The world is ruled by the emperor (Traditional Chinese)

Author: Bai Lei

I. Prologue

"Birds have vanished from a thousand mountains, human traces have disappeared from ten thousand paths."

At the summit of Mount Tai, the highest peak among the mountains, the continuous range of peaks is utterly deserted. Yet, a single building stands majestically amidst this

desolate landscape, a stark contrast to the silent forest. Coincidentally, though the building is grand, its interior and exterior are utterly silent. Suddenly,

shouts erupt from the front courtyard, bringing no excitement, only adding to the stench of bloodshed.

Junlin Tower, in its heyday, once rivaled the Tianxia Palace in dominating the martial arts world, its name renowned throughout the land. But now, it is a dilapidated

ruin, overgrown with weeds and crumbling walls. This desolation is incomparable to its former glory.

Then, amidst the desolation before the building, a man and three women arrived. The man appeared to be in his forties, handsome and

refined, dressed as a scholar, yet the cold, murderous blade he held in his hand

reminded that he was none other than the long-reclusive owner of the building—Feng Junlin!

Feng Junlin was a highly skilled martial artist with an eccentric personality, killing only according to his whims. In his younger days, he wielded the Thirteen Blades of Wind Soaring,

defeating many and claiming the title of the number one martial arts master. However, half a year ago, he suddenly disappeared from the world, and the building and his

deeds were gradually forgotten.

Today, at his former residence, Feng Junlin reappeared. His weathered face had lost its former glory, and his tattered clothes

further revealed his desolation. How could this be the Feng Junlin of yesteryear?

Feng Junlin stood to the side, sword in hand, coldly staring at the three masked women. He seemed

indifferent He said, "The Four Beauties of the World, you dare to come today, so why bother with concealment?"

The three women stopped in surprise, seemingly never expecting Feng Junlin to recognize them so clearly. They exchanged

glances, then slowly removed their masks, revealing three stunningly beautiful faces before Feng Junlin:

one cold and alluring, one charming and seductive, and the other gentle and graceful. Their beauty truly deserved to be called unparalleled in the world.

The aloof woman stepped forward, initially with a hint of resentment, then gritted her teeth and sneered, "Hmph! Feng

Junlin , so what if you know we were the ones in the trap? Do you know why we're here today!" Her beauty was captivating,

even with her cold, frosty demeanor.

Seeing the three women pull down their masks, Feng Junlin's heart sank further. His tone softened, and he sighed, "Only you two...

she really didn't come!" He muttered to himself, his expression sorrowful, as if grieving for something. This

sight stirred jealousy in the aloof woman.

The aloof woman said, "Feng Junlin, don't be delusional. Sima Lirong won't come. She never will

."

Feng Junlin was taken aback. He said, "Nangong Yu, you mean..."

The aloof woman, Nangong Yu, was the eldest of the Four Beauties of the World. She was about thirty years old and had a face as beautiful as ice and snow. Her voice was

extremely cold, and when she spoke to Feng Junlin, it was not only cold but also resentful.

"I said she won't come, which means she has chosen another path. Do you understand?" Seeing

Feng Junlin's stunned expression, she became even more sorrowful. For a moment, she felt a sense of vengeful pleasure, but it was only temporary.

Then her heart, like Feng Junlin's, clenched in pain.

"No, I don't believe it. You're lying to me! She won't," Feng Junlin took two steps back, his face turning even paler.

With a slow, dejected slash, he muttered to himself, head bowed, "Impossible..."

Nangong Yu wasn't truly heartless; rather, she loved him too deeply. Seeing him like this, she suddenly felt a pang of reluctance and

couldn't help softly say, "Feng Junlin, you..."

Before she could finish, Baili Yan said to her, "Senior Sister, don't be soft-hearted towards this devil. He's a womanizer

by nature , with countless confidantes. Such a liar is adept at feigning. Besides, don't forget

the grudges against Tianxia Palace, Master, and Third Junior Sister!"

Reminded by Baili Yan, Nangong Yu frowned deeply, swallowing back what she was about to say. After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly

gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Feng Junlin, enough nonsense, come on, pick up your Drinking Snow Blade. You killed

our master , made our third junior sister commit suicide for you, and destroyed the Heavenly Palace. Today, I will avenge our sect."

Feng Junlin seemed not to hear Nangong Yu's words. He floated a few steps on the ground and laughed maniacally, "

Hahaha , dead, good riddance! You would rather choose death than me, hahaha!" His laughter was filled with emptiness and desolation.

Seeing this expression, Nangong Yu's heart tightened, and her sword naturally

paused .

However, as Nangong Yu hesitated, a figure rose up beside her—it was Baili Yan. She swiftly

drew her sword and attacked Feng Junlin without the slightest hesitation, intending to kill him while he was distracted.

But the attack was sudden; Nangong Yu and Murong Juan tried to stop her, but it was too late. Baili Yan's sword

thrust straight forward, swift as a ghost, about to pierce Feng Junlin's body in an instant. But then, unexpectedly

, the sword veered to the right, only managing to pierce a deep wound in Feng Junlin's arm.

After a soft snort, there was another. Before Baili Yan could draw her sword, she was

sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, seemingly injured by Feng Junlin. At this moment, Murong Juan rushed forward

and caught her, while Nangong Yu rushed towards Feng Junlin at the same time as Baili Yan cried out in alarm.

Nangong Yu was already furious. Without thinking, she raised her palm and attacked Feng Junlin. Her jade palm was filled with eight-tenths of

the Jade Maiden Skill, with more than ten thousand jun of force. But for some reason, Feng Junlin did not dodge this time. Just as the palm

struck Baili Yan, it landed heavily on Feng Junlin's chest with a loud "Bang!" This time,

Feng Junlin was sent flying, rolling several times on the ground before calming down.

"You..." Feng Junlin coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. The Ice Wind Blade in his hand was nowhere to be seen, and

besides was covered in dust. He struggled to get up, but he couldn't move at all,

because the internal injuries made him feel completely powerless. He raised his head hatefully, but he didn't look at Nangong Yu;

instead Baili Yan in Murong Juan's arms.

Nangong Yu's face was filled with shock. She clenched her fists, wondering why he didn't dodge. Yet,

even as he faced death, he didn't glance at her. Her heart was struck again. Suddenly, she sighed

, and her clenched fists loosened.

"That's enough."

"Senior Sister…you…" Nangong Yu walked to Murong Juan's side. Murong Juan naturally called out to her,

but Nangong Yu didn't stop. She simply tossed down a token and said, "Love is over, the heart is dead,

all worldly ties are severed. I am left alone with only the green lamp. The position of Palace Master of the World is yours!"

"Senior Sister..." Nangong Yu gradually walked away, but Baili Yan woke up at this moment. Murong Juan saw her awake and

couldn't help but ask, "Second Senior Sister, you're awake. Are you alright?"

Baili Yan nodded and said, "I'm fine!" Looking up and not seeing Nangong Yu, she asked, "

Where's Senior Sister?"

Murong Juan said, "Senior Sister left!"

Baili Yan exclaimed in surprise, "Senior Sister, she..."

Murong Juan glanced at Feng Junlin and said, "Actually, Senior Sister loves Feng Junlin too much. Judging from her appearance just now, I think she

must have become a nun..."

Baili Yan stood up in surprise and said, "How could this be?" As she spoke, a sudden look appeared on her face. The pain, likely aggravated by

internal injuries, prompted Baili Yan to say, "Senior Sister holds the position of Palace Master of the World..."

Murong Juan sighed, "Senior Sister gave me the token..."

Baili Yan exclaimed, "How can this be? Absolutely not! Go and find her quickly..."

Murong Juan said, "This... Second Senior Sister, your injury..."

Baili Yan shook her head, saying, "It's alright. The most important thing now is to give the token to Senior Sister.

I'll handle things here. Hurry!"

Murong Juan nodded, glancing back at Feng Junlin with a hint of sadness on her face before turning to

chase after Nangong Yu.

Nangong Yu and Murong Juan left together, leaving the injured Baili Yan behind. As she watched Murong

Juan's figure disappear into the forest, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on her face. She abruptly

lowered , and her pale face regained its rosy hue.

Slowly walking to Feng Junlin, Baili Yan's face was filled with a triumphant smile. Feng Junlin lay on

the ground , his eyes slowly closing, unconscious. Then, Baili Yan suddenly knelt down, resting his head on

her lap. Looking at him, she took out a fiery red pill and fed it to him.

Baili Yan gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a half-smile on her face as she said, "Junlin of the world, the world reigns supreme

. Linlang, you will always be mine. No one can take you away, not even Master, not even Junior Sister, not even Senior Sister.

Anyone who tries to take you away will be killed! Killed! Killed... Hahaha..."

The killing was over, and silence returned to the Junlin Tower on Mount Tai. But this killing was not the end,

but the beginning—the beginning of a grudge, and a story.

*** *** *** ***

Time flies, and more than seventeen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

A new situation has emerged in the martial arts world after the deaths of Feng Junlin and Dugu Tianxia. Among them, the four disciples of Dugu

Tianxia , are the four daughters of the four great families—the Four Beauties of the World—each established their own sects.

Nangong Yu, after Feng Jun's death, lost all hope and soon went to Emei

to become a nun. Due to her outstanding martial arts skills, she has now taken over Emei and become its leader.

Murong Juan, after the battle of Mount Tai, when Nangong Yu relinquished her position as palace master to become a nun, also gave up the position to Baili

Yan, and went her own way in the martial world, founding a sect called Flying Phoenix. This sect only accepts female disciples. Because of the chaotic times,

orphans and widows all flocked to join, and it has now become a major sect surpassing the two major sects and on par with Emei.

Sima Lirong, wife of Feng Junlin, is said to have died in the Tianxia Palace before Feng Junlin's death, the cause of which remains

unknown . However, it is also said that she left behind a son for Feng Junlin, who was raised by Baili Yan and is now the new

master of Junlin Tower.

Baili Yan, who has declared herself the master of Tianxia Palace, has independently raised Feng Junxia (Feng Junlin's son, whose name also implies "ruling

the world ) to become the young master of Junlin Tower. Now she is the leader of the righteous path, and the Tianxia Palace under her control seems to be even more

glorious than when her master, Dugu Tianxia, was in power.

The Wind Demon Sect, whose leader's name is unknown, is known only to be a woman, referred to

in the martial arts world as the Wind Demoness. This evil sect emerged shortly after the deaths of Feng Junlin and Dugu Tianxia. Its founding principles are unclear,

but it is known to have grown into a sect capable of rivaling these four major factions.

Having introduced the five sects in the story, let's begin here.

Jinan, Red Flower Pavilion, Yang Xiaotian!

II. The Courtesan's Hut

Yesterday, we reveled in romance and beauty; today, green leaves and red flowers lie fallen.

The Red Flower Pavilion is a famous tavern in Jinan City. Not only are the young ladies there all beautiful and charming, but the wine

is also renowned for its intoxicating quality. As the saying goes, "A thousand cups are too few when drinking with a bosom friend." While there are many beautiful women at the Red Flower Pavilion,

those who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk are harder to find than anything else.

However, strange things do happen, and today, the guests visiting the Red Flower Pavilion encountered just that.

The Red Flower Pavilion was still brightly lit and bustling with people. But what was unusual was

the lack of noise inside. This wasn't because the hall was empty; rather, everyone's attention

was focused on a handsome young man in coarse clothes sitting at the bright red octagonal table in the center.

"Little Tian, I didn't expect you to be so skilled. The Red Flower Pavilion's women are known for their strong liquor, yet you

can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk! That's really strange."

The young man in coarse clothes was filling a large cup to its 1001st cup. He wiped his mouth, his face completely

sober, and said to the old man with the red nose and chubby cheeks who had praised him, "Old He, you don't know this, but I've been practicing this

drinking skill for fifteen years!"

Looking at the young man, Old He glared at him, his mouth pursed, and said, "You brag without even thinking!

Fifteen years! How old are you? Did you learn to drink as soon as you could walk?"

"Hehe, you guessed right this time, old man. Maybe you don't believe me, but speaking of this wine, I've been drinking it

like ..." the young man said proudly, his face beaming with pride.

Three years old! Who are you kidding! Hearing this, everyone present thought the same thing. Therefore, this time, not only did the old man disbelieve it,

but even unrelated people jumped out and said, "Yang Xiaotian, you're really bragging! If you've been drinking that wine for

fifteen years, you'd have a belly full of it by now!"

"Yeah, yeah! If you'd been drinking since you were three, you'd be a wine immortal by now!" The room

erupted in laughter.

Yang Xiaotian, however, didn't seem to care. Taking advantage of the chaos, he jumped onto the platform at the front

and said, "Gentlemen, please be quiet! Please listen to what I, Xiaotian, have to say."

Yang Xiaotian was a regular at the Red Flower Brothel, coming several times a day. Among those present were...

Many people had come specifically to see him, so his shout immediately silenced the room. Yang Xiaotian then said,

"Gentlemen, you know I, Yang Xiaotian, have been here for a long time, and I've never

lied to you, have I? Besides, didn't you see me finish those thousand cups just now?"

Seeing the complete silence below, Yang Xiaotian continued, "Actually, to be honest, I

exaggerated

"Do you know why I, Yang Xiaotian, gave up my leisurely life at the Red Flower Brothel to become

a servant at the most prestigious Junlin Manor in the world?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Your Brother Xiaotian, the esteemed 'Flower Red Brothel,' is working as a laborer at Junlin Tower. That's

a bit strange. Are you just itching for a beggar'?" The sudden sarcasm drew another round of laughter.

At this moment, Yang Xiaotian suddenly stretched out his hand, shaking his index finger incessantly, and said with a tsk-like sound, "

Wrong, wrong , wrong, wrong. Actually, you all don't know this. Let me tell you a secret!"

Upon hearing the secret, the room fell silent again.

He glanced at everyone and said, "Gentlemen, you should all be familiar with Feng Junlin, the former head of Junlin Restaurant, the Great Hero Feng

."

Junlin Restaurant was already very famous in Jinan, and although Feng Junlin had been dead for many years, he was still a prominent

figure Feng Junlin's name naturally drew nods and attentive listening from everyone.

Yang Xiaotian raised a smug face and said, "I've heard that Feng Junlin's martial arts are unfathomable. Back in the day , in the martial world

, if anyone offended him, he could kill them with just a blink of his eye, turning their bones to dust..."

As Yang Xiaotian was saying this, someone suddenly interrupted, "Is he really that powerful? Feng Junlin isn't

a monster!"

"This gentleman, you don't know this," Yang Xiaotian chuckled and said, "Actually, I've been at Junlin Tower for so

long, and I know a little about that Master Feng. To be honest, Master Feng is neither a demon nor a monster. The reason he's

so powerful is actually because of a skill called the 'Eternal Strength Technique'."

"What...what kind of skill is that? How amazing is it?"

"It's the Long-lasting Skill! Not some kind of long-lasting skill!" After secretly glancing at everyone, Yang Xiaotian continued:

"And this skill is amazing. With my terrifyingly good talent, Yang Xiaotian, I only went there for a month and learned

a little bit of the basics, but I can already drink a thousand cups of alcohol without getting drunk. Isn't that amazing?"

After Yang Xiaotian finished speaking, he looked extremely proud, seeing the audience below stunned by his words.

He couldn't help but feel very proud. However, at this moment, a shout of "Amazing!" shook everyone's ears, and then a handsome young man of about his

age, dressed in gorgeous clothes, suddenly jumped onto the stage.

Yang Xiaotian felt even more smug when the handsome young man praised him. Little did he know, the young man on stage then

pointed at Yang Xiaotian's nose and said, "Impressive! Impressive my foot! You're really bragging to the point of exhaustion

. I've been at Junlinlou for so long, and I've never even heard of this 'Eternal Strength.' If you have it, show me

now !"

Huh? Where did this idiot come from, daring to undermine me! Yang Xiaotian was

in high spirits when someone suddenly undermined him, and it was a kid about his age no less. Annoyed, he asked, "Brother, what's your surname?"

The handsome kid replied, "What do you care what my surname is! Didn't you just say you knew some kind of nonsense kung fu?

Well then , show me what you've got now!"

It was obvious to everyone that the handsome kid was deliberately trying to provoke him, and Yang Xiaotian was no exception. He coughed twice

and said, "Brother, didn't I just say that learning only a little bit is enough to mask the smell of alcohol? Of course,

if I were to stay for another two months... cough..."

The handsome young man snorted coldly and said, "I think you're not just a liar, but also a narcissist

. Show me what you're capable of, or it will prove you were just bragging."

This was clearly an attempt to humiliate Yang Xiaotian! Yang Xiaotian couldn't hold back any longer, so he retorted,

"Fine, you wait. But before that, I'd like to ask you, brother, you said you've been at Junlin Tower for a long time,

and I know everyone there, but I wonder who you are at Junlin Tower?"

"This... I..." The handsome young man's face suddenly flushed red at his question. He stammered twice and then

said , "Never mind who I am. Didn't you say you could turn alcohol into water? I think it's water. You're the young

master here, so it's no wonder you colluded with the servants to turn him into water without anyone noticing." After saying that, he glared angrily at Yang Xiaotian.

Yang Xiaotian wasn't surprised at all by what Jun Xiaozi said. He laughed and jumped off the stage, casually picking up

a large jar of half-full Nu'er Hong wine from the table. He suddenly tossed it to Jun Xiaozi, saying, "So, according

to , now you drink it and see if it's water. If it is, you drink it all, and I'll treat it as

water!"

Yang Xiaotian's action embarrassed Jun Xiaozi again, making him even angrier. So he picked up the wine jar, saying,

"Fine, I'll drink it all. I'll see if I can't expose your boasting, humph!" Without thinking, assuming

there must be something fishy in the jar, he raised the wine jar high and drank it all in one gulp.

Before the wine even reached his lips, a strong smell of alcohol wafted into his nostrils. Not only did it make his nose sting, but the moment

the wine entered his mouth, he, who doesn't usually drink, felt an indescribable spiciness, followed by a burning sensation as it

went down , and then a wave of dizziness.

Before the handsome young man could even put down his wine jar, his face was already as red as a girl applying powder, and his body was swaying slightly. Seeing this,

Yang Xiaotian secretly chuckled to himself, "Luckily, your old man is quick-witted, otherwise you would have torn this table apart."

While thinking this, he said sarcastically, "Hey, brother, tell me, is this wine

or not ? If not, then drink it all as you say!"

Upon hearing this, the handsome young man felt his face turn red in a daze, and he was even more angry at Yang Xiaotian's rudeness. So he suddenly mustered

his strength, and without caring whether he could handle it, he gulped down the wine, treating the "daughter's red wine" like water.

On stage, the two exchanged blows, and everyone watched with anticipation. Someone, speechless after Yang Xiaotian's earlier

remarks , seized the opportunity to stir up trouble again, shouting, "Red Flower Pavilion, bragging about everything! Seeing is believing!"

Hey brother, are you here to cause trouble too? Yang Xiaotian, outwardly calm, was inwardly

very anxious. If the stage was dismantled today, where would he, Yang Xiaotian, stand in the Red Flower Pavilion's reputation?

Yang Xiaotian racked his brains, but couldn't come up with a solution. He watched as the handsome young man was about to finish his drink, and his heart...

He was extremely anxious, yet still at a loss.

But suddenly, at that moment, the voice of the doorman, Xiao Li, came from afar: "Master...Master...Master Lü!

Why...you...have...come...I'll...go and invite...you..."

Xiao Li stammered, and before he could finish speaking, Yang Xiaotian thought to himself that his savior had arrived. Without saying

a word abandoned the handsome young man, pushed through the crowd, and walked straight to the man. The man was about fifty years old, with white eyebrows,

a plump face, a red mouth, and a long beard, and a dignified appearance. It turned out to be the current head steward of Junlin Tower, the evil Yama Lü Dexiang.

Yang Xiaotian respectfully greeted, "Master Lü!"

He raised his voice intentionally or unintentionally. At this moment, everyone lowered their heads, some eating, some

quietly those who had come to watch the show dispersed. Even the handsome young man who had come up to carry Yang Xiaotian on the platform had vanished.

Indeed, the title of "Evil King of Hell" was quite frightening.

"Master Lü, greetings! It's a great honor to have you here today."

With that, Yang Xiaotian left the crowd and came to stand before the Evil King of Hell, Lü Dexiang. Upon seeing him, Lü Dexiang was taken aback and

exclaimed, "Oh? Aren't you Xiaotian? Why aren't you in the courtyard on the mountain? Who instructed you to come here

?"

Yang Xiaotian replied, "No, no, Master Lü. You really have a bad memory. A while ago..." "Didn't I ask you

for two days off to take care of some personal business? And you granted it, didn't you?"

Lü Dexiang asked, startled. "Speaking of which, it seems like that's true. So, this is the personal business you came here to take care of?"

Yang Xiaotian laughed. "You're really sharp, sir. You guessed it right away."

Lü Dexiang paused again, then suddenly realized, thinking to himself, "I was wondering why the kid came to the manor and

kept going up the mountain." "Hey, so you're a regular customer here." He glanced at him and said, "You

look so honest and kind, but I never expected... hehehe..."

Yang Xiaotian said, "You're too kind, sir. Sir, I wonder what brings you here today..."

Lü Dexiang blushed, thinking to himself that he was here to do *that* kind of thing, but he couldn't say it aloud. He

waved his hand and , "Of course I have something to do! Why are you asking?"

Yang Xiaotian licked his lips, seeing through Lü Dexiang's intentions, so he said, "No, sir, I was just

asking who you're looking for today. Tell me, so I can make arrangements for you."

Lü Dexiang asked suspiciously, "Oh? You're very familiar with this place, Xiaotian?"

Yang Xiaotian smiled and said, "Sir, this is probably your first time at the Red Flower Brothel!" Seeing Lü Dexiang's silence, he continued:

"Then you must not know, sir, but to be honest, my aunt is Yan Hong, the courtesan of this brothel."

"What! Yan Hong is your aunt..." Lu Dexiang's eyes widened in

disbelief .

Indeed, Yan Hong, the most famous courtesan in the Red Flower Brothel, whose services were so renowned that even spending millions of taels of silver didn't guarantee a night's stay, was actually this

courtesan working in a small brothel? Lu Dexiang simply couldn't believe it.

Lu Dexiang said, "Boy, what nonsense are you spouting now!"

Yang Xiaotian said, "You don't believe me, sir? Then ask Brother Li."

He glanced at Lu Dexiang, who naturally looked at Brother Li, but Brother Li was already too frightened to speak,

only nodding vigorously.

Lü Dexiang turned to Yang Xiaotian with a look of newfound interest, then hesitated. In truth, eight hundred years ago,

he had long desired to be intimate with her, but besides being celibate, Yan Hong was also the old

flame Lü Dexiang couldn't even dream of it unless Yan Hong herself consented.

Lü Dexiang stood there stunned for a moment, his mind filled with thoughts of how to make Yan Hong fall into his arms. Yang Xiaotian noticed this

and suddenly said, "Old Lü, what are you thinking about? Do you also want to meet my aunt?"

Lü Dexiang was startled and before he could answer, Yang Xiaotian continued, "If Old Lü is willing, I

can introduce you." After saying this, Yang Xiaotian suddenly stared directly at Lü Dexiang.

What else could Lü Dexiang possibly be unwilling about? He laughed and said, "Well, Brother Yang really has a way!" He now

completely believed that Yang Xiaotian was Yan Hong's son, so he was promoted from "boy" to "brother Yang," and his tone

became much more gentle.

Yang Xiaotian smiled and nodded in agreement. Lü Dexiang also smiled and asked, "Brother, we've

known each other . Are you doing this today because you need something from me?"

Yang Xiaotian, true to his sycophantic nature, praised Lü Dexiang's discerning eye and said, "Old Lü, you're truly amazing.

It's nothing really, just hoping you could introduce me to someone. If it works out…"

Before he could finish, Lü Dexiang sensed something was wrong and interrupted, "Wait…

what '?"

Yang Xiaotian replied, "Well… as you know, I've been in the village for three years now." " I've always been a

lowly servant. In fact, although I've had enough to eat and wear in the past three years, I haven't earned much money. Now, young master, you

need a swordsman... Didn't you ask me to look for one recently?"

Yang Xiaotian said. Lu Dexiang understood what he meant and thought to himself, "This kid really knows how to seize opportunities.

In a few years, he might even be on my head." He suddenly sighed and became serious, saying, "Xiaotian

, you know young master's temper. Listen to me, the position of swordsman..." Lu Dexiang really wanted to build a relationship,

so in the blink of an eye, he changed "little brother" to "Xiaotian".

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaotian immediately replied confidently, "Don't worry about that, old man.

Don't you remember last time when Yueya'er accidentally broke the young master's favorite bowl? I took the blame,

and the young master didn't say anything, did he? So please feel free to introduce me to her. Anyway, you're quite anxious about this matter."

Actually, Lu Dexiang's words of advice weren't out of pity for Yang Xiaotian. In fact, he just didn't want to ruin the opportunity

for . He thought to himself, "Young Master has already killed three of

his sword servants over trivial matters. If this kid gets killed, it's not a big deal, it'll just be a wasted opportunity to get close to her."

Lu Dexiang was silent for a moment, then advised, "Xiao Tian, you know I've always treated you like a son.

Young Master has a terrible temper; three of his sword servants have already died for offending him over trivial matters.

If you take on this job, and something goes wrong, how can I be at ease?"

"Nonsense! Lu Dexiang, the wicked King of Hell who usually beats people to a pulp over the smallest things,

is actually uneasy?" Yang Xiaotian thought to himself, but on his face he showed a grateful expression. He said, "Old Master Lu, Xiao..."

"I am very grateful for your concern, but you must help me with this matter. I will definitely not disappoint you, and I will not

implicate you..."

Seeing Yang Xiaotian say this, Lü Dexiang remained silent for a long time before finally saying with difficulty, "Alright! Xiaotian

, you are usually quite clever, so I'll let you go. But if anything happens, Xiaotian must know when to leave!"

Hearing Lü Dexiang's agreement, Yang Xiaotian smiled broadly and said, "I understand, thank you, Elder Lü. You are

truly like ..." He licked his lips and suddenly added, "Actually, I know you take good care of me, and I am very

grateful to you. If you are willing, let me become your godfather and serve you."

This kid is clever; he might as well recognize a father figure, making Lü Dexiang think about the relationship himself while also

planning a backer for himself. Lü Dexiang was overjoyed, laughing heartily and exclaiming, "Great!" At this moment, Yang Xiaotian, seeing this,

beckoned to Xiao Li and told him to come over and properly greet her. Xiao Li glanced at Yang Xiaotian and chuckled, "Yes, sir!"

Yang Xiaotian, seeing things going smoothly, secretly chuckled to himself, his face beaming with joy. Meanwhile

, Lü Dexiang happily followed Xiao Li to see Yan Hong, while Yang Xiaotian

went alone towards the inner courtyard of the Red Flower Brothel. He knew the way well and soon arrived outside the master's room. Yang Xiaotian stopped, and

as soon as he stopped, he heard the sound of water coming from inside. Without thinking, he quietly opened the door.

Yang Xiaotian had spent his childhood mingling in this place, and was intimately familiar with all sorts of tricks and schemes. A simple door lock was nothing to him.

He tiptoed in, and through the semi-transparent screen, he saw a voluptuous

and beautiful figure, and a surge of desire

welled up inside him. He quietly circled the screen and saw a large wooden tub where a beautiful woman was washing

herself with her back to him. Before the woman could notice, Xiaotian boldly reached forward, wrapped his hands around her neck, and placed them

directly on her full, round breasts, his face lightly kissing and rubbing against hers.

Strangely enough, Yang Xiaotian's flirtatious behavior did not arouse the beautiful woman's anger or dissatisfaction. On the contrary, the beautiful woman let

him do as he pleased , and she said softly, "Xiaotian, you've finally come back to see your godmother, haven't you?"

Yang Xiaotian said, "Yes! Godmother... Tian'er has come to see you!" As he called her godmother, he suddenly squeezed her hand twice,

which made the woman chuckle a few times.

The beautiful woman said, "Little Tian, you're here. It's been a few days. Why are you being so improper? Is Junlin Manor

a good place to stay?"

Seeing her question, Yang Xiaotian let go of her hand, quickly took off his clothes, and casually replied, "It's great

! Plenty of food and clothes. And recently I've found a new father!"

The beautiful woman said, "Father? You mean that old fellow Lü Dexiang?"

Yang Xiaotian exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Mother, how did you know?"

The beautiful woman laughed, "Your godmother raised you from a young age, how could I not know what you're thinking, you little rascal? Besides,

I founded this Red Flower Brothel." "How could I not know what happened inside!"

Yang Xiaotian laughed. "As expected, you still can't hide it from your mother."

The beautiful woman turned around and saw him undressing. She reached out to help him and said, "I'm telling you, Xiaotian,

I didn't let you learn martial arts, all for your own good. You should know that your biological father and godfather died because of that martial arts..."

Seeing her nagging, Yang Xiaotian couldn't help but interrupt, "Mother, I

agree that Father died because of martial arts, but I think he died because he didn't learn it properly. That little martial arts wasn't even enough to carry someone's shoes.

His sacrifice was inevitable."

"You're full of twisted logic!" The beautiful woman rolled her eyes at him and helped him undress. Yang Xiaotian then sat

in the bathtub. The woman said, "Come, let me wash your back."

Seeing Yang Xiaotian nod and turn away, she continued, "Xiaotian'er, you're almost twenty this year, it's about

time you got married. What, have you taken a fancy to any girl, or are you going to pick a virgin from your godmother's place?"

Yang Xiaotian turned back and said, "Godmother, about my marriage... " " Take your time, there's no rush."

The beautiful woman said, "How can there be no rush? Are you going to rely on me for the rest of your life? Or do you already have someone you like

? Which family's daughter is she? Is it that girl I saw last time, the one called Crescent Moon or something? Hmm... she 's fair and

plump, with a nice face, she'd be a suitable wife for our Xiaotian..."

Seeing her getting so excited, Yang Xiaotian turned around to face her, and began to pinch and knead her body, saying:

"Mother, don't worry. Xiaotian won't think of anyone else now that he has you. Even if he takes a fancy to another girl, he won't treat her

like a treasure..."

The beautiful woman laughed, "Look at you, boy, so handsome, and yet you have such a sweet tongue. I wonder

how many . Isn't it a bit too early to say that?"

Yang Xiaotian laughed, "Not too early, not too early." He moved closer to the beautiful woman, suddenly

lifted , and then leaned forward slightly, saying, "Mother, do you miss me? I've been thinking about you these past few days, especially when

I think of your beautiful body, my heart itches!"

The beautiful woman, hearing him say something increasingly outrageous, glared at him and scolded him lightly, "You're not a child anymore, why are you always looking for

your old mother?" "I'm happy, hurry up and come in, let Mother have some fun." As she said this, Yang Xiaotian suddenly

thrust forward with force, eliciting a joyful moan from the beautiful woman. "Hmm... my little Tian'er has not only grown up, but this

has also grown a lot. In a while, I think my little temple will soon be too big to contain little Tian'er's big Buddha."

Yang Xiaotian said while thrusting, "Mother is joking. No

matter how big this thing of mine is, it has grown up with Mother. Besides, Mother is 'renovating' this thing every day, so the temple shouldn't be too small."

Yang Xiaotian was rambling on, but his lower body kept thrusting all the way in. He had

been here since he was a child, and his skills in bed were second to none. He had long been adept at the three-float-one-sink, nine-shallow-one-deep teasing techniques, but

Xiao Tian knew that they were completely useless against this beautiful woman in her prime. What she wanted was for him to thrust hard again and again

until his penis was inside her flesh.

At this moment, the beautiful woman also cooperated by holding onto the edge of the bucket and said intermittently, "Hmph...Hmph...This is really killing me...You

little brat, you like it more and more...to be intimate with me...Ugh...If I had known...you little brat...back then...

Hmph...I wouldn't have taught you this skill..."

Yang Xiaotian panted, "Ha...Ha...That won't do...In the future...when my martial arts are high enough...I'll have more wives

and I'll need to use it. Besides, you are the legendary Evil King...If you refuse to pass on your martial arts, how can I let...it

be lost..." At this moment, with his lower body erect, his hands were not idle, constantly squeezing and

playing .

The two were making love passionately inside the wooden tub, the water churning and splashing. The beautiful woman moaned,

saying, "Ah...ah...what are you saying...treating me...as a treasure...and the girl...as grass...I really don't

know...what do you want to do with your martial arts...are you going to become...some kind of hero...?"

Yang Xiaotian chuckled dryly, "If I master martial arts, I certainly won't become some kind of hero, but I could be

like ..."

He looked smug, but before he could finish speaking, the beautiful woman suddenly stopped, her eyes widening as

she shouted , "What?! You want to become a lecherous thief!"

Seeing her like this, Yang Xiaotian realized something was wrong and, before the beautiful woman could get angry, hurriedly explained:

"No, Auntie, Tian'er meant just like his biological father, hehe...hehehe." He chuckled dryly a few times.

Yang said this, but in his heart he was thinking, "What? He's just a fake phoenix himself, running

a brothel under your husband's name. I thought there was nothing wrong with a son following in his father's footsteps!"

Seeing that the beautiful woman's expression had softened considerably, Yang Xiaotian chuckled again and focused on continuing. He said:

"How could I become a lecher? I can't follow in my father's footsteps, Mother, you agree...right?"

The beautiful woman rolled her eyes at her and said, "I'm telling you, Xiaotian, don't become a lecher. You know your

godfather was stabbed to death by a woman because he became a lecher. The Evil King, the number one master of the evil sect, humph!

What's the use of high martial arts skills? He still got stabbed to death, leaving us behind."

Yang Xiaotian saw the beautiful woman say... Finally, overcome with sadness, he suddenly thrust hard,

causing the beautiful woman to cry out. Yang Xiaotian chuckled, "Mother, don't be sad, you still have Xiaotian!"

Seeing his comfort, the woman's tears turned to laughter. She said, "Yes, yes, my precious son. Oh, right, I didn't see clearly

just now . Let go of me, stand up and let me have a good look."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaotian reluctantly released her delicate body and stood up. His physique wasn't particularly

strong, but his penis was as large as a baby's arm.

"Tsk...tsk...tsk, I knew it! Our Xiaotian looks so much bigger than that old ghost! I wonder which girl will be so lucky

in the future ..." the woman praised.

Xiao Tian looked innocent and said, "Mother... why are you bringing this up again? Are you really in such a hurry for your wife?"

The beautiful woman didn't answer. She chuckled lightly, then slapped Xiao Tian hard on the bottom,

making him wince . The beautiful woman said, "Alright, go back to your room. I've had enough."

Yang Xiao Tian was taken aback. He hadn't expected that the woman who usually devoured him so ravenously would

let him go so quickly today.

"What's wrong? You can't bear to part with your mother?" Seeing Xiao Tian's absent-mindedness, the beautiful woman smiled mysteriously and said, "Go back to your

room and sleep today. I'm a little tired!"

Xiao Tian came back to his senses and said, "Mother, is it my period today...?"

The beautiful woman rolled her eyes at him and said, "You little devil... I'm fine. Don't think too much. Go on." After saying that

, she got up to help him wipe his body and then helped him get dressed.

After getting dressed, Xiao Tian was still bewildered. The beautiful woman said, "Go quickly, go quickly. Mother is really tired and

wants to rest. Go to sleep; something good will happen tomorrow morning."

Yang Xiao Tian still couldn't understand, but then he was pushed out of the room. He stood there stunned for a while, then shook his head.

He was indeed a little tired, especially since the effects of the Wanxing Jiemi Pill had worn off, and the effects of the Qianbei Nu'er Hong wine were also

kicking in He had no choice but to go back to his room. So, he slowly walked to his bed, went inside, took off his outer clothes, pulled back

the curtain, and, ignoring the bulging blankets, lay down and fell asleep.

In the morning, a ray of sunlight shone in, and before it even reached the round table in the room, Yang Xiaotian turned over and slowly

woke up. At first, he smelled a fragrance, and then, in a hazy state, his hands seemed to touch two soft objects.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a pair of bright red lips breathing on him, their breath reeking of alcohol. The alcohol looked so familiar,

just like yesterday's Daughter's Red wine…

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