East bank of West Lake [Full text]

On the eastern bank of West Lake,

a magnificent mansion stood bathed in the setting sun, its red tiles gleaming with golden light, reflecting on the lake's surface, creating a resplendent appearance.

The plaque above the gate bore the inscription "Pang Mansion," with large, flowing gold characters, exuding an imposing aura.

Aside from experiencing the grandeur of Xiangguo Temple, this was the first time Song Liangli had come so close to such a luxurious residence: he thought the man must be as wealthy as royalty, but hopefully, he hadn't amassed his fortune through illicit means.

Zhang Meiren had already informed them, and the guards led the two into a side room in the courtyard.

As soon as the door to the side hall opened, Zhang Meiren rushed in with a joyful smile, calling out "Father!" The man responded with a light laugh; it was indeed Zhang Jixian, the 21st generation leader of the Longhu Mountain Celestial Masters Sect. He sat upright and composed in a grand chair.

Song Liangli saw that the man, dressed in a thick yellow Taoist robe, possessed an extraordinary air. He appeared to be around fifty years old, with a thick beard and the appearance of a learned scholar resembling Laozi and Zhuangzi. His eyes often darted around, and three deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes added to his intelligence. He was looking at Song Liangli with a strange gaze, trying to guess the man's purpose.

Song Liangli had intended to sense the man's thoughts, but found his mind blank. He realized that the man had probably attained a certain level of spiritual cultivation, making him difficult to sense. Perhaps this was a matter of the depth of his skill. He respectfully bowed, saying, "This humble student, Song Liangli, greets the Celestial Master." Zhang Jixian's gaze remained fixed, "What school do you belong to?" Song Liangli hesitated for a moment, then said, "I used to be at Xiangguo Temple in Kaifeng, but later I left and established my own school." Zhang Jixian coldly said, "You established your own school at only sixteen or seventeen?" Song Liangli felt embarrassed, "Not that kind of school, just some random guy." Zhang Meiren laughed, "Father, please don't scare him, okay? I brought him here to see if you would like to take him as your disciple." "?" Zhang Jixian coldly replied, "I won't accept him!" Zhang Meiren was taken aback: "Is this the first time you've been so resolute?" Zhang Jixian smiled and said, "Because Father can't see through who he is, so he dares not accept him." After thinking for a moment, he smiled again: "If I can't accept him as a disciple, making friends is fine. You're welcome to visit Longhu Mountain when you have time, and I will certainly treat you warmly." Seeing her father's expression, Zhang Meiren asked, "Father, are you going back? Has Miss Pang been cured?" Zhang Jixian said, "If I couldn't cure her, there was no need to. It's better not to get involved in right and wrong. This young man also came to treat her? Hehe, perhaps it's your destiny." Song Liangli chuckled dryly, feeling embarrassed by his overstepping his senior's authority.

Zhang Jixian didn't stand on ceremony and took his daughter's hand, drifting away. Song Liangli followed his family to the back hall with trepidation, casually asking, "What is Mr. Pang's name?" The servant respectfully replied, "The master's surname is Pang, and his given name is Guang."

Song Liangli was taken aback: "Bladder?" He wanted to laugh, but with the servants present, he couldn't laugh out loud. He thought the name of the Prince of Hangzhou was quite interesting.

It was already dark, and the lights were dim. Song Liangli, with his sharp eyes, suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure flashing to his side—a dark shadow seemed to have passed by. He was startled, wondering if it was that Lady Zhang, still harboring wicked intentions, returning to steal the treasure? He stared intently at Lady Zhang. With his usual skill, he wouldn't have been able to do this without drinking, but with the magic mirror in his possession, he instantly saw Lady Zhang being led by her father, eating in a tavern.

At this moment, the beautiful Lady Zhang was pouting, clearly unhappy, unable to let go of the Pang family's treasures, but unable to leave because her father was watching.

Song Liangli wondered, "Not her?" He peered into the shadowy figure and realized it was a young woman watching him from the shadows, mocking him for being an immature child who dared to try and cure a patient that Zhang Tianshi couldn't.

Before he could think further, he was led to an elegant pavilion. The servant asked him to wait a moment and then went back downstairs.

With no one around, Song Liangli looked around when he suddenly felt someone peeking from behind a curtain beside him. He turned sharply, and before the person could react, their eyes met.

Song Liangli's eyes lit up. A beautiful, alluring face peeked in from behind the curtain, a faint smile on her lips, seemingly embarrassed that her presence had been discovered. The woman was about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, with arched eyebrows, a delicate nose, cherry lips, and skin as white as snow. Her refined and elegant demeanor was truly captivating.

Her eyes, however, were mischievous and lively, full of playful wit, as if she were always ready to tease someone, quite out of character for her age.

Song Liangli paused for a moment and asked, "Who is this young lady?" The beautiful woman's dark eyes flickered, and she smiled, revealing two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, exuding charm and captivating beauty. But the mischievousness in her eyes was even stronger. She chuckled awkwardly and said, "I...? I...I am Pang Guang's 39th concubine." Song Liangli was startled and said, "What, the 39th concubine?" He couldn't help but laugh and asked, "How many wives and concubines does Master Pang have in total?" The beauty chuckled dryly, "This...I can't really say, but there should be at least seventy or eighty. Otherwise, how could he be called the King of Hangzhou? An emperor has three thousand concubines, so seventy or eighty isn't too many for a 'king,' is it?" Song Liangli sensed that she was lying but didn't call her out on it. He asked, "I wonder...what is the 39th concubine doing running around in her own house dressed in black?" It turned out that the beauty had leaned out a bit more, and he could see her clothes. They were black oiled silk black clothes.

The beauty's eyes darted around a couple more times, and she smiled slyly, "This...this...uh...naturally, I'm having an affair."

Song Liangli was startled again. It was the first time he had ever seen a woman who wanted to have an affair say it so openly and confidently. Song Liangli couldn't help but smile wryly, "It's only just nightfall, isn't 39th Concubine a bit too hasty?"

The beauty giggled, "A good night is fleeting, and a lover is hard to find. If you're too late, others will snatch him up like wolves." As she spoke, her pretty face flushed, like jade reflecting a rosy glow, extremely captivating, but her expression clearly showed that she wouldn't dare say such bold words normally, and was somewhat embarrassed.

Song Liangli didn't point it out, and cooperated by praising, "The early bird catches the worm. I wish you the best of luck in finding a lover soon... uh... sooner or later."

The beauty chuckled, finding the young man quite amusing. She bit her lip, glanced at him sideways, and smiled with a flushed face, "I've already found one, how about you?" Song Liangli exclaimed in surprise, "I... how can I? I'm here to treat a patient, and besides, I'm still young. You should find someone else."

The beautiful woman feigned a distressed expression and said, "Wild game is hard to find. As the saying goes, 'a hungry

man will eat anything,' so I'll just have to make do." Song Liangli knew she was intentionally teasing him, but being provoked by such a lively and lovely young woman made him feel embarrassed. Just as he was wondering what to say, a servant downstairs called out, "Young Taoist priest, my young lady has arrived."

The beautiful woman, who had been waiting to see him make a fool of himself, became anxious upon hearing this. She giggled and said to him, "No matter what, you're already reserved by me. Don't go back on your word. I'll come looking for you when I have the chance. If you dare to tell anyone that I'm here, I'll rape and then kill you, you hear me?"

Her tone was soft and sweet, and although she spoke fiercely, her face was flushed and her smile was radiant, which diminished the effect considerably. The entire text had quietly disappeared. Song Liangli was both amused and exasperated, wondering what it would be like to be raped by such a beauty. Just as he was feeling excited, before he could even find out where she had gone, he heard the laughter of a crazy woman.

Song Liangli thought to himself, "One crazy woman just left, and now another one's here. Could it be that I'm having a sexual relationship with a madwoman?"
Just as a smile crept onto his lips, he saw a disheveled woman, dressed in a red floral bedsheet, come running upstairs.

Song Liangli looked closely and saw that the woman was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Although her mouth was painted a blood-red lip, upon closer inspection, she had delicate features and a petite figure. Her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, and her small mouth was also quite delicate.

The girl, seeing him, a boy, seemed surprised that the doctor was so young. She paused for a moment, then resumed her madness, laughing, "Will you marry me? Come on! I've been waiting for you!" She rushed towards him with a laugh, startling Song Liangli, who quickly ran away. He thought to himself, "What kind of world is this? Demons and ghosts are one thing, but this rich young lady is chasing after a man? Has the world changed drastically?"

Pang Xiaozhen chased after him several times without success, then lay on the ground and wept bitterly, saying that he didn't love her and that she might as well die, demanding that Guanyin Bodhisattva intervene.

Song Liangli found this troublesome, sensing her thoughts, but felt that she only wanted to tease him, and that her mind seemed quite clear. Helpless, he took out a wine flask he had prepared beforehand, took a few sips, and tried to increase its potency.

Pang Xiaozhen found it amusing to see him drinking, and said, "I want some too," grabbing at him. Song Liangli didn't avoid her and gave her the gourd to drink from. He continued to try to sense her thoughts, still feeling that she was just trying to tease him.

After a few bites, Pang Xiaozhen's face flushed red; she was clearly drunk and acting crazy. Laughing, she said, "If you don't marry me, I'll strangle you!" She lunged at him, her hands gripping Song Liangli's neck with deadly force. Pang Xiaozhen, from a prestigious family, naturally possessed martial arts skills. Caught off guard, Song Liangli couldn't dodge in time and was strangled until his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out. He struggled desperately, thinking that he had just been nearly strangled to death by a demon, and now he was being strangled by a madwoman—it was truly dangerous. Dizzy

and disoriented, Song Liangli suddenly sensed the other woman's thoughts. She thought, "This little Taoist priest is here to cure my illness? How ridiculous! I'm just pretending to be crazy. I'm perfectly fine. I'll strangle him to death today, and then no one will dare come again!"

Song Liangli hurriedly shouted, "You're not crazy! You're faking it! Let me go!"

Pang Xiaozhen, her secret exposed, was shocked and forced into a corner. She cried out, "Who said I'm not crazy! This is indecent assault!" Without another word, she ripped her clothes open, revealing a red embroidered bodice. Her small breasts were already beginning to form, quite endearing.

The guards downstairs, hearing this, were outraged. This young Taoist priest was taking advantage of the young lady's madness! They rushed upstairs. Song Liangli cried out in dismay, finally understanding why Zhang Tianshi couldn't cure her. However, it was too late for regrets; he was seized by two guards and taken to the Golden Hall in the front courtyard.

Pang Guang was drinking with his most beloved concubine, Yu Jinghong. The man was as fat as a pig. Yu Jinghong, on the other hand, was in her prime, with a seductive figure. Her full breasts were faintly visible under the thin gauze, enough to make anyone's nose bleed.

Song Liangli, his face contorted with grief, cried, "Miss isn't sick at all! She's faking madness. I exposed her, so she's deliberately framing me for rape. Please, sir, do me justice!"

Pang Guang, initially furious, had a sudden thought. He squinted at Song Liangli for a moment, then sneered,

"Lock him in the dungeon. I'll find out the truth later."

Yu Jinghong, standing nearby, coldly remarked, "I knew it! Why did she suddenly go mad? It was all an act. You've really messed things up!" Song Liangli cursed his bad luck, being dragged into the dungeon.

Pang Guang, seemingly lost in thought, quickly dismissed Yu Jinghong. After a moment's thought, a sinister smile appeared on his lips. He rose and headed towards Pang Xiaozhen's boudoir in the inner courtyard.

Pang Xiaozhen, returned to her room, was filled with anxiety, wondering if she would be exposed. She hated the young Taoist priest to the core. Suddenly, Pang Guang pushed open the door and entered. She quickly resumed her madness, crying and laughing at the same time.

Pang Guang picked up a damp towel and gently wiped away the rouge from her face, revealing her pure and lovely features. He smiled and said, "My dear daughter, why are you pretending to be crazy with your father? Hmm?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes revealed cruelty. Pang Xiaozhen wanted to continue pretending, but when she met her father's gaze, she couldn't help but shiver, and her pretty face turned pale instantly. At this moment, she hadn't changed her clothes yet; her torn clothes were half-open, revealing a glimpse of her soft breasts and jade-like arms. Her snow-white and tender body was already beginning to take shape under the thin and bright pink bodice.

Pang Guang embraced her petite body. Pang Xiaozhen's face showed a trace of shame and indignation, but she dared not resist. Her small, pert bottom, dressed casually, sat on Pang Guang's lap, and her small breasts, which were just beginning to swell under the bodice, rose and fell gently under Pang Guang's large hands.

Pang Xiaozhen gently closed her eyes, and two tears slowly rolled down her jade-like cheeks.

Pang Guang inhaled the sweet, youthful scent emanating from his daughter. One hand caressed her soft, smooth breasts, while the other slid between her pert, delicate buttocks. He whispered, "My good daughter, Father loves you so much. You're my only daughter. This vast fortune will be yours sooner or later. Why do you so desperately want to leave me? Father has so many women, but you're the only one I love the most. You are my daughter, my most beloved goddess. As long as you stay by Father's side, I'll give you anything, I'll promise you anything." Pang Xiaozhen

's delicate face showed pain as she murmured, "Father... you're my father, how can we..." Pang Guang replied, "What can't I do? I am the King of Hangzhou, the overlord of the martial world. What can't I get if I want it? Who dares to utter a single word of dissent?" "

The girl's tender body was still slightly immature, but the allure of approaching maturity was even more irresistible. That sweet, seductive fragrance, tempting to commit a crime, gradually made Pang Guang's short penis hard.

He gently felt the smooth, pink flesh of his daughter's young, vibrant body, the slippery, pink touch of her round, pretty little buttocks, and naturally pushed her down onto the bed.

Pang Xiaozhen covered her face and let out a mournful cry like a fledgling bird; she had finally failed to escape her father's clutches. She had tried to feign madness to escape her father's torment, but he discovered her, and she was once again forced to lie beneath him, letting him vent his lust on her.

Soon, Pang Guang removed Pang Xiaozhen's pants and socks. Pang Guang sat on the bed with his legs spread apart, while Pang Xiaozhen lay on the bed, covering her face. Pang Xiaozhen's embroidery bed was not large, and half of it was occupied by the obese Pang Guang. Pang Xiaozhen..." Her delicate body lay twisted in the light, the contorted curves of her chest, hips, and neck exuding an alluring spring-like allure.

Pang Guang held her pair of fair, smooth little feet in his hands, playing with them. He didn't particularly like women's feet, but he cherished every part of his daughter's body more than a precious treasure. These past few days, he thought his daughter had truly gone mad. At first, he still slept with her, but when he made love, she would laugh and scream incoherently, losing interest. Today, learning she was feigning madness, the thrill of regaining a lost treasure overwhelmed him.

He inhaled the scent of his daughter's slender feet, gently licking them with his tongue. Although he felt ashamed, angry, and heartbroken, the ticklish sensation still made Pang Xiaozhen unconsciously writhe, giving Pang Guang an even stronger visual pleasure.

He used the arches of his daughter's feet to clamp his penis, sighing with pleasure. With a thud, he greedily stared at his daughter's tender body, while using her little feet to tease her. His penis grew harder and harder, and his daughter's body offered no resistance, trembling gently with his ministrations. The embroidered bed swayed slightly, filling the room with a scene of erotic spring.

Finally, Pang Guang lowered her little feet, gently parted her pink legs, and first removed his own clothes. He lay on the bed like a fat pig, his hands caressing his daughter's beautiful hips, his large mouth kissing her smooth, pink, and pubic hair-covered vulva.

His tongue licked at his daughter's slightly fishy-smelling genitals, his saliva wetting her tender vulva. Pang Xiaozhen felt bitter, but her body was beginning to feel pleasure, and she couldn't help but gently wriggle her hips, using the slight friction to relieve the itching in her vulva.

Pang Guang sensed his daughter's reaction. He tore off her bodice and made her turn over. She knelt on the embroidered bed, her round, snow-white, jade-like buttocks, smooth and tender as cream, raised high. He gently parted her legs, revealing her alluring, bright red vulva nestled between her buttocks, incredibly cute.

Pang Guang, disregarding whether she had washed herself there that day, parted her two plump buttocks again and kissed that clitoris with his tongue. The unusual stimulation caused Pang Xiaozhen's buttocks to clench instantly, a soft moan escaping her throat. Her slender arms braced on the bed, her long, black hair cascading down, obscuring her flushed cheeks, making her expression unreadable, but her trembling arms revealed the unbearable discomfort her body was experiencing.

Pang Guang carefully licked until his daughter's small vulva relaxed, and her leg muscles eased, then he knelt up, his large hands encircling her slender waist, and his penis slipped between her buttocks.

Pang Xiaozhen resignedly lowered her head, breathing softly, and slightly raised her buttocks to make it easier for her father's penis to accurately penetrate her vagina. She didn't want to cooperate with her father, but once, her struggle resulted in him accidentally penetrating her anus.

The still-tender Pang Xiaozhen could no longer bear the act of her vagina accommodating her father's penis, and the torment of her anus was even more unbearable. Pang Guang, on the other hand, was overjoyed. Although he had developed a taste for it and always wanted to experience his daughter's vagina again, Pang Xiaozhen was adamant and refused. Although Pang Guang disregarded morality and even raped his own daughter, he still loved her deeply and stopped forcing her. However, from then on, he would always kiss and lick her anus first before going to bed to relieve his longing. This inevitably caused the anuses of his concubines to suffer as well. Pang Guang had no sons, and countless amounts of his semen were wasted on the anuses of these concubines. They thought Pang Guang had a penchant for illicit affairs, little did they know it was an act of transferring affections to his daughter.

His penis sank into that tender, smooth flesh, ah, the long-lost feeling of pleasure surged through him. How long had it been? Almost half a year since he'd tasted his daughter's delicate, lovely body? That little hole was hot and tight; the pleasure of defiling his own daughter was incomparable to any other woman, not even the pleasure of deflowering that eleven-year-old courtesan at the brothel two days ago.

He used one hand to hold his daughter's slender waist, and the other to grasp her snow-white breasts, slapping against her little buttocks, making her body arch and sway. Pang Xiaozhen shamelessly spread her legs wide to welcome her father's entry, but her tightly closed legs made her already tight little hole feel even more constricted, a winding, secluded passage.

Pang Guang savored the intense pleasure of his daughter's hot, young vagina tightly gripping his penis. It was so enclosed, without a single gap, that when his penis was withdrawn, her clenched buttocks closed as if inviting him to return.

The waves of pleasure and the soft, warm sensation from his glans made Pang Guang flush with excitement, his massive body breathing heavily.

His daughter's delicate body trembled, and soft moans escaped her lips—moans so restrained and delicate that even the most ruthless concubines couldn't match them. Pang Guang called out affectionately, "Good daughter... you're so good, mmm... Daddy missed you so much, and now I can finally fuck your little tender hole again. Ah, baby, your hole is so tight, you're such a good daughter, mmm... it feels so good to fuck you, Daddy didn't raise you for nothing." Pang Guang gently patted his daughter's elastic buttocks, thrusting his penis in and out as far as he could, each time he thrusting upwards, hearing his daughter let out a soft moan, feeling the vitality of her young hole, and savoring the feeling of her beautiful buttocks.

Pang Xiaozhen was a lively and lovely girl, but since being raped by her father, she had become silent and withdrawn.

For the past six months, although she had feigned madness, she felt happy. With less harassment from her father, her temperament had gradually recovered. But today's events plunged her back into pain. She silently endured her father's abuse, channeling all her hatred into her body.
Her petite yet shapely, beautifully curved buttocks were being lifted high by her father. With each thrust, the parts of her body that first developed into mature women rippled with dazzling waves.

Her genitals were already leaking fluid with each thrust, and the squelching sounds of his penis made her face flush with shame. The young girl half-closed her eyes, thinking wistfully, "If this were with my beloved, what would it feel like? I would surely happily cooperate with him and share this joy. But now... what I'm doing is so shameful. My father treats me like his own private property every day; how could I possibly know any men? The only one I know is that hateful boy who exposed my secret just now."

Thinking this, the scene of her riding on the young Taoist priest and teasing him flashed before her eyes again. His eyebrows were thick and black, his nose straight, and he was quite handsome. If it weren't for... sigh!

Thinking this, she temporarily set aside her hatred for Song Liangli, fantasizing that it wasn't her father enjoying her body, but rather herself and that handsome young Taoist priest making love. A surge of heat rose within her.

Suddenly, Pang Guang's thrusting became even faster, his obese belly slapping his daughter's round little bottom even more frantically. Although he was fat, he had mastered the art of "Maitreya's Belly" and "Soft Palm" martial arts, making him a top-notch expert in the martial arts world. Even though he was covered in sweat, his movements were as swift and powerful as a young boy's.

Pang Xiaozhen's whimpering moans grew louder, her hair disheveled, her starry eyes half-closed, her slender fingers gripping the sheets tightly, her delicate waist arched high, and she cried out in a sob, "Ah... Father, I'm out of strength, no... no! Um... I'm so dizzy, waah... waah... I can't take it anymore, please, please let me go!"

Pang Guang gripped his daughter's little bottom and thrust forward violently, causing Pang Xiaozhen's upper body to collapse weakly onto the bed, dragged back and forth by her father's powerful thrusts. The embroidered bed swayed and creaked, almost falling apart.

To Pang Guang, his daughter's sobbing was like heavenly music. Her voice was exquisitely beautiful, sweet and mesmerizing, sending shivers down his spine. A sudden tingling sensation ran through him, and he ejaculated violently. He panted heavily, his legs suddenly feeling weak and limp, as if he'd just finished a day of light-body exercises.

He leaned down, half-pressing his daughter's petite body beneath him. Pang Xiaozhen was also panting, her pretty face flushed and burning hot, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, her nostrils flaring, her expression poetic and ethereal, as if she were utterly exhausted.

Pang Guang lovingly embraced his daughter's shoulders, saying contentedly, "My dear daughter, Father has so many women, but none of them can compare to you. Tomorrow, Father will take you to the Pearl Pavilion to buy some of the finest jewelry. My dear daughter, I haven't touched you in six months; your figure has developed even better. You should dress up nicely."

Pang Xiaozhen calmed down, her breathing returning to normal, and whispered, "I don't want those things." Pang Guang beamed, "Alright, alright, whatever you want, just tell me, and Daddy will give it to you."

Pang Xiaozhen gritted her teeth and said, "I want that little Taoist priest." Pang Guang was taken aback. He was willing to give his daughter anything, but he wouldn't give her a man. Just as he was about to refuse, a sudden thought flashed through his mind, and he understood her meaning. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. If that little Taoist priest were Zhang Tianshi's disciple, he might not dare to lay a hand on him. But someone with no background, as long as he could please his daughter, what was wrong with that? So he readily agreed, "Alright, alright, I'll hand him over to you tomorrow, do whatever you want with him." Pang Xiaozhen stubbornly said, "No, I want to see him now."

Pang Guang frowned. Although it was late, to please his daughter, she would still obediently bend over and let him have his way with her next time, so he didn't dare to disobey. So he generously got up, dressed, and went with her. Inevitably, his lecherous hands groped her all over, indulging in his lust.

The unfortunate Song Liangli, instead of getting his hands on the hundred taels of gold, was thrown into the dungeon. Little did he know that the Prince of Hangzhou, who had just been enjoying a romantic moment, was now coming to take his life. Although he couldn't predict the future, he figured Pang Guang wouldn't distrust his daughter and believe him instead; he was likely doomed.

Sitting there worrying, he suddenly remembered the precious mirror in his possession. His heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself that although the Prince of Hangzhou was wealthy and powerful, and highly skilled in martial arts, he was still just an ordinary man. With this mirror, he might be able to conjure some miracles and perhaps fool him into letting him go.

Thinking this, he quickly took out the mirror and opened it according to his own method. A beam of brilliant blue light shot out, illuminating everyone's hair with a vibrant green. Song Liangli hurriedly put the precious mirror away, straightened his appearance, and put on a dignified and otherworldly look. Standing in front of the mirror, he imagined the solemn and peaceful appearance of Abbot Miaofo of Xiangguo Temple in front of devout men and women, and smiled and nodded.

Outside the dungeon, a beam of azure light shot straight into the sky, reaching a height of over ten zhang (approximately 33 meters). This sight was visible not only in the Pang residence but also throughout the entire city of Lin'an. The phenomenon had occurred.

The first to spot it was the dungeon guard. Overwhelmed by the divine manifestation, the guard cried out in surprise, then, fearing to offend the deity, quickly covered his mouth and notified another to check, confirming that he was not seeing things. They both agreed that the deity was still in the sky.

A commotion erupted in the Pang residence; everyone cheered and jumped for joy, their excitement seemingly unfounded. Even those who had been sleeping awoke, rushing out to behold the divine figure. Those who had seen Song Liangli before, upon seeing his appearance, recalled the young Taoist priest from not long ago, and felt a strange unease. However, caught up in the crowd's excitement, they no longer cared whether he was a true deity or a false immortal, and joined in the cheers.

Pang Guang and his daughter had just reached the dungeon in the backyard when, without needing their men to announce their arrival, they witnessed the extraordinary sight in the sky and were utterly astonished. Pang Xiaozhen, initially filled with hatred, was overwhelmed with excitement upon witnessing this miracle. Her heart fluttered, and without realizing it, she joined the worshipping crowd in bowing down. Pang Guang, a seasoned veteran, thought to himself, "That little punk really is a deity?" Though suspicious, he dared not deny it outright. He quickly ordered the dungeon opened. His men, who usually treated him with utmost respect, now disregarded his orders, swarming in after him. Song Liangli

, having performed a few tricks, realized it was his first time acting as a charlatan and dared not go too far. He quickly put away his magic mirror and went to bed. Just as he lay down, he heard a chaotic commotion and a cacophony of voices. He couldn't help but smile wryly; it seemed being a deity was very busy, and he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Seeing the crowd gathered outside, curiously scrutinizing him, Song Liangli had no choice but to get up, cup his hands in greeting, and ask, "Mr. Pang, what brings you here so late at night?" Before Pang Guang could speak, his men shouted, "It's him! It's him! He's the living god!" Several of the god's followers had already knelt down to pay their respects. Song Liangli was quite surprised; he hadn't expected this tactic to be so effective.

Pang Guang frowned secretly at his men's foolishness, but smiled and said, "Just now, I saw the little immortal's spirit manifest in the sky. Was that true?" Song Liangli smiled faintly and asked, "What do you think, sir?" He added with a Zen-like veil to increase the mystery, "I usually experience this phenomenon during my meditation." Pang Guang smiled mysteriously, "It seems you are a true master who doesn't reveal his abilities; your ability to cure my ailment must be immeasurable." Song Liangli chuckled but remained silent.

Seeing Song Liangli's smug expression, Pang Guang thought he looked nothing like a deity, but still politely said, "I am truly sorry to have offended you today, sir. Please come to the living room for a chat." Song Liangli was secretly pleased. Pang Guang led him to the living room, where the banquet resumed. Pang Xiaozhen now regarded him as a god, and all traces of hatred had vanished. Looking at him, she felt not only immense reverence but also a mixture of shame and sweetness, recalling the times her father had raped her and her thoughts of him making love to her. She wondered if this little deity had some kind of premonition and already knew of her shameful affair, and her mind was in turmoil.

Pang Guang probed him with various words, but Song Liangli feigned mystery, and Pang Guang couldn't glean anything from him. He was originally the richest man in Hangzhou, his mind preoccupied with how to get rich. Seeing Song Liangli's extraordinary abilities, he had already been thinking about how to get a deity to make him rich, so he didn't pursue the matter seriously. Hearing that Song Liangli had just opened a temple in the prefecture and built a small shrine, he couldn't help but shake his head and say, "Young immortal, your abilities are so great, how can that small shrine accommodate you? I am willing to build you a grand temple and serve as its protector. What do you think, young immortal?"

Song Liangli was overjoyed and quickly bowed in thanks. Pang Guang chuckled for a while, then suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he laughed,

"Donating a Taoist temple is no problem, and I guarantee I will promote it widely and ensure its prosperity. However, the Taoist gathering at Tiantai Mountain on the fifteenth of July is something you must attend, young immortal, to create a great reputation." Upon hearing this, Song Liangli's heart trembled. The Tiantai Mountain gathering was a grand competition among the top Taoist sect leaders in the country. Indeed, fame was easy to gain, but without real skills, who would dare to go and invite humiliation? Pang Guang clearly wanted to prove his authenticity, but if he refused now, everything would be for naught. He hesitated and said, "I have no problem participating in the grand event with Taoist magic, but my martial arts are not top-notch, so I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to defend myself." Pang Guang laughed and said, "Leave the martial arts to me. Little Immortal, you only need to focus on Taoist magic. Let's cooperate and create a great enterprise together!" The Prince of Lin'an was able to stand firm in Jiangnan, so his martial arts skills were undoubtedly exceptional. If he had his support, Song Liangli's pressure would be greatly reduced. He said, "With your strong support, sir, I will certainly do my best!" Pang Guang laughed with satisfaction, his fat body jiggling as he said, "However, there is one thing I must make clear first. When you become famous throughout the world, as for the incense money, hehehe, I'm talking business. We should split it in half."

Song Liangli had no concept of money. Thinking that with his own Taoist temple, he was now financially secure and no longer needed to worry about meals, he generously said, "No need. You can take ninety percent, I'll keep only ten percent."

Pang Guang was overjoyed, realizing that this young Taoist might indeed possess supernatural powers, but was completely clueless about human relationships, making him easy to manage. He happily arranged for him to sleep in the VIP room.

The next day, as expected, curious onlookers came to visit. Under Pang Guang's deliberate cultivation, he had moved the lakeside pavilion to Song Liangli's residence, making it easier for believers to access him.

Almost all the believers came to inquire about the manifestation. Song Liangli smiled but didn't answer, letting the old steward sent by Pang Guang boast for him. Pang Xiaozhen also frequently took the opportunity to stay by his side, treating him like a god. Secretly, she hoped to have this little deity help her escape her father's control if she could stay with him... Being by his side was even better, so he served him with extra care, his charming smiles and endearing demeanor captivating Song Liangli.

A madman whom Zhang Tianshi couldn't cure appeared to attest to his abilities, and people even witnessed his majestic image appearing in the air at night. No one doubted his power. When the old woman with the bony teeth and her family arrived, claiming he was the little sage who had exorcised their evil spirits, the news spread like wildfire. Everyone said a celestial being had appeared at the Pang residence, here to relieve the people's suffering. Devout believers flocked to worship him, and Song Liangli instantly felt the thrill of a god descending to earth.

When it came to deception, Pang Guang was a hundred times more cunning. After all, he had become the richest man in Lin'an through sheer intellect. Therefore, he bestowed upon Song Liangli the title "Little Spirit Child, Heavenly Emperor," which further convinced the believers, and the story gradually spread, increasing his fame.

At the request of the believers, Pang Guang also sculpted a statue of him. The statue was placed upstairs in the Taoist temple for people to worship. In just half a month, it had amassed over a thousand followers and tens of thousands of taels of silver in donations. Such an achievement even made Song Liangli himself exclaim that the deity was truly divine and possessed boundless power. Pang Guang, meanwhile, sent people every day to collect donations from the donation boxes, his eyes practically glued to the gold and silver. He thought that at this rate, he might become the richest man in the world within

six months. Song Liangli had no great ambitions; he only wanted to make a living and didn't care about any Buddhist or Taoist practices. Now, with gold and silver at his fingertips, offering limitless possibilities, he no longer cared whether the wealth was ill-gotten. Besides, Pang Guang constantly instilled in him ideas of sensual pleasures and debauchery. He felt that this wasn't theft or robbery but rather a voluntary offering from believers, so what was wrong with accepting the gold and silver?

That day, Song Liangli rose early as usual. Although he wasn't as laborious as he used to be at Xiangguo Temple, grinding soybeans for milk, he was still incredibly busy. Besides the image of Lin Lingsu, the Xiaobao Hall was filled with red candles and curtains, exuding a festive red atmosphere, a testament to the hall's flourishing incense offerings.

Song Liangli was busy lighting countless candles and lanterns. He had discovered that the brighter the candles, the more prosperous the business, so he quickly replenished the candles that had gone out overnight. The scene was once again bathed in divine light and auspicious energy.

Just as the candles were being lit, Song Liangli suddenly sensed someone outside the door. He immediately went to greet them, opened the red door, and looked out with a reverent gesture. He wondered who had come to offer incense so early, and upon seeing who it was, he was startled and exclaimed, "It's you?" The person outside was also taken aback, and laughed in surprise, "It's you?" A slender beauty stood outside, as charming as a flower, but rather incongruous was her lively and mischievous eyes, full of wit, like a naughty child. Wasn't this the 39th concubine who had so righteously gone to steal someone that night?

Incredibly, she was dressed in a pale jade-colored Taoist robe, with delicate features and a face as beautiful as jade. Her skin glowed translucent in the morning light, making her a truly ethereal and refined beauty.

The two were startled upon seeing each other. The beauty exclaimed with surprise, "So you are the Little Prodigy Lingxiao?"

Song Liangli frowned. This beautiful woman didn't seem to be a monk to him. The more he looked at her, the more awkward he felt. Seeing her smiling and looking down at him, though graceful and elegant, her expression was full of disbelief and disdain, he

couldn't help but frown and ask, "What brings you here?" The beautiful woman chuckled, "Naturally, I'm looking for..." She dared not laugh further in broad daylight, blushing slightly, and said, "I heard there's a little prodigy here who can manifest his spirit. Are you one of them?"

Song Liangli proudly replied, "That's me, the founder of the Lingxiao Sect, the little prodigy of Lingxiao! And what sect do you belong to, female Daoist?"

The beautiful woman laughed, covering her mouth, assuming he was joking, and said, "I'm a Daoist who still practices with my hair intact. My name is Su Xiaofeng, and I'm a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect of Zhongnan Mountain."

Song Liangli frowned and said, "There are many Daoist sects, but I've never heard of an Ancient Tomb Sect. Could it be a heretical cult?"

Su Xiaofeng, unperturbed, laughed and retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? If my master heard this, he'd beat you to a pulp! Our sect has only been established for five years, in its prime, with a bright future and excellent prospects. How can you call it a heretical sect?"

She thought to herself that her master hated men most of all, especially men who were Taoist priests. If he listened to such nonsense, he'd surely get a good beating.

Song Liangli suddenly realized that, like himself, they had just opened their sect. Song Liangli nodded, "Speak, I'll listen. This is my Taoist temple. May I ask what brings you here?" Su Xiaofeng chuckled, "My master is a top-tier master, but in the five years since the sect was founded, he only accepted me as a disciple. Our sect is small. Seeing that you've only been established for a little over ten days and already have over a thousand disciples, I've come to learn some martial arts." Song Liangli sensed her intentions and knew she had come for the miracle. He wasn't trying to sabotage her, but rather was extremely curious about the matter and wanted to understand it. If such supernatural powers truly existed, he was eager to try and learn them.

Song Liangli wanted to get rid of her, but couldn't find an excuse, and was extremely annoyed. Su Xiaofeng, with her hands behind her back, paced around the hall, looking around, and gradually walked towards the back. Song Liangli caught up with a bitter face and said, "You're a woman, and I'm a man. If you want to offer incense, please go to the front hall. Let's not go to the back hall, shall we?"

Su Xiaofeng laughed and said, "Why should Taoists distinguish between men and women?" Song Liangli said, "How can we not distinguish? If a monastery has a beautiful nun living there, what will people say if word gets out?" Su Xiaofeng laughed and scolded, "What are you afraid of? Do you think I'll swallow you?" Song Liangli thought to himself, "It would be a pleasure to have such a beauty swallow me. I'm just afraid you'll expose my tricks. Wouldn't I become a charlatan, hated by everyone?"

Su Xiaofeng said, "It's not difficult for me to leave, but I want to see the true primordial spirit to understand if such a method truly exists in the world." Song Liangli said, "You've cultivated for so long and haven't seen it yet? Alright, if you want to see the method, I'll let my primordial spirit leave my body to take a look. But I'm poor, could you lend me some money?" Su Xiaofeng turned her pretty face and asked, "How much?" Liangli said, "How about one thousand taels of silver?" Without saying another word, she immediately grabbed several silver notes, took one out and handed it to Song Liangli, smiling, "Please accept this, the world's Dao..." "We're all family, it's only right that I share some with you." Song Liangli swallowed hard and said, "You always carry so many silver notes when you go out?" Su Xiaofeng laughed, "Money is just an external thing. I don't carry a single coin when I go out. These are just things I casually take. Otherwise, what would I be doing in Pang Guang's mansion? Do you really think I'm his concubine? Show your true form!" Song Liangli nodded. These days, Pang Xiaozhen liked to stay by his side every day. The little girl's heart was completely captivated by him. Every morning, she would get up and prepare breakfast to bring to him. Song Liangli was very fond of the pretty and charming little beauty. The little girl was also clever and knew how to please him. Looking at the time, he guessed that she should be arriving soon. He temporarily kept this troublesome beauty in check and hurriedly fled to the backyard. Sure enough, he saw Pang Xiaozhen coming with a food box. She smiled sweetly at him and called out, "Brother Song!" Although Song Liangli claimed to be a Taoist priest, he didn't even have a Taoist certificate. He was just an imposter and never corrected her address to him.

Seeing her arrive, he quickly pulled her into his inner room. The young girl's heart pounded like a deer's; she thought he had feelings for her. It wasn't so much panic as she was delighted. She pressed herself softly against him, her voice sweet and reproachful, "Brother Song, what...what are you doing?" Song Liangli quickly covered her mouth. The girl blinked shyly, thinking he was about to do something. Then she saw Song Liangli dart to the door, peek out like a thief, then leap back, reaching into his pants to pull something out.

Pang Xiaozhen gasped, quickly covering her blushing face with her hands, thinking, "Brother Song usually likes me, but he's never been so indecent. Why is he so eager today? Are all men this lustful?"

Then Song Liangli carefully pulled a palm-sized Bagua mirror from his inner garment. Looking up at Pang Xiaozhen's shy expression, he was bewildered by her behavior and quickly pulled her arm away. Pang Xiaozhen assumed he had taken out his "thing"—the very thing he used to harass women. Although she had already seen her father's ugly thing, she felt ashamed and let out a soft moan, throwing herself into his arms.

Song Liangli, dumbfounded, didn't understand her behavior, but time was of the essence. He quickly pushed her away, urgently saying, "Miss Pang, quick, take this ancient mirror!"

Pang Xiaozhen was startled, lowered her hands, and looked closely, not understanding what was happening.

Song Liangli naturally wouldn't reveal the truth, only saying that someone wanted to challenge her to a magical duel and that she should use the mirror to reflect her own image within a quarter of an hour to protect her spirit. He then hurriedly told her the method to activate the mirror, which Pang Xiaozhen readily agreed to.

Song Liangli then rushed back to the hall and led Su Xiaofeng towards the left-hand door. After taking only a few steps, they indeed saw a faint divine image appear in the southern sky.

Su Xiaofeng widened her eyes, then rubbed them to see more clearly. The celestial image was solemn and majestic, truly possessing an ethereal aura. Su Xiaofeng roared twice like a lion, but the image did not dissipate.

Su Xiaofeng couldn't help but glance over, asking doubtfully, "Are you really a little prodigy?" In her heart, she still refused to believe it.

Song Liangli chuckled, "You've already seen it, why do I need to say it?" Su Xiaofeng's expression turned serious, "Since you can manifest, how about teaching me this skill?" Song Liangli said, "That's not skill, it's cultivation. Once you've achieved enlightenment, your spirit will naturally leave your body." Su Xiaofeng snorted coldly, "I haven't even said your cultivation is flawed, yet you dare to put on airs, hmph!" With that, she flicked her sleeve and strode away, feeling resentful. Since she couldn't do it openly, she wanted to do it secretly. She had to make sure it was all clear, imagining the scene of exposing his scheme and making this little scoundrel kneel and beg for mercy.

Song Liangli bowed respectfully, finally sending the trouble away. The

number of believers gradually increased. Song Liangli drew talismans and performed spirit writing, frightening the people into a frenzy. Gold, silver, and copper coins were one thing, but wealthy patrons even donated land and jewels. Pang Xiaozhen smiled and helped him manage the accounts.

This Pang Xiaozhen possessed an extraordinary ability: photographic memory. She could keep track of all the valuables without pen and paper, and every night when settling accounts, she was absolutely certain of every penny, a truly remarkable feat. Hearing Song Liangli praise her, the young girl said, "That's nothing. My aunt has a little cousin named Aheng who can memorize a book perfectly, even backwards." Song Liangli clicked his tongue in amazement.

Although Pang Xiaozhen had misunderstood him that morning, her heart had already opened to him. The young girl, already experienced in matters of the heart and just beginning to understand love, only saw her beloved and couldn't let go of anyone else.

She thought that if she followed him, she could not only escape her father's entanglement but also marry such a capable man, making her life worthwhile.

Since Song Liangli had diligently worked to earn his own income, he had forgotten the importance of cultivation, and his spiritual abilities were gradually fading, proving the saying that greed can hinder cultivation. However, he had lived a life of hardship for many years and had never made a fortune. Now that he had the opportunity, it was a primal human desire. If we set aside the spiritual aspect of cultivation, he was a diligent and aspiring young man. How could we bear to force him to cultivate and give up this golden opportunity? Besides, he had not truly become a monk, nor did he adhere to any Buddhist or Taoist rules.

As darkness fell, the Pang family steward happily carried a large amount of gold and silver treasures back to the mansion. Song Liangli also carried his share back to his bedroom. Although it was only one-tenth, it had accumulated to more than ten thousand taels in just over ten days.

Pang Xiaozhen didn't return to the mansion. Instead, like a dutiful wife, she gently accompanied him back to the back, ate dinner with him, and even drank a couple of cups herself when she saw him drinking. Her pretty face flushed, and her starry eyes shimmered like waves

, making Song Liangli unable to look directly at her. For a moment, he forgot his nightly duty of counting money and only softly said, "Miss, you should go back to the mansion." Pang Xiaozhen cupped her burning cheeks in her hands, gazing at him with hazy eyes, and shook her head, saying, "Brother Song, I don't consider you an outsider. I call you brother, so why be so formal? Can you call me by my nickname, A-Zhen?"

Song Liangli hesitated for a moment, then obediently called out, "A-Zhen." Pang Xiaozhen's eyes glistened with tears, and she said excitedly, "A-Zhen, it's been so long since anyone called me that, since my mother died..." Suddenly, she threw herself into Song Liangli's arms, hugged him tightly, and pressed her thin, cherry-like lips to his, offering him a kiss.

Song Liangli was unaware of his incredible luck with women. Having only established his own household a few days prior, he was already experiencing a string of romantic encounters. The moment Pang Xiaozhen's moist, thirsty lips touched his, her fresh, alluring breath and her soft, boneless body pressed against him, Song Liangli was swept away by passion. He forgot she was the daughter of the King of Hangzhou, and his hands began to roam over her breasts and buttocks.

Pang Xiaozhen, having been played with in countless ways in bed by her father for years, and experiencing her share of climaxes, always carried a strange pressure that weighed heavily on her heart. Now, being so freely touched by the man she loved, she felt a surge of pleasure, her body burning with desire. Her round, beautiful buttocks rubbed skillfully against Song Liangli's groin, her arms wrapped around his strong neck, panting softly.

Her half-open, starry eyes shimmered with allure, and her slightly parted lips, brimming with seductive charm, exuded a breathtakingly youthful aura.

Song Liangli's fingers slipped inside Pang Xiaozhen's clothes, lovingly caressing the soft, smooth skin where her buttocks met. His lips kissed her small mouth, her chin, and her delicate, porcelain-like neck. Pang Xiaozhen gasped,

"Brother Song, you're a broken-the-rules immortal... um... don't touch there... you're so naughty... you bad man..."

Her voice was soft and alluring, teasing Song Liangli until his penis throbbed with desire.

Pang Xiaozhen giggled, feeling something hard pressing against her buttocks, like a snake eager to explore, searching for her cleft. He deliberately moved closer; the thin dress clung softly to her body, and his hot, erect penis pressed against her vulva. For a moment, instead of teasing Song Liangli, she herself went limp and collapsed.

Song Liangli's penis was gripped by her youthful and vibrant buttocks, temporarily easing his burning desire. He quickly untied Pang Xiaozhen's clothes, and with her half-hearted cooperation, she removed her garments. Under the lamplight, the beauty's skin was as white as snow, her bodice glowing like fire, further fueling his lust.

Pang Xiaozhen turned around, straddling Song Liangli's lap, letting him feast his eyes on her exposed, fair and delicate shoulders and a glimpse of her breasts. Under the lamplight, her pink skin shone with a delicate luster, rosy and jade-like.

She smiled charmingly, her small mouth obediently responding to Song Liangli's kisses, but her lower body would sometimes move in response, sometimes part, her buttocks rising and falling. Song Liangli already felt an itch through their clothes, and now it was even more unbearable.

Seeing that the adorable Brother Song's face was flushed and his breathing was heavy, Pang Xiaozhen couldn't help but smile smugly. She slipped her small hand into his crotch and grasped his large penis. The moment her soft, lovely hand gripped his penis, Song Liangli gasped in pleasure, no longer able to savor the tender taste of the beauty's mouth and tongue. He thrust his hips a few times, using her small hand to temporarily relieve his lust, then lifted her up, carried her to the edge of the bed, and hurriedly began to pull off her pants.

Pang Xiaozhen lay prone on the bed, her curves from waist to hips undulating alluringly, emitting soft, seductive moans. Her hips and thighs rose and fell obediently, subtly helping her remove her skirt and trousers amidst the seductive and alluring movements, until she was a charming beauty wearing only a bodice. Her shapely buttocks and legs, with their well-proportioned bones and smooth skin, were presented naked before him.

"Ah...so beautiful..." Song Liangli stared, mesmerized, at her stunningly beautiful body, hurriedly undressing himself.

With her head slightly tilted, her shapely buttocks high in the air, Pang Xiaozhen's moans became even more alluring. Her perfectly proportioned, rounded thighs gently twisted, making her snowy buttocks rise even higher.

She looked at Song Liangli's strong, muscular chest, her eyes filled with anticipation, teasing, and barely concealed shyness. Then, as he pulled down his pants, revealing his thick, dark red penis—two sizes larger than her father's—she couldn't help but lick her slightly dry lips.

Song Liangli eagerly pounced on the bed, his hands covering her firm, mature buttocks, unable to tear himself away.

The sensation of his rough, large hands rubbing against her tender buttocks brought Pang Xiaozhen even greater pleasure. She moaned softly, her full, beautiful buttocks swaying seemingly defiantly from side to side in front of Song Liangli. Her pair of pink, flawless legs twisted against him, occasionally playfully teasing his swaying, yet thick, hot, and resilient penis with her delicate little feet.

Song Liangli was captivated by her vibrant, youthful, and beautiful body. The little beauty beneath him was so understanding and responsive. His penis, teased by her little feet, would have already ejaculated if he hadn't already had several sexual experiences.

His large hand slipped between Pang Xiaozhen's incredibly tender thighs, caressing the sensitive area between her legs. Her pink, tender, sparsely pubic hair-covered vulva was already moist with arousal, and her engorged labia had become full.

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