[Fantasy] The Amorous Emperor (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 125 Cao Yingying (Part 1)

The capital of the Great Han Empire is vast, with the boundless Cuiwei Lake to its west. It is late autumn, and the fragrant trees of Cuiwei Lake are shedding their red leaves and sprouting new green buds, exuding a poetic aura. On a small island in the center of Cuiwei Lake lies the famous Cuiwei Manor of the Great Han Empire. Today, the annual cultural relics conference will be held at Cuiwei Manor, attracting numerous talented men and women from all over the country. Its liveliness is no less than the martial arts tournament held atop Yuefeng Peak by martial artists. Unlike the martial arts tournament, the participants here are talented young men and women, as well as scions of wealthy families. Although the literary and martial arts tournament also carries the word "martial," it lacks the fierce killing intent and has a more refined feel. However, it also includes many martial arts geniuses and elites. Although they disdain becoming famous at the tournament, as members of their families, they have a responsibility to make friends there.

At dawn, a hazy mist hung over the lake, and glistening water droplets shimmered on the water plants along the shore. A gentle breeze blew, causing the plants to sway and the droplets to fall into the clear water. As the mist rose, fallen red leaves drifted down from the shore like delicate butterflies, floating on the surface. Li Feiyu, with Princess Li Mengxin, stood on a luxurious, orchid-carved painted boat. The cultural relics competition was scheduled to begin at sunrise, so he had set off early. At this time, the lake was bustling with boats, filled with the sounds of conversation and poetry. Each boat had a guide from the Hanlin Academy or the Yinwen Pavilion. On Li Feiyu's boat, a lovely seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in a yellow dress explained the rules of the competition to Princess Li Mengxin and him.

He wasn't particularly interested in the so-called poetry recitations, but he was quite curious about the talented women who had come to participate. He wondered if talented women in this world were required to be both talented and beautiful, like those in ancient China.

Hearing Li Feiyu's question, the girl blushed slightly, secretly glanced at him, and lowered her head, saying, "Your Highness, this year's literary and martial arts competition boasts the most beautiful women of all time. Not only have the four most famous beauties from the capital come, but even the four most famous fairies of the empire have arrived! There are also many famous courtesans and ladies from prominent families from various regions."

Li Feiyu smiled slightly and teased, "Oh, then I wonder if you're a young lady from some family in the capital?" Just as he finished speaking, the little princess Li Mengxin, nestled in his arms, pinched his waist hard with her Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

Ouch! Li Feiyu inwardly groaned, "You little vixen, you've really gone too far! Looks like you haven't had enough of my power yet." These past few days he'd been spending all his time with her in bed, engaging in passionate lovemaking. In just two days, the little princess had already developed the allure of a young woman. He raised his hand to touch her cheek, but the little princess quickly opened her mouth and gently bit his finger. She raised her exquisite face, wrinkled her little nose, and gave him a "humph" with a disdainful look.

Li Feiyu affectionately wrapped his other arm around her slender waist, inhaling the faint fragrance of her mature body, and looked at her with tenderness. His teasing of beautiful women was purely a habit, not an intention to add this lovely young girl to his harem. This habit was unchangeable; he hadn't expected to stir up such jealousy in her.

Facing the cold wind blowing across the lake at Cuiwei Residence, the young girl, who knew nothing of martial arts, shivered slightly as her hair fluttered. Looking at the little princess nestled in Li Feiyu's arms, a hint of envy flashed in her eyes. She glanced at Li Feiyu and found him incredibly captivating; his strange charm made her heart pound. But she immediately lowered her head, a sense of sadness rising within her. She was merely the daughter of a small merchant in the capital, far beyond the reach of Li Feiyu, the Prince Qi Tian. Suppressing her burgeoning desires, she continued to explain to Li Feiyu, "Actually, the cultural relics competition started three days ago, but that was just the preliminary round, eliminating a large number of people. Today's literary and martial arts competition is only for those who have successfully achieved top rankings in their respective regions. At the same time, Academician Xu Wen of the Hanlin Academy will personally nominate and unveil the opening ceremony. Only fifty people will actually participate in the competition; most of the people on the lake are just here to watch the excitement."

Li Feiyu nodded. He often asked this adorable little girl questions about the competition. He also knew that Cao Yingying would appear at the competition; her talent was among the top ten. The one who won the competition was a woman of ordinary appearance, Shen Yuqing. Although her appearance was average, she had a voluptuous figure, curvaceous and shapely. Coupled with her elegant and refined aura, she ranked last among the four beauties of the capital. Her father was a famous wealthy merchant in the empire, and her family background was not ordinary, so she had many suitors.

This renowned talented woman from the capital naturally caught Li Feiyu's attention. Could a woman with such a figure, such wit, and such a prestigious family background be ordinary? He sensed that her appearance might not be as ordinary as it appeared to the outside world.

The villa was already in sight, and the shore of the island was densely packed with boats. Li Feiyu's boat gradually came to a stop on the island's shore. The island's shore was ablaze with red leaves, and the petals of the autumn-blooming purple jasmine fluttered in the air, enveloping the entire island in a fragrant aroma. Through the leaves, one could vaguely see several magnificent buildings, their glittering glass gleaming in the center of the island not far away. People strolled about the island, and groups of talented men and beautiful women could be seen walking together.

Chapter 126 Cao Yingying (Part Two)

***, the Cuiwei Residence villa was already in sight, and the shore of the island was densely packed with boats. Li Feiyu's boat gradually came to a stop on the island's shore. The island's shores were ablaze with fiery red leaves, and the petals of the autumn-blooming purple jasmine fluttered in the air, enveloping the entire island in a fragrant aroma. Through the leaves, one could vaguely see several magnificent buildings, their shimmering glass gleaming in the distance, in the island's center. People strolled about the island, and groups of young men and women could be seen walking in twos and threes.

Led by a little maid, Li Feiyu, with Princess Li Mengxin by his side, stepped ashore. Ignoring the envious glances of those around him, he waved his painted fan and approached the more than ten-story White Jade Sparrow Feather Pavilion. Several people were already waiting at the entrance.

"Welcome, Heavenly King Qi! The grand gathering will soon take place in this White Jade Pavilion. Please, Heavenly King Qi, take your seats inside!" The speaker was Liu Shiyuan, the head of the Yinwen Pavilion. He bowed slightly to Li Feiyu, his smile beaming.

Li Feiyu nodded silently and stepped inside without any pretense. He wanted to see if these so-called talented men and beautiful women lived up to their reputation, and whether there were any pedantic scholars among them. In his previous life, he had taken a liking to a pretty college junior, but she abandoned his pursuit for her so-called ideals and threw herself into the arms of a vulgar college student. He hated people who had ideals but no ability, and who only knew how to talk big. That boy couldn't even support himself after graduation, and that girl later followed him. If the two of them had stayed together, he wouldn't have retaliated, but that girl had broken his principles, abandoning him in a humiliating way after taking his virginity. If you don't have the ability, it's best not to pretend. He disdained empty talk and pedantic poetry, but he knew that this world had the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and he hoped someone could surprise him.

The White Jade Sparrow Feather Tower occupied a vast area, with a central open space that could accommodate several thousand people, surrounded by private rooms and restaurants. Normally, the center would be adorned with flowers or hosting song and dance performances, but now a magnificent crystal platform had been erected, its beauty enhanced by the energy of the Yuanli Core, radiating a flowing light. The competition would take place on this platform. He hadn't listened carefully to the rules of the competition and didn't understand them much, only knowing that the Four Fairies and the Four Bright Pearls would appear here. His heart began to stir with excitement for these eight beauties.

Led by the young girl, Li Feiyu, with his arm around Li Mengxin's slender waist, led her to a luxurious private room on the second floor. There, another woman in red and yellow, possessing some charm

, was already waiting. Seeing Li Feiyu, she smiled seductively and bowed her head, saying, "Chunyu respectfully welcomes Your Highness!" Li Feiyu frowned upon seeing her revealing attire and the faint scent of perfume emanating from her. He knew she was merely a courtesan assigned by the Yinwen Pavilion to serve him there, and shook his head, saying, "No need, you and she can go out together!"

The woman was slightly taken aback upon hearing Li Feiyu's order. She and her sisters had been assigned to explain the important figures and matters of the conference to the dignitaries, and even to compose poems and fulfill their various needs. She hadn't expected this elegant young prince to directly summon her. Seeing the stunningly beautiful young woman in his arms, she realized that her own ordinary appearance was beneath his notice. With a charming smile, she respectfully said, "Then this humble woman will take her leave. If you need anything, please press the doorbell." With that, she swayed her plump hips and left.

The young girl who had brought the two in, seeing Li Feiyu dismiss the woman, felt a sense of relief for some reason. She smiled sweetly at Li Feiyu, two dimples appearing on her cute face, and walked out with light, cheerful steps.

After the two left, Princess Li Mengxin kicked the door shut with her little leg, then pressed Li Feiyu down onto the animal-skin recliner. She sat on his lap with her pert bottom, pinched his nose with her small hands, and pouted her cute little mouth, saying, "Tell me! Did you come here to participate in the cultural relics conference with ulterior motives?"

Li Feiyu placed his hands on her buttocks, rubbing them through her thin dress, biting her soft white hand, and sucking on her little finger, explaining... "How could that be? Many of the people here are scions of powerful and wealthy families. I just came to see if it's worth befriending them!"

Princess Li Mengxin blushed, panting, her eyes glazed over as she looked at him coquettishly, "No way! You're just a little pervert!"

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly, saying, "You little wench, you know I'm a pervert and you still dare to provoke me? I'll teach you a lesson!" With that, he lowered his head and kissed her cherry-like lips, his tongue swirling around her delicate tongue. As he sucked on her tongue, a Daoist barrier slowly rose from the window, enveloping the two of them.

His soul power, comparable to that of a Martial Ancestor, had already detected that the strongest cultivator in the entire White Jade Sparrow Feather Tower was only at the Martial Emperor level. That Martial Emperor was hidden in one of the luxurious private rooms opposite, filled with elegantly dressed young masters. There were over a dozen such luxurious rooms, meaning these people were roughly equal in status to him. These men and women, descendants of noble families, all had invisible guards, but only the Martial Emperor guard warranted his attention; the others were not a concern. The second-floor private rooms were undoubtedly the best place to watch the event, adjacent to the large open-air stage, each with a window for viewing. He had set up a barrier, ensuring that only he and Princess Li Mengxin could see outside, preventing anyone outside from seeing inside. Even the Martial Emperor's divine sense could not penetrate this Heavenly Barrier.

Chapter 127 Public Eyes, Intrusion (Part 1)

Kissing Princess Li Mengxin's sweet little mouth, Li Feiyu's hand slipped under her skirt, tracing upwards along her smooth, shapely legs. Her legs were slender and soft, very comfortable to touch. Through her silky underpants, he touched her pert buttocks, grasping her two fleshy buttocks, pressing his fingers against her private parts, and thrusting them hard into her cleft. His thick fingers, along with the silk fabric of her underpants, went in quite a distance.

"Ah!" The little princess groaned, her most sensitive area attacked. Her face flushed red, her breath coming in gasps, her beautiful legs twisting restlessly, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck. Her small, fragrant tongue actively ventured into Li Feiyu's mouth, swirling and occasionally sucking on his tongue, swallowing the fluids from it. Having been thoroughly explored by Li Feiyu, she was now savoring the taste, completely forgetting where she was with her uninhibited personality. Her hands traced his strong spine to his buttocks, and she hugged them, pressing them forcefully against herself. Her lower body was already wet, large clumps of her vaginal fluid soaking her vulva.

Only when Li Mengxin's mouth was numb did their lips part. With a wicked smile, Li Feiyu pulled his fingers from under her skirt, revealing glistening fingertips coated with a herbal-scented fluid. He placed his fingers to her lips, causing her face to flush red, her eyes becoming languid, and she said coquettishly, "You're so naughty!" Then, like a greedy little cat, she stuck out her bright red tongue, preparing to lick away the vaginal fluid flowing from his fingers. Seeing her bright red tongue sticking out, Li Feiyu smiled slightly, put his finger in his mouth, and sucked on its sweetness. Amid her coquettish complaints, he laughed and said, "I made this. If you want it, go get it yourself!"

"Hmph! This came from my body. Why won't you give it to me? If it weren't for me, where would you get it?" Li Mengxin pouted her cherry lips, her beautiful, fair face furrowed in dissatisfaction with her two arched eyebrows, but her bright eyes were filled with tenderness and affection. He didn't know where she learned it from, but the little princess's rich and adorable expressions stimulated Li Feiyu's nerves, making him gasp and pant heavily as he showered her eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, and neck with passionate kisses. Her face flushed red from his kisses, and his powerful breath enveloped her. She felt weak all over, slightly resisting his kisses, only to hear him whisper in her ear, "You're such a little vixen! If you were with someone else in this life, I think I'd go crazy!"

Hearing his words, the little princess Li Mengxin trembled, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes. Her master was right after all; her master was indeed that great vixen, Leng Youyou. She wondered how Leng Youyou had taught her these skills. Meeting Li Feiyu's burning gaze, she looked at him tenderly, her breath coming in soft gasps, and said, "I'll always be your little vixen! Always you..." "Let's see if you're still a womanizer!" After saying that, she lowered her head, smiled coquettishly, and unbuckled his belt. Looking at the huge bulge in the middle of his underwear, she was a little frightened, but she still bravely reached out and forcefully pulled down his underwear. With a "Ah!" she quickly closed her eyes in embarrassment. After a while, her long eyelashes trembled and she opened them again. Looking at the thick and long thing that was almost touching the tip of her nose, she said with some fear, "You bad boy, can you make it smaller!"

Li Feiyu smiled proudly and said triumphantly, "Little vixen, let's see if you're jealous!" His erect penis was straight and erect. Last night, according to Leng Youyou's request, it had been enlarged to more than 30 centimeters long and the size of a boy's fist. It was difficult for any woman to insert it. Leng Youyou could only have anal sex. The huge veins on the top were swirling and looked ferocious, but the tip of the penis no longer emitted electricity like before. Previously, the electric currents were mainly due to the lack of effective control over the lightning punishment power within his body. However, after dual cultivation and the improvement of his martial arts skills during this period, as well as the fusion of the Heavenly Wave Power with the lightning and Azure Dragon Powers, the lightning punishment power no longer leaked out. Of course, given the unique nature of his Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear, he could generate electricity at any time. When his large rod emitted electricity and shocked a woman's flower path, no one could last half an hour without reaching orgasm.

Li Mengxin, displeased with his smugness, lowered her head and licked the large rod that exuded a strong, masculine scent. Saliva continuously oozed from the tip of his penis, which her smooth, soft tongue scraped into her mouth. The sticky saliva, with a slightly sweet and strange taste, was swallowed without hesitation. Her tongue curled around his sensitive glans, the tip not even touching the narrow slit, causing Li Feiyu to close his eyes, breathing in a comfortable, cool breath. He held her small head with both hands, pushed the tip of his penis open her small mouth, and inserted it into his mouth.

"You did a great job!" Li Feiyu exclaimed, looking at her with affection. He lowered his grip slightly, inserting the entire tip into her small mouth. Her mouth tightly enveloped the hot tip, and because it was so large, it was stretched and could not move much. She could only use her little tongue to sweep, suck, and lick the hard tip in her mouth. Her hands were not idle either, touching his bare buttocks from behind. Her little fingers even pushed into his anus, thrusting back and forth in his intestines, arousing a perverted feeling in Li Feiyu.

Watching the stunningly beautiful princess perform oral sex on him, he smiled wickedly and looked out the window through the barrier. On the magnificent platform in the center, dozens of people were already standing. An old man was chanting, waving his hand to write a few words on a canvas. With the movement of his brush, the space rippled, and spiritual energy gathered on the canvas. The brushstrokes were like dragons and snakes, and the words on the canvas came to life.

His gaze sharpened as he looked at the old man, only to find that the old man's dantian contained no cultivation. The Dao of Nature—a unique method of cultivation—flashed through his mind, sparking a flicker of interest in the upcoming conference.

"You rascal, my mouth is numb!" At this moment, the little princess released Li Feiyu's massive member, playfully scolding him.

Chapter 128: The Eyes of the Crowd (Part Two)

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly and said, "Didn't you say you've learned many special moves from that vixen Leng Youyou? Let me see them!"

Princess Li Mengxin glanced at him with her watery eyes, seeing his smugness, and felt a strong urge to conquer him.

Who knew the princess seemed to read his mind, smiling smugly, her breath catching in her throat.

Li Feiyu quickly picked up the princess sitting on the jade floor, holding her in his arms, and said tenderly, "My little darling, you make me feel so good, can you do this again next time?" He then touched her breasts, kneading the soft, smooth mounds. Her fair skin felt wonderful to the touch; having been bathed in milk since childhood, her skin had a sweet, milky fragrance. His tongue licked down her neck to her chest, where he could clearly see the bluish capillaries. Tiny beads of sweat seeped from her chest, prompting him to lick further, his lips touching her snow-white breasts, gently licking and nibbling, giving the princess a unique stimulation.

The little princess, panting, looked up at the window and saw a dense crowd outside. Her face flushed, she quickly pushed him away, scolding, "You rascal, I'm so embarrassed!" She then picked up her bodice, preparing to tie it.

Li Feiyu, holding her close, smiled slightly, "What's the rush? I've set up a Heavenly Barrier above this; no one can see my little darling!"

The little princess playfully scolded, tying her bodice, saying, "I won't let you continue! I want to watch the competition!" With that, she pressed her face against the window, watching the ongoing match outside. Knowing that no one outside could see her, she remained pressed against the window after tying her bodice. Her heart was far from calm.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly, noticing the slight trembling of her two slender legs. His hand touched her buttocks and cheeks, and he panted, "Tell me, wouldn't it be exciting if we did that kind of thing in front of everyone?"

The little princess trembled, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she covered her beautiful face with her small hands. Her little thing had already been torn off by Li Feiyu...

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"You bad boy! My mouth is numb!" The little princess pouted her cherry lips in dissatisfaction, looking at Li Feiyu. The green breath emanating from his front made her feel a little confused and intoxicated, and her small jade hands trembled as she held them.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly and said, "Didn't you learn many special moves from that big vixen Leng Youyou? Let me see them!"

The little princess, Li Mengxin, glanced at him with her watery eyes and saw his smugness, which gave her a strong urge to conquer him.

Who knew that the little princess seemed to see what he was thinking, and smiled smugly, only to see her holding her breath.

Li Feiyu quickly picked up the little princess sitting on the jade floor, held her in his arms, and said tenderly, "My little darling, you make me feel so good. Can you do this again next time?" He then touched her breasts, kneading the soft, smooth mounds. Her fair skin felt wonderful to the touch; having been bathed in milk since childhood, her skin had a sweet, milky fragrance. His tongue licked down her neck to her chest, where he could clearly see the bluish capillaries. Tiny beads of sweat seeped from her chest, and he licked them, pressing his lips to her breasts, gently licking and nibbling, giving the little princess a unique stimulation.

The little princess, panting, looked up at the window and saw a dense crowd outside. Her face flushed, she quickly pushed him away, scolding angrily, "You bad boy, I'm so embarrassed!" Then she picked up her bodice and prepared to tie it.

Li Feiyu hugged her and smiled slightly, "What's the rush? I've set up a Heavenly Barrier here, no one can see my little darling!"

The little princess pouted, tied her bellyband, and said, "I won't let you continue! I want to watch the competition!" After saying that, she leaned against the window, watching the competition outside. Knowing that the people outside couldn't see her, she tied her bellyband and leaned against the window like that. Her heart was not calm.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly, noticing the slight trembling of her two beautiful legs. He touched her buttocks and panted, "Tell me, wouldn't it be exciting if we did that kind of thing in front of everyone?"

The little princess trembled, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she covered her beautiful face with her two small hands. Her little bellyband had already been torn off by Li Feiyu...

Chapter 129 Public Eyes (Part 3)

"You bad boy! My mouth is numb!" The little princess pouted her cherry lips in dissatisfaction, looking at Li Feiyu. The green breath coming from his front made her feel a little confused and infatuated. Her two small jade hands trembled.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly and said, "Didn't you say you've learned many tricks from that vixen Leng Youyou? Let me see them!"

Princess Li Mengxin glanced at him with her watery eyes, seeing his smugness, and felt a strong urge to conquer him.

Who knew the princess seemed to read his mind, smiling smugly, her breath catching in her throat…

Li Feiyu quickly picked up the princess sitting on the jade floor, holding her in his arms, and said tenderly, "Little darling, do it again next time, okay!" Then, his large hand touched her breasts, kneading the two soft, smooth mounds. Her fair skin felt very comfortable to touch; having been bathed in milk since childhood, her skin had a sweet, milky fragrance. His tongue licked down her neck to her chest, where he could clearly see the bluish capillaries. Tiny beads of sweat seeped from her chest, prompting him to lick further, his lips touching her snow-white breasts, gently licking and nibbling, giving the princess a unique stimulation.

The little princess, panting, looked up at the ship's window. Seeing a dense crowd outside, her face flushed, she quickly pushed him away, scolding, "You bad boy, I'm so embarrassed!" She then picked up her bodice, preparing to tie it.

Li Feiyu, holding her close, smiled slightly, "What's the rush? I've set up a Heavenly Barrier here; no one can see my little darling!"

The little princess playfully scolded, tying her bodice, saying, "I won't let you continue! I want to watch the competition!" She then pressed her face against the window, watching the ongoing match outside. Knowing that no one could see her, she remained pressed against the window after tying her bodice. Her heart was far from calm.

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"Bad boy! My mouth is numb!" The little princess pouted her cherry-like lips, looking at Li Feiyu. A faint blue aura emanated from his lips, making her feel slightly dizzy and confused, her small, jade-like hands trembling.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly and said, "Didn't you say you've learned many special moves from that vixen Leng Youyou? Let me see them!"

Princess Li Mengxin glanced at him with her watery eyes, seeing his smugness, and felt a strong urge to conquer him.

Who knew the princess seemed to read his mind, smiling smugly, her breath catching in her throat.

Li Feiyu quickly picked up the princess sitting on the jade floor, holding her in his arms, and said tenderly, "My little darling, you make me feel so good, can you do this again next time?" He then touched her breasts, kneading the soft, smooth mounds. Her fair skin felt wonderful to the touch; having been bathed in milk since childhood, her skin had a sweet, milky fragrance. His tongue licked down her neck to her chest, where he could clearly see the bluish capillaries. Tiny beads of sweat seeped from her chest, prompting him to lick further, his lips touching her snow-white breasts, gently licking and nibbling, giving the princess a unique stimulation.

The little princess, panting, looked up at the window and saw a dense crowd outside. Her face flushed, she quickly pushed him away, scolding, "You rascal, I'm so embarrassed!" She then picked up her bodice, preparing to tie it.

Li Feiyu, holding her close, smiled slightly, "What's the rush? I've set up a Heavenly Barrier above this; no one can see my little darling!"

The little princess playfully scolded, tying her bodice, saying, "I won't let you continue! I want to watch the competition!" With that, she pressed her face against the window, watching the ongoing match outside. Knowing that no one could see her, she remained pressed against the window after tying her bodice. Her heart was far from calm.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly, his hand caressing her buttocks and cheeks, panting, "Tell me, wouldn't it be exciting if this happened in front of everyone?"

Chapter 130 Yingying, Dual Cultivation (Part 1)

In a small pavilion on the second floor of the White Jade Sparrow Feather Pavilion, Cao Yingying, Shen Yuqing, Qin Nishang, and Lu Bingji, four of the most famous beauties in the capital, gathered together to discuss the upcoming literary and martial arts competition. Among the four women, Cao Yingying, Shen Yuqing, and Qin Nishang were all dressed like daughters of noble families, with elegant and refined temperaments. Only Lu Bingji carried a blue, transparent sword on her waist, exuding a chivalrous air.

Cao Yingying, dressed in a simple outfit, had sadness in her eyes and a sickly pallor on her face. Watching the others discuss the competition, she felt somewhat bored. She used to be very interested in poetry and literature, and discussing it with her many close friends was her favorite thing to do. However, ever since Li Feiyu, her mind was filled with his image. She didn't want to come here, but on the one hand, she didn't want to disappoint them, and on the other hand, she heard from the Third Princess Li Yuhe that Qi Tianwang Li Feiyu was also among the invitees, and she hoped to see him here.

"Sister Yingying, who are you thinking about? Alas, he has really ruined people!" Qin Nishang was wearing a black wavy silk dress, her figure was perfect, only slightly inferior to Leng Youyou. Her skin was as white as snow and her face was beautiful. Her chin was slightly pointed, and her eyes seemed to ripple with autumn water. Her temperament was elegant with a touch of charm. Her soft and sweet tone carried a hint of regret. With her innate charm and unique martial arts skills, she could tell at a glance that Cao Yingying was no longer a virgin.

Cao Yingying's watery eyes flickered, and she forced a smile on her pale face, saying, "No, how could that be?"

Shen Yuqing and Lu Bingji, standing to the side, exchanged glances. They had long suspected Cao Yingying was hiding something, but since it concerned her reputation and she wouldn't say anything, neither of them dared to pry. Seeing Cao Yingying gloss over the matter, Qin Nishang sighed, her delicate brows furrowing before relaxing as she looked at Cao Yingying and said, "Sister Yingying, you're fourth this time, it'll be your turn soon. Have you thought of a new poem or song?"

Beside the white jade chair where Cao Yingying sat, there was a five-stringed zither. She looked at the strings, her heart stirred with emotion, and the seemingly still strings emitted a melodious tune carrying longing under the fluctuations of her will. Looking at her sisters, she shook her head slightly. This piece was composed recently, but she didn't want anyone but him to hear it. Would he be here?

Princess Li Yuhe, wearing a white palace dress and a veil, walked in with light steps. Her delicate figure was graceful, and the thin veil only revealed her beautiful eyebrows. Her bright eyes were like autumn water, exuding a gentle and understanding charm. Her snow-white, jade-like hands held a square silk gauze, and a faint smile appeared on her face. She said softly, "Sister Yingying, you ranked fourth this time. It's your turn to go out. Everyone is hoping you will bring some more masterpieces!"

Cao Yingying saw the Third Princess enter, stood up and bowed slightly. Her cherry-like mouth opened slightly but did not make a sound. However, she still couldn't help but ask, "May I ask, Third Princess, has King Qitian also come?"

Princess Li Yuhe remembered secretly seeing that charming man by the White Jade Sparrow Feather Tower. Her face flushed slightly, and she felt a little awkward. She nodded and said, "My brother has come. He has been arranged to stay in the Yanluo Tianzi room. Why?" After speaking, she looked at Cao Yingying with some doubt.

Not only the Third Princess, but also Shen Yuqing, Qin Nishang, and Lu Bingji looked at Cao Yingying with some confusion. Qin Nishang, Shen Yuqing, and Lu Bingji vaguely understood the reason for her absent-mindedness and slightly sickly demeanor; they realized she was in love with the rumored foolish prince. The three were somewhat taken aback and became curious about Li Feiyu.

Hearing that Li Feiyu had arrived, the resentment in her heart vanished instantly for some reason. She only wanted to see him, even having the urge to rush into his room and throw herself into his arms. But then she thought that he clearly knew the Four Pearls of the Capital were here, and she was one of them, yet he hadn't sought her out—had he forgotten her? That joy vanished instantly, replaced by anxiety and uncertainty. A faint sorrow graced her face as she weakly shook her head at the Third Princess, Li Yuhe, without saying a word.

Qin Nishang laughed, "Seeing Yingying's exquisite and charming appearance, no one could bear to make things difficult for her, right? Sister, do you have any good poems or songs for us sisters to see? You won't live up to your reputation as a talented woman!"

Shen Yuqing nodded in agreement. Although she looked ordinary, her skin was as white as jade, as soft as a newborn baby's. Her figure was as alluring as Leng Youyou's. Wearing a purple gauze dress, her temperament was pure yet mysteriously seductive, making her look like a little enchantress. She looked at Cao Yingying and said, "Yingying, let us see if your talents have improved this year. I wonder how many people admire you!"

Cao Yingying forced a slight smile, put on her veil. For some reason, she no longer wanted to show her face in public. She used to wear a veil when she went out, but now, even with a veil, she didn't want to go out. She only wanted to return to his embrace. She just wanted to be a good wife and mother to him, play the zither for him, and write poems. She was a typical lady from a respectable family, with a strange sense of distance from the martial arts world. She glanced at the room not far away, lowered her head, sighed, and walked out.

Right in the center of the building, the eyes of thousands were now drawn to Cao Yingying. Bathed in the dreamlike, dazzling light of the pavilion, she walked gracefully onto the stage, a captivating jewel. Seated in the center, as she was introduced, the crowd held their breath, watching this goddess-like figure, her beauty even more breathtaking through the veil. She sighed, glancing wistfully in the direction of Li Feiyu, her slender fingers gently resting on the five-stringed zither already placed on the stage.

The zither's music was melodious and dreamlike, soothing to sleep, its beautiful tune tinged with sadness, like a poignant tale of love at the Blue Bridge, heartbreaking to hear. As the music deepened, countless women wept. Cao Yingying lowered her head and played the zither. Unbeknownst to her, tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the strings. Remembering Li Feiyu's wicked smile and his parting promise, her heart felt as if it were shattering. In a few days, pressured by her parents, she would marry the Third Prince. What would become of her then? Would her wedding day be her death?

In a similarly luxurious private room on the second floor, the Third Prince, Li Luoyun, sat by the window and saw Cao Yingying. A surge of passion rose in his heart. He hadn't expected her to be so beautiful at this moment. Thinking of her as his fiancée, and their impending marriage, a possessive desire flickered in his eyes.

Chapter 131 Yingying, Dual Cultivation (Part Two)

The zither music was melodious and dreamlike, lulling people to sleep. The beautiful melody carried a touch of sadness, as if telling the tragic story of the Blue Bridge Love, heartbreaking and poignant. As the music deepened, countless women wept. She lowered her head and played the zither. Unbeknownst to her, tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the strings. Remembering Li Feiyu's wicked smile and his parting promise, her heart felt as if it were shattering. In a few days, pressured by her parents, she would marry the Third Prince. What would become of her then? Would her wedding day be her death?

In an equally luxurious private room on the second floor, the Third Prince, Li Luoyun, sat by the window and saw Cao Yingying. A surge of passion rose within him. He hadn't expected her to be so captivating. Knowing she was his fiancée and they were about to be married, a possessive desire flickered in his eyes.

Beside the Third Prince sat a handsome young man in a golden robe, fanning himself with a painted fan as he looked at Cao Yingying through the window. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes as he nodded, saying, "I never imagined that such a small kingdom like Da Han would have such a beauty!" The young man's robes were magnificent, exuding an air of elegance. Though his admiration was genuine, there was no hint of disrespect in his eyes. This air of nobility was clearly not cultivated by a small family.

Upon hearing the young man mention "the tiny Great Han Kingdom," a flicker of displeasure flashed in Li Luoyun's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. Standing behind the two were three young men in brocade robes, their attire and demeanor noticeably inferior. Among them was Hong Jinbao, son of Grand Tutor Hong. Noticing the displeasure in Li Luoyun's eyes, he quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Young Master Qi, you may not know, but below is Cao Yingying, the daughter of the Prime Minister, hailed as one of the Four Pearls of the Capital. She is renowned for her talent, and most importantly, she is about to become His Highness the Prince's consort."

The handsome young man addressed as "Young Master Qi" by Hong Jinbao was Qi Ya, who had followed Zi Yan. Introduced by Hong Jinbao, he met the Third Prince, Li Luoyun, but Qi Ya seemed quite disdainful of the Third Prince. He withdrew his gaze, sighed, and said, "What a pity!"

Everyone inside knew what this extraordinary young master was lamenting, causing a cold glint to flash in Li Luoyun's eyes. However, he wasn't one to be ungrateful. Hong Jinbao, as one of the five protectors of the Crown Prince's faction, had gone to such lengths to introduce him, which meant this young master Qi Ya was no ordinary person. For the sake of his grand plan, he didn't want to be too overly friendly with this mysterious young master; ideally, he could bring him to his aid. He chuckled awkwardly and brushed it off, saying, "It's my honor!"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Qi Ya's eyes. He had an innate aversion to such cunning people. He smiled faintly and shook his head, saying, "Third Prince, don't misunderstand. Don't you think your future princess's zither playing is too sorrowful? The music is indeed very moving. Apart from the zither fairy Zi Yan, I've never heard such superb zither playing! It can't be played without genuine emotion!" "

It can't be played without genuine emotion!" What did that mean? Li Luoyun's brow twitched. Why did his words make him so uncomfortable? He suddenly remembered that foolish Prince Qi Tianwang; wasn't Cao Yingying the one he'd had a flirtatious affair with? The thought of his fiancée lying in another man's arms, even being nearly killed by him, stirred an uncontrollable anger within him, and a murderous intent arose in his eyes towards Li Feiyu. He was a domineering man; how could he tolerate his fiancée having an affair with another man? What he didn't know was that Cao Yingying was already Li Feiyu's woman, and Li Feiyu was even more domineering than him. How could Li Feiyu allow his woman to bear the title of someone else's fiancée?

It seemed, as the Third Prince Li Luoyun suspected, that Cao Yingying might indeed harbor feelings for another man. Just as Cao Yingying's zither music grew increasingly heartbreaking, a gentle, loving melody drifted from the Yanluo Tianzi room on the second floor. The melodious music, filled with deep affection, melted away all sorrow, making Cao Yingying's music soften as well. Hearing the sudden sound of the zither, Cao Yingying's heart trembled, and a tearful smile appeared on her face, though unfortunately, no one could appreciate it because of the veil.

After their passion subsided, Li Feiyu, still slightly erect, held the little princess Li Mengxin in his arms, his lower body pressed against her buttocks. Looking at Cao Yingying's zither playing below, seeing her sorrow, he was stunned. The initial joy vanished, replaced by a dull ache in his heart; she had been longing for him all along. The little princess clung tenderly to his waist, listening to the music, murmuring, "Sister Yingying is so pitiful! Her music is so sad!"

Seeing the five-stringed zither placed beside him, Li Feiyu suddenly felt an urge to comfort Cao Yingying. In his previous life, he had learned painting and playing the zither from a young age, although it was the piano, not a classical stringed instrument. But with his powerful divine sense as a Martial Ancestor, his comprehension was terrifying. The most difficult thing to cultivate in the world was spiritual power; all paths lead to the same goal. Once he understood music theory, playing the five-stringed zither would be effortless for him. At first, it was a bit awkward, but soon the beautiful melody began to captivate everyone. The song being played was a famous love song of the 20th century. Although it couldn't compare to the songs of these talented men who cultivated their minds through playing the piano, the lightheartedness combined with his slightly hoarse recitation of the love song astonished everyone. In this era, only playing the piano was common; there were no songs with lyrics. His unique performance style firmly attracted everyone. The song he was singing was the famous "Blue and White Porcelain."

After the song ended, Cao Yingying smiled through her tears. Without waiting for the scholars of the Hanlin Academy to comment, she gave a slight bow, withdrew, and then ran crying towards the room with Li Feiyu in the Yanluo Tianzi class.

Chapter 132 Yingying, Dual Cultivation (Part 3)

The many talented men and beautiful women sitting in the Baiyu Yanling Tower were all curious about the person who sang the song, but the window was shrouded in a layer of white smoke, making it impossible for many to see inside. They could only marvel and secretly admire Li Feiyu. Many infatuated women imagined the talented men living inside and indulged in their fantasies. Many speculated about the relationship between the person in the building and Cao Yingying. He had somehow managed to magically soften the sorrowful music of this pearl of the capital.

Although Cao Yingying hid it well on stage, making it difficult to detect anything amiss, the Third Prince still noticed the surprise in her beautiful eyes, especially the obvious change in the music. His face immediately darkened. How could he not hear the tenderness in Shuangshuang's music? She was his fiancée! As he watched her walk down from the stage and run upstairs with light steps, he suppressed the urge to kill her immediately and smiled faintly, "I heard that Young Master Qi came for the Qin Fairy Zi Yan. May I ask where you met her? You know, the Qin Fairy is very mysterious, and no one knows her origins."

Qi Ya thought of Zi Yan, and a hint of infatuation flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed his thoughts. To be specific, he didn't know where Zi Yan came from either, but ever since he saw her in Yueziwu, he had been deeply attracted to her. "Once you've seen the ocean, other waters are nothing; once you've seen the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are nothing." Even with Cao Yingying's stunning beauty, he had never harbored any impure thoughts, because his heart was completely occupied by Zi Yan. Hearing the Third Prince Li Luoyun's question, he smiled faintly, silently shook his head, and looked at the talented scholar who had reappeared outside, reciting a poem with deep emotion. As a martial man, he had somehow become interested in these arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

In the Yanluo Tianzi room, Li Feiyu finished singing and saw Cao Yingying running up, a smile appearing on his face. Princess Li Mengxin was captivated by his slightly husky yet infectious singing voice. Seeing Cao Yingying's reaction through the window, she knew perfectly well about her relationship with Li Feiyu. She immediately pouted, her delicate white body twisting and turning, her small buttocks and cheeks straddling him, her cleft gripping his hot, massive member. The friction from her movements made Li Feiyu thrust hard, lifting her entire body. But knowing Cao Yingying was about to enter, he calmed his urges, patted her snow-white buttocks, and tightened his embrace around her soft, boneless waist, taking a deep breath... "Little vixen, don't move!"

The little princess trembled as Li Feiyu's erect penis pressed against her. Her watery eyes glanced at him coquettishly, and she jumped off him, her bare bottom exposed. She picked up their disheveled clothes from the white jade chair, took out Li Feiyu's luxurious robe, and draped it over herself, covering herself completely. She looked at Li Feiyu and said, "You bad boy, I'll wear this robe first. You wear my dress. How will you face Sister Yingying?" Her beautiful eyes saw Li Feiyu's strong and muscular body, especially his hot and erect member, and a blush rose on her pretty face. Although they had been intimately close these past few days, she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire every time she saw his naked, muscular body. His flowing blond hair cascaded over his shoulders, his face was handsome yet alluring, and his chest was muscular and strong, especially his firm deltoids and the steaming purple lightning dragon king spear. Any woman would be captivated by him, especially since he exuded a masculine and alluring charm, like a female assassin. From six-year-old children to ancient old women, everyone felt an urge to be close to him and even submit to him. The little princess knew she couldn't control him, but she couldn't help being coquettish and jealous, perhaps wanting him to care about her!

Hearing her request, Li Feiyu couldn't help but laugh shamelessly, saying, "In the whole world, perhaps only you would ask your husband to wear a woman's dress!" After saying that, he smiled wickedly, picked up the bodice she had taken off the ground, smelled its fragrance, and then wrapped it around his waist to cover his enormous member.

The little princess blushed crimson, scolding, "You naughty bastard, how could you... how could you..."

Li Feiyu didn't wait for her to finish, because he already felt the door open, and Cao Yingying cautiously approached. He saw through his divine sense Cao Yingying's haggard appearance, especially her hesitant manner, which made him feel a pang of guilt. He decisively opened the door, and her beautiful figure came into view. Her exquisite face was streaked with tears, tears floating on her smooth, white skin, her expression a mixture of joy and slight surprise.

"Li Lang!" Cao Yingying gazed at Li Feiyu, her voice filled with deep affection. Looking at his strong, muscular body, the impact was immense, the overwhelming joy causing her to faint before she could even reach his arms.

Li Feiyu stepped forward, arriving in an instant, leaving only a blur, already embracing her. Holding her soft, boneless body, which exuded a faint fragrance, he returned to the chair, placing one hand on her back and channeling his inner energy into her body.

"Is Sister Yingying alright?" the little princess asked with concern.

Li Feiyu shook his head and looked at Li Mengxin, saying, "She's fine. Little darling, don't be jealous later!"

Little Princess Li Mengxin said, "I won't be jealous of Sister Yingying!" After saying that, she gave Li Feiyu a dissatisfied look, deliberately not disturbing the two of them, and leaned out the window to watch the martial arts competition outside.

Under Li Feiyu's infusion of true energy, Cao Yingying awoke, her eyelashes fluttering, her watery eyes opening to see Li Feiyu's handsome face. "Li Lang, am I dreaming?" she asked, raising her delicate hand to touch his cheek.

Feeling the coolness of her hand, he took it and kissed it, saying, "Baby, you're not dreaming! Your heart is mine! Your body is mine! Your whole being is mine! How could you be so careless with yourself!" Seeing her fragility, he felt a deep pang of sorrow.

Cao Yingying pressed against his strong body, inhaling his intense masculine aura, and listening to his tender words, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Li Lang, Yingying was wrong!" she said.

Li Feiyu looked at her gently and said, "If you're wrong, you must accept the punishment! Let me first soothe your body! Let you get better! Otherwise, you won't be able to withstand my punishment!"

"How will you soothe it?" Cao Yingying asked curiously, her body trembling.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly, "Dragon and Phoenix Harmony Technique! Dual Cultivation Great Art!" With that, he reached out and touched her breasts, loosening her belt. This wasn't out of lust, but because Cao Yingying's body was too weak, while she possessed a foundation in martial arts. His Dragon and Phoenix Harmony Technique could quickly heal her, even helping her break through her martial arts bottleneck and reach a higher level.

Hearing his request, Cao Yingying blushed, but slowly closed her eyes, allowing him to do as he pleased. At this moment, she only wanted to be his most submissive wife.

Looking at her captivating appearance, Li Feiyu's heart burned with desire, and he lowered his head to kiss her small lips…

————————The censorship is too strong; I dare not write about foreplay.

The many talented men and beautiful women sitting in the White Jade Goose Feather Pavilion were all curious about the person singing, but the window was shrouded in a layer of white smoke, preventing them from seeing inside. They could only marvel and secretly admire Li Feiyu. Many infatuated women imagined the talented men living inside, indulging in their fantasies. Many speculated about the relationship between the person in the building and Cao Yingying. He had somehow managed to magically soften the sorrowful music of this pearl of the capital.

Although Cao Yingying hid it well on stage, making it difficult to detect anything amiss, the Third Prince still noticed the surprise in her beautiful eyes, especially the obvious change in the music. His face immediately darkened. How could he not hear the tenderness in Shuangshuang's music? She was his fiancée! As he watched her walk down from the stage and run upstairs with light steps, he suppressed the urge to kill her immediately and smiled faintly, "I heard that Young Master Qi came for the Qin Fairy Zi Yan. May I ask where you met her? You know, the Qin Fairy is very mysterious, and no one knows her origins."

Qi Ya thought of Zi Yan, and a hint of infatuation flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed his thoughts. To be specific, he didn't know where Zi Yan came from either, but ever since he saw her in Yueziwu, he had been deeply attracted to her. "Once you've seen the ocean, other waters are nothing; once you've seen the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are nothing." Even with Cao Yingying's stunning beauty, he had never harbored any impure thoughts, because his heart was completely occupied by Zi Yan. Hearing the Third Prince Li Luoyun's question, he smiled faintly, silently shook his head, and looked at the talented scholar who had reappeared outside, reciting a poem with deep emotion. As a martial man, he had somehow become interested in these arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

In the Yanluo Tianzi room, Li Feiyu finished singing and saw Cao Yingying running up, a smile appearing on his face. Princess Li Mengxin was captivated by his slightly husky yet infectious singing voice. Seeing Cao Yingying's reaction through the window, she knew perfectly well about her relationship with Li Feiyu. She immediately pouted, her delicate white body twisting and turning, her small buttocks and cheeks straddling him, her cleft gripping his hot, massive member. The friction from her movements made Li Feiyu thrust hard, lifting her entire body. But knowing Cao Yingying was about to enter, he calmed his urges, patted her snow-white buttocks, and tightened his embrace around her soft, boneless waist, taking a deep breath... "Little vixen, don't move!"

The little princess trembled as Li Feiyu's erect penis pressed against her. Her watery eyes glanced at him coquettishly, and she jumped off him, her bare bottom exposed. She picked up their disheveled clothes from the white jade chair, took out Li Feiyu's luxurious robe, and draped it over herself, covering herself completely. She looked at Li Feiyu and said, "You bad boy, I'll wear this robe first. You wear my dress. How will you face Sister Yingying?" Her beautiful eyes saw Li Feiyu's strong and muscular body, especially his hot and erect member, and a blush rose on her pretty face. Although they had been intimately close these past few days, she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire every time she saw his naked, muscular body. His flowing blond hair cascaded over his shoulders, his face was handsome yet alluring, and his chest was muscular and strong, especially his firm deltoids and the steaming purple lightning dragon king spear. Any woman would be unable to resist his allure, especially since he exuded a masculine and seductive charm at all times, like a female assassin. From six-year-old children to ancient old women, everyone felt an urge to be close to him and even submit to him. The little princess knew she couldn't control him, but she couldn't help but act coquettishly and jealously, perhaps wanting him to care about her!

Hearing her request, Li Feiyu couldn't help but laugh mischievously, saying, "In the whole world, perhaps only you would ask your husband to wear a woman's skirt!" After saying that, he smiled wickedly, picked up the bodice she had taken off the ground, smelled its fragrance, and then wrapped it around his waist to cover his enormous member.

The little princess blushed crimson, scolding, "You naughty bastard, how could you... how could you..."

Li Feiyu didn't wait for her to finish, because he already felt the door open, and Cao Yingying cautiously approached. He saw through his divine sense Cao Yingying's haggard appearance, especially her hesitant manner, which made him feel a pang of guilt. He decisively opened the door, and her beautiful figure came into view. Her exquisite face was streaked with tears, tears floating on her smooth, white skin, her expression a mixture of joy and slight surprise.

"Li Lang!" Cao Yingying gazed at Li Feiyu, her voice filled with deep affection. Looking at his strong, muscular body, the impact was immense, the overwhelming joy causing her to faint before she could even reach his arms.

Li Feiyu stepped forward, arriving in an instant, leaving only a blur, already embracing her. Holding her soft, boneless body, which exuded a faint fragrance, he returned to the chair, placing one hand on her back and channeling his inner energy into her body.

Chapter 133 Cao Yingying and the Little Princess

The little princess leaned against the window, her chin resting on her delicate hand. Below, a young man from a small martial arts family was performing swordsmanship, his skillful act drawing continuous applause from the audience. However, the lively little princess was captivated by the moans and gasps behind her. Her face flushed, her slender legs trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but reach her hand under her robe, touching her wet private parts. Juice flowed down her vulva, soaking her fair belly. Her hand felt sticky and clingy to the touch, and the heat and emptiness made her yearn for the feeling of being possessed by him. She bit her lower lip with her white upper teeth, finally turning to look at Li Feiyu and Cao Yingying.

After Li Feiyu channeled his inner energy into Cao Yingying for dual cultivation, her face regained its rosy hue, her beautiful face glowing with a divine beauty, and she began to enjoy his vigorous thrusting. Li Feiyu hoisted Cao Yingying's beautiful legs onto his shoulders, lifting her plump buttocks. His massive, reddish-purple member, lubricated with a pungent, fishy-smelling fluid, thrust forcefully in and out of her flower path. The scrotum slapped against her snow-white, plump buttocks with a loud slapping sound, and fluids splattered. She gasped and moaned, making Princess Li Mengxin's body heat up. She breathed heavily, inserted her fingers into her jade pot, and untied the robe draped over her body, exposing her snow-white, delicate body to the air. However, extreme emptiness made her extremely uncomfortable. Her eyes glazed over as she walked over and leaned against Li Feiyu, sticking out her little tongue to lick Li Feiyu's constantly throbbing, firm buttocks...

The eyes in the building did not pay attention to the Yanluo Tianzi room where Li Feiyu was for long. After guessing who was inside, they focused their attention on the stage.

Zi Yan, dressed in a white gauze dress, her stunningly beautiful face veiled, her graceful figure and light steps making her appear like a fairy descending upon the dreamlike central stage. She bowed slightly to the crowd before sitting at the zither stand. Her delicate white hands emerged from her long sleeves, her slender fingers plucking the strings. Each note, like a poetic verse, depicted a different scene, allowing different listeners to see images buried deep within their hearts. She was about to embark on the path of the zither; though not yet formally initiated, she was not far off. Her music already easily stirred the emotions in people's hearts.

Qi Ya sat on the second floor, gazing at her through the window, his eyes fixed on her. Listening to her music, he recalled the first time he saw her—her radiant smile, her classical zither music—all of which had deeply captivated him. The Third Prince, seeing Qi Ya's reaction, sneered. He was not captivated by her music. Looking down at Zi Yan, though he couldn't see her face, he imagined she was quite beautiful. What could a man obsessed with romantic love achieve? He felt that women were merely tools for venting his desires, except for that figure, the woman who gave birth to him.

Just as everyone was captivated by Zi Yan's zither music, a peerless beauty in a black silk dress and a black veil descended from the sky, twirling amidst fluttering purple petals. Her face was obscured by the veil, but her expressive eyes were watery, and her entire body, both alluring and seductive, was incredibly alluring and bewitching. Amidst the falling petals, she was like a peerless enchantress descending from the heavens, landing on the stage with a radiant smile. She danced gracefully to the zither music, her dreamlike steps and poetic melodies captivating the audience. The descending beauty was none other than the dancing fairy Yun Yan. Her dreamlike appearance immediately drew everyone's attention. One was alluring, the other pure; Yun Yan and Zi Yan, two different qualities, combined perfectly, leaving the onlookers in awe.

Seeing the Fairy Dance descend like a cloud of smoke, the Third Prince chuckled sinisterly, a hint of lust in his voice, muttering to himself, "The Hundred Flowers Order? That's quite a force!" It seemed the Fairy Dance's identity was not simple; the power behind her had even captivated the Third Prince, Li Luoyun.

Li Feiyu, Cao Yingying, and Li Mengxin were still engaged in their passionate lovemaking, missing the opportunity to meet the Fairy Dance. However, while he was curious about the Four Pearls of the Capital and the Four Fairies of the Empire, he sent several Golden Phoenix Guards to investigate the women's backgrounds, and the investigation was nearly complete.

In a room on the third floor, adorned with carved orchid screens, an old man with a hooked nose watched the two women on the stage, his white beard and brows furrowed. A small snake coiled around his arm and then disappeared into his loose sleeve, extremely eerie.

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The little princess leaned against the window, her chin resting on her small hand. Below, a young man from a small martial arts family was performing swordsmanship, his brilliant performance drawing continuous applause from the audience. But the lively little princess was currently captivated by the soft moans and panting behind her. Her face flushed crimson, her slender legs trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but reach her small hand under her robe, touching her wet, private parts. The juices flowed down her vulva, covering her fair belly, making her hand feel sticky and clingy. The heat and emptiness made her desperately long for the feeling of being possessed by him. She bit her lower lip with her white upper teeth, finally turning back to look at Li Feiyu and Cao Yingying.

The little princess leaned against the window, her chin resting on her small hand. Below, a young man from a small martial arts family was performing swordsmanship. The spectacular performance drew continuous applause from the audience, but the lively little princess was now captivated by the moans and panting behind her. Her face flushed crimson, her slender legs trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but reach her small hand under her robe, touching her wet, private parts. The juices flowed down her vulva, covering her fair belly, making her hand feel sticky and clingy. The heat and emptiness made her desperately long for the feeling of being possessed by him. She bit her bright red cherry-like lower lip with her white upper teeth, finally unable to resist turning back to look at Li Feiyu and Cao Yingying.

The little princess leaned against the window, her chin resting on her delicate hand. Below, a young man from a small martial arts family was performing swordsmanship, his brilliant performance drawing continuous applause from the audience. But the lively princess was now captivated by the moans and gasps behind her. Her face flushed, her slender legs trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but reach her hand under her robe, touching her wet private parts. The juices flowed down her vulva, covering her fair belly, sticky and clinging to her skin. The heat and emptiness made her desperately long for the feeling of being possessed by him. She bit her bright red cherry-like lower lip with her white upper teeth, finally unable to resist turning back to look at Li Feiyu and Cao Yingying.

After Li Feiyu sent his internal energy to Cao Yingying for dual cultivation, Cao Yingying's face had regained its rosy hue, her beautiful face glowing like a fairy, and she began to enjoy his vigorous thrusting. Li Feiyu hoisted Cao Yingying's beautiful legs onto his shoulders, lifting her plump buttocks. His massive, reddish-purple member, lubricated with a pungent, fishy-smelling fluid, thrust forcefully in and out of her flower path. The scrotum slapped against her snow-white, plump buttocks with a loud slapping sound, and fluids splattered. She gasped and moaned, making Princess Li Mengxin's body heat up. She breathed heavily, inserted her fingers into her jade pot, and untied the robe draped over her body, exposing her snow-white, delicate body to the air. However, extreme emptiness made her extremely uncomfortable. Her eyes glazed over as she walked over and leaned against Li Feiyu, sticking out her little tongue to lick Li Feiyu's constantly throbbing, firm buttocks...

The eyes in the building did not pay attention to the Yanluo Tianzi room where Li Feiyu was for long. After guessing who was inside, they focused their attention on the stage.

Zi Yan, dressed in a white gauze dress, her stunningly beautiful face veiled, her graceful figure and light steps making her appear like a fairy as she arrived at the dreamlike central stage. She gave a slight bow to the crowd and then sat down at the zither stand. Her delicate white hands emerged from her long sleeves, her slender fingers plucking the strings. Each note, like a poetic verse, depicted a different scene, allowing different people to see images buried deep within their hearts. She was about to embark on the path of the

zither; although she hadn't formally entered the art, she was not far off. Her music already easily stirred the emotions in people's hearts. Qi Ya sat on the second floor, gazing at her through the window, his eyes fixed on her. Listening to her music, he recalled the first time he saw her—her radiant smile, her classical zither music—all of which had deeply captivated him. Seeing Qi Ya's reaction, the Third Prince sneered. He wasn't captivated by her music. Looking down at Zi Yan, though he couldn't see her face, he imagined she was quite beautiful. What could a man obsessed with romantic love accomplish? He believed women were merely tools for venting desire, except for that figure, the woman who gave birth to him… Seeing Qi Ya's reaction, the Third Prince sneered. He wasn't captivated by her music. Looking down at Zi Yan, though he couldn't see her face, he imagined she was quite beautiful. What could a man obsessed with romantic love accomplish? He believed women were merely tools for venting desire, except for that figure, the woman who gave birth to him.

Just as everyone was engrossed in Zi Yan's music, a peerless beauty dressed in a black silk dress and veiled in black descended from the sky, twirling amidst fluttering purple petals. Her face was veiled, obscuring her features, but her expressive eyes were watery, and her entire body, both alluring and seductive, was incredibly alluring and bewitching. Amidst the fluttering petals, she seemed like a peerless enchantress descending from the heavens, landing on the stage with a radiant smile. She danced gracefully to the music, her dreamlike steps and poetic melodies captivating the audience. The one who descended was none other than the Dance Fairy Yunyan, her dreamlike appearance instantly drawing everyone's attention. One was alluring, the other pure; Yunyan and Ziyan, two contrasting qualities, blended perfectly, leaving the onlookers in awe.

Seeing the Dance Fairy Yunyan descend, the Third Prince chuckled sinisterly, a hint of lust in his voice, muttering to himself, "The Hundred Flowers Order? This is quite a force!" It seemed the Dance Fairy's identity was not simple, and the power behind her had even stirred the heart of the Third Prince, Li Luoyun.

Li Feiyu, Cao Yingying, and Li Mengxin were still engaged in a passionate lovemaking session, missing the opportunity to meet the Dance Fairy. However, while he was curious about the Four Pearls of the Capital and the Four Fairies of the Empire, he sent several Golden Phoenix Guards to investigate the women's backgrounds, and the investigation was nearly complete.

In a room on the third floor with carved orchid screens, an old man with a hooked nose watched the two women on the stage, his white beard and brows furrowed. A small snake coiled around his arm and then disappeared into his loose sleeve, extremely eerie. (03-24
Chapter 134: The Evil Emperor Breaks the Army)

Besides the Great Han Empire, which borders the Great Han Empire, there is also the Great Wilderness Empire. However, since a terrible plague broke out in the Great Wilderness Empire, few people have lived there. The Great Wilderness Empire is very small, probably only a fraction of the size of the Great Han Empire, and legend has it that it was cursed by a goddess a thousand years ago.

Just as the Civil and Martial Arts Tournament was being held, and Li Feiyu, the little princess, and Cao Yingying were immersed in joy, the mysterious wheel of fate began to turn.

The Ghost City of the Great Wilderness Empire. In the empty city, thousands of stone coffins slept silently at the bottom of the water.

Two eyes looked down at a water mirror, the shallow water reflecting a fragment of another space. After watching for an unknown amount of time, the pale-faced figure on the high throne suddenly exhaled, and his right hand couldn't help but rise, reaching towards the water mirror, as if trying to touch something.

"Guiguzi." Suddenly someone called out, a familiar voice.

"Snap," the hand that was halfway there suddenly trembled, and fell heavily, closing the bronze lid of the water mirror, the water surface cracking and rippling.

"What are you looking at?" When the woman in white with silver hair approached, she only saw the water mirror that had just closed

. She looked at the lonely figure on the throne with slight surprise. "I've seen you open the water mirror a lot these past few days. What are you looking at?" "Nothing." The Crown Prince of Guigu involuntarily frowned as he looked at the Holy Maiden of the Empire, Yu Xin, and answered subconsciously. However, as soon as the words left his mouth, a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

"Don't close the water mirror—look where Ke'er and Xiao Ying are?" Since the other party didn't answer, Yu Xin didn't ask any further. She sat down beside the throne, casually picked up the Yuanli core, placed it on her lap, and leaned over to open the water mirror. "I can foresee that the continent will be in turmoil in a few years, but unfortunately we can't go out for the time being... I'm really worried about the two of them."

As she spoke, the copper lid was lifted, and the water in the water mirror was still rippling slightly. However, the broken water surface had gradually returned to normal, vaguely piecing together a lingering image—clearly somewhere in the Great Han Empire, amidst the swirling yellow sand, Xie Huang Wuming was leading a twelve-year-old girl forward. The little girl wore a purple dress, had bright eyes and white teeth, and her jade-like arms were wrapped with a whip as thick as a thumb. She carried a box on her back and was turning around to shout something to the people behind her, her eyes sparkling with spirit.

"...?" Yu Xin paused slightly, looking at the lingering image in the water mirror with surprise. Her eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't ask. Her slender fingers brushed across the water's surface, silently chanting an incantation. The water in the mirror instantly changed. As if propelled by an invisible force, a thin layer of water condensed towards the center of the mirror, colliding instantly and shooting up three feet high before splashing back into the bronze basin, immediately becoming as calm as mercury.

The scene in the mirror, however, had completely changed.

The silver-haired Prince Guigu sat on his throne, looking down at the image in the water mirror. His expression suddenly changed, his gaze turning away as if burning, and he blurted out, "Po Jun." The moment she lifted the water mirror, Yu Xin had been slightly distracted. Now, feeling a sudden tremor throughout her body, she realized she had been lost in thought and almost stood up from her throne.

"What?" The moment Yu Xin closed the water mirror, Guigu snapped back to reality, his right arm suddenly outstretched, bracing himself against the bronze lid in surprise, and looking at the water mirror. Upon seeing this, he was speechless, unable to utter a word.

The water mirror clearly captured the scene he needed to see—in some unknown dense forest, the sky was already dark, a campfire burned fiercely, and the Nameless Evil Emperor stood on the desert, with an unspeakable corpse lying on the ground, a blood-red wolf eye open in the center of his forehead. The little girl stood silently beside him, unmoved by his slaughter.

"He is the Killing Star, Po Jun." Unexpectedly seeing such a thing, Guiguzi was also speechless, his hand resting on the water mirror. He had seen traces of her younger brother, Little Eagle, for a long time, and watched him grow up, but since the Ghost City was sealed, it had become quite difficult to track his whereabouts.

Those words slipped out, and when he turned to look at Yuxin, he saw that her face was pale, her eyes fixed on the eye in the center of the Evil Emperor's forehead.

"Wake up!" Prince Guigu shouted hurriedly, and Yuxin came to her senses, but still couldn't speak. She couldn't help but recall the past—

a secluded and tranquil valley where, for decades, dozens of families who had broken away from a mysterious force had lived, multiplying and thriving, enjoying a contented and happy life.

A thin little boy sat on the stone threshold, watching a stunningly beautiful woman in a purple dress gracefully standing beneath a purple jasmine tree, picking its fragrant petals. The woman's slender fingers deftly picked petals, placing them in a green bamboo basket beside her. A gentle breeze blew, scattering petals that brushed against her beautiful, jade-like cheek, landing on the ground, creating a floral carpet. Her bare, delicate feet crunched on the petals, and the boy was mesmerized.

She turned to look at the bewildered boy, revealing a beautiful smile, and said in a clear, melodious voice, "Little Eagle, so good! Your illness will be cured in a few days!

" The boy hummed in agreement, smiling, revealing a half-missing tooth.

"Sister Yuxin, I'm here!" A sweet voice drifted from the secluded forest path not far away. A delicate, elfin-like little girl, dressed in a green dress with her hair in a small braid, a sweet smile on her face, carrying a bunch of orchid flowers, rode on a small white fawn towards them. The amethyst bell on her wrist tinkled crisply as she ran.

Yu Xin looked up, saw the little girl, and smiled sweetly, saying, "Ke'er, you're back! Where's Grandpa?"

"Grandpa's behind me!" The little girl, Ke'er, skipped and hopped over...

"Are you alright?" Prince Guigu asked calmly, snapping his hand shut on the water mirror, the splashing water rippling slightly. He looked up from his seat, watching the pale-faced woman pacing back and forth before the throne, and fell silent.

"How could he be a killer star?" Yu Xin took a few quick steps, whispering softly.

"Don't worry! Perhaps this isn't a bad thing!" The Prince of Guigu lowered his right hand from the water mirror, then grabbed a piece of brocade from the armrest of the throne to wipe the water from his hands. He offered a helpless consolation, "Although Po Jun is destined for slaughter, which killing star in history hasn't become a Martial Ancestor?"

His hurried steps suddenly stopped. In the empty city, the beautiful woman turned to look at the lonely figure on the throne, finally sighing and lowering her head—he didn't know. Although he was a prince, he had never known emotion. Throughout his life, he had never known what kinship was, and he would never know. Was this fortune or misfortune?

As if suddenly realizing the cruel pain hidden in those words, she pressed her jade hand to her mouth, silencing herself. In the vast, colorless city, the Prince of Guigu and Yu Xin remained silent, exchanging no words. Only the water mirror shimmered faintly.

The figure on the throne silently watched her, then suddenly smiled after a long while: "Perhaps you can go out and take a look!" "

..." Yu Xin was stunned, clearly not understanding his meaning.

"Yu Xin." In that instant of her stunned silence, the Prince of Guigu seemed to remember something, looking at her and saying, "Although I don't understand what love is, I think love is about making the other person happy. I've been lonely for so many years, and although I saved you, I shouldn't let you be lonely too. You'll leave tomorrow!"

Yu Xin's body stiffened, unable to speak. Having been saved by him years ago and trapped in this desolate city, so many years of loneliness had probably made her forget that she would ever be free. Her soft eyes flickered a few times, and she lowered her head, saying, "After I leave, I will find a way to break the seal on this desolate city!" "

The desert wind is cruel, like a barbed whip lashing against your body. Even though he had changed into a robe made from the hides of local desert beasts, he could still feel the desert storm tearing at his skin. But braving the wind and sand, he kept his body straight and strode forward. The sand that sank deep into his calves seemed to have no effect on him, and the long walk under the scorching sun had not exhausted his strength.

The little girl following behind him was clearly exhausted, but despite her exhaustion, her watery eyes behind the veil showed no dissatisfaction. She gritted her teeth and did her best to keep up with the person who had come before her."

The sand and thorny bushes gleamed with a metallic sheen under the blazing sun, stretching endlessly. With the howling wind, the dunes moved as if on foot, at a speed imperceptible to the human eye, completely transforming the surrounding terrain in an instant. The man in the lead stopped, silently observing the speed of the dunes' movement, looking up at the sun to determine his location. As if finally confirming something, he let out a long breath, turned around, and ordered, "Zhi'er, start a fire and eat here!"

This was the border town of the Black Flame Domain.

He had been traveling tirelessly for three days in this Black Flame Domain desert, finally emerging from it.

The girl who had been following him silently heard the order, immediately untied her pack, took out a thin blanket, spread it out, and placed her dry rations and water bottle on it. Then she turned and went to cut the red thorns growing on the ground—the most common dryland plant in the Black Flame Domain, with roots reaching three zhang deep to draw water, bare without a single leaf, only covered with long, reddish-brown thorns, scattered sparsely among the gravel.

The girl returned with a bundle of red thorns, piled the dried plants into a mound, and then lit a fire with a flint. She cut very quickly; Zhi'er was used to this harsh life and did it skillfully.

Dry, hard cakes were cooking in a thin iron pot. Xiang carefully tilted the kettle, using chopsticks to soften the corner of the cake—so as not to waste a drop of water. Upon contact with water, the thin cake quickly loosened, and under the heat of the fire, it actually bubbled and surged, soon turning into a pot full of white foam. The thin slices were enough to satisfy a day's hunger.

"Eat this!" Zhi'er was eating when something suddenly landed on her clothes, and she heard the Evil Emperor's command in her ear. In a clay box were sweet foods emitting a fragrant aroma.

The desert wind howled past. Long black hair billowed in the wind, revealing a body beneath it as smooth and graceful as jade, exuding an eerie charm in the vast, desolate desert—like a mermaid cast into the sand. Although she was only twelve years old, she possessed a remarkable maturity, a trait inseparable from her years of life in the martial world.

Zhi'er was eating Tian Wei's meal when her pupils contracted slightly, a hint of surprise on her face.

In the Xie Huang's cold eyes, a trace of tenderness flickered as he looked at the girl. Perhaps he had been too cruel to her. Thinking of his years of killing, and her unwavering devotion, he felt a pang of guilt. He wasn't without feelings; he simply needed to increase his strength through slaughter to find his missing clansmen.

Zhi'er looked at the Xie Huang, knowing his cold nature. She hadn't expected him to prepare food for her. She smiled sweetly, took the lunchbox, and lowered her head. He was already at the peak of the Martial Emperor realm, so he no longer needed to eat. However, she was still a Martial King and needed to replenish her energy through food, albeit in small amounts.

"Let's go back to the capital of the Great Cold Empire!" the Evil Emperor suddenly said.

Zhi'er trembled but said nothing, continuing to eat.

The Evil Emperor looked up at the endless sand dunes in the distance and said calmly, "Hey, you want to challenge Yue Wutian! You should go see your grandfather too!" At his level, whether he challenged Yue Wutian or not was meaningless, but he had failed several times before. Now he needed to defeat him and prevent any lingering shadows in his heart. What

he hadn't mentioned was that the mysterious old man had told him his master had awakened, and Zhi'er needed to be handed over to that person.

Did he need a master? As proud as he was, who could stand above him?

Chapter 135 Romantic Boat Trip (Part 1)

A sudden gust of wind swept through the air. Li Feiyu, Princess Li Mengxin, and Cao Yingying engaged in passionate lovemaking until the two women could no longer bear it. Only then did he ejaculate his thick semen deep into Cao Yingying's flower path. Just as he finished his dual cultivation with the white semen, Cao Yingying broke through to the Innate Martial Master level and entered the Martial King level.

Meanwhile, the literary and martial arts competition outside was nearing its end. Even several senior officials from the current court's Ministry of Literature had personally attended, composing essays, reciting poems, playing musical instruments, and painting. Talented men and women from all over the country also took to the stage to showcase their talents. In this world where martial arts reign supreme, the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting were initially not valued. However, a thousand years ago, a general used the "Hundred Battle Drums" to boost morale, causing a rain of blood to fall from the sky. This made people realize that martial arts were not the only path. The Martial Ancestor Qin Rou'er entered the Dao through poetry, ultimately achieving the status of Martial Ancestor. Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting can all lead to the Dao; all variations follow the same principle. As long as one's spiritual cultivation can resonate with the heavens and achieve harmony, one can attain immortality. However, these paths of cultivation, unlike martial arts, are not entirely suitable in this turbulent world due to the weakness of the body in the early stages and the extreme difficulty in achieving comprehension. Often, a scholar who has spent decades composing poetry is less effective than a martial artist who has practiced for years. Therefore, few choose to enter the Dao through their talents. However, these elegant methods have gained favor among some refined ladies who dislike the conflicts of the martial world. On the continent, almost everyone is passionate about cultivation, hoping for immortality. These gentle women are naturally happy to be able to cultivate far from martial arts.

After her breakthrough in cultivation, Cao Yingying was no longer sickly. Her face flushed, she leaned against him, drenched in sweat, clinging tightly to him and panting. Li Feiyu's penis was still inserted in her flower path, white fluid constantly seeping from their joined bodies. The little princess leaned against his other side, holding his arm, her face rosy, her long eyelashes fluttering and covering her eyes. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily, kissing his face with her lips. Her sweet tongue occasionally licked his cheek. The three of them, with their six legs intertwined, had four fair and tender pink legs wrapped around Li Feiyu's strong penis. It looked as if Li Feiyu was being held by two women, unable to move.

Li Feiyu slapped their snow-white buttocks hard, leaving a red handprint, and said, "Get up! The martial arts competition outside is almost over!"

"Mmm!" Cao Yingying groaned. As he slapped her hard, his huge member thrust deeper into her flower passage again. She lifted her head from his chest, her eyes still filled with lust, and looked at him dreamily, saying, "You're so bad! You don't even have any mercy on me!" After saying that, she used her jade hands to pull his huge member out of her flower passage from her strong chest and turned over. With a "pop," the ferocious head of his penis was pulled out of her tight flower passage, wet and erect. Her flower passage was not yet closed, and white fluid flowed out of the round hole in an instant, wetting her lush bush and dripping down her tender buttocks onto the luxurious fur chair. Under his seductive gaze, Cao Yingying blushed and deliberately thrust out her high, snowy breasts to meet his gaze. She smiled, picked up a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the fluid from her crotch. As he reached out to hug her, she giggled and ran away, quickly picking up her clothes and putting them on. When she put on her undergarment and panties, she deliberately stroked her snowy white breasts upwards, touching her plump buttocks, and put on her panties under his burning gaze.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly and said, "You little vixens, wait until tomorrow when I marry you, then let's see if you still dare to be so arrogant!"

Cao Yingying had undoubtedly been waiting for these words. She smiled shyly and happily, "Once I'm yours, won't you be able to do whatever you want with me?" Although this continent wasn't as feudal as ancient China, it wasn't as open about matters of the heart either. Generally speaking, in ordinary families and noble households, women were only willing to give themselves completely to their husbands after marriage. Only those from the martial arts world weren't so particular; as long as they were attracted to someone, they would take off their pants. But Cao Yingying, as a lady from a

respectable family, was under immense pressure from Li Feiyu. Her seduction was simply a way of hoping he would take her into his household as soon as possible. Li Feiyu could see the reason for her sudden wantonness, so he said these words with a wicked smile. He would definitely teach her a lesson later and see if she would still say such things. Seeing that the little princess was still lazily clinging to him, he slapped her plump bottom hard again and said, "Little vixen, aren't you going to get up?"

The little princess stuck out her little tongue and licked his lips like a kitten, saying, "No! I have no strength left. This princess wants you to put my clothes on."

Li Feiyu flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, passionately kissing her sweet cherry lips. During the kiss, he parted her jade-like legs, guided his massive member, aimed it at her wet opening, and thrust it in deeply, all the way to the hilt. His 27-28 centimeter member pushed her lower abdomen high, the tight folds of her vagina like tiny mouths sucking on his erection—it felt incredibly pleasurable. The little princess frowned, already exhausted, and groaned, "You bad boy…you're bullying me again…ah…ah ah…woo woo…"

Before she could finish, his mouth sealed hers, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist, and he began thrusting violently. Cao Yingying, already dressed, spat in annoyance, sighing, "What a debauched emperor!" Standing blushing, she dared not approach, afraid he would drag her into the fray. Her lower body was red and swollen, and her stomach still ached and felt empty after his repeated thrusts.

The battle lasted a long time, until Princess Li Mengxin was too exhausted to even kiss him. Li Feiyu then frantically poured his semen into her tight flower passage, affectionately wiping the fine beads of sweat

from her forehead and kissing her rosy face, saying, "Little darling, let's see if you can still resist not getting dressed?" Ever since she became Li Feiyu's woman, she had always let him dress her. Although there was nothing wrong with dressing her, it was a way of spoiling her, and he was happy to do so, he couldn't let her get used to this privilege, could he? The day before yesterday morning, he had made seven or eight women dress him.

The little princess said coquettishly, "I'm exhausted! It's all your fault! No!"

After Li Feiyu finished, he felt completely relaxed and couldn't resist her sweet words. He let her hold him in his arms and helped her put on her clothes. Cao Yingying felt wet down there. After watching so many erotic scenes, her lower body was a little weak. She gave him a charming look and helped him put on his clothes.

"Sister, is your brother here too?" A beautiful girl with a gentle and graceful demeanor stood in a luxurious room on the third floor and asked a voluptuous older woman in front of her in a sweet voice. The girl was beautiful and no less so than Cao Yingying. She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, but her body was already fully developed and curvaceous. She wore a snow-white gauze dress, her face was covered with a veil, and her long black hair was draped over her shoulders. She looked like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting. Before her stood a beautiful woman of about twenty-seven. Her face was like the moon, her figure alluring, her long hair flowing. A fiery red gauze dress could barely conceal her voluptuous figure—full breasts and a large bottom—a blend of innocence and mature charm, a woman between a young woman and a mature girl, easily igniting a man's passion. She held a red sword in her hand, signifying that she was like a rose with thorns. While the

mature, sophisticated ladies of noble families might not recognize Zhao Yu, the experienced young talents of the martial arts world immediately recognized this stunning woman standing on the painted boat as Zhao Yu, one of the five beauties of the Jianghu Heaven and Earth Alliance, a renowned beauty in the martial arts world. Behind her was her younger sister, Zhao Xian'er, who, due to her young age, had not been chosen, but whose beauty was known to all. Zhao Yu looked at the many talented young men and women reciting poems below, but showed little interest. She said, "I don't know either. I haven't seen what he looks like all these years. My mother said he changed a lot after recovering from his illness, and he's quite wicked!" She and her younger sister, Zhao Xian'er, were entrusted to Princess Biru of the Carefree Prince when they were very young, so the "mother" they spoke of was Biru.

Biru had adopted three orphans, all of whom became heroes in the martial arts world. Besides the two women, there was also Li Xiangyu, a sword god in the martial arts world who was obsessed with swords and regarded them as his life. He possessed an exceptional physique and martial arts prowess, and he took a strange old man as his master. He challenged himself year-round. Although he was a Martial Saint, he had completed half of the sword realm. It should be noted that even Martial Emperors might not be able to touch the sword realm. This required exceptional talent. It was because of his constant challenges and his refusal to give up practicing swordsmanship no matter how badly he was injured that he also had the title of "Sword Demon."

Hearing her sister Zhao Yu's words, Zhao Xian'er's beautiful face flushed slightly. She remembered that when she was seven or eight years old, she had promised her mother, Bi Ru, that she would marry him and become his wife! Since leaving the Prince's mansion, she had always worn a veil, not letting outsiders see her face. She was waiting for her younger brother to lift it himself. She and her sister had been cultivating in the sect for many years, so they didn't know that Li Feiyu had been in a coma for four years. Otherwise, wouldn't they be heartbroken? As a child, she didn't know what love was, but that subconscious sense of belonging made her build a barrier for herself and perfectly construct a virtual prince charming for her. This prince charming was her younger brother, Li Feiyu, who grew up.

The martial arts and literary competition had come to an end, but for the scions of noble families and the talented young ladies who had come from all over the country, it was only the beginning. Everyone gathered at Cuiwei Residence in Chengdu, where they could freely exchange ideas. Some young ladies from smaller families sought to find their ideal partners or marry into wealthy families, while some talented young men tried to find a mistress or join a powerful family as advisors. The members of the powerful families, as carefully cultivated successors, used these exchanges to consolidate their power. The world is a martial arts world, only some of the conflicts are not readily apparent!

Chapter 136: The Elegant Boat (Part Two)

Li Feiyu, with Cao Yingying and the little princess by his arms, emerged from the White Jade Sparrow Feather Tower. The same beautiful young lady from a modest family greeted him and informed him that a banquet would be held at the Hundred Treasures Pavilion of Cuiwei Residence in Chengdu at dusk, where he would meet talented young men from all over the country.

Li Feiyu's noble, aloof, and alluring figure immediately attracted everyone's attention. With his golden hair and handsome features, he was impossible to ignore, especially with two women embracing him. Faced with the gazes of the crowd, the two women blushed and prepared to leave his embrace. However, their legs felt weak, and after giving him a resentful look, they could only lean on him, clinging to him shyly. Embracing each other was not uncommon on this continent. Although relations between men and women weren't as open, they weren't as feudal as in ancient China. As long as it wasn't excessive, these actions didn't draw criticism; people simply admired Li Feiyu's good fortune at seeing the two women's stunning beauty.

Some talented men and beautiful women wanted to get to know Li Feiyu, but seeing him so intimately embracing the two women, they felt too embarrassed to disturb him. So, Li Feiyu led the two women quietly to the lakeside of Cuiwei Residence. The young girl standing behind them explained the scenery of the manor to the three of them, her face flushed. With few people around the lake, Li Feiyu's hands became restless, making her heart pound, as if he were caressing her.

The flowering trees along the lake were uneven, their petals falling and fluttering in the gentle breeze, filling the air with a faint fragrance. Walking along the shore of Falling Flower Lake, the two women were filled with tenderness and affection. Nothing could be happier than accompanying their lovers to enjoy the lakeside scenery. Even the young girl leading the three of them followed at a distance, not wanting to disturb them.

"Young master, would you like your fortune told?" Just as the three of them walked hand in hand along the shore, a slightly aged and thin voice came from under a tree laden with petals. Beneath the tree, its petals in full bloom, a ragged, white-haired old man with cloudy eyes stared at the three. The old man was thin, ugly, and appeared frail. A somewhat dirty gourd hung from his waist, and he sat cross-legged against the tree trunk, his hands tucked into his sleeves. Beside him was a white cloth banner with four powerful characters written on it: "Heavenly Calculation."

Li Feiyu's eyes narrowed. Although he was intimately entwined with the two women, chatting and laughing, his powerful Martial Emperor senses and soul power were constantly observing their surroundings. Just moments before, there had been no one around; the old beggar under the tree seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Cao Yingying and the little princess, seeing the fortune-telling beggar, both turned their gazes to Li Feiyu. If they had seen a fortune-telling beggar on the street, they would have assumed he was a charlatan and ignored him. But here, they sensed the old beggar's extraordinary nature and entrusted the matter of the old beggar's questions to their beloved Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu sneered and said calmly, "I don't believe in fate!"

"What if it's the fate of the Star Lord of the Terrace?" The old beggar seemed to see through his true nature; his eyes were cloudy, but his words were incredibly shocking. Li Feiyu, being a seed-like being, trembled upon hearing the old beggar's words. Looking at the old beggar, he smiled wickedly and said, "It's not a matter of fate being predetermined or destiny being determined by human effort. Since you don't believe in fate, why resist it? What's wrong with becoming the Star Lord of the Terrace?"

A glint of light flashed in the old beggar's eyes. He nodded silently. Of the people he had met, some accepted their fate and went with it, while others rebelled against it and fought against the heavens. But the essence of both was belief in fate. It was precisely because of this belief that they rebelled. He couldn't comment on those who didn't believe in fate but still rebelled against it; he simply didn't take them seriously. However, Li Feiyu's words stirred a sliver of admiration in his heart. He looked at Li Feiyu, his expression still cold despite the admiration, and said, "Arrogant! The cycle of heaven and earth, all things have their laws, and all things change but their origins remain the same. Heaven, the Dao, the great Dao of heaven and earth, all people cultivate together. Do you not believe in the Dao? Why do you cultivate martial arts?"

Petals fluttered down. Li Feiyu's fingers gently pinched them, and with a slight force, the petals shattered into fine powder. His brows furrowed slightly. Everything in the world could be a Dao—martial arts, the way of the zither, the way of painting, the way of medicine—all things could enter the Dao. This meant that cultivation on this continent was not limited to one path. Why should he follow the path others had already trod? Why couldn't he walk his own path? Was this Tai Xingjun? Then he would forge his own path to emperorship, becoming an emperor for all eternity! Emperors are supremely proud, and many throughout history have attempted this path, but most were consumed by their lust for power, failing to connect the emperor's role with the Way. Becoming an emperor is undoubtedly the most difficult of all paths, but emperors are supremely proud; failing to achieve this guarantees failure. This rudimentary reflection on his own path brought about a profound change in Li Feiyu's thinking. He nodded gratefully to the old beggar, knowing the old man had come to guide him. Previously, he had only driven his desire for dominance, never connecting it to the Way. This rudimentary reflection paved the way for his own path.

The old beggar, noticing the change in Li Feiyu's gaze, finally smiled approvingly. A small red bead flew from his hand, emanating strange rings of energy. It flew to Li Feiyu and said, "Everything in this world can be explained, so there will always be people with extremely special and strange abilities. This bead is called 'Covering the Sky,' used to conceal the secrets of heaven. Although you don't believe it, the wheel of fate always exists. I hope you will take care of yourself!" With that, he vanished into thin air, turning into a wisp of smoke.

Li Feiyu took the bead, his brow furrowed. He didn't want to accept favors without reason, but the moment he received it, he felt a sense of relief. The inexplicable feeling of being monitored and the lurking danger disappeared. Could this bead really be so useful? What

he didn't know was that this bead had a very significant history on the continent, even coveted by the Martial Ancestor.

Cao Yingying and the little princess were surprised to see the old beggar suddenly disappear. "Who is he?" they exclaimed.

Li Feiyu shook his head and said, "Who cares who he is! As long as he won't harm me!" He could sense that the old beggar meant him no harm.

Just then, a young girl from a distance hurried over and asked, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Li Feiyu smiled and said, "I'm fine."

The girl wanted to ask who the old man was, but after thinking about it, she didn't dare to ask any more questions. Her face flushed slightly as she said, "Young Prince, everyone is now reciting poetry and painting on the pleasure boats. My sisters all want to get to know Your Highness. I wonder if Your Highness..." As she spoke, her heart pounded. It took a lot of courage for her to say these words, but since they had come to Cuiwei Residence Villa for leisure, she wasn't afraid of angering Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu wasn't interested in these poems, but seeing the girl's cuteness and innocence, he smiled slightly. Since he had nothing else to do, he wanted to see what these young ladies were like, so

he nodded and said, "Alright! Let's go have some fun!" The girl was overjoyed at Li Feiyu's agreement, almost jumping

for joy, and smiled sweetly, saying, "Thank you, Your Highness!" (

Chapter 137: The Romantic Boat Trip (Part 3)) It was his freedom to do whatever he wanted, but the little princess, feeling indignant, reached her delicate hand to his waist and twisted it, saying coquettishly, "You bad boy, are you thinking something?" Li Feiyu pulled the little princess's hand down, touching her soft buttocks and cheeks, patting them, and said with a wicked smile, "You little vixen, don't you know what I'm thinking? It seems you still need to get to know me better!" These words made the little princess, Li Mengxin, blush. She was jealous precisely because she knew what Li Feiyu was thinking. Hearing that he wanted her to get to know him better, she immediately understood what "get to know" meant. Thinking of his huge thing inserted into her flower path, ravaging her and making her feel like she was being bathed in ecstasy, a blush rose on the beautiful little jade face. As he caressed and touched her sensitive buttocks and cheeks, her whole body went limp, and she leaned against his chest, breathing fragrant air, and said nothing more. The little princess's bottom and buttocks were very sensitive. His touch sent shivers down her spine, making her feel a tingling, numb sensation. Her vaginal muscles contracted, as if tiny tentacles were caressing her flesh, leaving her feeling empty and itchy. She gasped for breath, coquettishly crying, "You bad boy, stop touching me!" Although she was clever and mischievous, she was completely under Li Feiyu's thumb. The late autumn sun wasn't intense, shining on the lake's surface, which shimmered in the gentle breeze. Hundreds of painted boats of all sizes were moored on the lake—some luxurious, some elegant, some delicate, some grand—most rented from the Hundred Flowers Pavilion. Three or four stood out: one was the boat Li Feiyu had arrived in, and the other two belonged to the Hanlin Academy and the Yinwen Pavilion. Led by the young girl, Li Feiyu, with Cao Yingying and Li Mengxin in his arms, arrived at another elegant and beautiful painted boat. The boat wasn't large, only two stories, but its layout was elegant and its carvings exquisite. This boat was rented by the Baihua Tower from over twenty young ladies from all over the country. Because of their shared interests, these ladies, who had arrived five or six days earlier, stayed here. The upper floor was for the guards and servants, while the upper floor was where the ladies lived. Every day, these ladies, who disliked martial arts, would compose poetry and paint on the upper floor. Approaching the boat, one could hear laughter and the sound of playing the zither coming from the upper floor, and a faint fragrance wafted towards them. Li Feiyu smiled slightly, wondering what these ladies looked like. As soon as Li Feiyu stepped into the pleasure boat, several sharp-eyed young ladies spotted him and recognized him. More than twenty young ladies crowded out and stood at the entrance, looking at Li Feiyu with a mixture of shyness and curiosity. They all respectfully greeted him, "Greetings, Prince Qitian!" After Li Feiyu was bestowed the title of Prince Qitian through his family connections, his portrait was sent to various prefectural and government offices. These young ladies, whose families had some influence, had naturally seen his portrait through their connections. Even if they didn't recognize him, there was still a portrait of Li Feiyu in the small building on the second floor of the pleasure boat, which was naturally brought by a young lady who secretly admired Li Feiyu through the portrait. The painters in this world are far more skilled than those on Earth in the 20th century. Li Feiyu had only attended the imperial court once, yet he was painted by the nearly master-level Huixin Yushou, and his portrait was distributed to various prefectures as an official document. In the painting, he had golden hair, a handsome face, wore a magnificent gold-threaded robe, and blue-soled boots embroidered with dragons. He held a painted fan in his hand, looking both charming and ethereal, exuding a kingly aura. These young ladies, who rarely left their homes, were completely captivated by his portrait. Some even imagined winning his love by holding his portrait in their hands. Now, seeing him in person, their hearts pounded and their faces flushed. Under the watchful eyes of the women, Cao Yingying and Li Mengxin, already shyly begging him to release their hands, stood obediently behind him. Li Feiyu took out an expensive black jade fan from his Azure Dragon Ring and gently waved it. With the breeze, his golden hair fluttered. Facing the gazes of more than twenty beautiful eyes, he remained completely calm and composed. Looking at the many beauties, he smiled slightly and said, "Ladies, there's no need to be so reserved. Just think of me as a scholar who loves poetry and literature." These young ladies were all as beautiful as flowers, no less so than his ten maids. Since they dared to come from all over, they must have some confidence in their talents and looks and be outstanding in their respective regions. Faced with the affectionate gazes of these women, he was also somewhat moved. In order to win their favor, he had to pretend to be a pedantic scholar.

Princess Li Mengxin and Cao Yingying, seeing that all the young ladies' eyes were drawn to Li Feiyu, were not jealous at all, but rather quite proud, overjoyed that their beloved was so captivating. They followed Li Feiyu towards the second-floor pavilion on the painted boat.

"Your Highness, please come in!" The first young woman, a beautiful girl around twenty years old, spoke respectfully, her face flushed, her eyes practically overflowing with affection as she looked at Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu smiled faintly and stepped forward. Facing their tender and affectionate gazes, he felt proud but was also used to it; even in his previous life, he had been the center of attention. Although the women in his previous life were much more calculating, they were even more ardent towards him, their prince charming. Every time he went to a nightclub, there were always dozens of women eager to win his favor, their gazes burning with desire; he had become immune to it all. The young woman, a woman in her late twenties, was in the bloom of youth. Dressed in a pale yellow dress, she was as beautiful as a flower, with a graceful figure, long hair flowing down to her full hips, and an air of refined elegance. Her beauty was among the best of the group of women, only two or three could compare, and she was only slightly less beautiful than Cao Yingying. It was clear that she held considerable prestige among the women. As she greeted him, the women standing at the door parted slightly to make way.

As Li Feiyu stepped forward, he was surrounded by these twenty-odd girls, surrounded by their delicate fragrance. The little princess and Cao Yingying followed behind, also being greeted by the girls with smiles, not daring to offend them.

The beautiful girl at the front secretly cast an admiring glance at the girl who had led Li Feiyu there; she hadn't expected her cousin to actually be looking for the young prince.

"May I ask how you are addressed, Miss?" Li Feiyu politely asked the girls around him.

Several girls blushed, and even the authoritative girl in the lead said with a hint of shyness and delight, "This humble girl is Yan Zhihua. These sisters are Sister Zhixin, Sister Han Yingmeng, Sister Shiying, Sister Xinting, Sister Xinyao, Sister Lingfei, Sister Qianxue, Sister Kexin, Sister Menglu, Sister Lingyun, Sister Wanting, Sister Jingqi, Sister Xinrui, Sister Leshan, Sister Meixuan, Sister Xueyan, Sister Yujia, Sister Dairou, Sister Chudie, Sister Qiushan, and Sister Nianlei. The one who brought the Prince here is my cousin, Yan Shishi." Yan Zhihua blushed slightly as she listed so many names, but having been chosen as the "Alliance Leader," she had no choice but to introduce them. Each time she uttered a name, the person whose name it was would nod shyly towards Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu, waving his painted fan, gave the girls a wicked smile and walked in, leaving some of the infatuated girls dizzy with admiration.

Chapter 138 The Romantic Boat Trip (Part 4)

Several girls blushed, and the one in the lead, who seemed quite authoritative, also said with a hint of shyness and delight, "This humble girl is Yan Zhihua. These sisters are Sister Zhixin, Sister Han Yingmeng, Sister Shiying, Sister Xinting, Sister Xinyao, Sister Lingfei, Sister Qianxue, Sister Kexin, Sister Menglu, Sister Lingyun, Sister Wanting, Sister Jingqi, Sister Xinrui, Sister Leshan, Sister Meixuan, Sister Xueyan, Sister Yujia, Sister Dairou, Sister Chudie, Sister Qiushan, and Sister Nianlei. The one who brought the prince here is my cousin, Yan Shishi." Yan Zhihua blushed slightly as she spoke of so many names, but having been chosen as the "Alliance Leader" these days, she had to introduce them. Every time she mentioned a name, the person whose name it was would nod shyly towards Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu, waving his painted fan, gave the many girls a charmingly wicked smile and walked in, leaving some of the infatuated girls dizzy with enchantment.

Seeing Li Feiyu enter, Yan Zhihua turned back and respectfully glanced at Princess Li Mengxin and Cao Yingying, the Prime Minister's daughter, saying, "Please, Your Highness and Miss Yingying!" The Yan family was considered a mid-level martial arts family, their overall strength far inferior to the Li family. However, the Li family, a powerful imperial family, didn't exert much influence over a martial arts family like the Yan family. Yan Zhihua remained extremely respectful to the two, admiring their reputations and talents in the capital, especially Cao Yingying, who was hailed as one of the Four Beauties—a title she held for good reason.

The interior of the pleasure boat wasn't lavishly decorated, but rather elegant, with layers of painted screens, carved railings, and fragrant flowers, exuding a refined, feminine charm.

Li Feiyu, inhaling the delicate fragrance within the painted boat, felt somewhat refreshed. He waved his painted fan and smiled, "I wonder what brings you ladies here?" He didn't use the title "This King" because most of these ladies came from martial arts families, and imperial power held little sway over them. Using such an arrogant title would only invite ridicule. Although these ladies disliked martial arts, a Martial King would still earn their respect and recognition—this was the tragedy of imperial power on this continent. "Emperor" was an emperor among ordinary people, a contractual scepter that forbade all martial artists from killing ordinary people, requiring the consent and permission of all martial artists. The first emperor established his country with the support of dozens of martial ancestors, supposedly through the guidance of a goddess. Imperial power rules a country, but it cannot control the martial arts world within it. Therefore, being the leader of a martial arts alliance is more satisfying than being the emperor of a nation. This weakening of imperial power greatly displeases Li Feiyu. However, he knows from his family's secret history that imperial power is not so simple. Many martial arts masters aspire to be emperor, and one day he will rule the world as emperor, firmly controlling all martial arts forces in his own hands.

Yan Zhihua and the many young ladies in the building blushed slightly upon hearing this. Privately, they had commented on portraits of "King Qitian Li Feiyu" as the most charming man, and had only summoned him through Yan Shishi to witness his charisma.

"Young Prince, have you studied martial arts?" Among them, Monroe, dressed in a pale yellow robe, looked at him shyly. Her hands were slender and jade-like, her body full-figured, with an oval face, large eyes, and watery pupils with a hint of blue. Her eyelashes were curved, and her golden hair reached her waist. Her beauty could easily rival that of the maids beside him. Looking at her reminded Li Feiyu of the famous Hollywood star Marilyn Monroe—similar blonde hair, similar features.

Blonde hair wasn't unusual; he'd seen red, purple, and blue hair. This was mainly due to the martial arts attributes inherited from the previous generation's training. Generally speaking, changing hair color required at least becoming a Martial Saint, and if passed on to the next generation, at least reaching the Martial Spirit level. It was clear that this girl in the pale yellow robe came from a wealthy family. Of course, many ordinary people, for their own safety, bought inexpensive potions from pharmacies to dye their hair other colors. Most people on the street had dyed hair; the color faded easily with washing, and a careful eye could spot it.

Perhaps it was because they all had the same blonde hair, but Li Feiyu felt a great liking for her. Waving his painted fan, Li Feiyu smiled slightly and said, "Fancy moves, better left unsaid!"

His nonchalant tone made the women disbelieve him. While they couldn't say they were in love with him, they certainly had a strong liking for him. Looking at him, they felt a little embarrassed. Yan Zhi stepped forward, looking at Li Feiyu, her voice sweet and her smile radiant, "We invited Your Highness here today mainly because a few of our sisters want to meet you. If Your Highness were to perform some talent, perhaps you could captivate them completely! Hehe..."

Li Feiyu also smiled slightly and said, "If you could perform some songs or dances, I could really sing a couple!" Looking at the many innocent and lively girls, his heart also felt lighter.

Another young woman, Zhixin, who appeared to be around twenty-two, smiled sweetly, exuding an intellectual beauty. She said, "If you want us to dance, Your Highness must first win our hearts." Zhixin was considered quite tall among the women, with beautiful legs. Although her legs were obscured by her gauze skirt, Li Feiyu guessed that she must be a beauty with stunning legs. She had a graceful figure, a round bottom, and a shy, enigmatic gaze. With her delicate features and charming smile, she was as beautiful as Yan Zhihua, only slightly less so than the stunningly beautiful Li Xiyu and the other women.

Looking at Zhixin, Li Feiyu suddenly recalled a few lines of poetry and softly recited them: "The woman by the wine shop is like the moon, her fair wrists like frost and snow. Her head is delicate, her eyebrows arched, her smile enchanting. Fragrant mist dampens her cloud-like hair, the moonlight chills her jade-like arms, the hot spring water smooths her smooth skin. Her eyes are like autumn water, her ten fingers like spring onions..." He was indeed looking at her with admiration, but a trace of vicissitude was hidden in his eyes. Whether it was her figure or her appearance, she looked too much like "Xiaoxue," the girl he had kidnapped in his previous life. He wondered if she was well? Or had she married someone else? Although he had entered this era, he could not forget those scenes from the past. Although he was a playboy, he could not forget those girls who were infatuated with him.

Among these women, Zhixin was considered exceptionally beautiful. Seeing Li Feiyu's praise, the women giggled and teased. One woman asked Zhixin, "Sister Zhixin, is the young prince satisfied with your praise? I wonder if this counts as passing the test?"

Zhixin blushed slightly at his praise, looking at him with a coy smile. Amidst his praise, she smiled sweetly and said, "Sisters, let's dance the 'Jade Fan' we rehearsed a few days ago. Let's see if the dignified Prince Qitian can compose a melody!" With that, the women joined in the dance.

Their movements were graceful and beautiful, their soft eyes fixed on Li Feiyu with anticipation. To compose a melody after observing a dance would be quite difficult on Earth, but on this continent, for those who cultivate the Dao through the zither, it was a fundamental skill. They hoped Li Feiyu could compose a piece that would move their hearts.

Cao Yingying smiled slightly, her beautiful face showing anticipation as she looked at Li Feiyu, waiting to see his performance. The little princess's stunning beauty was

masked by a strange smile, waiting for him to embarrass himself. She knew he could sing some songs, but he had never learned the five-stringed zither, let alone composed on the spot. Li Feiyu smiled slightly, watching the women's exquisite dance. All his romantic thoughts subsided, and he plucked the strings of his zither, producing beautiful melodies that harmonized with their graceful movements. He handled these basic tests well. It seemed the rumors about the literary and martial arts competitions were true; these young ladies all chose their husbands in this way, whether literary or martial. But his was different. Which of these women had taken a liking to him? 03-24

Chapter 139: The Elegant Boat (Part 5)

The autumn wind was gentle, petals fluttered, and the vast lake, Cuiwei Residence, was like a large, smooth mirror, shimmering with golden light under the setting sun. The spacious lake shimmered, boats shuttled back and forth, and laughter echoed from the vessels, creating a lively atmosphere.

Amidst the fluttering petals, three stunningly beautiful women, their faces veiled, stood on the lakeside, gazing curiously at the pleasure boat where Li Feiyu was.

"Is Yingying really with that man?" asked the woman in the middle, dressed in a black, flowing silk dress. Although Qin Nishang was veiled, she couldn't conceal her soft, captivating eyes, her elegant demeanor tinged with a touch of allure.

The Third Princess chuckled, her slender fingers brushing aside the long strands of hair that fluttered before her eyes. Her voice was as clear as spring water as she said, "That's my cousin Feiyu. I never imagined he'd be so captivating to Yingying the moment he woke up!" Her white gauze dress billowed in the wind, making her appear graceful and ethereal, like a fairy gliding on the water.

Another young woman, carrying a blue, transparent sword and dressed in a white gauze dress, stood quietly to the side, saying nothing, only a faint smile on her face. As one of the four pearls of the capital, Lu Bingji rarely spoke and was known as the "Ice Beauty," but in reality, she wasn't cold at all and cared deeply for her friends.

Qin Nishang looked at the Third Princess Li Yuhe and laughed, "Your cousin has stolen your sister-in-law away! Isn't your brother furious?"

The Third Princess Li Yuhe laughed dismissively, "She was older than me when she became my sister-in-law, and now she's my cousin's wife. Isn't that good? She's still younger than me, hehe..." As she spoke, a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes as she thought of her brother, Li Luoyun. She, the Third Prince Li Luoyun, and the First Prince Li Zhengming were all born of the same mother, Consort Li, Luo Xiuer. The Third Prince was originally her brother, but thinking of his true nature, she couldn't hide her disgust. Seeing her good friend Cao Yingying find her happiness filled her with genuine joy.

Three stunningly beautiful women standing by the lake were a striking sight, attracting the attention of many so-called "talented men." However, before they could even approach, they were intimidated by Lu Bingji's icy aura. Those who were about to strike up a conversation clearly saw the blue sword on Lu Bingji's back tremble, an invisible sword aura emanating from it, its imminent appearance making them dare not harbor any improper thoughts.

Inside the painted boat, Li Feiyu, already quite drunk, was frolicking with the women. He had drunk an unknown amount, having been deliberately toasted by each woman. When he finally collapsed drunk on the table, the other young ladies, also slightly tipsy and with flushed faces, laughed as they looked at the drunken Li Feiyu. Besides Li Feiyu, Cao Yingying and the little princess were also drunk and slumped on the table. Under the flattery and praise of the other women, they couldn't refuse to drink each time. Although the wine was very weak, neither of them had ever drunk so much before; they usually drank sweet flower wine. Even the mischievous little princess, Li Mengxin, felt her IQ drop somewhat in front of her lover as so many beautiful women praised her and Li Feiyu, and she became completely drunk and collapsed on the table.

Yan Zhihua's beautiful, smooth face was flushed like a blooming pink flower. Looking at Li Feiyu, she said coquettishly to her sisters, "You all! Look how drunk he is! What are we going to do?"

The women exchanged glances, stunned. They had only thought it was fun, each toasting him, but in their short time together, they had developed a slight affection for him. Thinking about how much wine he had drunk, they felt a pang of regret. Even those martial artists would find it difficult to drink that much, let alone someone who seemed to lack martial arts skills. None of the women present, who were skilled in martial arts, detected any fluctuations in his internal energy. Even Menglu, whose martial arts were the highest, had reached the level of a pre-natal martial artist due to her family's genetics. She could sense anything below the Martial Spirit level, and at such a young age, it was impossible for him to have surpassed that level. Therefore, they were certain he hadn't yet become a martial artist. Only martial artists cultivate internal energy; those below that level only know combat techniques.

"Why don't we take him upstairs to rest?" a young woman suggested, standing up.

The women blushed. There were no extra guest rooms; they were all staying there. How could they allow a strange man to lie on their beds?

Seeing the women's shyness and reluctance, Menglu stepped forward and said, "Just take him to my room!" Although she loved poetry and literature, she was still a chivalrous woman of the martial world and didn't share their deep reservations.

Yan Zhihua giggled and said, "Look at how lovesick you all are! Menglu beat you to it! Let her take him to her room!"

The girls, though shy, were somewhat unwilling to give up, but their embarrassment prevented them from protesting. They helped Li Feiyu, still slightly drunk, towards Menglu's room.

Supporting him, inhaling his powerful masculine scent, they felt weak all over.

Li Feiyu, smelling the delicate fragrance of the girls beside him, leaned against their soft bodies, his manhood immediately hardening. A wicked smile played on his lips; he wondered who would come knocking next.

The girls, panting, carried him to the soft silk bed, gazing at his handsome face with infatuation. In truth, women's infatuation with men and men's infatuation with women are the same thing; Li Feiyu's handsome face and noble, elegant demeanor captivated these girls who rarely left their homes.

They finally left reluctantly, while Menglu brought in a basin of water.

Seeing Li Feiyu lying on her bed, Menglu's face flushed slightly. Looking at his handsome face, she saw only him.

Her golden hair cascaded down to her hips, her figure incredibly sexy, almost rivaling Leng Youyou's. Her hot red lips breathed sweetly, her high breasts heaved, and her beautiful face was rosy. Looking at Li Feiyu, she twisted a towel in her hand to wipe his forehead. In her daze, her hand even caressed his handsome face. She had vowed to find a husband skilled in both literature and martial arts, but facing Li Feiyu, she had to admit she was already infatuated.

Suddenly, Li Feiyu smiled wickedly, grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. The wooden basin of water was overturned on the floor.

Chapter 140 Romantic Boat Trip (Part 6)

At this moment, Li Feiyu suddenly smiled wickedly, grabbed her delicate hand, pulled her close, and held her entire body in his arms. He flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, causing the wooden basin filled with water to overturn and spill all the water onto the ground with a crash.

"What was that sound? Is Menglu alright?" Several girls gathered in the next room, one of whom asked.

"Hehe...maybe she was so infatuated with the young prince that she accidentally knocked something over!" another girl giggled.

They were playfully bickering, and hearing the commotion next door, they didn't disturb them, completely unaware that Li Feiyu was currently pinning Menglu down.

"No!" Menglu snapped back to reality, breathing heavily, resisting by pushing her delicate hands against his chest.

Li Feiyu's massive member pressed against her crotch through their clothes, his hands groping her soft waist, making her heart pound. Seeing her panicked eyes, Li Feiyu couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her slightly warm lips. Her lips were soft and comfortable to kiss. He extended his tongue into her fragrant mouth, but she clenched her teeth tightly, preventing him from breaching her defenses.

Li Feiyu didn't choose to force his way in. He released her lips, looking at the sensual object in his arms. Her pupils were clear and deep blue, with a hint of mystery that drew him in unconsciously. Her cherry-like lips were somewhat full, adding a touch of fiery passion. Her slightly pointed chin was a typical oval face, and her skin was very smooth, making her look like a mixed-race person. Looking down, he could see half of her round and plump breasts through the neckline of her gauze dress. With her rapid breathing, they heaved violently, pressing against his chest through her clothes, soft and elastic. In his arms, she struggled slightly, but without any overly aggressive movements. Her beautiful eyes gazed at Li Feiyu's handsome face, meeting his fiery gaze, a hint of shyness and inexplicable emotion flashing across her face.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Feiyu passionately kissed the beautiful woman in his arms, kissing her face, her bright eyes, and her delicate nose with fervent passion. His hands caressed her plump buttocks and cheeks, kneading them vigorously. Under his assault, Miss Monroe closed her eyes, panting and moaning softly with her mouth slightly open. His kisses returned to her warm, red lips, exploring them with his tongue. His tongue pried open her slightly loose teeth, teasing her timid, soft tongue as it swirled freely.

Releasing her lips, and looking into her slightly dazed eyes, Li Feiyu gazed at her tenderly and said, "Be my woman, okay?"

Hearing his question, Menglu looked at him, her delicate hands hesitant, and shyly nodded, burying her face in his arms.

Receiving her answer, Li Feiyu was delighted. He held her soft body nestled in his arms, laid her flat, sat at her feet, and took her small, exquisite feet, kneading them on his lap. Her alluring legs…

He wanted to properly admire this beautiful mixed-race woman's delicate body, gentle and beautiful yet as sexy as Marilyn Monroe, a blend of Eastern classical beauty and Western nudity. Now that he had her permission, he was no longer in a hurry to possess her. He saw two beautiful white jade legs emerge from under her gauze skirt. After removing her thin stockings, he saw her beautiful and delicate feet, smooth and rounded ankles, and even her toes were neat and beautiful. Her insteps were as smooth as silk and satin, and her five white jade-like toes resembled a row of small bird heads, or closely packed tender white garlic cloves, closely and neatly intertwined. As if aware of the disrespect their owner was receiving, the fragrant toes quivered slightly. These were definitely a pair of beautiful feet. The three-inch golden lotuses were placed before him, giving him an urge to put them in his mouth.

Li Feiyu held one of her plump, smooth, tender feet in his hands, caressing it like an appraiser, and inhaling its fragrance repeatedly, praising, "So delicate and smooth, so soft and boneless, like orchids and musk, so beautiful and fragrant!"

His frivolous words made Menglu blush slightly, and her little feet couldn't help but tuck themselves under her skirt, but Li Feiyu held them firmly in his hands. Her face turned red, and she said, "No..."

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly, looking at her beautiful lotus feet, gently stroking and kissing the smooth instep and each toe. The fragrance of lotus, like orchids and musk, stimulated his Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear to quickly stand up, making his pants into a large tent.

Li Feiyu's touch made Menglu feel extremely comfortable. Her eyes were watery and somewhat hazy as she stared at Li Feiyu's charmingly handsome face. With her lips slightly parted, the beautiful young woman couldn't help but let out a moan. Her face turned as red as a rock, and she suppressed the trembling in her heart, seemingly trying to hide her excitement. However, the rise and fall of her chest and the seepage from the cleft of her underwear showed that she was also aroused. Smelling his powerful scent, a fire was rapidly rising from the depths of her restless heart.

Li Feiyu once again lifted the beautiful young girl Menglu's rounded legs, tightly enveloping her white jade-like toes in his mouth, licking and kissing them wetly. He didn't miss a single inch of her snow-white, elastic, and smooth skin, from bottom to top. At the same time, his hands wantonly caressed, stroked, and rubbed her beautifully rounded legs, from her toes, ankles, calves to the inside. The thin sweat on her beautiful legs exuded the unique fragrance of a beautiful young girl, so he licked them with his tongue, smelled them with his nose, and touched and kneaded each of her small parts with great care and tenderness. He hadn't wantonly played with a young girl's snow-white flesh and body like this for a long time. Coming to this continent, his lust was strong, far less patient than in his previous life. With his woman, his lower body swelled up and he couldn't bear it. After only a few foreplays, he couldn't wait to thrust his big rod inside. So today, he decided to have a good time. All the beauties on this boat would be his prey.

The kiss sent waves of tingling, itchy sensations through Menglu's body, spreading throughout her entire being. Her already soaked lips were now overflowing with nectar, and the subtle physical reactions caused the beautiful girl to lose herself in wanton moans and cries: "Mmm...uh...ah..." Her moans made her feel ashamed, and she covered her pretty face with her hands, unable to face him. Thus, her lower body was at Li Feiyu's mercy. Perhaps she didn't know why she was willing to completely offer herself to him on their first meeting.

Her two rounded breasts were completely exposed under her gauze skirt, the thin gauze panties covering her private parts, vulva, and plump buttocks. The panties were already soaked. Her labia were much more prominent than most women's, indicating that this woman's desire was perhaps very strong; otherwise, she wouldn't have given herself to him so easily with Li Feiyu's slightest touch.

Li Feiyu buried his head under her skirt, smelling her pubic area through her panties. The nectar seeping out carried a grassy, fishy scent. He buried his face in her swollen labia, kissing and licking. The tingling sensation made Menglu writhe restlessly, but she parted her two white, jade-like legs, allowing him to lick her private parts.

Although her panties were made of high-quality silk, soft and smooth, they could not compare to her fair skin. Li Feiyu groped and pulled down her panties, rolling them below her knees. Her wet, dark pubic area resembled a thicket of fragrant grass, glistening with dewdrops. He could vaguely see a pink stream flowing from the dark thicket, slowly seeping from the pink crevice. The smooth, delicate inner side was already soaked and sticky. Li Feiyu found her panties a bit of a nuisance and tore them off. She lifted them up willingly, allowing the panties to easily leave her lower body. How could he resist seeing such a beautiful sight between her legs? His head burrowed in, his rough tongue parting her thick pubic hair, his mouth taking her already wet lips into his mouth. He casually lifted her gauze skirt, embracing her snow-white, plump buttocks…

—————————————————— Copy and paste part, next is another group sex scene.

At this moment, Li Feiyu suddenly smiled wickedly, grabbed her jade hand, pulled her up, and held her entire delicate body in his arms. He flipped her over and pressed her down, the wooden basin of water was knocked over, and the water spilled all over the ground with a crash.

“What was that sound? Is Menglu alright?” Several girls gathered in the next room, one of them asking.

“Hehe… she probably saw the little prince and was so infatuated that she accidentally knocked something over!” another girl giggled.

They were playing around and didn’t disturb the noise next door, completely unexpected that Li Feiyu would be pressing Menglu down at this moment.

“No!” Menglu came to her senses, breathing rapidly, resisting with her jade hands against his chest.

Li Feiyu's massive member pressed against her crotch through their clothes, his hands groping her soft waist, making her heart pound. Seeing her panicked eyes, Li Feiyu couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her slightly warm lips. Her lips were soft and comfortable to kiss. He extended his tongue into her fragrant mouth, but she clenched her teeth tightly, preventing him from crossing her defenses.

Li Feiyu didn't choose to force his way in. He released her lips, looking at the sensual object in his arms. Her pupils were clear and deep blue, with a hint of mystery that drew him in unconsciously. Her cherry-like lips were somewhat full, adding a touch of fiery passion. Her slightly pointed chin was a typical oval face, and her skin was very smooth, making her look like a mixed-race person. Looking down, he could see half of her round and plump breasts through the neckline of her gauze dress. With her rapid breathing, they heaved violently, pressing against his chest through her clothes, soft and elastic. In his arms, she struggled slightly, but without any overly aggressive movements. Her beautiful eyes gazed at Li Feiyu's handsome face, meeting his fiery gaze, a hint of shyness and inexplicable emotion flashing across her face.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Feiyu passionately kissed the beautiful woman in his arms, kissing her face, her bright eyes, and her delicate nose with fervent passion. His hands caressed her plump buttocks and cheeks, kneading them vigorously. Under his assault, Miss Monroe closed her eyes, panting and moaning softly with her mouth slightly open. His kisses returned to her warm, red lips, exploring them with his tongue. His tongue pried open her slightly loose teeth, teasing her timid, soft tongue as it swirled freely.

Releasing her lips, and looking into her slightly dazed eyes, Li Feiyu gazed at her tenderly and said, "Be my woman, okay?"

Hearing his question, Menglu looked at him, her delicate hands hesitant, and shyly nodded, burying her face in his arms.

Receiving her answer, Li Feiyu was delighted. He held her soft body nestled in his arms, laid her flat, sat at her feet, and took her small, exquisite feet, kneading them on his lap. Her alluring legs…

He wanted to properly admire this beautiful mixed-race woman's delicate body, gentle and beautiful yet as sexy as Marilyn Monroe, a blend of Eastern classical beauty and Western nudity. Now that he had her permission, he was no longer in a hurry to possess her. He saw two beautiful white jade legs emerge from under her gauze skirt. After removing her thin stockings, he saw her beautiful and delicate feet, smooth and rounded ankles, and even her toes were neat and beautiful. Her insteps were as smooth as silk and satin, and her five white jade-like toes resembled a row of small bird heads, or closely packed tender white garlic cloves, closely and neatly intertwined. As if aware of the disrespect their owner was receiving, the fragrant toes quivered slightly. These were definitely a pair of beautiful feet. The three-inch golden lotuses were placed before him, giving him an urge to put them in his mouth.

Li Feiyu held one of her plump, smooth, tender feet in his hands, caressing it like an appraiser, and inhaling its fragrance repeatedly, praising, "So delicate and smooth, so soft and boneless, like orchids and musk, so beautiful and fragrant!"

His frivolous words made Menglu blush slightly, and her little feet couldn't help but tuck themselves under her skirt, but Li Feiyu held them firmly in his hands. Her face turned red, and she said, "No..."

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly, looking at her beautiful lotus feet, gently stroking and kissing the smooth instep and each toe. The fragrance of lotus, like orchids and musk, stimulated his Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear to quickly stand up, making his pants into a large tent.

Li Feiyu's touch made Menglu feel extremely comfortable. Her eyes were watery and somewhat hazy as she stared at Li Feiyu's charmingly handsome face. With her lips slightly parted, the beautiful young woman couldn't help but let out a moan. Her face turned as red as a rock, and she suppressed the trembling in her heart, seemingly trying to hide her excitement. However, the rise and fall of her chest and the seepage from the cleft of her underwear showed that she was also aroused. Smelling his powerful scent, a fire was rapidly rising from the depths of her restless heart.

Li Feiyu once again lifted the beautiful young girl Menglu's rounded legs, tightly enveloping her white jade-like toes in his mouth, licking and kissing them wetly. He didn't miss a single inch of her snow-white, elastic, and smooth skin, from bottom to top. At the same time, his hands wantonly caressed, stroked, and rubbed her beautifully rounded legs, from her toes, ankles, calves to the inside. The thin sweat on her beautiful legs exuded the unique fragrance of a beautiful young girl, so he licked them with his tongue, smelled them with his nose, and touched and kneaded each of her small parts with great care and tenderness. He hadn't wantonly played with a young girl's snow-white flesh and body like this for a long time. Coming to this continent, his lust was strong, far less patient than in his previous life. With his woman, his lower body swelled up and he couldn't bear it. After only a few foreplays, he couldn't wait to thrust his big rod inside. So today, he decided to have a good time. All the beauties on this boat would be his prey.

The kiss sent waves of tingling, itchy sensations through Menglu's body, spreading throughout her entire being. Her already soaked lips were now overflowing with nectar, and the subtle physical reactions caused the beautiful girl to lose herself in wanton moans and cries: "Mmm...uh...ah..." Her moans made her feel ashamed, and she covered her pretty face with her hands, unable to face him. Thus, her lower body was at Li Feiyu's mercy. Perhaps she didn't know why she was willing to completely offer herself to him on their first meeting.

Her two rounded breasts were completely exposed under her gauze skirt, the thin gauze panties covering her private parts, vulva, and plump buttocks. The panties were already soaked. Her labia were much more prominent than most women's, indicating that this woman's desire was perhaps very strong; otherwise, she wouldn't have given herself to him so easily with Li Feiyu's slightest touch.

Li Feiyu buried his head under her skirt, smelling her pubic area through her panties. The nectar seeping out carried a grassy, fishy scent. He buried his face in her swollen labia, kissing and licking. The tingling sensation made Menglu writhe restlessly, but she parted her two white, jade-like legs, allowing him to lick her private parts.

Although her panties were made of high-quality silk, soft and smooth, they could not compare to her fair skin. Li Feiyu groped and pulled down her panties, rolling them below her knees. Her wet, dark pubic area resembled a thicket of fragrant grass, glistening with dewdrops. He could vaguely see a pink stream flowing from the dark thicket, slowly seeping from the pink crevice. The smooth, delicate inner side was already soaked and sticky. Li Feiyu found her panties a bit of a nuisance and tore them off. She lifted them up willingly, allowing the panties to easily leave her lower body. How could he resist seeing such a beautiful sight between her legs? His head burrowed in, his rough tongue parted her thick pubic hair, and he opened his mouth to take her already moist lips in. He casually lifted her gauze skirt and held her snow-white, plump buttocks.

Chapter 141: The Romantic Boat Trip (Part 7) The

painted boats shuttled on the lake, a scene of singing and dancing. It was already noon, and the talented men who came and went did not forget to compose poems, play the zither, and paint even while eating, exuding an elegant and noble atmosphere. However, most of them were just pretending to be cultured, naturally hoping to win the favor of some young lady and get to marry a beauty. Among these pleasure boats, perhaps the one Li Feiyu had arrived on, along with the boats of Yinwen Pavilion and Hanlin Academy, were the most luxurious and eye-catching. However, the most captivating boat was the one Li Feiyu was currently on. The reason was simple: two days prior, some scholars who had also arrived early had noticed that this boat was inhabited by beautiful young ladies. While they couldn't compare to the Four Pearls of the Capital or the Four Fairies of the Empire, each was still stunningly beautiful, and some were only slightly less beautiful than the Four Fairies.

The scholars concealed their predatory gazes, playing music and reciting poetry, displaying their talents. On their own boat, they passionately recited what they considered to be beautiful poems, occasionally glancing at the elegant pleasure boat filled with young ladies, hoping one of the innocent girls would notice their performance. They didn't expect their affection; even a smile from them would be enough. Their hopes were destined to be dashed, for a man was hiding on the pleasure boat they gazed upon. Even those talented men who had seen Li Feiyu board the boat would never have imagined that Li Feiyu was already pressing a passionate young woman beneath him, indulging in unrestrained lovemaking.

On the second floor of the pleasure boat, rapid breathing, intoxicating moans, and the sounds of flesh colliding emanated from the rooms, the sounds weaving together to form a beautiful symphony. The intense heat and passionate embrace left Li Feiyu and Menglu drenched in sweat, their bodies slick with moisture, their lovemaking leaving traces of their fluids everywhere, from the floor to the table. The four women peeking from the doorway, watching their passionate embrace, also felt their breathing quicken and their faces flush.

Because the ladies on the pleasure boat had drunk some wine at noon, most of them had returned to their rooms for a midday rest, but some had not. Because of the intense battle between the two, the sounds, despite Li Feiyu's deliberate assault, were not concealed and emanated from the room. The four sullen and horny young ladies, who were deeply infatuated with Li Feiyu, finally couldn't resist making a hole in the paper window and secretly watching the erotic scene.

They had only ever seen pictures in art books, never before witnessing such a scene. Their faces flushed red, and though somewhat shy, they did not leave. Inside the room, Li Feiyu had Menglu wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping her buttocks. He thrust in and out, tossing her body up and down. This vigorous movement allowed the peeping women a clear view of his "Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear," their watery eyes fixed on the point where the two were joined.

Li Feiyu had already noticed the four people outside the door. With a wicked smile, he thrust his "Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear" even more violently, his penis tightly enveloped by the folds of her vagina. With each thrust, Menglu felt as if her uterus was being pounded by his thick, long "Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear," and she couldn't help but moan, "Ahhh!" Sweat beaded on her nose and cleavage. After tossing and turning for over ten minutes, Monroe tightly embraced his neck, letting out a long sigh, pressing her forehead against his face. Her two snow-white buttocks, wrapped around his waist, arched upwards, her plump buttocks trembling. From deep within her womb, a surge of hot vaginal fluid gushed out, drenching the head of his penis, which was still tightly inserted into her vagina. The warm sensation felt incredibly pleasurable to Li Feiyu. She had reached orgasm, but Li Feiyu's penis remained erect, painfully hard. Sometimes, a man being too strong isn't a good thing. Seeing her body, somewhat exhausted after reaching five or six orgasms, Li Feiyu laid her down on the bed, withdrawing his massive member from her vagina with a soft pop. Monroe's vagina was already somewhat red and swollen, and the unclosed opening continued to ooze copious amounts of mixed fluid, flowing down her inner side.

His enormous member, over twenty centimeters long, was glistening with flower fluid, a reddish-purple hue, with bulging veins and uneven surfaces, making it look quite ferocious. Two large, fleshy bands dangled from below, swaying gently, completely hairless, like a steel spear, its tip pointing straight towards the doorway.

The four girls at the doorway suddenly gasped for breath, their bodies heaving, almost unable to stand. Facing this steel spear, although they felt a certain desire, they were still girls, their faces flushed red with shame for their lack of decency. They exchanged glances and prepared to sneak away.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly and said, "You've been watching for so long, come in!" With that, a whooshing sound filled his palm as he gathered a ball of Heavenly Wave True Energy. Under his control, the energy shot out from his palm with a crackling sound, the swirling force opening the door and pulling the girls inside.

"Oh!" the girls exclaimed, their bodies swaying. In the blink of an eye, they were disheveled and lying on the bed, pressed against Menglu.

The girls looked at Li Feiyu shyly, only now realizing his formidable martial arts skills. Although they liked him, they weren't eager to offer themselves immediately, fearing he might force himself on them. They looked at him pitifully.

Looking at the several pitiful and beautiful girls before him, Li Feiyu's monstrous member twitched upwards again. He reached out and lifted one of the girls' smooth chins, asking, "Xin Yao, are you enjoying this?" While this girl wasn't top-tier in looks, she was still a top-class school beauty, on par with his ten maids. Taking her wouldn't be beneath his status.

Xin Yao hadn't expected him to remember her name; her face flushed crimson. She looked at him pitifully, tears welling in her eyes, desperately hoping he would let her go.

Li Feiyu looked at the four somewhat uneasy young ladies on the bed, a wicked smile on his face, and said, "Do you like me?"

Looking at his charmingly handsome face, the four girls' hearts pounded. They nervously clutched their skirts, lowering their eyes, unable to look at him.

Coming back to her senses from the climax, Menglu chuckled and looked at the four girls, saying, "After all this, are you planning to go with someone else? I don't know who said before that they'd only date a charming man like Qi Tianwang, even if they had to pay him, why are you shy now?" As she spoke, she looked at two of the girls with a half-smile.

Qiu Shan, who was being looked at by Menglu with a half-smile, blushed and secretly blamed herself for saying such a thing. Looking at Menglu's delicate body, she said coquettishly, "Who's like you..." She didn't finish her sentence because she realized that Li Feiyu's gaze had moved from Xin Yao to her. That burning gaze was like a physical version of reality, and she felt as if an electric current was running through her body. She let out a soft moan and lowered her head.

A hint of smugness flashed in Li Feiyu's eyes. He reached out and embraced Xin Yao and Qiu Shan, their bodies warm and soft. Looking at them tenderly, he said, "Will you both be my women?"

Even though they were more than willing, they dared not agree under his question. Nian Lei, another girl infatuated with Li Feiyu, was only fifteen years old and easily deceived by a man's handsome appearance. Her face flushed as she looked at Li Feiyu, her small hands clenched tightly, a hint of jealousy in her voice. "But you have so many women, will you really marry us?"

she asked. He smiled faintly. Although her question was silly and naive, it revealed the most sincere heart of a young girl. Although they were now his prey, he couldn't bear to hurt them. What harm would it do to marry them? He gazed tenderly into her beautiful eyes and said, "I will!" After saying that, he didn't want to say anything more. His lower body was erect and a little painful. He lowered his head and kissed Xin Yao's cherry lips in his arms, while his other hand slipped under Qiu Shan's skirt, only to find that Qiu Shan's undergarments were already in serious trouble...

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Painted boats shuttled on the lake, and there was singing and dancing. It was already noon. The talented men who came and went did not forget to compose poems, play the zither and paint while eating, exuding an elegant and noble atmosphere. However, most of them were just pretending to be cultured, naturally hoping to win the favor of some young lady and win the heart of a beauty. Among these pleasure boats, perhaps the one Li Feiyu had arrived on, along with the boats of Yinwen Pavilion and Hanlin Academy, were the most luxurious and eye-catching. However, the most captivating boat was the one Li Feiyu was currently on. The reason was simple: two days prior, some scholars who had also arrived early had noticed that this boat was inhabited by beautiful young ladies. While they couldn't compare to the Four Pearls of the Capital or the Four Fairies of the Empire, each was still stunningly beautiful, and some were only slightly less beautiful than the Four Fairies.

The scholars concealed their predatory gazes, playing music and reciting poetry, displaying their talents. On their own boat, they passionately recited what they considered to be beautiful poems, occasionally glancing at the elegant pleasure boat filled with young ladies, hoping one of the innocent girls would notice their performance. They didn't expect their affection; even a smile from them would be enough. Their hopes were destined to be dashed, for a man was hiding on the pleasure boat they were gazing at. Even those talented men who had seen Li Feiyu board the boat would never have imagined that Li Feiyu was already pressing a passionate young woman beneath him, indulging in wanton love and tenderness. Li Feiyu had long since noticed the four men outside the door. With a wicked smile, he thrust his Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear even more violently. Her flower-like folds were tightly enveloped by his spear. With each thrust, Menglu felt as if her uterus was being shattered by his thick, long Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear. She couldn't help but groan, "Ahhh!" Sweat beading on her nose and cleavage. After tossing and turning for over ten minutes, Monroe tightly embraced his neck, letting out a long sigh, pressing her forehead against his face. Her two snow-white buttocks, wrapped around his waist, arched upwards, her plump buttocks trembling. From deep within her womb, a surge of hot vaginal fluid gushed forth, drenching the glans penis still tightly inserted into her vagina. The warm sensation felt incredibly pleasurable to Li Feiyu.

On the second floor of the climax-themed pleasure boat, rapid breathing, intoxicating moans, and the sounds of flesh colliding echoed from the rooms, weaving together to create a beautiful symphony. The intense heat and passionate embrace left Li Feiyu and Monroe drenched in sweat, practically bathing in a blissful trance. They fought on the floor, then on the table, leaving traces of their fluids everywhere. Their fiery passion caused the four women peeking through the door to breathe rapidly, their faces flushed.

Because the ladies on the pleasure boat had drunk some wine at noon, most of them returned to their rooms for a midday rest, but some did not. Due to the intense lovemaking between the two, the sounds, despite Li Feiyu's deliberate thrusting, could not be concealed and escaped from the room. Four repressed and lustful ladies, who were deeply infatuated with Li Feiyu, finally couldn't resist and punched a hole in the paper window to secretly watch the erotic scene.

They had seen pictures in books before, but had never witnessed such a sight. They all blushed, and although somewhat shy, they did not leave. Inside the room, Li Feiyu had Menglu wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping her buttocks, thrusting in and out as he moved, tossing her body up and down. This vigorous movement allowed the peeping women a clear view of his "Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear," their watery eyes fixed on the point where the two were joined.

Li Feiyu had already spotted the four people outside the door. With a wicked smile, he thrust his Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear even more violently. His penis was tightly enveloped by the folds of her flower path. With each thrust, Menglu felt as if her uterus was being shattered by his thick, long Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear, and she couldn't help but groan, "Ahhh!" Sweat beaded on her nose and cleavage. After this thrusting continued for over ten minutes, Menglu tightly embraced his neck, letting out a long sigh, pressing her forehead against his face. Her two snow-white buttocks, wrapped around his waist, arched upwards, her plump buttocks trembling. From deep within her womb, a surge of hot vaginal fluid gushed out, drenching the glans penis still tightly inserted into her flower path. The warm sensation felt incredibly pleasurable to Li Feiyu. Li Feiyu had already spotted the four people outside the door. With a wicked smile, he thrust his Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear even more violently. It was tightly enveloped by the folds of her flower path. With each thrust, Menglu felt as if her uterus was being shattered by his thick, long Purple Lightning Dragon King Spear, and she couldn't help but moan, "Ahhh!" Sweat beaded on her nose and cleavage. This continued for over ten minutes. Menglu tightly hugged his neck, letting out a long sigh of "Ah!" as she reached her climax. But Li Feiyu's penis remained erect, painfully hard. Sometimes, a man being too strong isn't a good thing. Seeing her body, somewhat exhausted after reaching five or six climaxes, Li Feiyu laid her down on the bed, withdrawing his massive member from her flower path with a soft pop. Menglu's flower path was already somewhat red and swollen, and the unclosed circle continuously oozed a large amount of mixed fluid, flowing down her inner side.

His enormous member, over twenty centimeters long, was glistening with flower fluid, a reddish-purple hue, with bulging veins and uneven surfaces, making it look quite ferocious. Two large, fleshy bands dangled from below, swaying gently, completely hairless, like a steel spear, its tip pointing straight towards the doorway.

The four girls at the doorway suddenly gasped for breath, their bodies heaving, almost unable to stand. Facing this steel spear, although they felt a certain desire, they were still girls, their faces flushed red with shame for their lack of decency. They exchanged glances and prepared to sneak away.

Li Feiyu smiled wickedly and said, "You've been watching for so long, come in!" With that, he gathered a surge of true energy from his body and swung it towards the door, the swirling energy opening the door and pulling the girls inside.

"Ouch!" the girls exclaimed, already sprawled on the bed, pressing down on Menglu.

The girls looked at Li Feiyu shyly, only now realizing his formidable martial arts skills. Although they liked him, they weren't eager to offer themselves immediately, fearing he might force himself on them. They looked at him pitifully.

Looking at the several pitiful and beautiful girls before him, Li Feiyu's monstrous member twitched upwards again. He reached out and lifted one of the girls' smooth chins, asking, "Xin Yao, are you enjoying this?" While this girl wasn't top-tier in looks, she was still a top-class school beauty, on par with his ten maids. Taking her wouldn't be beneath his status.

Xin Yao hadn't expected him to remember her name; her face flushed crimson. She looked at him pitifully, tears welling in her eyes, desperately hoping he would let her go.

Li Feiyu looked at the four somewhat uneasy young ladies on the bed, a wicked smile on his face, and said, "Do you like me?"

Looking at his charmingly handsome face, the four girls' hearts pounded. They nervously clutched their skirts, lowering their eyes, unable to look at him.

Coming back to her senses from the climax, Menglu chuckled and looked at the four girls, saying, "After all this, are you planning to go with someone else? I don't know who said before that they'd only date a charming man like Qi Tianwang, even if they had to pay him, why are you shy now?" As she spoke, she looked at two of the girls with a half-smile.

Qiu Shan, who was being looked at by Menglu with a half-smile, blushed and secretly blamed herself for saying such a thing. Looking at Menglu's delicate body, she said coquettishly, "Who's like you..." She didn't finish her sentence because she realized that Li Feiyu's gaze had moved from Xin Yao to her. That burning gaze was like a physical version of reality, and she felt as if an electric current was running through her body. She let out a soft moan and lowered her head.

A hint of smugness flashed in Li Feiyu's eyes. He reached out and embraced Xin Yao and Qiu Shan, their bodies warm and soft. Looking at them gently, he said, "Will you both be my women?"

Even if they were willing, they dared not agree under his question. Nian Lei, another girl infatuated with Li Feiyu, was only fifteen years old and easily deceived by a man's handsome appearance. Her face flushed as she looked at Li Feiyu, her small hands clenched tightly. She asked with a hint of jealousy, "But you have so many women, will you marry us?"

Li Feiyu smiled faintly. Although her question was silly and naive, it revealed the most sincere heart of a young girl. Although they were now his prey, he couldn't bear to hurt them. What did it matter if he married them? He gazed tenderly into her beautiful eyes and said, "Yes!" After saying that, he didn't want to say anything more. His lower body was erect and a little sore. He lowered his head and kissed Xin Yao's cherry lips. Meanwhile, his other hand slipped under Qiu Shan's skirt and discovered that her underpants were in serious condition.

Chapter 142: The Romantic Boat (Part 8)

Sunlight streamed through the gauze window of the painted boat, illuminating the elegantly furnished boudoir. Inside, several snow-white bodies were entwined, moaning and panting. The large bed swayed, creaking in response to the groans on it. The intoxicating moans and cries heated the air, causing the room temperature to rise sharply. Even someone as strong as Li Feiyu was covered in sweat. His lower body was connected to Qiu Shan's, and he thrust wildly, like a pile driver, pumping in and out with each thrust, making a "slap slap" sound. His body was surrounded by the soft, warm bodies of women. He hadn't used his internal energy and relied entirely on his physical strength, so he was also quite tired, panting and covered in sweat, but he was still enjoying himself. He had already ejaculated three times, and the fire in his heart had subsided slightly. The girls clung to him like octopuses, taking turns, their thick, long, purple-lightning dragon spear soaking in it without stopping.

In the next room, through the hazy curtains, two beautiful young girls lay on the bed. The creaking sounds from the next room drifted over, their occasional moans arousing them; their underpants were completely soaked. "Cousin

, they've been at it for two hours!" Yan Shishi said shyly, her pretty face flushed, her eyes brimming with desire. Listening to the sounds from the next room, her mind was filled with fantasies of Li Feiyu and their intimate encounters.

Yan Zhihua hadn't expected her best friends to succumb so quickly. Her face also turned red. Having seen some erotic pictures, she could imagine that Li Feiyu must have inserted his penis into them to make those sounds. She assumed Li Feiyu lacked martial arts skills, so she didn't suspect he might have forced them. In reality, Li Feiyu hadn't forced them. Yan Zhihua was even a little surprised; did he have such charm that his proud and arrogant best friends were so eager to offer themselves?

Was doing that kind of thing really that pleasurable? Aside from the initial screams of her friends, all that followed were sounds of blissful pleasure. Yan Zhihua thought shyly, her underpants equally soaked, and in even worse condition than her cousin Yan Shishi. Just then, Qiu Shan let out a joyful moan, her body trembling. That intoxicating cry reached Yan Zhihua's ears in the next room. Yan Zhihua squeezed her beautiful white legs together, her private parts burning and swelling, a surge of urge to urinate welling up—she too had reached orgasm.

Yan Zhi's face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. But the moans and groans from the next room started again. Finally, she couldn't help but ask her cousin Yan Shishi, who was lying next to her, "Cousin, do you think this kind of thing is really that comfortable?"

As a virgin, Yan Shishi, whose mind was still in turmoil when asked this question, immediately trembled and said shyly, "Cousin, how would I know!" But in her heart, she thought, this kind of thing must be very comfortable! Otherwise, why would so many women enjoy it so much!

Yan Zhihua had already anticipated her answer, her mind filled with fantasies of Li Feiyu and the other women entwined. She closed her eyes, imagining herself as the woman Li Feiyu was pressing down on. More and more fluid flowed from her private parts, and even her erections swelled, the pink nipples hardening painfully. She had to touch them, and her own hand sent a jolt of electricity through her, a tingling pleasure. But her own hand couldn't quite capture the sensation. Seeing her cousin beside her, also with that dreamy, yearning look, a good idea came to her. She secretly leaned over her cousin's rather well-endowed breasts, pressing them firmly through her bodice, and kneaded them.

"Ouch!" Yan Shishi snapped out of her daze and looked at Yan Zhihua coquettishly, "You're so annoying! Cousin, what are you doing?"

Yan Zhihua giggled and said, "Cousin, did I feel good when I touched you?"

Yan Shishi said shyly, "No, I didn't!"

Looking at her cousin's rosy face, Yan Zhihua laughed and said, "Then touch me, okay? I felt so good just now!"

Yan Shishi said shyly, "Cousin, how could you have such thoughts?"

Yan Zhihua still couldn't forget the electric feeling she had just experienced, and said to Yan Shishi, "Please, let me try, okay?"

Yan Shishi was too shy to refuse, and actually reached out her jade-like hand to touch her cousin's high breasts. Although she had touched them often in their playful interactions, there was clearly a different element to it in this situation.

"Wait!" Seeing her cousin's puzzled look, Yan Zhihua smiled charmingly and said, "Use a little more force later!" As she said this, she glanced shyly at her cousin and took off her green silk bodice embroidered with peonies, revealing her two full, snowy breasts.

Yan Shishi hadn't expected her cousin to be so completely undressed. Looking at what was in front of her, she smiled shyly and said, "Cousin, you've grown quite a bit!" As she spoke, she grasped her left breast with her jade-like hand and pressed it against the hard, pink nipple. After pressing it, she tried to pull her hand back.

Yan Zhihua's body trembled, feeling a strong electric current surge through her breasts, which felt incredibly comfortable. She quickly grabbed Yan Shishi's withdrawn hand and pressed it to her own, saying with a hint of longing, "Give me a massage!"

Yan Shishi coquettishly replied, "Cousin!" Seeing her cousin's almost intoxicated gaze, and hearing the "creaking" sounds coming from next door, she reluctantly began to massage, like kneading dough. It felt very comfortable, and she felt her own breasts harden under the disturbance of the sounds from next door. A slight pain shot through her. At that moment, Yan Zhihua, understanding her needs, reached into her bodice and grasped her soft, tender breasts, causing her delicate body to tremble. She murmured, "Cousin..."

Before she knew it, the two were entangled. Yan Zhihua untied Yan Shishi's bodice, lay on top of her, and her delicate mouth, like fragrant orchids, held the pink nipples of Yan Shishi's breasts, occasionally extending her soft tongue to lick and suck, giving Yan Shishi a trembling sensation. Yan Shishi reached out her jade-like wrists, closed her eyes, and tightly embraced Yan Zhihua's head. Meanwhile, Yan Zhihua had somehow pulled her soaking wet panties down to her knees. Because she was a head taller than her cousin, she straddled Yan Shishi to suckle her breasts, raising her plump, white buttocks high behind her. Her left hand caressed her breasts, while her right hand reached down to her pubic area, parting her thick black forest and thrusting her fingers in and out of her wet labia.

In the next room, Li Feiyu, after rapidly thrusting dozens of times on another girl named Meixuan, tightly embraced her buttocks and finally ejaculated. The bed was now soaking wet, with no dry spot, and the girls were practically unconscious. He lightly kissed the girl's fair forehead, letting out a sigh of relief. His divine sense immediately locked onto the surrounding scene, discovering Yan Zhihua and her cousin Yan Shishi entwined in passion. His engorged member, which had just subsided, swelled again, and he couldn't help but smile wickedly. He circulated his Heavenly Azure True Qi, causing ripples to spread through the air, and he vanished from the bed, detached from the women's embrace.

Yan Zhihua and Yan Shishi were still entwined, completely absorbed in the sensation, unaware that the battle in the next room had subsided.

Ripples spread through the air, and Li Feiyu suddenly appeared from behind Yan Zhihua. His erect penis was huge, and looking at the two plump, white buttocks that were raised high before him, their illusory lovemaking had reignited his inner fire. Looking at Yan Zhihua's lips, which were constantly dripping with nectar, he touched her plump buttocks, aiming his huge member at her vaginal opening.

Yan Zhihua noticed something was wrong. Her heart turned cold, and she hurriedly opened her eyes. But then a tearing pain shot through her lower body. A long, thick, and hot foreign object had ripped through her membrane and penetrated her. She cried out, her face turning deathly pale, and turned her head away...

Sunlight

streamed through the gauze windows of the painted boat, illuminating the elegantly furnished boudoir. Inside, several snow-white bodies were entwined, moaning and panting. The large bed creaked and groaned in response to the movements of the people on it. The intoxicating moans and cries heated the air, causing the room temperature to rise rapidly. Even someone as strong as Li Feiyu was covered in sweat, his lower body still connected to Qiu Shan's, thrusting wildly like a pile driver, each thrust making a "slap slap" sound. His body was surrounded by the soft, warm bodies of women. He hadn't used his internal energy, relying entirely on his physical strength, so he was also somewhat tired, panting and covered in sweat, but still enjoying himself immensely. He had already ejaculated three times, and the fire in his heart had subsided slightly. Several girls clung to him like octopuses, taking turns, their thick, long, purple-lightning dragon spear soaking in it without stopping.

In the next room, through the hazy curtains, two beautiful young girls lay on the bed. The creaking sounds from the next room drifted over, their occasional moans making them sway, their underpants completely soaked. "Cousin

, they've been at it for two hours!" Yan Shishi said shyly, her delicate face flushed, her eyes brimming with desire. Listening to the sounds from the next room, her mind was filled with fantasies of Li Feiyu and their intimate encounters.

In the next room, through the hazy curtains, two beautiful young girls lay on the bed. The creaking sounds from the next room drifted over, their occasional moans making them sway, their underpants completely soaked.

Yan Zhihua was surprised that her best friends had succumbed so quickly, and her face flushed slightly. Having seen some picture books, she could imagine that Li Feiyu must have inserted his penis into them, causing them to make those sounds. She assumed Li Feiyu didn't know martial arts, so she didn't think he had forced them. In fact, Li Feiyu hadn't forced them. Yan Zhihua wondered if he had such great charm that his proud best friends were so eager to offer themselves.

Was doing that kind of thing really that pleasurable? Apart from the initial screams she heard from her best friends, all that followed were those sounds of bathing in blissful pleasure. Yan Zhihua thought shyly, her underpants also soaked, and the situation was even worse than her cousin Yan Shishi's. Just then, Qiu Shan let out a joyful moan, her body trembling. The intoxicating cries of spring reached Yan Zhihua's ears in the next room. Yan Zhihua squeezed her beautiful white legs together, her private parts felt hot and swollen, and she felt a rush of urine, reaching orgasm as well.

Yan Zhi's face was flushed, her breath sweet and fragrant, but the moans and groans from the next room resumed. Finally, she couldn't help but ask her cousin Yan Shishi, who was lying beside her, "Cousin, do you think this kind of thing is really that pleasurable?"

As a virgin, Yan Shishi, still struggling with her inner turmoil, trembled at the question and shyly replied, "Cousin, how would I know!" But in her heart, she thought, this must be very pleasurable! Otherwise, why would so many women enjoy it so much!

Yan Zhihua had already anticipated her answer, her mind filled with fantasies of Li Feiyu and the other women entwined. She closed her eyes, imagining herself as the woman Li Feiyu was pressing down on. More and more fluid flowed from her private parts, and even her erections swelled, the pink nipples hardening painfully. She had to touch them, and her own hand sent a jolt of electricity through her, a tingling pleasure. But her own hand couldn't quite capture the sensation. Seeing her cousin beside her, also with that dreamy, yearning look, a good idea came to her. She secretly leaned over her cousin's rather well-endowed breasts, pressing them firmly through her bodice, and kneaded them.

"Ouch!" Yan Shishi snapped out of her daze and looked at Yan Zhihua coquettishly, "You're so annoying! Cousin, what are you doing?"

Yan Zhihua giggled and said, "Cousin, did I feel good when I touched you?"

Yan Shishi said shyly, "No, I didn't!"

Looking at her cousin's rosy face, Yan Zhihua laughed and said, "Then touch me, okay? I felt so good just now!"

Yan Shishi said shyly, "Cousin, how could you have such thoughts?"

Yan Zhihua still couldn't forget the electric feeling she had just experienced, and said to Yan Shishi, "Please, let me try, okay?"

Yan Shishi was too shy to refuse, and actually reached out her jade-like hand to touch her cousin's high breasts. Although she had touched them often in their playful interactions, there was clearly a different element to it in this situation.

"Wait!" Seeing her cousin's puzzled look, Yan Zhihua smiled charmingly and said, "Use a little more force later!" As she said this, she glanced shyly at her cousin and took off her green silk bodice embroidered with peonies, revealing her two full, snowy breasts.

Yan Shishi hadn't expected her cousin to be so completely undressed. Looking at what was in front of her, she smiled shyly and said, "Cousin, you've grown quite a bit!" As she spoke, she grasped her left breast with her jade-like hand and pressed it against the hard, pink nipple. After pressing it, she tried to pull her hand back.

Yan Zhihua's body trembled, feeling a strong electric current surge through her breasts, which felt incredibly comfortable. She quickly grabbed Yan Shishi's withdrawn hand and pressed it to her own, saying with a hint of longing, "Give me a massage!"

Yan Shishi coquettishly replied, "Cousin!" Seeing her cousin's almost intoxicated gaze, and hearing the "creaking" sounds coming from next door, she reluctantly began to massage, like kneading dough. It felt very comfortable, and she felt her own breasts harden under the disturbance of the sounds from next door. A slight pain shot through her. At that moment, Yan Zhihua, understanding her needs, reached into her bodice and grasped her soft, tender breasts, causing her delicate body to tremble. She murmured, "Cousin..."

Before she knew it, the two were entangled. Yan Zhihua untied Yan Shishi's bodice, lay on top of her, and her delicate mouth, like fragrant orchids, held the pink nipples of Yan Shishi's breasts, occasionally extending her soft tongue to lick and suck, giving Yan Shishi a trembling sensation. Yan Shishi reached out her jade-like wrists, closed her eyes, and tightly embraced Yan Zhihua's head. Meanwhile, Yan Zhihua had somehow pulled her soaking wet panties down to her knees. Because she was a head taller than her cousin, she straddled Yan Shishi to suckle her breasts, raising her plump, white buttocks high behind her. Her left hand caressed her breasts, while her right hand reached down to her pubic area, parting her thick black forest and thrusting her fingers in and out of her wet labia.

In the next room, Li Feiyu, after rapidly thrusting dozens of times on another girl named Meixuan, tightly embraced her buttocks and finally ejaculated. The bed was now soaking wet, with no dry spot, and the girls were practically unconscious. He lightly kissed the girl's fair forehead, letting out a sigh of relief. His divine sense immediately locked onto the surrounding scene, discovering Yan Zhihua and her cousin Yan Shishi entwined in passion. His engorged member, which had just subsided, swelled again, and he couldn't help but smile wickedly. He circulated his Heavenly Azure True Qi, causing ripples to spread through the air, and he vanished from the bed, detached from the women's embrace.

Yan Zhihua and Yan Shishi were still entwined, completely absorbed in the sensation, unaware that the battle in the next room had subsided.

Ripples spread through the air, and Li Feiyu suddenly appeared from behind Yan Zhihua. His erect penis was huge, and looking at the two plump, white buttocks that were raised high before him, their illusory lovemaking had reignited his inner fire. Looking at Yan Zhihua's lips, which were constantly dripping with nectar, he touched her plump buttocks, aiming his huge member at her vaginal opening.

Yan Zhihua noticed something was wrong. Her heart turned cold, and she hurriedly opened her eyes. But at that moment, a tearing pain shot through her lower body. A long, thick, and hot foreign object ripped through her membrane and penetrated her. She cried out, her face turning deathly pale, and turned her head away.

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