laughed, "You little girl, you even understand national affairs! That's beyond my expectations."

"It's all thanks to Miss's upbringing. Let me tell you, although my young lady never leaves the house, she is well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics, and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Marrying her is a blessing for you for life."

Xiao Qu suddenly pulled a long face and said, "It's a pity you've already married the General's daughter. She's the principal wife, so Miss can only be a concubine. Alas, it's so unfair."

"That's just a title. Qing'er won't care."

Xiao Qu glared at Yang Zhuihui and said, "Of course you say that. Anyway, you're the one who benefits."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong."

Yang Zhuihui didn't want to argue with Xiao Qu.

"Oh dear, never mind, Young Master Yang, you should rest well. Miss misses you terribly."

Xiao Qu shook her head and laughed, "After serving Miss for so many years, this is the first time I've seen her so absent-minded. Is this the charm of love?"

Her face flushed, Xiao Qu shook her head vigorously again, muttering to herself, "Only Miss knows. I'm not a mind reader, how could I possibly know? Sigh, I can't understand..."

Watching Xiao Qu gesturing wildly, occasionally covering her face shyly, Yang Zhuihui didn't know whether to laugh or not, so he simply became her audience.

Soon, Ruan Feifeng, wearing a tiger-shaped mask, entered. Seeing the new girl, she assumed she was her own daughter. Upon hearing that she was her daughter's personal maid, Ruan Feifeng sat by the bed and talked to her about everything concerning her daughter. The completely innocent Xiao Qu answered Ruan Feifeng's questions truthfully, occasionally revealing some inside information.

Seeing the two of them, completely ignored, Yang Zhuihui could only lie on the bed to rest. Occasionally, he would fantasize about the prominent breasts of Xiao Qu and Ruan Feifeng, even wanting to touch them to determine whose breasts felt better.

When the conversation reached its peak, Ruan Feifeng wanted to visit her daughter, so Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to accompany her.

Entering the Minister's residence, Yang Zhuihui walked towards Yueqing Pavilion with practiced ease. Xiao Qu and Ruan Feifeng could hardly keep up with his pace, as he was still drunk and unaware that he was using his light-footed skills to walk.

When climbing the stairs, Yang Zhuihui took three steps at a time.

Without even knocking, he pushed open the door to the pavilion.

"Ah!"

Xu Yueqing, who was changing clothes, exclaimed in surprise, quickly covering her breasts with a white gauze skirt, but her snow-white, jade-like thighs were generously exposed, without any excess fat, like a masterpiece sculpted by a skilled craftsman, and her three-inch golden lotuses were exquisitely beautiful.

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