Eighteen Methods of Yin Gong

Laoshan Mountain is a famous mountain on the Shandong Peninsula, located forty li east of Qingdao. It has a circumference of about one hundred li and an altitude of 1130 meters. To the north, it juts out as Dengzhou Cape and Laotieshan Cape, the southern tip of the Liaodong Peninsula, facing each other. Its peaks are verdant and its scenery ever-changing. A common saying goes, "Though Mount Tai is high, it doesn't know the height of Laoshan by the East Sea." This is because it is located near the Bohai Sea, with lush vegetation and stunning scenery.
The mountain boasts numerous historical sites, such as the famous Taiqing Palace, nestled against the mountain and facing the sea, secluded from the world. The story "Naidong" in *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio* is set in this temple. The temple has a couplet: "The sound of spring water echoes through the night rain; the sea breeze blows away the clouds passing over the mountain." The mountain path is rugged and precipitous, with thousands of stone steps. The summit is adorned with many strange pines and rocks, and the sea air is vast, with ever-changing clouds and mist. From Yingkou or near Shanghai and Qingdao, one can see the purple-hued mountain range, which is this famous mountain.
It was past midnight, and the sky should have been pitch black long ago, but it wasn't black; at least part of it wasn't. It was tinged with a dark red, scorched a grim, somber crimson by the raging flames. The fire was fierce, sweeping and raging with the wind, seemingly capable of reaching the heavens.
Laoshan seemed to groan in the flames, and below the southern peak of Yunling lay a lush, verdant valley. Though nestled amidst towering mountains, this place housed an extremely mysterious martial arts family: Zhongjiabao.
At this moment, Zhongjiabao, built on a western terrace, seemed to be sobbing in the flames. The fire spread from the north side of Zhongjiabao southwards, and in a matter of moments, the blaze had engulfed the entirely log-built manor.
Of course, it wasn't just the flames that were attacking Zhongjiabao; as the fire spread, a group of people even more terrifying than the fire itself appeared. They shared a common characteristic: the men were all dressed in black, tight-fitting outfits with black headscarves, while the women wore white tops and skirts. The only common feature was the golden centipede embroidered on their bodices. They carried identical star-shaped weapons, connected by a two-zhang-long (approximately 6.6 meters) long thin rope. Grouped in sets of ten, numbering over a hundred, they charged and chased each other amidst the dazzling firelight, their attacks swift and deadly, leaving no survivors. These hundred-odd people were like a hundred ferocious tigers unleashed from their cages, not only fierce and wild, but also bordering on bestial cruelty.
Ruthless and ferocious as they were, their actions were remarkably organized. Despite their repeated attacks and ambushes, everything was done under the command of their leader. Each pursued their own target, assessed the situation, provided mutual support, and swiftly dispersed and regrouped, advancing with lightning speed. On the surface, it appeared chaotic, but in reality, the entire operation was meticulously planned.
The people of Zhongjiabao were also fighting back, albeit hastily and even half-asleep. However, outnumbered and unprepared, and caught in a state of panic, their morale and strength were inevitably diminished.
The people of Zhongjiabao knew very well who the invading forces were; they belonged to the Golden Centipede Sect, their chests embroidered with golden centipedes—a clear identifier. In truth, clothing was merely a formality; form was unimportant. What mattered was the method. The Golden Centipede Sect's methods were ruthless, as always, ruthless and merciless, chilling to the bone.
The people of Zhongjiabao seemed to have anticipated the Golden Centipede Sect's attack, but they hadn't expected them to arrive so quickly and so fiercely, like a raging flood, unstoppable.
Blood reflected in the firelight, rising in a hazy crimson mist. This mist enveloped Zhongjiabao, floating over the valleys of Laoshan Yunling, appearing from afar as a terrifying dark red. Human faces and figures seemed distorted in the dark red gloom. Behind them, the Golden Centipede Sect's men roared and chased after them. But inside the fortress, the firelight shone brightly, while outside, the mountains and seas seemed to sink, the raging flames turning half the sky red. There were also cliffs and precipices that the firelight couldn't reach; in the dim night, Zhong Guodong had long since vanished without a trace.
In the dilapidated mountain god temple, it was desolate and dark, with a putrid stench permeating the air. Zhong Guodong sat there quietly, his loneliness tinged with sorrow, and memories were stirred within him.
At dawn that day, two figures suddenly emerged from the clouds and mist on the mountainside of Yunling Mountain. They rushed towards the summit one after the other with lightning speed. The first to arrive was a young man wearing a light fur coat under a purple robe, followed by a young woman in purple. Both of them were young, seemingly under twenty, but their lightness skills were quite rare.
The girl in purple reached the mountain peak, then suddenly pouted and said, "Fifth Brother is always bullying me! I won't stand for it!"
The boy in purple laughed and said, "Don't be so petty, Xiaoqin. My lightness skill is only slightly better than yours, but my Wind Chasing Divine Light is far inferior. Why do you have to surpass Fifth Brother in everything to be satisfied?"
The girl in purple, called Xiaoqin, didn't say anything more. She twisted her body and walked slowly towards an old pine tree.
She hadn't taken ten steps when she suddenly exclaimed, "Quick, Fifth Brother, there's a dead body under the pine tree!"
The boy in purple was stunned upon hearing this, then leaped up and arrived under the pine tree in a few bounds. There, indeed, lay a human body. But it wasn't necessarily dead, because her chest was still rising and falling slightly, though her breathing was very weak.
The purple-clad youth glanced at the body on the ground and discovered that the victim was actually a very beautiful girl. Although her face was pale and her eyes were closed, her exquisite beauty was truly rare in this world. The purple-clad youth withdrew his gaze and turned to the purple-clad girl, saying, "Little sister, do you think this girl can be saved?"
The purple-clad girl squatted down and checked the victim's pulse, saying, "She seems very ill. If it weren't for her superior martial arts skills and profound internal strength, she would probably have frozen to death long ago. Fifth brother, should we help her or not?"
The purple-clad youth said, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Since we've encountered her, how can we stand by and watch her die?
Let's take her back. Second uncle is well-versed in medicine; perhaps he can cure her serious illness."
As he spoke, he had already reached out and scooped up the girl. Saving a life is like putting out a fire; he didn't delay for a moment.
Below the southern peak of Yunling lies a lush and verdant valley. Although this place is located in the midst of towering mountains, it is home to an extremely mysterious sect. Actually, that's not quite accurate, because they don't participate in the martial arts world; they live a life almost entirely isolated from the world, simply living together as a clan, studying and practicing martial arts. Above a majestic gatehouse hangs a black plaque with gold lettering: "Zhong Family Fortress."
The fortress lord, Zhong Guodong, is tall and thin, with a brown face highlighting his prominent features; two lines at the corners of his mouth reveal a resolute and composed character.
The second fortress lord, Zhong Buliang, is rather stout, with a perpetually smiling face; he's an optimist.
These two brothers are both around sixty years old, married and had children early in life, and now have many children of their own.
The purple-clad youth, Zhong Jiaxin, who just rescued someone in Yunling, is the fortress lord's third son, but ranks fifth among his cousins, so the purple-clad girl calls him Fifth Brother Jiaxin.
The purple-clad girl is the fortress lord's only beloved daughter, named Zhong Huiqin; she is the youngest among her siblings. The male siblings were named with the character "Jia" (家), while the females were named with the character "Hui" (惠). The fortress lord had three sons and one daughter: the eldest, Jia Zhong; the second, Jia Xiao; the fifth, Jia Xin; and the eighth, Hui Qin. The second fortress lord had two sons and two daughters: the third, Jia Ren; the fourth, Jia Yi; the sixth, Hui Zhen; and the seventh, Hui Yao.
Zhong Jia Xin brought the seriously ill girl into the second hall and turned to Zhong Hui Qin, saying, "Little sister, quickly go and invite Second Uncle."
Zhong Hui Qin replied, "Okay."
At this time, many of the younger generation of the Zhong family had come upon hearing the news. While everyone was asking questions and discussing, the brothers Guo Dong and Guo Liang, the fortress lords, stepped into the second hall together.
Zhong Jiaxin stepped forward and said, "Father, Second Uncle, I have rescued a young lady."
Zhong Guodong asked, "Where is she?"
Zhong Jiaxin pointed to a reclining chair by the door and said, "Father, look."
Zhong Guodong looked up in the direction Jiaxin pointed, and the usually composed and steady lord of the fortress suddenly changed his expression as if he had been touched by a venomous snake. His long, slender fingers trembled slightly.
Could this seriously ill girl be a monster? No, she's merely bedridden with a severe illness; she's definitely not a monster. Moreover, she's beautiful, with an ethereal grace; even a lively, healthy person wouldn't be more beautiful than her. Besides, her attire is perfectly normal, except for a few patches of mud on her snow-white robes.
These things, of course, aren't what shocked Lord Guo. The only thing that surprised him was the lifelike golden centipede embroidered on the right breast of her white robe. Perhaps it was just decoration, and not a real centipede at all. Even if it were, with Lord Guo's extraordinary skills, he certainly wouldn't be so afraid of a centipede.
So, what exactly was Lord Zhong Guodong doing? This was the question everyone wanted to know, but no one dared to ask, because Lord Zhong was extremely strict in managing his household; even his second-in-command dared not disobey him in the slightest. Therefore, although ten people of all ages were gathered in this second hall, it was completely silent, and the atmosphere was incredibly solemn.
After a long while, Lord Zhong Guodong, the fortress lord, instructed his younger brother to treat the wounded. Then, he turned and stepped out of the hall, saying in a cold, stern tone, "Xin'er, come to the study."
The study was in the west wing of the second hall. After Zhong Jiaxin entered, he lowered his head and said, "Father, should I not have saved her?"
Lord Zhong pondered for a moment and said, "Where did you see her?"
Zhong Jiaxin replied, "Under an old pine tree on the summit of Yunling Peak."
Lord Zhong asked again, "She was lying there stiffly at the time."
Zhong Jiaxin replied, "Yes, at the time, my younger sister and I thought she was a corpse."
Lord Zhong asked, "Besides her, is there anyone else?"
Zhong Jiaxin replied, "No."
Zhong Guodong snorted and said, "How do you know there isn't? Have you searched the entire area?"
Zhong Jiaxin blushed and said, "No, there isn't. Should we go check again?"
Zhong Guodong said, "Take a few more people and search carefully. Don't let any clue slip by."
Zhong Jiaxin replied, "Yes, Father."
After Zhong Jiaxin left, Zhong Guodong suddenly frowned and paced restlessly around the room, as if the white-clad girl lying stiffly in Yunling had brought him great fear and unease.
Although the Zhong family was known for its martial arts, they never ventured into the martial world and strictly forbade displaying their skills in front of outsiders. Therefore, no one in the martial world, whether righteous or wicked, knew of such a sect.
Perhaps he was afraid that the white-clad girl would expose their secrets? Actually, this was not a big deal. Since the Zhong family did not participate in the martial world, they naturally had no enemies. What was there to be afraid of for a family that did not contend with others? This is common sense, but things in this world often defy common sense. If the Lord of Zhong Family Fortress has ulterior motives, then this cannot be explained by ordinary reason.
Just as he was racking his brains, a call suddenly came: "Brother..."
"Is that Second Brother? Please come in."
"It's me, Brother."
"How is that young lady?"
"Thanks to my first aid, her injuries have stabilized, but she is too weak. I'm afraid she won't wake up for a while."
"Notify me immediately when she can speak."
"Yes, Brother. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
"Alright, go ahead."
Hearing his younger brother's report, Zhong Guodong fell into deep thought again. In the martial world, a disagreement can easily lead to a fight. It's a common occurrence. Why make such a fuss over the white-clad girl being injured? What's puzzling is why she's lying stiffly on Yunling Mountain. Is it a coincidence, a desperate act, or something else entirely? If she was fleeing from an enemy and thus panicked, the situation wouldn't be too serious; but if she came seeking protection, then not only had Zhongjiabao's secrets been exposed, but also a host of conflicts in the martial world were likely to follow.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Even this usually composed fortress lord felt flustered.
At that moment, footsteps stopped at the door, followed by Zhong Jiaxin's voice: "Father, your son is back."
"Come in."
Zhong Jiaxin entered. Fortress lord Zhong Guodong glanced at him with lightning-fast eyes and asked, "Did you find anything?"
"Only a trail of footprints..."
"Is it one person?"
"It's that girl's."
"Where did it come from?"
"In the east, although the spring snow stopped last night, the mountain winds are quite strong. If the footprints weren't so deep, these traces would probably be invisible."
Fortress Master Zhong Guodong pondered for a moment, then said, "Call Second Uncle. You go and rest, and check if that girl has woken up."
Zhong Jiaxin respectfully replied, "Yes, son takes his leave."
A moment later, Zhong Guoliang came to the study, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Elder Brother."
Fortress Master Zhong said, "Second Brother, please sit."
After sitting down, Zhong Guoliang coughed and said, "Elder Brother, I'm a little confused."
Fortress Master Zhong didn't say anything, only grunted. Zhong Guoliang continued, "Ever since Xin'er brought that girl back, it's as if our Zhong family has suddenly been struck by a great calamity..." Like, what is this for? "
Zhongbao Lord said: "Second brother, do you know about the Golden Centipede Gate? "
Zhong Guoliang said: "My little brother is ignorant and has never known that there is such a sect in the world. "
The Lord of Zhong Fort gave a long sigh and said: "Wherever the golden centipede comes, the chickens and dogs will not be left behind. It seems that the Zhong family is going to face a catastrophe.
Zhong Guoliang was shocked and said, "It's because of that girl." "
Zhongbao Lord seemed unwilling to talk about the Golden Centipede Sect in depth, and suddenly changed his tone and said: "In the future, no matter when and where, if it is not necessary, the Golden Centipede Sect must not be mentioned again. "
Zhong Guoliang responded: "Yes, brother. "
The Lord of Zhongbao said: "From now on, this fort will be on full alert, and the business outside will be temporarily suspended. There can be no negligence. "
Yes." "
Zhongbao Lord continued: "Send someone to take good care of the girl. As soon as she can speak, she will notify me immediately. "
Yes. Brother, do you have any other instructions?"
"No, you go ahead." "
Zhongjiabao lives in seclusion in the mountains, does not enter the world, and lives a carefree life like a paradise. But this peaceful and tranquil life was suddenly shrouded in a shadow, naturally brought by the girl in white. She was like a hurricane, bringing immense shock to Zhongjiabao.
The girl in white was completely unaware of all this, as she had not yet awakened. At dawn the next day, she finally awoke. Zhong Huizhen, Zhong Guoliang's eldest daughter, was with her; she was the sixth among her siblings. The girl in white was overjoyed at her awakening and immediately called to Zhong Jiaxiao, who was guarding the door, "Second brother, come quickly, she's awake!"
Zhong Jiaxiao rushed in and saw the girl in white slowly open her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, a smile playing on her lips: "Did you two save me?"
"No, it was my fifth brother," Zhong Jiaxiao replied.
"Excuse me, where is this...?"
"This is Zhongjiabao. Miss, you must be hungry. Sixth Sister, where's the ginseng soup? Quickly, give her some."
"Thank you, but I'm not hungry."
"Ginseng soup is good for replenishing vital energy. Miss is weak after her illness, so it's best if she drinks a little. It will be of some benefit to her health."
Zhong Huizhen took the ginseng soup from the stove and said, "I'll take care of things here. Second Brother, go and inform Father."
Zhong Jiaxiao said, "Alright, I'll go right away."
Soon after, the two Zhong brothers arrived together. Zhong Guodong said, "Miss, we'd like to talk to you. Is it alright if you speak?"
The girl in white replied, "It's alright."
Zhong Baozhu said, "Miss, could you tell me your name?" "
My name is Cheng Ruping."
Zhong Baozhu asked again, "Are you from Yunnan?"
Cheng Ruping replied, "Yes, we live in Wuliang Mountain, west of Jingdong County. Ah, how did you know I'm from Yunnan?"
Zhong Baozhu's expression turned somber. He coughed and said, "It's nothing, I was just guessing." He paused, then continued, "Your esteemed family has come to the Central Plains not alone, but with others."
Cheng Ruping smiled bitterly, "Zhong Baozhu, don't be impatient, let me continue." She paused, then continued, "My father holds a very high position in the Golden Centipede Sect. He is the head of the Changhe Hall. You may know his name; he is known throughout the martial arts world as..." His name was Cheng Liang, the Bearded Lion. My father was a very kind man, but he often clashed with Gu Feng, the leader of the Peerless Hall within the sect. Gu Feng also held the position of enforcer of the Golden Centipede Sect, and was cruel and treacherous, especially narrow-minded in his dealings with people and affairs. He was prone to extremes and was frighteningly ruthless and violent. As long as someone in the sect committed a mistake and was handed over to him, no matter how serious the crime, he would punish them three degrees more severely, making them suffer terribly. My father couldn't stand it and always tried to dissuade him, and the two often argued. Gu Feng hated my father to the core. "
Lord Zhong Guodong gave a faint "hmm," and Cheng Ruping's voice became somewhat choked. She continued, and a story unfolded from there.
"Two years ago, my father arranged for me to marry Hou Ming, the head of the Golden Centipede Sect. Hou Ming was raised by my father from a young age, and he was promoted to the position of head of the Golden Centipede Sect by my father. Hou Ming had long disliked Gu Feng's style and character. He was very stubborn and impulsive, and he had been secretly planning to remove or eliminate Gu Feng. He had already made contact with the Golden Centipede Sect's mortal enemy, the Yellow Dragon Gang. During a secret business deal led by Gu Feng, Hou Ming, along with assassins from the Yellow Dragon Gang, ambushed them on the way."
"The battle was exceptionally fierce. Almost the entire force of the Golden Centipede Sect's Peerless Hall was wiped out, but one man, Gu Feng, managed to escape. Upon his return, he told the sect leader what had happened and suspected Hou Ming.
Hou Ming had ambushed him while masked. The sect leader had severely questioned my father and Hou Ming at the time; my father claimed ignorance, and Hou Ming, of course, denied it. However, misfortune struck. Two members of the Golden Centipede Sect, who were thought to be dead during the ambush, returned severely wounded. They found a red agate bracelet belonging to Hou Ming in the arena." This bracelet was something Hou Ming had worn since childhood, a gift from his father. "
Lord Zhong Guodong blinked and said, 'Then, Hou Ming of Jade Dragon is probably in grave danger.'"
Cheng Ruping sobbed, saying softly, "The sect leader ordered Hou Ming's arrest. Hou Ming was in the tiger's den; where would he find hope? He knew he couldn't continue living. He confessed everything, but resolutely denied that his father was involved. He confessed during the day and was executed by slow slicing that night. His father was also removed from his position as head of the Changhe Hall and imprisoned."
“Three nights later, the house where my father was imprisoned suddenly caught fire. I remember clearly how fierce the fire was that night. When everyone put out the fire, they only found a charred body. I knew it was my father's remains; his third upper tooth was missing halfway. There was no mistake, it was him. I also found seven two-inch-long poison needles lodged in my father's throat. Those seven needles had turned purplish-black.” At this point, Cheng Ruping couldn't help but sob softly, her shoulders shaking and her body trembling almost imperceptibly. Zhong Guodong gently patted her shoulder, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
After sobbing for a while, Cheng Ruping said softly, "I didn't investigate, I didn't cry foul, because I knew in my heart who did it. I kept all my hatred and resentment bottled up inside, and I suppressed all my bitterness.
The people of Wushuang Hall even pretended to search for the murderer, but heaven knows how satisfied and smug they were in secret. From then on, I became all alone, without any relatives or friends. The good people in the sect dared not approach me anymore, and the wicked became even more arrogant."
As she spoke, Cheng Ruping became more and more indignant, and she gradually revealed a past event unknown to anyone in the martial arts world.
It turned out that one day, Cheng Ruping was watching the snow alone on a cliff in Qidou Valley when a sworn brother of Gu Feng named Tan Youguang suddenly followed her and began to harass her with foul language. Cheng Ruping simply ignored him, as if it were nothing.
Seeing that Cheng Ruping didn't speak, Tan Youguang took it as tacit consent and began to grope her. Cheng Ruping naturally engaged him in a fierce fight, but Tan Youguang's skill was far superior to hers. Within a few exchanges, he struck her pressure points. Tan Youguang chuckled coldly twice, approached Cheng Ruping, and said smugly, "You think you can fight back with your paltry skills? You're overestimating yourself."
Cheng Ruping's face turned ashen, and she remained silent.
"Cheng Ruping, don't be afraid," Tan Youguang sneered. "With your father dead, Hou Ming is no longer fortunate enough to enjoy life. From now on, follow me, and I'll guarantee you a life of luxury and endless riches."
"You're dreaming," Cheng Ruping said through gritted teeth. "Let me tell you, Tan, I'd rather die than let you defile my body."
Tan Youguang sneered. "Cheng Ruping, want to die? That's easy. But I really can't bear to part with such fair skin. It's such a waste."
Cheng Ruping's eyes suddenly snapped open, and she shouted, "Stop pretending! I'm not buying it!"
"You're tough, you're fierce. The fiercer you are, the better. You're not buying it? Well, I'll make you buy it another way." With that, amidst the tearing sounds, he quickly ripped Cheng Ruping's moon-white silk shirt to shreds, revealing her moon-white undergarment underneath.
Cheng Ruping and Hou Ming had only been married a short time and had no children, so she still possessed the beautiful body of a young girl, but more mature and voluptuous than a typical girl. Tan Guangyou's blood boiled at the sight, his mouth watering greedily as he gazed at her fair, white skin.
With another tearing sound, Cheng Ruping felt a sudden chill on her chest as her only white undergarment was ripped to shreds. Tears welled in Cheng Ruping's eyes; if anyone had a shred of pity or compassion, they might have stopped. But Tan Guangyou was a devil; he considered it a waste not to eat the meat he had already obtained, so he intensified his efforts to pull off her pink undergarments.
He could see her delicate skin all over, the veins on her thighs clearly visible. Her pubic area was covered by the pink undergarments, but a patch of dark pubic hair was still visible below. Because her lips were being held captive by his kiss, she couldn't cry out, only her eyes darting around, tears streaming down her face, and she moaning softly.
When he tried to remove her panties, Cheng Ruping refused to raise her buttocks, so he had to resort to "the nephew holding a lantern to illuminate the uncle.
" Another "rip" was heard, and the pink panties were ruined again. Only then did Tan Guangyou press his hands to the ground, prop himself up, and admire her genitals. Some pubic hair had grown, not much, but distributed near the protruding mound.
As Tan Guangyou's lips left her cherry lips, Cheng Ruping began to plead: "Let me go! Don't do this! You can't treat me like this! You and my husband were colleagues! How can you treat a widow like this?
If you let me go, I won't tell anyone about what happened today!"
Cheng Ruping kept shouting, resisting, and pushing him away, but to no avail. Tan Guangyou quickly removed his clothes, casually took a pill from his pocket, and held it between his fingers. His penis was already throbbing with arousal. He pressed down on her body, rendering Cheng Ruping immobile. With one hand holding her down, he touched her alluring vulva and love bean with the other, causing her to release fluids to facilitate the work to come.
Soon, Cheng Ruping was aroused and began to gush with desire.
"Master Tan, don't do this! I'm a woman! You'll be punished for this! If the sect leader finds out, you're finished! Stop it! Stop it!" Cheng Ruping cried out again.
"Cheng Ruping, don't be ungrateful. You're suffering from thirst, isn't it good that I'm here to comfort you? As long as you and I don't say anything, no one will know. Besides, your little hole is flowing with so much desire, it's clear you need my little brother to comfort you too."
"This won't do. Besides you and me, only heaven and earth know. This will make both of our consciences uneasy. Stop it!"
Tan Guangyou was a little angry when he heard this, so he inserted the aphrodisiac into her shallow cleavage. The aphrodisiac dissolved instantly upon contact with water, and soon Cheng Ruping was gushing with desire, like a dam releasing its floodwaters. Tan Guangyou then gently inserted his fingers in and out.
Cheng Ruping's buttocks moved with the fingers, while she cried out, "No, stop! You can't do this! No!"
Her face grew increasingly red, her breathing became rapid, her breasts hardened, her lips parted repeatedly, and her vulva opened and closed incessantly. Seeing the opportunity, Tan Guanglong lifted her legs, used the tip of his jade pestle to pry open her vulva, and with a forceful thrust, it went in halfway with a "whoosh," continuing to thrust until it reached her core.
"Ouch! It hurts! Ouch! It hurts so much! No, no, no, I can't! Pull it out quickly! I can't, I can't do this!" Cheng Ruping screamed, but Tan Guanglong ignored her, focusing intently on drilling the oil field, forgetting everything else.
Soon after, she reacted, moaning softly and panting heavily. Clearly, the aphrodisiac had taken effect; her physiology and mind had changed. She gritted her teeth, her long, black hair disheveled as her head swayed wildly, her snow-white buttocks swaying gently, her legs unsure of where to place themselves—sometimes opening and closing, sometimes raised high, sometimes flat—truly having nowhere to stand.
Her heart was adrift, her lower body swelled, her body soared, flying high into the clouds, drifting away with the wind. Because of Hou Ming's death, and her father's mysterious demise, she had lived in constant fear and hadn't been this frenzied in a long time. She forgot this man was an accomplice of her enemy; she was thirsty, so she indulged herself.
Tan Guangyou knew the time was right, and like the bravest and fiercest warrior of ancient times, he unleashed his invincible power, launching a frenzied attack.
With each movement, Cheng Ruping emitted a captivating sound. The hissing sound of the oil drill probing the oil field filled Cheng Ruping with intense pleasure, a pleasure that surpassed everything else.
The violent impact of their bodies produced a series of slapping sounds. Cheng Ruping, like a wanton woman, clung tightly to Tan Guangyou's broad, muscular back, trembling as she climaxed.
Tan Guanglong felt a surge of heat as the drill penetrated the oil field, a tingling, itchy sensation. He quickly withdrew his penis and looked down to see a milky white liquid flowing from her vulva.
At that moment, Cheng Ruping felt the pleasure spread from her vulva throughout her body; she felt as if she were floating on clouds, completely lost in a state of bliss. Just as she was enjoying this strange pleasure, her flower suddenly felt empty, and the wonderful sensation vanished as if she had fallen from the clouds to the ground. This sensation was truly unbearable. Cheng Ruping hurriedly opened her eyes and saw his penis still near the shallow groove, continuing to probe as if searching for a target. She quickly closed her eyes, her face flushing crimson, from her cheeks down to behind her ears and her neck.
Tan Guanglong, on top of her, laughed, a laugh so joyful, so lewd, so lascivious, and so manic .
Cheng Ruping's body trembled violently as if struck by lightning. Her heart, which had been burning like a raging fire, suddenly felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, instantly extinguished.
Suddenly, the penis penetrated deeper into the oil field, filling it completely, so full. But now, she felt excruciating pain, her eyes filled with anger, hatred, shame, and unease.
The rhythmic "plop plop" sounds, once a captivating melody, were now the most monotonous, yet eternally associated, shameful rhythm of all time. The animalistic panting and laughter, the groans and sighs that didn't seem to come from a human being—it was all so vulgar, so shameful, so sinful. Just now, what evil spirit possessed her, making her so wanton, so intimate with this devil who killed her husband and was very likely involved in killing her father? Cheng Ruping couldn't help but scream wildly, "Devil, devil, I wish I could kill you!"
Tan Guangyou's eyes burned with lust, his right hand constantly kneading her full breasts, his large buttocks swaying back and forth, as he said in a wicked tone, "Baby, even a night of intimacy is worth a hundred days of kindness, you can't bear to kill me."
Cheng Ruping struggled to get up, but she was pinned down by Tan Guangyou and couldn't move, so she could only angrily shout, "Then kill me!"
“I’ll kill you.” Tan Guangyou shook his head and said, “I can’t bear to. It would be such a waste and a spoilsport to kill such a delicate beauty like you. Besides, I’m not satisfied yet.”
Cheng Ruping wanted to cry but had no tears. She shouted angrily, “You, you’re not even human.”
Tan Guangyou launched another frenzied attack. He said loudly with a half-smile, “Come on, stop pretending to be a saint. I forgot how you were shaking and moaning just now. You were more wanton than a prostitute.”
Although Cheng Ruping couldn’t move her hands and feet, she still had her mouth. She turned her head and bit Tan Guangyou’s arm hard.
But a strange thing happened. Tan Guangyou wasn't angry at all. Instead, he smiled sarcastically and said, "Making love with your lover like this is like a raging storm, an earth-shattering, wolfing it down, a passionate, lingering experience until death. Enjoy it to the peak, the pinnacle, and never stop until you reach that state of utter ecstasy. Your fierceness just now has already given you the taste of it. Let's do it again."
Cheng Ruping was helpless. A woman's greatest skills are crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide. In this situation, these three all-powerful skills were completely useless. She had never suffered such humiliation. Her heart was bleeding, but she didn't cry out. She could only let him do as he pleased.
Tan Guangyou spoke again: "Baby, I want you to relax. Don't be shy. Treat me as your lover, your sweetheart. Believe me, I will make you happy, drive you crazy, and make you feel like you're in heaven. In this respect, I am stronger and braver than that young lad Hou Ming."
As he spoke, he reached out and released Cheng Ruping's pressure points.
Indeed, Tan Guangyou was a true all-rounder. He used some unknown method to quickly reignite Cheng Ruping's desire, causing her to writhe her plump buttocks in response. Her flower petals opened and closed, welcoming the bees' nectar. Soon, she felt an intense itch in her clitoris, her whole body tingling, and she ejaculated again.
Tan Guangyou pressed his advantage, unleashing a torrent of powerful blows, leaving Cheng Ruping utterly defenseless. Especially as his penis penetrated her, causing a tingling, itchy, and numb sensation, she gasped and cried out, "Please, have mercy on me!"
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, and witnessing her wanton expression and lewd cries, Tan Guangyou's masculine urge to conquer all fueled his desire. He continued his relentless assault, displaying the courage and fierce determination of a warrior who would not retreat.
Once again, Cheng Ruping lost control, her plump buttocks thrusting upwards, her clitoris gripping his penis tightly, and a gush of hot, thick fluid erupted.
Tan Guangyou suddenly shuddered, his eyes widened, and he exhaled a large breath. He kicked forward, collapsing onto Cheng Ruping like a dead dog, panting heavily. The fierce hand-to-hand combat, lasting over an hour, finally ceased. Suddenly
, Cheng Ruping's beautiful eyes widened—eyes filled with hatred, humiliation, and vengeance. She abruptly pulled out her hairpin and jade hairpin, thrusting it fiercely at Tan Guangyou.
She had originally aimed for Tan Guangyou's temple, but he dodged in time, only blinding one eye. He roared and, without bothering to put on his clothes, fled naked. Before
Cheng Ruping even returned home, the Wushuang Hall men had already seized her. Cheng Ruping was taken to the Wushuang Hall's torture chamber and brutally beaten. Without even a chance to see the sect leader and plead her case, Gu Feng sentenced her to death.
After a long silence, Zhong Guodong said, "Is there not a single person in the Jinwu Sect who dares to stand up?"
Cheng Ruping smiled bitterly, "Who dares to treat life like a game?"
Zhong Jiaxin, standing to the side, coldly smiled and said, "Where righteousness lies, what is life worth? The Jinwu Sect has lost its benevolence and righteousness; its destruction is not far off."
Cheng Ruping convulsed for a moment, stopped crying, wiped away her tears with her sleeve, and said, "On the night before I was to be executed, it was my fate to survive. The person monitoring me was Guo... " "Liang, he was originally sentenced to death by Gu Feng for violating the sect rules. It was my father who pleaded with the sect leader that he didn't deserve to die, and his life was spared. Guo Liang was so grateful that he risked his life to let me go. So I secretly slipped out of the Golden Centipede Sect, hiding by day and traveling by night, always choosing desolate mountain paths to escape. In my panic, I didn't know where I ended up. I was injured and sick, and collapsed under an ancient pine tree. Fortunately, you were so compassionate and merciful that you rescued me and brought me back to your fortress. Otherwise, I would have died in the wilderness."
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again, and she wept bitterly.
Zhong Huizhen felt a lump in her throat and her eyes reddened. She also shed tears with her. It was indeed too tragic.
After a while, Cheng Ruping was the first to stop sobbing, and said gratefully, "The Lord of the Fortress's rescue is a debt I will never repay, even unto death."
Zhong Huizhen quickly said, "Sister, please don't say that. My fifth brother saved you out of a desire to do good, and he doesn't expect anything in return."
Zhong Huiqin also said sympathetically, "Sister Cheng, that's really too tragic. Don't think about anything now, just focus on recovering your health first."
Cheng Ruping said gratefully, "I am already deeply grateful to your father and brother for saving my life, so please don't bother me any longer."
The two sisters, Zhong Huizhen and Zhong Huiqin, quickly said, "Sister Cheng, you are so weak, how can you walk? Besides, my father won't let you leave like this. Please don't be so polite, wait until you've recovered before you go."
Huiqin took Cheng Ruping's hand and said coquettishly, "Sister Cheng, I really like you, please stay and keep me company."
Cheng Ruping lovingly put her arm around Huiqin and said with a smile, "My two sisters, I like you both very much too, but..."
“Sister Cheng, please don’t just say ‘that,’ please stay.” Huizhen gently shook Cheng Ruping’s hand.
Cheng Ruping was deeply moved by the two innocent and endearing girls from the Zhong family. However, she had other things on her mind, and she couldn’t bear to refuse the Zhong sisters’ sincere offer. After a moment of hesitation, she finally nodded and smiled, “My two sisters, I agree to let you stay for a few days. Are you satisfied now?”
The older sister from the Zhong family clapped her hands happily, saying, “Sister Cheng, you’re so kind.”
Lord Zhong Guodong, who had wanted to ask more questions, couldn’t bear to spoil the mood seeing their joy. Since Cheng Ruping had already agreed to stay, there was no need to rush into questions. So he said, “Miss, please rest well. We’ll talk again later.”
With that, he and his younger brother, Zhong Guoliang, left the room.
Back in his study, Lord Zhong Guodong pondered for a moment and said, "Second brother, relay my message: the arrival of Miss Cheng in this fortress must not be leaked to anyone outside, or you will be severely punished according to the fortress rules."
Zhong Guoliang replied, "Yes, elder brother."
Lord Zhong then said, "Send Jiazhong, Jiaren, and Jiaxiao with men to investigate the areas of Aoshanwei, Jimo, Chengtang, Cangkou, Sifang, and Shakouzi. If they spot any suspicious individuals, especially women, find out their backgrounds and report back immediately."
Zhong Guoliang replied, "Yes, I take my leave."
Miss Cheng Ruping was an enigmatic figure. She brought a heavy burden to Zhongjia Fortress, yet the fortress treated her like an honored guest, taking great care of her. After more than thirty days of recuperation, her internal injuries had healed by about 80-90%. Although Zhongjia Fortress hadn't obtained anything from her, the surrounding area was peaceful, and nothing had happened. If she had brought disaster, that disaster should have already passed.
Strangely, she didn't want to leave Zhongjia Fortress, treating it as her home. Originally, a lonely young girl in the vast sea of people had nowhere to settle down. If someone was willing to take her in, she naturally wouldn't want to leave.
In fact, Lord Zhong didn't want her to leave either. Zhong Family Fortress was a clean place, and he didn't want others to know about it, lest she get involved in the feuds of the martial world.

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