Reversal of Crimson Beauty and Bloodstained Purple: A Tale of Madness and Suffering Author: Mao Ni Becomes My Master 13

Prologue

In 1190 AD, the sixty-third year of the Southern Song Dynasty, the frail and sickly Emperor Guangzong Zhao Dun ascended the throne, with power falling into the hands of Empress Li and Princess Zhao Lin'er.

Meanwhile, the Jin Dynasty in the north, under the rule of Emperor Zhangzong Yan Jing, was gradually declining, with Han Chinese frequently launching uprisings and the remnants of the Khitan tribes also stirring.

Further afield, on the vast desert, Genghis Khan, the great conqueror, was rising, [full text] striving to unify the Mongol tribes.

That year, the nine stars aligned, and the Milky Way seemed to sense the impending sea of blood and killing intent that would engulf the land.

The flow of time was torn apart by an unseen force, flowing in two different directions.

The people living on this land were unaware that the river within them had already split.

The ancient war between good and evil, beneath the calm surface of the river, was already tense, both sides seemingly gaining new power from the impact of the water.

A song of darkness.

Chapter One: The Annihilation of a Clan and Wine

Jiangnan West Road, outside Hongzhou City.

A light drizzle fell on the plum ridge in spring, while the bright sunshine still shone on the clear waves of Poyang Lake.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west—a truly exquisite scene. Springtime in Jiangnan was perfect for drinking.

The young master of the Demon Sect, Zi Kuang, elegantly held a wine cup, his exquisite face reflected in it. The drizzle created tiny ripples in the cup, but the aroma of the wine was even more intense.

His mood was as pleasant as the spring rain, the wine, and the sunshine, and as carefree as his name.

Before the white jade table sat three other youths of similar age.

Dressed in black, even more handsome than Zi Kuang, like a demon descended to earth, was Qin Yu, the vice sect leader of the Tianxing Sect. He and Lu Yun, the former head of the Yi Garden, were once known as the "Foolish Clouds and Rainy Rain," a famous pair of handsome young men in the martial arts world. The red-clad youth with strong features and a tall, imposing figure is Tang Long, the eldest son of Tang Jia, the leader of the Tang Clan.

Interestingly, Zhang Aoxue, the current head of the Yi Garden and one of the Seven Colors of Beauty, who is newly engaged to Zi Kuang, was once the fiancée of Lu Yun, Qin Yu's close friend. However, after Lu Yun's death, the Yi Garden lacked any capable experts, forcing Zhang Aoxue to join the Demonic Sect, risking her own life in the process. Zi Kuang, as the young master of the Demonic Sect, is not lacking in beautiful women, but to have one of the renowned Seven Colors of Beauty in his household is enough to make him arrogant and conceited.

The remaining youth, dressed in a blue dragon-patterned outfit, is less striking than the other three, but he can still be described as a handsome young man.

He is a young hero from humble beginnings, a rising star in the land, the lover of the royal princess Zhao Lin'er, and the nineteen-year-old Commander of Jinghu South Road, Long Aotian.

Therefore, even though the other three were all extraordinary individuals, they still had to treat him with respect.

"This wine, though strong, lacks a certain killing intent, it's not quite as delicious. If a virgin's passionate blood were mixed in..." Long Aotian slowly said.

Zi Kuang, hearing this, smiled gracefully, "That sounds interesting, but the Demonic Sect's actions have their reasons. If they indiscriminately kill the innocent, they'll likely become the target of public criticism."

Long Aotian laughed heartily, "Brother Zi, are you being pedantic, or are you playing dumb? We reside at the pinnacle of heaven and earth, wielding the power of life and death. Making an innocent person guilty and deserving of death is just a matter of a gesture, a word!"

With that, he slammed a jade jar on the table, breaking the seal, and the aroma of wine immediately wafted out!

The fragrance carried a hint of sweet, fishy odor, giving it a strange yet alluring feel.

Long Aotian first poured himself a full cup; the wine was blood-red, like vermilion agate, reflecting the sunlight with a shimmering glow.

After the three finished their drinks, Long Aotian poured more for them. Tang Long, impatient as ever, took the first big gulp and exclaimed, "Excellent wine!"

Zi Kuang nodded, "Is it truly virgin blood? Indeed, it's extraordinary. The blood from the heart seems even more exquisite than the original red."

Long Aotian patted his chest and said, "Genuine, no doubt about it!"

"Where did it come from?" Qin Yu asked. He was quiet and reserved, but he and Long Aotian were already quite familiar with each other. It was he who introduced Long Aotian to Zi Kuang and Tang Long this time.

"That brat from the Cao family in Leizhou has been blind lately, groping my woman. So I dealt with his entire family. It's a pity that so many tender young girls committed suicide. I didn't waste it, though; I collected their blood while it was still hot..."

Long Aotian spoke with great pride, as if wiping out an entire family was an extremely wonderful thing.

Zi Kuang and the other two couldn't help but laugh, "Interesting, very interesting!"

In the miasma-filled forests of Lingnan, Cao Leimou wept silently, tears streaming down

his face. The torrential rain blurred the lines between his tears and the raindrops.

The blood on his body had been washed away by the downpour, but the bloodstains on his clothes appeared even more vivid.

He hated himself for drinking that damned jar of Maotai, hated that arrogant beast, hated that damned whore…

He had only seen a beautiful woman while drunk, approached her, and made a slightly frivolous remark, only to be punched bloody by the young man beside her, barely managing to escape.

Everyone has an appreciation for beauty, but Cao Leimou was raised with strict discipline, and upon sobering up, he immediately regretted his actions. At the time, he naturally didn't know that this was just the beginning of a tragedy.

Three days later, while he was hunting outside the city, his old steward arrived on horseback, telling him that the Cao family had been raided… and the crime was colluding with pirates, a capital offense punishable by execution of the entire family.

Immediately, an arrow pierced the old steward's chest, and he too embarked on a long journey of escape.

Along the way, he learned the details. The ignorant people truly believed that the Leizhou militia commander, who loved his soldiers like his own children and often gave alms to the poor, and that his entire family were criminals who had colluded with pirates to plunder their homes. Their assessment of the Cao family's suicide was: "They got off too easily."

Cao Leimou's heart bled when he heard these words.

But he knew that suicide was the best choice. Otherwise, their fate would be that all adult men would be executed by slow slicing, the women sent to the brothel, and the boys under fifteen given as slaves to meritorious officials.

The royal princess Zhao Lin'er was known for her ruthlessness, and Long Aotian would show no mercy.

Cao Leimou vowed never to touch a drop of alcohol again.

He was unaware that his sister's blood had already flowed into someone else's wine cup, and into his personal maid, Yun'er. He was unaware that his enemy, Long Aotian, was joyfully sharing wine brewed from the blood of his loved ones!

At this moment, his eyes turned bloodshot, and from this day forward, his primary task was summed up in two words:

Revenge!

If even a mangy dog could ride a dragon, he wouldn't hesitate to cut it down, even if it meant paying a heavy price.

When he was a young boy learning martial arts, his father had told him that to survive, he had to be more ruthless than his enemies. Faced with relentless pursuit, he was ruthless enough to survive, leaving behind 132 corpses—21 more than the number of victims in the Cao family.

Heaven's justice was no longer reliable; only his own hands could be trusted!

Chapter Two: White Jade Pool, Spring Water Rippling.

At the table, host and guests chatted merrily.

However, Long Aotian had no intention of siding with the Demonic Sect, and Zi Kuang was in no hurry. Someone as successful and ambitious as Long Aotian wouldn't hastily choose a side; this was merely a preliminary effort to build rapport for future plans. After

drinking several cups of old wine mixed with virgin blood, Zi Kuang's face flushed. Although he had maintained a graceful smile and waved goodbye at the lower table, the cold evening wind made him feel increasingly hot.

He brought his long fingers to his lips and whistled. A giant bird, over ten feet tall, descended from the sky, its body golden, shaped like an eagle, except for a crimson crown on its head, resembling a phoenix's crest.

This was an ancient, exotic lightning bird, born with the power of thunder, capable of traveling at incredible speeds, covering tens of thousands of miles a day. However, this bird was extremely difficult to tame; even the prestigious Demonic Sect only possessed five or six of them.

On the bird's back lay a naked woman, her body as white as mutton-fat jade, without a single flaw.

This woman was Bai Xinyu, Zi Kuang's personal maid. Though not stunningly beautiful, she possessed a captivating charm and allure, coupled with a beautiful body that was utterly alluring.

Although Zi Kuang had slept with her countless times, upon seeing her after drinking, he couldn't help but swallow hard and chuckle, "Xin'er, have you been waiting so long? Did you miss your master?"

Bai Xinyu's expression was wistful, her eyes alluring, "Yes, this maid misses your master's..." At this point, she seemed to blush with shyness, and fell silent.

Zi Kuang's heart skipped a beat. He drew a soft whip and lashed it hard across Bai Xinyu's plump buttocks, shouting, "What do you want? Speak! I'll give it to you if you speak, otherwise, only this whip will do!"

The whip left a striking red mark on Bai Xinyu's snowy buttocks, and she cried out in pain, her eyes filled with tears, her vision blurring. She gasped, "This servant wants Master's... stick..."

Zi Kuang's face was smug. He slapped the lightning bird, and the large bird soared into the sky. On its broad back, he pressed Bai Xinyu down abruptly, and without any foreplay, began his vigorous assault.

Bai Xinyu, still in pain, was instantly relieved by her master's sword entering her body. She uttered sweet, seductive words, begging for pleasure, truly a wanton harlot.

Bai Xinyu had one major drawback: her skin was too tender, and her vagina wasn't tight. Initially, fueled by alcohol, Zi Kuang thrust roughly into her vagina, his hands squeezing and kneading her white vulva, finding it smooth and pleasurable. However, after a while, it began to loosen.

Sweating, Zi Kuang sobered up somewhat and changed his position, sitting up and pulling a dark object from his pouch. He then spread Bai Xinyu's anus with both hands and inserted the head of the object.

Bai Xinyu was horrified and cried out, "Master…this is…"

"A loach…" Zi Kuang lewdly chuckled. Loaches love to burrow, and Bai Xinyu's anus, which he had explored several times, was perfect for this purpose.

The loach, slippery as it was, seemed to experience pleasure as it pressed against Bai Xinyu's soft sphincter muscles, and began to burrow deeper.

"No..." Bai Xinyu cried out softly, her voice weak and powerless. Zi Kuang laughed heartily, using his inner strength to urge the mudfish deeper inside.

Stimulated from behind, Bai Xinyu trembled violently, and her front tightened as well, gripping Zi Kuang's member tightly. The warm, slippery sensation of spring water mingled with the sensation on his glans, a truly amazing and pleasurable feeling.

The lightning bird below let out an unhappy shriek, as if to say, "You two can do it, but don't get my beautiful back dirty.

" "Little bitch, your horny spot is getting tight..." Zi Kuang teased.

"Please... Master, stop..." Bai Xinyu's face flushed red, her eyes glazed over.

The mudfish disappeared in the blink of an eye, rushing deeper into her intestines, while Zi Kuang's thrusts became even more frenzied and pleasurable, drops of sweat falling and mingling with the fragrant sweat on Bai Xinyu's body.

Bai Xinyu, the little maid, was ultimately unable to withstand the onslaught. After being fucked by Zi Kuang for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she let out a cry and ejaculated profusely, feeling as if her bones and muscles had melted away. Zi Kuang, fueled by alcohol, was wild and unrestrained, and his seminal vesicles were also flushed as he was overwhelmed by the spring water, spraying out and filling her tender orifice.

Bai Xinyu lay on the bird's back, her face flushed, her whole body limp, as if all her bones had been drained away.

Her lower abdomen was still rising and falling, and the loach was still burrowing inside, treating it as its beautiful nest.

Zi Kuang suddenly smelled a strange odor and saw Bai Xinyu's expression gradually contorting. He hurriedly grabbed her pair of jade legs, lifted her up, and placed her on the edge of the bird's body.

This bird senior was no ordinary creature. Although Zi Kuang was the young master of the Demon Sect, he dared not let Bai Xinyu soil it with excrement and urine. If it didn't get angry, it would be truly bad.

Bai Xinyu felt ashamed, yet utterly powerless. A gust of wind blew, and instinctively, her rectum squeezed open, revealing a gaping hole. Endless yellow mud mixed with the mudfish splattered down from a thousand feet above, amidst the vast clouds. Her four beautiful lips trembled, and a stream of yellowish urine gushed out like a waterfall.

Zi Kuang, witnessing this filthy scene, felt a strange pleasure welling up within him. After Bai Xinyu finished, he tossed her some toilet paper, but she was too weak to move. She could only endure the filth, lying on the bird's back.

The Demon Sect's headquarters was on the banks of the Han River; for the lightning bird, the journey from Hongzhou was only a little over half an hour. Zi Kuang's lust was not yet satisfied, but Bai Xinyu's body was too delicate. If he exerted too much force, he feared he would kill her. He had no choice but to withdraw.

As they neared their destination, Bai Xinyu finally caught her breath, wiped herself clean, and dressed. She was about to call Zi Kuang to wait for her, but Zi Kuang had already leaped off the bird's back from a height of ten zhang and vanished without a trace.

Mist rose, water vapor filled the air, and within the white jade pool, the hot spring water was smooth and silky!

An Biru held a fragrant pancreas, gently and meticulously rubbing and massaging her plump, jade-like body. Her fair skin seemed even brighter and more lustrous than the white jade that formed the pool.

The passage of time had left no trace of age on her thirty-something body; it had only made her more alluring and sexy, exuding the charm of a mature beauty.

No wonder, the four Holy Maidens of the Demonic Sect were all selected through extremely rigorous procedures, possessing extraordinary physiques. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to cultivate the Demonic Sect's secret Holy Demon Maiden Technique. This technique is not only a top-tier combined attack method in the world, but it also preserves youth and agelessness. Those who cultivate it remain as young as twenty-year-old girls even at the end of their lives.

She was caressing her soft, plump body, her mind and heart both hazy from being immersed in the pool water, when suddenly she heard a gust of wind, the water mist instantly dissipated, and a slight ripple appeared on the surface of the pool.

An Biru was startled, then understood. Besides herself, only one other person possessed the key to her Fragrant Abode. This person was not the Demonic Sect Master, Zi Shuai Dai, but his son, the handsome and charming young master known throughout the world.

"You little rascal..." An Biru's eyes were like water as she scolded him, her red lips moving, revealing a breathtakingly alluring charm.

Zi Kuang, however, was burning with impatience. He ripped off his clothes and plunged into the pool. His claws, like flying dragons, reached out and grabbed An Biru's two ample breasts, chuckling, "They've grown even bigger. If I could really deflower you one day and play with you properly, wouldn't you become a cantaloupe?"

An Biru, her breasts pinched by his skillful teasing, let out a soft cry, her voice full of mature feminine charm. But she immediately snorted and scolded, "Aren't you afraid your father will castrate you? Go ahead and do it." The

four Holy Maidens of the Demon Sect are connected to the Heavenly Demon Array that guards the mountain gate. They can only be broken by the sect leader in one night after they all reach the age of forty, and then replaced with Holy Maidens. Before that, they must remain virgins.

Zi Kuang, thinking of such an alluring beauty who would ultimately benefit his old man, felt a surge of displeasure and said, "Then... can't we do it from the back?"

"It's the same yin and yang fusion, breaking the energy flow, what's the difference between it and the front?" An Biru scoffed.

Zi Kuang sighed helplessly, but his Vajra Pestle had already risen majestically, proudly displaying its power to An Biru in the water.

An Biru smiled sweetly, her beauty enchanting, and immediately submerged her jade-like hands in the water, grasping Zi Kuang's long halberd and kneading it with a silk-reeling force.

Her soft, long, and warm hands appeared even more slippery in the water. An Biru, with a wonderful rhythm, stroked and kneaded Zi Kuang's increasingly long and thick Dragon King's Hammer with her palms and fingers, sometimes as gentle as a dream, sometimes as rapid as a drumbeat, her fingertips like plucking strings on a zither, tapping back and forth on the head of his penis, and occasionally tending to his groin.

Her two round, melon-like breasts hung naturally like water bags, trembling and brushing against Zi Kuang's chest. Her two rosy nipples gradually swelled, teasing his most sensitive nerves. The beauty's two long, white legs were bent backward, their suppleness unimaginable, her crimson toes delicately touching Zi Kuang's buttocks.

Zi Kuang trembled, almost ejaculating under An Biru's magical manipulations. But he was an expert in this area; he held back, and his hands kneaded An Biru's snow-white breasts even more joyfully, as if the jade rabbits were about to melt and slip away in his hands.

"Oh..." An Biru groaned softly, her voice trembling, "You little devil who's killing me..."

Her pretty face flushed crimson, glancing sideways at Zi Kuang, her eyes and brows filled with a captivating, seductive allure.

Zi Kuang was secretly pleased, his fingers moving even more merrily. His left hand alternately swirled and circled her large breasts, the pressure varying, making the pair of ice-cold peaks spin around. His right hand, however, caressed the smooth curve of An Biru's back, tracing down her alluring, satin-like skin, pressing down on her rounded buttocks with his palm.

Under this dual assault, An Biru cried out incessantly, quickly climaxing, her vaginal fluids seeping into the pool, making it slightly murky.

"Are you comfortable, sister?" Zi Kuang teased wickedly, "You didn't faint from Xu's lewdness, did you?"

An Biru's delicate body trembled slightly, her fair skin flushed pink, and she murmured softly, "You...you're courting death! I'm not that weak."

Zi Kuang laughed loudly, and with both palms out, he pressed An Biru down to the bottom of the
pool, and with a twist of his body, his penis plunged into An Biru's red and moist mouth, which was as beautiful as a fragrant flower.

An Biru let out a soft cry, and before she could dodge, the spirit turtle was brought to her lips, its slightly salty heat instantly making her dizzy and her soul involuntarily aroused. She opened her red lips and gently took the spirit turtle into her mouth.

Zi Kuang pressed his entire body down, his back slightly arched, so that his lips could reach An Biru's private parts.

He saw the mature beauty's pubic hair swaying like seaweed in a spring, appearing soft and beautiful. Her snowy mounds were as round as steamed buns, the most alluring entrance to her vagina. The tightly squeezed vulva was red and tender, like rouge, truly indescribably lewd and tempting. Zi Kuang

couldn't help but feel dizzy and mesmerized, but because he couldn't immediately have his way with her, a sense of loss arose in his heart.

At this very moment, An Biru had already taken most of his erect penis into her mouth, sucking on it like a vagina. Her mouth was filled with warm, fragrant saliva, and her little snake was incredibly obedient, sometimes rubbing against the tip of his penis, sometimes circling it. The sensation was delicate and soothing, penetrating straight to her soul, causing Zi Kuang to tremble involuntarily. His groin twitched, and he hurriedly extended his tongue, parting the soft pubic hair, and teasing An Biru's beautiful vulva.

An Biru instantly trembled all over, her skin turning even redder, but she was tightly pressed down by Zi Kuang, her lips holding his penis. She could neither move nor make a sound, and her body was instantly aroused. Her breasts, squeezed by Zi Kuang's abdomen, melted instantly, and she couldn't help but moan softly, a sound that captivated the heart.

Because they were in the water, the two could only rely on the chakra technique, breathing like fish. This made An Biru's moans sound uniquely ethereal, possessing a subtle and exquisite flavor, a mixture of resentment and longing, carrying three parts shyness yet containing seven parts pleasure and allure. Hearing this, Zi Kuang's heart burned even hotter. With a flick of his tongue, he pried open An Biru's labia and slipped into her vagina.

His penis, at that moment, grew even larger, thrusting forcefully until it reached An Biru's throat, causing the beauty to let out a soft moan.

The soft, delicate flesh of her throat was incomparably beautiful, instantly giving Zi Kuang an unparalleled sense of pleasure. His tongue churned within An Biru's opening like a raging dragon stirring the sea, savoring the slightly sweet, pungent nectar and feeling the squeezing suction of the shallow valley.

An Biru, however, felt uncomfortable and struggled. Her beautiful hair floated and flew in the water like a black waterfall, but her delicate body was powerless. She could only let Zi Kuang thrust into her throat more than ten times before ejaculating, sending warm semen gushing into An Biru's esophagus. Meanwhile,

her beautiful orifice, after being licked and teased by Zi Kuang, also gave way and gushed out, with waves of water gushing from the bottom of the pool. Warm, oily fluid sprayed onto Zi Kuang's cheek, like jam and honey.

At this moment, An Biru finally mustered her strength, pushed Zi Kuang away, and suddenly emerged from the water, gagging as she said, "You little devil, do you want to kill me?"

Zi Kuang saw her hair dripping with water, each drop making her look like a bewitching water nymph, her face flushed, her soft and weak expression making her appear even more mature and alluring. He felt an immense surge of pleasure, and abruptly lifted her voluptuous, soft body, placing her on the edge of the pool. He then pressed himself against her full, snow-white body from the opposite direction.

He brought his head close to An Biru's crotch, glancing down. Below, her pale reddish-yellow anus, its folds made even more delicate by the water, appeared incredibly alluring against the backdrop of her snow-white, pinkish buttocks. It trembled gently with the trembling of her body, as if awaiting to be plucked.

Zi Kuang let out a heavy breath, then lowered his head and covered her lips with his, sucking fiercely on her secret place, his tongue exploring its depths.

An Biru, who had just finished playing with Zi Kuang's erect penis, was now completely hard. Her penis, still erect, was suddenly attacked, and she cried out, "Xu, not there!" While

she verbally resisted, the sucking of Zi Kuang's mouth on her anus caused her whole body to tremble, a surge of pleasure welling up inside her, exploding like lightning and flowing uncontrollably like a flood.

Zi Kuang kissed her hard, making a loud "pop" sound, before releasing her and laughing lewdly, "If Sister Biru kisses me too, we're even." He then pressed his lips to hers again, this time using his tongue to pull and push between her anus and her vulva, creating a glistening trail of moisture.

An Biru, her heart trembling from Zi Kuang's licking, felt a wave of dizziness. Hearing Zi Kuang's words, she seemed bewitched, pressing her lips to his anus and chrysanthemum, while her hands worked even harder on his penis and scrotum.

The two playfully teased each other, and soon their battle reached the brink of climax. An Biru's buttocks trembled uncontrollably from Zi Kuang's teasing, her anus blinked incessantly, and she couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart, a hidden sorrow and resentment rising within her. A burst of breath erupted.

However, An Biru was the Agarwood Saintess, one of the four holy maidens of the Demon Sect, and she cultivated the Heavenly Fragrance Demon Art. Not only was her nectar slightly sweet, but even the dark aura she released was subtly fragrant. Zi Kuang couldn't help but feel the beauty filling his nostrils, penetrating his lungs and lungs. He took a deep, satisfying inhalation, while the spirit turtle could no longer withstand An Biru's palm and finger techniques, and it gushed out, splashing between An Biru's jade hands and cheek, a sticky white spray.

Zi Kuang gasped for breath before moving away, scooping water to wash An Biru's face. They shared a long kiss before separating. Zi Kuang kneaded An Biru's plump buttocks, laughing, "Biru, who won this time?"

An Biru lay on the ground, whimpering, before finally saying, "I can still move, how can I determine a winner?"

Zi Kuang bit his lip, saying, "Since that's the case, in a few years, I'll definitely fuck you to death, make you, this little slut, ecstatic, until your heart is blooming, your soul completely rotten, then you'll see my skill..."

An Biru blushed, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's awful."

"If I don't tease you like this, how can I teach the seductive and alluring An Biru to remember Xu in her heart?" Zi Kuang said softly, his eyes filled with a captivating charm that could bewitch any woman in the world.

An Biru trembled upon hearing this, almost losing control again. Zi Kuang, however, finally felt completely satisfied and refreshed by the mature beauty. He dressed and quietly left the Saintess's Abode.

Chapter Three: Secret Meeting

Tianxiang Tower, Mingyue Palace.

The brilliant moonlight of the night illuminated the endless glazed tiles like flowing moonlight.

Tianxiang Tower was not only the largest brothel in Jiangning Prefecture, but also an unparalleled haven of pleasure. Naturally, it occupied a vast area, with four five-story auxiliary buildings at the corners. Mingyue Palace, nestled within, occupied several acres and stood seven stories high, its exquisite magnificence surpassing even the imperial palace!

Yet even the imperial court dared not punish Tianxiang Tower for its transgression. The reason was simple: behind Tianxiang Tower was an immense and unparalleled power—the Demonic Sect.

Tonight, the area below was bustling with noise, but the rooftop of Mingyue Palace was remarkably quiet; the commotion below could not reach the summit.

Zi Shuai Dai, the current leader of the Demonic Sect, stood facing the window, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the bright moon and reminiscing about the past. The moonlight illuminated his face,

revealing a heroic and domineering air. More than twenty years ago, it was in this very building that he had killed Bu Feiyan, the most beautiful courtesan in the land, with his spear. Her beauty stained the white silk, an indescribable scene of alluring fragrance. Bu Feiyan,

who had countless suitors at the time, chose him, a then-unknown young man, without any promises, thus securing her a lifetime of glory and making Tianxiang Tower, which hadn't even been able to dominate Jiangning, famous throughout the land.

Back then, for his beloved wife, Zi Shuai Dai had personally supervised the renovation of Tianxiang Tower, even resorting to ruthless methods, wiping out several families of townspeople who refused to relinquish their land.

Recalling the extravagant spending of that time, Zi Shuai Dai still felt immense pride.

He let out a triumphant whistle, the sound carrying from the window like the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, echoing far and wide.

The woman below trembled, moved from her position, and coughed violently.

Seeing the beauty choke on his spear and no longer diligently serving him, Zi Shuai Dai wasn't angry. He turned his head, his gaze shifting slightly. The woman serving him was named Yuan Yuan, a renowned beauty of the Tianxiang Pavilion, but compared to Bu Feiyan, who had become Zi Shuai Dai's principal wife, she was like sand compared to a pearl.

A tall, thin, middle-aged man and a disheveled, fat man, each understanding the situation, removed their "things" from the woman's vagina and anus.

"Today, I still win," Zi Shuai Dai said proudly, glancing at their "things" and then down at his own spear.

The chubby Blood Shadow Sect Master, Gao Xiaosong, immediately said, "The Holy Demon Lord is magnificent and unparalleled; I am no match for him." "Holy Demon" was the title of the Demon Sect Master.

The Blood Shadow Sect was founded hundreds of years earlier than the Demonic Sect, but currently, the Demonic Sect holds sway in the underworld, creating a powerful and restrictive environment. For Gao Xiaosong to achieve anything significant, he would inevitably have to yield to Zi Shuai Dai.

Then, Gao Xiaosong turned to Duanmu Tianlong and laughed, "The Heavenly Evil Sect Master probably couldn't perform at his best today because he wasn't dealing with your precious daughter, right?"

Duanmu Tianlong felt a surge of anger upon hearing this. His wife, Duanmu Fengwu, was actually his illegitimate daughter. This was no secret among the underworld elites, but Gao Xiaosong's mockery and obsequiousness towards Zi Shuai Dai nearly provoked Duanmu Tianlong into a rage.

At this moment, a woman leaning against the corner of the bed spoke up: "You're bullying these little girls, which shows no skill. Why don't you all come and fight me..."

This girl had a baby face and looked to be no more than fifteen years old, but her voluptuous figure and sensual features surpassed even those of a mature woman. Her voice was coquettish, and her eyes and brows were filled with endless allure.

Upon hearing this, Zi Shuai Dai smiled slightly: "You, the Xuan Yin Sect Master, have seven orifices in your body, including your breasts, all of which are for exploiting and draining people. We still have business to discuss today. If I exhaust you with my body, how can we discuss our plans? It's not too late to deal with you after the sect masters of the four major demonic sects have finalized their plans."

This woman was none other than the current Xuan Yin Sect Master, Gong He Xueyin. The Xuan Yin Sect had a deep connection with Japan, so it was not surprising that Gong He Xueyin, who had three-quarters Japanese blood, sat in this position of sect master.

Though she appeared young and innocent, her demonic arts were world-shaking. Her mastery of the art of absorbing vital essence was comparable to that of Xiao Xun'er, the Green Fairy of the Seven Colors. Countless lustful men had perished beneath her beautiful skin.

Zi Shuai Dai smiled slightly, pulled up his trousers, took out a drawing, and spread it on the ground, saying, "Not bad, but business is more important."

The drawing was a map of the current landscape, every stroke a deep crimson, drawn entirely in blood.

Gao Xiaosong, the sect leader of the Blood Shadow Sect, was extremely sensitive to blood. He immediately sniffed it, asking, "Was this drawing made with the fresh blood of virgins?"

"Indeed," Zi Shuai Dai said arrogantly, his words like shattered gold and jade, sending chills down everyone

's spines. The others gasped in astonishment. Such a large drawing, depicting the entire Nine Provinces in such detail—how many virgins must have been defiled to create it? The Demonic Sect's strength was indeed formidable.

Unbeknownst to them, although the Demonic Sect was wealthy, they felt it was a waste to gather hundreds of virgins just to paint a single picture. So they captured a maid named Xie Na and had 365 strong men rape her for a whole year. During the day, they used a secret Demonic Sect drug to regenerate her vaginal muscles, finally collecting enough blood to create this scroll.

Moreover, this maid was never a virgin; she was an old maid with a son over twenty years old… Because of her year of hard work, her son, Zhang Jie, was promoted to the position of sect leader, thus receiving the favor of his elderly mother.

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