[Fantasy] The Amorous Emperor (Complete) - 4-6

In Chapter Thirty, "Refining True Qi,"

Li Feiyu felt the entire world filled with sorrowful sword energy. This sword energy belonged only to him; everywhere in the world was a sword, and wherever sorrow resided, sword energy followed. The Tianlan Sword was hailed as one of the three great swords of the Tianlong Continent, and also the most difficult skill to master, because it was not limited to any specific moves, but rather determined by the individual and born from emotion. Even the Great Emperor Di Shitian, who studied the *Tianlan Sword Manual* and forcibly cultivated it, ultimately suffered a qi deviation. Even with Di Shitian's extraordinary talent, he struggled to master it, illustrating its immense difficulty. Cultivating the *Tianlan Sword Manual* required first and foremost "sorrowful emotions," something Di Shitian did not possess. However, Li Feiyu unintentionally triggered sorrow, which, through inherited memories, manifested as his own Tianlan Sword Qi. Apart from the Qingling Martial Ancestor, no one else had ever mastered it. The Tianlan Sword was a powerful skill that cultivated both internal and external aspects. Cultivating the *Tianlan Sword Manual* involved internal cultivation of Tianlan True Qi and external cultivation of Tianlan Sword Techniques. The Heavenly Azure True Qi contains no attributes, is neither Yin nor Yang, and can even assimilate the true qi within itself to form a new kind of true qi. This is one of the most powerful aspects of the Heavenly Azure Sword Manual. Back when the Azure Spirit Martial Ancestor was still a Martial Emperor, he used the Heavenly Azure Inner Cultivation Method to fuse his own Yin qi with the extreme Yang power of the Azure Dragon to form a new Heavenly Azure True Qi. He skipped two levels from Martial Emperor to Martial Venerable and Martial God, reaching the Martial Ancestor level. Unfortunately, when he continued to fuse the vast power of the Azure Dragon to break through to the Martial Ancestor level, he triggered a Heavenly Tribulation, leading to a siege by the villains, and he failed. As for the Sword Sorrow contained in the Heavenly Azure Sword, it can plunge people into illusions and kill them invisibly, which is also a terrifying existence. The sword technique has no fixed moves; wherever the sorrow is, the sword qi is there. This is clearly a sword technique that communicates with heaven and earth. It is too powerful. No matter how weak your cultivation is, as long as you cultivate the Heavenly Azure Sword, you can use the connection between heaven and man to unleash omnipresent sword techniques. This is also what makes the Heavenly Azure Sword Manual so terrifying.

Beads of sweat trickled down Li Feiyu's forehead. As he comprehended the crisscrossing sword energy, he unknowingly began cultivating. The powerful Azure Dragon Force within him, the purplish-gold lightning and thunderous punishment force, and even the nameless power he carried during his time travel were gradually converging. However, these forces were too immense, and Li Feiyu could only rely on his powerful soul force to exert pressure. During his cultivation, he discovered that these forces were buried within his body. He could mobilize the power he had previously absorbed from the internal energy of those experts, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth herbs, the essence of the Mysterious Mother, and the virgin yin, as well as a portion of the Azure Dragon Force. He channeled these forces into Heavenly Azure True Qi, and then gradually absorbed other complex forces within his body. When the Heavenly Azure True Qi within his body absorbed the Azure Dragon's power, an unexpected event occurred. Besides its powerful masculine energy, the Azure Dragon's power also possessed a strong suction force. This suction force contradicted Li Feiyu's intention to absorb the Azure Dragon's power and convert it into Heavenly Azure True Qi. From this perspective, Li Feiyu's cultivation was too hasty, but it couldn't be entirely blamed on him; he was immersed in the Heavenly Azure Sword's Lament, and this event happened without his awareness.

The Azure Dragon's power wanted to absorb the Heavenly Azure True Qi, and the Heavenly Azure True Qi wanted to absorb the Azure Dragon's power. The Heavenly Azure True Qi, after all, was under Li Feiyu's control, making its absorption more autonomous. However, the Azure Dragon's power was too much, rushing towards Li Feiyu's dantian like a prehistoric beast, swallowing up his Heavenly Azure True Qi. Within Li Feiyu's body also existed another power, a purplish-gold lightning and thunder punishment power. Both forces simultaneously rushed towards the central dantian where the Heavenly Azure True Qi resided. These two extremely masculine forces collided, igniting golden and cyan-black glazed flames within Li Feiyu's dantian, causing it to crack with a series of popping sounds. Li Feiyu's body was covered in sweat, from a few beads to many, his veins bulging. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, letting out a long, painful scream. His skin cracked, and bright red blood spurted from his body.

In a luxurious embroidery room in the Prince's mansion, a mature and stunningly beautiful woman sat cross-legged on a carved phoenix tree shrouded in red gauze. She wore a thin nightgown, her body partially obscured by the red fabric. Her features were exquisite, and she possessed an innate allure. She was none other than Liu Xiyu, one of the three most respected figures in the Prince's mansion, a peak Martial Emperor. Apart from the Princess Consort Biru, no one knew where she came from, but everyone knew that she was one of the five most beautiful women fifteen years ago, a figure on par with the Princess Consort. She slowly opened her eyes from her cultivation, her gaze curiously fixed on Li Feiyu. Her soft lips murmured to herself, "Such powerful sword energy! Hmm? Oh no..." After saying that, her figure flickered, and she disappeared from the room without anyone knowing how she left.

Outside Li Feiyu's room, all the maids had arrived. Hearing Li Feiyu's scream, they all put down their work and stood outside the door. The other servants were not allowed to enter. As they tried to push open the door, a profound sense of despair and masculine energy emanated from the room, making it difficult for them to move. Tears welled in their eyes, and they were dazed, as if their young master were already dead. This deep sorrow, unknowingly, felt like sharp knives cutting into their hearts. At that moment, Liu Xiyu appeared, standing outside Li Feiyu's door. A water phoenix circled around Liu Xiyu's body, emitting painful cries. A pang of sorrow welled up in Liu Xiyu's heart, but she quickly steadied herself and struck the door with her palm. The water phoenix followed with a cry and struck the door. Bang—the door opened, but the scene inside shocked her. A bloodied man sat stubbornly on the ground, his face contorted in pain. Lightning flashed across his body, and thick blue energy mingled with the emanating blood. She instantly recognized this struggling young man as the young master of the royal mansion.

A woman of unparalleled beauty stood at the door, her face pale, her eyes filled with panic and bewilderment. Unconsciously, she looked into his eyes—whose eyes were those? So sorrowful and desolate, like a homeless wanderer heartbroken. It was a pain, deep in his bones, deep in his soul. This gaze seemed to stretch back a thousand years. She longed to embrace him, to tell him he was not alone. As

Li Feiyu's dantian shattered, besides the pain, he also fell into a state of demonic possession, the sorrow deeply imprinted on his soul. In this torment, he felt a touch of despair. He seemed to be in a trance for a thousand years, yearning to awaken but unable to open his eyes. He roared in agony, but the surroundings were desolate; besides the pain, there was no way out. He was a wanderer from another world; why should he persist? Let himself burn in this pain, burning the earth, burying everything within him.

Bang—the door opened, and a woman of unparalleled beauty entered. Looking into his eyes, he simultaneously recognized her hazy figure. No! He was not alone, he would not die. Scenes from another world flashed through his mind, so warm and sweet. This unwavering resolve cleared his mind, and a vast power emanated from his soul, shattering the Heavenly Azure Sword's wound. Only now did he truly understand this sword intent—breaking through the wound to stand tall! At the same time, a clear stream flowed from an unknown corner of his body, circulating throughout, repairing his broken meridians, making them stronger than before. A small flame flickered in his dantian, from which he felt immense power. Around the flame swirled several forces—most of the remaining Azure Dragon power, Thunder Punishment power, and an unnamed force. As for the clear stream repairing his body, he felt it had been exhausted. The Heavenly Azure True Qi he had risked his life to cultivate was gone, but he knew it hadn't disappeared; it had merged into his bloodline. That exuberant masculine power made his blood boil, his face flushed.

Chapter Thirty-One: Bathroom Passion (Part 1)

Li Feiyu felt flames burning within his body, but the sensation was crystal clear. He gritted his teeth, guiding this yang fire to reshape himself, transforming this masculine power into his own according to his thoughts.

Li Xiyu stared at Li Feiyu, inadvertently catching a glimpse of his grotesque genitals through his torn clothes. Dark veins coiled on his long, red penis, wisps of blue steam occasionally escaping from its small opening. When had she ever seen such a strange object? Her heart, calm for over thirty years, pounded wildly. She quickly turned away, looking towards the door, her face flushed.

Li Feiyu felt increasingly hot. As the Heavenly Azure True Qi, formed from the fusion of the Azure Dragon's power within his body, flowed into his bloodstream, his flushed body finally emitted plumes of heat, and his hair began to char.

Ten maids stood at the door with Liu Xiyu, terrified by Li Feiyu's blood-stained appearance. Seeing their master seemingly at a crucial moment in his training yet unable to speak, they looked at him with panicked expressions. Xiao Qing, the maid with the best skills in childbirth here, finally noticed that something was wrong with Li Feiyu. Her eyes widened in anxiety as she tried to suppress Li Xiyu.

Li Xiyu turned to look at Li Feiyu and saw wisps of smoke rising from his head. Startled, she moved like a ghost, placing her palms against his back and channeling her Yin energy to suppress the immense Yang power within him. However, as she channeled her energy, it was uncontrollably absorbed into Li Feiyu's body. A moment later, her face turned pale, and half of the extremely Yin true energy passed down through her sect for thousands of years dissipated in an instant. Exhausted, she collapsed limply onto Li Feiyu's back.

As Li Feiyu absorbed the Yin energy from Li Xiyu's body, the scorching Yang energy flowed slowly under the gentle coolness, building up the Nine Yang Body.

"Pfft—" Li Feiyu spat out a mouthful of foul blood, turned around and hugged Li Xiyu in his arms. Her skin, which carried a slight coolness, pressed tightly against his chest, and the two of them were stunned for a moment when they embraced. Li Feiyu suppressed the yang fire within him, spitting out a mouthful of foul blood as his mind fully cleared. Looking at the stunning face in his arms, a possessive thought flashed through his mind like a nightmare. Looking into her watery eyes, he breathed heavily and asked, "Thank you! What's your name?"

Li Xiyu was startled by Li Feiyu's burning gaze. She breathed her fragrant breath onto Li Feiyu's face, her usually calm demeanor frantically closing her eyes, unwilling to disappoint him, and said, "Li Xiyu."

Li Feiyu had no idea that she was one of the three great retainers of the royal palace, nor that she possessed the strength of a peak Martial Emperor. Seeing Li Xiyu's closed eyes and seemingly resigned to her fate, he suddenly kissed her delicate lips. Li Xiyu abruptly opened her eyes, seeing Li Feiyu's actions, remembering his identity, and realizing they had only just met, she struggled violently. However, the exhaustion from her previous exertion left her weak and sore all over; how could she possibly break free from Li Feiyu, who was currently burning with yang fire?

The maids at the door exchanged glances, watching Li Feiyu's actions. Did they know who the woman in the young prince's arms was? Xiao Yun, one of the maids, spoke up, "Master, she's the princess's good friend!"

Li Feiyu released Liu Xiyu's mouth, looked up at the maids at the door, and said, "Set up a barrier over the bath, and don't let anyone disturb us!" After saying that, he picked up Li Xiyu's slender legs and waist, and carried her towards the hot spring bath. He felt his yang fire starting to boil in his blood, and he was starting to lose control. He didn't have the habit of taking a virgin while covered in blood.

Li Xiyu finally realized what was happening, snapping out of her shock at being forcibly kissed. She pressed her

jade-like hand against Li Feiyu's chest, saying, "You can't! Let me go!" Li Feiyu listened to her clear, cool voice, like snow reflecting on green mountains, and pressed his face against hers, saying domineeringly, "You are destined to be my woman in this life, no matter your status! Be my woman, I want your virginity to build my Nine Yang Body!" He could feel the surging Yin energy within her, an energy very important to him.

Hearing his domineering words and recalling the sorrow in his eyes, Li Xiyu seemed unwilling to disappoint him and couldn't bear to refuse. Suddenly, she remembered her master's instructions during the sect's inheritance ceremony. Could her true love be him? The Lord of the Azure Dragon, the Body of Thunder Punishment—what should she do? A tear rolled down her cheek as she slowly closed her eyes, saying, "I hope you won't regret it! If you're not that person, if you can't complete that mission, I will definitely kill you!"

Hearing her words, Li Feiyu felt a surge of violent impulse: Who is he? What mission? Would she not give it to him if it wasn't a mission? Or perhaps someone else carries a mission, and she would follow someone else?

Several maids helplessly followed Li Feiyu to the hot spring room in the palace. The princess was not there, and even the steward was out on business; who could care about the young prince? Entering the bathing room, Li Feiyu carried Li Xiyu into the hot spring. He told the other maids to stay outside and said to Li Xiyu, "Do you know, woman? You've angered me." With that, he ripped open her soaking wet clothes.

Li Xiyu, hearing the sound of the water, felt nervous. Hearing his words, she suddenly opened her eyes, panicking, "You…"

Li Feiyu looked at Li Xiyu and said, "I don't care about your mission! What I want now is to conquer you!" He took off his own soaking wet clothes and threw them to the edge of the pool. He held Li Xiyu tightly in his arms, the dragon head rubbing against her genitals, his hands groping her, violently tearing her clothes apart. She was no longer covered; her exquisitely beautiful, snow-white body was displayed before him.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Bathroom Passion (Part Two)

Li Feiyu pressed Li Xiyu against the edge of the pool, embracing her slender waist from behind. His engorged member pressed against her buttocks, rubbing against her smooth, hot flesh, which intensified his own arousal. He grabbed her buttocks and spread them apart, pressing his member against her labia beneath a few sparse hairs.

Li Xiyu braced herself against the edge of the pool, her eyes devoid of emotion as she stared intently at Li Feiyu. She was desperate; her eyes held no pleading, no resentment, only a blank stare. Was this still the seven or eight-year-old child?

Li Feiyu, aroused by her gaze, freed one hand to lift her smooth chin, pressing his lips heavily against hers. Without resistance, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, sucking on her slightly retreating tongue. The sucking sounds finally provoked her disgust; she wanted to spit his tongue out. Then, Li Feiyu breathed hot air from his mouth, which mingled with her breath and seeped into her body. This heat, imbued with masculine energy, was like a potent aphrodisiac to her, whose yin energy was overflowing.

Watching her lose herself in her struggle, her face flushed, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her lips growing increasingly hot against his, he couldn't resist any longer. He chuckled wickedly, "Come on! Become my woman!" With that, his lower body thrust forward, parting her lips, and with a resounding "smack," his abdomen slammed into her buttocks, the massive member piercing her hymen and penetrating deep within her. This depth was beyond her capacity to bear; the extreme pain turned her face pale, her mouth gaping open but unable to utter a sound, her eyes rolling back, and tears streaming down her face into the water.

A trickle of blood seeped from their joined bodies, dissipating in the water, rippling with passion, and echoing in the bathroom were the man's muffled groans and the woman's clenched teeth. Finally, under Li Feiyu's powerful thrusts, Li Xiyu turned and tightly embraced his strong waist, reaching her climax. Her flower-like core contracted, releasing streams of her virgin essence, which was absorbed by the massive member deep within her. At the moment of absorption, a "sizzling" sound appeared on the member, and golden currents surged. The tingling sensation made Li Xiyu unable to stop, and she released for an unknown amount of time. Li Xiyu felt all her strength drain away and collapsed weakly by the pool. With a "pop," the massive member withdrew from her body, and Li Xiyu fainted.

Li Feiyu sensed the immense yin energy and quickly circulated his qi to suppress its flow within his body, constructing his Nine Yang Body according to the records of the Azure Spirit Martial Ancestor. The Nine Yang Body has nine levels, with the first level being the most difficult and crucial. Carelessness could lead to being consumed by yang fire, because constructing the Nine Yang Body requires the power of the Azure Dragon, and also a yang force no weaker than the Azure Dragon's power as a guide. In this situation, yin energy is needed to moderate the imbalance. Absorbing Yin energy doesn't necessarily require Yin and Yang, but Yin and Yang are the easiest and best methods for absorbing Yin energy. Ordinary women don't have much Yin energy, far too little compared to Li Feiyu's powerful Azure Dragon Force and Thunder Punishment Force. He can't possibly find women every day just to practice his skills, can he? Upon sensing the immense Yin energy within Li Xiyu, Li Feiyu decided to conquer her and make her his woman. Li Xiyu was about the same age as Bi Ru, and not only was she one of the five beauties fifteen years ago, but she was also at the peak of Martial Emperor. This cultivation level was absolutely rare. You must know that reaching Martial Spirit at this age is already considered a top-tier genius, let alone Martial Emperor. Of course, this was closely related to her sect. Her sect had a single lineage, and when the previous sect leader passed on the position to the next, they had to pass on all their martial power and true energy. Therefore, when Li Xiyu received the succession, her cultivation level was forcibly raised to Martial Spirit.

"Hoo—" Li Feiyu exhaled a long breath of turbid mist, opened his eyes, and lightning flashed in his eyes in an instant, a surge of joy filling his heart. He hadn't expected the amount of Yin energy she had released to him to reach the third level of the Nine Yang Triple Realm. It directly protected him, allowing him to break through. He only stopped when he felt the danger of being consumed by Yang fire if he continued. Even so, this gave him strength equivalent to a Martial Spirit, though he was still some distance from the true Martial Spirit realm. Besides this, he had also mastered the power of the Azure Dragon and the power of Thunder Punishment. Don't underestimate these threads; their use is no less than martial arts techniques, and they're life-saving. With each breakthrough, the danger would decrease, but the required Yin energy would increase. Basically, the lower level required ten times the Yin energy of the upper level. However, Li Feiyu wasn't worried; it seemed this world had no shortage of beautiful women.

Looking through the water, he noticed her hair had turned golden. A strange expression appeared on his face. All the previously charred hair had fallen out, and golden hair seemed to have grown out overnight. He ran his fingers through the strands; they were soft and strong. Even the beauties who meticulously cared for their hair would probably be jealous. The golden hair exuded a noble aura, making him feel better. Zhu Jiuyang expelled the impurities from his body. Fortunately, he was immersed in water, and after washing himself, he found that his skin had become smoother. Underneath the smooth skin were firm muscles, making his body seem even more powerful, leaving no doubt about his explosive power.

Li Feiyu turned to look at the poolside, only to find that Li Xiyu was no longer there. He sighed, "I've used you now, and the only way to make up for it is to give you happiness in the future.

" "Someone come here!"

The door creaked open, and Xiaoyun, her face flushed, walked in carrying a silk robe. Suddenly, she saw Li Feiyu's golden hair and exclaimed, "Master, your hair!"

Li Feiyu touched his hair again, looking at Xiaoyun and saying, "Isn't it good? Come and help me change!"

Xiaoyun's face turned bright red. She felt that the young prince was even more charming; seeing him made her weak all over. She gently walked over and dried his body. Seeing his large, erect member, she quickly closed her eyes.

Through the half-open door, he saw a light drizzle falling outside. He frowned and asked, "How long have I been here?"

Xiao Yun wiped his body as she said, "Master, you've been here for three days. If it weren't for Princess Li saying that you shouldn't be disturbed during your crucial seclusion, we would have been really worried! In this period, the Emperor came, the little princess and Physician Leng came, Steward Zhao just left, and also, Princess Li said to visit her courtyard when you wake up." After speaking, she looked at Li Feiyu with a flushed face and a strange expression.

"I can't believe it's only been three days! To go from a martial arts failure to a Martial Spirit in just three days is truly genius!" Thinking strangely, he noticed the little maid's odd gaze and her adorable, flushed face. He pulled her into his arms and laughed, "You lot were eavesdropping outside, weren't you! I'm going to devour you all."

Xiao Yun leaned softly against his chest, weakly saying, "Then Master, please don't be as rough as you were with Master Li, I'm so scared!"

"Haha..." Li Feiyu tapped her delicate nose gently, saying tenderly, "How could I? It seems my Yun'er can't wait any longer, can she?"

"Master—" Xiao Yun cried out sweetly, her face turning even redder with embarrassment.

Li Feiyu smiled, whispering a few words in Xiao Yun's ear. She had no strength left, leaning against the wall, her face a mixture of shyness and joy.

"Haha—" Li Feiyu dressed and went outside. Teasing the little maid wasn't so bad after all.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Zi Yan, the Qin Immortal. Li Feiyu

emerged from the bathroom. A light drizzle was falling. Standing in the rain, he looked up at the endless gray sky. The raindrops fell on his face, bringing a cool sensation. A nameless sadness welled up in his heart, as if a life connected to him was slowly fading away in some distant corner.

He shook off the nameless thoughts in his mind and walked along the wooded corridor. The raindrops fell on the eaves, forming a curtain of water that separated this cool path from the outside world, making his heart feel much lighter. Li Feiyu took a deep breath and strode forward with a touch of elegance. He needed to completely conquer Li Xiyu. Since she hadn't killed him and had even kindly reminded the maid that he was at a crucial moment in his training, perhaps he was the "person" she spoke of. He wanted to see what tricks she had up her sleeve.

Just as he was heading to Li Xiyu's residence at the examination hall, melancholic zither music drifted through the rain. Each note seemed to materialize from the raindrops falling from the somber sky, ultimately settling in the earth to silently tell a sad and ancient story. Li Feiyu's eyes narrowed, and he trembled slightly. This music reminded him of his mother, Bi Ru's, style of playing. Her delicate, fragile notes could gently pluck the lifeless strings deep within the hearts of every listener. The difference was that when he heard Bi Ru play, there was hope after sorrow, while this music concealed endless bewilderment.

He couldn't help but step into the rain, heading towards the direction from which the music came. At the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a beautiful woman in a white dress sat beside the zither, exuding an ethereal, otherworldly aura. Her eyes were fixed on the lake, her slender fingers constantly plucking the strings, producing a melodious tune. Li Feiyu's steps were light. He stood behind the woman, watching her beautiful back, feeling that she was like a fairy descended from heaven, easily touching the softest parts of people's hearts.

"You've come." The woman's soft voice reached Li Feiyu's ears as the music stopped. She turned to look at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Li Feiyu's breath caught in his throat. The woman was beautiful, a vision of unparalleled beauty. Her sorrowful, watery appearance was like a lonely lily in the night. He had once seen that sorrowful face before, and that had sparked a passionate love affair. The music, after touching the dormant strings of his heart, finally reminded him of the girl in his past life who taught him the Ice Flame Palm. Wasn't it this same aura that had allowed her to enter his heart so deeply?

The woman looked at Li Feiyu and found his gaze so empty and blank. A hint of pain in his eyes made her think he was a boy with a story. Looking at this boy, whom her mother said was only twelve years old, she asked doubtfully, "Are you Prince Li Feiyu? Are you really only twelve?" She was indeed somewhat reluctant to teach a grown man the zither. She had come to the palace to teach the young prince the zither at the invitation of Princess Biru. Although she had only recently left the valley, her reputation had spread far and wide, and her zither skills were exceptional. She had been entrusted by the princess, partly to gain access to her, and partly because she hadn't seen the princess in recent days. She hoped to find a way to break through through Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu suppressed his distracting thoughts, looked at the woman, and nodded, saying, "You are beautiful. I am indeed Li Feiyu. As for my age, I am indeed only twelve years old." After saying this, he looked at his own height, finding it hard to believe he was only twelve. Whether others believed him or not was none of his concern.

Hearing Li Feiyu's direct praise, the woman showed no frivolity, nonchalantly replying, "I am Ziyan. Your mother asked me to teach you the zither." Her voice was neither humble nor arrogant, completely lacking the restraint one might show to the powerful, her demeanor as calm as still water.

Li Feiyu, for some reason, frowned, turning to leave, saying, "You lured me here with your zither music, not just to discuss this, were you? There's no need for you to teach me the zither, as I can already practice martial arts."

Ziyan watched the young man's sudden change in expression, her brow furrowing. She watched Li Feiyu disappear into the rain, sighing, and looked at the lake rippling in the rain. A sudden surge of annoyance rose in her heart. She had finally arrived in the capital of Da Han with her cousin Ziwan after countless hardships, yet she dared not acknowledge the princess for fear of her identity being exposed, fearing she wasn't a disciple of the Zither Sect. Finally seizing an opportunity to enter the Prince's mansion, she discovered that this young prince was no ordinary man. She had played the zither in his residence, desperately trying to lure him out to inquire about the Princess's situation. Did he really look only twelve or thirteen?

The rain fell softly, and gazing at the boundless, gray curtain of rain, she finally couldn't resist touching the strings. Over the years, she had developed the habit of expressing her innermost thoughts through music. When would she be able to confide her sorrows to someone?

Li Feiyu, the rain soaking her, faintly heard the intermittent zither music. She paused, taking a deep breath, as if trying to expel the flood of memories. What couldn't she let go of in her life? In the Tianlan Illusion, she remembered her; now she remembered her again. Couldn't she let go? She could never appear before her again. Was it the hatred that ran deep in her heart, the hatred of betrayal? She strode forward resolutely. What she wanted was a future of absolute power, not a future filled with sorrowful memories.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Spring Scenery at the Rain Pavilion

Arriving at a small, verdant courtyard, Li Feiyu regained his composure. This was Li Xiyu's residence near the Imperial Examination Hall. A cobblestone path, washed clean by the rain, wound its way to a small pavilion. There, a solitary figure stood serenely, gazing up at the sky. Her exquisitely beautiful, graceful back seemed to merge with the heavens and earth, and the unintentional sorrow she exuded revealed her bewilderment and inner fear.

Looking at Li Xiyu's unintentional sorrow, Li Feiyu felt a sharp pain in his heart. Having already considered her his woman, he didn't want her to be hurt, yet he was the one who would hurt her. Could he give her happiness? Without hesitation, he walked over. The rain was intensifying, the sky was overcast, and the patter of rain filled the air. His clothes were already soaked through.

Stepping into the pavilion, he stood behind her, watching her shoulders tremble violently before stopping. Just two steps away, he could pull her into his arms. Her fragrance wafted up close, a delicate orchid scent. A smile appeared on his lips. This woman was destined to fall for him, for his favorite thing to do was to drag down celestial fairies to dance with him in hell, losing himself in endless desire.

As Li Xiyu heard the approaching footsteps, she knew without guessing who was coming. A tidal wave surged in her heart, crashing against her chest. The drifting rain outside pattered on her face, blurring her sorrow. The tears on her hanging pendant were indistinguishable from the raindrops. As he stood still, she could even sense the powerful masculine aura emanating from him. His heavy breathing, domineering gaze, her master's instructions, and her own vows flooded her mind. With a crisp "clang," she finally couldn't resist drawing the narrow willow sword from her sleeve, turning to point it at Li Feiyu's chest. Her chest heaved violently as she glared angrily at him. She hadn't been angry in years. Her Martial Emperor's Heart Mirror was no longer calm; it had become shattered. This was the man who had stolen her essence and absorbed most of her Martial Emperor's power. Yet, she couldn't hurt him, because he was the one who had asked her beloved master, who had sacrificed his power to obtain the prophecy from the Ghost Calculator Linglongzi. He was also her destined husband. From the beginning, she had hated destiny and silently strengthened herself to resist it. Was she to throw herself into his arms? Or was it because of the prophecy that her master had sacrificed his power for, and he didn't want to betray her heart, so he submitted to fate? But the prophecy was so absurd. She had been here for four or five years and naturally knew that the person in front of her was only twelve years old. Even the Martial Empress was overwhelmed by this deeply ingrained prophecy, for when she was very young, her grandmaster had told her that a descendant of the Azure Dragon would become her husband, and she had believed her grandmaster's words without question.

Unfazed by Li Xiyu's actions, he knew there was no killing intent in the sword. He looked at Li Xiyu with a smile and said gently, "Do you hate me? Do you want to defy the prophecy of fate? Actually, the moment you defy it, you've already believed in fate. Then kill me!" Looking at this woman struggling in confusion, Li Feiyu felt a pang of pity. He didn't know what prophecy "that person" she spoke of was, but he could understand her inner turmoil from her expression. To untangle her knot, he grasped the narrow willow-skin sword pointing at his chest and plunged it into his own. A muffled "groan" escaped his lips as blood stained his chest. His hand was cut by the sharp sword, and blood dripped onto the ground.

Li Xiyu was shocked, tears streaming down her cheeks. "What are you doing?!" she cried out. Seeing the sword piercing his chest, she released the sword, turned away, and began to sob softly, her hands flailing helplessly. Was this still a Martial Emperor?

Li Feiyu pulled the sword from his chest. It wasn't deeply embedded and fell easily to the ground. His extraordinary regenerative abilities meant no blood flowed from the wound. He sighed, walked over, and embraced her tightly around the waist. As his hands encircled her waist, he clearly felt her tremble slightly, as if preparing to resist, but she remained stiffly in his embrace. Perhaps shocked by Li Feiyu's actions, she stopped crying.

Li Feiyu brushed aside the rain-dampened hair from her face, his warm hand gently caressing her cold, beautiful face. He said tenderly, "If you don't believe in fate, why resist it? I know the 'person' you're talking about is me. Since you're with me, you're destined to be my woman. I love you. I don't want to make any promises. Even if you were a celestial fairy, I would drag you down to be my devilish wife. I am the devil in your life."

Li Xiyu's tears suddenly streamed down her face. She punched his shoulder, crying, "Yes! You're a devil! The devil who ruined me! You devil! Devil..."

Li Feiyu looked tenderly at the erupting Li Xiyu and smiled, "You finally admit I'm the devil in your life."

"No! You're not!" Li Xiyu shook her head, her breath sweet as orchids, but her body went limp, leaning against his chest.

Li Feiyu touched her face, lifted her chin, and kissed her, parting her soft lips, his tongue probing inside. This time, however, he encountered resistance; she clenched her teeth tightly. He released her lips, gazing at her beautiful face so close to his, his eyes filled with tenderness. Li Xiyu's heart pounded, a blush rising on her face. In her heart, Li Feiyu had gained her approval.

Only then did Li Feiyu notice that their clothes were wet. A patch of wetness clung to Li Xiyu's chest, her clothes clinging tightly to her body, her proud curves pressed against his chest, even her buttocks burning with desire in the dampness. His lower body swelled, throbbing against her soft abdomen. She clearly felt it, her hands bracing against his chest, trying to push him away. Li Feiyu immediately kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth. This time, her resistance was even stronger; she turned her face, trying to separate their lips. Li Feiyu's hand reached for her plump buttocks, the heat of his palm making Li Xiyu tremble. Slowly opening her teeth, Li Feiyu's tongue finally broke through her defenses, enveloping her delicate tongue.

The kiss was so intense that Li Xiyu was completely lost in it, only snapping out of her daze when Li Feiyu's fingers brushed against her genitals. Sometime later, Li Feiyu lifted the hem of her silk skirt, unfastened her panties, revealing her fair and tender genitals, and gently inserted his fingers. Li Xiyu was startled, her face flushed, and she grabbed his hand, looking up at Li Feiyu with a huff and puff of anger, saying, "Did you come here just to bully me?"

Li Feiyu looked at Li Xiyu and said with a wicked smile, "I came here to bring you happiness."

Li Xiyu lowered her head shyly, leaning against his chest, and said gently, "Then, then don't be so hasty, hey, I haven't thought it through yet, how about we wait a while? You're only twelve!"

"Do I look twelve?" Li Feiyu grabbed her buttocks, making her weak all over, leaning limply against his chest, and said domineeringly, "I said that even if you were a fairy from heaven, I would pull you down to be my devil's wife, so you are destined to be my woman, and now I want you!" After saying that, he pressed Li Xiyu against the pavilion, her hands resting on the pavilion pillars, her lower body exposed to him.

Li Xiyu closed her eyes, unable to resist, and shook her head weakly. He really was the devil in her life! The heavy rain drizzled in, soaking her body as she leaned against the pavilion. Li Feiyu, gazing at her beautiful figure, felt a surge of desire. Making love in the rain must be so wonderful. He knew Li Xiyu was currently confused and unable to resist; once she awoke, she wouldn't come with him. There was no one else in the courtyard; she seemed to only have two maids, presumably inside. Seizing the opportunity, he pulled down his trousers, his erect member pressing against her, bending her body, and said from behind, "Remember this position? If not, let's practice."

How could she not remember? Those deeply ingrained memories had been replaying in her mind for days. She awoke, as if trying to stand up and resist, but at that moment, Li Feiyu thrust deeply inside her, reaching her very core. The layers of warm, tight embrace made Li Feiyu gasp.

The rain outside intensified, and the pavilion was also engulfed in a tempestuous storm. Li Feiyu, too, was swept away by madness.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Fall of the Martial Ancestor

When Li Feiyu emerged from Li Xiyu's residence, it was already noon on the second day. In the pouring rain, he stood at the courtyard gate, wearing a black raincoat and a bamboo hat. Looking at the dark sky, he frowned, sensing a oppressive atmosphere in the weather, as if something significant had occurred. Li Feiyu glanced back and saw Li Xiyu standing at the entrance of her embroidery room in her pajamas, watching him. She quickly turned away shyly, slamming the door shut. He couldn't help but laugh heartily, then calmly walked out and returned to his small courtyard.

The heavy rain hinted at something unusual, a feeling even stronger for martial artists above the Martial Emperor level. This was a small bamboo grove, but its oppressive spiritual energy made it unlike any other. The dark green bamboo crackled with golden lightning under the onslaught of the rain, raindrops transforming into mist that spread everywhere, turning the place into a misty, ethereal fairyland. Nestled peacefully in the bamboo grove was an ancient pavilion named "Zhu Yi Xuan," yet the rain and mist seemed to automatically veer away from it, separated by a transparent barrier.

Inside the pavilion stood a handsome young man in a white silk robe with gold trim, his brows slightly furrowed. He held a black chess piece, hesitant to place it on the board. After a long pause, he finally settled it with a "snap," a slight smile on his face. An aura of refined elegance emanated from him, making him instantly approachable.

Opposite him sat an elderly man with a magnificent white beard, dressed in purple and gold silk and adorned with an ancient jade pendant. He muttered praises, whether for the young man's skill in chess or for the young man himself, it was unclear. He said, "This chess game has been laid out by the Heavenly Elder for many years, and I, an old man, have been unable to break it. I never imagined that even the First Prince could see it so clearly in a day!" The powerful voice belonged to Yue Wutian, the Martial Emperor, a revered figure in the Imperial Palace of the Great Han Dynasty. Judging from his tone, the young man was the First Prince, Li Zhengming. Li Zhengming was shrouded in mystery in the eyes of the people of Great Han; they knew his name but never saw him. It was unexpected that he was hiding here. Li Zhengming was indeed mysterious. He cultivated the Way of Nature in seclusion within the "Bamboo Pavilion," comprehending the laws of heaven and earth. His physical strength was extraordinary. Although he held a royal title, he remained indifferent to politics and worldly affairs, appearing more like a cultivator.

"Elder Yue is too kind! These past few days, I have benefited greatly from Elder Yue's guidance, which has greatly improved my mental state and allowed me to break the chess game. It is also thanks to my Dao Eye that I was unaffected by the illusion," Li Zhengming said modestly.

Yue Wutian shook his head and laughed, "I'm afraid the Crown Prince's talent is more to speak of. His reputation for 'a learned scholar with a Daoist heart' is truly well-deserved. He remained unfazed by this deadly situation. My daughter probably won't be convinced

, will she?" Li Zhengming smiled indifferently, offering no reply. Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed across the sky. A rift opened in the inky black sky, through which dark clouds churned, radiating endless deathly energy. This celestial phenomenon arrived so suddenly that everyone stared in astonishment at the sky. Just then, the rain intensified, its pattering sound carrying boundless fury as it rushed towards the earth.

Li Zhengming and Yue Wutian simultaneously stood up in surprise, looking at the sky with astonishment. Li Zhengming's face remained calm until he saw Yue Wutian's pale expression. He looked at Yue Wutian with surprise and

asked, "Elder Yue, have you perhaps seen something?" Yue Wutian stared intently at the huge gaping hole in the dark clouds above, muttering to himself, "The Martial Ancestor has fallen... The Martial Ancestor has fallen... It really is the Martial Ancestor who has fallen. Who else could have killed the Martial Ancestor..."

Hearing Yue Wutian's mutterings, Li Zhengming looked up at the sky again, his face darkening and his eyes gleaming. A Martial Emperor could sense the heavens and earth and naturally sense the fall of a powerful figure. If it really was the Martial Ancestor who had fallen, that would be terrifying. As far as he knew, there had been no trace of a Martial Ancestor on this continent for thousands of years. The most recent one was the Ancient Dragon Venerable two thousand years ago, who slaughtered a country with a flick of his wrist and then disappeared.

Yue Wutian looked at Li Zhengming and shook his head, indicating that he should not ask anything. He regained his composure and said, "Your Highness, something major has happened

. Judging from the direction of the Martial Ancestor's fall, it is still within our Great Han territory. I must go to the Imperial Pavilion to discuss this with the Emperor and the elders in the Imperial Household Department." Li Zhengming nodded, but hesitated to speak.

Yue Wutian looked at the prince, knowing what he wanted to say, and frowned, saying, "Your Highness previously wanted me to refine the Ink Profound Immortal Bamboo Heart from this bamboo forest, and I can agree! But you must know that once I refine the Ink Profound Immortal Bamboo Heart, this bamboo forest will wither and its spiritual energy will dissipate. These bamboos are all ancient wonders; don't you think it's a pity?"

Li Zhengming shook his head and said, "No! I've already decided. I need that Ink Profound Immortal Bamboo Heart to refine it into the Ink Profound Spiritual Zither. I'll trouble you, Elder Yue!"

Yue Wutian looked deeply at Li Zhengming and said, "A zither made from the Ink Profound Immortal Bamboo Heart is indeed unique. I'm afraid this zither will be the Crown Prince's weakness in his Dao heart!" After saying that, he sighed, and his figure slowly faded and disappeared from the pavilion.

Li Zhengming looked up at the sky, but the eerie sky was no longer in his sight. A look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes as he recalled the exquisite figure plucking the strings of the zither. He murmured, "Even if you are the flaw in my Dao heart, I am willing to leave this greatest flaw behind. Didn't you say you didn't have a good zither? I'll give you the best zither in the world. What does it matter if I lose this fairyland, as long as it makes you smile?"

Li Feiyu returned home and was sleeping with his maid when a sudden clap of thunder and rain jolted him awake. The maid shrank back into his arms in fear. He pinched her buttocks, stood up, his brow furrowed, for he too had realized that this change in the weather was not simple.

Chapter Thirty-Six: A Divine Sword

Descends from the Sky. The torrential rain fell in a steady drizzle, splashing crisply on the ground. The flowers in the courtyard withered prematurely under the heavy rain, leaving behind fragmented petals. Li Feiyu stood at the window and noticed that the rainwater was mixed with streaks of black, slightly salty, like the taste of tears. He looked up at the sky, where a massive opening spewed black mist, emanating a oppressive and malevolent aura. What kind of being was that? Three days had passed since the opening appeared in the sky, and it grew larger with each passing day. What would its final form be?

Almost the instant the opening appeared, powerful figures from all sides of the continent stopped what they were doing and looked towards the sky above the Great Han Empire. The higher their cultivation, the more they could feel the deathly resentment in the sky. "The Martial Ancestor's Fall"—this thought flashed through the minds of almost every powerful figure. Only the death of the Martial Ancestor could cause such a celestial phenomenon. Thus, the small southwestern border country of Great Han became the focus of the continent.

There were countless small countries on the continent, but only ten super empires. None of these great empires were controlled by a single force, but rather by alliances of super-powerful forces. In the center of the continent resided the super empire—the Seven Stars, composed of seven super-power alliances: the Heavenly Pole Palace, the Asura Palace, Tiger Creek Mountain, the Beast Taming Hall, the Weiyang Gate, the Vermilion Bird Gate, and the Dragon Soaring Family. The Heavenly Palace sits atop a towering, spiritually rich peak, heavily guarded by various protective formations and mechanisms. The instant the sky opened, an elderly man with a youthful face and white hair stood atop the peak. His eyes shone brightly as he gazed at the southwest sky. A purple-gold divine sword hung at his waist, his posture forming a Tai Chi symbol, radiating an aura of righteous power. Even the First Prince, Li Zhengming, paled in comparison. This very aura, rotating into a circle, caused the earth's magnetic field to become circular, forming its own boundary. To be able to merge with heaven and earth and create one's own boundary was undoubtedly the mark of a Martial Emperor. Yet this old man with the divine sword did not cultivate martial arts, but rather the Way of Nature. The Way of Nature does not cultivate martial arts techniques, but focuses on spiritual power, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth. Behind the old man stood a stunningly beautiful woman, elegant and ethereal. She wore a green silk robe, her complexion as radiant as the morning glow reflecting on snow, without any makeup. She possessed the grace of Ban Jieyu continuing the history of the past and the elegance of Xie Lingyun reciting poems about snow. If the woman beside Li Feiyu was already exquisitely beautiful, this woman, while equally beautiful, possessed an ethereal, otherworldly quality.

Suddenly, the sword in the old man's hand trembled, ringing out. The old man and the young woman's attention turned to the sword. The old man's heart tightened as he looked at it. He had found this sword in an ancient tomb, and its secrets remained unknown. He didn't cultivate martial arts, but rather the Way of Nature. He carried this sword because of the intricate patterns carved upon it, these mysterious patterns seemingly proclaiming some kind of law. Each time he studied the sword, he gained progress in his cultivation, hence his deep affection for it. Another important reason was that the sword possessed both sacred and evil powers, which puzzled him greatly. The evil and sacred paths coexisted, and it was precisely because of this that it could cure the strange illness of the woman behind him.

The woman behind the old man also stared in astonishment at the sword. Born with a strange constitution and a frail body, she was originally destined to die before the age of ten. However, when she was eight, the old man obtained this sword and used its power to slowly heal her body, allowing her to live to this day. She is now twenty-three years old and the Queen of the Seven Star Empire. She looked at the sword, hoping this mysterious weapon would undergo some change.

A change occurred. "Clang!"—the sword swiftly detached from its sheath and flew into the sky. The old man did not stop it, looking at the girl and saying, "You go back first!" With that, he flashed, taking to the air and following the sword southwest. He had a hunch that the sword's unusual movement was related to the anomalies in the sky, and perhaps he could take this opportunity to learn the sword's secrets.

Li Feiyu gazed at the sky. Dark clouds churned, and rain poured down. Suddenly, a giant sword radiating golden light, imbued with an aura of destruction, struck the gaping maw of the dark clouds. "Sizzle!"—strikes of lightning crisscrossed the sky as the golden sword was swallowed by the clouds. But in an instant, golden light emanated from the clouds, accompanied by thunderous roars and waves of destruction. The entire Great Cold Realm was enveloped in this aura. Some powerful figures, attempting to resist this pressure, coughed up blood, suffering internal injuries. The golden sword didn't disappear; instead, it split into countless smaller swords that crisscrossed within the dark clouds, shattering them into countless pieces. Soon after, the clouds dissipated, and the divine sword vanished. This miraculous scene astonished Li Feiyu! And astonished the entire Great Cold Realm!

On a small hilltop, a man with a youthful face and white hair watched this scene, speechless with shock. Only he knew the terror of this black cloud. He was the Martial Emperor who had followed the divine sword for three days and three nights. When he tried to approach the black cloud with the divine sword, he couldn't withstand the pressure within and stopped there. He never expected that the sword he had studied for over a decade would be so powerful. Then came excitement—how much power must his sword possess! But when he looked more closely at the sky, he found that the sword had vanished, vanished completely. He could no longer sense its presence. The divine sword had used up all the power the old man had unsealed to destroy the black cloud. Without power, the divine sword fell silent, no different from an ordinary sword. But the old man wasn't worried about the divine sword's whereabouts. As long as the divine sword was sharpened and emitted its power, he could find it using the scabbard connected to the sword. He flashed and disappeared from the hilltop.

Li Feiyu was still shocked by the change in the sky when, in the blink of an eye, the heavy rain stopped. The sky was dark, but the oppressive atmosphere was gone, as if the rain had cleared up in an instant. "Thump"—A sword descended from the sky, so suddenly, as if shattering the void, landing before Li Feiyu.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Divine Sword Emperor Kills.

Li Feiyu stared at the sword in his hand, bewildered. He didn't know what material it was made of, nor could he sense any power within it, yet holding it gave him a feeling of controlling the world. Frowning, he realized he'd picked up a hot potato. So many eyes had witnessed the sword's power; it would inevitably attract covetous eyes. He wasn't afraid of trouble, but he was inviting it upon himself. Therefore, his first thought was to hide the sword.

Just as he was about to sheathe it, he suddenly felt scorching waves emanating from the divine sword. These waves contained destructive power, so oppressive that he could barely breathe. "Clang, clang, clang—" The sword intent emanating from the divine sword enveloped Li Feiyu, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes. At this moment, seven-colored flames ignited on the sword, eerily seeping from Li Feiyu's skin into his blood, causing his blood to begin to boil. However, this heat was instantly enveloped by a chilling power, causing Li Feiyu's entire body to feel both hot and cold.

Xue Ling, one of the ten lovely maids in the room, saw her young master pick up a sword that had fallen from the sky. She also wanted to see what kind of sword it was. The rumbling sound in the sky just now was too terrifying. How could it have become so quiet in the blink of an eye? Thinking this, she prepared to get up, but a wave of weakness came over her. She only felt a scorching power spreading from her young master, making her dizzy and pale. The suffocating power made it hard for her to breathe, and with a soft "hmm~," she fainted.

In Li Feiyu's sea of consciousness, he felt the entire world filled with scorching red flames. The intense heat seemed to be refining him, and his blood boiled. He wanted to throw himself into these flames, to burn himself, to incinerate the earth. He remembered that he was the karmic fire of heaven and earth. This world was a filthy world. Looking back, he realized he had been trapped in worldly desires and lust for too long. He regretted it, and thus he decided to burn his flesh and blood to the earth. Just as he plunged into the sea of fire, he smiled eerily, and a bolt of purple-gold lightning shot from his eyes. The sea of fire in the sky was filled with the power of lightning punishment, and the sea of fire slowly receded as if it were being refined. With Li Feiyu's powerful soul and consciousness, he naturally did not fall into this illusion of the sea of fire. From the initial confusion to his awakening, he decided to destroy this illusion. He suddenly discovered that within this illusion of fire, he could easily control the power of the Azure Dragon and the power of the purple-gold lightning punishment. That power to control heaven and earth made him feel that even this karmic fire of heaven and earth was no match for him.

As the flames subsided, before Li Feiyu could even assess his surroundings, a chilling aura swept over him, making even his robust physique feel icy. As he felt the cold, a sinister aura emanated from him, and a thin layer of frost slowly formed in the room. The young maid, shivering in her sleep, huddled in a ball. Finally waking, she saw Li Feiyu with his eyes closed and radiating a chilling aura. Her face paled with fear, and she covered her mouth in terror. Naturally, the innocent maid was terrified. She wanted to scream, but fearing her impulsiveness would disturb the young prince, she cautiously tiptoed out, lifting her small gauze skirt, to find her sisters. Once outside, she didn't forget to close the door behind her to prevent anyone from disturbing her young master. As she rushed out, she naturally didn't notice the sword eerily fading, slowly disappearing from Li Feiyu's hand.

Li Feiyu gazed at the endless snow-covered landscape, feeling as if he were standing in a snow-covered abyss. The howling wind made him shiver painfully. All around him was a vast expanse of white, the empty snowfield embodying only his own loneliness, despair, coldness, and ruthlessness. He refused to walk this lonely path, so he chose destruction. A surge of intense masculine energy erupted from Li Feiyu's body, melting the snow and destroying everything in its path.

Hot and cold, yin and yang, heaven and earth, swirled and transformed into a Tai Chi symbol. Heaven and earth were destroyed, rumbling—cracks crisscrossed the world, spreading outwards from the Tai Chi symbol. These cracks seemed to contain some profound truth, one he couldn't comprehend, yet etched firmly into his heart in another way. The Tai Chi destroyed heaven and earth, leaving him staring blankly at the boundless darkness. He sat cross-legged on the Tai Chi symbol, streams of power flowing from it into his consciousness and body. Panlong—these two words suddenly popped into Li Feiyu's mind. The sword he had just used was the Panlong Sword, the guardian sword of this continent, a weapon of both saint and evil, dedicated to protecting this continent and driven by a bloodthirsty nature. Years ago, a powerful figure from another continent attempted to invade this land, only to be killed by the sword's owner. However, the sword's owner perished during the battle, and the sword itself was severely damaged, sealing itself away.

Panlong? —Li Feiyu opened his eyes in the illusion, a cold smile playing on his lips. Feeling the sword within his dantian, he murmured, "From now on, you are called Emperor Killer!" The sword within his dantian trembled slightly upon hearing his name. He glanced around his bedroom, frowning, and noticed it was soaking wet. His soul power had just surged, making it easy for him to spot the crowd at the door. He smiled faintly, "Come in, all of you!"

Bang—the door was suddenly pushed open, and Princess Li Mengxin stood behind it, hands on her hips, pouting. She had kicked the door open, of course.

Li Feiyu stared at her in astonishment, bewildered by the adorable little princess. He had no idea how he had offended her!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Tender Feelings in the Rain (Part 1)

Looking at the little princess, Li Feiyu was completely bewildered when, unexpectedly, the little loli Li Mengxin burst in with a fragrant breeze, circling around him. Her bright eyes never left Li Feiyu, and she muttered to herself, "She really is a freak. She's grown so tall in such a short time, and her hair has turned blonde. Freak!" She then gave him a strange look, pouting her little lips.

Li Feiyu looked at her cute appearance, but her words sent a chill down his spine. Was she planning to use him as an experiment again? Thinking this, he looked at Princess Li Mengxin and asked strangely, "Why are you always hovering around me?"

Li Mengxin, hearing his words, put her hands on her hips, pouted, and said coquettishly, "You bad boy, you haven't forgotten what happened last time, have you?"

Hearing her words, Li Feiyu's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he said, "Of course I haven't forgotten. What, you've come to me this time wanting me to devour you?" The ten maids standing at the door had all arrived. Hearing Li Feiyu's teasing voice, they knew he was alright and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the princess's petulant expression, they pursed their lips, suppressed their laughter, and quietly left, not wanting to disturb the two any further. Two people were still standing outside the door: one was Li Xiyu, and the other was Leng Youyou.

Li Mengxin's heart pounded, captivated by his smile. A blush crept onto her face as she glared at him, saying, "You rascal, I haven't settled the score with you yet!"

Although she was angry with him, Li Feiyu couldn't find a trace of dislike in her; on the contrary, she was incredibly cute. Her exquisitely beautiful face, adorned with delicate features, combined with the blush and her anger, exuded a unique charm that made Li Feiyu secretly call her a little vixen. If it weren't for the fact that there were other people outside, he wouldn't have suppressed his urges and would have acted as if

she were one. He reached out to hug her, laughing, "Who told you to be such a little vixen? Don't blame me! How do you want to settle the score with me?" Li Mengxin cleverly dodged Li Feiyu's grasp and cried out, "You rascal, why did you eat Master Sister?!" After saying this, she stood three meters away from Li Feiyu, indignantly speaking, her eyes filled with a misty, watery light, but beneath that gaze lay a cunning glint. She practiced a kind of Jade Maiden Kung Fu and accidentally discovered that her master, Leng Youyou, was not a virgin. After observing for a while, she realized that her master often talked about this big bad guy. She decided to tell him and see what he would do.

A dark figure flashed in, and Leng Youyou, with her devilish figure and angelic face, instantly appeared beside Li Mengxin. She reached out her delicate, jade-like hand and covered Li Mengxin's indignant mouth, her face flushed. She didn't dare look Li Feiyu in the eye, her former boldness gone. She said shyly, "Since you're alright, I'll take the little princess and leave first. Goodbye!" Without waiting for Li Feiyu's reply, she and Li Mengxin vanished from the room, leaving only a blur. Li Feiyu hadn't expected the enchanting Leng Youyou to have such a side, nor had he expected her escape skills to be so formidable.

Li Feiyu was stunned: "Eat her? What does that mean? Could it be in that medicinal pool…?" Thinking this, a burning desire rose within him. The thought of possessing her, and then having her again, filled him with excitement. Since his awakening, he had longed to possess her; he remembered that during his first ejaculation, he had fantasized about her.

A stunningly beautiful figure walked in from outside, gazing at Li Feiyu with tender affection.

Looking at this woman who could be considered the one he truly meant in this world, Li Feiyu's eyes were filled with love. He held her soft, boneless body in his arms, inhaling her fragrance.

Li Xiyu's face flushed red as she leaned against him, listening to his strong, powerful heartbeat. His masculine aura enveloped her, giving her a sense of peace. She had chosen this man from the bottom of her heart without any regrets. Whether he was wicked or noble, as long as he could give her happiness, why should she care about anything else? She looked up at his handsome face and asked gently, "Are you alright?"

Li Feiyu looked at this woman. He hadn't entirely been using her initially, but after last night's tenderness, he understood her inner suffering and had long since cherished her in his heart. He took her hand, kissed it, and said, "I'm fine. I just got a sword. You've seen this sword before, the one in the sky just now!"

Li Xiyu was shocked. The scene of the sky cleaving through the dark clouds was undoubtedly breathtaking to her. She never expected that her man would possess that sword. She smiled gently at Li Feiyu and said, "Husband, you're amazing!"

What could be more exciting than this? Hearing Li Xiyu admit his skill was no easy feat. Last night, he had almost drained her dry, and even when she couldn't move, she wouldn't admit his skill. He never expected her to admit it today.

While excited, a sense of resentment rose within him. Was his sword in his lower body less powerful than the one in his hand? He whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin, "Hey, there's something even better, want to try?" Then, his hand moved down from her waist, pressing against her buttocks and rubbing them. Their body temperatures rose rapidly. (
Chapter 39, Part 2)

Li Feiyu held the boneless Li Xiyu in his arms, his hand kneading her buttocks. Even through the thin gauze, he could feel their amazing smoothness and elasticity. Li Xiyu felt weak all over, leaning against Li Feiyu's chest. Under the influence of his powerful breath, she felt her lower body begin to wet, panting softly, looking at Li Feiyu with passion.

Li Feiyu kissed her small mouth, sucking on her delicate tongue. His hand, which was holding her slender waist, reached for her breasts. His hand couldn't grasp them; her soft, full breasts changed shape under his caresses. Li Xiyu, panting, blushed as Li Feiyu released her from the long, passionate kiss. Looking at him with deep emotion, she pleaded, "Carry me to the bed."

Hearing this, Li Feiyu, with a wicked charm, wrapped his arms around Li Xiyu's slender waist and gently placed her on the luxurious sandalwood bed. Li Xiyu closed her eyes shyly, letting him undress her.

Undressing a woman is a pleasurable process; slowly removing clothing is like unveiling a long-awaited mystery, especially the clothes of a stunningly beautiful woman. To be honest, Li Feiyu wasn't familiar with Li Xiyu's body, so he felt a slight excitement. With each layer of clothing removed, he got closer to her true appearance. Li Xiyu didn't wear many clothes. Starting from her shoulders, he removed her gauze skirt, revealing a green bodice. Her breasts bulged against the fabric, the deep, white cleavage providing a great visual and emotional experience. Li Xiyu cooperated, but Li Feiyu felt a sense of boredom as his desire rose, because Li Xiyu was passively cooperating with his actions. Li Xiyu lifted her beautiful legs, and her gauze skirt was completely removed from her body, leaving her only in a green bodice and white underpants. She nervously closed her eyes, her exquisite face flushed. She could feel Li Feiyu's burning gaze sweeping over her entire body; the small damp patch in the middle of her underpants made her wish she could disappear into the ground.

Seeing Li Xiyu's closed eyes, he inhaled the fragrance of orchids emanating from her, kissed her closed eyes, and whispered in her ear, "I'll take them off for you, will you take them off for me too?" His gentle tone carried a hint of ambiguity and subtle intimacy.

Li Xiyu trembled, opening her eyes to look at Li Feiyu, and said shyly, "You...you're so bad!" But her hands still trembled as she reached out to undress Li Feiyu. She looked at Li Feiyu's firm abdominal muscles and his intense masculine aura, her gaze becoming hazy. But when she was down to only her underpants, she couldn't bring herself to reach them, because she discovered a huge tent protruding from them.

Li Feiyu chuckled wickedly, his lips meeting Li Xiyu's soft lips, his tongue mingling with hers. He grabbed her hand and guided it to the erection beneath him. Li Xiyu's hand trembled, trying to pull away, but Li Feiyu, already prepared, firmly pressed her hand down. The intense heat emanating from her hand traveled to her heart, making her feel a tingling sensation. She couldn't help but grasp it, finally forgetting her shyness, and began to masturbate.

Li Feiyu was satisfied with her reaction. He moved his other hand and untied her bodice, revealing her half-exposed breasts. Her snow-white peaks, already erect from Li Feiyu's stimulation, ignited a burning passion within him. He buried his face in them, inhaling the unique maternal scent, and sucked hard on one of her pink nipples. With his hands down, burning with desire, he pulled off her underpants…

Gasps, moans, the sounds of impact, the creaking of the wooden bed… all the sounds intertwined, playing the prelude to spring. Accompanied by Li Xiyu's long sobs, the room finally quieted down. Li Xiyu, panting, lay motionless on top of Li Feiyu, both covered in sweat, their lower bodies still joined. Li Feiyu's genitals were still erect, deeply inside her, seemingly without ejaculation.

Li Xiyu felt the still-erect member inside her, struggling to move it. Her watery eyes, filled with desire, revealed a hint of apology towards Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu pressed his hand against Li Xiyu's buttocks, kissed her lips, and shook his head, saying, "Silly girl, you have no energy left. Just lie in my arms for a while, don't worry about me." He then tidied her disheveled hair and kissed her forehead tenderly.

Li Xiyu looked at Li Feiyu apologetically. She was his woman, yet she couldn't satisfy him. She was utterly exhausted; she couldn't even remember how long they had been entwined, and how many times she had climaxed during that time. She lay on top of him, listening to his strong heartbeat, her soft breasts distorted under the pressure.

Li Feiyu held Li Xiyu's soft, warm body, gazing at her, and asked, "Yu'er, can you tell me about your background?"

Li Xiyu looked at Li Feiyu with a huff, then said angrily, "You're such a bad guy! You've only met me once and you've already..."

Li Feiyu smiled sheepishly, but deliberately thrust his massive member forcefully, slamming it heavily against Li Xiyu's lower body. Li Xiyu let out a soft moan, rolled her eyes at Li Feiyu, and nestled in his arms, reminiscing, "I'm an orphan, raised by my grandmaster since childhood. She taught me to read and to practice martial arts. When I was fifteen, she consulted the fortune teller Linglongzi, who predicted that my husband would be the Azure Dragon Lord, possessing the body of thunder punishment—and it turned out to be you. Later, my grandmaster passed on all her power to me, and like all her grandmasters, she fell into a deep sleep. Only those with the strength of a Martial Venerable or possessed by the Azure Dragon can awaken them."

"Could it be that I am the person your grandmaster predicted? And my strength must reach the Martial Venerable level to awaken them?" Li Feiyu frowned, his heart filled with resentment towards so-called destiny, but these bizarre events forced him to believe.

Li Xiyu naturally noticed Li Feiyu's displeasure and looked at him nervously, afraid he would be angry.

Li Feiyu looked at Li Xiyu calmly, kissed her soft lips, and said, "Silly girl, how could I be angry? Fate doesn't matter. Since I don't believe in fate, why let so-called fate control my feelings? Since my Yu'er believes in me so much, as long as I have such a powerful Heaven, I will definitely save them."

Li Xiyu breathed a sigh of relief, a sweet feeling welling up in her heart, and said, "Thank you, husband! My grandmaster raised me and has been so kind to me. After you become a Martial Venerable, you must save my sect! I think becoming a Martial Venerable is not difficult for you!" After saying that, she looked at Li Feiyu pleadingly, as if Li Feiyu was definitely capable of becoming a Martial Venerable.

“Fool, I’ll definitely help you when I have the ability, but isn’t it too early to say that now?” Li Feiyu said with a bitter smile, shaking his head inwardly. “Is your sect now just you alone?”

Li Xiyu’s eyes darkened slightly at Li Feiyu’s question. She leaned against him and said, “Husband, you don’t know how much potential you have. Even the Martial Ancestor might be able to help you. I used to have a senior sister, but our Ruoshui lineage can only be passed down to one person. In the end, our master chose me, and that senior sister who used to take good care of me turned against me and disappeared. Husband, sometimes I really hate myself.” After saying that, her eyes dimmed.

Li Feiyu slapped her snowy buttocks hard and said, “What are you thinking? How could someone as beautiful as my Yu’er be hated? Even though your sect is just you alone now, you still have me, don’t you?” Looking at her, she seemed less and less like a Martial Emperor and more like a simple girl.

Li Xiyu smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, my husband will definitely be able to rescue my sect!"

Li Feiyu was mesmerized by Li Xiyu's charming smile, secretly calling her "little vixen." This was the first time he had seen her smile, and it was so captivating. His blood was boiling. He flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, saying, "Rescuing your sect isn't urgent. Now, hehe, let's collect some interest." After saying that, he began to thrust. After a brief rest, Li Xiyu was pulled back into the fray by Li Feiyu.

Chapter 40: The Red-Tailed Jade Fox

After the heavy rain, the air was slightly chilly, and the scent of earth filled the air. Li Feiyu awoke the next morning after his passionate encounter with Li Xiyu. Remembering that he hadn't yet explored the capital of the empire, he walked along the bustling streets with two maids. His golden hair and luxurious white silk robes gave him an air of nobility, and the bustling crowd unconsciously parted to make way for him. He waved a painted fan, a faint smile on his face, appearing relaxed and carefree. Inwardly, however, he was filled with satisfaction and amazement. This continent truly lived up to its reputation for martial arts; most of the people he saw possessed fluctuations of true qi, and even the street vendors had mastered a few martial arts techniques. The main road was several hundred meters wide, more prosperous than any capital city in Chinese history, its carved railings and painted beams remarkably similar to the ancient architecture of the Tang Dynasty, giving him a feeling of being transported back to that era. However, the women of this continent were far bolder than those in feudal China. Among the crowds, there were many scantily clad, unrestrained female warriors who blushed and glared at Li Feiyu, though their appearances were less than flattering. Li Feiyu had assumed his blond hair was unusual, but he had unexpectedly seen two blond men, and even green, white, and blond hair—all sorts of other hair types. He knew this continent didn't have hair dyeing technology, so the only explanation was their race or the martial arts they practiced. All of this was new and mysterious to Li Feiyu.

Two young maids followed closely behind Li Feiyu, their eyes darting around. Having never left the palace since entering, they were dazzled by all the novel sights.

"Ah~ so cute!" One of the maids, Xue Ling, covered her adorable little mouth, her eyes filled with delighted love as she looked at the red-tailed jade fox in a cage by the roadside. Beside the street, a cage containing a fox hung from a flowering tree branch, fallen petals carpeting the ground. A middle-aged man in tattered clothes leaned listlessly against the tree. Hearing Xue Ling's voice, his eyes lit up with joy, but then, as if remembering something, he sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

The maid who stood with Xue Ling was her twin sister, Xue Fen. She too looked at the fox in the cage with starry eyes, but then her gaze shifted to the red-tailed jade fox with pity. The little fox in the cage curled its tail around its small body, trembling, and looked at the two maids with pitiful eyes.

As Xue Ling and Xue Fen gazed at the little fox with delight, Li Feiyu also noticed it. To him, it was likely just a branch of foxes from this continent, the kind of pet girls liked, nothing special. The two maids looked at him pitifully, tugging at his sleeve and softly saying, "Young Master!" Li Feiyu shook his painted fan and said, "If you like it, buy it!"

"Three thousand gold coins," the middle-aged man on the ground said without looking up. In his opinion, these two pretty girls were probably just two favored maids in this wealthy young master's heart, but in any case, this young master wouldn't spend so many gold coins on a pet that was only pretty but useless. On the market, some beautiful pets only cost a few hundred silver coins, and even second-grade exotic beasts only cost a few dozen gold coins. It was unfortunate of him, really; he was originally a Xiantian martial artist, a jungle hunter by profession. During a hunt for small exotic beasts in the jungle, he inadvertently witnessed a small fox fighting a fifth-grade adult Azure Fire Wolf deep within the forest. Both were severely injured, and he captured the badly wounded fox. Unexpectedly, the fox, on the verge of unconsciousness, bit him in its sleep. He was horrified to discover that his internal energy was mysteriously draining away, and he had no internal energy left. He initially considered selling the fox to the Beast Fighting Palace as a fifth-grade exotic beast, but the Beast Fighting Palace nearly killed him, deeming the little beast a low-grade beast, unable to sense any flow of energy or true qi within it. Because he was usually extravagant and had no savings, he resorted to selling the little beast on the street. Many people inquired, but no one bought it. Unwilling to give up, he set the price high, hoping someone with discerning taste would buy it. In his beast-hunting career, he had never seen such an exotic beast, so he was certain it was extraordinary, at least a fifth-grade beast.

"Three thousand!" Xuefen and Xueling glared at the middle-aged man, looking at him with disdain, believing him to be a big liar. Li Feiyu had no concept of the gold coins on this continent, but the two little maids knew how much they were. The annual income of a commoner on this continent was seven or eight hundred silver coins, and that of a minor nobleman was six or seven hundred gold coins. One thousand silver coins equaled one gold coin, and one thousand gold coins equaled one *** (a unit of currency), or Cuiweiju coins. In other words, it would take a minor nobleman several years to afford this adorable little beast.

The two looked longingly at the red-tailed jade fox, finally managing to look away.

From their reactions, Li Feiyu knew that this down-on-his-luck middle-aged man had quoted an exorbitant price. Having lived two lives and never lacked money, he looked at the middle-aged man curiously and asked, "Why is it so expensive?"

The middle-aged man replied listlessly, "Because this is a fifth-grade exotic beast." Having said that, he was already prepared for the three of them to laugh at him.

The two young girls jumped in fright at the middle-aged man's boastful words, their faces flushed red with anger as they glared at him. They snorted and said, "Young Master, let's go! We don't want to believe this liar!"

Li Feiyu sensed the aura of a Xiantian martial artist emanating from the middle-aged man. Although he lacked internal energy, he didn't believe this down-on-his-luck man would lie. If he were truly a liar, he wouldn't remain indifferent to those who wanted to buy; instead, he would be desperately trying to sell it. If it were truly a fifth-grade exotic beast, would it only be worth five thousand gold coins? A fifth-grade beast, once fully grown, is equivalent to a human Martial Saint. Perhaps what he said was true.

"If you like it, buy it! Money is money, isn't it? I also really like this little fox; it's too pitiful to leave it in this cage if we don't buy it," Li Feiyu said, smiling at the two girls.

His loving tone made the two girls dizzy. "The young prince is so good to us! Is this our master?" Their hearts were filled with happiness.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened when he heard the handsome young master say he wanted to buy the little fox. Confirming he wasn't dreaming, he jumped up, looking at Li Feiyu with delight, his hands trembling with excitement. "You...you really want to buy it?" he exclaimed, then nervously watched him, afraid he might change his mind.

"Young master—it's too expensive!" Xue Ling, believing her master was buying it out of pity for her, was displeased to see this conman's face and quickly warned him.

Seeing the young woman's words, the middle-aged man panicked and said, "Young master, it's not expensive at all! This is definitely a fifth-grade exotic beast, it's just that some factors make it hard to tell. It's what caused my internal energy to leak out! I can lower the price a bit, it's definitely a good deal for you!"

"Hehe—how much will you lower it?" Li Feiyu couldn't help but ask, observing the middle-aged man's change in demeanor.

"Lower it by five hundred from the original price!" the middle-aged man said painfully. Being under someone else's roof, he had no choice but to sell this exotic beast, which could potentially fetch an astronomical price, at a bargain price.

"Hmph!" Xue Ling and Xue Fen saw through the middle-aged man's deception, taking advantage of their young master's recent awakening. They grumbled, their little faces tense, pouting, yet they dared not disobey their master.

"Oh~" Li Feiyu hesitated slightly.

The middle-aged man noticed his hesitation and quickly said, "Lower it by a thousand, that's all I can do!" He wiped the sweat from his forehead; two thousand was his bottom line, and he wouldn't sell it again.

Li Feiyu saw the middle-aged man's determination but didn't take it to heart. In fact, he was prepared to buy it no matter the price, but he didn't like being taken advantage of. He smiled slightly and asked Xue Ling, "Did you bring any money?"

"Young Master~~~" Xue Ling exclaimed softly, surprised that her master was really going to buy it. Fortunately, she had brought enough gold coins before leaving. Reluctantly, she pulled out a gold note worth two thousand from her sachet and angrily handed it to the down-on-his-luck middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man grabbed the gold note, and once he was sure he had it, he laughed heartily, overjoyed. He bowed to Li Feiyu, all his months of frustration gone, and happily said, "Thank you! I think you definitely won't regret buying this!"

"Wait—" a man's voice came from not far away.

Chapter 41: The Temptation of the Police Uniform

"Wait—" a man's voice came from not far away.

Looking back, a young man dressed in a gold-embroidered robe and waving a silver fan slowly walked over, saying with an air of arrogance, "I want that little fox!"

Li Feiyu frowned, then smiled wickedly. Interesting. Could he have encountered one of those legendary, wicked playboys? Hopefully, he wouldn't spoil the fun! In a true sense, drinking and composing poetry in this world was just as flamboyant as in his own world, except that poetry in this world was a pastime for the wealthy. With a strong martial spirit, there were also so-called talented scholars. The Hanlin Academy even had a literature department that taught people how to compose poetry. These scholars dressed in white robes and waved painted fans—it was undeniably pretentious, but in a world full of martial arts fanatics, it seemed exceptionally elegant. The poor, of course, couldn't afford it; they had to toil day and night for status and money.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man, knowing he couldn't afford to offend him, and said with a wry smile, "Young master, I'm sorry, I've already sold this fox!"

*Snap*—the young man snapped his fan shut, his face darkening. "You haven't received the money yet? You dare to try and fool me?"

"This…" The middle-aged man glanced at Li Kuaifei, gritted his teeth, and turned back to the young man, saying, "I'm sorry, young master! This gentleman has already given me the money, so this fox belongs to him! If you want it, you can buy it from him." He then nervously looked at the two men, hoping he wouldn't be involved. He recognized the young man in the golden robe as Zhou Yun, the only son of the current Minister of Finance, Zhou De—a notorious playboy in the capital. He, a nobody, couldn't afford to offend him, but this seemingly refined young man was also not to be trifled with.

"Hmph!" Zhou Yun grunted, naturally recognizing that this extraordinary young man was no ordinary person. Just looking at the two beautiful maids, he knew he was no simple character. But to win a smile from the ladies, he held back and said, "Brother, could you perhaps transfer this fox to me? I can afford any price!"

"Oh?" Li Feiyu smiled faintly, seeing that he was still somewhat well-behaved. "Sure, just make sure the price I paid is ten times higher." The two maids covered their mouths and giggled softly; they knew their young master was up to his old tricks again.

Ten times—that's 20,000 gold coins. Zhou Yun's face stiffened, his heart trembling. He thought to himself that this man was really asking for an exorbitant price. He only had 8,000 gold coins on him at most, and that was after he had been very frugal. His old man was too honest and stingy with his allowance. If he hadn't secretly accepted bribes, he wouldn't even have 8,000. He awkwardly shook his silver fan and smiled bitterly at Li Feiyu, "Brother, are you asking for an exorbitant price? How about I add 3,000 gold coins to your offer?"

Li Feiyu shook his head and ignored him, saying to the two maids, "Ling'er, Fen'er, let's go."

"Hmm." The two maids didn't even glance at Zhou Yun. Xue Ling took the little fox out of the cage and hugged it affectionately. Xue Fen ran over and exclaimed, "Let me hold it!" Looking at the fox's soft fur, the two women suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "The fox smells so good!" They smelled a fragrance on the fox, and the noisy air of the street seemed to clear up. The fox's eyes were bright, and it even stared at Li Feiyu with a grateful look before falling asleep in Xue Fen's arms.

The middle-aged man cupped his hands to Li Feiyu and said, "Thank you, young master. I'll be leaving now."

Li Feiyu nodded and turned to leave.

Zhou Yun felt completely ignored by everyone, all pretense discarded. He had never been so disregarded before. Even the Third Prince, Li Luoyun, treated him with utmost courtesy. What was there to fear in this capital? Besides, this little fox was something the Fifth Princess, Li Mengying, wanted. He grumbled, "Wait! What do you want in return for the fox?"

Li Feiyu frowned, impatiently replying, "Didn't I say? I'll sell it to you for 20,000 gold coins."

Zhou Yun's face darkened. "You probably don't know who I am, do you? You may not need to know, but this little fox is something the Fifth Princess wants. Do you want to steal what the Fifth Princess desires?"

Li Feiyu scoffed. "Finished? Let's go! Stop nagging!"

Hearing Li Feiyu's words, Zhou Yun's face turned green. His fists clenched, and a murderous intent rose within him, even though this contradicted his usual style of knowing his enemy before making a move.

"I thought he was a noble young master, but he has no manners at all. Where did this nouveau riche come from?!" A sarcastic, warbling voice rang out, followed by a stunningly beautiful young woman with bright eyes and white teeth. The woman bore a resemblance to the Sixth Princess, Li Mengxin. Behind her followed five men and three women, all dressed in luxurious attire. The young woman in front looked at Li Feiyu with disdain; she was the one who had spoken the truth. The five men's gazes towards Li Feiyu varied. Two of them, like the young woman, showed disdain, while the other three displayed suspicion, indifference, and friendliness. What caught Li Feiyu's attention most were the eyes of the two young women, their watery eyes revealing a hint of shyness that made him feel embarrassed.

The disdainful young woman pulled out 100,000 gold notes from her person and said to Li Feiyu, "Here are 100,000. I want this fox!" Her domineering manner left Li Feiyu no room to resist.

Li Feiyu looked at the girl; she was beautiful, but far inferior to Princess Li Mengxin. He sarcastically remarked, "Now that I'm not selling, does the Fifth Princess intend to forcibly take her?" He deliberately emphasized the words "Fifth Princess." His two maids, Xueling and Xuefen, glared angrily at the group.

"You—" Princess Li Mengxin roared, swinging her hand. Red flames flickered on her palm, the intense energy felt ten meters away. Pedestrians on both sides of the street quickly moved away to avoid trouble. Li Mengxin struck Li Feiyu with her palm. Her strength had reached the Innate Martial Master level, yet she couldn't sense the flow of true energy within Li Feiyu's body. She intended to break his sleeve as punishment for his blatant disrespect.

As Li Mengxin's palm struck, the two maids turned deathly pale, crying out, "Young Master!" They rushed forward, ready to shield her with their own bodies.

"Hmph!" Li Feiyu's face darkened, his figure blurred, and he swung his Ice Flame Palm. His hand, radiating a chilling aura, struck Li Mengxin's palm. *Thud!* Li Mengxin staggered back, nearly falling to the ground, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of her mouth. Li Feiyu, however, retreated as if nothing had happened. He was indeed unharmed; the Heavenly Azure True Qi could mimic any true qi, so wielding the chilling Ice Flame was naturally a piece of cake.

"Insolence!" The five men, seeing the princess return injured, roared simultaneously, preparing to step forward and subdue Li Feiyu.

"Stop!" Just then, a clear, melodious voice rang out again, and a girl in tight leather armor led a group of soldiers rushing over. The girl had fiery red hair, and her delicate features made her look like an ethereal being. She had a voluptuous figure, with her fair legs peeking out from under her tiger-skin skirt, and her leather armor bulging high on her chest, making one imagine a bottomless cleavage. She looked at the Fifth Princess and her group angrily and said, "It's you causing trouble again!"

Li Feiyu looked at this fiery girl and a thought suddenly arose in his mind: "An otherworldly version of a police uniform!"

"Hmph! Tomboy!" The Fifth Princess angrily cursed, clearly hating to see her, and turned around and said, "Let's go!"

The girl watched the Fifth Princess and her group leave, but there was nothing she could do. Her face flushed red, and she kicked her foot, saying, "I'm so angry!" She

turned to look at Li Feiyu and glared at him angrily, saying, "What are you looking at? If I didn't know it wasn't you who caused the trouble, I'd make you pay! Let's go!"

Li Feiyu was stunned; this girl had a temper.

Chapter 42: Women Disguised as Men

"Young Master, are you alright?" Xue Ling and Xue Fen approached Li Feiyu, their faces pale, still reeling from the scene before them, and asked him with concern. They hadn't expected their young master to be so powerful. They knew that the spoiled Fifth Princess was a renowned expert at the Hanlin Academy's Martial Arts Academy, known as a "martial arts genius" in the capital. They didn't know martial arts. Among their ten personal maids, Xiao Yun, the eldest, was proficient in music; Xiao Lian studied medicine; Xue Ling studied painting; and Xue Fen studied dance. Only the other six sisters—A Bi, Ai Er, Xiao Bei, Lian Er, Xiao Rui, and Xiao Rou—loved martial arts, but their skills were far inferior to the princess's. They had never seen martial arts radiate such intense energy.

Li Feiyu looked at the two maids with affection, gently stroking their noses and saying, "What's wrong with your master? Don't do such foolish things again!" He had witnessed their attempt to shield the Fifth Princess with their own bodies, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't moved.

"Mmm," the two maids lowered their heads shyly. They were on the street, and such an intimate gesture made them incredibly embarrassed.

Looking at their adorable appearance, Li Feiyu felt a surge of heat in his heart. The two maids weren't exactly stunning beauties, but they were graceful and charming, after all, they were among the most beautiful palace maids, chosen from thousands. They gave off a gentle and lovely feeling, a beauty that was incomparable to that of ordinary young ladies. Most importantly, their appearance gave people a unique thrill. He wondered why he hadn't devoured them after four or five years in this world; it was such a waste. He knew that he wasn't lusting after their beauty, but genuinely cared for them. He sighed. Now was not the time to think about such things. It was better to observe the various characters and behaviors of people on this continent. After all, he was unfamiliar with this continent and didn't know if there were brothels here. With that thought, he gave a wicked smile, which made the two maids' hearts pound. They knew what kind of wicked thoughts their young master was having again.

Li Feiyu walked up to the two women and asked, "Ling'er, Fen'er, are there any places here that men like to go? Places where men satisfy their lust?"

The two women blushed and simultaneously exclaimed coquettishly, "Oh dear, why would Young Master want to go to such a place?!" They lowered their heads shyly, with Xue Fen, the bolder one, saying, "If Young Master wants it, I'll give it to you."

Hearing Xue Fen's words, Li Feiyu felt as if a beautiful young woman were waving her hand at him naked, saying, "Young Master, come on!" His heart softened, and he gave a wry smile, saying, "So, there are such places?"

Xue Fen said shyly, "In the west of the city are Yihong Courtyard, Mingyue Zhaoqinglou, and Huachunfang—the three largest brothels in the empire. How would Young Master know about such places?"

"Hehe, what's there not to know? Don't you know that I, the Prince, know everything from the past five hundred years to the future? Where there's consumption, there's a market. What's there not to know!" Li Feiyu waved his painted fan arrogantly, feigning profundity.

"Well said, where there's consumption, there's a market! Brother, your words have truly revealed the intricacies of commerce!" A confident voice rang out, and a wealthy-looking man in his thirties or forties sat by the window on the second floor of a restaurant next to Li Feiyu's location, clapping his hands in praise.

Li Feiyu looked at the man, taken aback. He hadn't expected his flamboyant manner to garner praise. He returned the gesture, but inwardly he was displeased. He was talking to two beautiful young women; what business was it of the man's?

The middle-aged man looked at Li Feiyu with admiration and smiled, "My name is Qin Chang. I apologize for disturbing you, brother. But you seem to be no ordinary person, your words revealing the secrets of the business world. Would

you mind coming up for a cup of tea?" "Qin Chang? Why not Piao Chang? Why not? Could it be the Qin family, a powerful business family? I think the current head of the family is named Qin Chang." Li Feiyu thought to himself. He knew a bit about the major families in the capital. The Qin family was a powerful business family, a business tycoon. He'd heard that this Qin family was just a branch of the vast Qin family on the continent, and it was very powerful. This family even had a renowned beauty in the capital, Qin Nishang. But he wasn't particularly interested in these prestigious people. He waved his hand and said, "Brother Qin, I'm sorry, I have an appointment with a lady at the brothel. Time waits for no one, I must take my leave!" He was already old enough to be an uncle, and this "brother"? He didn't seem that old; he was only twelve!

A hint of disappointment flashed in Qin Chang's eyes. He smiled and shook his head, saying, "No problem! I am the Palace Master of the Beast Fighting Palace. If you have the chance, you are welcome to visit the Beast Fighting Palace! Be careful of the Fifth Princess's revenge; she probably won't let it go so easily!" He had noticed Li Feiyu when he injured the Fifth Princess with his palm strike, and naturally recognized his extraordinary abilities. The significance of befriending such a figure without harming his own family's interests was self-evident. As for the princelings, frankly, he didn't care.

Li Feiyu smiled and said, "Thank you! She doesn't care. Goodbye!" After saying that, he led his two maids towards the west of the city.

"Young Master, you...you're not really planning to go to the brothel, are you?" After walking for a while, Xue Ling and Xue Fen finally couldn't help but widen their eyes and ask Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu grunted and snapped his fan shut, saying, "A miscalculation! How could I have taken you to such a filthy place? I won't take you next time!"

"Young Master is so mean! You know it's filthy, yet you still go! But there are some brothels there, where they perform but don't sell their bodies. I admire the Painting Fairy and the Dance Fairy; they perform but don't sell their bodies. She only danced three times and became the top courtesan at Bright Moon Shines Brothel." Xuefen didn't want her master to go to such a place, but she also didn't want to insult her idol.

Li Feiyu looked at Xuefen and smiled slightly, "Oh, then I'll have to see that Dance Fairy for myself, so my Fen'er can protect her!"

Xueling shook Li Feiyu's sleeve and pleaded, "Young Master, let's not go, okay? We can serve you tonight." As she spoke, her face flushed red, and her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. Saying these words on the street made her wish she could disappear into the ground.

Li Feiyu shook his fan and said, "Alright, then we won't go. Don't forget what you said."

"Really!" The two women looked up and exclaimed in surprise. As long as their master didn't go to that kind of place, everything was fine. In their hearts, they were secretly delighted to hear that they would have to serve him that night.

Li Feiyu nodded. To be honest, he still wanted to visit such places, but he didn't want to take the two innocent beauties there and corrupt their minds. He asked, "Where shall we go?"

Hearing Li Feiyu's question, the two knew that their young master wasn't familiar with the area, nor were they, but they knew some places. Xue Ling shook Li Feiyu's hand and said, "Young master, how about we go to the Fairy Temple on the outskirts of the city?"

"Hmm?" Li Feiyu asked, "Why do you want to go to such a place?"

Xue Ling lowered her head pitifully, while Xue Fen said sadly, "We went to the palace when we were very young, and we haven't been home for nine years. Our mother has been in poor health since we were little, and we want to go to the Fairy Temple to pray for her health. We heard that the Fairy Temple is very effective, and it's very lively there. If you want to go, young master, it'll be a lot of fun."

Li Feiyu sighed and said, "Silly girls, if you want to go, then go! I'll go with you, but not to play. I'll pray for your mother's health!"

"Ah?" The two women were stunned by Li Feiyu's words, nodding gratefully and saying, "Thank you, young master!"

The three of them rented the most luxurious carriage. Li Feiyu didn't cause any trouble along the way; he understood the women's feelings. The carriage was pulled by three second-grade exotic beasts, the Swift Wind Steeds. The carriage sped along at breakneck speed, comparable to the fastest hover train in his world. Even so, they arrived at the Fairy Temple on the outskirts of the city around noon. The Fairy Temple was built on a hillside on the outskirts of the city, occupying a vast area. From afar, one could see magnificent temples dotted with white stalactites. The temple grounds were filled with common flowering trees found throughout the continent, their petals fluttering and their fragrance spreading far and wide. People came and went, constantly seeking blessings and fortune-telling. These temples enshrined only fairies, not males, which puzzled Li Feiyu greatly. After all, men held a higher status on this continent; why did goddesses seem to be worshipped everywhere?

Walking on the flat stone steps, all three were captivated by the scenery. Of course, what truly drew Li Feiyu was the enormous fountain in the Fairy Temple Square, shooting dozens of meters high. He never expected to see something like this on Earth here. The fountain water was the blue of the sea, radiating a refreshing spiritual energy and shimmering with fluorescent light.

"Bang! Ouch!" Lost in thought, Li Feiyu was startled when a soft body bumped into him.

He snapped back to reality to find a handsome young man, even more beautiful and fairer than Pan An, had fallen into his arms. Had Li Feiyu not reacted quickly and caught the alluring man's waist, the man would have fallen to the ground. Seeing himself embracing a man, Li Feiyu quickly released his grip, breaking out in a cold sweat. He hadn't expected the fountain to be so captivating, making him lower his guard, while simultaneously finding the man incredibly beautiful and supple. Thank goodness, this young master isn't a brooding wolf... Wait, something's not right! Li Feiyu smelled a delicate fragrance on him, not the usual scents, but a woman's natural body odor. His gaze fell on his delicate ear, where he noticed a small ear piercing. He chuckled to himself, thinking, "I knew it! How could there be a man more handsome than me? This girl's disguise as a man is so poor! I never thought I'd actually encounter the legendary woman disguised as a man! I'm really looking forward to it!" "

Ah! I'm sorry!" he said, his face flushed, his voice sweet and clear. Just from his voice, one could tell "he" was a woman.

Li Feiyu shook his painted fan, put his arm around his shoulder, and said, "Brother, how could you be so careless? May I ask your name? Such a coincidence! Shall we go and pay our respects to the goddess?"

The two maids, seeing their master so intimate with this somewhat alluring man, were incredulous, their mouths agape in astonishment.

The man subtly took his hand, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said with feigned composure, "I am Cao Ying. I have other matters to attend to, sir. Please forgive my rudeness earlier. As for the greeting, there's no need for that. I'll be leaving now." With that, he quickly made his escape.

"Hmm~~" Seeing how fast "he" ran, he realized "he" was a trained martial artist. Scanning her with his soul power, he discovered she had actually reached the Innate Martial Master level. He smiled faintly, unconcerned about her escape, and turned to the two maids, saying, "Weren't you going to pray for blessings? Let's go!"

Chapter 43: The Moon Goddess Appears.

Entering the temple, the shrine was magnificent. The fairies were carved from precious white jade. The carved fairies wore white veils, their figures graceful and alluring. They were none other than the famous Jade Sound Goddess of the continent. Li Feiyu never believed in gods, and he noticed that the temple was filled with women, who gave him strange looks as he entered. He felt it was a sin to disturb their devotion to the gods, so he withdrew.

Oh, Amitabha! Being handsome is a sin! Li Feiyu stood under a tree beside the temple, looking inside, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. The silence and the strange looks from all the eyes were truly unpleasant.

The sun was shining brightly. Li Feiyu stood contentedly under a tree beside the temple, its branches laden with blossoms that occasionally drifted down. A clear pond lay nearby, where several crystal fish swam leisurely. Although it was late autumn, Li Feiyu felt no chill; instead, he felt a sense of vibrant life and boundless springtime.

Passersby occasionally entered the temple, among them many pretty young women, their idle chatter and gossip tinged with a puzzled thought: "Strange, Cao Ying was clearly here, where did he go!" His frivolous manner made the rather attractive girls blush with embarrassment. Whenever they passed Li Feiyu, they would lift their skirts and quicken their pace.

Li Feiyu waved his painted fan, unconcerned about the girls' escape. "Hmm? I feel a sense of spring arriving," he thought. "So the girls are just in heat!" He glanced casually and saw a man entering the Moon Goddess Temple in the distance—it was clearly Cao Ying, the very man who had bumped into him earlier. On this continent, the Moon Goddess is equivalent to the Matchmaker on Earth, and the Moon Goddess Temple is also called the Temple of Marriage. When men and women are in the throes of passion, they go there to draw lots and try their luck in finding a partner. Of course, most of the worshippers are women, as can be seen from the number of tourists praying to Buddha. Some temples are even exclusively for women, prohibiting men from entering. He smiled wickedly and walked towards the temple. That smile made the hearts

of the girls seeking marriage pound as they secretly glanced at him. Cao Yingying recalled the scene just now, her face flushed. She had actually thrown herself into the arms of that blond man, but his chest was so warm. He had even touched her private parts. She looked at her chest and felt that warm hand pressing firmly against it. Her heart fluttered slightly. She breathed a sigh of relief and suppressed her fantasies. Fortunately, she was disguised as a man, and he hadn't discovered her true gender. It turned out that the young woman disguised as a man, Cao Yingying, was actually named Cao Yingying. She had been drawn to the fountain and accidentally bumped into Li Feiyu's arms. When Li Feiyu embraced her, his hand pressed against her nipples, though he didn't feel the softness because Cao Yingying was so tightly bound.

She entered the Moon Goddess Temple, waiting for her chance. Now, she was finally alone in the temple; she was indeed a woman disguised as a man, and it felt strange to have anyone else there. Looking up, she saw the stunningly beautiful Moon Goddess, veiled in a light gauze, gazing at her with a deep, loving gaze. Cao Yingying sighed inwardly, recalling the Moon Goddess's story—a moving tragedy. Did she even have love? She thought of the shackles she carried. What good was being a renowned talent in the capital? Even her unparalleled beauty couldn't buy her freedom. Beauty faded in the blink of an eye, and her extraordinary looks became a sin. Her face was filled with sorrow as she looked at the Moon Goddess, slowly kneeling down, and asked in bewilderment, "Moon Goddess, do you think everyone in the world truly has the right to love? Is love really that simple?" She gazed at the jade statue of the Moon Goddess, and the hall remained silent for a long time. Her tone grew even more desperate as she continued, "You yourself cannot obtain love, so how can you bless every good man and woman to find it? Is 'may everyone in the world be filled with love' just wishful thinking?" Cao Yingying recalled the marriage her father had arranged for her that morning, to the Third Prince, whom she didn't particularly like. A suffocating feeling welled up inside her, and tears streamed down her face unconsciously. From a young age, she had aspired to find a husband who was both scholarly and martial, and the shattering of this dream left her feeling lost. "

Sigh! I didn't expect this girl to have a story! Fine, today I'll be the savior!" Li Feiyu stood behind the statue, sighing. He couldn't bear to see beautiful women cry.

He contracted his Adam's apple, channeling his inner energy to mimic the deep, resonant voice of a soprano, whispering, "May everyone be filled with love, and the world will be filled with beauty! Child, you've worked hard!"

Cao Yingying was terrified, her mouth agape, about to cry out, when she suddenly remembered something and covered her mouth, staring at the statue, cautiously asking, "Are you the Moon Goddess?!"

Li Feiyu chuckled inwardly, continuing his charade, "I'm not the Moon Goddess at all, just a title bestowed upon me by people. My divine sense reached this place and discovered a predestined marriage that had ended in tragedy, so I came to untie the knot."

Cao Yingying was shocked, exclaiming, "Moon Goddess, you're saying I have a predestined marriage?!"

"Indeed!"

"Who is he?" Cao Yingying asked nervously.

"Whoever you desire, your destiny has already been set. The person you bumped into today is your destined husband." Li Feiyu chuckled inwardly, realizing he had the potential to be a charlatan.

"Is it him?" Cao Yingying thought of the handsome, blond man, how warm her embrace was! Was he really her husband? Dizzy and disoriented, he suddenly regained his senses, remembered something, and angrily said, "Who are you, you rat, pretending to be a ghost? Come out now!"

Li Feiyu was startled, knowing he had been exposed, and his figure blurred as he flew away.

Cao Yingying saw a figure leap out and quickly chased after him, but couldn't find anyone. Frustrated, she cried, "I'm so angry! I'll catch you and teach you a lesson!" Li Feiyu was quite something to have angered Cao Yingying, the gentle goddess of the Hanlin Academy, to this extent.

(Chapter 44: Yingying's Spring)

Li Feiyu scurried out, relieved, and stood under a tree, fanning himself with his painted fan. A moment later, Xue Ling emerged, carrying the little fox and Xue Fen. The two women greeted him sweetly, "Young Master, we're sorry! We kept you waiting so long!" Their eyes were filled with affection.

Li Feiyu smiled faintly and said, "You're out so quickly? Are you done praying?"

"Yes," Xue Ling nodded, her face flushed, stroking the red-tailed jade fox in her arms. The little fox looked at Li Feiyu with watery eyes, leaped onto his shoulder, and wagged its tail, full of life. Li Feiyu held it in his arms, stroking its soft fur. At that moment, Xuefen chuckled, covering her cherry-like mouth. Looking at her shy sister, she said to Li Feiyu, "Young Master, my sister mentioned you during her prayers! That happy look on her face was praised by that old lady for ages!"

Li Feiyu stared at Xueling and asked with a smile, "What did Xueling say?"

Xueling stamped her foot, blushing, and said coquettishly, "Young Master! No, I didn't!"

Xuefen teased, "Just now someone said she found..." "You've arrived, my good master! Tell Mother not to worry. You're as cute as you want to be. Why can't you admit it?" Xue Ling rushed over and covered her mouth, saying coquettishly, "Sister, don't talk nonsense!"

Li Feiyu reached out and grabbed Xue Fen, pulling her into his arms. He whispered in her ear, "What did my Fen'er say? Did she mention me?"

Xue Fen blushed instantly. Being held by Li Feiyu in front of everyone, her body went weak. She buried her face in his chest shyly, unable to say another word.

Li Feiyu chuckled, putting his arm around Xue Fen's slender waist, and said to the two of them, "Let's go!"

Xue Ling's face was flushed as she followed behind Li Feiyu, while Xue Fen leaned weakly into his arms and was carried forward. Their bold behavior made some conservative old women shake their heads, seeing Li Feiyu as a frivolous young man, their eyes filled with contempt.

Back in the carriage, just as Li Feiyu was about to get in, he suddenly saw the man claiming to be the young master of Cao Ying board a luxurious carriage. While not as fine as Li Feiyu's, it was still far from ordinary. After he boarded, the driver left a crumpled piece of paper on the ground as a marker, then drove off. Li Feiyu frowned, sensing something was amiss. After the carriage left, two middle-aged women picked up the crumpled paper, nodded to each other, and drove off in an ordinary carriage, heading down the mountain.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly. That girl wasn't careful enough; her identity had probably already been discovered. He turned to the driver of the luxurious carriage and said, "Hey, follow that carriage ahead!" He pointed to the carriage carrying Cao Ying.

The honest-looking coachman, around forty years old, said embarrassedly, "Young master, this... don't be offended, that carriage belongs to Yulin Carriage Company, which is at odds with our master's. Ordinary carriages are fine, but this one is a supreme-level vehicle. Chasing after a luxury-level carriage would probably invite criticism!"

"You..." Li Feiyu closed his fan, speechless, and said to him, "Then what will it take for you to chase after it?"

The coachman bowed and said apologetically, "Sir, you're really putting me in a difficult position! I wouldn't dare to chase after it even if you gave me a million lives! If our master finds out, wouldn't that be declaring war on both sides?"

Li Feiyu's eyes widened, and his aura radiated outwards as he said, "Just sell this carriage to me, how much?!"

The coachman's face turned pale under Li Feiyu's pressure, and he said, "As long as the young master is willing to pay, I can sell it. I've sold quite a few before, just one hundred gold coins."

Li Feiyu didn't say anything more, too lazy to haggle, and asked Xue Ling for one hundred gold coins. He then drove the carriage, thumping along, after the carriage that had already driven far away.

Xuefen pulled back the carriage curtain, cradling the lazy little fox in her arms. Looking at the silent Li Feiyu, she asked somewhat nervously, "Young Master! Where are we going after buying the carriage?"

Li Feiyu smiled faintly, "Nothing much, I'm going to play the hero and rescue a damsel in distress!"

Xuefen chuckled, thinking he was teasing her. Her expression relaxed, and watching her master drive, she said shyly, "Young Master, why don't I drive?"

Li Feiyu glanced back at her, smiled, and shook his head, saying, "I wouldn't want you to suffer like this. Sit tight! Giddy up—" He cracked the whip, and the carriage sped forward. A flicker of sadness crossed Xuefen's eyes; she felt she hadn't helped her young master enough. She returned to the carriage to speak privately with her sister, Xueling.

Following behind, Li Feiyu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He realized he was circling the mountain, and the other carriage had been lost. His carriage was much faster than theirs. He had been slowing down frequently to see what they were up to, so he could play the hero later. He hadn't expected to be tricked. Under the emperor's nose, criminals are indeed cunning. She could only hope that the young woman hadn't met with any mishap; after all, she was a Xiantian martial arts master.

Cao Yingying sat in the carriage, lost in thought, sighing and dazed. Thinking of her impending marriage, she felt a surge of urgency to escape, but then she thought of her father and suppressed the thought. Suddenly, she remembered the blond boy, and with a snort, silently thought, "Don't think I don't know it's you! It was you who caused trouble at the temple. Next time I see you, you'll be sorry!" Although she hadn't clearly seen the fleeing figure, she had seen the golden hair as he ran, and only if she bumped into him would he have left those words about the fake goddess. Lost in her thoughts, and unprepared for her recent long journey, she didn't notice that the carriage wasn't returning to the capital as she had instructed, but instead traveling to increasingly remote corners of the road.

The carriage slowly came to a stop, and a faint, ghostly fragrance wafted through the air. Cao Yingying was startled, feeling a surge of heat throughout her body. She lifted the curtain, her figure swaying, and landed outside the carriage. The place was desolate, overgrown with weeds. A dozen burly men and two scantily clad women stood beside the carriage, grinning at her. The elderly coachman, whom she had initially thought was honest and kind, stood behind them, smoking a pipe, his expression slick and obviously no good.

Cao Yingying felt a trickle of moisture seeping from her lower body, unbearably itchy. Suppressing her agitation, she asked in a sweet, delicate voice, "Who are you people? Why are you framing me?"

The leader, a burly man in a short-sleeved shirt, blushed with delight and laughed loudly, "Haha, I didn't expect it to be a woman disguised as a man! Old Toad, you were right! Maybe she really is a woman more beautiful than a fairy!" Having caught such a beautiful woman, his manhood was in for a treat; he could sell it to a brothel for a fortune. In their line of work, they live on the edge, specifically targeting lone pedestrians and those with little strength. So far, they haven't had any mishaps, because they operate under the guise of the Yulin Carriage Company, amassed a considerable fortune. Their targets include many naive young masters and ladies; they probably never imagined they'd be robbing the daughter of a prime minister.

"Hehe, Green Axe, you jest. I knew she was a woman the moment she got on the carriage. While I can't match your martial arts skills, I certainly have a good eye!" the old coachman chuckled.

One of the women, seeing Cao Yingying's unparalleled beauty even in men's clothing, said with a hint of jealousy, "Old Toad really has a good eye. I wonder what this woman looks like without her clothes on. Judging from how she's enduring it, she's just a slut!"

The man with the green axe reached out and roughly squeezed the woman's breasts, saying, "You think everyone's as slutty as you? Want to be fucked every day?"

Cao Yingying's face flushed red as she listened to their lewd words. She felt she couldn't delay any longer and had to quickly dispel the aphrodisiac in her body. She was a Xiantian martial artist, but it seemed that three of the other side were also Xiantian masters. If she were captured by them, she would rather die. Thinking this, she shouted and drew a bright, beautiful sword from her waist, stabbing it at the bandits.

The burly man in the short-sleeved shirt laughed loudly, "Well done! Watch me capture you and give you a good beating with my stick!" The crowd roared with laughter. After the laughter subsided, the bandits dared not be careless. Although she was under the influence of aphrodisiac, her status as a Primordial Martial Master still made them cautious. They drew their broadswords to defend against her attacks. Once the drug took effect, capturing her would be a piece of cake.

Just as they were defending themselves, a flash of silver light suddenly appeared, and their bodies went numb. They strangely discovered that their bodies were slowly turning into black water with a splattering sound. The black water emitted a putrid stench, and wherever it flowed, the vegetation withered. In the blink of an eye, only two muscular bandits remained. When they came to their senses and saw their surroundings, they gasped, cold sweat beading on their foreheads. Their leader, Green Axe, was dead; Toad Old Man and the woman they had frequented were dead; two of the three Primordial Martial Masters were dead, leaving one Primordial Martial Master and one mediocre thug. The putrid stench made them vomit, throwing up all the meat and wine they had eaten that morning.

Cao Yingying clutched the firework tube she had secretly released. The brutal killing had left her face deathly pale. In her extreme fear, her desire was strangely suppressed. She bowed her head and vomited, but instead of meat and wine, she expelled some not-so-unpleasant-smelling tea. She had ostensibly drawn her sword, but in reality, she had secretly taken out the Misty Rain Pear Blossom Needle, the treasure of the Misty Rain Palace, a self-defense artifact given to her by her mother. She never expected to use it against these vulgar people.

After vomiting, she felt weak all over, and a surge of lust rose within her, which she could no longer suppress. At that moment, the two burly men noticed her condition. One of them looked at her with fear, and after realizing she was no longer a threat, he said in a fit of grief and anger, "You vicious woman! We'll kill you!"

Tears welled in Cao Yingying's eyes. She knew she couldn't save herself today. She closed her eyes, drew her sword horizontally to her neck, and prepared to commit suicide.

"So you're here!" A loud and warm voice rang out. Cao Yingying opened her eyes and saw a handsome young man with golden hair descending from the sky, waving a painted fan. This figure brought her hope, and her mind relaxed, her last vestiges of reason slipping away.

Li Feiyu looked around at the scene, frowned, and didn't react excessively. Looking at the two burly men staring at him with bloodshot eyes, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. If he hadn't suddenly remembered to follow the direction of the tire tracks, he really wouldn't have found this place.

The two burly men snarled, "You little brat, this isn't your place to meddle, get lost!"

Li Feiyu's body flashed, his afterimage flickering. Before they could react, he struck them both in the chest with two palms. The two men coughed up blood and flew out, rolling in the weeds, their faces filled with shock, their eyes wide open, already dead.

Li Feiyu pouted and muttered, "So much nonsense! A dying man still babbling on and on!" He had just stopped attacking when a series of moans rang out, startling him. He quickly looked towards Cao Yingying, and what he saw stunned him.

In the weeds, Cao Yingying's hair was disheveled, her clothes in disarray. She had torn open her clothes, the bra strap binding her breasts was ripped open, revealing two white, fleshy mounds, their pink nipples gleaming brightly, their grandeur comparable to Leng Youyou's. Her delicate hands groped up and down, her underpants torn open, revealing a small, bright red slit in the sparse bush. She rubbed them with one hand, then fiddled with them below, her eyes glazed, sobbing softly from unfulfilled desire.

Seeing this, Li Feiyu felt a surge of heat rise in his heart, but also thought to himself, "Damn it, I didn't expect them to give her such a vicious aphrodisiac." Judging from her condition, she was clearly under the influence of a strange aphrodisiac. He was familiar with this drug, as he had been used as an experiment by the little princess. This drug wasn't without an antidote; in fact, as long as one remained rational, a master of innate martial arts could force it out. If one lost their mind, they only needed to take the antidote within two hours; otherwise, they would have to have intercourse with a man, or their life would be in danger.

He picked up Cao Yingying, touching her skin, which was frighteningly hot. She writhed in his arms, her tongue lightly kissing and licking his neck and face, arousing his desire. His lower body was erect, and he carried her to the roadside. Under a large tree, a luxurious carriage was parked, with two beautiful young women sitting on the hood, looking around.

When the two maids, Xue Ling and Xue Fen, saw Li Feiyu carrying a beautiful woman who was disheveled—or rather, practically naked—flying over, they rushed to greet him, asking, "Young Master, are you alright? Who is she?"

Li Feiyu shook his head, carrying the irrational Cao Yingying to the carriage road, saying, "He's been poisoned. Detoxification is the priority. You two wait outside!" With that, he carried her into the carriage. The two maids exchanged glances, their faces flushing as if they had realized something, and then left the carriage with the little fox.

Li Feiyu was about to release Cao Yingying when she clung to him like an octopus, her jade-like hands now tightly wrapped around his neck, her breath sweet as orchids, her soft, delicate tongue licking his face, repeatedly saying, "I want it! Give it to me quickly!" Her hands unconsciously tore at his brocade robe; how could that garment withstand the strength of a pre-natal martial arts master? In a few moments, it was reduced to shreds, revealing her muscular chest. Her restless hands rubbed against his, pressing her itchy genitals against his large tent through the fabric.

"Oh, girl, you're so hot! You wanted this first, so don't blame me!" With that, Li Feiyu lowered his head and kissed her persistent little mouth. She reciprocated, her tongue entwining with his. His hands roamed over her incredibly soft body. He had somehow pulled down his trousers, his monstrous member thrusting into her, leaving drops of bright red blood on the cushion. She felt no pain, instead eagerly responding. Li Feiyu's lower body was tightly enveloped by her soft flesh, the heat almost making him want to ejaculate. His member was fully inside, pressing against her clitoris, a suction force emanating from it. At that moment, he thought of a name: "Phoenix Vortex Suction," a woman's most famous vagina.

Xue Ling and Xue Fen looked at the sky. The sun had already set, leaving only a faint blush of sunset. It was already afternoon, and the faint sobs and panting coming from the carriage hadn't stopped. March 24th,
Chapter 45: After the Passion,

Li Feiyu, covered in sweat, comfortably embraced Cao Yingying, whose body was flushed and rosy from the passion. She had regained her senses after her third orgasm, but he didn't let her go. Instead, he thrust even more violently. During this process, he learned that she was Cao Yingying, the daughter of the current prime minister, known as the "Azure Pearl" of the capital's Four Pearls. She was described as "Azure Pearl" because of her gentle and refined demeanor, her talent, and her proficiency in poetry. However, Li Feiyu smiled wickedly. He didn't sense her gentleness; instead, she was like a wanton woman, frantically seeking pleasure. This frenzy was almost unbearable for him, and he was repeatedly pushed back, his energy waning as he closed his eyes to rest.

Inside the luxurious carriage, the gold-threaded cushions, large enough for four or five people to sleep on, were soaked with wet patches, the stains mixed with the stench of passion, and even a puddle of yellow urine with a faint, foul smell—the traces of Cao Yingying's frenzied orgasm after her passionate loss of control. Two pale bodies were intertwined. Cao Yingying collapsed weakly into Li Feiyu's arms. Her lower body was swollen and red, her labia turned outwards, and thick, white fluid mixed with blood oozed from her unclosed vulva, dripping down her fair thighs onto the cushion. A strangely large plum blossom still bloomed there, only this plum blossom was too big. His hands lingered between her plump breasts and large buttocks, making her panic while constantly recalling the wonderful sensations from before.

She suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Li Feiyu, and remembered his domineering, ruthless, and brave actions. She bit her lip, her face flushed. Had he saved her or harmed her? This bad man was so annoying! Women often harbor a strange affection for the man who takes their place, and Cao Yingying was no exception. Li Feiyu, in particular, seemed dashing and handsome, the prince charming of many women's dreams. Well-read Cao Yingying's fantasies were filled with heroic romantic fantasies—that one day, in her moment of crisis, a hero would descend from the heavens to save her, and then take her on a life of adventure. Li Feiyu did indeed descend from the heavens, but he wasn't a hero; rather, he resembled a petty thug, at best a nobleman's son with some martial arts skills. She remembered him harassing her at the Moon Goddess Temple. She only knew his name was Yu, but nothing about his family. Judging from the scene in the car, would he think she was a harlot?

Cao Yingying couldn't say she hated him for taking her virginity, she was just a little regretful! Didn't the Third Prince want her? So giving herself to someone she liked was a form of revenge for his forced marriage, wasn't it? With a sigh, she endured the excruciating pain of her tearing lower body, pushed away Li Feiyu's hand, sat up, and silently put on her torn clothes.

Li Feiyu sat up and saw Cao Yingying suddenly dressing alone with an icy expression. He awkwardly touched his nose, then suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around her soft, naked waist, pulling her into his embrace. He said domineeringly, "You think you can just leave after becoming my woman? There's no such thing as a free lunch! I won't allow my woman to cuckold me."

Cao Yingying's face turned bright red, her chest heaving violently. She pushed away from Li Feiyu's embrace and angrily said, "You—you shameless! Who said she's your woman?!" But how could she possibly be stronger than him? She couldn't push him away no matter how hard she tried. She bit Li Feiyu's hand that was holding her, her teeth drawing blood. Some of the blood flowed into her mouth, trickling down her arm and dripping onto her white clothes, turning into breathtaking red plum blossoms.

Li Feiyu's flesh and blood had long been refined, and his skin was not so easily broken. Fearing to injure her teeth, he dissipated the energy in his arm, watching the blood flow from her rosy cherry lips, and said tenderly, "Drink my blood, and we will never be separated again, for you have become part of my blood."

That deep affection shook Cao Yingying's heart. She forgot to bite down hard, forgot the shackles binding her, and a warmth rose in her cold heart. Tears streamed from his eyes like drops floating on her face. The salty, warm liquid in her mouth finally made her unable to hold back her tears, and she released her grip, burying herself in Li Feiyu's arms. Sobbing, she pounded his chest, angrily crying, "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you doing this to me? We've only just met, why are you trying to ruin me?!"

Li Feiyu waited for her for a long time, his expression softening. He stroked her smooth, silky back and said gently, "The gods in heaven said there was a spirit suffering on earth, so they sent a prince on a white horse to save her. Age and social gap don't matter; from the moment they meet, they will fall in love and find happiness. Would you like to be the spirit in my heart?"

Cao Yingying suddenly remembered her identity. She had only met him today. Although she was with him, how could she entrust everything to him? She took a deep breath, inhaling his strong masculine scent. After lingering for a moment, her beautiful face regained its coldness. She pushed Li Feiyu away forcefully and shook her head, saying, "It's impossible between us! I'm already someone else's fiancée." When she said she was someone else's fiancée, a sharp pain rose in her heart. Why did she not want to leave his embrace so much after only meeting him once?

Li Feiyu forcefully pulled her back into his arms, his hot lips kissing away her tears. He breathed heavily and said, "You are my woman, how can you become someone else's wife? This prince will kill him!"

Cao Yingying, who was resisting his passionate kiss, was stunned by his words. She wrapped her arms around Li Feiyu's neck and eagerly reciprocated, her delicate tongue intertwining with his.

Until they were both breathless, they parted their lips, their breaths mingling, still lingering on each other. Cao Yingying stared intently at Li Feiyu, then suddenly asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Li Feiyu shook his head, his voice strained, "My identity is unimportant. Even if I were just a commoner, I could still snatch you into my arms. Perhaps you don't believe I'm the infamous foolish prince who's famous throughout the empire!"

"What?" Cao Yingying looked at Li Feiyu in surprise, then suddenly remembered something, her eyes lingering on him as she asked, "Then... how old are you?"

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly, "Age isn't a problem! Haven't you already experienced my 'bigness'?" With that, he squeezed her soft buttocks.

Cao Yingying rolled her eyes at him, then suddenly remembered something, and smiled sweetly, "You really are a freak. If you really are a prince, then I won't be afraid of that engagement!"

Li Feiyu hugged her tightly, saying, "I said you're my woman, and you'll be my woman for all eternity."

"You're really domineering!" Cao Yingying nestled into his arms, quietly enjoying the warmth of his embrace. At that moment, she felt incredibly happy.

Li Feiyu watched her throw herself into his arms, knowing that although she hadn't completely let go of her inner shackles, she had decided to side with him. He held her tightly, then looked at the neat rows of bloody teeth marks on his arm, biting her earlobe and softly saying, "How can you be so domineering? Your little sister blossomed for me, and you domineeringly took it back, chasing a few more blossoms on my arm." As he spoke, he reached out and moved his palm to her white clothes stained with his blood, kneading her large breasts through the fabric. The slippery feel rekindled his calm desire, and his lower body rose with renewed vigor. Since they were both naked, his massive, veiny member pressed directly against her soft abdomen, throbbing.

Hearing his lewd words, Cao Yingying felt the strange sensation in his lower body, her face flushing red. Her own lower body still burned with pain. Suddenly, she reached out, her jade-like hand grasping his erection, and said, "I'm just that domineering, what do you want?" With that, she rolled over, her perfectly round, snowy buttocks sitting on his lower abdomen, pushing his hot, pungent member against her still-wet pubic hair. Cao Yingying suddenly remembered a boudoir novel she had once unintentionally read, which described the ideal woman in a man's heart as a noblewoman when out in public, a housewife at home, and a wanton woman in the bedroom. She wanted to be his ideal woman.

Li Feiyu was shocked by her frenzied actions and quickly stopped her, saying, "Yingying, no, your body can't take it!"

Cao Yingying looked at Li Feiyu with seductive eyes and said, "No! I want to feel the pain penetrating my body and soul!" After saying that, she suddenly sat down, her face pale, and the huge thing was fully inserted into her. However, her originally flat abdomen was swollen and bulged, which showed the depth.

Li Feiyu quickly grabbed her petals to prevent her from moving. The deep penetration made him feel extremely good, and a faint urge to ejaculate rose in his heart. He was extremely happy, but Cao Yingying felt nothing except pain.

"Young Master, it's almost dark!" The two maids, Xueling and Xuefen, who had been waiting outside for a long time, did not hear that voice that made them feel hot all over. They thought the battle inside the carriage was over, so they went over and stood outside the curtain to remind him.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly at Cao Yingying, who was sitting on him. Cao Yingying looked at him with a coquettish anger, endured the pain, and got up. "Pop"—as if a cork had been pulled out, their bodies separated. Li Feiyu's huge member was red and hot, wet and erect.

Chapter 46 Sima Rongrong

The moonlight shone on the tree-lined avenue, making it seem somewhat peaceful under the moonlight. At this moment, the sound of hooves came, and a luxurious carriage pulled by three swift horses came, startling the birds perched in the trees. Li Feiyu, shirtless, sat in front of the carriage, waving a long whip to drive it, preparing to return to the city by midnight. At that time, the imperial city would close its gates and implement a city ban, no longer allowing anyone to enter or leave, which was somewhat similar to ancient China. Listening to the laughter and chatter coming from inside the carriage, Li Feiyu was extremely pleased with himself, thinking of the three beautiful women who belonged entirely to him. However, this pride was mixed with a deep resentment towards Cao Yingying, who had driven him to the brink of madness, then pushed him out of the carriage, leaving him to drive it shirtless. He knew Cao Yingying was probably not even wearing a complete set of clothes; she had torn them to shreds herself, and now she was only using a few strips of cloth to cover her private parts, wrapped in a mat in the carriage. The two maids who entered the carriage blushed at the lewd scene inside. He was surprised that the three women, who should have been shy for a while, were so intimately involved so quickly. At the same time, he was pleased that Cao Yingying didn't treat the two maids with any superior attitude, but rather addressed them as sisters.

Humming a popular song from Earth out of boredom, Li Feiyu glanced at the sky. Two moons accompanied him, one silver like a shimmering white jade plate, the other azure like the ocean rippling with blue waves. He felt no surprise; the moon and nightscape on this continent were far more beautiful than on Earth. The three women in the car couldn't stop talking about Li Feiyu; their laughter was actually fueled by his melodious and simple songs.

The sound captivated them; they hadn't expected him to be so skilled in music, especially Cao Yingying, who was even more impressed with Li Feiyu.

"Brother!" Just as Li Feiyu was leisurely driving the carriage back to the city, a dirty little girl suddenly rushed from the roadside, stood in the middle, and called out to him in a sweet, slightly fearful voice. Startled by the sudden appearance, Li Feiyu hurriedly tightened the reins. "Hiss—" the three horses simultaneously reared up, nearly throwing Li Feiyu to the ground. He looked towards the little girl blocking the road, following the sound. She appeared to be only ten or twelve years old. Her face and body were covered in mud, but this didn't diminish her charm. Yes, she had golden hair and bright, sparkling eyes. Aside from the mud on her face, she was exquisitely beautiful, even more so than a princess. She was destined to be a beauty that could bring ruin to a nation. A dirty, luxurious silk dress fit her perfectly, revealing her already developing breasts. Her delicate and adorable appearance exuded a stunning allure, making one want to hold her tightly and shower her with affection.

Li Feiyu suppressed his impulse. He sensed a dangerous aura emanating from the little girl, a power that posed a threat to him. Therefore, deep down, he didn't want any further contact with her, and even hoped to eliminate her before she came into contact with anyone else. Seeing the little girl's fearful and pitiful appearance, Li Feiyu's heart softened. He suddenly felt a connection to her, a feeling that came so suddenly, like imprisoning her as

his own possession and forbidding her from contacting anyone else.

"Brother!" the little girl called out to Li Feiyu again, her voice sweet and trembling with fear.

Li Feiyu frowned but remained silent. A brief silence fell over the scene. He wondered why this little girl called him brother. Did he have blond hair like her?

Inside the carriage, the three women, startled and thinking something terrible had happened, heard a little girl's voice. Cao Yingying quickly asked, "Yu Lang, what happened?"

Li Feiyu smiled wryly and said, "Come out and see!"

Cao Yingying said coquettishly, "You...you know perfectly well I'm not wearing any clothes, how can I go out and face people?"

Li Feiyu smiled wryly, "Come out! There's no one outside, just a little girl!"

Cao Yingying and the two maids simultaneously lifted the carriage curtain and looked ahead. They immediately saw the little girl. Having reached the Innate Realm in martial arts, she could see as clearly as if it were daytime, so she could see the girl's appearance clearly. Her radiant and spirited appearance instantly captivated her. She said, "Ah! What an adorable girl! Yu Lang, will you take her in? Look how pitiful she is, alone in the wilderness so late at night, she must be a homeless girl." She looked at Li Feiyu and said coquettishly, as if to say, "If you don't agree, I'll get angry." Although she was usually quick-witted and intelligent, after what happened today, and finding her lover, her IQ had plummeted to negative numbers. She didn't consider the girl's background, nor did she see any threat from a little girl.

"Brother!" the girl called out to Li Feiyu again in a clear voice, her bright eyes filled with longing, her small, white hands clasped together.

Li Feiyu's eyes gleamed, and as if thinking of something, he suddenly smiled wickedly, asking the little girl, "What's your name?"

The little girl looked at Li Feiyu clearly, blinking her long eyelashes, and said, "My master calls me Vermilion Bird."

Hearing her name, Li Feiyu's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing within them. This cold glint wasn't directed at the little girl; on the contrary, a warmth rose in the depths of her eyes. In this continent, there are also four cardinal directions: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise. The four gates of the current imperial palace are named after these four sacred beasts, and each gate is guarded by a powerful Fangwu Emperor.

As for the little girl's origins, Li Feiyu no longer needed to know. He resumed his nonchalant demeanor and smiled wickedly at the little girl, saying, "I can be your brother! But remember, you belong only to me!" His domineering tone made the little girl tremble.

Cao Yingying heard his words, snorted, and said coquettishly, "Yu Lang, you wouldn't even spare such a young girl, would you?"

Li Feiyu's breath caught in his throat. He hadn't really had that thought just now, and even if he had, he had suppressed it fiercely. Now that he thought about it, it really was...!

Rolling her eyes at him, Cao Yingying looked at the little girl and beckoned, "Come here, little sister."

The little girl glanced at Cao Yingying and then looked away. She walked lightly to the carriage, climbed up to Li Feiyu, sat down next to him, stared at him, and said longingly, "Brother, hug me!"

Seeing the little girl's reaction, Cao Yingying couldn't help but scold coquettishly, "You heartless rascal!" After saying that, she lowered the carriage curtain and ignored him, chattering with the two maids.

Li Feiyu held her in his arms. The little girl was light and soft, and her faint fragrance made Li Feiyu's mind clearer. However, the soft little buttocks sitting between his legs, and the allure she constantly exuded, aroused a wicked impulse in him. The little girl felt Li Feiyu's enormous member pressing against her buttocks, and a blush appeared on her face.

Li Feiyu awkwardly moved his lower body, but the movement made him dare not move again, and he kept chanting "Amitabha" in his mind. Zhuque clung tightly to his chest and waist, sleeping in his arms as the carriage jolted.

Li Feiyu looked at the little fairy in his arms and smiled bitterly; his lower body still seemed to be aroused. Finally, in the distance, he could see the lanterns and torches burning atop the magnificent city wall. Li Feiyu hurried on, but it seemed he was a fraction too slow. When he arrived at the city gate in his luxurious carriage, thud—the gate had already been closed. He quickly shouted, "Wait!"

Hearing his cry, the soldiers in the city stood on the city wall and called out to him, "Who goes there?"

Seeing this, Li Feiyu had no choice but to lie, "I am a merchant, robbed on the way, and am returning a little late. I hope you will open the city gate so I can return to the city and rest." His loud voice woke Little Zhuque. She didn't speak, but hugged Li Feiyu tightly, her eyes darting around. After all, she was still a little girl, with the curiosity of a young girl.

The soldiers in the city fell silent for a moment, then a burly man with a booming voice said, "The city gates are closed. Rest here at the foot of the gates for the night!"

"This..." Li Feiyu turned to Xue Ling and said, "Ling'er, bring some silver notes!"

Ling'er obediently handed him three hundred silver notes. Li Feiyu took them and shouted towards the city wall, "My lord, I have urgent business. Please come here; I have important matters to report." Li Feiyu was speechless. He hadn't expected that he, a prince, would have to bribe his way into the city. He had no choice; he hadn't been formally conferred the title of prince yet. He should have been formally enfeoffed at the age of eight, but he had suffered a stroke at that time and didn't even have a plaque to prove his identity.

"Hmph! You cunning merchant, I'd like to see what urgent business you have! Open the side gate!" the burly man cursed, giving orders. A narrow gate, barely wide enough for a carriage to pass, opened beside the main city gate. A burly, dark-skinned man with a stubble beard, clad in armor, emerged with several soldiers. This gatekeeper, seemingly weak, was no ordinary man; he had entered the Innate Realm.

Li Feiyu secretly slipped him three hundred taels of silver, his face smooth and agreeable. "These three hundred silver coins are my way of showing respect. I have business to attend to; if you allow me into the city, I will reward you handsomely."

The man laughed heartily, delighted. "You should have thought of that earlier! Men, arrest him!" The first sentence was cheerful, but the next sentence abruptly changed his tone, leaving Li Feiyu stunned.

The three people in the carriage knew they were in trouble. When they heard that the other party wanted to arrest Li Feiyu, they were all furious. Xue Ling climbed out of the carriage, put her hands on her hips, and said, "How dare you! You even dare to arrest a prince!"

The big man saw a delicate beauty running out of the carriage and said that the money-grubbing merchant in front of him was a prince. He laughed loudly, "Haha—there are five princes in the capital: the reclusive Prince Xiaoyao, the eldest prince Yinyi, the second prince Cheng, the third prince Zhan, and a famous fool prince in the country. You don't mean to say that your master is that fool prince, do you? Haha—"

"You—" Xue Ling's face turned red with anger.

Li Feiyu only then realized Xue Ling had such a fierce side. Hearing the burly man's sarcasm, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Anyone who dared to disrespect him had only one path—death!

Just as the burly man was about to continue ordering a search of the carriage, a voice that sounded incredibly familiar to Li Feiyu rang out: "What's going on?"

A stunningly beautiful woman with fiery red hair and a voluptuous figure, dressed in leather armor, her fair legs peeking out from under her leather skirt, wearing animal skin boots, and wielding a blood-red longsword, led a patrol of soldiers towards them.

The burly man quickly bowed and said, "Reporting to the deputy captain, this man tried to bribe me to sneak into the city. Judging by his hair, he's not a native, and he's even impersonating royalty!"

"Is that so? Use your brain! Of all times, he had to sneak into the city right when you're closing up!" the red-haired girl said.

Li Feiyu's eyes swept over the girl, making a clicking sound. This girl's figure is truly amazing!

Inside the carriage, Cao Yingying heard the woman's familiar voice and tentatively called out, "Sima Rongrong?!"

The red-haired girl, hearing someone call her from inside, immediately recognized the voice—it was her idol! She asked, "Is that Sister Yingying?!" The girl, named Sima Rongrong, was the daughter of the current Marshal of the Ministry of War. She greatly admired Cao Yingying's status as a goddess, but her own official duties kept her from having much contact with her. She hadn't expected that Cao Yingying knew her; little did she know that Sima Rongrong's fame was no less than Cao Yingying's.

"Yes," Cao Yingying replied, then added, "Rongrong, we have something to attend to. Let us in first, and we'll explain tomorrow, okay?"

"Sister Yingying, what's wrong?" Sima Rongrong asked, trying to lift the carriage curtain.

Cao Yingying quickly covered the curtain, peeking out to avoid suspicion, and said, "Rongrong, don't open the curtain, I... I'm not wearing any clothes." Her face flushed slightly.

"Ah?" Upon seeing Cao Yingying in person, Sima Rongrong suddenly realized something, looked at Li Feiyu, and pointed at him, saying, "Why are you with him? Sister Yingying, do you know who he is?" Sima Rongrong asked with concern.

Cao Yingying looked at Li Feiyu, smiled happily, and thought to herself, "He is my husband," though she couldn't say it aloud. She said to Sima Rongrong, "He is the foolish prince you all know!" After saying that, she gave Li Feiyu a mischievous smile.

"Ah, how could that be?" Sima Rongrong exclaimed, looking at Li Feiyu and shaking her head, "He is a bit silly! But he doesn't seem like that little prince at all! Rumor has it he's only twelve years old!"

The two maids glared at her upon hearing her words. Li Feiyu smiled wryly and said, "You can go to the Prince's mansion and ask around. Bring the foolish prince's personal maid here and see if I'm that fool!"

"Pfft—" Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the women all burst into laughter.

Sima Rongrong laughed, then raised her fist at him and snorted angrily, "I'll send someone right now! You'll regret it if you don't!"

Two soldiers carrying the city guard's token headed towards the Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion. They stopped at the city gate, and Sima Rongrong and Cao Yingying whispered to each other. It was then that Li Feiyu noticed Sima Rongrong's adorable side.

After some time, two soldiers rode up, followed by a carriage from the Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion. The first to alight was the steward, Zhao Yumei, who had disappeared for some time. She looked much more haggard. Seeing everyone, she hurriedly asked, "Where is the young prince?"

Sima Rongrong pointed at Li Feiyu, saying maliciously, "Is this your prince?"

Zhao Yumei glared at Li Feiyu and angrily retorted, "What are you? Pretending to be a prince when you're just a nobody!"

After all, Li Feiyu wasn't this tall or big when she left, and his hair wasn't like this either.

Hearing her rebuke, Li Feiyu smiled bitterly, while Cao Yingying was in a state of turmoil. He wasn't...? What

about us? Could we ask the Third Prince for help?

"Aunt Zhao!" The two maids, Xueling and Xuefen, seeing the discomfitured young master and noticing Cao Yingying's increasingly pale face, stepped down from the carriage with light smiles and greeted Zhao Yumei sweetly.

Zhao Yumei was startled, looking at the two and asking, "What are you doing here?"

Xuefen smiled, the most lively of them all, saying, "Because Master is here!"

Zhao Yumei quickly looked at Li Feiyu, feeling he looked more and more like him, only a larger version of his former self. Had he grown up so much in the blink of an eye?

"No need to doubt anymore, it is me! You dare to mistake me for someone else and call me a scoundrel? Prepare to be punished!" he said with a wicked smile.

That familiar tone made Zhao Yumei blush; she knew this boy must be plotting something wicked.

Li Feiyu turned around and placed the little Zhuque, whom he had been holding in his arms, beside him. Zhao Yumei asked in confusion, "Who is this little girl?"

"Ah~ What an adorable little sister!" Sima Rongrong exclaimed and stepped forward to hug her, but Zhuque was not used to it. She frowned, stood on the ground, and followed behind Li Feiyu, which made Zhao Yumei stomp her feet in anger.

Walking up to Cao Yingying, he reached out and wiped away the tears of joy streaming down her face, saying gently, "Don't worry! I said I would make you happy! Shall I take you home first?"

"Mmm," Cao Yingying replied, her eyes full of affection. Suddenly realizing something, she said, "No, I can't let you take me home. Let Rongrong go."

Li Feiyu frowned, nodded helplessly, kissed her, and turned to Sima Rongrong, saying, "Rongrong, can you take Yingying home?"

Sima Rongrong immediately straddled the carriage, rolled her eyes at Li Feiyu, and said, "Why are you making me so mushy? You're a prince, how dare I disobey? And you said it!" With that, the carriage sped towards the city. Cao Yingying leaned out of the window, looking at Li Feiyu with lingering reluctance.

The burly man who had been disrespectful to Li Feiyu earlier was covered in sweat. He finally couldn't hold back any longer and knelt on the ground, kowtowing and

saying, "Your Highness, please forgive me! I was blind to your greatness!" "Is that so?" A cold glint flashed in Li Feiyu's eyes. He said, "You should be glad you don't have the title of Prince." With that, he left with the women.

Zhao Yumei, who had long been unable to contain herself, asked what had happened during this time.

Chapter 47: Mother-Obsession and Rebellion.

Li Feiyu, carrying the clinging little Zhuque, returned to the manor with two maids and the steward Zhao Yumei. On the way, Zhao Yumei's attention was drawn to the little Zhuque, and she didn't ask any questions. Actually, Zhao Yumei already knew about Li Feiyu's recent activities. She had returned out of concern for him and had summoned his personal maids to inquire about his situation thoroughly. She was also surprised to discover that he had won over Li Xiyu, the retainer of the Prince's household. While admiring him greatly, she was also somewhat annoyed by his absurdity.

She pursed her lips and said to Li Feiyu, "Don't rest yet, I need to talk to you." When she realized a woman was looking for him so late at night, she felt a strange unease. She suddenly realized he had grown up; he was no longer the little fool she once was. His golden hair, handsome face, and muscular chest exuded masculinity. Being so close, she could smell his strong masculine scent, and a blush rose to her cheeks.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly. He noticed the blush on Zhao Yumei's face and the dazed look in her eyes. Years of experience with women told him this beautiful, mature woman was attracted to him, but he didn't say anything. He nodded, "Don't keep this young master waiting too long. There are a few more beauties waiting for my favor tonight!"

Xue Ling and Xue Fen blushed deeply at his words, shyly lowering their heads, as if they had been the ones who had initiated the encounter!

A hint of unease flashed across Zhao Yumei's face as she glared at him, saying, "All you do is cause trouble! You can't let these lovely maids down!" In her heart, these maids were meant to be his concubines, so she didn't object. With a sigh, she walked towards her own courtyard.

When he returned, the other eight maids were waiting at the gate. Seeing Li Feiyu return, they rushed out to greet him, their faces beaming with joy, "Young Master, you're back!"

Li Feiyu looked at the group of beautiful young women, nodded, and said, "You must be tired from waiting! Go to sleep!" They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Li Feiyu return, thinking he had encountered an accident. They were just a little surprised that their master had brought back a little girl.

"Prepare hot water, let's take a bath!" Li Feiyu, holding Zhuque's hand, smiled wickedly at Xue Ling and Xue Fen, "Let's go bathe together!"

The two girls blushed and silently lowered their heads, but their eyes held a sweetness.

Looking at Zhuque, however, they hesitated. Something was bound to happen during the bath, and she was still so young. Zhuque seemed to understand his intentions, raised her head, looked at Li Feiyu with a wronged expression, and said in a clear voice, "I want to bathe with my brother." She lowered her head after speaking, her face flushed red. It seemed she wasn't completely ignorant.

Li Feiyu looked at the pitiful Zhuque, gazing at her soft hair. How stunningly beautiful she would be when she grew up! She could only be his woman. Since that was the case, he would begin training her now! He smiled faintly and said gently to her, "Alright, you can bathe with your brother. Later, watch your brother and sisters play games."

The two girls blushed, feeling embarrassed at the thought of another little girl, but what did it matter if they became the young master's women? They followed Li Feiyu to the hot spring bath.

The maids, seeing the two girls walk away with Li Feiyu, returned to their rooms, thinking about what was about to happen between the two, feeling a little envious. In

the Prince Cheng's Mansion in Kyoto

, in a luxurious bedroom, a handsome young man, dressed in a purple-gold robe embroidered with a nine-clawed golden dragon, stood quietly by the window, his deep eyes gazing at the bright moon. His creaseed nose made him appear sinister and ruthless. He clutched a pair of lace-trimmed underpants in his hand, touching them as gently as a woman's. He had treasured this garment for a long time, keeping it close to him ever since he was enfeoffed as a prince at the age of eight and left the palace. Gazing at the bright moon, he sighed deeply, "No matter how beautiful the moon is, it is still just a reflection in the water! How can it compare to the happiness of truly possessing you?!" With that, he lit a flame in his hand, burning the underpants to ashes, and with a gentle wave, the ashes drifted out the window.

Ripples spread through the air, and a black-clad, masked figure appeared. The masked man stood behind him, bowing respectfully to Li Luoyun, and said, "Your Highness! Our men discovered that Miss Cao just returned home, but she seems to be injured. She was escorted back by the eldest daughter of General Sima's mansion. Furthermore, news came from the city gate that Miss Cao was behaving intimately with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old blond boy, and that boy is connected to the Prince of Xiaoyao's mansion."

Upon hearing this, Li Luoyun's face darkened. He closed his eyes, suppressing his anger, raised his hand, and said in a cold, indifferent voice, "Go!" The masked man's surroundings rippled violently, and he slowly vanished from the spot.

"You've become my fiancée, yet you've had affairs with other men. Fine, then I'll grant you both your wish to be together in hell! If it weren't for the resemblance between your eyes and hers, do you think I would have married you?" He looked at the inky sky, twirling the glass bead in his hand, and ordered, "Go and investigate that young man's background. If you have the chance, eliminate him without hesitation!"

Although the surroundings were still silent, Li Luoyun knew he had already gone to carry out his orders.

When he was very young, an extremely beautiful woman often cared for him, and from that moment on, he vowed to make her happy. But now, whenever he saw her haggard face, sitting alone in the palace with only the dim light of the lamp, his heart ached, and a resentment grew towards his father, the Emperor. This woman was his mother, Consort Li, Luo Xiuer. From a young age, he understood that this was a twisted love with no future, causing him immense pain. At fourteen, he went alone to the mercenary capital to register as a mercenary and ventured into the Ancient Dragon Forest. During this adventure, he rescued an elder from the Zhao family, a clan of assassins. This elder had betrayed him, but Li Luoyun gained the elder's unwavering loyalty and simultaneously received the inheritance of an ancient Martial Emperor. The elder never spoke, but trained a vast "shadow" force for him. Over the years, thanks to this inheritance, Li Luoyun had advanced to the Martial King level, and with his mastered martial arts techniques, he could rival even a Martial Emperor. Elder Zhao, a peak Martial Emperor, was always by his side. Li Luoyun was quite satisfied with this "shadow," even when he was playing with women, he showed no restraint.

He removed his golden dragon robe and set it ablaze. A prince's robe only had seven claws; nine claws symbolized an emperor. Before the great undertaking was accomplished, he could not reveal the slightest flaw. The reason he wore this dragon robe was because he believed that only by becoming emperor would he be qualified to possess his mother; his mother's undergarments were like his genitals. Over the years, he had built the Crown Prince Party, gathering the sons of officials and merchants nationwide, gaining immense power, and was not far from his goal.

Chapter 48: Two Women Bathing

This was a small room, but it appeared exceptionally elegant and luxurious, with carved walls and screens, filled with fragrance. Above, a white jade hot spring pool emitted rising steam, with various rare herbs and petals floating on the surface. Li Feiyu stood by the hot spring pool, his arms around the delicate Xue Ling and Xue Fen, kneading their bodies. In this sweltering environment, a fire quickly ignited within Li Feiyu. The two women, their hands trembling, gently untied Li Feiyu's only undergarment. The massive, veined dragon, larger than an infant's arm, roared menacingly, making the two women pale with fright. Could it even fit?

Li Feiyu looked at the two terrified maids and chuckled wickedly, "What are you afraid of! This is because I have ample resources. Once I reach the Martial Emperor level, I can freely change size, and then it will be even bigger!" He

then waded into the water alone. The warm water washed over his chest, giving him a pleasant sensation, but his erection grew increasingly painful. His gaze was fixed on the two women on the shore, too afraid to enter the water. "Splash!"—Little Vermilion Bird had stripped naked and jumped into the pool. The water submerged her neck, leaving only her beautiful head visible. Through the clear water, one could see her fair and perfect breasts, her breasts prominent, two pink nipples glistening with silk, and her buttocks firm and free of any unwanted hair.

Li Feiyu suppressed his urges and looked away from the two women. Xue Ling and Xue Fen, blushing, slowly unbuttoned their clothes, revealing a green bodice. The shy yet alluring act of undressing ignited a burning desire within him. Finally, under his long-awaited gaze, the two women were undressed, their delicate bodies so perfectly alluring. Their status as maids was a disservice to them; outside, they would be among the best of the best. Those pampered young ladies paled in comparison. Their beauty was only slightly inferior to that of the stunningly beautiful princesses, Leng Youyou, and Li Xiyu. Their round, white, pert buttocks swayed, their firm breasts gleaming. He pulled the two women close, and the three of them, naked, joined together. Li Feiyu felt the softness of their skin and couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss the shyly welcoming Xue Ling. One hand kneaded her breasts, while the other slipped between Xue Fen's buttocks, his fingers teasing her. As passion reached its peak, Li Feiyu lifted Xue Ling's pink legs and had her wrap them around his waist. His massive member slowly penetrated her body. Xue Ling felt the enormous thing entering her body, and her face turned pale with pain. However, under Li Feiyu's superb skills, she soon experienced the pleasure of transforming from a girl into a woman. A trickle of blood flowed from their point of union and dissolved in the water...

Xue Fen's soft tongue licked Li Feiyu's back from top to bottom. She buried her head in his mouth and licked the muscles that were thrusting forcefully. Inadvertently, the tip of her tongue licked his anus, which surprised Li Feiyu with her boldness. At the same time, the unusual stimulation made him thrust violently and ejaculate a thick stream of semen.

Zhuque washed the mud off her face, revealing her exquisitely beautiful face. Listening to the loud panting and the woman's weak moans so close to her, and seeing Li Feiyu's fierce thrusts from Xue Ling to Xue Fen, her pure heart began to remember these scenes. A charming blush rose on her face, and her fair hands touched her genitals, where a sticky fluid had already flowed out, but the fluid was a strange green color.

Inside, the moon outside shyly hid behind the clouds. On the marble steps, Xiao Yun, her face flushed, pressed her ear to the window, listening to the sounds inside. The sounds made her weak all over, wishing she could rush in and receive Li Feiyu's favor; her lower body was wet. Holding her breath, she suddenly noticed a beautiful figure hiding in the shadows, peering through the window, also eavesdropping. Looking around, she saw seven figures eavesdropping around the room—clearly her sisters, all of her master's maids except Xue Ling and Xue Fen. Remembering that they hadn't slept but had secretly come to eavesdrop on their master's favor towards his maids, her face burned with embarrassment. Soon, they all discovered each other, their faces flushed with lust.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the Great Cold Empire's Demon Beast Forest, in the Dragon Demon Abyss, shrouded in black mist year-round, frequented by poisonous creatures and rarely visited by beasts, Xiao Yun was also there. Halfway up the unfathomable Dragon Demon Abyss, in a stalactite cave radiating astonishing spiritual energy, sat a beautiful, mature, and alluring woman. Her clothes were half-undone, revealing deep red nipples and one side of her breast. In her hand, she held a fiery red beast's inner core. Before her was a pool of inky black poisonous water, in which two naked girls sat cross-legged, breathing deeply and absorbing the toxins. Their bodies glowed with an eerie black hue. The woman occasionally channeled wisps of energy from her inner core into the girls in the pool. One of the girls, Li Ruoxi, whom Li Feiyu had separated from his family, was clearly visible; the other was Li Ruochen. After a long period of breathing exercises, the two girls opened their eyes. Their skin had returned to normal, even becoming fair and tender.

"Ugly Granny, why do I feel something's wrong? Didn't you say that practicing this technique would make one's body cold and even ugly? Why don't I feel anything now? Is it because of the Fire Dragon Pearl in your hand?" Li Ruoxi asked curiously, feeling a warm sensation in her body. Li Ruochen felt the same way.

Judging from her tone, she seemed very familiar with this seductive woman, her voice carrying a hint of intimacy.

The ugly old woman was not ugly at all, but in reality, she was quite ugly five years ago. If she hadn't advanced to the Martial Emperor realm and regained her appearance, even a beggar on the street would have looked down on her. The ugly old woman looked at the two women as if they were her own daughters. They too had suffered within the family. If she hadn't foreseen their connection, they might still be wandering aimlessly. With a kind but slightly distressed expression, she said, "The Fire Dragon Pearl isn't the main reason. Even if it's powerful, it's still just a thousand-year-old spirit beast. The most important thing is that you possess a strong yang energy within you, protecting you from the invasion of yin poison. As for Chen'er, she has a naturally poisonous constitution. If I hadn't discovered your talent, I wouldn't have let you practice this poisonous art. Did you often have the urge to take poison before? You know, I experienced that pain myself back then, how could I let you suffer that kind of torment?"

Hearing the ugly old woman say that she possessed yang energy, Li Ruoxi suddenly recalled the nightmare. Did the thing he left in her body really contain such power? A strange feeling arose within her along with disgust for Li Feiyu.

"Really! Several times I couldn't resist eating the poison I stole from the village herbalist. I even thought I had some weird suicidal tendencies!" Li Ruochen cutely stuck out her tongue and patted her chest, her firm, white breasts swaying up and down.

The ugly old woman smiled, making the two goddesses feel a hint of envy, but at the same time, they felt a pang of sadness for her. The old woman must have suffered a lot in the past. You know, she used to be very ugly. If she hadn't been a Martial Emperor, she probably would have been beaten to death by those who hated her. The hunched figure in her memory flashed in Li Ruoxi's mind. It was the time when her old woman sadly left her home when she was a child. She just didn't expect that she and her sister would also have to leave sadly.

Seeing the sadness in Li Ruoxi's eyes, the Ugly Granny sighed inwardly, "Silly child, still can't let go? You're still the same. But if you knew that the man who took you would be entangled with you, even your sister and your Ugly Granny, how would you feel?" She had another identity she hadn't told them: she was Linglongzi, one of the three disciples of the legendary diviner Mud Bodhisattva, a traitor to the mysterious Heavenly Mystery Palace on the continent, and also a famous mysterious figure on the continent.

Just then, the Ugly Granny frowned, sensing someone coming from the cliff. She said to the two women, "You two can cultivate here in peace. Only at night, when the moon is dim, is the spiritual energy here the strongest. Come find me in Youyou Valley tomorrow." After speaking, her figure flickered and disappeared into the stalactite cave.

Chapter 49: Ten Women in Spring

The pale blue moonlight shone on the Dragon Demon Abyss shrouded in black mist. The mist churned, and some poisonous insects that lived in the mist year-round buzzed and fluttered up and down. Their tiny wings shimmered under the moonlight, hiding in the dark poisonous mist with a strange and dreamlike beauty. "Cough, cough—" A series of violent coughs rang out, and a thin, frail old man, only a meter tall, wearing a bamboo hat and protected by a colorful barrier, slowly walked towards them through the jungle. Behind him followed an equally thin black cat. The cat-human hybrid was incredibly ugly, its body festering, its face sticky with flesh, and it emitted a foul stench that even insects that usually hid in the black mist to feed on the carcasses of animals that had fallen into the trap flew far away from them. The

beautiful, alluring woman in the cave descended from the sky, her robes fluttering like a celestial being. She landed on the ground, staring blankly at the old man, and asked in surprise, "You are... Senior Brother?"

The old man concealed a long-dormant emotion within him. Seeing his junior sister, Linglongzi, suddenly become so beautiful, was this her true form? With a sigh, her resolve hardened. Now, reduced to this state, she barely recognized herself. Her voice hoarse, she asked, "Haven't we seen each other in a long time?"

"Twenty years," Linglongzi replied, looking at her senior brother. A sense of profound change washed over her. When she first met him, he was handsome and full of life, while she was utterly hideous. She recalled how he had always cared for her in their sect, and now, in this state, she sighed inwardly. A few days ago, she sensed someone plotting against her, but the other party's skills far surpassed her own. It seemed it was this senior brother. She said softly, "Although Master didn't plot against us, he still saw through you."

The old man remained silent for a long time. Back then, he was full of vigor, believing he could scheme against the world and defy fate. He disregarded his master's advice, descending the mountain to change people's destinies. He never imagined that the heavens would finally strike, and his days would be numbered.

After a long silence, the old man said, "Master Shi is the person I admire most in this life. Even though his divination skills have reached the level of divine calculation, he still couldn't escape the Heavenly Poison. I'm not reconciled. I never thought that even after testing the poison on myself, I still couldn't escape its punishment. I'm not even a fraction as good as my master!"

Linglongzi was shocked. Looking at the old man, she couldn't believe that he had done this for her master. Master, how could you not know that your senior brother's strength was just to test the poison on himself and personally find the poison for you? Those warm memories resurfaced in her heart. Looking at the old man, she said, "Master will be pleased!"

"No!" The old man shook his head and said, "My biggest mistake all these years was not listening to Master's words! With Master's powerful talent and divine calculations, how could he not find the weakness of the Heavenly Poison? I've understood this over the years. I want to prolong my life for a few more years, then retire to the mountains and forests to see Master again."

Linglongzi nodded, her beautiful eyes looking at her senior brother, and said, "Master is not dead!"

The old man's heart trembled. He raised his head and bravely looked at her, saying hoarsely, "Thank you! Junior Sister!"

He suddenly took out a phoenix-shaped jade pendant radiating intense heat from his robes, flicked it, and it floated into Linglongzi's hand. He said, "Besides not listening to Master, my biggest mistake was wrongly altering someone else's destiny. I've come hoping you can help me with something. Do you recognize this jade pendant, Junior Sister?"

"The Phoenix Clan?" Linglongzi asked.

The old man nodded and said, "They're about to be wiped out!"

Linglongzi's heart trembled. The Phoenix Clan was incredibly powerful, an ancient and inherited force. How many powerful methods would someone have to destroy them!

The old man continued, "Since I created him, I must also destroy him. Perhaps his existence should not exist in this world. I inadvertently foresaw that someone is a favorite of heaven, whose future I cannot foresee. This person must be blessed by heaven. I hope my junior sister will assist him in destroying that forbidden force, otherwise it will be a calamity for the continent!"

Linglongzi's heart surged violently, but she quickly steadied herself and asked, "Then what does this have to do with this jade pendant?"

The old man said in a hoarse voice, "The owner of this jade pendant is the Vermilion Bird, but this Vermilion Bird will face a calamity in the near future. With this jade pendant, you can gain her trust. There are nine paths to the Great Dao, and the key to the Heavenly Wolf Breaking Army lies with Junior Sister." After speaking, the sickly black cat spread its wings, and the old man sat on it and flew into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Linglongzi frowned slightly, her brows furrowed. Was her peaceful life over? Suddenly, she smiled, her beauty unparalleled, and said charmingly, "Very well, let's go see who you are, that you have taken my star position into your Heavenly Palace."

Inside the room, Li Feiyu had just dealt with two maids when the little Vermilion Bird, naked, hugged him from behind and said, "Brother, I want it!" Her charming appearance and aura made Li Feiyu ignore her age. He held her in his arms, lifting her delicate body, his huge member rubbing against her tight buttocks, and lowered his head to kiss her pretty little mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, but thankfully his mind was clear. He called out, "Girls outside, you've been listening for so long, come in now!"

The maids outside, who had just awkwardly discovered each other, heard Li Feiyu's voice and realized he had found out long ago. Their faces flushed red, and they all looked at Xiaoyun, who was leading the way. Xiaoyun lowered her head shyly, but an uncontrollable joy rose in her heart. She glanced at them, her hands trembling, and with a creak, she pushed open the door. There she saw the young prince holding a little girl, groping her. Xueling and Xuefen, their hair wet, stood by the pool, their eyes glazed, their genitals red and swollen. When they noticed her entering, their faces flushed with embarrassment. The other maids followed Xiaoyun in shyly. All his maids were there, except for Xueling and Xuefen: Xiaoyun, Xiaolian, Abi, Ai'er, Xiaobei, Lian'er, Xiaorui, and Xiaorou.

Looking at the row of beautiful young women, Li Feiyu's lower body burned even hotter. He grinned wickedly and said, "What are

you waiting for? Take off your clothes and serve this young master a bath!" The eight maids exchanged glances, their faces flushed, stealing glances at Xue Fen and Xue Ling before sweeping over Li Feiyu's body. His strong physique gave them a powerful stimulation. Among them, the precocious Xiao Bei was the first to remove her clothes, even somewhat impatiently. Following suit, the other women undressed one after another, displaying their delicate bodies to Li Feiyu.

The women entered the water like white dumplings being dropped into boiling water. Beneath Li Feiyu's crotch, they completed their transformation from girls to young women. Li Feiyu, like an artist, painted the most erotic scene between men and women. At this moment, he was also an emperor, each young woman bowing down before him…

Outside the window, Zhao Yumei blushed crimson. She hadn't seen Li Feiyu in his bedroom, not even a maid. She hadn't expected them all to be here. Hearing the soft, murmured sounds coming from inside, her lower body grew wet. At the height of her desire, she suppressed the urge to rush in, letting out a soft "Pah!" She hadn't expected him, only twelve years old, to be so lewd. Yes, he was still young and just beginning to experience pleasure. If left undisciplined, he would surely become a demon who preyed on women. Now that the Princess was away, weren't his teachers still there? Let him practice music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to cultivate his character, preventing him from becoming one of those纨绔痞子 (spoiled brats). When the Princess returned and saw her precious son acting so recklessly, she would be furious!

Her face flushed, she thought this, suppressing her inner turmoil as she heard the sounds inside, and left shyly. But a strange pang of jealousy arose within her. This boy had grown up; she couldn't let him take advantage of her anymore. It seemed she needed to discipline him properly.

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